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WWIII has just ended and Europe is divided between 6 Nations. A Peace has been reached, but for how long?
Players from the /tg/ thread please announce yourself.
New players are welcome as vassal states to the 6 factions remaining.


USING DICE
dice+1d99999
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le name
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>>482931
*7 nations, 7 Factions, soz
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Here, what time tomorrow?

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you a recent dead.

what do you do?
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>>482039
go fuck with some of the living
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>>482109
This
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>>482109
Also this

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Previous Thread: >>443066
Chapter Directory: http://pastebin.com/sgnYBisD

Welcome readers to Scrumptious Calem and Kuudere Serena's Tubular Voyage, a ridiculously wacky over-the-top monster-of-the-week reinterpretation of the plot of Pokemon X and Y! This story has moved from /vp/ after being hosted there since Oct. 2013, if you're new and this is your first time with us, please consider catching up with the dropbox archives in the Chapter Directory for the latest on our lore and inside jokes or sit down and enjoy the ride with little-to-no context whatsoever! Either way, you're in for a show!

Story interactivity is simple: readers will frequently be given ABC-style choices over several intervals in the thread, the choice with the most votes wins and progresses the chapter. Ties are randomized and players are notoriously penalized for simultaneously voting for more than one choice unless otherwise stated. Sometimes, the choice is a "fill-in-the-blank", and you will be tasked with thinking of the ideal scenario for the story to continue ("What do you do next?"). The response that garners the most reader-support often has the best chance of winning. Now enough explanations, any longer and Gen VII will have come out! Enjoy!
Bewear prevo is bleh, sandcastle ghosts are cool, Wishiwashi's gimmick is interesting, Pyukumuku is great, Morellul is cute, Alolan Meowth is gay but the STAB Technician Bite-with-no-drawbacks game is ridiculous, Alolan Marowak is edgy but a cool edgy, Alolan Raichu is a little ugly desu, Team Skull's motives being grounded in reality is a sincere sweet relief.
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["THE CITY OF LIGHT" — LUMIOSE CITY, KALOS REGION]
[AMONG THE SMOKING RUINS OF CAFÉ SOLEIL. . .]
"Haaaaaaawluuuuuuuuuuu!!"

>Luchy used Me First!
>Luchy tried to cut ahead of the opposing Flygon!

>Luchy used Dragon Rush with greater force!

"CHA!"

Luchy spreads his wings wide open and lets out a piercing, passionate caw, gestures fiercely echoed by the dragon spirit enveloping him. And then, in the blink of an eye—he springs forward in a burst of blue energy, a certain antlion in his crosshairs.

"Flllly!!"

Flygon regains control of itself not a moment too soon and mimics Luchy's drive with an ear-shattering screech. Their unbridled tension culminates to peak levels as the two take to the field, instigating a deadly game of cat and mouse where the endgame is to see who can Dragon Rush who first and live to tell about it.

As for who is the cat, and who is the mouse, that's anyone's guess.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UZWTF3VWh4
Even with the sandstorm nearing its dying phases, keeping track of the two is nigh impossible. All you can make out are multiple raging blue flares soaring—zigzagging across the field with zero coherence. Every time it seems like one is going to connect with the other, it fizzles out and misses.

On the upside, it does make for a good show. You've never seen Dragon Rush used this continually before. It's different, not odd different but good different, like it has its own ethereal kind of beauty to it. The way the vibrant, azure flares mystically dance upon the gritty terrain—had this been any other day you'd swear it was a fireworks show.

And like all firework shows, it always ends with a climactic finale.

"HAAAW!!!"

"FLLLLYYY!!!!"

A penultimate surge of adrenaline pulses through Luchy and Flygon, one that stokes the flames of their auras to unprecedented magnitudes. Fueled by this, the pair retreat to opposite ends of the field, pause to exchange sharp looks—then charge at each other with one final rush.

"CHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

"GOOOOOOONNNNN!!!"
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The two soar across the arena like living cannonballs, their auras cutting a clean path through the sandstorm. Although Flygon closes the distance between the two, it's Luchy who settles the score between them. The hawk locks claws and skull with the antlion, swiftly rivaling its raw power and ultimately surpassing it. This table-turning is reinforced by Luchy's aura slowly engulfing that of its opponent's.

"F-Fly.....nngh...g-gon!"

Signs of fatigue begin to burden Flygon as it loses the will to prolong the inevitable. Refusing to substitute pride for defeat, the antlion attempts with all its might to give it its all, to give one final push for the sake of everything it and its trainer stand for—

"Cha."

And then Luchy ends it by sentencing them both to an explosive grave.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfMwcMFE7gc
"Agh! Luchy!!"

The dual Dragon Rushes erupt in an explosion of overwhelming aura that tears through the battlefield, overriding the sandstorm in the process. Your asshole clenches to the nth degree and even Melisma begins to show signs of concern, but neither you nor he are prepared for the outcome of the turn.

".....C-Cha.....chaaa..."

"......Gon......gonnn..."

"Woah.."
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>>481422
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>The sandstorm subsided. . .

The dust finally clears, and miraculously—both Pokemon manage to withstand the lethal blow, but the endurance comes at a price. Neither of them can stand to move a muscle, both on their last legs, barely holding onto a single hit point.

And then, your luck runs cold.

>Luchy flinched!

"Ch-Cha!"

Luchy submits to the burning pain in his chest and falls to one knee. His aura completely peters out—and victory never felt so far away.

>Turns Left: 1
A) Surrender! If you can't attack now of all times, you're done for!
B) Gamble against unfavorable odds! You can do it!

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Hello again fellow creators and questers. It's been a while since I've had the time to do this, but finally I have a period of time to run another EvoGame series. The goal of this game/quest series is to see how far the evolution of these critters go, and to make a thriving ecosystem of creatures and aberrations.

As GM, I'll do my best to actively work on phylogeny charts to track the evolutions, and also make random events for the world to drive evolution down new paths. Since I've done this a few times now, and taken the time to observe/lurk on other EvoGames, I've picked up a few new tricks to keep everything organized and streamline too.

How to play:
• Open an image of a species in MS Paint, or your editor of choice
• Make one evolutionary change to that species
• Save as .PNG!
• Post your new species in the thread with a description of what evolution you've added and why.
• Details indicating what the generation of your species is important. Please indicate. (Base Organisms are Generation 0)
• Details regarding a creatures size or name aren't necessary, but are encouraged.
• Nothing too outlandish. Anything incredibly silly or outlandish will not be considered a canon species 95% of the time.

Notes:
• Unless stated explicitly, no species ever goes extinct. Old species can still evolve, even if they're not on the latest "chain"
• Try to make your evolutions gradual and realistic in biological standards.
• Every 9-10 hours I'll add an update Phylogeny Chart to track changes. These take awhile, so please be patient.
• Every 12-24 hours I'll be rolling for a Random World Event.
• Every 72 hours will mark the end of an era with a mass extinction. This particular one will occur on August 21st.
• Have fun

New to the Game?:
• Imgur Gallery detailing the history of this EvoGame up until now be found here http://imgur com/a/KI3ku
• In this thread and in the imgur gallery will be a Blank Template that you can use to make any organisms you wish to make for this game.
• Just a note, while it doesn't matter how intertwined your organism is with the rest of ecosystem, the more dependent it is on the existence of other creatures, the more potential your organism has to survive.
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Here is the Shulu, the 1st generation after the Mulu. It has adapted to prey by growing tough armor that wraps around it's squishy blue body.
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>>481190

From braffimat. With less food about due to the extinction, it sticks its feeders up higher to try and get what it can.
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>>481190

From braffberg. Similar to those on the seabed, those on the surface try to gather what food they can by extending their feeders down to make long tendrils.

