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>>1713145
Miellewds-guy here.

>>1713145
Here

>>1713262
>>1713213

Do you want to see a flashback from the talk between Zoe and Lyann, or are you fine with just knowing it happened?

Should we start with Eldric petting Zoe awake and then taking her home, before doing some more work instead?

>>1719561
Using your fibre-rich shit to create a pickaxe in order to create a tunnel out.

>>1719561
Examine the chain, also check our clothes if these are our original clothes.

Let's see how much length is in the chain and how tight the cuff is.

>>1719561
The chain is rusty. Grab two of its links (preferably two that have a position on the chain really close to your arm) and start grinding them against each other. In time, the links will erode away. Once this happens, coil the entire chain into a pile so that the break in the chain is obscured. Then, wait for an opportunity to make a run for it. Since you broke the chain near your arm, you'll only have to drag a few links with you, rather than the entire chain.

>>1718848
Let's return to Charley. I'm in the mood for some shadowrunning.

>>1718848
I wanna see Charlie

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>>1718878
>>1718900
Alright, you are Charles "Charley" Chambers and you yesterday you witnessed a truly grotesque abomination in the bowels of the factory you're a security guard of.

Now you're sitting on the computer, having done some research into what that mass of flesh and metal might be, and most recently have decided to look for other job opportunities in case whatever you've seen destroys your current work place.

>If you want a short retell in pictures, tell me

>otherwise, what do you want to do?

>>1723173
Troglodyte master race

>>1723194
This is an easy one to make a premise for. Primitive Trog Tribe emerges, either in a crevice in the Underdark, or in a small surface cave. The tribe sets about raiding, looting, and swelling into a mighty Warband. Battles with local forces for dominion, with the Chieftain, constantly battling with challenges to maintain dominance.

Could be good fun for a low-fantasy, hard-mode civilization, trying to survive harsh conditions while being attacked on all sides.

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>>1723194

Voting for Cyclops. Something about Cyclopean architecture gets me going. Bonus points for sneaking Lovecraftian elements into Cyclops's origin...

>>1721560
>>I suppose we can help.

>>1721560
>>I need more information.

>>1721560
>>I suppose we can help.

https://pastebin.com/wYH4U549

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>Let's go, fellas.

http://the-power-armor-cyoa.wikia.com/wiki/Blitzpferd

Amano, reporting for duty!

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Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/UMefdmXg

Current Arc: Training for the Saiyans.

Notice
This QM promises to try and keep a consistent and fair play schedule so that everyone may suffer at the same time.

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After leaving the Otherworld Market wit ha substantial amount of Zenni you all followed up on Raijin's gracious offer and chowed down on some delicious burgers, the place somehow finding room for your giant thunder god friend. It came as a surprise to the others when you revealed that this was your first ever burger, and that soon got a conversation that let everyone reveal a bit more about themselves. You want to ask Krillin and Chiaotzu why they both lack noses, but that feels like a conversation for another day. Instead you learn about all of their previous adventures, the biggest surprise is the fact that both of them died before.

"Buh how'd you comb bag?" You ask through a mouth full of delicious burger.

"Dragon Balls." Krillin answers, digging into his own burger. "Seriously, if we didn't have those things I bet we'd have a hell of a lot tougher time right now."

"Language." You frown, causing Krillin to choke on his burger.

"Actually," Chiaotzu cuts in, patting Krillin on the back. "I've been thinking about it, why don't we just use the Dragon Balls to wish the Saiyans into a sun or explode or something?"

"Wouldn't work," Raijin says, licking his lips as he happily devours one of his thirteen burgers. Geez. "Dragon's only as strong as the one controlling it, and Kami isn't strong enough to handle the Saiyans."

"But he's strong enough to bring people back from the dead?" You ask.

Raijin is silent, frowning at the question. "...it's complicated."

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>>1715706
You wanna' ask some more questions, but a commotion near the front of the store grabs your attention. There looks to be a crowd of people gathering around, with lots of camera flashes going off. "Huh, wonder what's going on over there?" You ponder out loud. You get your answer pretty soon.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Champ is here!" A man in a brown and white gi smirks in the middle of the crowd of people, all of them trying to either get his autograph or snag a picture. You notice he's wearing a white cape too, and suddenly wish you had one as well. The man runs his fingers through his large afro, eventually winking and pointing some finger guns at one of the lady reporters and causing her to faint. Such power. "That's right, winner of twenty martial arts tournaments and certified black belt in every single form of physical combat known to man, Mister Satan is in the house!"

