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This is a soul, currently trapped in limbo.
It once was a great adventurer, that fought many harsh battles and triumphed in life.
Sadly, now his form is reduced to a glowing orb in the void, unable to feel emotion and any kind of sensation.
I intend to change that.

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As of now, he can't do anything. He is just a floating ball of light with no memory.
But that is where all of you come in.
You see, I need something to bind his essence to a new body. Something to connect everything together.
This Centerpiece is the whole of you.
Once he is alive, you can communicate with him and, to some extend, control his body. He still has a free will tough. But the more you prompt him with the same thought, the more mastery you will have over his actions. Remember this.

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Now, lets not waste any more time and let me come to the gist of what this is all about.

You have to do something for me.
Something important.

A Quest... if you want to call it that.

There is a man that has to die.
He is not wealthy, powerful or wise, but he is a threat to the whole planet, the whole galaxy even.
There is no need for you to know more.
Simply ending his live is more than enough to bring back order.
It does not matter to me how you do it. Stab him, drown him, blast him away, anything goes.
Just. Kill. Him.

If you succeed, this soul here will live on and you...
All of you will get a wish. One single wish for anything you desire.

But till then, there is a long way ahead of you.
I wish you luck.
...
And don't disappoint me...

>>746225
>>746257
>>746261

"Well... I got an idea, but you two are going to hate it." The two lord look attentive as you say slowly, "How do you feel... about marriage? Specifically, you two getting married to each other?"


“WHAT?!” they both yelled in tandem. The dragon lord huffs, “How can you expect me to ever marry this shrewd and backstabbing fox!” The kitsune adds, “How can you expect me to get anywhere with a woman who refuses to get over her prejudices!” You expected this fallout but you had to continue, “I know it sounds like a sacrifice... but if you two got married and united your species. Your two races would work together well. With kitsune spies gathering information and the power of dragons, you would be able to start winning." Ryuga crosses her arms, “We don’t need to be married to accomplish that…” “But…” Shiromitsu begins, “It would certainly be the fastest option…” “You can’t possibly be agreeing to this ridiculous idea?! I would never trust you or your kind!” “Well, you just have to get over yourself! I am willing to do something in this situation, maybe not marriage but…” Shiromitus eyes divert from Ryuga’s as if trying to think of something that won’t drastically offended the already offended dragon. This idea had potential you thought but to keep them from screaming at each other rather than focus on the task at hand you started to speak once more.


"I should also mention…” The two lords look to you, one of them in discontent” “...your dragons have been way too dependent on the Thunderbird to win your fights Lady Ryuga. You have the same problem Lord Shiromitsu has, your forces are not as good as they could be. And... I know you will hate to hear this, but two are not what they should be! A dragon prides on his or her power, not on using a pet bird to win fights! And a kitsune prides on its smarts and cunning and you let your spy network fall to pieces! I was able to win a war and defeat a foe just using trickery, and without the loss of a single life, and I am just human. And In another conflict, I defeated an experienced war general fighting on my own despite again, just being a weak human! What happened? When did you two lose yourselves? When did the comforts of being a Lord start to weigh more than your responsibilities? Even if I get my little demon sister to join this alliance, what would be the point if your hearts aren't in it?


You then stop for a moment "And the saddest thing of all is, it took a thirteen-year-old human girl to figure this out. Why? Because change is never easy, you two saw no problem how things were going so you changed nothing and here is the result. A powerful army of soldiers corrupted by black magic that improperly trained dragons and a decayed spy network could do nothing about.

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>>771601

Ryuga cuts you off with a slam of her fist into her chair, “YOU INSULT ME!” She seethes, “Do you think my forces are so weak that they are wholly dependent on a single girl?! Ha, I shall so you the true power of the dragon kin myself if these insults continue!” Shiromitsu looks upset as well but it seems he was content with Ryuga berating you. You shake your head and arms nervously,” “No No No! Lady Ryuga I was not meaning to insult you or lord Shiromitsu, just bring attention to the facts of the matter. I only wish to put our forces into action instead of reaction, I am truly sorry if I have offended.” Ryuga up until this point was leaning out of her chair toward you, but slowly begins to relax and lean her body back into the chair, though her claws seem to be digging into the armrests. She says in a displeased tone, “Continue then….”


