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Tertius

Algol rises over the black waters of Lake Hali, the sky red with his light and the black stars eclipsed by the bloody radiance of the day-star. Nyean clings to your leg like a frightened child, which she may well be for all her secrets and knowledge. Here in Carcosa, knowledge is of limited value; one's desires and will are all that may suffice to prosper and fall to ruin.

The two are not so far apart here.

Giving your dear friend your hand you help her to rise to unsteady feet, the transition from Earth to Carcosa traumatic even for the most experienced traveler. She gasps at the sight of the City by the Lake, and her hand goes to her breast, as though to still her heart. You turn and look with her, the shining gold of the city of desires fulfilled glimmering under the shadows of the great mountain ranges of the Voornith.

“We mustn't tarry here, Nyean,” you remind her gently. Already you can feel the eyes upon you, feel the beasts of the air upon the highest mountains beginning their hunting flights. “Come with me to the castle, and I shall see that you are given what you need and taken well care of.”

When she turns to you the surprise and shock is expressed in a frightened gasp; she looks up at the spires of Castle Carcosa, where The King In Yellow awaits the end of the Masquerade. You shakes your head and thrust the thought away; you too are there, and here, and Carmilla also is there, but not here. The strange woman-child recovers quickly and overs your hand with hers as you hold her hand. “I can't go there with you, Cassilda.” There is regret in her voice, but fear in her eyes.

You nod sadly. You thought as much, knew as much, but it would have been pleasant to go in company with a friend. Still, this place is not for her. Not for you either, but you are here nonetheless. “Thank you for your kind words and gentle hands, Nyean-Neither. You have been a true friend to one who has few at all.” You lift her hands to you lips and bow over them, kissing her knuckles softly.

Unblushing but smiling gentle, she bows back. “Be safe in your journey, Cassilda, and I hope that you find your sister.”

You suppress a shudder, and look her in the eyes with your one good eye. “I am afraid here the opposite is to be feared....” Her expression becomes unsettled and you smile, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “The King will watch over you until you reach the city, Nyean.Be safe beyond then, if you would. I hope that you will find your way home.” Her hand slips from between yours and you watch her walk gracefully along the black sands of the beach, following the edge of the lake.

[] Send That of Air to guard her way to the city.
[] Tarry no longer; it has already been too long and the palace awaits.
[] Run give her a token; it cannot hurt and may help her.
[] Go some distance and make the transition back while you are safe.
[] Disrobe, and enter the Lake; seek the blessing of He Who Must Not Be Named.

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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

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Maps of Olstren are splayed out on the table. Or rather, they're splayed out on old wooden planks you put on the table. That way, you can dramatically stab daggers into the map without damaging the furniture.

It's incredibly fun.

Reagan, Olwen, Delyth and Seren are sitting around the map, while Eleri and Esyllt, who are the least involved with these discussions, are watching from the sides.

The topic is, of course, war on Olstren. It's a certainty that you'll have to some kind of fight on your hands, even if the details are still unknown. If anything, that just makes the planning more important.

You hear a knock on the door. That would be Myrddin.

You stand up to answer and the next thing you know, something white bursts through the door and crushes you.

"Meirion! I came to visit!"

"Hello, your highness," Myrddin says. "The Queen came to visit."

"Yes, I noticed," you say through desperate breaths. "Hello, mother."

A high-pitched noise stabs through your brain and you pass out for a brief second. Fortunately, you come to before you completely lose your balance.

Also, your mother now has Reagan and Seren in a headlock. Or a hug. It's difficult to tell.

"I'm so proud of you two," your mother says. "Getting pregnant so soon! The rest of you need to try your best as well!"

"About that…" Esyllt blushes red and lowers her head in embarrassment.

There's another stabbing squeeing noise and… from your perspective, it's like your mother grows a third arm and grabs Esyllt to pull her into whatever it is she's doing.

So you have another child on the way. Yay!

