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Hello! And welcome back, once again, to Magical Girl For Hire Quest!
You are Miranda Styles, a relatively unscrupulous magical girl currently working for Silver Eye Solutions, a umbrella corporation for magical girl mercenaries such as yourself, located in scenic The Intersection, a dimensional nowhere and everywhere where you rest and get details for your next job.
Currently, you're on break- spending a week or two simply getting more friendly with workmates, Lorelei Vedder and Izumi Yayoi. Although you've known them for decades now, you've honestly never been exceedingly friendly with Izumi- and you've come to the conclusion that it's high time that changed. Izumi's taken up a side job as a librarian, and Lorelei, in an effort to bring all three of you closer together, has elected to cap off your downtime with a girl's night out. You're currently in the middle of a mall crawl thanks to her, and have been looking at a nice sporty ensemble that doesn't offend your sensibilities.
And then Lorelei had to go and try to be all nice and whatnot and want to buy it for you.
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You sigh. You really didn't want to argue the point with her, but you knew that she was probably going to make a big deal of it if you didn't sit down quickly. “Look, you really don't have the money to spend on this. I appreciate the thought, and I'll keep it in mind, but I'll pay for it myself.”
At first she just looks at you. For a second she makes expression as if she's about to give in…
… and then she turns around and beelines it for the counter. Before you can think of saying anything, your feet are already moving, and suddenly it's turned into a race.
You both twist and turn around various mannequins, racks of clothing far too tight for you (but Lorelei might enjoy) and various kids clothes- Lorelei vaults over a bent over shopper like it was old hat for her, and you're forced to do the same, adding to the man's shocked surprise. Unfortunately, she gets a bit of a lead on you when an oncoming shopping cart comes from out of nowhere and you’re forced to totter a bit to keep yourself stable as you nearly collide with it. A quick apology, and you’re back in pursuit.
You lost sight of her for a second, but you know where she’s headed- and you quickly see she’s already there and pointing to you rapidly. “Her! I’m paying for her dre-!”
“NO, YOU’RE NOT!” you loudly interrupt, and considering she’s about to fork over the motes, you do the only thing you can think of to break her concentration.
You tackle her. No, it’s probably not the smartest decision (or the most mature), but Lorelei needed a good thunk on the head every now and again anyway.
The rest for you is a scuffle and flurry of colors and clothes, but before you know it Lorelei’s slipped out of your grasp and quickly transmitted the motes over to the cashier, looking on in incredulity. “HA!” Lorelei crows. “Success!”
“Ugh…” you look down at yourself. Nothing seems to be torn or messed up...in fact, your new wear seems rather fine. Suppose if it held up to that, might be useful down the line… “Well, fine. But I owe you now, whether you like it or not.” She starts to say something, but you silence her with a hand. “No. No arguments.”
Lorelei closes her mouth, but she has a very warm smile in its place. “You’re sure, then? I’m gonna take you up on that later.”
“Positive.” You nod.
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“Excuse me?” Oh, Izumi’s just caught up. She seems rather nonplussed at all of this. “Uh...if you’re done?” She holds up a blue sundress she rather liked. “Let me buy this and we can go.”
“Right!” Lorelei notes. She’s still on the floor. “Next, I was thinking we hit the Festival Distinct and take in a couple of shows! There’s some good ones tonight! Or we could hit the fairgrounds!” She suddenly pulls a folded piece of paper from her back pocket. “Check it out! These were some of the ones that stuck out to me the most!”
Hm…
>Live! Legends of the Outer Worlds! - It seems to be a faux-documentary play, about some ridiculous places that are said to based on real worlds Outgoers have visited. Audience participation is encouraged.
>Dragon’s Den Tournament - A tournament not for fighting, as the name might make you think, but rather for...ping pong? Huh. You’ve never played, but they promise ‘spectacular plays, and incredible action never before seen on a ping pong table.’ Might be worth a laugh.