"Mister Satan could we have a word please?"
"Mister Satan is it true you believe you'll be taking the Tenkaichi Budokai easily this year?"
"Mister Satan, do the rumors about you and Madona hold any truth!?"

"Oh please," Krillin snorts, leaning back in his seat and sipping on his soda. "Like that guy would last a second with Goku in the ring."

"Well, he might win it this year." Chiaotzu says. "With all of us off training for the Saiyans there's not gonna' be a lot of strong competitors for him to fight against."

"Hmmm." Raijin stares at Mister Satan for a moment, finishing off the last of his burgers. "Shame, if he applied himself he might be a fearsome warrior. As it is he's just slightly above the peak of human endurance and strength."

>A. "I don't know, he seems pretty cool to me!"
>B. Sense for Mister Satan's power
>C. "I'm gonna' go say hi!"
>D. Eat your burger Saff
>E. "He seems like he'd be a jerk to be honest."
>F. Write in
(Multiple choices are fine, write-ins encouraged.

Another caravan is coming towards your own, a short distance away. Your guide looks to you for orders. Traders are common on the road, but the same is to be said for bandits. Perhaps you may procure supplies or information. Or perhaps you'll be faced by the great bows of the Turgesh.

>What are your orders?
>Set a fast pace, and attempt to ride straight past the other caravan. If it is Turgesh, it will hardly have time to turn and chase you down.
>Stay still, prepare your weaponry, and be ready for a fight or a trade, as circumstances dictate.
>Stay still on the road and wait with open arms. You have no doubt that the caravan is a trade caravan.

>>1715322
>Stay still on the road and wait with open arms. You have no doubt that the caravan is a trade caravan.

Adventure or management quest?

>>1715322
>Set a fast pace, and attempt to ride straight past the other caravan. If it is Turgesh, it will hardly have time to turn and chase you down.

reaching the gate is our main priority

Twitter: @ELHMk1

Ember’s Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1VXWZDf90yNXctCA3HlAlBuwKLc9xfhlVpkBXKmjvzB4/edit?usp=sharing

G-Doc Archive/Summaries:
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Previous Thread: >>1663454

If you’re a die-hard lover of canon, I suggest you turn away now. Like all things 40k, the gauntlet runs from “worshiping the printed, grimdark word” to “over the top silliness.” Most of the time it’s somewhere in between. Others it swerves hard to one side and/or breaks this model entirely. You’ve been warned in advance. I do try to keep things fairly reasonable though.

Alternatively, if you’re not at all familiar with canon or want more details on something, just ask! You don’t need to have played the original Khornette Quest to play and enjoy this one. I’m sure someone (or I) will explain any cameos that come up if you’re lost.

All rolls go against a specified characteristic in the style of Black Crusade. You’ll want to roll under the characteristic value in order to pass the check. The more degrees of success (every multiple of 10 counts as 1), the more awesome of a result. A 1 or an 8 is a guaranteed success, and a 100 is a guaranteed failure. NPCs I roll for only crit succeed/fail on a 1 or a 100.

Best of three rolls when it’s called for, with a 1, 8, or a 100 instantly taking precedence. If multiple characteristics are being rolled for each 1d100 counts for its respective test. Any rolls prior to the call for one and those not linking said post will be ignored.

I realize that /qst/ is much slower than /tg/ ever was, but I’d like to keep things moving. Voting windows will be a maximum of twenty to thirty minutes after the first vote. Same goes for dice rolling. This week we’re going to try running Thursday afternoon (now) until 9:30pm EDT, Friday afternoon until about 8pm EDT, and Saturday afternoon until either we reach a good stopping point or I get tired of writing.

Note that we are temporarily playing as Feva here at the beginning of the thread!

That’s it housekeeping-wise for now. Onto the quest!

“Lady Desoleum, I am Inquisitor Ervig. And you and I are going to discuss exactly why your planet is now scheduled for Exterminatus.”

Time slows to a halt as your brain processes Ervig’s words. I’m fucked, you think. There’s no way he doesn’t know what the real Lady Desoleum looks like. But no, wait. If he does, why is he addressing you as if you were the genuine article? Is he just playing along? Or… maybe… he doesn’t know? And what does he mean he wants to “discuss why Desoleum is scheduled for Exterminatus?” Is he here to execute you for failing to keep the planet in order? Yes, that must be it. There’s no way he’s just making a social call to say “better luck next time, let’s get you a new planet to rule.”

