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From the guy that brought you Civ thread, new beginnings, its Assassin's Creed: Time.

It is October 25th, 1415 near the town of Agincourt, Assassin Charles, watches over the battlefield on high ground. English and French alike are gearing up for battle in their respective camps. Some forces have already taken up positions in preparation for the battle to come. Sitting over the high ground, you know your mission, find the Sword of Eden, and figure out a way to get it. You have absolutely no idea which King has the sword, English or French. Will you pick a side?
>A. Join the English
>B. Join the French
>C. Do not join anyone, just watch from afar
>D. Write in

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Nope not a civ, a quest!

You get to decide your race and culture but other than that, I will be writing a lot, you however will be given dialogue options to choose from and some based on your skills.

Combat will use the Dynamic 3d10 system
Explanation: Battle begins, all of you come up with a THREE step plan.
Example: Parry with shield
Knock him over
Axe to the head
I will select each person to roll each part and based on their respective success I will write out what happens and then you either keep with the plan or write out a new one. Cover, corners, ambushes all apply so sometimes a three step plan may just be: Get to cover, shoot arrow, run

Skill list will be up after you choose your race and then culture!

Let's start with race:
Dwarves
Eagles
Elves
Hobbits
Men
Drúedain (primitive Men)
Orcs
Goblins
Spiders

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Your trip to Hermia station Qiel was mandatory; It was that time of the year to check on some documents and other issues. A 'D-32'.

You left your mining ship to a small crew of five who intended to see if you broke any TVEE regulations, It was part of the D-32. You had no other choice really; it was not like they would steal anything from it; any sort of punishment in Hermia domain was severe even for them.

You headed straight to Legalization offices with a handful of documents and permits. Thankfully, It was not a busy day. Once it was your turn, you approached the office.

It was rare to see a Wezekan bound to some Hermia office;This arachnid race served Hermia as agile and vicious Soldiers but in hindsight, their multitasking capabilities would be more than welcome in a mundane job like this. Like All Wezekans, He had four pointy legs , four arms and a vestigial one on his back. His body hair -which covered everything but his eyes and maw- was a mixture of dark blue and bright yellow in some neat patterns.

His name was Xzgrt, you weren't sure how to pronounce that. he wore a grey, tidy suit will blue lining like most of Hermia's officers. While his office was simple, cold and grey, His desk was a bit messy with pillars of Holofiles entombing his nine-eyed face. He wasn't aware of your arrival until you gently knocked on the door.

"Kzzkt Wxz Vks-" The Wezekan cleared his throat, His facial hair trembling "Aa-apologies, It takes some time to get senpai-iliaar to speak Hermia? Hermyaxz? I spent Sxzty years in my homeworld in a bigger offyce, Hermia might be cruex but they do respect some aspects of the worlds they...acquire. They didn't force their languaye too much."
>I am here for D-32 [Give him your documents]
>You should keep these thoughts to yourself
>[Agree with him]
>[Disagree with him]
>Write in

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Your name is Jacklyn, once a prominent scout for the kingdom of jelina. During a scouting patrol of Jelina’s borders you noticed a fishy looking encampment with a sickly green glow. Wandering over, your feet crunched beneath the fresh snow. Upon nearing the encampment you were immediately hit by the smell of rotting flesh and blood. Recoiling from the stench of it all you vomited on the pristine snow. From inside the encampment you heard a whisper; “Noise....check...”

Against better judgement, you decide to investigate closer. At the first sign of danger you would turn and run, this was just for the sake of scouting. Finding the area empty, you decide that this should be easy enough. You could see if they had armaments, what supplies they held for winter, maybe who they were or where they came from. Simple enough, you’ve done this many times before.

