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Choose between four factions; Chosen of the Light, Neutral Wanderers, Forces of Darkness, Cult of the Elite

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You wake up in your apartment on the 13th floor of the highrise in Times Square. You scratch your balls and get your slipper from under the bed as you get up.

You are Harambe, the infamous ape assassin specializing in high-profile, high-risk jobs on the international level. You were there when Saddam was captured, when they killed Gadaffi and when Osama was flushed out. And that kid was there when they killed you.

You were lucky you survived. You wouldn't if there weren't for your...

A) Neuropozyne dependency. You have several mechanical parts installed to you. To maintain them you have to take neruopozyne in large quantities which made you almost unaffected by poisons. Like the one they shot you with.

B) As a young gorilla you were part of a theater troupe and you have been taught by the resident magician and illusionist, serving as his helper. You faked your own death and got out of there in a puff of smoke.

C) You saved yourself with some field medicine you learned to do in the French Foreign Language. You removed the projectile and cursed softly in French.

First answer continues.

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Archive (First thread isn't there as it's on a different page. Find it by clicking "Pilot Quest" and scrolling down to July 2016. It's the first entry):
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pilot%20Quest%201989,
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To say that the last few hours had been more tense than you would have liked was an understatement.

Just after you had arrived back at your hut, alarms around the base began to wail. You and the rest of Freelancer flight had bolted straight to your jets and scrambled into the air, thundering into the sky as fast as your birds could have carried you. However it was all for naught as you were recalled back to base as the situation became clear.

What was originally believed to be a full flight of incoming TU-95 Bears had turned out to be just a single one, apparently there had been a miscommunication between the radar controllers and the base command staff. So the entire scramble was for nothing. You landed along with everybody else as a pair of IJN F-4EJs were vectored to intercept the Soviet aircraft.

You found it hard to get to sleep that night, you didn't know if it was because adrenaline was still pumping through your veins from the scramble, the reconnaissance flight, or because you were just worried about your sister being on what could soon turn out to be the front lines in a possible war. Either way, you had to get up and walk around the base for about a quarter of an hour, the cold and crisp night air soothed your spirits and allowed you to drift to sleep.

You woke up and went through the monotone routine of a military morning. Wake up, clean up, get breakfast, go to the hanger and get ready for flight ops. Your patrol flight had to be delayed due to some slight software problems, but you took to the skies soon enough, patrolling the northern coast of the Japanese home islands.

"Flight 23, this is Stink-eye. How copy?" Your radio cracked into life as you were contacted by one of the AWACs units that helped bolster the Japanese radar network.

"Flight 23 copies Stink-eye. Send traffic." You radioed back as you looked out over your right wing. Scorpion was flying just off your wing while The Brits and the French flew about 250 feet off your wing, taking their flight directions off you.

"We have radar contact on approach from the North-West. Looks like another Bear probing our radar net." The AWACS controller informed you from his bird's position a few miles to your south. "Sending position data to you. intercept it and escort it out of our airspace."

>CONT

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Yer' Wulfmaw Bludbanna, Wulfmaw krumplord of da boyz, and you're ready tah' krump gits an' turn da' world green.

Last toime awn Greenskin quest we rayded a moine an' got shinez, got s'more boyz an' krumped da' old boss, Graz Bluetoof.

We got even more boyz an' raided 'da vill-egg a' Kreuz-Borg, an got sum 'umie slayves tah' teech us ta make more killy choppaz.

We 'ad our gobbos make sum improvements on our kamp, an' noe we's organizin da boyz fer' a takeovah' of 'da 'umie fort 'a Bar-'oll.

OLD THREAD:
>>518163

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Ya' tell Littefang an' Raz yer' proppa' orky plan in' 'de camand tend, an' tha' gits agreez wif' yer planz. Ya' also tell Raz 'dat 'es yer' new standah'd beara', an' 'es tah' defen' 'da bannah' wif 'is loife.

Ya' tell yer' gits tah' git ready tah' march on 'de 'umie kastle, an' yer gobbos' whip us sum skalin' laddas' roight kwik.

