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Forewarning, this is my first quest, so feel free to correct me if I do something wrong.
You are a greenskin, part of a savage race of fighters and brutes that pillage and raid the lands of men to the south. All your relatively short life, you have known only that might makes right. You and your tribe, encamped in a small valley to protect against the biting north wind, have been led by your boss, Graz Bluetoof. He is, of course the biggest orc in the encampment, and rules with an iron fist.
But first off, who are you?
>ORC: You are an orc, strong and bull-headed, you enjoy chopping your enemies to bits up front and punting any unfortunate goblin that gets in your way. You feel at home rushing against your enemies head-on, but you're not above sneaking up on an enemy if it means killing more of them.
>GOBLIN: You are a small goblin, cunning and used to abuse by your larger cousins. You think you can keep your self in a spear-line, but you are more competent with a bow, sling or knife, preferring to catch your enemies unawares.
>TROLL: You are a monstrous troll, giant, fearsome, and thick as mud. Your small mind is entirely consumed by the thought of food and bloodshed. Your knowledge of tactics and warfare boils down to hitting smaller things until they die.
I'll make a tally vote for the races once there's some interest.
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Alright, one for an orc
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Yeah let's be an orc.
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‘Ooyodo, relieve this man of his position.’
Startled, he slides his feet off the table in one swift movement, almost dropping on his back at the sudden jerk. Ooyodo, who you’d just called out to moments ago, doesn’t respond to your call, although judging by the expression on the face of the Chief, it’s not that far from moving into a probable zone of agreement with your proposition of his removal.
He clumsily straightens his table, giving you a forced smile and a wave of his hands, conveying that it had not been a serious proposition of exchange – at least, that’s what you think he’s getting at.
‘Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, let’s not get trigger-happy here!’ The Chief waves his hands wildly, occasionally throwing a glance at something – probably Ooyodo – behind you. ‘I was only joking, ease up.’
‘I’d rather you to stick to a safe spot when it concerns inquiries on the undergarments of my subordinates, Chief.’
That roguish exterior returns, and he leans over the table, smirking again.
‘Why?’ He snickers smugly, eyes shining. ‘She your woman?’
He hits very close, but weeks of building up a resistance against Kaga’s jibes make them nothing more than hot air and verbal pebbles.
‘If she is my woman, Chief,’ you lean in yourself, propping your elbows on the table, ‘wouldn’t you think it would have been a stupid decision to ask me for her panties in her first place?’
He puffs his cheeks, looking thoughtful.
‘Fair enough, sir.’ He answers with a nod, dropping back into his seat. ‘Still, I can’t give you what you’re asking for.’ He folds his arms, giving you ‘Regardless of the what and the why, the patrol schedules are classified and for my eyes only. I can’t release the documents to you without due cause.’ He taps the table a few times, his lips thinning into a line. ‘Mind enlightening me on this investigation?’
‘I’d think that as the head of MP operations, you’d know.’ You throw back – a little more harshly than you’d intended.
‘Come on, Commander – we’re not going to get anywhere playing it cool.’ He chuckles, leaning casually on his elbow. 'You help me so I can help you. That's how this game works, yeah?'
You consider your next words.
>Share your findings and suspicions
>Ask him if he knows anything in regards to the incidents
>Don’t share anything with him (LEAVE)
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You relent. Even if you had a personal dislike of him – which you most definitely do, given his demeanor and manner of conduct in the last several minutes – it would be hypocritical and stupid on your part to withhold information; whatever his behavior had been and disagreeable as he appears to be at the current moment, you still needed his help. Besides, you don’t think he’d, of all people, been the mastermind behind the attacks.
He didn’t seem that petty to be someone who’d beat up someone and chew a bao just to rub it in.
You bite your lip, stopping yourself – maybe he did, actually.
‘There’ve been attacks on the crew working the commercial district in the last few days.’ You explain, leaning back into your chair. The demeanor of the Chief doesn’t change one bit, in fact, he does look thoughtful – and most of all, curious. You go on, tapping the table absent-mindedly. ‘I have reason to suspect that the MPs patrolling the areas at the time of the attacks have knowledge of those responsible.’
