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soup. nox here

I can always count on you to show up

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ill stay in here but it looks like no one else is coming

>>556889
> Polite

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>>556889
>other
We're ready for a nice, friendly exhibition match with no bitterness or tears.

>>556889
Polite

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You hear the soft scrabble of sand, and the curtain falls on your thoughts and feelings. You roll to the side without thinking, both arms extending and your head down. Out of the shadow of the rock you lift your eyes, see the two men coming around one of the rocks, fifty feet away. Your pistol speaks twice and you roll back behind the rock, laying flat. The sounds of their bodies hitting the ground doesn't tell you they were dead. They were dead before you ever pulled the trigger. Curses and foul language, and the stench of fear. A few seconds later and you have twenty-two cartridges, and six in the cylinder. Thirteen men and women to kill, and you might get to live through this, Gunslinger, and say that you do Remember the Face of Your Father.

In addition to being a Gunslinger, with all the fearsome, wondrous potential that brings, you may choose two of the following perks. They're not gifts; ka does not give gifts. Red indicates a perk for battle, blue indicates a spiritual perk, green indicates a perk associated with willpower and memories before the World Moved On.
>Knives
You have a knack for the sharp, and you have a harness with five wicked friends. Quick and light, you are no less deadly throwing them than you are with a gun, and you can end most close combat much quicker with one in hand.
>The Shine
You have been trained well in the ways of khef, the water of a man's life and mind. You have the touch, a powerful touch, and it makes you spiritually strong as well as vulnerable in a way others are not. Khef can be used in many ways; speaking to another without voice, mastering your body and mind, and even seeing pieces of the past and the future.
>Her Royal Highness' Favor
Dead though she may be, the Princess of Gallowglaighs lives in your heart and memory. Ka brought you together, and while you may no longer be ka-tet, you still hold to a higher standard than other men and women in her name.
>Wiry Little Beast
You are small of frame and might be a member of the fair sex, but you are a Gunslinger. While you might have had it tougher than the young men, you learned to give much worse than you got, to the point even your teacher considered you a challenge when you took your test.
>Manni Ways
You are a friend to the Manni, whose religion accepts, even demands its adherents to travel between worlds. You have learned secrets from them; dowsing, the understanding of the gaps between worlds called thinneys, the methods by which a fella could tame demons and ghosts, and can name some of the nameless things that live in the between places.
>Ka-tet of Claws and Fangs
You haven't much use for human companionship, but that doesn't mean you travel alone. You've a pair of wings to hunt for you, and a set of claws and teeth that will fight at your side; they'll die for you, they will, and they share your ka. Their deaths might sadden you, but the wheel of ka ever turns.

>>555022
>>Knives
>Ka-tet of Claws and Fangs

>>555022
>>The Shine
>You have been trained well in the ways of khef, the water of a man's life and mind. You have the touch, a powerful touch, and it makes you spiritually strong as well as vulnerable in a way others are not. Khef can be used in many ways; speaking to another without voice, mastering your body and mind, and even seeing pieces of the past and the future.
>Ka-tet of Claws and Fangs
You haven't much use for human companionship, but that doesn't mean you travel alone. You've a pair of wings to hunt for you, and a set of claws and teeth that will fight at your side; they'll die for you, they will, and they share your ka. Their deaths might sadden you, but the wheel of ka ever turns.

Ah who needs sleep anway

The remaining stretches of sea were dangerously windy and wild beyond all reason and by some accounts, monsters lurked in them. In other words, with regards to the trade situation, Halkeginia was as starved as Europe.

From the "Genealogies", you learnt that three royal houses dominate Halkeginia - de Gallia, de Albion and de Tristain. All three houses were actually cadet branches, offshoots of Brimir themselves. These houses ruled over the countless other petty dynasties of Halkeginia. The exception to this sphere of influence was Germania, which did not share a common origin with the other three houses. And it was not uncommon for these offspring houses of Brimir to have cadet branches themselves - there was much writing alleging that the House of Tristain had a branch derived from a bastard son of an earlier ruler.

