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Marina’s own visor displays a ^^ symbol for the eyes. “Oh it's a pleasure to meet you! Thank you so much for giving us a safe place to stay!”

Marina reaches down to grab Big Ezay’s hands, shaking them up and down happily before immediately taking her hand back after seeing Big Ezay’s pained expression with a O_O displayed on her visor. “O-Oh sorry! I-I don’t realize my own strength at times!”

Big Ezay immediately makes a motion to his men standing next to him not to act, but you can see him making a small wince as he flicks his wrist several times. “Its aite, we cool, accidents happen ya dig.”

“What made you decide to visit us?” you immediately ask Big Ezay.

“Oh come on! Can’t a man stop to visit the saviors of his fine neighbourhood block!?” he asks in a grandiose fashion.

“Not when they expect something in return from me, no.” you reply to Big Ezay while staring straight at him. “My chance run in with your gremlin problem was just that, a chance run in. Neither me nor my allies will be running anything else for you, and certainly not anything with questionable legality or morality. If you’re looking for someone to explore down that slippery slope than it won’t be us.”

Big Ezay appears to be taken back by this, pulling down his shades to look at you before putting the back up. “Yo wat da fuck!? Look I toldja man, I ain’t gonna deny that we as a group have done some shady business, but since dis’ shit broke out me and my crew have done EVERYTHIN in our power to make sure this area ain’t overrun as the police and military surely don’t give a fuck. I was even comin’ here to talk about a few things that could benefit not only us, but the people outside and in their buildin’s cowerin’ in fear! So why don’t you avoid accussin’ me of shit I ain’t even try to do yet!?”

- “Apologies, I’ve just seen the worst of what humanity has to offer as of late so I’ve been more cautious as of late.” (Apologize)

- “Get to the point.” (Don’t apologize, strictly business)

- Other

>What is this quest?

Alchemical Blade Prequel Quest, a quest set in the Modern version of Creation from the Exalted setting, focusing on how the robotic Alchemical Exalted came to be within the setting. If you love hints of Cyberpunk and high action quests, then you may enjoy this quest.


>Who are we?

The quest is mainly going to be played out in flashbacks, in which during the flashbacks we take control of the Moonsilver caste Alchemical Exalted Junpaku Hibiki, while in the current time you play as “Anonymous”. The game will take place within the city of Versino within the central continent of Creation Meruvia. Labelled as a dangerous and murderous science experiment gone rogue, you need to evade forces of the mightiest army within Creation sprinkled with the powerful Elemental supersoldiers known as the Dragonblooded, trying to find out who is responsible for what you’ve become and how to escape their clutches once and for all.


>Alchemical? Moonsilver? I don’t know anything about Exalted, much less Modern Exalted...

I’ve made this quest to be as friendly to newbies as possible, and I also see it as an introductory guide to the World of Modern Exalted. You can google “1d4chan Exalted” for information on the general vanilla setting, but what I’ll be using is the Modern Version of Exalted as shown in “Shards of the Exalted Dream” book, in where its Alchemicals are quite different than those of Vanilla Exalted. Feel free to ask any question about Exalted in the thread and I will do my best to answer it.


>Archive?

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Alchemical+Blade+Quest


>System?

Dicepool system. When performing an action, everyone rolls a number of d10’s based on what the action is (I will list the pools for most actions, but if you want to have a roll for an action, ask and I’ll make the dicepool for it). The first roll is the one that’ll be used, but if someone makes another roll for a different action and more people vote for that, I’ll be using that one instead.


>This seems hella complicated, is there any way you can boil things down for me?

http://pastebin.com/NexXpPC1


>XP?

Favored Attributes cost 4 XP per dot to increase (Underlined on stat sheet when released) while non-favored ones cost 5 XP. Abilities themselves cost 3 XP per dot to increase naturally. All charms cost 6 XP per purchase with Dedicated slots costing 4 XP each and General ones costing 6 XP each. At the end of every “mission” (In game objectives set by either me or some goal the audience desires) you will be presented with a possible acquisition list of charms. Experience can also be gained by developing the character, learning about the world, or just in general things people find interesting.


>Twitter?

@Sandact6

>>779608
>- “Apologies, I’ve just seen the worst of what humanity has to offer as of late so I’ve been more cautious as of late.” (Apologize)

>>782708
>>Stay and keep watching the fight

>>782725
This.