He copies your manner, leaning back and raising a hand to his chin. He raises his eyes to your one good one and back to the desk – he takes a file out from the bottom of the messy stack, dislodged from its sorted state by the wild movement of his foot before. Despite appearing to be a boor, you suspect there's a bit more to him than panty requests; he opens the folder, frowning.
You don’t say anything – you suppose he’s taking your inquiry into the matter seriously and doing some checks of his own.
‘So, what do you think?’ He suddenly grins, shoving the folder right under your nose. ‘Check it out.’
Your eye immediately wonders to the folder – which concealed, of all things, a gravure model catalog, with girls barely out of their teenage years in provocative poses and barely two weaves of clothing between them – and reel over not so after, so surprised are you by the sudden exposure.
It isn’t so much the nature of the object… but in broad daylight, in public… it was a moronic thing to do in the workplace, as makeshift as it is.
‘What in the world are you doing?!’ You hiss in a low voice as he frowns, taking back the folder and the magazine within, lest you tear it in half – which you really are about to, your patience running out fast. ‘Do you – ?’
‘Chill, Commander, I’m just trying to break the ice.’ He harrumphs, as if you had been the one acting out of line. ‘You could do with a few jugs, if you know what I me – !’
‘I don’t need to break the ice.’ You cross your arms – you weren’t for that brief instant, though. ‘What I need is information on the attacks on my subordinates; and if you’re not willing to assist me, you can at least hand me over something that can.’
He looks thoughtful… and hands you over the magazine again.
You count backwards from 10 again.
>Play his game (Take the magazine)
>Press him (Roll a 1d6 each)
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repostin'
while we wait and what not a resume on investigation:
-our boys attacked while using shortcuts outside the controled area ("ruined town")
-our boys are ex-thugs, so whoever atacked has to be pretty strong
-he was not seen or heard and attacked by the back, it can be supposed it just one person
thats the facts i managed to catch so far
it could be a disgrunted MP (as they dont have us in good eyes, and are strong enough), a town citizen (can be strong enough, and vengence is one hell of a motive) or a hired thug (theorie goes from the yakuza or the slimeball major who tried to fuck with us)
i think i got it right
Oh shit nigger(s) it's a /qst/ civ thing.
5 tribes inhabits a nondescript generic fantasy land: the human barbarians, the orc nomads, the treehugging elves, the cave dwelling manlets (goblins, kobolds and imps) and the greedy dragons.
Each tribe gets up to 8 players to guide them through the tribal era and hopefully not die while advancing their culture, technology n shit.
Just give yourself a name to identify which tribe you belong to. Ex: "Elf Faggot"
Each tribe gets 2 actions. The first action can be a regular action (ex: scouting), a cultural action (ex: declare pants are gay) or a tech action (ex: sharpen sticks to make spears). The second action is an extra that differs for each tribe. Humans and Orcs gets an extra regular action, Elves and Dragons gets an extra cultural one while manlets get an extra tech.
After consulting with your team members, reply to my post with your turn.
Currently, Turn 37 has started and no recap for each tribe has been made
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Let's do this.
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WHERE MY MANLETS AT?
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Here I am.
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Zombie Apocalypse Quest Chapter V (cont.) 2016-08-29 17:54:12 Post No.518454
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Zombie Apocalypse Quest Chapter V (cont.)
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You are Robert Susan. A 20-year old ex-NEET now a full-time employee in survive- the-zombie-apocalypse. This is a continuation of the 5th thread, of which I had to cut short for a few days due to some personal reasons. I highly encourage that the 5th thread (of which is linked below) is read first before continuing on this. Now, lurkers and anons, enjoy being a socially awkward zombie slayer.
Chapter I
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/439957/
Chapter II
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/446840/
Chapter III
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/465293/
Chapter IV
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/485707/
Chapter V
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(Cut short by my brief...hiatus?)
Here ya go:
Another victory, another trial
And a shitload of more pain, you think.
"Just to make sure...you don't have telepathic control over...them now that you're halfway there?” you ask. “I’m sure that's been in a few movies.”