Of course, you weren't going to enact the plan yourself. You were merely an advisor. In discussion with Louise, you had given her a suggestion. Namely, it focused on:

2/2

[] Creating a new trade route from Halkeginia to the East by going West
[] Taking advantage of religious turmoil in the Germanian Empire.

>>548875
>[] Creating a new trade route from Halkeginia to the East by going West

Though wait, is there a way to use the elves somehow?
If we're Europe and they're the Middle East, and this is post-Crusades, couldn't it be thought that they have scientific/magical knowledge that we should try to re-import back to Halkeginia?

Of course, nothing as obvious as going there and asking to search their libraries. But taking advantage of third parties, some other nation that stayed out of the fighting between Halkeginia and Nepthys.

>>548740
Claiming Royce

>Lord Radley, the Rogue of House Royce, Lord of Runestone and Defender of the Vale
>We Remember: Inactive
>Alliances: Greyjoy
>NAPs: Stark
>Passage: Karstark

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Other maps will be reposted here too. Players in tonights game this may not apply to you

>>548755
... that map is pretty old. Why'd you even use it?

>Warrior of Justice
>Nonbinary plz, thx.

Zorgof the tainted

Male

>>559581
Supporting

>>514682
OLD THREAD

>>548527
Action:Start experimenting with the black powder, try filling small clay pots with a wick.
Tech:With our high qauilty bows and the blue technical support start studying and producing a heavy cross bow.
Cultural:The Red people are encoured to go out to find blue or green lovers to bring then back to the Red tribe. The new members can keep their cultral but the children will be red.

Blue, would you staus navigation of the ocean? We have ships so you could test out and explore the south?

>>548559
I will totally explore, ja.
Also.
Action: Make more ports
Cultural: Invent songs to sing. Make a catchy damn tune with some voices.
Tech: Mint unique and numbered money from scraps of Bronze and Iron. Make 2000 coins and invite the Green and Red to adopt these.
Do not implement the coins yet, they are planned to be bartering tools.

>The Attack on Wake Island

>>557229
>>The Attack on Wake Island

>>557229
>The Attack on Wake Island

>>549843
To the Roggar Council of Lords
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Greetings my Lord it has come to my attention that matters of our foreign relations are soon to be brought before our council. I have several suggestions that I would have you look over and take into account when deciding upon your actions in the coming days.

-New Ogre Have-
Should be added to Roggar proper as they have been a peaceful people for quite some time and should be allowed to reap the prospers that joining Roggar gives them.

-Free City of Ravlegith-
Offer them to join Roggar as an independent protectorate entailing military protection for nominal tribute.

-Patrais-
Tell them we shall hold the pact if they are attacked, suggest they try and find peace with this barbarian king, even giving him tribute to turn his attentions elsewhere. They have the dwarfs and elves as close allies they are in a better spot then us.

-Halfling Kingdom-
We know next then nothing about the practices and culture of the Halfling with our old alliance being a fragile thing. Invite the Halfling King and Queen to Roggar for a great feast to rekindle our friendship and learn more about them.

-Northern Empire-
Send the Royal Spymaster north to sow deceit and treachery among their lands. Innar II rules through tyranny so we must support every attempt to overthrow or assassinate him. Every rebel should be financed and those loyal to him should be targeted for assassination. A strong watch should be set for signs of invasion on any allied fronts.

-Ogre Lands-
The colony in the Ogrelands is a private expansion and should be left to them to protect, if we must contact the halflings about aid. The Ogres have not attack southward in some times and should be left be till we deal with bigger problems.

-Southern Steppes Centuars-
The Southern Centaurs have repeatedly raided and should be dealt with enforce. A fortress should be built in the Plains to facilitate as a lynch pin for the conquering of the steppes allowing a place for troops to rest and recuperate in the flat lands. A simple ringed fort with accompanying trenches would be more then enough to stop the low-tech centaurs.

Your Loyal Servant Duke Duke Swift-Hands

>>549843
60% of Madrid, 5K mercenaries, magic metal arm and leg, leather Bane mask.

