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>>421192
Aqua.

Our parents are hippies who whole-heartedly believe in the benevolence of our alien overlords.
We hate them with a burning passion for a lot of reasons, our name being one of them.

>>421192
William Williams, or Bill for short.

>>421192
Jimothy.

>>414832
Link to previous thread for those who don't know what's been going on?

>>414832
His next quest: the Secret of the Discount Pants (market).

Seriously. Pants. Now.

>>414923
kek. This.

But no, we've got other priorities going on.

Link to previous thread: >>394102

I have no idea how to proceed.

>0-level Occupation: Elven sage
Strength: 7 (-1)
Agility: 9 (0)
Stamina: 9 (0)
Personality: 14 (+1)
Intelligence: 9 (0)
Luck: 6 (-1)

AC: 10; HP: 1; Weapon: Dagger -1 (1d4-2)
Speed: 30; Init: 0; Ref: 0; Fort: 0; Will: 1

Equipment: Rations (1 day) (5 cp)
Trade good: Parchment and quill pen
Starting Funds: 32 cp
Lucky sign: Born on the battlefield (Damage rolls) (-1)
Languages: Common, Elven
Racial Traits: Elven traits: Heightened senses, iron vulnerability

>0-level Occupation: Wainwright
Strength: 8 (-1)
Agility: 10 (0)
Stamina: 11 (0)
Personality: 9 (0)
Intelligence: 7 (-1)
Luck: 9 (0)

AC: 10; HP: 4; Weapon: Club -1 (1d4-1)
Speed: 30; Init: 0; Ref: 0; Fort: 0; Will: 0

Equipment: Candle (1 cp)
Trade good: Cart: straw
Starting Funds: 33 cp
Lucky sign: Birdsong (Number of languages) (0)
Languages: Common

>0-level Occupation: Jester
Strength: 7 (-1)
Agility: 14 (+1)
Stamina: 10 (0)
Personality: 9 (0)
Intelligence: 9 (0)
Luck: 14 (+1)

AC: 11; HP: 1; Weapon: Dart +2 (1d4-1)
Speed: 30; Init: 1; Ref: 1; Fort: 0; Will: 0

Equipment: Chalk - 1 piece (1 cp)
Trade good: Silk clothes
Starting Funds: 35 cp
Lucky sign: Harsh winter (All attack rolls) (1)
Languages: Common

>0-level Occupation: Weaver
Strength: 13 (+1)
Agility: 7 (-1)
Stamina: 11 (0)
Personality: 10 (0)
Intelligence: 6 (-1)
Luck: 10 (0)

AC: 9; HP: 2; Weapon: Dagger +1 (1d4+1)
Speed: 30; Init: -1; Ref: -1; Fort: 0; Will: 0

Equipment: Crowbar (2 gp)
Trade good: Fine suit of clothes
Starting Funds: 38 cp
Lucky sign: Lucky sign (Saving throws) (0)
Languages: Common

>0-level Occupation: Elven falconer
Strength: 9 (0)
Agility: 10 (0)
Stamina: 11 (0)
Personality: 9 (0)
Intelligence: 11 (0)
Luck: 12 (0)

AC: 10; HP: 1; Weapon: Dagger +0 (1d4)
Speed: 30; Init: 0; Ref: 0; Fort: 0; Will: 0

Equipment: Flask - empty (3 cp)
Trade good: Falcon
Starting Funds: 29 cp
Lucky sign: The Broken Star (Fumbles) (0)
Languages: Common, Elven
Racial Traits: Elven traits: Heightened senses, iron vulnerability

>0-level Occupation: Halfling mariner
Strength: 16 (+2)
Agility: 12 (0)
Stamina: 8 (-1)
Personality: 6 (-1)
Intelligence: 11 (0)
Luck: 4 (-2)

AC: 10; HP: 2; Weapon: Knife (as dagger) +2 (1d4+2)
Speed: 20; Init: 0; Ref: 0; Fort: -1; Will: -1

Equipment: Mirror - hand-sized (10 gp)
Trade good: Sailcloth (2 yards)
Starting Funds: 23 cp
Lucky sign: Righteous heart (Turn unholy checks) (-2)
Languages: Common, Halfling
Racial Traits: Halfling ability: Infravision