“Nah, man,” says Viking Lord Clog Puncher. “Those are the Voodoo priests that summoned them- bokors. They aren't dead.” Gerald chuckles at this.
“Thank you. Now I don't have something to look forward to. But no, Robert, I can’t. I’ve tried, believe it or not.”
“Just asking,” you say resigned.
No one responds. Now, in this Hell-turned-Earth, questions become too overwhelming. And answers too scarce.
The atmosphere feels heavy, the tonnage of silence dragging it down. Gerald steps forward and you wince. Human still or not, he was bitten and his appearance insists the worst. He catches your reaction and hesitates for a second, a flash of hurt visible in the dim glow of the candlelight. He shakes it off and claps his right hand onto your shoulder.
“You’ll survive longer than me. I know it. But...” he pauses. “If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Don’t become the monsters you fight, Robert. Don't discard your humanity. And good luck.”
You only nod. The words passing through your ears like wind through a tunnel. You’re too tired, or already too dead.
On second thought, you’ll go alone. But they’ll never approve of this choice, however being your body. You’ll need to do this quick and quiet. Question is, how will you do it? Your muscles ache like they've been methodically sliced open and shoved back under your skin. And every time you move too much, they begin to flare with the intensity of hosting tiny, flaring suns.
“Harry,” you croak. “Can you bring me back to my apartment? It's on the sixth floor.”
“Sure, Robert.”
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You bid farewell to the three, and the two of you return in a struggle up the stairs, you by this feeble body and him by the burden of that feeble body. You look once over your shoulder, the candlelight shrouding the three in an eerie and luminous glow. Marked. They wave, they salute, and they return to their conversation of hushed whispers. All among the hungry screams of the dead beyond a door and their furious banging that follows in suite. Every bang succeeding in causing you to flinch. Like war drums, the dead announce their coming. And your inevitable demise.
By some terrible causality, you know they cannot be stopped.
Only delayed.
Harry does not speak for the entirety of the climb. For that, again, you are grateful. You need to think now, not exchange meaningless words in an attempt to make equally meaningless conversation. You approach the end of your climb, as ascertained by the faint glow of dancing flames on a number 6 in black flourish. Beside it, the entrance into the 6th floor. He grunts as he heaves you up the last flight of stairs, and you yelp at every greater exertions on your muscles. The two of you stop for a breather at the top, the platform just before the door. You bid a silent farewell to the candles, and they flicker in response as if to wave back. Still dancing for now, then, and for what may come. Harry moves to push on the metal door, its hinges squealing from age and it's shadow washing across the walls.
And the infant flames whisper secrets in your ears.
Voices fill the silence once more. People still whisper worries and concerns. Their faces stricken with angst and anxiety. Their bodies move with nervous energy.
“Down there,” you tell Harry. He nods.in compliance.
You come to your door. Familiar. It's particular gleam on its particular doorknob. Mirroring your head in comical proportions. You pay your body for keys. You couldn't find them earlier down at the lobby. But now you find them in a small pockets on the inside of your coat. Small enough to prevent any movement, and jingling of brass against brass that may otherwise get you killed when sneaking past zombie hordes. You unzip the pocket and draw out your keys, searching the right one inside the right lock. It one decisive twist and a welcome push by Harry, the door pops open.
“I’ll be okay from here,” you assure Harry. You dumped all your supplies out of your bag before leaving. An unruly pile of things including the water bottles and food cans. You’re not sure if you want to share them just yet.
“You sure?” he asks. You nod.
“Thank for all the help,” you say.
“No problem, Robert,” he says, offering a slanted smile.
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The two of you part and you push your doors open, staggering in and quickly closing the door behind you. People still fill the halls outside. You fall into a wall for support.
Bike, check. Knife, check. Multi-tool, check. Bag, check. No machete or flashlight, check.
What now?List things you want to get or dk before you leave. Remember not to be so open about leaving. You're working under the assumption that no one will approve of this suicide mission.
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Eat something with a high amount of calories (hopefully with potassium too), we're going to want something in our gut as energy reserves. Drink plenty of water to replenish lost supplies and similarly have a reserve.
To relieve the buildup of acid in our muscles, stretch and massage your muscles for a few minutes. This should help with the burn and aid recovery.
