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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhWASLjUAaw

The war for cybertron has reached it's close, and the Transformer race has fallen from grace.

With the Autobots in Exile, and the Decepticon leader Megatron in pursuit of the last Prime, Cybertron has fallen under the rule of a Cold, Brutal dictator.... Shockwave

Most of Cybertrons citizens, still shell-shocked and left with their lives in tatters have been forced under the Decepticon banner one way or another. After all, the prospect of living another day outweighs that of being dragged off to the pits of Kaon... or one of Shockwaves many laboratories, now in plain view in every major Cybertronian city.

With the lifeblood of cybertron drained by both sides, and the core sent into hibernation, the Decepticons control all the remaining significant Energon reserves, 95% of it's surface, and have begun sculpting society into their twisted mantra of perfection, and the survival of the strongest.

But hope still remains, some have rejected the perfection Shockwave and the Decepticons have enacted upon Cybertron... Free spirits, Turncoats, Veterans of the war, and of course Autobots that chose to remain behind now adapt and fight a guerrila war against a merciless and calculating Tyrant...

You are one of those who choose to stand up and fight for freedom...

So soldier... What is your name and your origin?

(Hey, this is my first quest thread I've ever attempted... so bear with me if I am slow)

(Also, it might be easier if we decided upon one transformer's story rather than everyone going for their own as I might have difficulty juggling multiple stories)

(I'll explain more of the quest rules as we go... just thought I'd see if anyone was interested.)

Name;
>Write in

Origin:
> Decepticon, former
> Autobot, member of the Wreckers
> Autobot, Stayed behind
> Disillusioned veteran (either side)
> Business owner, former/current
> Enforcer, Former
> Write in

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Cattle die, kindred die,
Every man is mortal:
But the good name never dies
Of one who has done well

Cattle die, kindred die,
Every man is mortal:
But I know one thing that never dies,
The glory of the great dead

~Vereingjar proverb

Welcome to the second thread of Vereingjar Quest! Your name is Erland, a combat medic currently serving on a Vereingjar frigate. During your latest mission something went south. Twelve brave men and women got dropped on an alien planet with orders to raid the aboriginal creatures inhabiting it; half of you survived. After being put in charge you managed to get the dysfunctional group of survivors to safety in, more or less, one piece. Now your story continues.

Character sheet: http://pastebin.com/W1aYZr7A

Last thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/492711/

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Cont from >>48972523
Long story short:
People from old city of Exerre ran away far from their homes due to enemy raids and to seek new, better land to settle on. They can still trade with old city if it survives.
The city-state of Exerre was one day very prosperious and strong but waged too many wars at once to gain new lands. Enemies destroyed their army and started to ravage their lands. Our people are now far away from them but they can seek to settle nearby in future.


What to do now?
A) Improve defence
B) Start farming
C) Collect resources
D) Go exploring
E) Research
F) Other

Leader: Tiberius kreigmann - Old general from Exerre's army
Population: 33 20 men, 10 women, 2 male kids, 1 female kid
Defences: Wooden wall
Resources: 5 wood
Tech: Basic farming,
Food: 12, farm that can sustain up to 35 settlers

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"Oh come on... Tell me I didn't just spent three hours of my precious free time just for... That !"

The first voice you ever hear, instead of being a motherly tone gently humming to you, is the visibly pissed of sqeeking of what seems to be an androgynous teenager with pointy ears and a weird fashion sense.

"Can it even talk ?"

He is sitting in a wooden armchair and a starving woman, wearing a white silk robe, is gently waving a fan next to him. Her gaze is lost in void, as if her mind left ages ago. The egocentric twat leans towards you to observ you.

You suddenly feel like a disgusting insect is crawling up your eye socket and scream in pain while the magic mangling your mind search for all the details of what, in essence, you are.

And what are you ?
Female ? Male ? Is this question irrelevant ? What do you look like ? After all, as a creature built by the decadent magic of the Fae, you could be anything really. But nothing too frightening for them. They are corrupted by sin. Not stupid.

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Let's just move here.

Year 4 starts.

Holy Empire flees to the south in a desperate attempt of survival.
No ceding allowed.

The dice we will use is
dice+1d99999

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We talk threads that are dead from poor op.

Maybe op is not kill and people know.

Maybe op read and tell is op is not kill

Maybe someone tell us op is kill...