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Well, shit – looks like you ran out of solar charge…again. You really should watch that meter more closely. The rings of Saturn do look beautiful when you’re just floating through space, though.

That said, you’d better not hang around. If pirates do dare operate in the Sol system, it’s because they’ve got fast ships and the weapons to boot. Oh well, you just need to fiddle around with that proton distributor…realign the gravity wells…aaand…restart!

Perfect, your old S-class purrs back to life. Looks like you’ll have to fill out the information log again, though. So, what’ll it be?

One post for:

>Your name?
>Your age?
>Your profession?
>Your main skill? (pick from Combat, Social, or Engineering to get a +1 to rolls)

Another post for:

>Ship’s name?
>Planet of origin?
>Current destination?

Roll a d100 with your choices and I'll take highest wins!
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Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>480662
>Ship’s name?
Silverbug

>Planet of origin?
Mars

>Current destination?
A station in the Oort Cloud
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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>480662
>Name: Martin
>Age: 23
>Profession: Loser and Faggot
>Main Skill: Social
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>>480738
>>480745

Gonna wait for some more replies / random length of time to pass, otherwise will take these.

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Welcome to You Awake in Westeros Quest – Trick Edition.

In this quest we follow our hero, Velo, as he tries to survive and thrive in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

Last thread, he threw his weight around King's Landing, ending up imprisoned and poisoned for his efforts. Meanwhile, Mira has set into motion her plans for the future of King's Landing.

Now, Velo lives again.


Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/uTnPBM61
https://discord.gg/tgXY6 (Lasts 24 hours)
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Westeros
https://twitter.com/TrickQM
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GAH FUCK SHIT JESUS MOTHERFUCKER AHHHHHHHHHH-

Your screams are muffled by the unwashed hand that clamps over your mouth and holds your head down against the floor.

Three more sets restrain your arms and legs, preventing you from thrashing about as you struggle to GO GO GO GO GO!

ITS LIKE YOUR BRAIN IS ON FUCKING FIRE – COMMANDING YOU TO MOVE!

“Shhhhhhh, it's alright Will,” a female voice coos into your ear, emanating from a grey-robed figure, the cowl hung low over her face. You shudder as you hope this is just one more nightmare – and not perhaps the specter of death herself come to claim you.

“What's fucking wrong with him?” a familiar voice urgently demands, gruff and lowborn.

A second, much plumper grey-robed figure speaks an explanation in a high-pitched tone. “Aurochs hormone drawn directly from the –”

“Quiet!” An order from a fourth strangely familiar voice. A golden-haired Adonis takes up your field of vision, obscuring the taut canvas above that previously made up your small patch of sky.

A rocking bump and the sensation of movement informs you you're traveling. As your brain begins to calm itself – despite your body's surging refusal to comply – you rapidly blink as those piercing green eyes stare into your own.

“Will, you're alright,” Jaime Lannister informs you. “You're safe. Stop struggling.”

You will your limbs and extremities to stop convulsing. However, you find it impossible to completely halt your body's shaking. You breathe rapid shallow breaths as you feel the hands let go, including the one covering your mouth. Seems they've deemed the lessening of your nigh-involuntary bombastic behavior sufficient.

“Where am I?!” you demand with a rasp. The last thing you remember was dying in a black cell to the illusory dance of demons.

“In the back of a covered wagon leaving King's Landing,” the knight answers, a smile forming on his face as he clasps your shoulder and squeezes.

You spy the faces of the other people riding with you. Bronn was the man holding your mouth shut. As you lock eyes he simply nods, his visage unphased by the situation.

Next, your eyes go to the silent sister whispering in your ear. She pulls back the cowl obscuring her features to reveal a beaming Raina.

She winks. “Hey there Juliet,”

Laughing inwardly, you inspect the plumper of the silent sisters. She's rather large for . . . holy shit.