Make sure the knife is clean and sharp. They dull quick.
Find something to use as gloves, if you have no actual gloves. Stuff some extra clothes into your shirt and pants as padding - reducing your noise AND offering some minor bite protection AND helping with the terrible chill.
Take some computer cables and stuff them into the bag. They can ge used to quickly bind a doorway shut and give you some extra time. Or they can be used to make impromptu trip lines. Make sure only to pack your longest wires.
Leave your apartment keys on the top of your door. If you die, might as well let people in to use supplies you no longer need. Plus, no worries of them slipping out somehow.
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What happened to Gnome? 2016-08-29 08:27:44 Post No.517859
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I've kinda had a rough week, so I decided to find comfort in some old nerd shit. Having instantly remembered Dorf Quest, Kara Quest, Nic Quest, and the amazing Apocalyption I started a search to find them again and found they were never finished sadly. As such I was just hoping if maybe someone knew what had happened to cause the authors to just drop Nic quest and Apocalyption, or better yet if there is some closure to be had storywise.
Reposting from /tg/ cause I'm a dumbass and didn't know this board existed
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Bro do you know what borde his it is for like roleplaying shit dont post here
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Gnome's kinda doing his own thing right now. Sorry to say it, really. I was a huge fan of his. But he's doing bigger and better things so that's good for him.
His stuff is still on tgchan if you wanna read it and he has a tumblr at http://gnome7.tumblr.com/ but he mostly just reblogs stuff.
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Once you were a mighty people. Under leaders who called themselves Dark Lords, Dread Kings, High Emperors, your people swarmed over the world. Vast armies were gathered and sent into the field against the other peoples of the world. Vast lands were conquered, great cities built.
Once.
This is no longer the age of Dark Lords, they now say. After the last and greatest of them was crushed - who puts all their powers in a pendant that could easily be dropped into a lava pool and destroyed, anyway? - your people are now scattered. Leaderless, without allies, you were slaughtered without mercy.
The same enemies that prided themselves on their 'nobility' and 'light' and 'goodness' fell upon men, women and children alike of your people, and soaked themselves with innocent blood. When they tired of killing, they then rounded all the rest they could find, to become slaves. To be worked to death in mines and on plantations.
Some goodness. A goodness that only they deserve, no doubt!
But somehow, through all this, you survived. And not just you - a few of your brethren have followed you into safety and sanctuary. And now you realise that your enemies were right.
This is no longer the age of the Dark Lords.
If you can figure this out yourself, you don't *need* them!
But first things first - so where exactly did you manage to find sanctuary?
> On an island. Built a raft, drifted out.
> In swamplands. Men and others fear the 'sickly' swamps, which is good for you.
> Into mountains. The rough terrain, and your smaller size, means you can easily escape pursuit.
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I vote swamp
>I fucking love swamps in games
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Sigh, another shitty civ.
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> Thanks for your contribution!
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Welcome to kingdoms!!! Where tards battle it out to have the greatest kingdom of all time. To participate you must do the following...
Name of kingdom:
Color:
preferred location on map:
Rules: Everyone starts out with 100 gold and one cannon. You must wait 5 minutes before taking a turn. During a turn you can attack or pass. Upon passing you will earn 50 gold. When attacking, designate which kingdom you would like to fire at. A cannon does 5 damage. You can also buy a cannon for 150 gold. For 100 gold you can buy trumps wall which will defend you upon 1 attack. Have fun
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kingdom: tardland
color: brown (becuase i shit my self)
location: up in da mountains
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You are bob. Bob is building a house. So far he only has a tiny shack. Comment things you want on bob's house.
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here
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A harem in a lavish natural spring
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>test
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Noice thread, I'm in.
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Rolling to spawn Galaxy
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Rolled 44 (1d100)
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You are Subject 108, a.k.a. Whirlpool. You are equipped with state-of-the-art technologies from a reclusive civilization that has mastered spatial distortion. You tend to suffer occasional lapses in memory, emotion and judgement from shifting hormonal imbalances due to a congenital anomaly. You have been sent to the feral planet known as Cymbio IV for a simple task: fetching water, but you are sidetracked by an adventure of your own making.
