no fuck this thread its pissed me off
why did it do this
Just delete and make a new one.
>>426880
cant delete threads
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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.
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"This establishment is very…" Agda hesitates for a moment, looking for the right word. "Cozy is the word, I think."
"It's my first time coming here," you say, "but it does seem quite nice at first glance."
The first course - thin grilled slices of different fish, each prepared in a particular manner - has been served, and your guests are all enjoying it as far as you can tell.
Archduchess Aleksandra is sitting right across from you at the table's southern point. Princess Agda and her sister Laila are to the East, while Princess Reagan is to the West. Olwen and her vassal, Mererid auk Hirbraich, are sitting between you and Princess Reagan, while prospective Baroness Ceri auk Haearnty and Seren auk Caunys are between you and Princess Agda, and Rhonwen auk Cysgod is between Princess Reagan and the Archduchess.
It is a very big table. Even so, you wonder if it isn't big enough. This isn't your first group date, but your mother isn't here to salvage things if you put your foot in your mouth, and there's no rehearsal to draw attention away from you.
You think about what the ladies have in common. Agda, Laila, Ceri and Seren are all involved in mercantile affairs to a certain extent, while Aleksandra, Mererid and Olwen are more interested in the military. Rhonwen, Seren and Mererid are also all involved with the arcane sciences to a certain extent, but that's not something the princesses know about. Princess Reagan is the odd one out as far as interests go, but you're quite certain she can insert herself into just about any conversation if she feels like it.
Social interaction is so much more difficult when you're not lying to people and telling them what they want to hear. Sure, you could go with that approach, but then you'd end up with a useless trophy consort and you don't have enough free time to waste it like that. You'll just have to come up with something to talk about, no matter how lame it is.
>[Merchant/1d10] "I hope your visit to Aurwain has been profitable so far."
>[Military/1d12] "Have you had the chance to see the navy yet?"
>[Dilettante/1d10] "Have you been enjoying the wedding celebrations?"
>>424969
>[Dilettante/1d10] "Have you been enjoying the wedding celebrations?"
Better order some spaghetti, prince
>>424969
This is supposed to be a party. You could talk about business, but getting to know these women in a more personal level is important as well, and you already know most of what they do for a living anyway.
No, you'd rather keep this informal for the moment and set the conversation along a more casual topic.
"Have you been enjoying the wedding celebrations?"
>Roll 1d10, best of three.
The last stand.
>be sure you are replying to the correct post
>"get" numbers are 6, 7 and 8.
>first get decides what happen next
>gets which blatantly ignores previous statements will be ignored or changed.
>wait 5 minutes to reroll if you don't get a "get"
>when needed, first dice roll decides.
Previous threads:
Magic Duel Quest: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Magic+duel+quest
Save Viva Piñata Princess: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=save+viva+pi%F1ata+princess
Crossover threads (MDQvsSTP)
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=magic+duel+vs+save+the+princess
>>415989
Sugar nova exploded in space and now falling down on arena with candy-meteor rain.
Avatar: Oh God! Why is sugar falling down from sky?! Why I'm all covered in syrup?! Why I have such a huge boobs and ass?! What is going on here?! I HATE CANDY MAGIC! I HATE THIS DUEL!
>>416014
The devil creampies the one-eyed bitch with the big tits while the brother looks on in despair, NTR-style.
>>416014
STP MC launches themself into the air with their axe, chopping the Avatar in half.
Rules:
1.You can type something different to the options that I provide. It gets chosen if you get 3 other posters to agree with it.
2. Dice rolls will work like this: First three dice rolls will count. If they cannot beat the number I provide, straight or combined, Something bad will happen. If they beat it, something good will happen. 1 Roll per Anon, Per Requested number.
3. There will only be 3 options Per Choice plus whatever you guys want.
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It's 3 in the afternoon. You realize that, while partying directly after your title win was fun in the moment, but definitely took a toll on your body afterwards. Who knew a few drinks could make you feel so shit?