Y'know, seeing Varys in drag almost makes up for how shit you feel and how horrible a situation you're in right now.

He is certainly a master of disguises.

“Why didn't you tell me your plan?!” you shout at the eunuch.

“I wasn't entirely sure it would work,” Varys comments with a shrug. “The more you speak of plans the more likely they are to go awry. An old superstition, but still – your foreknowledge was unnecessary for the scheme's success. Speaking of it out loud could only do harm.”
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“Where's Chiggen?” you follow up.

“Driving the wagon,” Bronn answers.

“And Mills?”

“Cunt's gotten full of himself. Spending his time with The Knight of Roses –”

“Flowers,” Jaime corrects.

“Whatever.” Bronn rolls his eyes. “Point is: he's moved on. And before you ask, your dog's fine. Up front keeping Chiggen company. Our four horses are what's pulling us along. And the girl's got all your money.”

You spare Raina a second glance and she gives you a thumbs up.

“Any of my equipment get lost?” you pose the query to her.

She squints. “Well, I gave your last two bottles of wine to Chiggen and Bronn as a . . . bonus for their services.”

“Already been drunk,” Bronn muses. “They were a fine vintage.”

“All the stuff you had on your horse was fine. Your tools and outfits too. Well, except for the noble fancy stuff. That was, um, ruined by your prison stay.”

“Stained in piss and shit. You must have had a rough time of it, if you didn't even have a pot,” Bronn comments.

“We threw the outfit away after disrobing you,” Varys concludes. Damn, that's like the third set of noble clothes you've had ruined. Looking down you see your erstwhile companions have dressed in your entertainer's outfit while you were unconscious.

“Unfortunately as well, the gold you had on your person at the time of your arrest was . . . appropriated by the gaolers. As was your sword for the armory. I did succeed at procuring your musical instrument again, however.”

Thank the Gods for that one piece of good news, at least. Seems you have faked your own death and are now exiled from the city. Shit, wait.

“My spear and armor? How long has it been?”

Raina takes it upon herself to soothe your fears. “Ten days until they're completed. And once the smith guy has finished making them, me and Bronn are going to steal them.”

Good. Good, this isn't as bad a setback as you'd imagined.

Alright Velo, shit has gone tits up – but it's time for the comeback.

>What are your plans for the near future? (write-in)
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Going to sleep now. Will probably be up in four hours to begin writing next update.

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Ok guys, let's do an irl quest! I'll be the main character and post pictures of my actions, determined by you anons!
RULES:
TURN (left, right, about): I shall turn in increments of 90 degrees to the left, right, or behind me and take a photo.
INVESTIGATE (object): I will take a photo of the thing in question (or simply give a description if it is a person) and describe it.
GET (object): I will pick up the item if possible, but I will not steal.
Other than that, I will follow most commands and always add a photo. However, I will not do anything that will easily get me arrested (i.e. public indecency, theft, trespass, assault, etc) but I will do stupid LEGAL things in public.
Let's begin!

>I wake up and sit up. I seem to be in some sort of forest. The bugs are loud. With me is a cigarette pack with three smokes, some weed in a tube with a one-hitter, and a lighter. I also have a little money. What do I do?
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>>487981
turn left
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There are some funny patterns on those rocks over there. Wonder what that could be?
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>>487992
Shout help

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Welcome to Starborn Quest. A quest of bullshit and just like my DMing I have built a nice little lego set to let my players loose in.

This quest will be fairly dice lite. With dice only being rolled for certain options. I'm thinking I'll be rolling best of 1d100 with crits.

But whatever, let's get into it.

You woke up with your ears ringing and head aching. It feels like you took on a bear and lost. Hell, even your eyes are stinging in the afternoon sun.

But what were you doing? Before all this pain you don't remember anything; not even your name. In a state of suprising calm you look down and see:

> Long Purple hair and Breasts. Guess you're female then.