You had to be unpredictable. They most likely knew you would rush to Whitemane and Selas so they must have someone outside waiting for you. They wanted to trap you in here and catch you when you attempt to escape. That's not going to happen, if you want to help Whitemane or Selas you need to stay alive. You kept yourself seated and calm. You watched the fight and surveyed your surroundings carefully. Most exits were completely open. You would have jumped into the arena and dealt with the Breton yourself but you're pretty sure he expects you to. You didn't like this; feeling trapped like a fish in a barrel made you feel helpless.

You remained seated and watched how the Breton fought. He used a sword and shield to tactfully wear down his opponent. Often times you saw the Breton bash his shield against his opponent, causing the Argonian to stagger and fumble back. Unfortunately for the Breton, the Argonian was quite slippery and managed to dodge each finishing blow the Breton attempted to deliver. The Breton was quite the showman; he would raise his arms and bellow a mighty roar each time he knocked down his opponent, causing the crowd to cheer.

You felt a slight sharpness in your back, another at your sides. Suddenly you realized you were surrounded.

"Make any sudden moves, and your life ends here." you heard a whisper directly in your ear, it was clear despite the loud cheers.
"Where is the Horn?" you heard the the voice say.
"What do you want with it?" you snarled
"That is none of your concern, where is the Horn?" the voice became more frustrated and the sharpness you felt in your flanks was growing.
"Tell me what I want to know, and I'll tell you what you want to know. A fair trade, no?"
"Very well. A man deserves to know what he will be dying for. We need the Horn to weaken an army."
"That is obvious, but which army do you wish to weaken."
"The one bearing the dragon in the diamond."
"The Imperial Legion? Who in Oblivion are you?"
"The Horn. Now!" the blades were practically piercing through your skin now.

>Tell them where the Horn is
>Resist and fight
>Negotiate
>Write-In

>>778631
Beelzebub

>>778631
>Krindor
Welcome back, QM. Is Willow still alive?

>>778631
Crashah

>>777582
FIRST FOR DRACONIC MASTER RACE!
And now I'm off to archive the previous thread.

>>777603
Dragon lives don't matter!

>>777619
DRAGON LIVES MATTER!
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/744498
WE ARCHIVE HISTORY M8.

>>780234
Go to war with the orcs

>>780234
attempt to summon the dark lord Beezlebub

>>780234
Go play fantasy civ quest

>>779618
>Sordinn - Slanderer. You leveled false accusations that got one of your clan exiled.

>Yes

>>779618
This looks like a fun and original quest :^)


>Sordinn - Slanderer. You leveled false accusations that got one of your clan exiled.

>>779618
>Sordinn - Slanderer. You leveled false accusations that got one of your clan exiled.
>Are you guilty?
Yes and no. More of a grey area

>>778449

>What race are you?
Beastman (Minotaur)


>What is your job in the forces of evil?
Platoon leader

>What is your name?
Euclid.

>>778449
>What race are you?
Kobold
>What is your job in the forces of evil?
Spy
>What is your name?
Dreefilbis

>>778449
>What race are you?
Hobgoblin
>What is your job in the forces of evil?
Healer
>What is your name?
Mordrok

>>784074
Search the room

>>784092
As you get out of bed, you realize that you are naked. You search the room, finding a small chest underneath the bed you were previously sleeping in.

Within it lies a set of simple cloth clothes, a small knife for daily chores, and a set of what appears to be footwraps.

You put on the clothes, cinch the knife belt around your waste, and adjust the footwraps to stay on. As you do this, the ashes stop smolering, and you catch a glimpse of metal within. The metal appears to have been a medallion, though it is now closer to slag.

You hear a thump in the hallway.

What would you like to do?

>>784096
Wait til the metal piece cools then pull it out of the fire pit. Ready thr knifr in hand and then check the hallway.

>wank

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>>782080
you wank furiously inside the box, until you cum all over the side of the box. you are proud that you some how managed to paint a self portrait on the side of the box despite no past expereince in art

>>782089
>start art career

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She scrunches her nose for a while, before scowling slightly and crossing her arms.

‘Don’t mean to actually rip you one, but I really can’t imagine what it’d be.’ She holds up her hand, counting down with her fingers. ‘Anything from pollution to war to blasphemy’s fair game for the conspiracy theorists… but I think you already know that much, yeah?’

The Keeper brings a hand to her chin.

‘I’m surprised that there are a crapload of cults based around you and the Abyssals.’ The Keeper lets out a huff, tilting her head enough that you can see the blue in her eyes. ‘I mean, not in the way that… ah, ya know what I’m getting at, right?’ ‘We have people saying that you’re doombringers, that the Abyssals are the salvation, the types that say that we’re at the end of the rope as it is… pretty colorful, if you look at it.’

