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Hello, dear friends, and welcome. Today, we are doing something we've all done many times before, and that is selecting a race and a place of a civilization. This time, however, it will be different. This time we will find ourselves fitting into a world as partners, not gods or demons, but as civilized races. We will not be learning how to forge bronze for the thousandth time, nor fighting for survival in the frozen tundra. No, this shall be a game of armies and cities, not camp-fires and unburied corpses.

Without further ado, and with the above in mind, pick our race. (No Insects, Demons, Angels, Etc.. We are to be civilized partners in a world, not abberant monstrosities or celestial beings. Golems are fine, machines are not, for example.)

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Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkworld creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.

They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.

For many years, Dark Gate Academy has held back the forces of the Darkworld, kept this unspeakable evil contained within their walls. But a dark cloud approaches, and times are about to change. A new chapter in the tale of Dark Gate Academy is about to begin.

>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
Akio returned to the school, and you faced off with a demon named Yami.

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Continued from last thread. >>649367

You cash out, but before you can leave, the dealer - a crooked leaning man in a cone cap, leans over you and says "Hey, this guy wants a chance to win his money back. You box?"

You don't remember winning any money from anyone but the dealer, but orcs have three thousand metaphors for fighting, so you accept the challenge.

The center stage is cleared to form an octagon. The rules are simple, as explained by the dealer, you box, you don't fall off the stage, or you lose. The goblin girls kiss your cheeks for luck as you ascend the stage feeling like you don't need it. "Let's hear it for Bel-Samu!" Yells the dealer. Fuck. He just called you Samu, your baby name from when you were a ruk. You can see the orc female laughing. The goblin girls clap and cheer your name as the other patrons remain silent in their drinks.

The opponent enters. "And our reigning champion, PULLLLVVEEEEEERRRRIIIIIZZZZEEEEERRRR!" The Pulverizer is a wiry, tall fellow with curly hair, and enters to the applause of most of the hookers. You laugh. Your skinned cock weakens you immensely, but this is going to be easy. The gong is struck.

You charge your opponent using the length of your left arm to smack away his defenses and land crushing blows with your right. But this guy... His fists are like cinderblocks and his skin obsidian. Suddenly you see it in his eyes. Flecks of gray. He is half troll. Troll on the maternal side more specifically, the strength is in the mitochondria.

The Pulverizer counters methodically, striking your elbow, hitting the nerve by the inner bicep, he pushes you back. You respond to the new threat angrily, temporarily raising your strength. You launch a flurry of blows, most of which are deflected, but one right cross cracks the half-troll square in the right shoulder. His arm hangs limp. Now is your chance! You rush in for the kill, only to be greeted by a furious counter, one, two, and the right - apparently fine- blows through the gap in your defense and cracks you on the floating rib. You taste blood. The next blow knocks the wind out of you, but you grasp your opponent by the arm and drag him back with you, off the stage.
"A tie! Wonderful. Most of the time people die before falling off, it makes it harder to collect. Speaking of which, if you lost I was going to make you pay the three hundred cash you owe for drinks and services. But since you tied, you can go ahead and tell Mu-Basa to add it to his debt. Compared to that this is small change. Tell him the interest accrues. And payment will be due by the next moon."

Mu-Basa was apparently in debt to this guy. But he's dead. Ha! Put it on a dead man's tab. You hastily make your exit, double checking all your pockets for their contents as you leave. You fumble drunkenly in the dark, find yourself in an alleyway, find yourself pissing in an alleyway, find yourself passed out in an alleyway with your dick out.

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In the beginning there was only dark.

A vast uncaring cold that encompassed all existence with immeasurable forces ripping at each other clashing in an endless swirl of silent destruction and creation. It was in this time that the light was formed, a conflegration that shocked the endless black but in truth was of little consequence. Again and again new forces of light formed and twisted banding together to fend of the shadow with their newfound power. Many forces shifted and changed in this new existence one filled with glimmering battlefields of light scattered across the expansive void.

In this time all forces were still without will, the light was am immutable counter to the dark and thus the forces of light made war upon each other, most changed themselves into new forms of stone and storm and clashed anew in their land of light. Those vanquished were cast out into the dark and drifted all but dead in the gray half lighted places. but in time the conflicts began to settle and a certain order began to take shape.

In this time something wholly new arose from that order, life formed in the lighted lands and with it Will. These fleeting sparks had the ability to change and shift the order that surrounded them and in time reached out to those primal forces and changed them as well. The primal forces that had once torn at each other so viciously now turned on each other once again, but this time in a far more gentile manner. They turned the mortals against each other and in so doing increased their own power and gained through them access to the power of Will.