I. Send a small army down south to protect the colonies, while leaving behind a garrison in Dragonstomb who will prepare some traps and shit if the Norse attack. Also, send envoys to all major states within our area who would be willing to fight the Norse.

>>549843
Rangers Of Roggar

Assets:Greenhaven, the dungeon like complex under it, Labs, Rangers, Sleep, Berserk, Slow Poison, and Fast Poison darts, 3 Norse ships, Creators of CQC, Master of Infiltration, Various skilled craftsmen

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>>553100

“That’s it!” Your fists shake in fury and your voice mimics the feelings raging within you upon sending an empty can flying with a violent kick. After riding with him for 3 days, the ‘car guy’ that you had convinced to give you a ride has just kicked you out and then disappeared down the road. Did you say something wrong? No, not at all. He just said his favorite games are mobile games and you punched him. Talk shit, get hit. Isn’t that how it’s always worked out for you? Nevermind his rudeness, you didn’t get all of your equipment out of the car before he drove off. At least you got your backpack. There’s enough food for 3 days for one person in there, a flashlight with a pair of batteries, a heater, and a sleeping bag. It soon dawns on you that you left your gun in the truck!

“Fuck! This day just keeps getting worse and worse…” Your depressed and angry muttering is met with silence from the nearby buildings. Only a pack of ravens take flight at the sound of your voice. You find yourself standing in the middle of a buss center out in the street. There’s a couple of abandoned buses and vehicles about, but you doubt you’d get into them. Their doors will have rusted shut by now. Night is slowly approaching and it’s not good to be out and about.

“Who knows if there’s any plebs or casuals around...”

To your left you spot a rusty, old sign that points towards some key locations across the city, but how far away they are from where you are has been torn off. The School and the Hospital is up the long concrete hill. The train station lies in the opposite direction of the sign and the buss center, straight through a market district. There’s also apparently a large bath house just across the buss center, over a bridge and across a park from here. Any of these locations might suit your need for a place to hide and sleep tonight, but which one is closest and also accessible?

>The School
>The Hospital
>The Train Station
>The Bath House
>Write-in.

>>553106
>>The Bath House

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>>553106
>The Bath House
picking this option to probe the retarded weeaboo harem bullshit level of the quest

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>>549124
The World of Mithlonde is orbited by 5 moons. The barbarians to the north believe that they are the eggs of a God-Dragon of light which itself sleeps inside the sun. One day, the dragons will hatch and awaken the God-Dragon to bring an end to the world.

Southern tribes believe that the moons are a way of divine intervention upon the world. A way for the nameless cosmic deities to communicate with them. A lot of their tribal structure is centered around soothsaying, divination and other ways of trying to make sense of the complex orrery of Mithlonde.

In the common tongue, these moons are called Nomas, Ledas, Umni, Kam and Banil. The first 5 days of the week are named after them. THe last three are named after the revered ancestors of the three largest human tribes: Taran, Zunta, Kueitan.

The year lasts a long 452 days a year which puts us at 11 months of either 41 or 42 days in length.

dead?

If this is still alive, I'd go with bottom left spot.

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Kaga and Zuikaku make their way past you, casting worried looks as Ooyodo gives them all a glare of her own to walk on: she had this under control; all she needed was for them to follow Yuubari and the MPs… whatever was up with the Admiral, she could handle.

Or so you hoped she had implied.

‘Admir – !’

He raises his hand again – Ooyodo’s expression only increases in worry as you bring him to your now-vacated table – and you drag him the best you can, thanking the strength of your prosthetic as you set him on the chair. You smell his stench, sweating up a lake… you give him a concerned glance yourself; whatever it was right now, you think it would be best for him to get some medical attention. Your first instinct is to look around, by some dumb miracle, perhaps Akashi was somewhere here.

No such luck, of course.

‘Have you told the Vice-Admiral to report himself?’ He manages, coughing and clutching his head, finally relieving you of his weight. Ooyodo doesn’t answer, raising a hand to his forehead and frowning. ‘Ooyodo!’ He shocks her into the present, giving her a glare worthy of a blizzard. ‘Have you told the VA of – ?’