"no"

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https://twitter.com/ThunderheadQM

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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"So, how do you think the repairs are going?" Zeus ask as the pair of you stood in the line in the mess hall. You had landed yesterday evening only to be told that your bird needed some serious overhaul, the strain of TOPGUN's flight schedule had taken it's toll on your bird. And today you had gone up on your first training flight in someone else's jet, your jet was still undergoing repairs at the time.

Then again, you weren't the first person to suffer aircraft related problems. The flight schedule had been upped from 2 flights per day to 3 just after your scramble training with flight 32. And in correlation more aircraft started suffering mechanical problems. Davenport, the worst pilot in TOPGUN had also suffered the worst mechanical failure. His bird had suffered a landing gear failure during final approach, he'd been lucky that none of his fuel tanks had ruptured as that would have lead to a massive explosion, which would had destroyed the aircraft and killed him.

Though in any case, you were scheduled to have a flight with Kenji flying on your wing later. The Germans were flying aggressor flights for the USAF, simulating Iranian F-14Bs while their aircraft was undergoing engine replacement and other repairs.

"Hopefully the repairs will be finished by the time head up on our next flight." You responded as the chef passed you back your tray, with actually recognisable food on it.

One of the benefits of being on a state-side base, the food was more recognisable than anything you were served in the fleet.

"Hey here's hoping." Zeus added as he took his tray. "The B 'cat may be more advanced than the A model, but it can't shape up to our bird."

You grabbed a cup of water to go with your food and looked for a place to sit and eat.

Sitting at one table was Slider and Mags, chatting happily. Meanwhile at the other table was Kenji and Tatsuko. They were also chatting, except in Japanese. Though you could also see a number of empty tables, where you eat in peace.

>Sit with the Brits, see how they are doing.
>Sit with the Japs, see how they are doing.
>Sit at one of the empty tables and chat more with Zeus.

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Your name is tyrone. You a gangsta nigga.
Location: Bronx Apartment
Items: cellphone, glock, spear, penis
Actions:
go outside
call a homie
call a hoe
kill self

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Welcome, one and all, to the first ever Spookquest, where we embark on a journey to achieve our life goal: Successfully become spooky enough to frighten somone.

You play the part of Francis "Frankie" Femur, a New Haunt skeleton stuck in an unfulfilling office job with a shitty apartment and only a few hundred spirits in your bank account.

Decisions will be made based on the most popular vote. Occasionally, an event roll will happen to see if anything pops up in Frankie's life.

It's currently 6am on a Monday mourning. What will we do?

>A. Get up and go to work
>B. Chill out for the day
>C. Get up and explore the city
>D. Other

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>In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, there is only war.

-First to level 5 conquers the galaxy.
-Level gained for killing same level player. 1 wound added per level.
-You must attack the person who attacked you until someone dies.
-1v1 battles.
-LV, attacks, wounds go in each post.
-wounds return after each battle.
-Start with 2 base wounds, 2 attacks.
-2d100 for attacks, 60+ is a hit. 0/100 instant kill.

Dark Sorcery
Chaos: If both your attacks miss and you survive, you can sacrifice a level to deal 3 wounds to your enemy next turn. Level 1 chaos die from this.

Emperor Protects
Imperium: Attack rolls below 25 blocks 1 enemy attack.

Prophetic Visions
Eldar: If your attack is -35 or +75 ignore all enemy attacks, only one attack per turn.

DAKKA, DAKKA, DAKKA
Ork: +2 attack dice per turn, take hits on +45

Hivemind
Tyranid: If attack rolls are within 15 points of each other, add an extra hit. Only applies ifone original roll hits.

Post:
>Name
>Faction / Faction rule
># LV/ #A/ #W

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>(Welcome back to Beacon Hunter quest)

In the last thread, you made you way through the archive ship and stole the data you needed, though you'll still need to sift through it to find exactly what you're looking for. On the way you picked up a strange girl and stole an umbound trinket and a powerful old suit of armor for your new companion. You finally escaped by stealing a fighter class spaceship and teleporting away, narrowly escaping your nemesis Morne.

Archive here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/453245/

Now you find yourself in the Vesua system. Safe for the time being. Most people would have been out of luck in your situation; no space station or port in this system would let a Somnius ship dock unmolested, after all. Most people, however, don't have your experience with archeotechnology or your skills as a Navigator. You are currently taking shelter inside the Vesua system's beacon, recovering your strength and planning your next move.