The primal forces knew little of the true extent of Will and in such were caught off guard when the mortals reached out to the vanquished half dead outcasts drifting around the lands of light. These less settled forces now imbued with Will had little care for the order that had risen in their absence and twisted the mortals who served them and even the very land they claimed in horrendous ways and threatened to send everything back into the days of destruction and chaos.

The conflict settled into a grueling stalemate, a war of attrition. Slow and ponderous that even the farthest of foresight could see no end to it. In this time the Thirteen convened in secret, they had trained their Wills as many mortals had to survive and chose to reach out like those who had to awaken the outcasts. With the primal forces focused inward they hoped to find a primal force untainted by Will to shatter this stalemate for good or ill.

What they found however was something none among the mortals had considered and the primal forces had long forgotten. After years of reaching out they brushed against the cold uncaring blackness and they beseeched it with every fiber of their being to permit them to serve it and offer their Will to it.

>Write in what they asked of the Endless Shadow
>Roll 1d100 best of the first thirteen
Low threshold = Dead Acolyte
High threshold = bonus Will score

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Wandering In Tall Grass Without Pokemon

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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A man sits with a child amid the orchids of the green courtyard, the man's silver-streaked hair blowing in the same wind whistling between the many monks sparring. Stories are spoken and lost freely in the wind, as the boy- weighed with silence- continues to look rather than listen.

Which was just fine with the old monk.

"A monk's life is one of peace, Amon. Life is to always be preserved or created. A monk will never attack another; A monk will never kill," Myatsuu recites, his eyes still closed in meditation. A weary smile on his face.
"But, what would it mean to allow oneself to be killed? A life is allowed to be taken, and are not all lives sacred? These are our questions. It is fitting our answer is one of repentance. A monk trains, prays, and strives a lifetime to cleanse his own soul for the duty he undertakes. He pay honor to the lives he may eventually claim. To kill one other is to kill the self."

The older man laughs, shaking his head.
"All of those lives...do not fear death as I have, Amon. Where you go, the souls of those closest to you will always follow.""

The wind whistles as the man continues to meditate, watching over the combatitive grounds. The boy continues to gaze into space, as if staring would recover those stories not already lost.
~silence~
"Where are my family, Myatsuu?" the boy suddenly asks.
"Are...Did...they-"

Myatsuu opens his eyes and looks at you for a few minutes before he gives you a small smile.

"You will always find your family here, Amon.
You will always have us to count on."


"Amon! Where did you go?"

The man looks the boy in the eyes, and helps him to his feet.

"Hey, I think I found him! Quick, Rin, take a look at this!"

"I will always be with you. If not here," he motions around to the Temple.

"Is he meditating or something?"

He points to your heart,"then in here."

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>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Bladebound%20Retainer%20Quest
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[STATS]
>Combat: +++
>Social: +
>Knowledge: ++

[Abilities/Traits/Perks]
>Indomitable, Rank 1: Ignore the penalties imposed by Blood Loss. Does not negate health loss.
>Atelier of Death: Craft your own Bombs and Poisons
>Nimble Fingers: +30 to non-attack actions involving your hands (lockpicking, pickpocketing, etc.).
>Specter’s Dream: A technique to allow one to rest while remaining aware of one’s surroundings. (4/8/12 hour intervals each with their own bonuses)
>Knowledge: Nobility (Aderaveth): Take a flat 50 to Knowledge rolls concerning this subject.
>Knowledge: Underworld (Aderaveth): Take a flat 50 to Knowledge rolls concerning this subject.

>The Regent

It is a world of ash and fire.

You stand upon the scorched earth, the soft glow of molten stone visible through cracks in the dirt. In the distance, the Wrehlzwth Mountains stir, hellfire and smoke belching from wide gouges in the earth. Old Allant rumbles, the inert volcano active for the first time in hundreds of years. Along the cracks, geysers of magma blast liquid fire into the darkened sky.

The clothes you wear, fine silks and leathers, should be little more than cinders, not to speak of the flesh of your body withering under the heat. Yet for every step you take, all that you can feel at the soles of your feet is pulsating warmth, not unlike the beating of a heart. Nothing grows here, no scrap of green or gold, a barren wasteland cleansed of all life. The hot gravel underneath you churns with every step taken.

Your steps take you to the base of the mountain, as ash falls like the snows of winter. Fine little particles dust the golden points of the Vethic Crown, black pigments that come to gently rest on your person. They do nothing but stain the white that your beard has become, adding more years to your fifty three seasons. Time has not been kind to you as it has been to Alistair or Kieran. At least they could ride with their men into battle wheras your son had long taken your place.