>0-level Occupation: Barber
Strength: 9 (0)
Agility: 11 (0)
Stamina: 11 (0)
Personality: 13 (+1)
Intelligence: 11 (0)
Luck: 6 (-1)

AC: 10; HP: 1; Weapon: Razor (as dagger) +0 (1d4)
Speed: 30; Init: 0; Ref: 0; Fort: 0; Will: 1

Equipment: Chalk - 1 piece (1 cp)
Trade good: Scissors
Starting Funds: 18 cp
Lucky sign: Bountiful harvest (Hit points, applies each level) (-1)
Languages: Common

>0-level Occupation: Halfling glovemaker
Strength: 10 (0)
Agility: 14 (+1)
Stamina: 11 (0)
Personality: 12 (0)
Intelligence: 13 (+1)
Luck: 7 (-1)

AC: 11; HP: 2; Weapon: Awl (as dagger) +0 (1d4)
Speed: 20; Init: 1; Ref: 1; Fort: 0; Will: 0

Equipment: Iron spike (1 sp)
Trade good: Gloves (4 pairs)
Starting Funds: 41 cp
Lucky sign: Seventh son (Spell checks) (-1)
Languages: Common, Halfling, choose 1 more
Racial Traits: Halfling ability: Infravision

>0-level Occupation: Parsnip Farmer
Strength: 9 (0)
Agility: 12 (0)
Stamina: 5 (-2)
Personality: 17 (+2)
Intelligence: 6 (-1)
Luck: 6 (-1)

AC: 10; HP: 1; Weapon: Pitchfork (as spear) +0 (1d8)
Speed: 30; Init: 0; Ref: -1; Fort: -2; Will: 2

Equipment: Thieves' tools (25 gp)
Trade good: Mule
Starting Funds: 27 cp
Lucky sign: Struck by lightning (Reflex saving throws) (-1)
Languages: Common

>0-level Occupation: Miller-baker
Strength: 12 (0)
Agility: 11 (0)
Stamina: 7 (-1)
Personality: 14 (+1)
Intelligence: 9 (0)
Luck: 12 (0)

AC: 10; HP: 2; Weapon: Club +0 (1d4)
Speed: 30; Init: 0; Ref: 0; Fort: -1; Will: 1

Equipment: Waterskin (5 sp)
Trade good: Flour (1 lb.)
Starting Funds: 17 cp
Lucky sign: Harsh winter (All attack rolls) (0)
Languages: Common

>>421263
Percy the Peasant, a rather generic peasant.

- Or so he wishes his party members to think. In fact, he is Percy the Unpleasant, a famous treasure hunter on the trail of... well... treasure. That's what treasure hunters do.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>414203

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>414203

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>414203

Let there be light?

>>421002
make Star Platinum

Tell yourself that you've already done enough and call it a day.

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You snap your fingers, an attempt to get Mortia's attention. Despite the warning you received at the door she's crouched by a pool of liquid, in the midst of shifting slowly from blue to purple, and has dipped inside a small glass vial suspended at the end of a set of metal tongs. The sharp crack sounds muffled and distant even to your ear. It's a curious phenomena, the room is absolutely saturated with vys but you would not think that alone sufficient to prevent sound from carrying as normal. Perhaps some manner of enchantment placed upon the room?

Instead you reach out through the connections afforded to you by the brooch, rendered tenuous by your surroundings. You're robbed of the snatches of thought you're usually able to pick up from the link, but are nonetheless able to communicate. {Be careful with that. I'm unsure of what effect liquefied vys might have upon someone should they touch it, but the guard seemed to imply that it was less than desirable.}

{The guard is also a man without magical talent, do you seriously think he's the one we should be taking advice from in regards to what is clearly a potent alchemical ingredient?} Even through the frayed connection you're able to pick up upon notes of curiosity and excitement shading the thoughts of your companion. {I intend to make full use of everything there is to be found in this room, safety be damned.}

She pulls the vial from the pool and carefully plugs it with a cork, slipping it back inside her satchel. She withdraws a second vial and repeats the process, then once it's safely tucked away draws out a thin knife and a much larger glass vial. You watch, along with your assembled companions, as Mortia carefully approaches one of the vents and begins to gently shave off the crystallized vys which has accumulated at the edges of the vent. She collects each piece in turn, and then tucks that too into her satchel.

