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Greetings Couch Potato! It is Saturday night, a night filled with fun and adventure and danger for most, but not for you! There you sit, alone and bored, wondering what to do with yourself. But hark! The night is young! You decide to gather yourself and sally forth into the potent night. Boredom be damned, you are going to have a night worth telling of! Now tell me, are you a man or a woman??
>first response decides

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You are Kraton Reed, Jedi Lord of Telos IV

At a time when the Republic was merely a shadow of its former self and the Sith terrorized much of the Galaxy, you chose to strike back. Breaking from protocol, you gathered together a small group of likeminded Jedi Knights and raised your own army. You launched a crusade against the Sith Empire and managed to liberate the Outer Rim world of Telos IV. The people of this world now look upon you as their Lord and their protector in these dark times…

Having finally finished off the Sith Forces on Ferro, Reed assigned a regiment of his soldiers to build and man an outpost before taking his leave of the remote world alongside his soldiers and his new Mandalorian allies. He returned home to Telos IV with his armies victorious, yet the upcoming battle for Mirial was ever present on his mind.

While presiding over a small celebratory feast with his Knights and officers, Reed suddenly found himself entertaining a messenger from the Republic who brought ill news. With the situation in the Republic deteriorating even further, the Supreme Chancellor has begun to call back all of the Republic’s military forces to the Core Worlds in order to restore order. The only matter which kept Fianna from leaving Telos IV and taking all her ships and soldiers with her was the continued absence of her master, Sun Vike, who was still away conducting reconnaissance missions against the Sith with his detachment of soldiers.

Without the Republic Expeditionary Force backing his forces, Reed faces a very daunting task ahead of him. Will he be able to take Mirial from the Sith before his allies can leave him, or is there another way to solve this crisis?

Sitting within the confines of his private residence on Citadel Station, still a mess after the recent attempt on his life, Kraton Reed ponders what action to take next

>Gather all high rank officers and Jedi Knights together and begin immediately planning the liberation of Mirial?
>Attempt to convince Fianna and her Republic forces to continue to stay and support you and your efforts in this part of the Galaxy?
>Meet with the Sith Assassin Prisoner, Arlia Sitra, and offer her a chance to join your forces?
>Try something else (Write-in?)

Link to last thread
>>371313

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Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU/edit

Twitter: QuestingQM

Last time on European Dragon Quest, we went into another dimension, lost Claw, the Autistic Wolf Sidekick, and as Claw we made an account called KKKlaw_69 (also referencing his newfound lust for women... Guess he was projecting on Renexizious.) for World of Reichscraft, made an Italian Engineer, saved the day, and creeped people out with our powers of Autism. Then we switched to Ren, made Skaven have an orgy after a natural twenty, attracted Slaanesh which we didn't fucking want a part of, and pretty much found dwarves, and decided to help them.

And we also were forcibly shapeshifted to a half-dragon about human-sized. And are fighting an Ork Warboss.

"Oi, ya git! Get up an' fight!"

"Gladly." You slowly get up from the ground, and brush off your royal suit, adorned with the coat of arms of Sweden.

Oh, and you were also knocked down, and disarmed. Shit.

Actions.

>FIGHT WITH YOUR FISTICUFFS!
>Flee!
>You don't have to fight fair... Use your breath attack and try to grab your weapon! (Body, HARD)
>Grab a discarded weapon... Maybe you might get lucky!
>Well, rush in and try to grab your weapon! (Agility, HARD, Risky)

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After WW3, many humans were frozen cryogenically to survive the fallout. Years later, we open up to new Europa! Found a country and explore and fight!

Realistic countries are preferred over meme ones.

Roll 1d10000

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I am playing and OPing. While i absolutely hate this i have been pruned 3 times today and want to f-ing play

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/FEc6v8FP

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Beleaguered%20Prince%20Quest

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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You pour a little something extra into your tea to help you relax a little. You pour and pour and pour and keep pouring…

"Why not skip the tea and go straight for the booze?" Myrrdin asks. "At this rate, you're going to run out of cup."

"That would be unrefined, Myrddin," you say. "I'm not a drunkard."