You stumble into the restroom and, while carrying some Orange Juice and some aspirin, After chugging the glass and taking the aspirin, you stare into the mirror to see...
>A beat up, bruised white guy, who drank WAY too many beers.
>An unmarked, Pristine looking Black guy, with huge muscles.
>A huge breasted woman, with multiple cuts, bruises, and marks all over her body.
>>421890
>Wez is kangz
>>421890
>A beat up, bruised Russian, who drank WAY too many vodkas.
Russian boxer in `murica please.
>>421890
>>A huge breasted woman, with multiple cuts, bruises, and marks all over her body.
You're a spy, and you've just gotten your ID for a new assignment! Who are you posing as for this job?
(you need a name, occupation, a bunch of quirks, and a picture to assume during this assignment. roll a d50, highest roll gets it.)
Rolled 8 (1d50)
>>421256
Name: Pierre Leblanc
Occupation: Pharamcist
Quirks: Has no permanent residence, Antisocial, fond of cigars, has an aversion to Japanese food.
Rolled 32 (1d50)
>>421421
This
>>421421
This is fine.
> ARE WE LOSING THIS WAR? <
> DON’T BET ON IT! <
There was nothing more reassuring to you than the posters exuding heroism and courage on the battlefield despite the odds. Twenty years of almost nonstop warfare against the bugs? That’s nothing for the Federation! It’s not like things are going to get worse!
You were spacing out now. The shrinks told you that it was a natural side effect of the hypnotherapy you got during your stint in the Mobile Infantry. You just have to be careful no one says the trigger words or snaps a finger in the wrong moment otherwise you’re on forced sleep for the next twenty minutes.
Anyway, time to get your bearings straight. You stand up from the bench and look around. You were at the mag-lev rail station leading to the capital city of Aberdeen. The place was mostly devoid of any people besides you and some vagrants. Anyone with time on their hands is probably spending it better than sitting around waiting for the mag-lev.
You dust off your uniform, then pat your hip pocket. Inside is your PDA, all kinds of stuff there. Also means music player. You pull out your ear phones, then stick them in your ears and hit the “Online Shuffle” option.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PT1afUWV8N8
…
So, this is what kids pass off as popular these days.
Hmph, you’re barely in your twenties, what are you doing calling people kids.
A red light comes on at the end of the station, your mag-lev’s here. It zooms right in, sweeping cool air into your face. Once the doors open, you step in then take your seat.
Coming home from a tour of duty, cold air that doesn’t threaten to turn your skin into ice outside of a suit is quite possibly one of the best things right now. But regardless, you’re on your way into Aberdeen, the capital city of the Citizen’s Systems Federation, on the home planet of Earth. It was also home of the Federal Council, and home to the Federation’s executive leaders like the Sky Marshall and the Prime Minister.
Your tour was only four years, with an additional fifth for other reasons. Feels like forever.
But enough reminiscing like some old war veteran. You’re going to feel old. It’s time to choose where to go. You’re home early, you’ve got an appointment with Prime Minister Thach in the afternoon but it’s like…
You blink, checking your watch. 5 in the morning.
You’re not good at managing your time.
> Visit your old school. Maybe Mister Ruszcyzk is still teaching.
> Head to the Capital Building anyway. Better to be extremely early than to be extreme late.
> Goof off, go to a park, see the city. Do whatever.
> Other
Go drinking in the middle of the day. All the cake idols are heavy drinkers. Seriously, get fucking wasted. Why not?
>>424186
> Goof off, go to a park, see the city. Do whatever.
>>424209
This. Show up to the appointment drunk.
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Aima’s saying something, but you can’t hear it over the loud ringing in your ears. The cold water engulfs your body, the rising bubbles almost hiding the surreal sight of your lower half coming back to you. Your ears pop back as the black ribbons reach each other. When it pulls you together, strings fly out from the side, stitching it all together while the wound unnaturally closes.