>Movie: Mirabelle Revelle’s Last Dance - ah, this is one of Lorelei’s favorite movie series, apparently. It’s about the ‘Dream Walker’ Mirabelle Revelle and how she solves mysteries by going into people’s dreams and psyche. You’d never bothered- it seemed a bit too sugary for you, but, hey. Expanded horizons and all. Who knows?
>There’s also an outdoor concert by a ‘Vega Starlight’. Stupid name, but according to Lorelei’s little note here she’s good. Might be worth checking out, despite having never really heard of her before yourself (or at least never paid attention).
>The Dawn’s Fair, the fair that never sleeps, is having a sort of competition where whoever gets the most tickets gets a major prize of various discounts across The Intersection and a ten large mote cash prize.
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>>There’s also an outdoor concert by a ‘Vega Starlight’.
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My New World!? Quest 2016-10-04 03:08:43 Post No.660132
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You are an escapist.
It's not like you're proud of it, but it's undeniable. The ways in which you distract yourself from reality are excessive. Your daily routine consists of playing video games, watching anime, and browsing forums and image boards on the internet, the order of which really depends on the day. You were always this way, to some extent, but after failing out of college you began to find yourself more desperate for an escape. Your parents didn't mind resuming to take care of you, although they urged you to find some sort of job. You have yet to do that. You've yet to do a lot of things. In your mind, it's better to deal with responsibilities and worries by ignoring them.
Your lethargy has only forced you to accumulate more stress, though. After many months without an attempt to pull yourself out of this rut, your parents have offered you an ultimatum: pay some sort of rent at the end of the month or leave. As easy as you think finding a job should be, your social anxiety always keeps you from seeking one out, and what interviews you've had have gone quite poorly. Your wonderful illusions are starting to fade as you consider your position...
Even so, it all means nothing right now. At least until morning, you don't have to worry about a thing.
You gulp down the last of a large cup of soda, it's saccharine sting arousing some mix of nausea and bliss in you. Your eyes feel somewhat the same, having glazed over after hours of fixation on the monitor in front of you. Displayed on the monitor is a music player overlapping a social media feed. Soft music plays from the speakers on your desk, and a portable gaming device is laid out in front of your keyboard. You've been playing an RPG on it, and it sits idly mid-battle, the game's battle music playing only slightly quieter than the music you're listening to. The dissonance created by the competing sounds bothers you too little to inspire you to mute either source.
It's 3:15AM.
Laying your head back against your chair, you look up with wide eyes and sigh deeply. The ceiling swims due to your strained vision.
"Fuck, it's getting late," you speak into your empty room. You've grown a tendency of talking to yourself, especially when you're stressed out. Another sigh leaves your lungs, your chest shrinking once more so that you find yourself staring at the monitor again. As you move to shut down your computer, you hesitate to look at your feed. It's drawn to a slow crawl in the late hours of the night, and nothing new appears when you refresh. As if to compliment this, the song that was playing finishes, looping back to the beginning of your playlist. The repetitive music of the RPG drones on. It all feels eerily static. You've lived this night so many times, now. A cold bead of sweat meets your brow.
"I've... got to stop doing this to myself, huh?"
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The whirring of a fan in your desktop stops and your monitor fades to black. You stand up, stretching your legs for a moment before flicking the switch on your wall to make the room dark. Fatigue finally hits you like a train.
You crawl into your bed reluctantly. Staying up any later is just going to make tomorrow more painful, but you still want to stay awake and keep yourself distracted nonetheless. As soon as you pull the covers over yourself and shut your eyes, a noise which you had tuned out catches your attention; you left the game on, and the music penetrates the silence quite blatantly. With an irritated sigh you force yourself out of bed and turn off the game. Realizing you hadn't saved for some time prior to that fight, your irritation grows. You tumble back into bed, now, looking up at the ceiling with a frown of discontent. Involuntarily you observe yourself chuckle, and the frown turns to a smile.