'Eadin out wif' us on 'de attak iz:

>Raz, bannah'-bearah' an' lieu-tent.
>Littlefang, 'da gobbo cap'n.
>'Un runt-'erd.
>'Un fresh-'ide weerdboy

>31x ork choppa boys
>2x ork speer-boyz
>12x ork arrer'boyz
>16x gobbos

Yer boyz assemble roight an' kwik, an' yah set awf tah' krump 'da 'umies 'a Bar-'oll.

>Anyfin 'ya wanna' dew on da' way dere, boss? 'S a tew-day march tah' 'de fort.

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You wake up like its any normal day. You stand up from the bed and put on your clothes. As you walk out of the door to head to work you fell the ground beneath you tremble. What do you do?

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Oh shit, it's a beautiful morning! Is it time for adventures, or will the protagonist squander his time at home?

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Well, here you are. 'The Barrow of Ahrin the Pontifex'. Doesn't exactly inspire confidence does it? But bandits have taken up residence here and your company has been hired to take them out. Risky work for only the three of you, but the pay is good. And, there's the prospect of whatever else you can find in the old priest's tomb. Pontifexes weren't known to be the charitable type Better for you.

You are
>Guerilla, a 350 lb gorilla with a short temper and a very big axe.
>Corvus, basically the most handsome crow on the face of this fucking planet, let's fucking face it. You're also the greaseman.
>Babar, a paranoid schizophrenic elephant wizard. You never forget. And you never forgive.

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You are the leader of a small mercenary band in a war torn land.

The king of the land died twenty years ago, leaving no heir for his throne. Since then the local lords have been fighting each other to increase their influence.

Time is hard for the peasants, the clergy, and even the nobles. But for the mercenary, there has never been a better time or place for business.

Before we start, what's the name of our group of mercenaries?

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This will be a long running Medieval Europe Risk Game. It is going to be a bit different in that there will be a Mupdate once there have been 12 moves.

The on map rules stay the same in terms of rolls and gameplay with these exceptions, amendments, and add ons:

>rolling against unoccupied factions roll against the last mupdate post

>open ended rolls get an automatic -5T
This may seem complicated but it is not; the roller calls his Ts specifically. If he rolls at or above the amount, he gets his called Ts, and his spill is wasted or applied creatively by OP.

>no rules about turn order or repeat rolls
you heard me right. so if you want to campaign against X faction, you can. if some dork wants to spawn camp the thread and wipe out Bohemia by rolling 12 times in a row, there is nothing in the rules to stop him. coordinating with allies and enemies means (hopefully) a decrease in open ended conflict. This is a new way to play, and i will be playing too at first to show peeps what i mean, but i think y'all -dus will get it pretty quick and see the potential

>1 paragraph of Role Play required per movement roll OR complete explanation of campaign, reasoning, intentions, and battle formations + 3 following rolls.
I will show y'all how to do this one. again, once you see it, it should be fairly simple.

This is a beta test for the Great Risk Project.

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You can’t shake how creepy this girl is. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but something about it weirds you out. The amount of teeth she’s showing almost reminds you of a shark baring its teeth. She’s definitely suspicious, and you wonder if she’s got the same idea about you. Office workers swarm around the lobby of the building, but she hasn’t greeted anyone else, preferring to keep her vision locked on you and your group of magical girls. You can’t help but notice how you stick out like a sore thumb here. You step back slightly, but Josie and Erika refuse to yield to the creepy lady. You tug on Josie’s sleeve, urging her to follow you back and stop staring the woman down.

“No we just got lost, hehe. We’ll be going now.” You tug harder on Josie’s sleeve, you would be dragging her with you if she wasn’t so damn heavy. After a few seconds, she finally relents, and goes with you. The high pitched, almost squeaky voice of the receptionist stops you in your tracks.

“Where were you girls going? Need help getting there? This part of town doesn’t attract many tourists.” Uh oh. Has she caught on? Is the jig up? You turn to face her in prepare a response, only to find that Diane has beat you to the punch. Her voice takes on a more refined tone as she speaks. She turns her nose up at the receptionist, not making eye contact with the taller girl. It looks like there’s a use for snobbish nastiness after all.