Going to one of the seemingly silent tents first, you took a quick peek inside. The darkness inside should have tipped you off; it was as if even light ceased to exist and prevented you from viewing what was inside. There was a voice in your head telling you to run, that this is a terrible idea. Either carried on by blind courage or dumb curiosity, you slipped into the tent.
Inside, you felt exposed and weak. It was as if you had wandered out into an open field, and a hundred hungry eyes were staring at you. The inside was incomprehensibly larger than you could have imagined, like you entered somewhere unknown. With one unsteady foot forward, you took your first few steps. The fact that you could stand up straight and move forward this far should have been impossible, these seemed like simple sleeping tents.

You had traveled around in the night before, but the darkness in here was something entirely foreign. Try as you might, your eyes couldn’t adjust and you couldn’t even see the hand brought up to your face. Something was afoul, something that should have told you to run away and never turn back. Even if you had tried to leave the exit was lost in the blanket of darkness behind you. Reaching out, you attempted to locate the leather wall, but your touch fell to nothing. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t anything you had experienced or even heard nought a whisper about before.

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I'm getting tired of making NotQuesty comics so I'm going to take a small break from them. However, I have recently bought a new tablet and I want to get better at drawing so I want to make something new.

This quest will not be part of the NotQuesty world. It will be its own thing.

Everything in this quest will be made up, characters, pokemon, trainers, gym leaders,evil team. Everything will be original.

If you want to use old pokemon, make it a new type like an alolan form.

I will not be using characters from other media or real life.This will be like making a new pokemon adventure.

I'm going to try to make this series more detailed so comics will probably come out later than sooner and will probably be more shorter.

So let's begin.

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Bob's nuclear reactor blows up destroying all the crap he built.

LAST THREAD >>522016

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Call me Ishmael.

Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - a great calamity struck the world. The sky closed and the earth shook and the cities of men crumbled into dust. And all the world was encased in a vast dungeon, and all the people therein, entombed.

No one knows why or how this happened. None are alive now who remember the great cities of man, the pure blue of the summer sky, the feel of real sunlight. These things exist now only in legend, in a space without living memory.

Now men claw and scratch for their daily bread. They pay for their small enclaves of civilization with blood. They fight ceaselessly against the waves of monsters and myth and nightmares made real.

For most, life is a wretched and short existence. But a few find solace and freedom in the maze. And there is power and wealth and secrets beyond imagining if one but braves the dangers to find and take them.

Who am I? Just a wanderer, a seeker of secrets -- the greatest of which is the mystery of my own birth.

This my tale. Welcome to The Megadungeon

Last Thread: >>500552

My wanderings have lead me to the southern wall of the Kaleat Alhadid -- a network of castles separated by a maze of pits and walls. There are rumors that a powerful warlock has taken up residence here. This warlock may know something about my birth.

Thus far I've encountered and attracted the attention of a band of lizardmen, wounding the leader, or Khan, and killing three others.

The Khan and his lizardmen were close to capturing me, but with the help of a demon-possessed prisoner named Omel (whom I freed), the lizardmen were routed. Subsequently Omel turned on me and tried to kill me but somehow (and I'm still not clear how) I was able to convince him to leave me in peace.

After discovering the main keep, I found a map, lost an eye and almost died (and I'm still not entirely out of the woods yet).
Refer to last post: >>513102

A surprise late-night session, since I can't sleep. If no one shows up we'll just continue tomorrow morning as usual

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Hey guys sorry for vanishing off the face of the earth things have gotten a little crazy but they're fine now! Anyhow welcome to Chargin Chuck RPG. Where you the anon right there are the Chargin Chuck on a quest to gather all 8 of legendary footballs to promptly smash Bowsers' shit. Last time we agreed to help out madam Fiore with her daddy issues while our pals Rocky and Ivan sneak through the base of Mobster boss Carne.

Here is the post from the last post I made

"With the first turn of the fight belonging to chuck, he does what chucks to best, taunt the fuck out of their opponent! He points to the big man Carne himself and says.