> A flat chest, a furtive glance in your trousers reveals you are in fact a boy..
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>>486356

Female.
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>>486356
>> A flat chest, a furtive glance in your trousers reveals you are in fact a boy..
Give us some of that man meat
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>>486356
>A flat chest, short hair, but b-cup breasts. We're a Tomboy girl.

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Deep in the mountains, where trees wither within the once fertile soil of a fallen Kingdom that had knowledge unmatched sits the once mighty keep that defended this kingdom until the end of it's days when civil war destroyed it and most of the knowledge.

Now, the Keep served one newer master yet he was not considered young by even the elves. Though he had long since retired into his own study of magic and took on an apprentice to take on the world.

Yet he had much knowledge, and for a Lich he clearly had time to make his apprentice a master of at least one art when he stole him away from his parents as part of an ancient bargain with his ancestors. Now, how did this ancient lich teach his young still living apprentice how to take the world on his own?

A: Classic Battle Strategy: Ah a love of most Necromancers focuses on precise control over very specific amounts of the undead but increases their power the more focused they are. Giving bonuses to larger combats due to planning and not blind rushes.

B: Horde Bringer: While the Tactician focuses like a dagger, the Horde Bringer cuts like a very large blunt ax. While controlling huge amounts of undead who are little more than cannon fodder. They control the most undead, though they are the least likely to gain loyal intelligence.

C: The Bone Blade: An ancient art, though more akin to a Battle Mage these undead masters are akin to Paladins and Fighters with small squads of more powerful undead. They are the most powerful physically and do their best work in a Hands on approach to control.

He will bring about an odd age to this world, if he will use his Art of Ill or Good will be up to his own choices as the Lich is going into his own slumbering to observe and not meddle with his apprentices work.

First to three Wins this.
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>>485799
>C: The Bone Blade
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>>485799
>A: Classic Battle Strategy

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This is the story of Delilah- a young, poor, desperate youth who chose to escape the hell that was her home- her mother uncaring, and as it was discovered, abusive, no father, and little hope. She now is in desperate straits attempting to live on the street, after various hells have descended upon her in short order with her newfound 'freedom'. With a strange affliction and a deadly situation at hand, will you manage to stumble into the light of joy, or fall into darkness of hate?

This is an alternate version of the currently running Melancholic Quest, as you may have already guessed by the title. While I am NOT aCowboyNamedSue (my name is in honor of her, however), I DO have her explicit permission to do this, and she's even been gracious enough to provide interesting factoids and tidbits about certain parts of the setting and quest history to better aid me. There will be no future spoilers in this version of the story, however, because...things are different.

Make no mistake, this is Delilah. But do NOT expect things to work quite like in Melancholic Quest Prime, whether they be certain plot points, choice outcome, or in some cases, character personality. This is not that story. Depending on you, it may be a similar story, even darker than MQ Prime, or maybe, juuuuuust maybe a touch lighter... but either way, it will NOT be quite the same.


If you want to read Melancholic Quest Prime, here's the link to the archives:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=aCowboyNamedSue

and the current thread:
>>470560

Another Fate is the same as Melancholic Quest up to this point: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/67044/#p71453

Her Twitter; @Cowboy_Sue
And her Discord; https://discord.gg/0107qV9kiFDlUH9nY

Enjoy!
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You need to act. You need to get out of here. That other woman is somewhere out there still and who knows who else might be? Maybe you should run into her...they need to know that they can't just hurt people like that...it's wrong what they do is wrong they can't hurt anyone else not any more not again never ne-

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Ms Buttons is laying on the ground, just a few feet away. Her gray color...it makes the drying drops of blood on her pop out even more. You pick yourself up, stumbling as you do and hold her in your hand.

It is silly...someone like you still relying on something like a doll...how childish...

...

You have never held her so tightly before.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." You whisper the same words over and over. A cough from the women breaks you away...she's not getting up though. You give Ms Buttons a kiss before placing her ever so carefully back in place before gathering your items. You place your knife back in your pocket and put your coat back on.