"Could you give me a break?" you say to the ceiling. Your inflexion is warm, as if you're speaking to a friend. Indeed, you and the ceiling have played this game for years. This isn't the first time you've asked a favor of it, and probably not the last time it'll let you down, you think.
Soon enough, you feel yourself falling asleep, and you...
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"Ahhn... ahh???" Pain. Tremendous pain. It's spilling all over your body. It's creeping down your spine. Pain. From where? Your vision is as cloudy as your mind. What the fuck is going on? You can't even focus because of the trauma, but eventually you sense two things: a color and an aroma. Crimson and copper. That's when you vomit so violently that you fall unconscious again.
You feel yourself lapse in and out of consciousness for the rest of the night, soft whispers meeting your ears, and a gentle touch caressing your body. Each time, as soon as you grow lucid enough to question your circumstances, you fade away once more.
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When you finally wake up, you're met with a sudden, splitting headache. Your memory of last night is hazy, but you can vividly recall that sickening feeling... You cover your mouth as you feel bile rush to your throat, but as a hoarse breath enters your nose, it subsides.
You're not lying in your bed. Instead, your sitting on what seems to be a wooden bench? But you're in an enclosed area, also wooden. It's rocking. Before you can attempt to decide upon exactly where you are, you realize just how clouded your mind has become. First things first -- who are you, again?
In this quest, simple decisions will be based on a vote. The majority vote after a period decided by how active a thread is determines the choice made. Things which test our protagonist's aptitude in any sense will require a roll. Highest roll within a traffic-based time period is used. Unless otherwise specified, rolls will use a d100.
>I'm _______, duh. roll 60 or higher Vote on a name. You're also welcome to offer ideas on character background.
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>I have no idea. roll below 40 Ouch.
The bench you're sitting on continues to shake. You're able to conclude at this point that you're sitting in some sort of carriage. You're seated at the right wall of a wagon; to your left past a bit of railing is a window. You can see a rough trail snaking behind the wagon as it moves, fading into a light fog. That's right... it feels cold, but the air is thick. You can see your breath, and as it billows from your mouth is seems to join the mist which covers the morning landscape. You are alone in this wagon, but you know there must be a driver seated out in front of it. There's a small trapdoor on the ceiling against the wall opposite the back window. Of course, the driver could wait. You can feel unfamiliar clothes on your skin, and there's a knapsack next to you on the bench.
>Examine self and inventory, maybe that will give me some clue as to how I got here.
>Go straight to driver, they're my best bet at finding out where the hell I am.
>Open up back window and jump. I don't know what's going on and I can't stand to deal with it.
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Anna.
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You're on the Circular Railroad, a fantastic train which has been gently curving to the right throughout its trajectory. You're standing in the middle of one of the train's wagons, and from here, you can see out the window that you're zooming through a quaint forest.
There doesn't seem to be anyone else in here. The gentle occasional rattling of the train against the tracks is your only company.
>Walk up to the next wagon.
>Turn around and go back to the previous wagon.
>Take a seat.
>Write in
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>Write in
Multi-rail drifting
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>Multi-rail drifting
Seconded
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Pokemon Island Adventure Quest #3 2016-10-04 23:05:04 Post No.662565
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Potential Rivals? Friends? Starter Pokemon Showdown
General rules:
There is a 10 minute voting period after each post. Non-contradictory votes will be combined as best as possible.
Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.
Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.
Combat mechanics are up in the air. Suggestions are welcome. I want to try to move it a bit away from just having video game mechanics of trading blows.
Call me out on a mistake and receive a suggestive picture.
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Keira best girl
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duh
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less waifus, more pokemon.
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>Hey, what's that thing?
>Should we make sure it's not some sort of trap?
>You know what happened last time...
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>Investigate
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Cast fireball at the thing
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>I could fireball the fuck out of that thing...
>You know, if I knew magic or something.
