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Rolled 6 (1d10)

not sure for how long, but I'll throw some rocks tonight

>>479938
Time to hug some trees.

>>479938
reporting in

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>Last night you had a strange dream of the past where you entered into a shadowy world filled with only darkness, three mirrors, and a strange voice. Deciding to say fuck it, you plunge yourself into the shadows in order to push onward! With the dream coming to completion you woke up a couple hours earlier than you’re used to. Instead of flopping back into bed you get your tired ass up and get those sleepies out of your head and begin your day! Leaving the house with a fair sum of time to get to school, you decided to take the scenic route to school… well, all was peaceful until a group of King’s Crew bastards began causing shit with some strange girl. While she was filled with spunk, it was obvious that she couldn’t handle the heat so your stepped in to show those King’s Crew bastards what was up! While better than coffee in terms of waking you up that fight caused you to lose track of time.

>Running late for school you dash off for the quickest, most direct route (also the most crowded) caused you to run into an old friend… well… an old EX-friend. Trying to ignore his insults and provocation you walked past him and pushed past the other students, but apparently today was not the day for him to take your bullshit… not that you were giving him any. Locked in combat with him you restrained yourself from retaliating any of his attacks with any attacks of your own, until it was apparent that he wasn’t ever going to give up. With one final tackle you ducked down and threw him into the brush along the gates of the school, seemingly knocking him out in the process...

Sonohara Chitose
Hotblooded: +1
Spirited: +1
[yellow]Justice:[/yellow] +1

>You’re known as the Golden Lion of Onimaru. Prideful, powerful, and surrounded by a group of loyal allies and friends who’re all seen as fearsome beasts in the heat of combat… and YOU’RE the most fearsome of them all… though, there are now some who see you as a bit more than a simple beast, but none the less still a being to be feared.

Your heart is still racing from Taro’s previous attacks. While you didn’t return any of the attempted blows he was throwing your way, dodging them certainly gave you quite the workout to dodge. The students gathered around who were watching your fight collectively freeze and mutter amongst themselves; wondering what they’re supposed to do. None of them seemingly decisive enough to make the first move, each of them waiting for another to act first… disgusting.

Looking towards the brush where you flung Taro you can see the indentation in the foliage where his body is. Staring at the spot for several seconds it’s clear that there’s no movement. You consider for a moment to just continue forward onto your class, but something inside you won’t allow it. No… It would be a dick move on top of seemingly knocking the poor bastard unconscious… even if it was he who started the fight with you.

>[2/4]

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You eye the collective crowd gathered in front of the gate and brush for a familiar face…

“You.” You see someone and approach them before raising a hand and tap the blue-haired girl’s shoulder. She flinches for a moment as her face flushes red in realization who grabbed onto her. Her expression is a mix of flustered and anxious “... I’se gonna go ahead and take th’fucker to the nurse’s office… Make sure th’teach knows I’se helpin’ someone out… Tell that asshole I ain’t fuckin’ late. Not. Today. Got it?”

“Of course, Chitose.” She gives you a calm nod of understanding, accompanied with a smile. Her tone is incredibly calm for the expression on her face, but with so little time you’d rather not worry about it right now. “You can leave it to me.”

“Whatever.” You sigh and press forward into the brush and push your way past any of the students gathered nearby. Your peers begin to chat between themselves in a low murmur as your feet trample through bush, and shrubbery alike… It’s quite annoying as they continue to just stand there and stare at you like what you’re doing is all for their entertainment. So is the life of a highschooler.

Once you trample so far into the brush you can see Taro’s unconscious form laying before you. His eyes are closed and his expression is quite calmed. The ground in the area is quite hard, so his landing must’ve knocked all the air out of him… possibly as well as any sort of impact his head might’ve made with the ground as well.