Your head has that lovely buzz again but...it's almost TOO good...

Swaying a bit, you decide to check to see if the woman has anything worth taking...nothing but some keys...damn.

That bottle might be useful late though...you wipe it off on the bed and place it with your stuff. You're ready to look around but as you take a step there's a moment of blackness...but you shake it off and your vision returns, thank goodness. It's almost too bright, like a camera flash going off. Better than passing out, though. Getting caught here is the last thing you'd want.

You grab your bag and open the door, peering over the edge. It seems clear...and so you dart out, hoping against hope that your feet are light enough to not give you away. Taking careful steps, you quickly try one door, and then another...drat, they're all locked- wait, no. You came from the end of the hall. Have to move.

It's so close, so close, just need to get out of here and find somewhere to hide, somewhere quiet and safer than this...

No, no...That man is talking with the other woman! Do they know each other? Is he asking for you?

Can't let him get you. They don't see you- she's got him away from the door, neither of them are looking in your direction. Maybe she doesn't want him to see inside? No matter. Your steps are light, but your heart still pounds.

Suddenly the lady starts raising her voice, almost yelling. Ugh, she sounds like a banshee. Still, this might be an opportunity for you.

Carefully, carefully, you peek your head out, waiting, watching- and when she throws her hands up in consternation, causing him to flinch, you break into a full run in the opposite direction, further down the street. You're fast at least, and a small shout as you turn the corner of the street heralds their surprise.
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Cont.
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They both chase after you, but you had too much of a lead on them. Then a sudden rumble, and the rain starts.

You hear one of them trip and fall, and it seems they brought the other down with them, judging from the voices. You don't care. You keep running.

The next minute or two is a panicked blur, of raindrops and objects that pass by you too quickly to make out. Just running, running, get away from them, from your mother, from all the bad people, from everything...

It's a while before you slow into a jog. Fortunately you're not too tired...but you'd still like a-

Wait, a house. A small house, dilapidated. Looks abandoned. Roof is intact, though, so it'll do.

It's cold, dusty, and there's nothing but the sound of rain and thunder, with the occasional car passing by.

At the very least... it's refuge from the elements. You're out of the rain, you're not hungry, and you still have Ms. Buttons.

That'll have to do for now.

What do you want to do now?
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>>483490
Wait until the rain passes

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After a good night spent in the Azure Haven and with its mistress and owner, Arras Sahlak, you and Tia emerge from that particular district of Gem on your way back to the safehouse you agreed on, provided by Nerus Dell, in the low quarter of the city.

"I still feel like you're the one who got played." Tia doesn't seem in a good mood, but you can't figure out why.

"Well, you give some and take some." You justify yourself. "I can't ask house Sahlak to put their neck on the line for my sake."

"Why not?" She growls. "I thought you were the queen."

"Princess." You correct her with a smile. "And it's not that easy. In Gem, the noble trade houses have a lot of political and economic power, and no one can sit in the Despot's throne without their approval. Not having house Sahlak as an enemy is already enough."

"You're being too cautious." She's still grumbling. "We should just kick the palace doors down and paint it with blood."

"If the Realm figures out that a bunch of Anathema is taking over Gem, they're going to cut the food shipments from the Lap and just starve the city out." You remind her.

"...Maybe people shouldn't build cities where there's no food." She shrugs. "Sometimes I think that the elder Lunars ARE right and civilization IS dumb."

"Or we could just be careful." You get the final word in before reaching Nerus's safehouse. You knock seven times and receive one knock in response before the door opens.

Inside, huddled around a table with only two candles for light, is your little team of co-conspirators: Zareen, Radiant Starfall, Talon, Aexel, Lynne, Karas, Mikahil and Valeriana.

"Nerus' not here?" You wonder, tossing your white cloak aside.