Scrambling, you reach inside your bag where you find a gemstone necklace. It’s rumbling. You squeeze it in your hand and watch the ooze spread quickly through the water. Then, you feel everything moving. In a great spiraling tornado of slime, you’re lifted into the sky, the rushing sound of water clear as ever.
You glance below in the air, noticing that the wolves have started to turn from you to Aima. A familiar figure forms behind. Turning around, you tell him to…
>Get rid of all the wolves.
>Get her up here.
>Write-in.
>>424086
>>Get her up here.
Seems like the easier choice.
>>424086
>Get her up here.
>>424086
>Get rid of those wolves!
This is my first time running a story here, so I'm just seeing if there is any intrest for this story, and if I have the ability to continue making stories.
I have very bad drawing skills, so I will put out little pieces of art here and there, nothing to well drawn unfortunately.
To start the quest off, you need to determine your gender, name, and defining features (hair, skin color, eye color.)
If there is something that I can do better while running the thread, I will be glad to collect constructive criticism to better any quests I might run in the future.
When a certain acrivity is being done, a DC of 20 will determine sucsessfull rates for the action. 15 is good, 7 is ok, and 3 is bad.
With that stated, feel free to choose the character and I will start (If that is how these are ran.)
Gender: Male
Name: Donald John Trump
Defining Features: My gorgeous blonde hair, my orange skin, and my blue eyes.
>>418846
How about Robin, a rather androgynous gal, with short brown hair, a bronzed skin tone, and green eyes.
As far as advice goes, I'd say, letting us know what to expect would be would be a good step. I expect forests will be involved, but those aren't exactly unique to one setting. Is this far in the future? A fantastical past with fey-folk in the woods? An entirely new world, with different species?
I mean, I'll put my vote in for fantasy, because I feel like I really could go for a nice fluffy fantasy without focus on being all grim dark. In which case, make Robin an elf. :D
But I really don't know what you're going for yet.
Thus the story starts.
You remember the soft and gentle breeze from the windowsill, the warm and comforting weight of the covers on your bedding.
Rooobin!
You knew the delicate voice of your mother from miles away
'Breakfasts done!'
You slowly make your way out of your bed, over to the mirror to brush your teeth and comb your silky, brown hair.
Although something was off, a little smudging on the mirror that seemed to glow with an errie tone. Your attempts to wipe the impurity off of the mirror was rather unsuccsesftll, and it left your thumb rather cold.
You grabbed a damp rag and attempted again to wipe off the cloudy smudge from the mirror, but to your concern, the image begun to distort and grow bigger.
You decide to ignore the mirror for now and decode to go to breakfast.
Pancakes, and orange juice fresh from the trees in the back yard, your favorite.
'So, how'd you sleep honey?'
Good, thanks mom.
You begin to eat the meal, but notice a sudden chill run down tour spine, you felt like you were being watched.
You finish your warm fluffy cakes and decide to start tending to your garden, everything was fine, except a few of the tomatoe plants seemed frostbitten, this was odd considering the fact that it was a warm june's evening.
You decide to finish the day off with a warm shower to relax and think. But when you walk into the bathroom, you notice an errie coolness radiating from the mirror. The smidgen replaced the section in wich you saw your face, but to your horror, you saw 2 cold, lifeless eyes staring at you through the cool glass. You blink a few times and the mirror reflects a normal image, but you hear a sharp crash downstairs.
You rush downstairs to find the intruder, and see yourself looming over the fruit bowl. You see the apperation with pride in its eyes, glaring at the rotted, smashed fruits that litter the ground, and you see the same lifeless glare in the mirror.
You wake up in a cold sweat and see that the fire grows dimmer, the same lifeless cold eyes in the brush. One of
[Red] them
You've felt with too many to count, but they still pose a threat.
Do you
>Fight
>Flee
>Other
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 allied with Tyrion, saved Bran from being crippled and decided to head to the Wall.
Now, he hopes he avoids getting frostbite.