Even before the burning fever laid you low upon the bed, the weight of your years feels heavier than it should be. Inexplicable joint ache had set into your bones, flares of pain that the healers said should not have appeared until you at least passed sixty five. And your hair, once the firm and radiant goldspun yellow of the Crowmonds, bleached away to fragile and dull stocks of white.

“The Old Emperor” they called you. Your hearing had not gone with your appearance, and you could hear the concerned whispers about your health, and whether or not Emeron was ready to take the throne. You always hated that, for planting the seeds of loathing in your heart towards your firstborn child. No matter your appearance and aches, you are not about to die just yet.

(cont.)

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Welcome to You Awake in Westeros Quest – Trick Edition.

In this quest we follow the Anons, a group of 4channers reincarnated across the realms of Planetos, as they try to survive and thrive in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

Last thread, Mira failed to reverse the assassination of Joffrey Baratheon, Mannis successfully halted the assassination attempt on Melisandre, and Velo successfully made port in the Free City of Volantis.

Now, he accompanies the red priestess Kinvara as she informs him of his 'destiny'.


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This, is a world of wonder. A world of heroes and Villains and everything in between, were the lines of imagination and reality have mingled and become one.

We have achieved technological marvels beyond the imagining of previous generations in just two. All because of a miraculous substances know as Ultra, or the blood of gods. It came into our lives from the invasion of the warmongering Alliance of the Rek'a'dari and Mikal races, the first contact our little blue earth had with the stars beyond. That was but a short Seventy years ago, where we as a race teetered on the edge of extinction or enslavement. Or so it seemed, until we discovered on complete and total accident that their main power source, the substance the would become ultra, made us as gods when exposed. The powers it grants as you know, are based on purity, how it came into contact with the infectees body, and the newly reborn Ultras' personality.

What seemed like a hopeless war ended in our victory in just two years, as heroes emerged for the first time and with their bravery, compassion and honor convinced the Aliens' champion, the cross breed known as the Hybrid to fight for earth against his own two races.

And ever since then, Ultra has been vital to our lives and culture. Heroes and Villains pop up and gain fans, their exploits recorded in Comicbooks that have replaced newspapers in most modern parts of the world. Fan clubs, merchandise, group events, ride alongs, reality tv shows, You name it. Nullifiers designed to shut of powers gained from minor ultra exposure are sold at most Ultra Stations.

What was once just idle fantasy has become mundane. Superheroing is a hobby or job if you become good enough at it. The damages wrought in the battles between good and evil, order and chaos are repaired via the Masks and Caps bill of 2035.

Electricity is a thing of the past. as is gasoline, except for a few eccentric collectors ,history buffs, and conspiracy theorists who enjoy collection and using old tech, or just to minimize their risk of being exposed to the wonder chemical.

The world has changed for the better due to ultra, Society has evolved with it. We wouldn't be were we were today without it. Sure it might have made the random psycho or crazy several times more dangerous, but with Nullifiers and Groups of super heroes *Government sponsored or not* protect us from these new dangers.

The shining Beacon of The Golden Guard is known through the world, as it is the first sponsored group, and the ideal even the unofficial, unaligned hero strives to reach. It is head By the Hybrid as you know, and only recruits the greatest of the great.

It is rumored they're battling the supposed "Cabal of the stars" a organization only spoken about by not jobs and freaks, said to be a collection of the most ambitious villains in the world.

But you should worry about them just yet.

So, tell me? are you ready to begin?
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cont

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Shinobi Quest #42

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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Last thread, the Final Round of the Chunin exams finally began in earnest, beginning with Hinata’s match against Rock Lee. Utilizing deception and sneaky tactics, she was able to overcome Guy’s pupil, and move on to the next round.

The next bout was more personal- Tsuki chose to stick her plan, making both a glorious entrance and proclaiming publicly the purchase of Ichiraku’s Ramen. Backing off at the last second, however, she chose to declare her terms privately, which resulted in a reaction from Nori that she didn’t expect.

With the fight underway, Nori quickly put Tsuki on the back foot, either dodging or tanking Tsuki’s attacks with little effect. Thankfully, Tsuki was able to avoid her powerful strikes as well, leading to an effective stalemate until Tsuki started using her stellar abilities. By utilizing shadow clones and illusions, Tsuki was able to hide while making vast amounts of Stellar Phoenix Flowers, eventually overwhelming Nori with them. However, the perceived danger was enough to tap into whatever was living inside Nori- showing it’s face to Tsuki for the second time.