Lady Ryuga please try to listen to the fire of your heart, and Lord Shiromitsu, try to start listening more to your brain than your ego. As Lords in war, you two should be setting the example. Lady Ryuga should be fighting to ignite the flame of passion back on the dragons and Lord Shiromitsu should be teaching the more promising kitsune how to be spies and infiltrators."


We must also think of the Snake Lord who doesn't realize he is being played for a fool because he no longer has the power, the sorceress does. I am gonna be honest, even if you two actually listened to me, worked together and tried to solve the problem with your spies and soldiers, that will just buy us time. To win the sorcerer has to be taken out, but for that, I need to keep her army busy while my group and the Thunderbird deal with her."


You then sit down exhausted from both the talk and the damned stairs.


"Sorry... sorry about being so rude and blunt. But my little sister Shibaru, despite being a child, is out there doing the best she can. And it hurts to see two adults just... not doing that."


You meant every word you said, but it was clear that Ryuga and Shiromitsu did not look pleased with your presentation. Bluntness was required, but it seems it is rarely appreciated. All you can do now is hope that you somehow got through to them as you close your eyes took a breath and waited for the response to come.


Roll 2d20+4

>>771581
yo holy SHIT THOSE TITTIES

I still find hilarious that machinedramon is a trainer

>>771223
It took so long to trace him that I didn't want him to just be in the story for a couple of parts.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>764079
put on a punch self in face mask

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>>764081

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>764084
Check spoop levels

>A cold sweat is forming on the surface of your skin. You feel this as you clench your fist and swallow, a mixture of panic and horror. You manage to shove it all back down inside of you, focusing as hard as you can to scan the immediate area instead of worrying. From what you can see, whatever scuffle happened here was quickly over. There's not much blood or signs of damage to go on. As far as you can tell, the attack was quick and coordinated. Certainly multiple opponents, or else they would have never gotten the drop on everyone at once.

Mirai sensei's seat doesn't seem to be disturbed at all. If you had to guess, you'd say that when she leaped to defend the camp the others were flanked. Himawari was directly attacked, but seems to have managed to recover and flee in time. Shinji's book being partially destroyed is the only sign that he's fine.

Then there's Akahiko's black fur. A thin trail of it leads off into the woods. All three of your allies seem to have been expertly separated. The still burning coals of the fire tell you that this all happened very recently as well. The blood on Himawari's bedding hasn't even had time to dry, still damp when you press your fingers to it.

In the center of the camp, you glare around. As a Chunin, you feel a great deal of responsibility for your subordinates.

Who do you want to go help first?

>A. Follow Himawari's blood trail
>B. Follow Shinji's paper trail
>C. Follow Kayo and Akahiko's fur trail

>>761066
>B. Follow Shinji's paper trail

>>761066
>A. Follow Himawari's blood trail

>>770330
>Walk to the right until you find something, anything.

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>>770340

Eat the last piece of cake.

>>760264
After what felt like to you a long period of running around playing pretend with some freshman Magical Girl squad, you’d taken a few days off yet again. Sal’s been blessedly silent for the past three days, which is both fantastic and concerning, and earlier today you’d decided to do yourself a favor and rarity, and pop down to a massage parlor to work out a few kinks that’d been growing in your back. It’d been...rather heavenly, to tell the truth. So much so that you have to admit, you’ve been in a surprisingly good mood ever since.

At the moment you’re kinda just meandering around town, considering maybe getting something to eat, or looking into getting one or two of those swords of yours treated- it’d be expensive, but you can afford it now, if you like. Heck, you kinda feel like maybe just ringing up one of the girls and saying hi or something. Today’s been good so far. There's a number of things you could probably do at the moment- so long as they didn't drain your finances. Have to keep some in reserve since dues.

It's never the same date for anyone else. Everyone has their own specific 'due date' where either the Ingenious pluck out a percent of their payment- with adequate warning, to be fair- or they're summoned to 'the Chambers'. It was basically, according to folks you'd heard talk about it, a near pitch black room (some say it's not a room at all, it's another dimension) with an effigy of the Ingenious, where people late or underpaying on dues could plead their case to the Ingenious. If they accepted the reasoning, then you got a reprieve, and some extra tacked onto your next due date. If they didn't...

...yeah.