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/uTnPBM61
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Westeros
https://twitter.com/TrickQM
>>418634
First
>>418634
This should be thread 3 famalam
You decide to risk the frostbite, braving the frozen Northern temperatures. Tyrion discovering your lie – well, your double lie – could undo everything you've been trying to accomplish. You can make by with one less pinky toe, or pinky finger or the tip of your nose. Although you'd really prefer to stay as intact as possible.
You shiver, freeze and endure the harsh mistress that is the Northern winds AND her sister – the bitter cold – for eighteen grueling days.
Despite shivering so much you're scared icicles might form on the roof of your mouth and your tongue may freeze and break off in your throat, you attempt to converse with Jon Snow.
“So I heard there was a dragon under Winterfell,” you comment in an attempt to break the ice. And you think that might be literal as you feel your numb tongue start to warm again from the energy of movement.
Jon merely snickers. “Nah, s'just hot springs keeping the castle warm. Tha's jus' a story Old Nan tells Rickon when she wants to make him smile.” His eyes squint as he studies your even-paler-than-usual face. "You look pretty bad.”
Your uncle didn't seem to think so you think but do not express. “Cold's getting to me.”
Jon Snow laughs. “What happened to being born more North than me?” Jon asks incredulously.
“Born is a lot different than lived, Snow.” You decide to change the subject. “Why did you pick up that skinny sword from Mikken? Looked a bit thin for you and I see you don't have it with you.” You already know the answer to your line of inquiry, but it's best if you get him to open up about it rather than freak him out by acting prophetic and creepy.
“It was for a friend.” He grimaces after the vague lie. A few seconds pass before he looks back to you to speak more plainly and in-depth. “My half-sister. Arya. She's a girl and meant to be raised as a proper noble lady, but she's always had a fierce side to her. We were . . . close. I gave her that sword as a present so she can practice with it. Skinny and small – just like her.”
You nod your head and smile, which the bastard returns – a grin filled with warm memories but also a twinge of sadness. He doubts he'll ever see her again, you suppose. And as far as you're aware – he never does.
Feeling your bladder urge for release, you excuse yourself, telling Jon you're taking a piss in privacy and move into the nearby Wolfswood to water a mighty, grey-green sentinel
You relieve yourself, half-scared your cock just might freeze in your hands as it juts proudly from between the flap in your thick breeches. The piss steams in the cold air as it arcs into the light snow around the base of the tree – staining a patch of the white blanket yellow.
You need to drink more water, you realize.
Hey there, grab some paper and a pencil, cause the adventure is calling, we need 3 to 4 player to make a party and start the journey. Choose your character from left-to-right we have:
Knight, Wizard, Elf, Dwarf, Thief and Cleric.
>>415156
I'll take the thief
Fa/tg/uy here. Is this based on any system, or diceless?
Cleric reporting in, either way
>>415170
Thief your stats are.
Attack: 6
Defense: 3
Speed: 8
Magic: 4
Also you start with a small dagger ATA+3 and u have 300g
Your not-actually-so-small group of conspirators sneaks out of the safehouse that mercenary captain (and old family friend) Nerus Dell used for your meeting, in the darkest and lowest levels of the city of Gem.
The streets are dirty, badly lit, and clear. Fortunately.
I mean, you're a bunch of Exalted, it's not like a few guards could trouble you. But you still hope to go unnoticed for as long as possible.
House Arbani's villa is, of course, in the brightest, richest ward of Gem, the palace's neighborhood. You remember visiting there a few times as a kid, with your father. The residence of Arbani Halan and his immediate family and closest servants, and a headquarters from which to direct their House's operations across Gem.
You never really bothered noticing, when you lived here with your dad, of course... how secure the entire place is. And how hard it would be for someone to secure an audience with Arbani Halan himself without rousing suspicion.
You reach as close as you can without drawing attention, which means you don't actually set step in the palace neighborhood. It's swarming with guards.
The whole city is, of course, but those in the palace neighborhood are actually attentive. You spot them stopping passerbyes to question them, doing searches, patrolling in groups, armed and twitchy.