‘Yes, sir!’ She uncharacteristically cuts him off, pushing him against the chair. ‘Kiyoshimo and Naganami are – !’ She closes her eyes, collecting herself, it would seem. You think to yourself that this is the first time she’d faltered in her words. ‘If you continue to push yourself you will be no good for the duration of this mission, sir!’

‘Then you have full command of this mission, Department Head Ooyodo.’

Ooyodo’s eyes widen, as do yours.

Then… she nods.

Tell Mamiya to get me some ice.’ He gives her an apologetic smile… and a thankful one to you. ‘And some tea.’

‘Admiral, what’s – ?’

‘Nothing.’ He nods – probably to himself – and pats you on the shoulder. ‘I’m just getting too old for this shit.’

‘Yes, sir.’

You feel a hand push you away – Mamiya – and as soon as it leaves, you feel another grab your wrist, dragging you away – Ooyodo’s.

‘Commander, with me!’

‘Good luck.’ Are the Admiral’s last words as you exit the establishment.

At this point, you wonder if you’re flailing… and with a sudden movement, the ground and the sky mix, before you find yourself practically slammed onto a leather seat. A buggy’s seat.

‘Whoa, whoa, Ooyo – WHOA!’

The buggy starts right up, going into speeds unfathomable at the change of gears. A document hits you right in the chest… with a mission stamp.

‘This is your mission brief.’

>‘What’s all this about?’ (Inquire about mission brief)
>‘What in the world’s going on? The Dock’s that way!’ (Tell her you’re heading the wrong way)
>‘What happened to the Commander?’ (Inquire on Admiral’s state)
>‘I think this is the most emotion I’ve seen from you in forever.’
>Look into mission brief
>Write-In

>>547274
>‘What happened to the Commander?’ (Inquire on Admiral’s state)

>>547274
>>‘What happened to the Commander?’ (Inquire on Admiral’s state)

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Regarding my absence. First of all, I am very sorry that I have resumed Psychic Rebel Quest much later than planned, and I am sorry about stringing players along by posting run times and then cancelling them.
My personal life has been chaotic these last few months, including multiple issues with my computer, coming very close to losing my job, and generally being very down and demotivated.
I have run such quests as I felt able to run, and this means this quest has suffered, for that I am sorry.
I intend to keep running Psychic Rebel Quest up until Christmas and switch over to Paladin of Joy in January, and conclude Paladin of Joy in that run.

>>555584
>Read Doc's mind

>>548813
>"Let's just get to the medical wing or somewhere safe. I'll tell you whatever you need to know either on the way or once we are there."

"Come on, let's just get to the medical wing or somewhere safe. I'll tell you whatever you need to know either on the way or once we're there."

"The Medical Wing is under lock down, and the two of us would have a hell of a time trying to break in. Not to mention it's right next to the armory."

"Wouldn't that be pretty easy to get through?"

"From what I hear it's basically the last place any human is besides the occasional straggler of band."

"So it's where the rest of the prisoners are?"

"...Yeah. Probably are helping themselves to the medical supplies as we speak. Fuck, I'd like something myself."

Actions.

>...You said something about vents... Could we take those instead of be out in the open?
>Can we duck into one of those cells and wait for me to heal up?
>Our best bet is to head towards the medical wing.
>...We need to keep going to my wife, alright?
>...So, let me tell you the basics of lycanthropy...
>Write-In

>>548833
Best bet would probably be to wait for our not flesh crazed family to save our ass.

>Can we duck into one of those cells and wait for me to heal up?

Welcome back QM.
While we're waiting.

>...So, let me tell you the basics of lycanthropy...
Don't skimp the details of the diet expansion serum, flesh addiction, and why we are here trying to help our wife and selves.