But! You don't have to worry about that- never had to, in fact. Something you thank your lucky stars about. And it seems that won't be changing any time soon, thank goodness! Thirty-eight motes would be more than enough to satisfy your dues, and if you were doing your mental math right, you'd still have a solid amount left over for whatever you wanted! And speaking of that...

>See about picking up a snack.
>Look into weapons treatment.
>Just ring up one of the girls, maybe do some casual hanging.
>Other

>>760309
Why the fuck would you start a thread before finishing the opening posts?

>>760309
>you’ve been in a surprisingly good mood
well, that's not going to last long

>Just ring up one of the girls, maybe do some casual hanging.

>>762198
Stalin

fucboi but if that's unacceptable ill go with tim

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since the first suggestion was Stalin we'll go with Stalin. Stalin the cube first finds some random pyramids, 2 of them are angry for no reason and the other 2 are :| faced.

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Go big or go home

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A hand touches your shoulder- and another covers your mouth to stop the shriek mere moments from your lips.


“Nori. Shhh.”


At your side is your brother, Naruto- and not too far behind is Hinata.


“You two?” You inquire, looking between them.


“I was attacked by Kabuto- Naruto intervened when he took me by surprise.” Hinata explains.


Wait…


“Kabuto attacked you? Why?” You ask.


“Apparently, he’s been working for Orochimaru this whole time.” Naruto remarks, a scowl on his face.


“He’s been in the village for years, so nobody even considered it. Apparently he’s half the reason so many enemy shinobi were able to get into Konoha undetected- they were using some old tunnels beneath Konoha that nobody seemed to know about. He tried to trick Hinata into thinking he was an ally- and nearly caught her. We were both lucky that I happened to be nearby.”


He shakes his head- obviously his friend’s betrayal is weighing on him.


“Anyway, what’s the situation here, sis? A bunch of people are fighting down below- but dad isn’t there. I hadn’t seen him since we were attacked in the Kage booth- we went different directions. I’m glad you found him, but-”


“He’s trapped, yeah.” You finish for him.


“As far as I can tell, those four are keeping that barrier up- and nobody can get in or out. Dad’s doing fine- neither of those weirdos has even put a scratch on him- but we still need to free him. He’d be able to deal with this once and for all.” You explain.


“I agree. We need to get him out. Hinata, how many people are up here?” Naruto asks, turning to your teammate.


“Hmm- Seven people are either inside or keeping the cage active- there are three more on the far side of the cage…..”
Her face darkens.


“One is Orochimaru. Another is the Winged Lady who seems to have been popping up everywhere- and the last one is that man from the announcement- Hanzo, or Pain, I guess.”


“It’s odd- His chakra signatures are exactly the same as the two below… it’s like all three of them are the same person. It doesn’t make sense.” She finishes.


“Itachi-sensei said something about a “Rinnegan”- that mean anything to either of you?” You ask.


Naruto shakes his head- Hinata thinks for a while, before giving her answer.


“It’s a Dojutsu- same as the Sharingan or the Byakugan. But in terms of what it does, I have no idea. If we engage them, we’ll essentially be going in blind.” Hinata explains.


Your mouth forms a small smile- “We’ll never be going in blind with you around, Hinata!” you complement.


Both of them look at you oddly- before Naruto chuckles under his breath.


“Thanks, sis. So, what’s the plan? We obviously aren’t any match for the other three. Do you think we could free Dad from the cage?”


“I’m not sure. They seem to be in the cage, and thus protected- but I’m sure this isn’t foolproof. We’ll just need to think of something.”

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Let the festival begin.

Fap

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>>764722
tired of the long arguments you just successfully won, you decide to reward yourself by furiously beating your meat to the Emma Watson sex tape that you received from your close hacker friend.

It feels glorious.

I decide to go outside, jk, I proceed to browse more dank memes

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Get the fuck out of our containment board and go back to yours horsefucker.

>>>/mlp/

>>764476
Nah.

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>>764461
A necrotic spell book. A floating skull that eats people.

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“We discuss things as a group – including as many of the others as is possible at the time – and then we vote on a path to pursue together – majority rules!” You tap the desk once to emphasize your decision

“Ahhhh,” Othello remarks, taking his feet of your furniture and shifting his sitting position so he is leaning forward with both boots planted squarely on the floor of your cabin. “So what you are saying, my friend, is that you believe my actions should be under the sway of not only your own meaningless opinions, but also those of your girlfriend and your fool?”