You try yo force yourself to not be paranoid. There's no way Rankar knows you're here. But what if something bigger is afoot right now?
You need to come up with a plan to speak with Arbani Halan. A group as large as yours, standing around and just watching, is bound to attract suspicion sooner or later.
Plus, even if not everyone in Gem can immediately recognize your and Karas' faces... within the palace neighborhood and among those guards, many of which were in your father's employ before, the probability skyrockets.
You consider your options.
>Aexel? Valeriana? If I give you a good enough description of Arbani Halan, you think you could cast an Infallible Messenger to him?
>Starfall, you think you could sneak into the villa and deliver a message to Halan?
>Lynne, you think you can sneak and bluff your way in there?
>Hey, Zareen. Could you tie a letter to an arrow and shoot it through that window there?
>Your turn, Mikahil. Think you can talk your way in there and get a meeting with Halan?
>You're up, Tia.
>I'll take care of this after all, you guys stand back.
>(Other?)
>Who are we?
Maka, an exiled noble Exalted as a Zenith-caste Solar. Queen of Gem, now ruling the western island of Tianna. You have gathered a vast amount of allies and friends, and defeated every threat to Tianna up to now, though not without difficulty.
You recently discovered that Tianna is actually an artificial island, built around a First Age Titan: an almighty flying fortress. Your forces have crushed the Bodhisattva Anointed by Dark Water, a Deathlord who tried to usurp its power for himself.
And now, on the day of your wedding, the Unconquered Sun Himself appeared to you and crowned you Princess of Creation, asking you to be an example for others in these dark times.
After securing the alliance of the nearby realm of Neck (or Okeanos, as they prefer to be called), you received news from your remote homeland of Gem: Rankar, the man who usurped your throne, holds your father and sister prisoner, and is about to marry her to his own son in an attempt to solidify and legitimize his power over the city.
>Solar? Zenith? I don't know Exalted...
This quest is as newbie-friendly as possible, and I want it to work as a newbie's intro to Exalted. If you have ANY question, ask in thread. For the setting, google "1d4chan exalted".
>Archive?
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Solar%20Quest
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Solar%2C+Quest
>System?
Dicepool-like system. When performing an action, everyone rolls 2d10 when posting. The first X rolls are considered, where X is equal to attribute + ability.
>XP?
Attributes cost [current score x5] xp. Abilities cost [current score x3] xp, except Zenith costing [(current score x3) -1]. Charms cost 10 xp, except for Zenith-based charms (related to charisma and physical/mental fortitude) which cost 8 xp. At the end of every "session" (thread) you will be presented with a list of possible acquisitions.
>Twitter?
@exaltedfag
>Any questions?
http://ask.fm/Exaltedfag
New System Info: http://pastebin.com/pvAZpsJ6
Characters info (player-made): http://pastebin.com/5WnD47jp
Quest in ebook format (player-made): https://www.dropbox.com/s/0wl5obxcwuakgdj/Exalted%20Quest%20-%20Threads%2001-101%20%5Bpdf%5D.rar?dl=0
Meanwhiles: http://pastebin.com/u/Exaltedfag
As you'll notice, I changed your Elder charm for the "social attack" tree of Zenith. The discussion for that was going on in the last thread.
This is what I came up with. it's in no way definitive if better ideas come up, or if that particular charm gets a lot of opposition.
>>415696
>Starfall, you think you could sneak into the villa and deliver a message to Halan?
The cockpit is stiflingly hot. I can feel the sweat pouring off me in buckets. We'll be at the job site any minute now. I'm about go through one more system check just to calm my nerves when the radio crackles.
“Allow me to restate the parameters of the mission. If you wish to join us, you must prove your strength. A certain upstart state is attempting to take revenge for the actions of one of our Jackals. They have amassed a sizable collection of conventional forces and converging on one of our outposts. This mission will be a test of your abilities: Wipe out the approaching army and you will be accepted as one of us. Be advised, this is no training exercise; failure means death.”