"LISTEN HERE OLD MAN YOU MAY THINK YOU'RE HOT SHIT BUT LEMME TELL YOU WHOS ACTUALLY HOT SHIT! YOUR DAUGHTER AND AT THE END OF THE DAY SHE'S GONNA BE GARGLING ON MY BALLS AFTER I'M DONE CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

Carne is stunned and Chuck then points to Lakithunda

"AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT? DRIVING SOME FISHER-PRICE(TM) UFO? HOW ABOUT YOU GET OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I FEED YOU TO THE DOGS!"

Lakithunda is also stunned, Chuck then looks at the Chuckgloom

"AS FOR YOU...look as one chuck to another I'd feel like a total douche if I fought ya. How about you come over here so I can buy you a drink and we can share our stories of chucking and what not."

Chuckgloom responds.

"Oh gosh..I've never had anyone call me their "fellow chuck" before! Sure pal I'm with ya!"

Chuckgloom happily runs over to Chuck's side where chuck then says.

"Alright pal before we go I need you to turn around for me it's a surprise!"

Chuckgloom: "Oh boy oh boy! I sure love surprises sure pal!"

He then turns around awaiting further instructions.

Chuckgloom: "Heya pal..what's the surprise anyway?

Chuck: "Oh it's something I'm sure you'll get a KICK out of!"

Chuck then winds up a powerful kick and sends the Chuckgloom flying into lakithunda."

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In the late seventies through the early nineties, drug violence in South America only continued to escalate. A successful revolution by the IRA in Ireland encouraged similar revolts in central Africa that devolved into decades-long civil wars, and resulted in a USSR faction in the Russian government. Human trafficking for both the organ and the sex trades exploded between south-east Asia and eastern Europe. In the face of such chaos, government run militaries and various agencies were too caught up in red tape to be effective. Frustrated with procedure causing a lack of results, the wealthier citizens of the world turned to someone who would not be weighed down by the bureaucratic process.

Now, in 2032, the private military industry is a widely accepted fact of life, a necessary evil for the security of the world. While some resent these men for what they represent, still more turn to them when government forces would fail.

You are Jan Kowalski, a Polish special forces operator turned private military contractor. In return for cash and other liquid currency, you, and men like you, go places national militaries refuse, and that local police forces avoid.


Quest Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Contractor+Quest
Last Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/486853/
Stat Sheet: http://pastebin.com/84MTDvaB
Quest Info: http://pastebin.com/eQ2EDWhB
Quest World WIP: http://pastebin.com/KX8ZGstM
Handler's Twitter: twitter.com/ContractorQM

Last time on Contractor Quest: you stole a bed, met a living legend, and got a tour of the Titan

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Hello and welcome to an idea of mine!

Let's try and make the wheel, tools, iron and pottery. Let us learn how to herd and grow. Let us clash spear upon spear in this ancient history civ!

First off: Shall we choose where to start?

Africa
Near/Middle East
South Asia
East Asia
South America
Classical Antiquity

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Your name is Cyrus Stannis. 4 days ago someone killed the High Priestess. It was your job to protect her. For your failures, you have been sentenced to death. You are currently kneeling before the headsmen and have been granted some last words.

>Scream curses and resist, it's not like you have something to lose

>Make a witty comment, not like you much else to say.

>say nothing, you have nothing to say

>other

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This is Quintin Quest. He is a completely unremarkable young adult with no real distinguishing features. You will be guiding him on his journey navigating his way through the social scene of his new town. First things first, you need a place to stay. Let's look online for any places with a room for rent.

>"Konnichiwa! We have some extra room available! Desu~" -Andy
>"No blacks, no Mexicans, no fags, no hippies. Smoking is okay." -Paul
>"No fun allowed. Absolutely no exceptions." -Vince
>"Room for rent. Please be normal." -Spencer

Who will you live with for now? Be warned, whoever you pick, you're going to be spending a lot of time with their circle of friends.

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Recap: Last thread, Valornia has made some gains tech wise, talked with a Slverian Captain, Krištof, about relations between the two countries, the allure of evolutionary stones in exchange for weapons and armor. Valornia has also got in contact with Meriden and Molkasia and has started to trade with Molkasia, 1 shipment of 300 Láska-Stárek for a whole bunch of berries. The Secret Guard are now in the midst of operating to undermine opposition in Karovia for secession in the northern lands, centered around the city of Czeladź.