It takes you a moment to process all of the casual vitriol he just spewed at your proposal. “She's not my –”

“And I notice that at least three people on this secret cabal work directly for you. How fortunate a coincidence that a majority of the votes are on your payroll, William.”

“I don't pay – ”

“I believe I've heard enough,” he interrupts you again, brooking you no quarter to explain yourself. “You do not seem the type of vacuous creature I despise and you quite clearly possess a style I can appreciate. Coupled with the fact that you command influence, wealth and power – and I see the benefit of an alliance betwixt our respective forces . . . For now. But you are a fool to think I would subject my freedom of action to committee approval on the vague guarantee of a safety net.”

The pirate stands up, smoothing down his vest as he does so to maintain a pristine appearance. “I'll be taking my leave.”

As the man walks away, you feel a cold dread seep into the back of your mind.

“This stays a secret between us, right?” you call out before he makes it to the far door of your chamber. Your words stop the muscled figure in his tracks. “What I've told you. About my loyalties.”

Othello casts a glance over his shoulder and flashes you a pearly white smile before offering a paltry remedy to sooth your concerns. “Othello is under no obligation to keep such information concealed. But the Dragon King does not need to know and I do not feel the urge to tell him. Best hope it stays that way, white boy.”

And with that he swivels his head back around and exits your chambers.

. . . Well shit.

+++++++++++++++

You've got five days until you arrive in Meereen.

>What do you do in the meantime? (write-in)

>>759759
>Assassinate Othello or work towards it. He's obviously going to be a thorn in our side.

Uh


This is sort of close to the concept I had for my own quest....

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>>759716

On what Captain Harper claims will be for the second last day of the journey – New Odyss will be visible soon enough, he claimed – he invites you and Camilla to dinner. Something of a custom among captains, as you've come to understand it, although it's more traditional to dine at the start of a journey. Maybe he's trying to imply something, that you're only at the start of a much longer road.

Whatever his reasons for offering the invitation might have been, curiosity drove you to accept it. Lured by the prospect of good food and interesting company, you met him at his private cabin once darkness finally fell.

-

“Well!” Captain Harper announces when he sees you, “You're looking well – not nearly as burnt as most of passengers end up.”

One of his crewmen gave you a salve, you reply stiffly, that kept the worst of the sunburn away. What you neglect to mention is the exorbitant price that the salve cost you. If it was sold to you for anything less than ten times what it originally cost, you'd be surprised. Even so, it managed to be worth everything you paid for it.

“Quite so, quite so,” Harper laughs, as if he knows exactly what you were thinking, “Come in, both of you. I'm afraid I've been a terrible host, leaving you to languish on your own for so long. Why, I don't think we've ever even been formally introduced! You know my name, of course, but I never quite managed to get yours. Let's take this moment to resolve that little imbalance, shall we?”

His sudden friendliness – an almost aggressive attempt to charm you both – sets alarm bells ringing in your mind. Glancing to your side, you meet Camilla's eyes. She doesn't like this much more than you do. Up until now, you've been careful not to reveal too much about yourselves, for fear of the information leaking out. This sudden interest has taken you by surprise. Though it only lasts a moment, your reticence draws another booming laugh out of Harper.

“Ah, so that's how it is! I thought as much,” he chuckles, “Say no more, friends. Sometimes, a gentleman – or a fine lady – doesn't want to blacken his good name. We've all done things we might not want to crow about, after all.”

“Would you include yourself in that?” Camilla asks politely, “You seem, if you don't mind me saying, like a man who doesn't shy away from his deeds.”

“My hands, I fear, could never be considered clean,” Harper's expression darkens for a moment, “But come, such things should not be spoken of before dinner – I wouldn't wish to spoil your appetite!”

[2/3]

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>>759718

Harper drinks all through dinner, starting with wine and then moving on to brandy. The more he drinks, the darker his mood seems to grow – although there is a curiously jovial edge to his bitterness, as if he relishes the ill thoughts creeping up on him. Slamming his empty glass down on the table, he rises to his feet. “I've got something to show you,” he announces, something like a sneer touching his face, “And a history lesson to go with it – not a story you'd ever hear in the Free States, I promise you.”