Yeah, no pressure. There is a large snapping as the carrier releases me. My stomach leaps into my throat and I fire off my boosters. Warnings flash all over my display and the cockpit shakes. The whirring of the stabilizers fills my ears and I touch down, throwing sand all around me.
All cameras online...time to do a system check. Arms good, legs good, boosters fine, the core is holding up. For the first time I take a good look at where I am. Ruined buildings surround me, covered what could be centuries of red sand. The bleached concrete shines in the midday sun, and what was once the main thoroughfare through this abandoned city bubbles under its heat. I can see them in the distance. Maybe a hundred units altogether; main battle tanks, light tanks, VTOLs, the works.
My main screen flashes. SWITCHING TO COMBAT MODE.
With a flick of my wrist the Armored Core, one of the finest machines ever made for battle, brings up its rifle. Secondary cameras light up all over the machine, letting me see the condition of the arms, legs, head and even the sub-arm mounted on the back. The generator spins up to full power and I steel myself. Time to see what this old rust bucket can do.
>Shoot first.
>Maneuver into cover.
>Boost into close combat range.
>>417579
>Maneuver into cover.
Might as well establish this first so we can shoot better good.
>>417579
>>Shoot first
We're outnumbered but they haven't noticed us yet so this is the best chance to reduce their advantage before we end up overwhelmed. I'd suggest going for cover after getting in a few shots though, preferably somewhere where we can lead them into a narrow chokepoint.
>>417579
Shoot first.
We'll ask questions later!
Here is you.
Who are you, and what you do?
>>423976
A nigger.
I nigger.
>>423976
Gyrate your pelvis furiously.
>>423976
A youth of african decent living day by day in the city of Detroit.
Welcome to bulgar's fantasy civ quest - a game of epic scale and great player involvement, thanks to our faction system. You can play as an anon like in a normal civ game or create a faction within our Kingdom, Roggar.
Here's the basic game rules:
http://pastebin.com/etm1V11S
Feel free to ask any questions and to participate in the story!
An overview of the story(From our point of view) so far:
Almost two centuries ago, the copper-age mortal civilizations across the world lost all connection to the Old Gods of the Elements during the Great Storm. The shamans lost their source of mana and could no longer cast their spells. Our civilization developed along the estuary of the Longfork river - initially a tribe of human farmers, we grew in size and territory and welcomed goblins and demons into our Kingdom. We've fought time and again against the tyrannical dragons. We've come into contact with other human and non-human civilizations and most of our population has adopted the faith of the New Gods of the Pantheon.
Most recently, an alliance of humans, goblins,demons, halflings, centaurs and ogres (the last two having long been enemies of ours) stood together and faced the great Orcish Horde and the dragons that led it in the fields of Vahkrin. The Alliance claimed victory in this massive battle and the orcs were driven out of our lands.
Most recently, our Kingdom underwent some administrative reforms and we saw our neighbours, the Kulargi, becoming vassals of the mighty Paitran Kingdom, the strongest human nation.
We are at a level of technological advancement roughly equal to the 2nd-3rd century BC Greece.
