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Welcome to Not so Glorious Quest! This is an anything can happen kind of "fun" adventure, where you, the player, will dictate the actions and decisions of Ilin, our main character, in a medieval fantasy-esque setting. Ilin will do anything you guys say, but her chances of success will depend on how well you describe her actions, if they make sense in context and if she doesn’t suck at it. Have Fun!

Disclaimer: My English sucks, mature themes could appear (and will not be treated properly), and this (for sure) will get even more stupid.

I’ll try to my best to include every relevant piece of information as possible when necessary to refresh everyone’s memory and to ease in new people who want to participate.

Chapter 1: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/508197/

Summary (tl;dr below):

You’re Ilin, a good for nothing 15 years old girl that got kicked out of her house by your evil stepmother after your dad died; you’re trying to turn your life around to become GLORIOUS! You decided to live with your best friend (Emily) and her father (Ukhlad) and get your life together; you think the first step to become great is to have some sweet girl abs and stay fit. Emily’s father let you stay with them if you got a job, and you did! You work part-time with some sailors (Captain Eadsin and one of his sailors named James) and you did A LOT of exercises with Ukhlad.

But those comfy days ended the moment Ukhlad found out that Emily got pudgy and got fired from her job as a waitress, you tried to defend her but ended up being kicked out of their house. He then tortured Emily with CROSSFIT EXERCISES (like literally, it was a torture) for 2 days, until you put a stop to his madness by killing him with the same dagger he thought you how to use. He was a soulless monster so it’s ok. Now you’re in a state of SHOCK while Emily is hugging you and thanking you for saving her; she hated her dad because he somehow killed her mother.

tl;dr: You’re a girl called Ilin that got kicked out of her house by your evil stepmother after your dad died; you decided to live with your best friend (Emily) and her father, and you got a sailor job. You’re training to get fit and have some sweet girl abs to become GLORIOUS. Recently you killed her father because he was a maniac torturing Emily.

So let’s get to it!

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You are a mighty snek king. You lead one small faction amongst many. Can you conquer snek terra? First we decide on King name and kingdom name. Pick semi related.

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DISCLAIMER: this quest won't follow the tabletop rules of DDD but will try to be instead a narrative(ish) quest.

The Four and Half Hells. The most dreaded place in all existance, pillar of onyx scratching the sky like angry claws. Seas of fire and brimstone light up the lower part of the pillars, creating a weird contrast between the sky and the ground.

The air is hot and filled with screams of agony. In the distance, flocks of demonic wyrms fly in search of new creatures to fight and torment.

Truly a unique and bewildering place.

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You lay upon your old raggedy sleeping bag that’s encased in a makeshift shack you managed to throw together from old wood and metal that was in a dumpster. Your 9mm is tucked close by with two full magazines. You’ve been camped out for about 3 weeks now, but your rations are running dangerously low. All that left is a box Sugar Bombs and half a bottle of Nuka Cola.

While you are half asleep in your shack, you hear noises outside and your body instantly jolts. Who or what could be out there? Radroaches, geckos, or maybe they could be raiders!

What will you?

>Grab your pistol and investigate

>Sneak your way out your shack and run

>Pretend you're still sleeping and hope whatever’s out there will go away

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You wake up on a hard surface to a loud noise that distinctively sounds like a car horn.

Despite the terrible headache and general dizziness of mind, you somehow manage to get up and coordinate your way off whatever hard surface you are on and land your ass on another smoother part.

As you have a chance to collect your thoughts you soon notice that the car that was blaring its horn at you has already driven off and the only visible thing left is the taillights in the distance.

You have no recollection of what happened before you woke up, all you remember at the moment is your name Jakub Górski. You hail from the Polish coastal city of Gdansk where you used to be a dockworker before the economic turmoil of the 1990s forced you out of your job and you took up the life of petty crime to get by.

The streets around you look unfamiliar, the architecture of the buildings is foreign to say the least. The closest thing you can think up for reference is possibly Chinese with the way the roofs of the buildings are arched.

You don't remember Gdansk having a Chinatown so the situation is to say the least, suspicious.

>Check our inventory, who knows what stuff we're carrying
>Call out and see if anyone answers
>Choose a direction to head towards and start looking for answers
>Look at our surroundings some more, there's gotta be something here that we can use
>Other action, specify

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You wake up in a dark, cold room mad of stone.
Where are you?
There is a door at each wall of the room, a knife on the ground and you hear groans coming from the room infront of you.

What do you do?