In this bestial state, Nori was much more dangerous- and as such, Tsuki activated Afterglow to compensate. With her methods of attack limited and her Chakra quickly depleting, Tsuki decided to make one all out attack with Shooting Star, hoping to overwhelm her friend’s defenses. With the benefits provided by Afterglow, Tsuki was able to charge up her most powerful Shooting Star- and maneuver in such a way to cause a direct hit. However, this expended most of her Chakra; Tsuki remained conscious just long enough to be declared victor, and give a rousing final advert for Ichiraku’s.

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Welcome to Not so Glorious Quest!

This is a drawquest and an anything-can-happen wacky adventure, where (you) the player(s), will dictate the actions and decisions of our young 16 years old girl protagonist “Ilin”, in a medieval fantasy-esque setting. Her main objective is to become GLORIOUS! How do you achieve gloriousness? Well, we’re going to find out!

Illin will do anything you guys say. But her chances of success will depend on how well you describe her actions, if they make (some) sense and if she doesn’t suck at it. Have fun!

Disclaimer: My English sucks, mature themes could appear and this will get even dumber.

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Last time our heroes finally arrived to Pasiturnia (Tinco’s Hometown); we had a weird time participating (and losing) this town’s beauty contest, after that you celebrated your birthday with your friends only to find out 2 of them where going to leave without you! At least they gave you a house to live with your more important friends Emily and Shimilia. They promise you too a good education and a tutor, who happened to be Tinco’s sister “Joane”, a bossy smart-ass teacher. She decided to scold Shimilia with some good old spanking because of Shimi’s bad behavior. You ended paying her back with her same medicine and Joane left crying!

Now, you’re at home without knowing anyone in this town and the only person willing to help you went away! What are you going to do now?

Well, let’s found out!

(Sorry for the delay!)

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>Welcome to all. First-timer here.
>Anyone up for a Harvest Moon-inspired quest? If you've played Rune Factory, Stardew Valley, big papa Harvest Moon, or even Minecraft, you’ll pick up on this quest quickly. Expect slice-of-life with romance, action, farming, and crafting. Let's have fun.

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The bus doors open with a soft wheeze and you step out. You exchange a short wave with the auto-driver and, then, just like that the bus doors softly close. The engine rumbles and the bus is gone: down, down along the highway, leaving you alone.
Welcome to Sunnyvale.
The valley is a green, green world. Life in all its forms fills your senses, and you are amazed by the sense of energy and life throughout. Yet, there's a certain serene stillness in the air that gives you pause. Where the bus had climbed mountains for the past hour and a half that were rough and rocky, harsh and desolate - they have given way to a cozy, green, verdant valley. Treetops in the distance sway in a gentle breeze. Birds sing. The sun shines brightly overhead, melting the few snow patches that remain from the vestiges of winter.
There's an over-sized wooden sign that's pointing south. You read "Sunnyvale" in faded, chipped green paint. “Five miles,” it says, and your thoughts go back to humping the trail back in boot camp. “Easiest five miles I’ll have done in a while.” And that’s the truth.
You exhale a soft sigh, take a deep breath of cool mountain air, and realign your overstuffed backpack on your shoulder. It’s time to walk to your new future.
You've got clothes packed up, a phone (probably without reception), some meager savings, and a few mementos of your time in service. That's it. Or, on second thought, you also have that crumpled old letter in your back pocket. You dig it out. Your fingers trace familiar, worn creases and bumps. Stuffing it away and pulling it out recently, you’ve practically worn holes into the paper. And in such a short time – seems like yesterday you just got back stateside. You note that the corner of the letter is damp and, of course, your name is smudged to the point of being illegible. Reading the title words “On Your Inheritance,” on the page brings a sad, dry taste to the back of your mouth.

Dear --- ...

>Some short Char Gen:
>What is your name?
>What is your gender?
>First suggestion, from each of those two prompts, to be “Seconded” three times wins. Runner-up name can be used as surname if it’s sensible.

>I reserve QM fiat in any cases of grave stupidity, but I trust you guys

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A monk walks along the great road, intent on mentoring one of the fabled heroes that pepper the ruins of a once powerful empire. But of course, he can do nothing, without a name.
>What shall this monk's name be?

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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 just trained a time stopping sniper (Tiny Dio/ Luc) before insulting his father into a fight, during that fight you tuanted one of the most powerful men in Munis with the dead wife he had to kill in battle. So he snapped. Good times, now you're legging it while your boss handles his pupil.

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[CONTINUED LEX FIGHT HYPE]

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game here: >>>/pol/91033514