...right?

“...do you understand?”

Ervig speaking to you snaps you back into the present. The heavily scarred, hooded and cloaked Inquisitor is staring at you with not quite a look of concern. You’re guessing you were silent just a bit too long there. You need to say something now, and it has to sound good.

> [1] Well of course, dear Inquisitor. Let us find a table so we may chat.
> [2] Do all Inquisitor lack manners? This is a party, not an interrogation.
> [3] Ahhh, so you are why I was forced to leave my mourning for my citizenry and come to this party.
> [4] Write in

>>1713139
>> [3] Ahhh, so you are why I was forced to leave my mourning for my citizenry and come to this party.

At present you're still at the basement deciding on what you wish to do to Dennis, your victim.

So far there have been several ideas that have popped into your head but you haven't quite decided on which one to start just yet I don't want to list all of them here since some of them are quite gruesome, you can check them for yourself at the previous thread.

You have to decide on what you want to do with him soon, otherwise he will just black out from the pain of having two busted kneecaps again.

>Write-in either a summary or if you feel like it a full description on what you want to do with Dennis. Or vote for the ones suggested in the previous thread

>>1712829

> Pull out his teeth one by one

Teeth are our shtick right?

>>1712829
I'm sticking to the "trim the fat" then hanging after pulling all his teeth out. It's fitting that way.
Also cut down all the children and lay them on the ground. Maybe use the guy's phone to call emergency and then leave? We might be a slasher force of nature, but even we doubt these children did anything to deserve the shit that happened to them. Hell, we might have a few fond memories of the other miners bringing their kids over for barbeque or something nice, back when we were alive. All the more reason to fuck the guy up, at least.

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Discord: https://discord.gg/D6PMBz9

Need 1 of each tribe to begin
I'll try to make sure to post at least 2 updates per day

ANCHOR (Anchor's are where you reply your turns to

>>1712556
dibs Orange

>>1712565
Mill you are a south African Nigger

>>1715933
>What will your role be?
>Terms of engagement?

If the abbot wants to be brief, lets stick to mission parameters

>>1715933
>What will your role be?
>What if you find survivors?
>Writein?

>>1715933
>What will your role be?
>Terms of engagement?
>What if you find survivors?

You're not sure if you should speak up at first, but luckily Rubin is the one to speak. "What if we find the Legion attacking an inhabited world? And if there are survivors?"
"We'll intervene, of course." Zusya replies, as if it's a gracious favour and not, surely, your sworn duty. "Unfortunately, I don't think we'll find survivors. The preliminary data shown to me by the Grand Master," There's the slightest emphasis on 'me', now that you think about it, "Suggests that the Legion are obsessed with wiping out all the life they can find, human or otherwise. Of course, if we somehow find any, we'll provide succour." He adds, almost as an afterthought.
You mull this over, but since nobody else seems inclined to add anything, you speak up. "So what will my role be, Abbot?"
It feels as though the Abbot is unsure himself. "You will... go and scout ahead, Knight-Brother Dauntless. You did state yourself you suitability for ambushing the enemy, did you not?"
"Of course, Abbot. What will my terms of engagement be?" Honestly, it seems like you're being gotten rid of.
"You may use your own judgement. You're not a coward, are you? Put these abominations to the sword. I'm sending you all our patrol path now, in case anybody happens to get lost."

>Burn hard for the jump point, get to the patrol route far ahead of your squadron to make sure there's no surprises.
>Stay with your squadron, and go on ahead just before you reach the patrol route. You don't want to get strung out ahead.

Rolled 39, 92, 9 = 140 (3d100)

>>1714687
Give me three

Rolled 42, 76, 68 = 186 (3d100)

>>1714687
OwO why is this board so slow????
Back on tg i would already have 100 replies and some nice loli RP going on
This makes me sad :(

Rolled 36 (1d69)

>>1714687
CONSUME THE WORLD

>>1712133
>>Officer
We went to college.

>>1712149
Sure

>>1712149
>>1712156
What about the first choice ?