Finally, she withdraws a large, cone-shaped beaker with a cylindrical neck and grasp it between the same metal tongs she's used to manipulate her various other implements. Carefully, she twist the beaker upside down and holds it out above the vent to gather the bluish-green smoke streaming towards the ceiling. Once filled she quickly caps the beaker and drops it into her satchel with the rest of her supplies, apparently satisfied for now with the samples she's gathered.

{If you're finished exposing yourself to dangerous concentrations of magic,} This time your mind alights upon each of your companions in turn, drawing them all into the conversation. {I'd like to meditate as a group upon the artifact before us, to see if we might gain some manner of insight from it.}

(1/5)
Haha, I'm retarded.

>>414258
FUCK OFF JEW

reply to twitter fag

>>416222
Ok...

I really, really like your concept. Or at least what I think it is.

But your writing is rather hard to parse.

Take some deep breaths. Slow down a bit. There are simpler ways to inform us that this is Fantasy Elf Japan at the end of the isolation period.

Like telling us that this is Fantasy Elf Japan and linking us to a wiki if we're more curious about the specific period. Trying to smash together the history of Japan into three blocks of text along with, with fantasy elves thrown in, is a foolhardy task.

>>416222
>You are a master mage, head of a small magic university with a few students.

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>>416514
>master mage
As you wake up from your bed the air feels too calm. Time to start the morning classes with the few student you have under you. More information about natural elements could be taught to finish what you were teaching yesterday or move on to more advance topics. You could just make your students do more practicing with elements again like lass time but that could backfire. What should you do when you arrive at the university?

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As for the new anons?

This is Snacks. Your very own, personal loveball, or at least that's what you really really want. Even more than a new plasma TV, without a picture of Anaking screaming burned in the screen, right as Vader tells the fuck he came from his big black balls.

Snacks is the dishwasher from the restaurant where you work as a waitress. Instead of just throwing em out in the trashcan, she cuts the clean leftovers from the diners into tiny little pieces that she feeds the whole staff when she gets the chance. Her nickname is your fault. Yeah. You are, pretty much, the only one she talks to. And while she spouts silly nonsense and laughs way too hard at times, you can't help but love how hard she challenges her fears. It makes you wonder.
Also, she wears fake white horns.
For those of you too god damn bored: >>400994

>>413993
>Trash can get things, so don't worry anons. She
>She
Ae we female or male? Sorta confused.

>>414238

You are a girl everyone takes for a guy at first and second glance. Furthermore, in the first thread:

>you are a waiter

OP fucked up hard and forgot to leave the clues. So yeah, your balls shrank into your crotch.

>>423910
Germany
Grey
The Third Reich

>>423944
oh shit do people actually play here

>>423954
We do, most die though which sucks since they're deleting the threads on /pol/

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Last thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/399869/

>>416402
>>416386
Last thing you wanna do is piss off a bunch of old-ass Tzimisce.

Well, there might be some truth in this, no doubt. Courtesy is one thing, but intent is another.

You leave your keep, waking the daytime keeper. You've never really spoken to him, but he he seems stern, and doubtful to turn on your back. taking of with the horse-carriage, you barely feel like the master of anything at all.

The ancient curse is still alive. (1- blood, 22/30)
The ancient curse is still alive. (1- blood, 22/30)

You arrive early in the third night, almost wishing that you'd pushed a bit harder previously, it'd been nice to not sleep beneath the flimsy roof of the carriage, feeling uncomfortably exposed to the sun. At last you've arrived. His castle, too, sits upon a hill,and unlike yours, it can properly be called a castle. It's, comparatively, huge, most made of matte grey rock.

Knocking on the large, wooden gates, you're greeted with what you can only assume is one of lazlo's ghouls. It's a tall woman - at least a foot taller than yourself, but thin as a stick, and as pale as a vampire - but her aura reveals that she's a ghoul.