>"Are you sure it's all right for you to leave the capital, mother?"
>"… you're not going to live here, are you?"
>"I'm glad to have you here, mother."

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The sun is high in the sky, shining brightly. I close my eyes, as I lay back on the flowers under me, trying to do my best to ignore the icy wind blowing over me as I rest in the middle of one of the academy's fields. All of this practicing and learning has really left me a lot to think about...as have the friends I've gathered in my short time in this soul society.

I think I'm getting an understanding about how this afterlife works, even if I'm still getting surprised by who lies within it and all the little details I've been learning by accident.

Certainly isn't what I expected the next life to be at least. Not that I'm complaining, since this way I can reap my bloody vengeance against that hollow that feasted upon the souls of my dearly departed comrades.

Not to mention having more time to further perfect my style. I smile, and not to mention, teach others of my path. Byakuya and Aya have both been learning pretty well, I'll admit I've had to change my own style slightly to fight them in the few times I've dueled them since I started teaching both of them.

Maybe I just like seeing fellow artists be born, masters of their own path and way of the sword, but for some reason, when I think about this training I've been giving them, I can't help but smile. Maybe Buta was right when he said I've make a lovely teacher.

I open my eyes again, and frown as memories of those times flit through my head, brief, almost forgotten moments of my life.

Sighing, I sit up, gripping Ryūketsu no kōtei and stabbing it into the ground so I have something to hold onto while I stand up. I can't lay here mourning about the past when the future looks so bright.

Besides, despite the cold, today is a rather lovely day. Days like this shouldn't be spent lazing around, there has to be something I can find to do.

I mean that's basically guaranteed, but who knows, maybe death decided to get boring on me. Though I doubt that.

"Tch" I click my tongue as I set my Zanpakuto on my shoulders, as I begin to slowly make my way down through the academy's fields.

I just hope no one comes barging into this wonderful day to beg me to join their division like I'm something special.

I'm sure I could come up with a poem to mock them but...I don't think it's worth the effort think it up.

What do I do?
[] Ask to be allowed on a hollow hunt
[]Go for a walk with Tosen *Fateful Encounter*
[] Duel/ chat with Sekiryu for a while
[] Train Byakuya/ Aya some more
[] Get to know Tora *And William*
[] Go through my letters
[] Go to a class
[] Wander around seireitei
[] Ask someone why people are so interested in me
[] Get something to eat
[] write in

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You decided the best thing to do for now was retreat back to the warehouse for the night. Darkness was approaching very quickly with the autumn times, and that meant the cold, and that meant the Witch Doctor as well most likely. He'll be looking for you, looking for signs of combat and magical girls. So you didn't stick around too long at the Camorra hideout. Instead, now you were back at Knives' hideout here in New York. You and Anneliese heft up the warehouse garage door, and allow Val and Knives to walk in nonchalantly. “Aw, thanks for opening the door, babe.” She slaps your bum, making you flinch.

“Don't touch her!” yells Anneliese. She advances on Knives.

“Oh, please, please.” Knives annoyingly holds up her hands in mock defense. “What, am I not allowed to touch such fine young girls like your little beau here?” Anneliese growls, her nose practically caressing Knives' own face. “Come on, you cannot tease me like that.” She gently pushes Anneliese away. “Calm yourself.”

She slaps Knives' hand away. “You are treading on very thin ice!”

“Now, now.” You step in between the two. “Look, Anneliese. Knives is hunting the Witch Doctor the same as we are. I know it's not the most orthodox thing, but we don't have many options. Operator #5 has no cure, Gatsby's cure is out of our reach, and #5's resources are stretched thin trying to track the Nazis over in Europe. He can't help us. I need her help now.”

Anneliese squints at you. “What were you thinking? She could be trying to bomb us, or steal some of our secrets!”

Knives rolls her eyes. “Yes, the secret of Liberty's relationship with that little Jap. What a secret.” She huffs, somewhat jealously. “I never knew Liberty had such deviant tastes.” She sighs deeply, a blush on her face. “It turns me on.”