Radiant Starfall shakes her head. "He needs to show his face around or people will get suspicious."

"Well, he already helped us more than enough, we can't really ask more of him." Mikahil adds. "He's been great help."

You sit down at the table. "So, progress report."

Aexel and Valeriana shake their heads in unison. "We've tried the libraries and did some research, but we couldn't find anything particularly relative to recent events." The Twilight explains.

You turn to Karas.

"Rankar didn't just enlist the Flying Blade's help. He's offered to employ some of the city's martial arts masters and teachers, and several bore got their schools and dojos closed." He notes. "I don't know how much of this is part of a specific plan, and how much of it is just paranoia and making sure that no one's gonna set up an organized, armed resistance to his rule."

"I've been to the market, and it's bustling. Economically, Gem is doing amazingly well. I've got to hand it to this Rankar guy, he's got decent business sense. Still, I didn't see anything particularly suspicious there, except maybe..."

"What?"

"Tax breaks and lower tariffs and higher incentives for Realm traders. I think Rankar is subtly trying to butter them up. Maybe he's trying to strengthen his ties with the Realm."

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"...I see. Zareen?" You ask.

"Rankar has a lot of mercenaries on his payroll. I've never seen anyone have so many mobilized armed forced during peacetime." She folds her arms and frowns. "It doesn't make much sense. It feels like Rankar's preparing Gem for a war, but subtly, without alerting the population."

"He knows something's up, but doesn't want people to panic." You ponder, before turning to Radiant Starfall. "What about Arbani Halan?"

"I managed to deliver your letter." She explains. "It took a while."

"He can be a difficult man sometimes." Karas grins.

She hands you a small piece of paper, with a few lines of notes in her own handwriting. "He wants to meet with you. He said you should see him in his villa. He suggests dressing up as a servant and walking through the front door. He warned his staff and guards that a new lady will start working today, called Hilda Aveno. That's your cover identity." She sums it up.

"What about you?" Karas wonders. "What did you find out in your investigation? Where have you been?"

"Oh, I've been at the Red Stone district." You explain.

He rolls his eyes. "Figures."

"Hey, I did my job!" You complain. "Word on the street is that Rankar is also employing a lot of thaumaturges, diviners and other specialists in the supernatural. Whatever he's afraid of, it's clearly something magical, and not a purely physical threat."

"He's trying to cover all his bases."

"Exactly." You nod. "Also, I met with the Sahlak's daughter."

"The one that's rumored to have Exalted?" Mikahil wonders. "What did you find out?"

"First of all, she's definitely Exalted, even though I couldn't find out more specific details. And, she'll stay out of our way and not interfere with us or Rankar."

"Well, one less problem to worry about." Karas sighs in relief. "What do we do now?"

>I'll go and meet with old man Arbani right now, you guys wait for me here.
>I'll go and meet with old man Arbani right now, you guys wait for me outside his villa in case things go south.
>I'll go and meet with old man Arbani right now, you guys keep investigating.
>I'll go and meet with old man Arbani right now, you guys try and get the remaining noble houses on our side or at least ensure their neutrality in the meanwhile.
>I'll go and meet with old man Arbani later. Right now, there's another thing we must take care of: the mysterious sightings in the tunnels and mines.
>I'll go and meet with old man Arbani later. Right now, there's another thing we must take care of: figuring out how the Realm fits in all this.
>I'll go and meet with old man Arbani later. Right now, there's another thing we must take care of: figuring out what's the deal with Rekka, the Flying Blade.
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>>479292
>I'll go and meet with old man Arbani right now, you guys try and get the remaining noble houses on our side or at least ensure their neutrality in the meanwhile.
>And figuring out what's the deal with Rekka, the Flying Blade.
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>>479292
>I'll go and meet with old man Arbani later. Right now, there's another thing we must take care of: the mysterious sightings in the tunnels and mines.
Maybe he's gearing up to take on some alchemicals or the ghost problem we heard about back when, have they heard anything about weird ghost activity?