You actually grimace at that. You remember when you’d accused of heading a Four Horsemen Cult; to be fair, it was entirely benevolent and not creepy at all. The candles just gave it a poor aesthetic.

‘I’m well aware of that part of our little… arrival here.’ Tenryuu lets out a light groan at the end, running her hand through her hair. ‘Not that it’s been getting any better since. They used to think we were some sort of Guardian Angel with flaming swords back when we first came, now they think we’re a waste of time, money and toaster extensions.’ She says the last part with a little… fatigue. Tenryuu had never sounded tired in any conversation that she’d had. Not like this, at least. ‘It hasn’t been pretty, I tell ya.’

‘Sorry to hear that.’ The Keeper answers, crouching and looking upwards. ‘If it makes you feel any better… my kids and I believe that you and your Commanders can get things back on track. I’m not saying that I’m a hundred percent certain that you folks have it going right, but… I’m thankful. We would’ve lost this war a long time ago if you hadn’t bothered to come around, so, even… if it’s the inevitable that’s coming up and that there’s nothing you can do about it but push the date back… I’m – we’re – thankful that you’re willing to put yourself on the line.’

You actually find yourself… surprised. Tenryuu finds herself more than that, if her reaction is anything to go by.

‘Aw, you’re makin’ me turn red.’ She giggles unnaturally. ‘I… well, thanks for that. Not a lot of people care enough to even give us a smile nowadays…’

She gives a sincere smile back.

‘It’s nice to get a thank you every once in a while.’

One – no, two – of the manatees float up to the platform, eager for your attentions to return to them.

‘Don’t thank me yet.’ She takes a joking tone, grinning at the three of you. ‘My kids’ll be all over the both of you; think of this as an advanced apology.’

>Talk (Specify topic)
>Go to other enclosures (Specify)
>Write-In

>>777171
>>Go to other enclosures (Specify)
Let's go see the Tundra animals.

>>777171
For those who don't know the topics specified or the other attractions:

TOPICS
>'The Maelstrom.'
>'You bring your kids here?'
>'The Yoshi Island Incident...'
>Write-In

OTHER ENCLOSURES/EXHIBITS
>Crustacean and Crocodile farm
>The Mini-Submarine
>The Tundra Zone
>River Monsters

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As you stand to leave the pair, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.


>From: Solomon Hyun
>You free? Me Jonas and Mikail are in the caf if you can come talk tactics


You shoot back a quick text that you’re on your way, and about five minutes later you walk into the cafeteria. It’s pretty much empty, just the three sitting at a table and a lone janitor wiping tables at the other end of the room.

You take a seat next to Mikail on one side of the table, and Solomon nods at you before speaking.

“Alright, the resort is pretty big. Two hotels, a few bars, a number of restaurants and other buildings,” he begins, rolling out a phsycial map. “I’d assume most of our work will be inside, but some of the courtyards might have ranges of up to four hundred yards, and they may have snipers in upper floors of the hotels.”

“Briefing mentioned ties with other groups,” Mikail asks. “Any info on those?”

“There is,” Solomon answers as he pulls a dossier. “Most are shitty little rebel groups looking for easy recruitment. However, a few known ISIS officers have been seen on the island. Namely, a high ranking recruitment guy, and the head of research, along with half a dozen aids and other assorted people. Client assumes they’ll have fighters at the resort as well.”

“How many total are we looking at,” Jonas asks, leaning over to see the files. “And just who is the client?”

“Anywhere from eighty to two hundred, according to intel,” Hyun say, running over the pertinent info with a finger. “Client is just ‘to be met on-site’, so I assume some CIA wetwork team, or something similar. Any other questions?”

>Any questions about the mission?

>>777023

>"What would you guys prefer I bring to the party? PKM, AA12, or DMR fishgun?"

'Also, which buildings first, and should we expect hostages or noncombatants....sacrifices?"


Welcome back Handler, Happy Halloween!

>>777058
Happy Halloween! Favorite holiday of the year. Even if I don't drink on it.