Basis of the Quest:

You, the players, are in control of the great nation of Valornia, a state founded by the Skorupi and Yanma tribes long ago. In this world, Pokemon are the only sentient beings and as such, civilization grows on their backs.
These days however, the time of the guilds of yore and small separated towns are long gone, replaced by kingdoms and empires ruled over by a king or queen, casting stability over the land with power, might, religion and politics.
One of your main goal is to ensure the continuity of the state, prosperity of its people and the security of its land through those very same measures:
Military might, political savvy, economic power and stability of the nation.

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Thread Archive - Read here to understand - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pokemon%20civ%20evo
General Civ. Stats - http://pastebin.com/B4bgBxNn
Military Stats - http://pastebin.com/K5ydbEM8
Twitter - @Artic_Kobold

---Current Actions Underway---

TECH -| Lanturn Orbs - 3
TECH -| ---
MILITARY -| Sniper Scope - 1
MILITARY -| Water Cannon - 3
POLITICAL -| Political Survey - 1
POLITICAL -| ---
SOCIAL -| Survey, Western Continent, Resources - 4
ESPIONAGE -| ---

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In the last chapter, Zheng Li meets with an old acquaintance. He opens up mutual good relations with Tao Qian, and seeing through Mi Zhu's small deception, passes his test of character. Hearing of Yellow Scarves attacking Liang province and Sun Jian attacking Liu Biao, Zheng Li is given a difficult decision either to take Liang or aid Sun Jian. He chooses the latter, and fighting several battles, defeats Liu Biao so that Sun Jian may return home. In the last moment Sun Jian is driven to a trap by Huang Zu but Zheng Li saves him. The two vow friendship.

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This quest is an RPG-styled game following the Three Kingdoms period of China and the novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms by Luo Guangzhong. You play as a fictional character following through the events of the Three Kingdoms and hopefully rising to become an important player of with the famous figures. You will start off as a no-name, average character who can rise up through effort. Most of the characters and story will follow the events of the novel first, history second, the RoTK games third, and only a very small part will come from the Dynasty Warriors games (Mostly character personalities if suitable).

The goal of the game is to create an interesting story more so than win. While this game will not be harsh, mistakes and carelessness may result in the loss of your faction and even the death of your character. Sometimes circumstances may be unfair as not even Zhuge Liang could not save his kingdom after Shu lost Jing province. Still, thinking and common sense should get you through. Whatever the case, my goal is to hopefully see you create an interesting story more than conquering the entirety of China.

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Character info: http://pastebin.com/yDvYKdAk
Force info: http://pastebin.com/0e7vF6mZ
Market: http://pastebin.com/YwtG4Bjm
twitter: https://twitter.com/RainsArpeggio

Last thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/493271/

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Welcome to Starborn Quest. You are Purps.

Apparently you're a rarity in this world; a Starborn able to fight but unaligned in the ongoing struggle between The Republic and The Rebels. Which, while it's nice to be special is a bit of a drag considering you don't know your name, home, date of birth or have any memories at all besides one about climbing a tree.

You've also realzied you're emotionally crippled. Having only a few emotions available to you is a bit taxing. Despite your weirdness you've agreed to be a bodyguard for some old man who was getting attacked by Rebels in exchange for food and cigarettes.

Now you've successfully went undercover and worked out who mugged your boss after some good old fashioned violence. You and your friend Honamurei have neded up in her house, since you can't do anything until the morning.

You shed your disguise as quick as you can, while Honamurei undyes her hair and reduces her breasts and height. You have about 10 minutes before you're allowed to look in her general direction without being a pervert.

> [CURIOSITY] Ask where you can sleep

> [CURIOSITY] Ask if you went too far when fighting

> [GRATITUDE] Thank her for helping clear Doc's name

> Write-In