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Ashton scratches the back of his head and looks at Montus:
>So... That's your secret weapon, right? What was it called again?
The monkey like creatures grabs onto a few pipes sticking out of the wall and starts climbing towards the ceiling. Montus grins:
>It's called Jokaero, Ashton, it is a breed of non-hostile xenos. We learned about them during Anterion's lectures, he is the High Librarian in our Chapter. He is a wise man, I'd love to tell him all that I learned here about the Dark Ones. Maybe I'll get a chance someday. But for now you just need to know that this xeno can make almost anything, if it wants to. I was told, that they draw inspiration from their surroundings and situations, but sooner or later his genetics will kick in and Harambe will start crafting thins.
Ashton lifts an eyebrow.
>Harambe?
Montus nods.
>Yeah, that's how I came to call him in honour of the man who once wore that flak jacket which Harambe now can't let go of.
>Well, I see. So, what's our plan now?

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You wake up in an alley, lay in what you hope isn't your bodily fluids. Judging from the conveniently placed clock, It's 10:42 PM. There's a 7/11 out the alley, with a car parked outside. What do you do?

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Do we want to continue in planning mode or do you want to act?

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You are Purps; an amnesiac starborn. Things have been pretty hectic since you woke up on a random hill - thus far you have killed a midget rebel, had a dance off with a foxman, went undercover with your new friend to find who mugged your new boss, had a weird dream, fought a crazy cannibal priest, died, came back at the cost of some memories and emotions, killed the cannibal priest who killed you - then you decided that you're going to get your maimed friend a new magical eye. You trained a time stopping snipergot into a fight with his Dad, taunted him with his dead wife, then ran when he snapped.

It has been just under a fourteen hours since your boss went to deal with him. Thankfully Luc stayed in the wagon and didn't see the sky light up, red, white, green, grey green or hear the explosions and screeching noise of their magic. But every minute that ticks by you lose faith in Lex.

According to the map you're about two hours from a small village named; Rono Pass. It's located just before The Crossroad bridge. But it's late pre-vening and the second sun will only be up for about another hour.

Luc has sat up front with you, cleaning his new rifle with precision. Every so often he begins humming, but it seems forced and unnatural. You think he's trying to keep his mind off where his father and Lexington went. Something you can relate to.

You;

> Park the wagon by the side of the road.

> Push for the town, one hour of night travel won't kill you.

> Write-In

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Rolled 31 (1d100)

Today is just not your fucking day. This was SUPPOSE to be just a warm up to get you into the super game. It was just suppose to be a simple robbery. No big deal right? What you didn't expect was for every hero and villain with or group or independent to show up to the party. You also weren't expecting all those shady assholes who can't pick a side to show up too.

Seriously man you deserve a goddamn trophy for the shit that is happening on your very first day. Still on the plus side your unknown still. So you can either put on a real nice show or you know run the fuck away.

Whatever the case you need to choose quick because both sides may think your playing for the other team. Goddamn it if this job had only been as simple as planned you wouldn't have to worry about the misconceptions about who your with and what you can do.

Now how shall you handle things before backup arrives and you decide to bail?

What do?
>Charge right in you can take it!
>On second thought retreat is the best option
>Its time like these you need to use your brain...
>Sometimes the best option is simply to blow everything up particularly when its already a clusterfuck
>Who says you don't got your own backup?
>Other?

Majority Vote wins. Votes must have 1d100 attached to count. Crits are 1 and 100. Higher is better. The choices in this instance will effect what your starting powers and abilities are.

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"You might be a smart girl, but you aren't a lucky one"

Meet Delilah; a young girl going through some hard times.

=Links and Information=
Archives:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=aCowboyNamedSue

Quick Glance (SPOILERS) The quick Who is Who and what Delilah has. Mostly accurate.:

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Twitter; @Cowboy_Sue
Discord; https://discord.gg/0107qV9kiFDlUH9nY
Chat room with me and other players. I answer questions, post sketches, and act cheeky.