>focus pool: 13/13

Well, you were doing those things before you were interrupted.

A girl's voice echoes through the cavernous space you're currently waiting in. The sound reverberates against the walls and below the catwalk you stand on, creating the sense that it's coming from every direction. "I got it! I got it!"

The statement repeats, each echo quieter than the last, until the sound stops reaching whatever it is to your side that's reflecting it and the location of its origin becomes apparent. You turn to face Araella as she runs towards you. She holds the contraption you threw together in front of her.

"Check it out." She brandishes the circuit at you.

It's a makeshift thing, modeled after a fleeting memory you had of a training device used by a friend of yours. It's just a battery and homemade speaker, thrown together from the odds and ends Araella cannibalized from the archive ship. They're attached together in order to create a circuit. Well, almost create a circuit. The key is that it's broken. The Navigator-in-training is supposed to complete it.

Araella sets the broken circuit down in front of you, then sits down beside it. She closes her eyes. You know what's coming. You look to your trinket and allow yourself to become aware of your surroundings, expanding your mind. As you do, the area around you comes into painfully sharp focus. The walls around you and the catwalk seem to contort, twisting into impossible shapes. The space between you and them appears to intermittently fracture and repair itself. The whole experience would be surreal if you hadn't been in a beacon before. As it is, this is nothing new to you. You take your attention off your bizarre surroundings and direct it towards the broken circuit instead, its lack of abnormal characteristics contrasting harshly with the environment around it.

>1/3

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It has been 2 hours...

You have been sitting at this bar for the past 2 hours. Why?

You're mundane life has been getting you down lately, and you want to do something about it!

But what will that something be?

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Your protagonists will die, permanently, but fear not! Before each hero embarks on their quest to free the land from evil, they marry and have children, ensuring their bloodline will not die with them, and providing the next intrepid adventurer to follow in the footsteps of their ancestors when they come of age.

Unfortunate and stupid heroes might face insta-kills, unwinnable situations, and general doom. The best and brightest will slowly progress through the dungeon, but will still likely face their inevitable death.

No one hero will beat the dungeon, only by building up a strong family of heroes, investing in your hometown/stronghold to acquire better resources, passing down knowledge, wealth, and loot.

Last time on legacy quest:
>Willow fell through the floor of the dungeon, bringing her closer to her goal, but landing her in a Dwarven city!
>Hosted by a somewhat manic dwarven smith, she's discovered that in order to move further into the dungeon she requires access to a portal in the town Administrator's office.
>She's been dragged into the politics and civil turmoil of the city, and has been presented with a few options to get to the Administrator's office, and thus, the portal...

So, faced with Ferelda, the less conservative guard captain's offer, Willow must give an answer:

>I will help you (Infiltrate Hightown, and arrest the Administrator. Although he will likely face minimal punishment due to his power, it's better than Vycek's vigilante punishment idea.)
>I will not help you (Vycek's offer was better. I can't let a corrupt official, who has been stealing from the people, get away with only a slap on the wrist. Better he face the "unofficial" justice of a sharp blade.
>I'm not interested. (These aren't my problems, I'll to find my own way to the portal, even if it is heavily guarded, and in a part of town I can't gain access to.)

Note that if siding with either Vycek or Ferelda, this doesn't stop you from deviating from their respective plans later, with whatever consequences that might cause...

Old thread, for context: >>476945

I will have to disappear for a small while later, but I aim to keep the thread running (with occasional breaks) for a long time. Let's make the 10th thread a good one!

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In this episode of AvP quest we will go back a little bit. We will learn what Lady Xeno Waifu's backstory is. What she did in the hive. And how she joined our intrepid crew.

Just for referance, here's the other 5 parts of this saga:

Part 1: http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/43906997/#43912005
Part 2: http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/43944003/#43944003
Part 3: http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/43980016/#43980016
Part 4: http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/44089403/#44089403
Part 5: http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/45155518/#45155518

Now, let's fucking GO

...

You are a lady xenomorph. You've woken up in this room of your hive. It's a little run down from the time your queen murdered all the humans that lived here with facebabies, but it's still a pretty good place for you to crash. If anything, this is probably the most well kept room in the hive. It even has working books. But anyway, today is another day, how do you start it?

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A tower appeared over night. No one knows what's inside it. I go there now to discover its secrets.
>pick class
>pick Sex
>pick race (Human, dwarf, beast-kin)
>Pick personal memento