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AlternateQuest 2016-10-04 02:18:21 Post No.659850
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let's continue AlternateQuest
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Radioactive Eevee will save the day, I know it.
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>tfw been avoiding NQ's stuff for a few months so I can read up to the current point in a quick burst
Just wanted to up your poster count, based NQ.
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Shipgirl Commander XXIII 2016-10-04 01:59:20 Post No.659764
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She looks absolutely delighted – in a mischievous, sly, sort of way – at the very mention of her name.
‘Hm?’ Houshou’s blue eyes light up with an expectant glow, giggling lightly as she stands on her tip-toes, her lips barely an inch away from your own. She really could be more forward than you could afford to give, at times. She presses herself against you even more, taking your name as encouragement. ‘Yes, Commander?’
You think fast. The last thing that you wanted after just mending what little rapport you had with Iowa was for her to walk in on you and your Light Carrier engaged in debasing acts in a common, shared area. You’re not so sure if that kind of conduct would fly with the Admiral either; he had given you leeway – not permission to turn every single stool or bench into your own personal primal ritual site.
A name comes to your head. You don’t even have the time to paddle back on this thought as it leaves your lips as suddenly as it arrives.
‘Taigei, she – !’
Houshou immediately pulls herself back immediately.
‘Taigei?’ She utters, her mouth having apparently gone slack at the moment you mention her name. ‘How do you know Taigei?’
‘I had a meeting with her yesterday.’ You reply, straightening your collar.
Her vibrant visage is all but gone, replaced by
‘What did she say?’ She takes
‘She asked me to pass you a message.’
Houshou says nothing, waiting for you to say your piece. You’re not sure if you should go further, but considering that you’d brought it up in the first place… it would be idiotic of you to not say it now.
‘She said that she misses your…’ You struggle with the words a little, not quite sure how to put them into context. ‘Little get-togethers. That it’s not the same without you.’
Her expression tightens immediately; Houshou straightens her kimono, furrowing her brows in annoyance. You’d only seen her act akin to this once – when she and Nagato had confronted you about your previous dealings with the Grand Lieutenant… and her eyes, if nothing else, right now, say that this particular topic wasn’t one that you could just jump in on and tease about.
She thins her lips, nodding.
‘I see.’
>‘Did you two have a history or something?’ ([Pry] Roll a 1d6 each)
>Casual talk (Specify)
>Talk about work (Specify)
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>>Talk about work (ask if anyone in particular has asked to see us)
As much as I'd like to delve into Houshou and Taigei's past, I feel that there's a better time and place for that sort of conversation.
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>>‘Did you two have a history or something?’ ([Pry]
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>>‘Did you two have a history or something?’ ([Pry]
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Global Cannibalism 2 2016-10-03 23:28:09 Post No.659213
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You went to grab your assigned fillets of human flesh, and rushed up to Thirteen, who was sleeping on a mattress on the floor.
You carefully shook his shoulder, trying to wake him up.
He nudged your hand away. "...Just let me sleep" he muttered, annoyed.
"It's me, Blake." you clarified, as you ate the fillet. "It's important."
"...Blake?" he then said, and opened his eyes groggily.
"Graham has plans for us tomorrow." you said. "He wants us to go to the Hospital and get stuff."
"Holy fucking shit." he replied. That woke him up. "The fucking Hospital? Dude, when did he tell you this?"
"Just now." you replied. "I was going to negotiate with him for something instead of Juana's ovaries, and this came up."
"Christ." he then muttered.
"What's so bad about the Hospital?" you asked.
"Everyone wants stuff from the Hospital" he explained. "We're going to get some fucks right outside telling us to get stuff for them, or they'll kill us. Or some fucks trying to steal the stuff we've gotten when we try to leave the place. Or whatever other bullshit people feel like pulling off over there."
"And you've got the most weirdass Eaters in there too." he added. "The whole Hospital is a fucking party, you know?"