"Ah, I do not recognize you. You must be Jaroslav. Follow me, and i'll escort you to your chambers. From there, you may walk to the main hall. Sustenance will be Provided."

You follow her, and is met with a large, but relatively simple room - better looking than yours, on the other hand.

What do you do from here?

>stay in your chambers untill the meeting, tomorrow.
>go to the main hall
>go elsewhere (write-in)

Also, do we have any particular agenda while here? or should we keep as low profile as possible.

>low profile. Ask little, and answer when spoken to, and try to learn as much by observing.

>Attempt to get some favor from someone, and in turn, be indebted.

>other (write-in)

>>418137
>wander around the most impressive places and take notes on even the simplest things, be stoic whilst doing so.
>Observe a couple things, Engage with casual conversation, make it clear that we are new blood. Chances are people will ask crazy things as to why notes and such are taken. I suppose we can just straight up tell them that the condition the owner of this place is in is far more preferable to our own.

>>418225
>wander around the most impressive places and take notes on even the simplest things, be stoic whilst doing so.

You start walking about the castle, and while you're not really capable of making notes, as you didn't bring any pergament, you have no problem taking mental notes. However, it doesn't take long until you start to feel that you're getting ghoul-eyes upon yourself, and you feel it best to head for the grand hall. However, you take one note of particular interest - they've solved light by holes in the walls, the lit underneath.

>Observe a couple things, Engage with casual conversation, make it clear that we are new blood. Chances are people will ask crazy things as to why notes and such are taken. I suppose we can just straight up tell them that the condition the owner of this place is in is far more preferable to our own.

Entering the grand hall, you truly appreciate how big it is, most of your keep above land could fit inside a single hall, save perhaps the tower for height.

You see several ghouls, but only a pair of Vampires - and according to vasiml's descriptions, none of them are Lazlo.

One is a small shape, with an eerily androgynous face. While it seems harmless, you can almost taste power in the air around it - you assume this to be Lyobomir.

The other is a beast of a man, well over two meters tall, and wider shoulders than a pair of commoners. However, his face, while rugged, looks very "normal" His appearance, if one is to believe it, tells you that he was embraced in his forties.

>approach Lyobomir

>approach the other vampire.

>other(write-in)

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>>413983

Becca’s there, her clothes are on the floor in a pile. She’s standing there completely naked, just as beautiful as always. She’s stunning.

You’re stunned.

SMUT AHEAD:


“What’s the matter?~”

She says this walking up to you. Shit, you didn’t ever hear her go up the stairs behind you.

She grabs you by your collar and shoves you onto your bed. She shuts the door behind her and bends down very very slowly to pick up her panties.

She tosses them to you.

“You know how old movies had bitches with handkerchiefs that they’d reward the hero with? Close enough.”

She shrugs, her breasts bounce. Her face turns naughty, as she yanks your pants down to your ankles. You’re already at attention as she uses her lips on your length.

You watch her head bob in smooth motions.

You’re powerless to stop her. It feels too damn good. She doesn’t miss a beat and makes cute gagging noises and moans.

She bottoms out on you suddenly. And if that wasn’t enough, she looks up to you and winks.

Goddamnit.

All at once, you tilt your head back, thrust, and hold her head down.

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0sQfi17RUgr

K.O.

Twenty seconds or so and one huge gulp later, she lifts up and coughs a few times.

She crawls onto the bed ontop of you and places your right hand on her right breast.

She then leans into you and whispers “Clean yourself up. These jammies will do fine.~”

She grabs the pajamas bundled next to you both and wiggles her ass out the room to go get dressed. You’re left star-struck again.
She’s magic, you swear.

*****

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYpydJm3L4A

You make your way back downstairs and see the two closest women in your life curled up on the couch, both excited for your return.

Your pajamas on Becca look like they drape over her nicely. Very loose and unsurprisingly very cute.

Wait a second, speaking of women being close in your life, you check your phone briefly. It’s already about 8:30 and while you wouldn’t expect your mom back, you’re still a little concerned. Something just doesn’t seem right…

Ah well. You’ve got a date and bigger fish to fry right now.