It’s quite easy picking him up as he’s actually quite light. With a simple turn it’s clear to see that your ‘audience has yet to really disperse…

“Th’fuck is you lookin’ at?! Mind yer own fuckin’ business!” You shout out to the gathered students as they watch you in fascination… your words are more than enough to make the remaining students turn face and run on inside the school… the bell rings…. Ten minutes until the final bell rings, and there ain’t no way in hell to get there in time now.

Oh well, at least that girl you talked to should be able to tell the teach what’s up.

>[3/4]

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It’s a rather uneventful time as you trudge through the brush, walk the rest of the way down the pathway to the school’s main entrance, and walk your ass down the familiar set of hallways unto the nurse’s office. The most that truly happens is the usual gossipy whispers, the collective glares/stares of your peers, and the dirty looks coming from any of the staff you encounter. Hell… it’s actually a fairly long walk because of the teachers getting up in your business due to carrying Taro’s body through the building… and of course NONE of the teachers you encounter either DO anything about him or seem to believe you as you try to explain the situation to them…

It’s bullshit.

At least it only lasts until you reach a door marked “Infirmary” that you don’t have to worry about other people being so damn nosey…

Silence…

Huh… the nurse… she’s not here?

Looking around the empty office there’s no sign of the usual face that tends to be milling about inside. Not at her desk, not near one of the beds, not by the window… Nowhere to be found…

>Just drop Taro off and go.
>Set Taro down and wait for her to return.
>Set Taro down and go look for her.
>Other [Suggestion]?

>[4/4]

>>477382
Check what's on the beach, also carefully listening for what's further inland.

>>477393
/\/\/\ This

>>477393
Thirded

>>473175
>You've heard someone's set up a shop in a old factory, selling very heavy weaponry at expensive costs. Such as bazookas, heavy mortars, grenades, and heavy machine guns... You've also heard he's got a small howitzer attached to a vehicle that he's selling, and is the pride of his store. He also sells small firearms such as revolvers in bulk only.

Walking heavy artillery.

>>473175
>The Višeslav Arsenal, known for selling Russian and Serbian firearms, at an amazing and cheap cost... Though the quality is questionable, the prices are ridiculous, and you've heard that he even sells mortars and minor explosives... Though at much higher price then his usual deals. It operates in the countryside.
Nothing like Ruskie shit to kick ass

>>473175
> Russian shit
Surely our mechanical friend can improve on it himself

>>472870
Woah. That's a lot more color than I wanted.

>>472870
>Charging towards another man

>>472870
> ...facing off against something inhuman.

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We find our diminutive heroes drinking and exchangings tales of their first adventures, back in the tavern,

PP: "And then after paying for the orphanage, i spent the rest for tonight's booze."

MM: "You had a better first adventure than mine at least. All i found was a bunch of slimes in my dungeon..."

RR: "Yeah, and you also got a snazzy little servant"

PP: "Ian is not a servant. He got a job here!"

Ian the Imp: "Better than getting killed"

RR: "Alright. Alright. By the way, what were those parchments you found in that chest? You haven't said anything about those..."

PP: "Oh... uh"

MM: "Oh yeah. What about those?"

PP: "UUUUUUUUUUUUH..."

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The door suddenly bursts open!

A Puny Paesant steps in and then falls on the floor.

*Thud*

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Puny Paesant: "A-alarm! Undeads are attacking the village! The town is overrun!"

PP: "Thank the gods... a distraction"

>>471693
>Trash
>Rogue
>A shit studio room for one.

>>471693
can I be a boxer/monk?

>>471693
>Dobrahm
>Warrior
>Behind the bar

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Misc notes:QM Failed You Edition!.

So a lot of the Memoires are now complete, with only a few of the character biographies left to go.

In other news, the sun is also out hot and heavy today, so if I need to cut thread short then you can expect it to pick back up off and on through sunday and monday.

AND FINALLY!

I've been giving some thought to the common problems you guys seem to be having, and recently realized that I've been writing VQ for a year! While going through the memoires I realized the world is terrifyingly huge and I don't remember when it got this way, so when the content begins to intimidate the QM it's time for a change.