Nice to have you back EF.

>Statistics: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
>Tasks: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1agFmzgoNb0jeqd2G9H2voZ5Zm4N6fxPTQXQyt_GY9ec/edit?usp=sharing
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You decide with the day still early, to answer an immediate worry – namely, that black envelope that Fingers had given to you yesterday. Fingers had been adamant on the manner of which that he wanted this particular order of business to go, and you weren’t a person to refuse someone with that honest a look on his face.

Moving over to your table and turning the key on the drawer, you take the article out and pocket it into one of your cargo-accommodating pockets; it’s the easiest thing for you to do, so you think you might as well get it out of the way before you forget about it.

You make your way out the door, hearing the bumps and cries of the KanMusu upstairs, getting ready for the day’s work. Today would be the last day of rest – for what measure of rest it had been, anyway – and tomorrow you’d be up to your nose in assignments again, right as the world kept spinning. You close the door behind you as the racket upstairs picks up, rubbing your hands immediately for heat as the cool morning air hits you as badly as any north wind would.

You spare a glance at the ocean, a mite more violent than the serene picture it had been the day before, waves rocking and wind blowing.

Once you’re at the entrance, you see that no one else is around – the bustle of the maintenance crew is absent, as is the usual odd number of folks walking up at down. Even though it’s this early, you expected some form of activity.

Just as you think so, a large truck thunders from down the street and right past you, leaving a gust of wind in its wake.

Blinking as you turn around, you see not the symbol of the Admiralty, but the Imperial Army. Odd.

Thinking none of of it, you make your way to Mamiya’s – along the way you see a few faces but not much. It really is a bit too early, you suppose. You stop in front of Mamiya’s not a half an hour or so later.

Open for business, you think.

You bite your lip, lifting the black envelope to your nose and giving it a better look. A feeling comes over you as you turn it one way, then the other, frowning as you look at the sealed flap. Your curiosity threatens to take over.

Fingers trusts you, and you trust him – but a black envelope usually never spelled anything good for the recipient.

>Open the envelope
>Leave it closed and deliver it
>Write-In
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>>478975
>Leave it closed and deliver it
It'd be best to not pry too much into Fingers' business.
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>>Leave it closed and deliver it
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>>478975
>>Leave it closed and deliver it

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Do you want people to get attention to your quests? Then look no further than the Promote your Quest Thread!

>I have a Movie Crashing Quest if you are interested, in the first Movie Crashing Quest, we are going to wreck through the Disney movie, Wreck-It Ralph and possibly other movies in "Wrecked-It Ralph" Thread:
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Thread Here: >>484582
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>>486046
Dude just advertise on /qtg/

>>473128

People are actually going to look there.

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Let's show Samus some love on her 30th birthday.

Quest so far: http://lom678.deviantart.com/gallery/58540525/SuperMetroidQuest
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>>480114
The item is actually a Mewtwo's Zbanglazoid bone, and that somehow allows you to breathe and maybe other thing revealed later.
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The secondary function of the upgrade is revealed in danger, and you physically become a Mewtwo!

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You are the ruling coalition of parties in the new Kingdom of Germany. Recently we have annexed the Czechs, and have had elections. We also have begun preparing for a possible Soviet attack.
While I am not the mighty QM, I am going to make the new thread for him.
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>About to make new thread
>go to old thread, ready to post link
>find out someone else has already made one

Don't know if I should be flattered or miffed
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Anyway,
As you have forged a great alliance against Bolshevism out of the old feuding states of Europe, relations between you and the Soviets have deteriorated significantly, as tensions rise and both sides build up their armies: Still, for now a fragile peace reigns in Europe.
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>>479740
Flattered anon.
I was just trying to give a helpin hand, considering this is my favorite bread on /qst/ to the point I was considering cancelling my camping trip today to stay here.

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