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This is a Civ Quest with some elements of the deceased Civ. Evo. Quests. Every turn you vote for an action and every 5 in game years you vote for a cultural Variation. Cultural variations might produce some special effects if you focus on a idea and you don't try to go all over the place.

>Now, you see that bird, well that's your species. A weird hybrid between goblins, kobolds, crows and humans that were originally meant for warfare. Keyword being meant. The project was never finalized. You see, the Civilization that created you as well as most of their contemporaries were destroyed by a plague 150 years ago. Plague that caused a drop of 90% percent of the world population and that made beasts and other evil beings masters of this world. Slowly but surely, realms are being reformed but with your appearance you have been scaring people forcing you to unite in order to not get completely purged by the new realms.

Characteristics of Blackwings
>Agility: +++ (You are one of the most agile species in existence)
>Intelligence: = (Despite being birds your intelligence can be comparable to humans)
>Strength: - (You are relatively weak compared to humans blame your goblin size)
>Resistance: - (Hollow bones, sorry)
>Lifespan: - ( 20 years but potential for 40)
>You are capable of flight
>You have completely functional hands as well as a tail that is incredibly dexterous.
>You can see in the dark
>Your wings are silent

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Shinobi Quest #44

This quest takes place within the lands of the Five Great Shinobi Nations (aka Narutoverse) starting roughly around the beginning of the original series. The world of this quest remains similar to the original, with slight but notable differences in certain areas, based upon the passage of time from a single slightly altered event.

(It’s a goddamn Naruto Quest, you bastards. Have fun, participate, and write in when you feel inclined. Most of the outcomes of this quest will be determined by you, the players. Critiques and questions are always welcome, as my knowledge of the weeby shit is not all encompassing.)

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Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Shinobi%20Quest

Last thread, Tsuki Norihime won a decisive battle against her quarterfinal opponent, Sai Hatake. After her dominating performance, Tsuki decided against watching the quarterfinal match between Sasuke Uchiha and Temari of Sunagakure, confident in the outcome. Instead, she went to visit her injured teammate Nori, where despite a rather hostile first few moments, the girls eventually made up, apologizing to one another for not thinking things through, if not the actions themselves.

Soon, though, it will be time for Tsuki’s semifinal match against Gaara of the Sand. As ever, she looks forward, anticipation mixed with a foreboding sense of dread….

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(Yeah yeah, I used the inferior header- both #42 and #43 are still alive on this slow ass board.)

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Shinobi Quest #43

This quest takes place within the lands of the Five Great Shinobi Nations (aka Narutoverse) starting roughly around the beginning of the original series. The world of this quest remains similar to the original, with slight but notable differences in certain areas, based upon the passage of time from a single slightly altered event.

(It’s a goddamn Naruto Quest, you bastards. Have fun, participate, and write in when you feel inclined. Most of the outcomes of this quest will be determined by you, the players. Critiques and questions are always welcome, as my knowledge of the weeby shit is not all encompassing.)

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Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Shinobi%20Quest

Last thread, Tsuki Norihime awoke in the hospital after her intense battle with Nori. After speaking with her father and Danzo, the three headed back to the arena, with Tsuki leaving to find Hinata. After finding her along with Sasuke and Itachi-sensei, Hinata left to begin her match- Tsuki decided to sit in-between the brothers Uchiha to watch.

Whilst Hinata put a great fight, in the end her opponent Gaara was simply too much for her; Itachi had to interfere in the match to stop Gaara from seriously injuring her, or worse. With Hinata’s forfeit, the tournament continues…..

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Another job well done.

You slam your pocket-flask down in front of the bartender. Instinctively, he grabs the steel container and takes it behind the counter.

"Want a drink, Princess?"
"No, (I'll take a shot, just make sure the maids don't see me drinking.)"

"Aye."

You are Jack Albator, protector of the fluffy tails, solver of all problems big and small, but also-
"Here you go, sir. Two scotch shots."