As such, I'm going to be implementing a Memo system for a bit, just to see how it fares. The concept is pretty simple, but I'm also open to suggestions as to how to improve it.

You have 3 slots on a "Memo". At any time during the quest, you can ask for me to record something in one of those slots - Be it information you found interesting, or a goal you're interested in but may forget later.

I'll keep these memos around and remember them for you, until you overwrite them with something else. They will be posted at the start of each new thread, as a reminder for all 3 of you to look over at a moment's notice.

Sound good? Here's your empty slots:

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>>470612
>>Go investigate your house.

>>470612
>>Other? (write-in)
Discuss happenings with Rinnier first before we decide to up and leave again. Particularly Priat's decision regarding her people.

And then, if nothing else comes up, leaning towards
>Go investigate your house.
Since the wood golems could be a problem if we try to rescue Ari right away.

>>468988
>election by the masses

>Other

Installed By KGB

>>468988
>> Civilian coup.

On your way to the Glee of Green district where the park is located, you come across a bookstore. Vanod disappears into it. You decide to take a look.
You have heard that most books are hand written or copied by bored elves, who have nothing better to do anyway (eternal life and all). There are several categories with corresponding price tags

>Travel guide (various): 2gp
>Manuals (Arms, Masonry, Animal Training, Herbalism, Surgery, First-Aid, Spellcraft): 5gp
>History Books: 20gp

After a while, Vanod starts a heated argument with the store's owner.

Eavesdrop on argument while continuing to browse.

When do we get weapons training? What kind of priest are we training to be?

>>472800
You get weapon training every 3 days. The next session would be tomorrow.

The conversation boils down to the owner not wanting to sell a particular tome to Vanod. The guy says it's already spoken for.

>>471651
Nigga, I expect ff black mage shenanigans.
You've let me down. >=(

>>471651
Tomas Culver.

>>471651
Our name is Gonorrhea

>>469193
Anyone?

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sup. what do i do here?

>>469193
>Mental Training
>Ethereal Manipulation
>Arts
Could you please clarify these a little? Otherwise, I am forced to presume Mental Training is some sort of protection against magic stuff, Ethereal Manipulation is literally controlling ghosts, and Arts is like swordsmanship or something.

>>478228
You are hungry.

You don't know how long you've been hungry, but you've been hungry for as long as you have been.

You writhe around, exploring the space you are in. It's smaller than you are long, and slightly pliable. But it's hard to tell what it is, since you lack most senses and, in fact, any experiences at all. It's all you've ever known, but you know it's not enough.

Then suddenly, like a dawn breaking from behind mountains, something appears above you. It looms, shining brightly above you. It is DELICIOUS.

>[] Eat
>[] Devour
>[] Consume
>[] Write in?

>Roll 1d12 to bite. High is good.

>Detailed rules will follow soon.

>>478233
>[] Write in?

GORGE

Rolled 7 (1d12)

>>478233
Take a bite.

It feels like there are rocks dropping in your stomach and an angry grip squeezing your throat. The man on the other side waits patiently for your response, and it takes every part of you to squeeze one out.


"M-...My name is...i-is A-...Ashley..." You feel bad for using her name like this, but at the moment you can't focus enough to come up with anything else. "I d-...don't know who D-Delilah is...I'm one of Mr. Faraway's workers and I n-need to talk to him."

"Sound awfully young to be working at a place like that."

"W-What would you know?" You tell yourself to remain calm, to steady your voice and to try to sound more adult. "Now um, is Mr. Faraway there? I need to talk to him about uh...work."

"I'm afraid he's not here at the moment."

"Then why are you in his apartment?"

"Even if you weren't 'Ashley' then I couldn't tell you that over the phone. I'm sure you're used to this, but I need to hurry this up."

"I'm not the one breaking and entering into someone's place," You say, looking around the room. It seems doubtful and a rather stupid move for someone to try and break into a hotel like this. Maybe a cheap motel, but this place would notice something like that. Probably. "Do you know where Mr. Faraway is?"