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I like to invent characters and their abilities. However I ran into the infamous writers block. I want to hear about your characters you've written about and what they can do, along with any other advice about writing you feel like sharing. In particular I'd like to hear about fire theme characters and strange traits you could give to fire. Feel free to direct me if this is the wrong board, I'm a newfag I guess.

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you wakw up in a strange room. What to do now?

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ARCHIVE: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Starship+Idols

The next day has arrived, and with it, the early rush of a five mile run through the desert. Takes you back to your days in Arthur Currie, but whereas Currie was freezing cold and covered in trees and rocky roads, the Atacama was burning hot and full of sandy unstable roads that also were burning like the sun itself. “Come on you little monkeys! Get running, go, go, go!” Dune runs alongside, carrying a full kit and pack to help inspire the recruits through example. You as well were running alongside the column. Already two recruits had collapsed from heatstroke and were sent to hospital. And it looked like the rest in the back of the pack were just about to die as well from the intense heat bearing down on you all.

And then there was Rosalie.

Rosalie had fallen so far behind that you could barely see her from where you were. She was drenched in sweat, but she made damn sure to carry every kilogram on her body from her kit. She was shuffling along at this point, not even bothering to catch up. Domino Squadron had agreed in the night (without your approval mind you) that Rosalie was simply not worth the effort to try and save most times. This was one of those times.

And you could see why. Rosalie continued running. This was the kind of march that would kill a normal man. It had already claimed two recruits already. But still she ran. You’re not sure if it was the drive to be a citizen or just the fact that Dune told her she wouldn’t receive a Corpsman’s help if she collapsed. Either way, it was making you proud. Inside of Rosalie was a Citizen trying to get out.

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“Halt!” You all stopped at a rocky outcropping halfway back to camp. Dune held up his hand. “Ten minute rest, get some water in you! Last checkpoint before you can call yourselves home free!” Everyone collapsed, finding a nice comfy rock to sit on. You decide to keep standing as it’s harder to stand up than it is to sit down, and take a quick swig of whiskey from your canteen. Aaaah, that’s the stuff.

Suddenly, Dune appears next to you. He clears his throat. “What?” you ask. He holds out his hand. Oh fuck. You hand him the canteen, and he hands you a fresh one with water. Damn it. Fuck. How’d he guess? He uncaps your whiskey canteen, then pours it straight into the ground.

“Nice fuckin try,” he says. Well fuck you too then, Dune. You’ve got plenty to drink back at base anyway.

After a few minutes, Rosalie finally catches up with Domino Squadron, sitting in a school circle and getting water into their systems. Rosalie continues to stand, heedless of her weight or her exhaustion. “Hey guys…” she croaks. She immediately splashes her face with water, then drinks up the last bit of water from her canteen.

Breckenridge looks up at Rosalie. “Nice of you to show up.”

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

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The city of Degfford is now yours to do as you see fit. Sure, Degffor's not much of a city, and you only have a few months left before winter arrives, so there's not much you can do with it at the moment, but if you play your cards right, you'll have a sound foundation for your powerbase once spring arrives.

Besides, winter is your ally. It's only a matter of time before Olstren learns about how you eloped with their princess, and you doubt they'll be pleased about that. However, they won't be able to attack during winter, and it'll take time for them to build up their forces once the snow thaws. Meanwhile, you've been given command of the defenses set along the Olstren border, so you'll have time to prepare for an invasion. Your mother's doing to help you secure your hold over the region, no doubt.

Incidentally, Nesta went East, closer to Rosea. Probably your mother's doing as well.

Still, winter does pose its own risks. Your sphere of influence is now in direct competition with your uncle's, and some of the nobles who are now supposed to answer to you in case of emergency have been dealing with him for years; they can't be trusted yet. You'll need to find a way to get on your side as soon as possible, and you'll need to erode your uncle's influence as well. You forced some of his most important agents out of Aurwain and bought the Crown Prince some time to facilitate a smooth transition of power, but it's only a temporary measure and you know it.

You've got tough times ahead of you, basically. It's nothing you're not used to though.

"We're a little short on money," Esyllt says. "I did invest some money in Degfford just in case, but it won't be enough to fund an entire city, and your investments in Aurwain can't be transferred. We'll have to do something about that as soon as possible."

"Money isn't too urgent," Myrddin argues. "We should secure the prince's authority first."

Your retinue consists of the five hundred soldiers you've been keeping on retainer since Rosea - some left your employment, but they weren't difficult to replace - and a small number of servants. Myrddin's people left ahead of you to get the measure of the city.

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Let me know when you are here, guys!