>>547367

Starting this day like any other, you rise from your makeshift bed – a mess of blankets spread on the too small sofa – and stretch. Shambling, still far from awake, you amble through to the bathroom and stare at your reflection. Streaks of red are showing through your dyed hair – something you'll need to sort soon – and the familiar leather medallion hangs against your chest. Backwards in the mirror, you can make out the letters carved into it. The name you've chosen for yourself. Touching light fingers to the medallion, you wonder where its twin might be – aboard some dreary ship, or in some distant northern wasteland?

Letting the medallion fall back against your chest, you turn this way and that, looking in the mirror with mounting dissatisfaction. Still boyish and awkward, not that you'd really been expecting anything else. With one final frown, you return to the living room and click on the radio. As scratchy music - something tedious but inoffensive – fills the apartment, you set about cleaning your pistol. Cleaning each individual piece with care, you let the task stretch out aimlessly.

You're in no hurry, after all. Life – your life, at least – is on hold until Henryk gets back.

“This is an urgent weather warning,” a tinny voice cries out from the radio, killing the wearisome music dead in an instant, “A storm of unprecedented size is approaching the Free States. All citizens are urged to gather necessary supplies and remain indoors. The storm is predicted to arrive in Thar Dreyse tonight. Repeat, this is an urgent-”

A storm, you repeat aloud, unprecedented size. None of that sounds even remotely good.

-

Just as you're sliding the last piece of your pistol back into place, a heavy knock shakes the apartment door. Snapping on the safety catch, you slip the gun into the back of your trousers and go to answer it. Cracking the door ever so slightly open, you see Anders – Henryk's sullen landlord – glaring back at you.

“Who... Oh, you're the brat that's looking after Hanson's apartment,” he grunts, “Right?”

Not quite the word you'd choose, you begin to answer, but-

“Bloody typical. Here we are, facing the worst storm in a generation, and where is he? Off taking his holidays somewhere, I don't doubt, and leaving us with a girl,” Anders sniffs disapprovingly, looking at you like something he scraped off the bottom of his boot, “Suppose there's a lesson there, about putting too much trust in a Hunter...”

So much for today being a good day. Is he trying to make a point, you ask, or did he just need someone to complain to?

[2/3]

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>>547369

Anders stares at you for a moment, his dislike for you plain to see, before speaking up once more. “There's going to be a meeting this evening – a little community gathering – to discuss these storms we're due. I've got a set of rules, and I want to make sure everyone knows them well. You'll be coming, of course.”

This is one of these “You don't have a choice” moments – something you're well acquainted with. There was always something you had to do, growing up, that you didn't care for – some class to attend, some relative to visit, some awful medical test to endure. No, you're all too familiar with unwanted burdens, and this is no different. Nodding silently, you wait a moment more to see if the loathsome man has anything else to bother you with. For his part, he waits for a second more before stepping back, letting the door swing shut.

The sound of the lock snapping back into place is satisfying, very satisfying indeed.

-

The next knock that disturbs the peace is more reserved – an inquiry, rather than a demand. Without the earlier caution, you answer the door and come face to face with Alyssia Hemwick. Your neighbour, a witch of the north, and a rival for Henryk's affections – that last part is a little private joke, one you've never shared with anyone else. At least, you think it's a joke.

Anyway.

“Good morning Eliza. I suppose you heard about the storm, either over the radio or from our...” Alyssia pauses, “Our charming landlord. Well, either way, it's supposed to be getting pretty bad. It might last a few days as well – I wish they could be more specific, but I suppose you can't always judge these things.”

Unprecedented, you tell her, that's what you heard on the radio. They were even telling people to stock up on supplies – food, you guess, and whatever else might be useful.

“That's where I'm going now,” Alyssia nods to herself, as if a fine idea has just come to mind, “Would you like to come along? More hands would lighten the load, and you might need some extra supplies as well.”

She's trying to be your friend, a little bit too much for your liking.

>Okay, fine – I could use some shopping, I guess.
>Later. I'd rather go alone
>Are you worried? About this storm, I mean
>Hey, mind if I ask you something? (Write in)
>Other

>>547370
>>Okay, fine – I could use some shopping, I guess.
>Are you worried? About this storm, I mean
"Your uh doll thingy should still do its job right?"