>Twitter: @guardtemp
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>Dice: Using 1d6 following Roll to Dodge rules (from 1-6: Double Fail, Fail, Partial Success, Success, Improved Success, Overshoot)
>Update Frequency: 2-5 Hours unless I mention otherwise on Discord and on this thread. (3-5 updates a day because I'm a slowpoke)
>Recap: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Whirlpool%20Quest
After looting the dormitory room, your group moved into the Arms Locker to further reequip before you organized a rendezvous with the others. Then you moved into the cafeteria, hoping for a quick dinner, when a cowboy named Sue showed up along with the return of the Megalodon. A long and tedious battle ensued, resulting in Vector being put out of commission. A peaceful yet brief dinner followed. The fruits were tasty.
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Much like the oranges, you tell Errai that Bananas have to be peeled before eaten. It's soft, sweet and not as watery as the orange. You show off some of your Earth trivia by telling her that bananas are propagated differently and that the banana peel is a staple in slapstick comedy.
>"Interesting, Earth culture really is as varied as the archives would say."
Once you've finished your fruit-only meal, you wait for the others to follow suit. It's not that long, the other tables are close if they're not already done. With some more tinkering, you put on your helmet again. Afterwards you ask Aramid and Betelgeuse to gather the others.
What's the plan?
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FFS I never thought I'd make that mistake again
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>>512654
>Retrieve Nicotine and the others
>Keep going anyways
You tell Aramid and Betelgeuse that you and Errai will go out to fetch Nicotine and the others.
You assume that the four of them will be at the dormitory room from earlier, and sure enough, you see the eccentric aspirant from earlier waiting outside.
>"Hello there, Hayley and Nicotine is finishing up on Sue's interrogation. Don't worry though, they won't take too long so why don't we take a few minutes to get to know each other? You sound like a swell lady from what I've heard, I wouldn't mind talking to you. Say, how about you ask me anything? I know a lot about stuff."
>>515178
>Let's morph into a heavy enforcer riot control role.
Your REPAIR MODULE is still recharging, maybe a little more waiting should suffice.Linking discord for passerbys who missed the OP >https://discord.gg/jpqvKh6
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Tell him you're not interested, plan an assault path with the others while Hayley and Nicotine finish interrogating.
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“You see...”, Pam’s voice is deep and soothing, although the speed at which she speaks is a little beyond sleep-inducing, it makes you want to shove a chilli pepper up her ass just to spark some kind of reaction from her, “I have a biiiiig problem and I need someone to help me. I am glad… That you will”.
“Well I-”.
“Thank you”.
You pause for a moment, waiting to see if she has anything to add or whether your turn to speak actually came for real this time. “Well. I don’t think- I need to know what you want me to do, first”.
“Oh. It is very simple”, her smile is as sincere as the way she’s squeezing your hands, which is preventing you from running away, “I need something… My size”.
Well now that is a curious kind of thing.
“See. The houses here. They are… Too small”. She confesses, looking at you in the eye, “They don’t make things. For me. People like me. And… I need a biiiig yard. I have to move. My back hurts, my legs hurt. I can’t take it much longer”.
Of course, that makes sense and it’s exactly what you were thinking. She is at least two metres tall, likely more than that, horns notwithstanding, and she is about as wide as you’d expect a girl of her size to be. She likely weighs a lot, and not just because she’s absurdly stacked but also because you can tell part of the size of her body is due to quite a bit of muscle under that soft layer of chubby herbivore fat. You wonder what she does with it or how she even developed it if all she does all day long is cook.
Then again, it’s not like she can do much else, and she can’t even wag her cow tail without hitting something, which kind of proves her point.
“Can’t you move closer to the edge?”, you suggest, “There’s a couple centaurs that have done that for problems similar to yours”.
“But they help with farming”, she notes, “I can’t. I’m strong, but I’m actually no farmer. I don’t really belong in a farm”. Which sounds odd coming from a giant cowgirl but that’s beyond the point.
“What is it you can do then? Surely something these people can use, they need just about everything”.