-Also a man of his word.
You take one of the small shots and shiftly hand it to Tuile. She turns toward the wall and quickly hits it.
It's almost adorable, and you can't help but smile.

"'Ey Lass." You smirk at her.
"Huh?" Tuile quietly hands the tiny glass back to you.

"Ye almost missed." You point to sheen of alcohol on her upper lip.
"Oh! Uh-"

Before she has time to respond; you swiftly move in. Your lips grasping hers in way that causes her body to solidify.
Of course, you don't want people spreading rumors. Quickly, you back away from Tuile.

Her puzzled face is more than enough of a reward for you.

"A-"
"So, what's on the agenda today, Princess?" You wink.

That last little jab was worth the light hit to the shoulder that she met it with.

"I WAS going to spend today with Charlotte in talks with the big battle we have planned at the end of the week; but I guess that's out the window."
"Battle?"
"Right, another practice-battle. We've been putting one off for a while because of the recent events, but it's due time to have another. This time we would have been fighting Bruschetta, but I guess that's probably not going to happen, now."

Behind her, slightly out of focus, you can see Yuuki carry Kayda away. Several guards escort them as they head upstairs.
Louise, one of Kayda's closest friends, tries to follow after her. One of the adults tells her to run along, and she does that.
Except she's running along toward you. In your direction.

Oh boy.

"Jaaack! Tuiiiile!" Louise stops just before you and Tuile.
"What is it sweetie?" Tuile smiles. She's way better with kids than you are.

"I don't really know what happened to Kayda, but I wanted to tell Charlotte. Can you come tell her with me?"

>Aye, we'll tell her all about it later. Right now we have princess n' hero stuff to talk 'bout. Serious stuff.
>Aye, we'll go right now and tell her.
>Err. I'm more curious where Yuuki is goin'. Where does she think she's goin'?
>'Ey, isn't there like, a maid on the loose or somethin'?
>Ah, that can wait.
>Look at Tuile's Tail.
>Other?

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Last time:

An explosion rocks the highway as your unit tumbles backward. Dmitri fires his chest mounted Vulcan into the elevation, shredding trees and stone as it roar’s from his chest, shell casings littering the ground. Another explosion bursts over the highway, this time with a blinding light. You shut your eyes as the cameras register nothing but painful white light. It begins to dissipate as a giant shadow looms through the cascade. You feel immense weight holding your mobile suit down, and as your eyes adjust, a glowing red orb fills your vision. You raise an arm to halt the downward swing of an activated heat hawk that is streaking straight for your cockpit. You can hear the servos grunting in the arm of your mobile suit as they straight against the downward force of the Zaku II on top of you. You try to fire your Vulcan, but it has been damaged in the previous explosion. You torque the controls, upending your Gundam on its side, throwing the Zaku from its position.

“Hostile danger-close at my position!” You shout over the radio, clenching your teeth. Your main weapon is nowhere to be found so you raise your shield and extend the locking teeth.

You swing your shield at the Zaku as it dodges away quickly, swinging its heat hawk. The dense shield absorbing the blow. You trade strikes with the Zaku for a minute, your comrades busy with the long range fire from the mountain.

You engage full power to the thrusters as you evade a downward chop and tackle the hostile mobile suit at full force, slamming it into the ground. The hostile Zaku slams its fist into one of your main cameras as you pull the coolant hoses from its head. The gush of coolant is enough of a distraction to raise your shield in the air and punch downward, piercing the body of the Zaku, immobilizing it.

You glance upward to see multiple craters in the mountainside that are streaming smoke. Bela is reloading her Bazooka and Dmitri is standing as cover atop the highway. A sudden jerking motion as you tumble backward startles you; the Zaku having kicked you off balance.

“Damn it!” you yell in the cockpit as you gather your senses. You stand up quickly, but the Zaku is already fleeing into the jungle on the mountainside. You scan the area, seeing various pieces of mobile suits strewn about the ground.


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>PURSUE
>Regroup
>Find cover