"Only know that he's out at the moment.

The voice on the other end is unfamiliar to you, but it is easy enough to tell that it's a grown man. Looking towards the window, you try to think about what sort of message he could have from your grandmother and how he would have gotten that. The thoughts of ransoms and threats pop up and you begin to grow worried. With the way those men entered the house when you were there last time, you have no doubt that they could have easily done the same and carried your grandmother to who knows where. A wave of nausea washes over you, though you're unsure if it's from the thought of your grandmother in pain or from the fear of talking on the phone to an unknown man.

"Are you still there?" His question brings you out of the terrible thoughts, and you nearly drop the phone out of surprise.

[1/2]

>>470571
"Er, y-yeah. I'm still here," You stare at the window, covered by thick curtains. The crack between them only just allows you to see what little light the morning offers right now, and you do your best to figure out how to handle this, "You said you had a message for this uh, D-Delilah girl from her grandma. You sound like the t-type of person who would k-...kidnap someone. Are you h-holding her ransome or something?"

"No. She just wants Delilah to know that she's okay."

"O-oh...! That's um...t-that's good then..." You try to hide your excitement at that, but immediately your thoughts go towards every possible scenario. This could be a lie, maybe he's working for Bower and doesn't even know where your grandmother is, and this is all just a lie to get you to fall into a trap. There is the sound of paper moving in place of the man's voice as you keep a look out, glancing between the door and window you continue to think about how and what you can get out of this call, "Why not go to her and tell the m-message in person? Do you always just talk to random people you don't know?"

"If you know where she is, then please go ahead and tell me. It might make my job a little easier."

"D-...don't think I could do that."

"Figured as much."

Your finger wraps around the curled phone wire in a nervous habit. If he really does have a message or any sort of news about your grandmother you want to hear it, but you are still on edge about this being some sort of ruse. Let your guard down and you'll have wasted everyone's efforts to protect you.

If it really is a message from your grandmother though, it could be vital information.

Do you want to try and get more information out of this man? It may result in him knowing who you are, but then you may also get some important information on your grandmother. Or should you just hang up on him now?

>>470575
"Tell me more about that girl Deliah's grandmother."
Smooth talk to get more information, throw him off with a
"Is there reward?".

>>467670
Hey OP,
>>467610

>>467625
>>464476

“That would be very kind of you Wilhelm, is there anything you require of us?” “Measurements and a quick conversation while doing so.” “A conversation? What for?” “If you make custom arms and armor, you need to know the person you are making it for. A weapon or armor that fits the user's personality, not just body makes it all the more effective.” You’re still a little confused, but he is the master smith, you should probably just let him do his thing. “If you excuse us, my Queen, we shall be heading to my smithery.” The Queen is staring past you all. Just staring. *staaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrreeeee* You loudly snap your fingers. *SNAP* She bounces back to reality, “Ahh! Yes, you do that Wilhelm!”

“Welcome to my humble abode, ” The smith says as he guides you all into his shop. Ornate weapons and armors hang from the walls, finely crafted weapons made of glass and embedded jewels. The smell of smoke and fire loomed over the place as the furnace was out back. “Alright now, I would like to do this one by one, All you need to do is sit down and tell me about yourselves while I take some measurements. Yuki, Anna, Aki and yourself blush in preparatory embarrassment. Rozalin blushes in excitement, and Adrian is just standing there confused as to why this is a big deal. Wilhelm notices your hesitance, “Don't worry, I am a professional and would never dream of attempting anything on you all. I would likely die if I did, and I wouldn’t be able to craft your wondrous items regardless.” Wilhelm’s points are solid, but your friends still seem hesitant. As a leader, at times like thes, it is best to lead by example. “I-I’ll go first. You friends look at you a little worried. “Wonderful!” The smith says and then guides you into a back curtained room.

>>467674
Also, only one person voted for adaptive armor and cestus.