"We could try to trade with the Hospital mafia people." he said, after some silence. "But... Fuuuuuck their prices are high. We don't have anything really interesting or valuable to trade with them."
"Damn" you replied, as you finished eating your serving of human flesh.
"Thanks for telling me." Thirteen said. "I'll sleep on this. I hope we can figure out something good."
You nodded. "No problem, man."
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You woke up early in the morning. Graham apparently hadn't relayed the order yet, but Thirteen was awake as well, sitting in one of the Stadium's seats, alone. He had his elbows on his knees, his hands together in a fist, and his mouth rested on them, staring into the grass of the central field.
You went up to him, and asked about what he was thinking about, but he replied that he didn't know. He told you he thinking about was how to deal with the Hospital mafia, or avoid them, and get into the Hospital, but that so far, that angle seemed pretty fucked.
>Try to convince Graham to delay the mission, or at least, assign it to a different squad.
>Go check on Chugger, as per the task Graham had given you, because today was going to be a big day for her.
>Ask Graham for something you could use as trade for the Hospital mafia. Ask him to to help you help him.
>Propose to Thirteen to split from the Stadium and form a new gang somewhere else. You could leave on Graham's mission, but never actually return.
>Write in
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>>Propose to Thirteen to split from the Stadium and form a new gang somewhere else. You could leave on Graham's mission, but never actually return.
We'd need to find a way to bring Juana along with us. Can't be leaving her with Graham.
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>Go check on Chugger, as per the task Graham had given you, because today was going to be a big day for her.
As much as I'd like to split off we wouldn't last very long without if we don't have somewhere defensible to stay.
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What's up assholes, you miss me? Sorry for being dead for roughly a month, but I actually have a good excuse this time. My precious turbo toaster got fucked all at once by about three different viruses after something like half a decade with zero issues, on top of just about being on it's deathbed anyway, so I was a bit tied up for a while there. I'm really not one to try and cover my ass during times like these, but just this once, I believe it's marginally justified. At any rate, I'm back and better than ever with only about five years shaved off my lifespan thanks to all that, so let's hop right back in to where we left off last time on Brave New World.
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You waste no time in looting the man you callously wrecked so efficiently. Sadly, all he has on his person is his cloak, which you don with great pride, eager to show Miranda. If he has anything else, then it would be in his inventory and thus unobtainable without his consent, which you doubt you'd have even if he were conscious.
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>>658876
You consider taking your new friend hostage should any of his remaining crew try anything, but it would appear the area has been swiftly evacuated. All that leaves at the base floor of the tower is you two, that pesky wall you knocked away, and Miranda, who should be arriving shortly. How will you proceed?
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>>658892
>Back from the dead
Slap a few times to wake him up, and start the interrogation.
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Pokemon Civilization 20 - 2016-10-03 22:04:20 Post No.658914
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TECH -| Iron Ships - 6
TECH -| Light Steam Cruisers - 4
MILITARY -| Experiment, Artillery Ammo - 1
MILITARY -| Gatling Gun - 8
POLITICAL -| Talk to Kova and Slveria, Form Agreement - 1
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ESPIONAGE -| Spy, Feran - 1
ESPIONAGE -| Help Rebels - 4
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A current map of Root Island shows that Karovia is deep in civil war at this point- the people unhappy at the direction the king has been taking.
Continuing from last thread:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/606733/#p614027
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In Kova, Krištof and Mihael were still discussing history.
"Well, what happened?" Krištof asked impatiently as Mihael sipped some water.
"The Kingdom of Halzæ was actually quite prosperous at the start but... the ambitious never really quit."
"What do you mean by that?"
Mihael shook his head. "The kingdom had been going along peacefully for about 100 years until the third king, King Porcius, decided he wanted to bring back the empire. A foolish thing to do when it was struck down by the gods."
"So what happened?"