“I’m a master of the axe”, she proudly proclaims.
“Axe?”.
“I can build ships of all kinds”, she nods, “Fishing, barge, canoe, I helped build a trireme once, it’s how I apprenticed into the craft”.
And you don’t even have a river passing by. That’s just fantastic. Let alone a supply of wood of the right type to build boats which you don’t even know if you have since you have no idea if she needs a special wood or anything.
You take a good look at the minotaur; she has this sincere smile full of hope...
>”You’d have to move to the lake for that”.
>”You’d have to move to the sea for that”.
>”Can’t you do anything else?”.
>”Why don't you come to the monster brigade headquarters in the meantime?”.
>”Sorry but I can’t help you”.
>Other?
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>”You’d have to move to the lake for that”.
>”Why don't you come to the monster brigade headquarters in the meantime?”.
Woo, problem solving!
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>”You’d have to move to the lake or sea for that”.
>>"What about working as a lumberjack? Or building houses?"
I figure since she can do some shipbuilding, she can probably learn to do other forms of carpentry with a bit of work? Since she has a grasp of how to build shit that doesn't collapse and is water tight. Also she can make her own house for her size then?
Also wow, I just got home, the tweet was posted under a minute ago when I saw it!
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Planetary Governor Quest- part 1 2016-08-28 20:32:32 Post No.515627
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Through a combination of hard work, deception and good fortune you have somehow been granted the title of governor of the Feudal world Tarkon IV. Located in a quiet corner of Segmentum Pacificus, the late governor and the worlds previous government were executed for heresy, however this was almost a century ago, and the Administratum has only just now selected you to become its new governor.
How did you come across your new title?
A. You are a highly decorated General with the Imperial guard, after a successful campaign you have been elevated to nobility and sent to Tarkon IV. You are skilled in war and are able to bring 10 Regiments of your old Imperial guard army with you as your new PDF, however you will need to find a place to settle your men among the locals.
B. You are the second son of a important Imperial noble family, sure you don't get to inherit your fathers highly developed world in Segmentum Solar, but you were getting bored of endless parties and socializing anyways... You are skilled at speaking to people and navigating complex political situations, you start with additional funds and an elite regiment of stormtroopers for personal security.
C. You are a Rogue Trader, granted your families charter, you quickly turned around your dynasty's declining fortunes by joining in the Sabbat World's crusade, leading reconaissance and providing support to the Imperial forces. You are skilled in the using ships, especially when it comes to killing people and moving goods and people through imperial space, you start with a star galleon, and several smaller ships, as well as a small but skilled crew.
D. Other origin(write in)
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HEY NICE QUEST u got there
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Oooh, hopefully this doesn't die like the old Planetary Governor quest.
>A
We're GENERAL MOTHERFUCKING STUBBS now.
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>B. You are the second son of a important Imperial noble family, sure you don't get to inherit your fathers highly developed world in Segmentum Solar, but you were getting bored of endless parties and socializing anyways... You are skilled at speaking to people and navigating complex political situations, you start with additional funds and an elite regiment of stormtroopers for personal security.
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>You radio Porter and decide to meet up for sword practice.
>Along the way you see protests to the monarchy, merchants overcharging for goods, and homeless people.
>You get the sense that something is swiftly changing here in the capital, but you couldn't say what.
>"Ready to get started? I won't go easy on you."
"Porter did you notice the weird stuff that's been going on in the city lately?"
>"I noticed it since we've been here. But I didn't want to say anything. If the monarchy doesn't appeal to these crowds there's going to be a full scale riot. And I doubt we'll want to be here when that happens."
"I-i'm sure it'll be fine."
>You and Porter spar for most of the day.
>As the sun goes down you begin to wear down.
"Phew.."
>"Don't tell me you're giving up?"
"You know I can't fight as well as you! Even with these wood swords, I'm still covered in cuts and bruises.."
>"Try raising your sword a little more, like this."
>Suddenly a woman from behind you.
>Her hands on your arms, firm.
>Voice calm, but strong and commanding.
"W-who are you?"
>"Now go on, your opponent is waiting for you."
>She gives you a shove.
>You raise your sword more.