You hop on the couch between your two ladies and Becca slaps play.

A blue laser paints a logo of Carolco?

Mario Kassar Presents?

Oh, as the kids are playing in the playground it dawns on you.

“Terminator 2?”
You look to Becca confused.
“It’s better than the first one. Duh.”

Eh, good enough for you. You get comfy watching L.A. circa 2029 A.D.

Throughout the movie you go from staring at Arnold’s antics to staring at your woman’s face against the soft glow of the television. She’s real fucking pretty. Goddamn.

How’d you get so lucky?

And Daisy’s gotten used to your home surprisingly quickly. Though you did need to clean up some toilet paper she stole from your bathroom. Really you’re just impressed she is so good at using stairs.

You give her a scratch behind the ears.

(CONT)

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>>413990

*****

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAA9OYEyK0g

By the time Arnold gives his last thumbs up and descends and the credits roll, ou hear snoring. You inspect Daisy, but it’s actually coming from Becca.

Hmm. Still, both of the girls are fast asleep.

Ah well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!

You start to settle in and relax, letting yourself drift to sleep.

The big fight’s almost here. What like, 4 days from now? Holy shit.
Tomorrow you gotta get back to the old grind. Gotta put in that work.

Becca lays her head on your chest as she slumps over, fully asleep. You wrap your arm around her.

And drift...

Nicely...

To sleep...

>Roll 1d20 vs. Evasion!

THE BELL RINGS

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>>413995

WHOOPS! NOT VS. EVASION

+ EVASION!!!!

SO

>1d20 + 2 vs. DIFFICULT!

>Bo3 AS ALWAYS

>>413749
>Luna, Gat, Solaris, and Sanctus are off screen.
Clearly Sanctus is fucking Luna, and Gat is a sub to Solaris in their relationship.

>>413769
>That lewd interpretation
What are you talking about?

Solaris/Sacratus/Sanctus are playing a role-playing game, with Solaris being the Dungeon Master, fulfilling their deep bright role-playing fantasies~

Luna is observing Gat as he's fixing the sink pipe. She's just impressed of his rhythmic unclogging skills and exclaims in joy.

Why does everything have to be lewd with you guys?...

Also, give me a sec guys, I'll post some starting stuff I had in mind in a few moments. However, I won't have much time today, just around an hour. We'll continue during the upcoming days so yeah, relax and stop by from time to time for news and discussion about the quest.

Rolled 12 (1d32)

>>423523

>>423533
The first portal is on the board! Now roll me 1d31 for the next portal.

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>>423533
>>423550

Rolled 65315 (1d99999)

/////// IMPORTANT ////////

To roll, do NOT use your post number.

You must type exactly: "dice+1d99999" in the options field.

The results are shown above, in case you didn't already know.

>Martian Empire
>Mars
>Red

>>423033
Nice map.

>>423039
thanks, i didnt make it, i just updated the rules and added loads of features n shit

You start reverse research on on Contract Greater Elemental, that extremely complex incantation condition looks really useful. Once that’s done (the familiar timer has popped up showing 15 days) you open up your friends list to contact John and Lelogas. Unfortunately John’s name is greyed out -- it’s exactly the same as when you tried contacting Lelogas when he was busy knocking boots with Robin -- John must’ve turned off his messages. Lelogas, however is ‘online’, you ring him up.
“Lelogas, its Bob.”
“Oh. Hey Bob, listen I’m a little busy right now --”

“Sure. But listen I have something important to tell you, it’ll just take a sec.”
“...alright go ahead.”
“Ok. So this guy, Duke Arthur, a player and the lord of Olekville, is trying to incite a war with the Elves.”
“...What’d you say his name was?”
“Arthur. Duke Arthur.”
“Hmm. That would explain a few things. Where are you right now? How’d you get this info?”

>”That’s not important right now. And what did you mean by ‘that would explain a few things’?”
>Tell him everything

>>413737
>>”That’s not important right now. And what did you mean by ‘that would explain a few things’?”
Gotta keep it simple.

>>413737
>”That’s not important right now. And what did you mean by ‘that would explain a few things’?”