>>776864
The bleak desert planet had been used as the initial capital of the Confederacy before the first Jedi attack, strategically it made sense, as a planet located in a rather remote system it was hard to avoid detection by the thousands of remotely controlled sensor arrays lining the vast expanse of darkspace in every direction, in essence it had been a perfect fortress for the fledgling rebellion to first issuing its commands to its expansive droid army.Thankfully you hadn't been there when the Clone Wars had just begun, right here on these dark orange sands hiding the corpses of man and machine alike; it had been a destructive war that cost the CIS its stronghold and droid factories, but the value of the planet had not been forgotten as the sands claimed their bounty, and as such droid engineers such as yourself throughout the Confederacy were called together for the largest and most ambitious project yet in a push to turn the tides onto the thus far successful Republic through the largest scale production of Super Battle Droids yet. Now, nearing the end of the third year of the Clone Wars, all of that collective pride in the CIS collapsed as Republic propaganda blasted what little connection you had with the outside worlds with the symbol of your greatest fear: The death of Count Dooku at the hands of the power-hungry Jedi.

Intelligence operatives arrived on-site of the factory nearly hours after the revelation that the enigmatic Supreme General of the Confederacy had fallen to his former comrades, your commanding officers were briefed, and in turn alerted you to the lockdown of Geonosis as the remaining leaders of the CIS were gathered to meet with General Grevious, the cyborg that had become himself a symbol of the terrifying might of the Droid army, and was now the last source of direction for the Sepratist Council on survival as one-by-one the planets of the C.I.S fell.

=======That announcement by your CO had shaken you to the core, and you found yourself wandering the halls of the engineering corps' offices - large walled off expanses filled with the noise of thousands of engineers, human, droid and alien alike, bustling to improve or maintain the inorganic soldiers.
(cont.)

>>776869

Normally you'd take solace in your work, but the anxiety running through the factory was none so more concentrated than in your own head where scenarios of trials and executions of the separatists likeyourself played through your mind at high speeds; there was little you could do to calm yourself, many hundreds of the systems united under the wise counsel of Dooku abandoned the CIS as petty squabbles tore the Separatist Parliament into pieces, the only planets that remained were those under the direct control of the leaders on the Separatist Council, the very figureheads that were now taking refuge in the factory you knew as a sort of home. In a small fit of panic, you swipe an arm across the table before you and many pieces of a malfunctioning droid officer crash to the floor, the loud noise shocking you back into sanity as several of your peers glance pitifully in your direction, similar looks of worry crossing their faces - little doubt in their minds too that this would be some of their last moments as free peoples. In an effort to compose yourself, you…

>A.) Collect the pieces of the droid officer you had been working on, and take your mind off of the fear by doing what you knew best - putting the bastard back together. 
>B.) Return to the engineering corps common rooms to find some solace in the few sources of entertainment you had left in the form of cheap Nabooiesian vodka and company of the more raucous of your coworkers.
>C.) Play the part of loyal soldier despite the near universal loss of decorum around you, and report to your Commanding Officer for instructions.
>D.) Instead, try to break into the Server Rooms of the upper command and attempt to glean more information from what you may find.

>>776873
>A.) Collect the pieces of the droid officer you had been working on, and take your mind off of the fear by doing what you knew best - putting the bastard back together.

>>776425
Could someone' link the close ups of rules and nations from last thread plz
>danieries 1
>danieries 1 income per round (base)

Rolled 83805 (1d99999)

>>776425
Build a Market

Remove Frisia from Germania

>>776425
>Numidia
>Ottoman Empire 2.0

>>778925
Bit a bit, Country, how you been doing?

For once, everyone is home this morning, and up at a normal hour. It's the day of Haiiro's initiation ceremony at the Academy, and your whole family is going to be there. You manage to get your hair under control, or as under control as you can, and pick out a nice shirt and pair of pants for yourself, along with your dress shoes. You'd like to go in your ninja gear, but your mother put her foot down, saying that everyone should look nice for this. You can hear here and Shirou through the wall even now, arguing about how your sister has almost nothing remotely formal. When you finish dressing and leave your room, you're joined by your mother in the hall, who compliments you, and mentions that she managed to find something for your sister.

You head downstairs while she waits for Shirou to meet your father and Haiiro in the living room. Both of them are already ready, though your cousin looks a bit nervous. Your father complements you on your choice as well.

>A) Thank him

>B) Say something to Haiiro (What?)

>C) Just wait for your mother and Shirou so you can go.

>>778941
I've been alright, how have you been, Naiser?

>>776242
Too early for this.

>Drag her into the sleeping bag and zip it up. See her protest then!

>>776242
>Hide in your sleeping bag, make it go away!

Clearly this is a bad dream or a poorly digesting snack.

>>776242
> Alright, fine! Let's go!
Spooky tanks time oh yes