It is the year 186 After the Storm
>>Population:79k humans, 26k goblins, 470 demons
>>Food production:7/10
>>Food stockpiles:7/10
>>Resources:7/10
>>Morale:7/10
>>Buildings: great forge,stone roads,docks, barracks, arena, monument, King's Hall, watermills;
>>Economy:irrigation,drawn carts,horse riding,improving textiles, advancing crafts,bronze,currency, trade,iron,basic steel
>>Culture: festivals and folk culture, writing on stone and parchment, dragonslaying, medium arts, warrior cult
>>Government:improving bureaucracy, Lawkeepers,Legisature, trial of ordeal, elective monarchy
>>Military:demon warband(200 expert warriors),2000 iron hoplites, 800 horsemen, 1000 archers, 1500 goblin skirmishers
>>Navy:4 biremes,10 triremes
>>Religion: old gods shamanism, Pantheon worship
>A.Food production & growth
>B.Culture & religion
>C.Construction
>D.Military
>E.Government & laws
>F.Exploration & colonization
>G.Research & development
>H.Faction project
>I.Diplomacy & war
>J.Other
Factions, list your >Assets
>>420150
>A.Food production & growth
Erden assets: http://pastebin.com/qpHbnV9m
>>420150
>>A.Food production & growth
Assets
Titles:
Dragon Commander of the royal armies
Naval Commander of the royal fleets
Land: Bullscoast
Towns: Constantinople
Army: 500 Legionaries, Other Militia, Constantinople Town guard
Other:
Herds
Stone Quarry
Harbours
Academies
Forts: Iron hall and Sancre Tor
Previous thread >>389331
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/Stark1st
Looking for a journey through a strange land filled with monster girls and magic? Well, you came to the right place! This quest has an emphasis on world building, character-driven narrative, social interactions and combat.
Averagely I post from 6pm to ~10pm PST on weekdays and weekends are determined by my schedule. I am currently working on an overall summary for new lurkers/aspiring players.
>>414759
Last time you and Akitani began your perilous journey through the Accursed lands. You encountered a bicorn named Rozalin who so far has helped you along the way, though you don’t fully trust her. You also met a small imp girl who was looking for somewhere safe and you have pinky promised to protect her. You also met with Baeloric, a giant black dragon who told you that the item the old witch Yaga was looking for was in the hands of a nasty fire elemental named Azrazzor who is held up in the tallest northmost mountain in the region, the Tower of Spite. You four journey slowly to the tower and found yourselves in a village that turned out to be a literal ghost town. You are currently being targeted by two noisy goblins who for some reason want to capture you.
Rolled 7 (1d20)
>>411508
You think quickly and charge a death spell in your hand, you raise it to the sky and 10 skeletons pop out of the ground. You feel bad about raising these bodies as they might have been once the very town people of this village you have been conversing with, but your safety comes first. “Climb the buildings and be my shield!” you command. 5 skeletons surround you as a shield and the other five begin the climb to your goblin assailants. Since you can’t use your legs you know you can’t fight them any more than this, so you have Rozalin turn and run back to the inn as fast as she could. “Rozalin, run in a zig-zag or serpentine formation, but make it erratic. It will lessen the chances of the crossbow hitting us.” “Alright.” She turns and runs. The human skeletons aren’t as fast as a bicorn but they do their best to split themselves up to cover you. You think about maybe getting the townspeople to help, but they seem very preoccupied with running. You best just get back to the inn as soon as possible
A bolt shatters one right behind you. “Oi you, quit your runnin!” The armed goblin yells. Despite all this, it seems that goblin is a pretty good shot. The other goblin is trying to deal with the other skeletons you sent after them. “Take dat, and dat, and dat!” he swings a club at the ascending shamblers. Another bolt whizzes past you. You have maximized all you could to avoid getting hit and simply hope for the best.
Rolling a thing -5
>>414773
Despite the goblins best efforts he seems unable to hit you. But he does take out two more of your skeletal guard. Despite minor losses, you make it to the inn with relative ease.
You run into the inn and dart upstairs. Thankfully as far as you knew it was only the two goblins chasing you. With Aki and Wilsa’s help, you just might be able to fight them off. You burst through the door to your room to find Aki and Wilsa armed at the commotion. The young imp is hugging and hanging onto Akitani and shivering. “What is going on outside?!” Aki says while holding the young one. “We are being hunted by two goblins on the rooftops, we need to either fight them or run. “It's only two?” Wilsa asks. “Yes but I do not know if they have reinforcements,” It might be wiser to run,” Rozalin suggests. You hear a small voice. “Big sis Aki, I want to be somewhere safe.” The little imp requests. “It’s okay, big sis is here, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you." Akitani pats the imps head.
>Fight the goblins
>Run
>Write in