>It's hard not to think about the injury you'll incur if you fail.
>It's just like when you rush into real battle.
>Only a mistake there might cost you your life instead.
>"Come on, what's the hold up?"
>You ready your sword and come at her.
>You cross blades.
>She's fast, and undaunted.
>It takes everything just to block her attacks.
>The woman from before calls out.
>"Concentrate your efforts and look for an opening."
"I-i can't!"
>"Eyes on me!"
>Porter says smashing her sword hard against yours.
>You press back striking at her.
>She evades.
>Forward thrust, miss, pull back.
>Porter teases you.
>"Hahaha, your swipes are too wide again!"
"Gimmie a break!"
>You strike again, and again.
>"Is that the best you've got?"
>She parries and strikes you.
>Porter shoves you back onto your butt with a press of her sword.
"Hey woman, any advice now?"
>Porter is pointing her blade down at you.
>The woman replies.
>"You can't be so reckless when attacking. You need to critically evaluate your situation and your opponent before lunging your sword at them."
>"She's got a point there Morg, I sure hope that in real fights you haven't been just charging in headfirst."
"Y-yeah.. That'd be crazy.."
>Porter and you laugh.
>You look back.
>The woman from before is gone.
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>It's the next day.
>You're sitting in the hotel room.
>"Morgan, I have something very important I need you to do for me."
"Woah, Dad what's this all about?"
>"It turns out there are more than just scientists vouching for my funding. That military group I mentioned is preparing to take action. But they need funding."
"Dad, I thought you said you weren't in on that stuff?"
>"I'm not. Well, not yet. I've tried to stay out of politics. But.. I feel like it would be worthwhile to invest in a cause. I was approached by a military general the other day. And we had a nice long chat about the state of the current economy."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
>He puts his hand on your shoulder.
>"I'll be honest. I have no idea. But.. Maybe I need someone with a fresh perspective on things."
>You look at him.
"What are you saying?"
>"I'm saying, if you approve of their message, I can lend my backing to it."
>You're at a loss for words for a moment.
"D-dad.. I.. I don't know anything about politics! You can't possibly leave this to me to decide."
>"Morgan, please. Just relax and take your time. Now, I've set you up on a date with a military commander. I've been told she's about your age and has a sparkling record for cleaning up crime and hooliganism in the city."
"W-what? I'm going on a date with the commander of the military?"
>"All you have to do is hear her out. I trust your judgement on whatever you decide."
>You meet the commander on the date.
>Its the same woman that intervened on your sword practice yesterday!
>"Morgan Mortaali is it? It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Cantolide Alquane."
>You shake her hand.
"Thanks for the advice the other day."
>You both take a seat.
>"My pleasure. Now, I've been tasked with answering any questions you may have about the movement."
"I guess I'm just confused. You are the military of this country right?"
>"It's complicated.. See after the reckoning society collapsed entirely. But some of the old blood managed to stick around. Less a military and more a rabble."
"So, are you guys the military then?"
>"Most folk consider us to be. But we've been more politically vocal than we were previously. It's led to us making enemies of the people mostly in charge."
"Who are the people in charge then? Nobles?"
>"Such a disgusting name for them. Most of them are glorified merchants, thieves who've stolen their way to the top. Not that it matters anyway."
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>She folds her leg over running her thumb across her finger.
"What do you mean 'it doesn't matter'?"
>"I'm speaking abstractly. I'm actually a noble myself."
"Wow really? But if you're a noble why would you want to go against other nobles? Did something happen?"
>"Growing up for me.. Was bad."
"Bad? What happened?"
>"Nothing. Nothing ever happened, I had nice parents, and a good homelife. I was never expected to do anything. I never had to work for anything I had."
"I'm confused."
>She laughs.
>"I suppose you would be. As a farm girl you have had to work hard to get where you're at.. Where as I from birth have had everything handed to me."
"I still don't understand? What about having everything you ever wanted is bad?"
>"Think of your every day life. There's a goal isn't there? Something to strive for right?"
"Yeah?."
>"Imagine, if there wasn't anything. And you never had any goals or aspirations. There was simply nothing."