"Some say the king was assassinated, others say he was killed in divine anger- no matter what though, the king died mysteriously one night before his grand campaign was to start. This threw everything asunder- his only heir was his daughter Lucilla and the people weren't ready to accept a female as ruler. Back then, female's could do everything but rule a kingdom or an empire. It was rather hilarious actually- there have been stories of female warriors and generals outdoing their own kings... I digress however."
"So I take it the people rebelled and the military took over?"
"They would've, if it hadn't been for the nobles who also wanted the throne. Massive strife was caused and within a decade of war, Halzæ was no more and is now but a bunch of petty kingdoms. Today, Lucilla's descendants still live actually and still have proper lineage to the throne but no one would dare let them."
"Why is that- why not let them rule?" Krištof asked.
"Oh no, that would cause upheaval unseen of these days."
Mihael took another sip of water.
"Her and her descendants have always been, ethereal- Ghost-types. She was a Haunter when she moved on. Her descendants today of the Lucille family live here in Kova and in Slveria."
"Wow. That's quite a lot to take in."
"Be happy I didn't go into more detail about the conflicts before the end or the gruesome battles Rumenia and Halzæ waged before the end."
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>Oh shit, warn the albrinns about demons and how to combat them along with Yveltal. Tell them to spread this info. We cant allow this to spread.
They know, it just isn't public. Help can be sent however.
>Any continuing political talks?
Crokal and the Haven nations
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Something I wish to share- I've been thinking about how far we've come but on the flip-side how complicated it's gotten to keep going. I'd like to hear some feedback from you all. I set up a poll and if you wish to comment feel free- lurkers as well, I'd like to hear from those who only have been watching.
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send some priests from our holy order over
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to expand on the stawpoll, i wouldnt rather switch to the new system immediately or next thread. but yeah, i wouldnt mind restarting
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You've completed one goal!
Sort of. Maybe.
You can probably check it off thelist, anyway. Halfway.
You've arranged- or are in the middle of arranging, really- a new spear for yourself. Two new spears. One fancy, magical, and probably all sorts of sparkly and whatnot- And the other the sledgehammer equivalent of a spear, something large and atrociously heavy and fireproof.
Maybe you should skip the point and go for a battering ram.
Did battering rams have points?
You think so, but they're not really modern- Or they are now, bit that's kind of moot and really-
"Lass?"
"Hmm?"
"Ya kinda started muttering to yourself and staring into space."
"Ah."
You scratch your head and shrug.
"I accept, yes."
"You accept?"
"The metal silk for a spear. I think I might be able to work the red metal. Or whatever alloy I need to. I am very fireproof."
"My gloves are very fireproof, but that doesn't really cut it."
"I can make magma, yes."
"That'd probably cut it."
That has to be at least three-quarters of a check mark, now.
>Check the market! Spears wait for noone.
>You're still meaning to visit the temples.
>Seeing someone about the sickle is important.
>Other(?)
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Good Afternoon, and welcome to a quest about a young woman who dies and wakes up with a great deal more limbs than she had before.
We've recently had a small recap, though it skims a lot of events in favor of brevity.
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>Check the market! Spears wait for noone
First live thread from the beginning!
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You are Cado, an avacado farmer. For the most part, your day has been great, and to think, it all started with a squishy mammal trying to kill you with an avacado. Needless to say, you killed that mammal. You sent it in to be prepared by your lovely wife. And just this afternoon you received an unexpected visit from the kobold hero, Kaknak. You invited him to dinner and now you all sit around the table, being content is having consumed a few pounds of meat each.
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suplex kaknak
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If you wanna talk about the difference between a friar and a shou lin monk https://discord.gg/f5tJX
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"Well, I had no idea I was so popular to you country folk." Kaknak does not seem aware that you are attempting to suplex him.
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You arrive at your post, unlocking the door to the wooden booth with a sharp CLICK and then nudging the door open with your shoulder, carefully avoiding scratching your shiny, starched uniform. Walking inside, you pull up your chair and light the lantern at your side before sticking it in the slightly-bent lamp-post on your right. Stretching yourself out, you sit down and draw the Dungeon Customs Handbook out of your pocket and flip around to your dog-eared pages to review the basics.