“We have no obligation to tell nosy little people like you. Now are you quite done wasting our time? We’re important people, and I don’t like being late. Athena?” Diane turns away from her and walks out, herding the team out of the building without another word. The office men part for her, apparently instinctively recognizing her importance, even if it was just a mask. Once you’re out of the building and a comfortably distance from the building you huddle your team in close, eyes open for any potential eavesdroppers.

“What’re we gonna do boss? If that place really is full of Salvtore goons then maybe we should be a bit sneaky, right?”

You rub your chin, in thought. There are a couple potential was you could handle this.

[x] “Let’s look for a fire escape, avoid the people on the lower floors.”
[x] “Let’s see if the Bureau’s got any gadgets that’ll help us out. Their stuff’s usually more subtle than the Hexenkraft’s gear.”
[x] “Let’s get a disguise, and sneak in right under their noses.”

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”Sometimes, good men must sell their lives – after all, a scoundrel cannot be expected to offer theirs.” – Anton Sokolov, speaking on the virtues of sacrifice.

In the aftermath of violent acts, bloodshed and conflict and strife, words become meaningless. For those first few moments, there is only silence and stillness, without any of the gathered crowd daring to be the first to raise his voice.

With scattered flakes of red-tinted snow carried upon it, clinging to whatever carpets and tapestries they touch, the cold wind creeps through the shattered doorway. Whatever illusion of protection it had once offered is lost now, torn down by the monstrous, deformed child in its attack, and trampled underfoot in its retreat. No, not its retreat – the word implies defeat, disgrace – but its victorious withdrawal. Having spread chaos and dismay among the men, and taken Captain Bach as a trophy, the child had returned to whatever pit it calls home.

And finally, the silence is broken.

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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...
You took a trip to the Darkworld, had your mind screwed with, and rescued Ryoji.

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The earth had been carved by the airship, the events from two days ago clearly marked onto into the ground in the form of a giant hole. You contemplate for a moment and try to make sense of the fact of what’s in front of you. Countless splinters are sprinkled afar, bits of metal have embedded themselves in the dirt, and a splotch of blood can vaguely be made out. As for the airship itself, it’s gone. Gone in two days.

A quick search had yielding nothing to your disappointment. You take a minute to grieve for your left hand, boding it a silent farewell that you hope can reach the furthest of separated appendages.

Behind you is Orion entertaining Aima, the latter swinging around and shining the sun through the fractured jewel in her hands. Twenty minutes late down the road, a town comes into sight - Acies. It’s relatively small, about the size of Ardor from what you’ve seen, but the buildings here are of curved stone and wood, reminding you of giant fat mushrooms with their rounded rooves. Before you could even process it, Aima’s already running down the road.

“Meet you guys at the inn later!” she says.

“Be careful!” Orion calls.

You blink. “Not going to stop her?”

“She can handle herself fine,” she replies, handing you some crystals from the bag over her shoulder. “I need to go shopping.”

You nod, and then find yourself alone a moment later. Orion had split off to somewhere, and Aima was long gone. The streets are calm, the buildings giving off a faint buzz of life. You don’t recognize anyone here, although you swear some faces are remarkably familiar.

Strolling around you check out what’s around...
>You think you saw someone going into the market.
>The clanging from the blacksmith are audible from far away.
>There’s a commotion around town hall.
>Head to the inn. [Skip sequence]

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*Medieval Times*

You watch in horror, struggling to hold back tears, as the village you grew up in burns to the ground. You can see and hear pirates looting your town's stuff. You are pretty sure you are the survivor. You are just outside of the village. Your back is facing the docks. Your boat is there, ready to go. All the things you could salvage before your house burned down waiting for you. You say you last goodbyes, turn away from the smoldering embers that used to be your entire life, and begin sailing away.

Inventory: Spare changes of clothes, small leather tunic, some kitchen utensils, medicine, the Bible and some other books, a map, a compass, an extra pair of boots, some bread, and some money.