"I've never thought about it."
>"From a very young age I realized I was nothing more than a plastic trophy for the others to gawk at. I had everything, but it was all of those things that bound me. Kept me enslaved."
"That's crazy, I mean.."
>You reach across the table and grab her hand.
"Most people would kill to be in your shoes. You should take pride in where you are."
>"What pride is there to be had in it? Everything I was, it was given to me. I didn't earn it. None of my actions mattered. And so.. I drifted. For years and years I had no purpose at all. Everything felt empty, meaningless. But everything changed when I decided to join the military at 13."
"13? Wow they let people in that young?"
>"The family name was more than sufficient. The way I saw it, my family name took away any purpose I might have had. So I used that name to acquire one."
"Thats.. Pretty ambitious.. How old are you now?"
>"I'm 22. I requested not to be treated differently than any of the other soldiers. And I worked defending the people. Stopping bandits, and monsters from destroying homes and farms."
"You're.. A really cool person Ms. Alquane."
>"Please, call me Cantolide. I can't stand being referred to by my last name."
"Got it. I just think what you've done so far.. It's really admirable. I hope I can be just like you some day."
>She tries to speak but she gets choked up.
>"A-ahem, I um.. I'm flattered. But.. You will help us, won't you?"
"So.. You're sure you want to break this system that's raised you?"
>"It's so weird to see people who clamor toward getting to the top.. They're all so blind. None of them understand.. There's nothing up here! It's empty! They try so hard.. I can't bring myself to tell them, that at the very top.. Is just nothingness."
"But what else is there?"
>"Thats what I want to find out Morgan! I want to make sure no one ever has to live the life that I lived. A life without a goal. Without a purpose. A drifter like the Jellyfish Cnidaria is so obsessed with."
"I um.. M-my decision is.."
>What should I do?
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This is ridiculous. You want to tear apart this society because you were bored growing up? Whoa, check your privilege lady. Bandits have been holding my town to ransom recently, how about you use your military might to make things better instead of plunging the realm into anarchy. Seriously, who is going to be holding of the monsters while you are using the military to take out your daddy issues on the other nobles.
Sorry I know that's out of character. Maybe just point out that our priorities are more toward safety than "justice" or whatever.
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Welcome back to The Garden of Cripples. I created a new thread since the last one went in autosage. A link to suptg/qst will be created as soon as the old thread gets archived.
IN THE LAST EPISODE:
Hisao Nakai, that is you, woke up without his memories. You discovered, however, that you can see the 'death' of things. Haunted by a monster feeding off your vital energy, you fought and defeated him. The price to pay for that victory was exceptionally high, though: Suzu Suzuki, an innocent girl in love with you, hangs now from the noose she crafted for herself.
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The grip on your knife loosens. You're about to let it drop, when...
"Don't. Don't make a sound. Get yourself together, close the door and sit with me". Mutou's words are harsh and dry.
Broken as you are, you mechanically comply. First the monster, then the lines, now this... You're this close to losing it.
"You did well, Nakai. Cold blood and an iron resolve. We could use you in the Demon Hunters".
"Why? Why did she do this? I killed the demon, so what was the point?"
"The point, Nakai, is dying as a human rather than living as a demonhive. Your life is meaningless if you're just the powerless spectator of an horror movie you didn't want to watch". Mutou paused, looking at the dead body of the girl. "She was proud. Don't mourn her".
Slowly standing up, he produces a black bag in which he fits Suzuki's body. "We can't leave this here. We can't afford another scandal at the school".
"So she won't even be buried?", you ask.
"Buried? Why would you bury the living?"
You give up. It's clear that Mutou doesn't feel like explaining now. But before he leaves, you must absolutely know.
>Who are the Demon Hunters, and why does he want you to join?
>What are the circumstances that surround your accident?
>Who was Suzu Suzuki, really?
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>>Who was Suzu Suzuki, really?
I assume we can only ask one
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>What are the circumstances that surround your accident?
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reply with a trip to lay claim to your factions.
I will try to write a history of what has happened later (haliax might help?)
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OK trip done Signehg is Ghengis backwards.
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Stannis, from house Baratheon
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