This was your first day working Customs at the border to the Dungeon after all, while it wasn't the most popular job and it tended to be a little frustrating at times, you needed to bring in enough money to keep yourself and Emily alive. Well, that and the fact that treating her Devil’s Blood was rather…. expensive. You could have just joined the farmers in the fields, or learned a craft and got an apprenticeship somewhere but you couldn’t just leave her at home alone.
Pulling the cap off your head and examining the fancy eagle and shield insignia on it, you nod confidently and smile. Yeah, this was the right choice. Close enough to home that you could take care of Emily when her symptoms flared up again, and fine pay.
Slapping the hat back on your noggin, you stare at the sign in front of your booth, lodged in the road like an ancient wooden monolith. In bold red paint, faded over the years but still defiant and commanding, a series of runes written in Monster and English letters that spelled out that skipping this particular roadblock would get you killed faster than most places around Comfia. The massive enchanted stone eagles mounted above the booth would make sure of that, no doubt about it. All you had to do was look at someone funny, and they’d be torn to pieces in seconds, though you’d hate to try it out. The instructors back at the academy had said the mess was always quite frustrating to deal with afterwards.
Looking at your fancy nametag, you check the double-printed ID with English and Monster with pride, you’d graduated top of your class at the academy. Having your parents killed and your little sister cursed by demonic bandits tends to inspire that kind of performance in a man.
You decide to clear your mind for a bit, opting to study the Handbook a few more times to kill some time, and before long you hear the stamping of an equestrian animal and a few accompanying humanoids from the Comfian Kingdom side.
As the column makes its way lazily to the fore, you make out around three heavily armored men and women surrounding the supply-laden pack-mule while two dark-robed and one white-robed shapes flank them on each side. Standard party composition and supplies...a veteran party, you guess since they managed to get the formations and all that right. They make a stop right before your booth, the head warrior raising a fist upwards to signify the pause.
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A helmeted, scarred man with a little white in his hair and a shiny set of armor to go along with it walks slowly up to your booth as if sizing you up. As he comes closer and into the light, you see that despite his party and obvious experience, the man is clearly not well-versed in bureaucratic works based on him fumbling and mumbling with a satchel he removes from one of his bags.
Walking up, the man gives you an embarrassed look, before leaving his satchel on the desk and offering a gauntleted handshake. You take it, noting the clear strength often attributed to the more melee-oriented adventurers as he nods and smiles.
“Arthur Steelsplitter. I lead the Steelshatter Band, that lazy bunch of children over there.” He points and turns to his group to give them a good-natured middle finger, a gesture quickly repeated by his fellows.
You return his smile confidently before going into full wage serf mode. “Dick Strong, Customs PFC. I’ll try to help you out since you’re obviously a little new to the system. Do you happen to have a form in there that has the words, “Approved” On it?”
He rummages around in his little satchel before he finally finds it, and as he hands it to you, you nod and proceed to skim through the dates and details on it.
“Where you headed, Arthur? Off to do some exploring and fighting in the Crypts?” you ask him as you proceed to grab your stamp and plant it alongside the APPROVED signature at the bottom of the paper.
“Yeah, we took a job to go smash up some bone walkers and clear a floor or two, if we’re lucky we might just bag ourselves a vampire or something.”
“Good, good.” You drone out slowly as you return his papers to him. As you prepare to send him off, you notice something about what he just said and a light clicks on in your head.
“A floor or two? Brought some amps with you?” you inquire as Arthur’s face goes pale and he starts to pace around a little.
“W-well it’s just that, the client wants the place cleaned out so fast, we might not have enough time to do the job clean!” he stammers out, caught between a rock and a hard place.
You give him a stern look before laying backwards on your chair with a sigh. While against regulations it wasn’t a particularly egregious offence, but letting something slip on your first night doesn’t really sit well with you.