Rising, Harper lifts a hand to his temple, wincing slightly before ambling through to a different, and yet unseen part of his quarters. As soon as he's left, Camilla leans forwards and whispers to you, her voice coming across as a harsh hiss. “I don't like this,” she hisses, “He's far too interested in us, all of a sudden.”

Has he lied yet, you murmur back, about anything?

“...No,” Camilla has to admit, “I don't think so, at least. That doesn't make him trustworthy, though.”

Harper is a mercenary, even if he might prefer to call himself a businessman. It's true that your enemies might buy his services, but only if they learn about him. As far as you're aware, you're still travelling undercover. His knowledge of the colonies, on the other hand, might prove to be a great help. He likely has access to both maps and contacts – the things you'll need to track down Yvette Saive.

“More than a hundred islands, and we don't even have a name,” Camilla curses softly, “If I didn't know any better, I'd say that the details were deliberately struck from the record.”

Which is why you need help, you say with a nod, his help.

“If we can trust him,” the Ministry agent – living up to her paranoid reputation – reminds you, “Assume we ask for his help. What happens when we part ways, and he sinks deep into some filthy tavern. He drinks himself blind, and then he starts talking – to anyone who cares to listen – about the strange passengers he had. That's how easily our cover could be blown!”

Conceding her point, you take a sip of wine and think. It's the same old equation – risk versus reward.
“This is your job,” Camilla adds after a pause, “I've said my piece, but I trust your instincts. If you think we can trust Harper, so be it. What's it to be?”

>We're going to need his help. I say we trust him... for now
>Maybe you're right, trusting him is too much of a risk.
>Other

>>759722
>We're going to need his help. I say we trust him... for now
"Else we might be going in circles getting no where. We'll just have to move fast to offset the risk of him talking, hopefully making it to our objective before any damage is done."

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You wake up to the sound of beeping medical instruments. Hardly a good sign, but hey, at least you're alive. Most people who get stung by Arachne don't get to say that. You'll be really popular with the ladies when you get back to New York.

You turn your head right to look out the window. The scenery looks awfully familiar.

"Good morning, Eamon. Welcome back."

You turn your head to the left. There's a blonde woman holding a golden Sheath.

"Fuck my life." You groan and sink into your bed. "How the fuck did I get back here?"

"Francis brought you," Alice says. "Good thing, too. If he'd been a second late, you'd be dead. You're lucky I wasn't already busy. How did you get sucker punched, anyway? Someone with your experience should know better."

Alice possesses Excalibur's Sheath. You're not sure what its powers are, but it's good with healing and it makes Alice invulnerable; you've never, ever seen her take a wound. You're not even sure if she even ages anymore.

Of course, if Alice is here, it means you're back in Dublin. You knew you'd have to come back eventually, but you'd hoped the circumstances would be a little better.

"It was dark and there was spider gore everywhere," you say. "Also, I don't want to talk about it."

Alice snorts. "I'll bet."

- "How's the rest of my squad?"
- "Have I had any visitors?"
- "What's the situation here?"

>>772385
>- "How's the rest of my squad?"

>>772385
>- "What's the situation here?"

>>767380
might as well try to be in the player's shoes for once

>heed your mother. she is dear to us...

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>>767522
>heed your mother. she is dear to us...

She may complain a lot, but she’s my mother, and deserves my help! You head straight for the living room, prepared to help her in any way you can!

“Y-yes, mother?”, you barely stammer out

No matter how many years go by, you will never be used to the stench. A thousand folds of skin full of fermenting waste, the acrid burn of expired Auto-Taco™ flakes, with a unique finisher that vaguely resembles silver polish only somehow organic, there is no place in your entire 900 square foot world that makes you more uncomfortable than the kitchen.

“Well, well, you’re punctual today! My rash is getting worse and I just ran out of crème, fetch me another bottle from the bathroom will ya?

“Yes, mother.”

She wasn’t always like this, but ever since father passed it was all downhill. At first the weight-gain seemed reasonable for someone aging and going through her stress, but once she became fused to that recliner, it was obvious this problem wasn’t going away. Then there’s that awful jester’s mask, it was cute at first but now makes her like some kind of grotesque beast. “Pantaloon”, the absurdity of her new-found name still astonishes. At least it keeps the neighbors away. But I shouldn't be so hard on her...

Go straight to the bathroom?

>>767785
Yes, mother knows best...

sorry i am running a quest as well, friend.