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The neon-pink succubus is fine with it, and while she promises much teasing to come, she agrees to change her class back to slave so we can help her unlock scion class.

Well, it doesn't fixes the problem, though, which is that she can't fight unarmed right now.

For now, let's try handing her one of our staves... its a caster's weapon, though.

"You don't even have a sharp one?" -she asks as she receives the staff
"When was the last time you saw a wooden sword? other than at training fields."

Dawn sighs, and stares at the staff, trying to figure out how to use it with her normal fighting style.

"Wait, I'm fairly sure you have a working knowledge of magic, though?" - points out Honoria
"But it's way too basic."

>Better than trying to stab monsters with a staff
>Well, try to at least get in the monster's way
>Other

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I was going to be late to work again. The blinking flashing, high-pitched resonating, alarm denied me another snooze. I have trained my brain to ignore it somehow. It could be 6 a.m. or easily 7 a.m. The alarms were created to disrupt brain sleep waves and they used an algorithm that created what was considered, “the opposite of rhythm.” They offer 3 snoozes at, 15, 10 and 5 minute intervals, the alarm would not silence until you leave the room. Everything was created for efficiency, systems in place to redirect the “inefficiency of pre-evolved human nature.” Ideas that were once founded in the romanticism of great thinkers were now used in a pragmatic, bland structure, to “Promote the higher purpose of nature.” Slogans from the great thinkers before scrolled across every light board and were printed on every sign, “We are the universes awakening.”, “We will seed life throughout the stars.”, “I am apart of humanities awakening.” The living room alarm sounded. I woke up again. If I do not get out the door in time, administration would be notified. I already have 5 points on my cumulative inordinacy record. I whispered, “I hope I haven’t been flagged.”
When I opened the door I was hit with the crackling and whooshing sounds of the transit systems and boisterous, but strangely orchestrated city referred to as the “Central Organism.” The air was clean and nothing was out of place, it mocked me. I was staggering today and felt the chaos inside of me showing. “What if I was flagged?” “My efficiency levels are low and the 5 points...” A split second horror had me fumbling my pocket to make sure my morning gate token was there, another system to guarantee “Self-regulation.” You were given two each day, one for entering the living village and one for leaving.

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que vuelva la imagen de fondo del gato de 4chan

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No, I'm NOT salty that civ quest is only on when I'm asleep...ok maybe a little

Welcome to Alien Civilisation, where teams compete to see who is the cream of the crop. Or don't, you can just fuck around and have fun too

Now, because I'm a lazy fuck and have no imagination I can only think of Xenomorphs, Humans and Predators, so let's put it to a vote to see the other three species who will get to join these guys in an arms race of who gets to be top dog...er...alien

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You have seen it all. You have seen the cavemen clubbing enemy tribes to death and abducting surviving women. You have seen bearded desert brutes calling themselves King of Kings and flaying their enemies to death, to have their brutal civilization crumble a decade after their death.

You have seen a seafaring civilization sacrifice their babies in the hands of red-hot idols and you have seen their enemies tear down their cities and salting them and abducting their boys for nefarious purposes.

You have seen desert hordes and snow-ridden barbarians tearing down an empire and destroying the original peoples with their overpowering barbarian seed. You then saw the resulting remnants fighting over land they both claimed as holy places, amounting to nothing in the end.

You've witnessed steppe nomads breaking into the rear of the desert hordes, chopping them up into little pieces and making their rivers black and red in ink and blood.

You've seen a bunch of peninsula-dwellers circumnavigating the world and trying to get East by going West. You've seen freshly ripped beating hearts and the offended sanctimonious peninsula-dwellers violating every brown woman in sight in the name of a Holy Virgin.

You've seen a cleric hammering a sheet of theses onto a church door, causing a conglomeration of states claiming holy authority from a previous empire to burn down into the ground.

You've seen an island-dweller of short height burning down that continent once again.

And to the present day, you have seen a poorly-topped clown become the most powerful man in the world.

But you have also seen Carthage survive, Cao Cao winning the Red Cliffs, the Mongols getting raped, the Aztecs invading Europe, Martin Luther getting crucified, Russians owning Turkish slaves in harems, ruling a new Byzantium and Hitler winning the Second World War. In fact, you have seen more than a million of these scenarios, each one in their own microcosm of existence.

You are the collective unconscious of /his/-history and humanities. You are the Master Historian, Observer of Possibilities, the Owner of the Library Without an Exit and Greatest Edgelord of the World and the Underworld.

You have seen an interesting green portal, so of course, you have entered it.

(cont.)