>Confiscate his Amps, write him up for an appointment with the local court
>Compromise; keep his Amps but let him pass without an incident
>Let him slip through with his Amps, you can let this one go
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>Compromise; keep his Amps but let him pass without an incident
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You don’t really need to write him up, the man barely understands how things work here as it stands, and really, it’s probably for his own good that you take the Amps away. They’ve been known to do strange things to repeat users, and most known cases are adventurers that’ve bitten a little too much than they can reasonably chew on a job.
“Alright, Arthur, here’s how this is going to work. I’ll have to confiscate the Amps, they’re against regulations. I won’t write you up or anything, so just consider this a warning and remember to check the laws more frequently.”
Arthur doesn’t look too pleased, but even still, he recognizes the break you’re giving him and he fetches the illegal potions and leaves them with you, where you place them in the storage locker for processing. Your job done, you nod at the column and give them the thumbs-up as they trudge past.
“You did good there, kid.” A mysterious, gravelly voice offers from somewhere above you, spooking you enough to leap out of your seat. Seconds later, the owner of the voice shows up as it leaps in front of the booth with a ground-shaking wave. “The Customs Officer understands the fine line between being too uptight, and too loose.”
A particularly large Stone Eagle is standing before you, a glint of nostalgia and curiosity in its eyes. Come to think about it, you don’t exactly remember this one perched anywhere nearby.
“Who are you, exactly?” you ask with a neutral tone though inside you’re not quite so calm.
“Moby, I’m in charge of maintaining this little booth of ours. But we can talk about this later, I think I see some more work on the horizon.”
He indicates with a stray wing at the road, where you see another column, this time one filled with Dwarves.
Oh, fuck this.
The next hour or so devolves into nothing more than a shouting contest by the various Dwarves with you sitting in front of them calmly repeating procedure and laws by the dozen. The pretentious cunts think that the OLD LAWS still apply, like seriously these guys were in charge so long ago they didn’t even record it properly and they want to act high and mighty.
Eventually one Dwarf becomes so infuriated that it nearly becomes berserk, resulting in the short bastard walking up to you and slapping you in the face. Despite being nothing more than another statement in contempt, that slap pushes you against the wall and you feel a rather serious bruise. Lucky for you, however, because that constitutes assaulting an officer. The other Dwarves realize this fact too, and start to slowly back away as the berserk Dwarf insists on continuing to taunt you.
>Unleash the Eagles on him
>Arrest him, have Moby deal with him
>Stare him down, but don’t punish him
>First Quest if it's shit lemme know
>I will post a segment and leave voting open for 8-10 minutes, then post the choice chosen by majority vote.
>Hope you guys have fun.
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You are enshrouded in darkness, it's comforting almost. Most of your life has been darkness, only coming to conscienceness when your captors wanted. You remember the rush of water filling your lungs, the sting of needles, probes, and you'll never forget the countless beatings you'd taken while they took notes and encouraged more brutality before slipping you back into your comatose state that you know better than actual life. You also remember why they feared you, a sort of power you had, an enigma to science and medicine alike. The ability to travel distances in the blink of an eye, you'd have used it to escape much earlier if they hadn't made sure you were in so much pain you couldn't concentrate on where to go.
But you're awake now, the flashing red lights hurt your squinted eyes. You sit up slowly but feeling no aches or pains from the last beating you remember before going under, decide it's safe to hop off the metal cot you had been occupying and take a look around your plain white room. The door to your room hisses as it swings open slowly and a female with dark brown hair and horn rimmed glasses steps in. She's dressed as a doctor and is holding a hypodermic needle filled with a pale yellow liquid.
>Who are you?
>What is that?
>Get the hell out of my way.
>What is going on?
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>Get the hell out of my way.
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What is that?
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Keep the choices interesting.
Vote for race first, majority wins.
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Giants
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Celestials
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