Important links:

The story so far (Get up to speed, quick!)
>https://pastebin.com/54Vfvsff

Archive
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dark+Empire

Pastebin for info dumps
>https://pastebin.com/u/Timekiller21

Twitter feed I use to announce planned game times.
>https://twitter.com/DarkEmpireQuest

This is the map system I use for planning
>http://www.swgalaxymap.com/

And this is a gold mine resource for Star wars info, take with a grain of salt since this universe follows its own continuity.
>http://starwars.wikia.com/

I allow between ten and twenty minutes for voting depending on the importance of the issue and how divided the vote is. If the vote is tied up, I usually allow an extra five minutes for a tie breaker, and if no one votes, I roll for the tie breaker (The will of the dark side).

I always try to incorporate (and encourage!) write ins if they don't violate the spirit of voted decisions, though I may edit or tweak them to fit better.

I also am always open for questions. I'll just ask that they stay relevant to current events in the quest, or at least the near future.

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Serpentine's bridge is hardly any different than your own command deck on Retribution, alive with activity, officers and crew carrying out routine tasks and maintenance needed to keep a technological terror like an Imperial-Class Star Destroyer operational.

In your own division, such repairs were taking place "night" and "day" as your crew struggled to keep abreast of the damage doled out by the Yevetha as their navy melted away to nothing. Reinforcements in the form of more fighters from storage, mothballed as it were on Cal-Seti, and a new batch of picket ships, fresh from the shipyards at Foerost had helped to ease some of the burden, but such combat intensive operations were always a strain.

As you pass, crew scramble out of your way, some giving you hasty salutes, but you only have eyes for the reason for your visit here. Silas Lobkin, Baron of Brentaal and Admiral of the forces you served in. He was impossible to miss with his jaunty cape and cavalier attitude. He certainly seemed in better spirits than he was when he first briefed you and his other flag officers on this mission, the tremendous success the Empire had enjoyed so far certainly had something to do with that.

As you approach, you see him deep in discussion with Commander Flesser, leader of 1st Division. A bald man with a heavily scarred face. You had heard it rumored his command was shot out from under him at Endor, resulting in the injuries you saw now. You didn't know Flesser before this moment, but you could tell that incident had done nothing to help his personality.

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Stopping just a short distance away, you wait patiently for Lobkin to finish his conversation. It isn't long before he notices you. "Commander Tyrna," he says, a genuine smile on his face.

As you approach, he dismisses Flesser, who gives you a baleful glance before marching away.

"I know I said it before, but let me say again, your division acquitted itself admirably at N'zoth. You are truly an asset to the Navy."

"Thank you, admiral." Lobkin was something of an enigma to you. You couldn’t tell how much of his praise, and treatment of you in general was flattery and how much was sincere praise. There was also the thinly concealed element of attraction to you, at least partly physical. Even now, he can't help but cast a quick glance down at your body.

You had once shared a private dinner with him, though nothing had come of it. He had remained mostly professional, and entirely gentlemanly. Again you were uncertain how much of his behavior was sincere flirting and how much was social alliance-building.

"You came in an outsider," Lobkin continues, leading you on a slow pace of the bridge as he talks, "and you've managed to forge your division into a cohesive fighting unit, not without difficulty I assume."

"It's always hard to take control of a new ship and new group of subordinates," you reply, "I just hope my reputation speaks for itself."

"I'm sure it does," Lobkin says, stopping at the forward-most point of the bridge, the ashy, smoking surface of N-zoth visible behind him, a fresh trio of bulk freighters rising from the surface, most likely packed to the brim with Yevethan prisoners bound for the shipyards at Byss. "Our job here is nearly done," he says, "And I'm sure the Emperor is going to be most pleased with our performance, but there is one last matter to deal with."

"Sir?"

"Intelligence reports are coming in on enemy causality counts. We've been comparing them to Black Fleet's ship roster."

"And we're coming up short," you say. You know the answer before he gives it because of one glaring short coming.

"We're missing Intimidator and a pair of Star Destroyers, not to mention a handful of escort ships," Lobkin says.

"A whole battlegroup," you reply. Centered on a Super Star Destroyer no less.

"Precisely. Intimidator is not accounted for, and she is likely in hiding nearby. Until we've dealt with her, we can't assume this area is pacified by any stretch. To that end, I am dispersing the fleet to scour the surrounding systems until we locate her."

"To destroy her?" you ask.

"If need be, yes. While I would love more than anything to present an Executor-class to the Emperor as a gift, we have to assume this will be impossible. I'm giving you a wide leeway," he says, "I trust your judgement, Ala- Commander."

"Thank you, admiral."

"Do you have any questions for me before we disperse?"

>Yes (Write in)
>No, admiral

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