"If you say so, your highness," Myrddin says. "In any case, you'll be pleased to know that all the assassins currently in the capital work for us, and that your uncle won't be able to get replacements any time soon. You've officially saved the Crown Prince's wedding."

"And no one will ever know, or trace any of it back to me." You calmly sip your tea. "Just the way I like it. What about that spy you uncovered?"

"Still no news on that front," Myrddin says. "He's asking a lot of questions, but either they're not suspicious, or they're about a broad range of equally suspicious topics. I can't narrow it down at the moment."

That spy is the least threatening of your immediate concerns, including the group date you need to organize. You can leave him be for now, or you can try to dangle some bait in front of him and see what happens.

>"No need to change our plans. Keep watching the spy for now."
>[Intrigue/1d12] "Try to feed him some information. I want to see what he reacts to."

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>Its another civilization thread
But with a twist!
I've kicked out the most commonly picked races.
Weird choices are the only ones left!
>First three votes for Race and Area

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[BEGIN PLAYBACK]

''Yes, we still are in character creation. Come on in you pieces of sh-''
[---LOADING---]

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This is...This is...Uh, who is this person?
is it a Guy or Gal?

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Come on dochland your move.

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INTRODUCTION - You are Isaac, a college student who has been inexplicably transplanted in the Song of Ice and Fire universe: Game of Thrones, around the time of the start of the novels. In the first few weeks, we got in good with the Tyrell house guards, whose ranks we quickly joined as a cover to be near the nobles for when we wish to use our knowledge of the Game of Thrones universe. Currently, we sit in Storm's End, Capital of the Stormlands, and home of Renly Baratheon, Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, as Margery and Renly court eachother for a secret marriage alliance between the Tyrell's and Renly's Baratheons. Your Lady is aware that something is strange about you, but has not attempted contact, and your entourage is now on the way to attend the Hand's Tournament in King's Landing - the Capital of the Seven Kingdoms.

> If you don't know the lore that well, this game takes a preconceived idea that the MC has perfect knowledge and memory of events in the books, ergo feel free to read articles on the Wiki about the subjects mentioned if you feel lost.

Personally I would recommend two links: the first is a run down of the Tournament of the Hand, the tourney we will soon be observing in the coming weeks, and a detailed understanding of the City it is held in- King's Landing.


- http://gameofthrones.wikia.com/wiki/King's_Landing

-http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Hand's_tourney

- and the woman we're serving currently
http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Margaery_Tyrell

AND if you want to catch up, thread one - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/379810/

Or two-
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/390053/

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Thankfully, with a concentrated effort of not getting himself in to a river of shit situations via keeping his head down and quietly visiting Elinor by night to talk by candlelight about both of your first times being in the Capital - King's Landing. As of dawn today, King's Landing became visible in the distance, first as a speck on the horizon, and steadily it grew, the Red Keep and the Sept of Baelor's towers shined in the late-morning light.

The sight was something you could have only dreamed about. The city was frankly massive, a truly mighty metropolis in its own right, and gave off a sense of history stronger than any place you'd been before. Approaching the gates, you realize this is where so many famous legends in this world have been. Rhaegar Targaryean heading to battle at the trident, Tywin Lannister sacking the city, Aegon the Conqueror and his two sister-wives as they landed here 300 years ago.

Passing under the gate you feel a bit of nervousness build up in your gut. You, better even than the people who have lived here for decades of their lives, know more than most of how dangerous it could truly be. With your knowledge, you could quickly become a target.

(cont.)

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>>>FULLMETAL CORE<<<
>>SEGMENT 02<<
Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Fullmetal%20Core

Some time after your first mission, you arrive at a familiar location. A place often described as surreal and melancholic; the Vulture's Landing.

Founded alongside the growing mercenary caste, the Vulture's Landing is a neutral ground where guns for hire--soldiers who call themselves "Vultures"--can rest, resupply, and network with potential contractors. It was here that you met your partner and mentor, OPERATOR.

Your dropship lands and the Leo-Ray is transferred over to the local hangar for resupply. Some of the Landing's workers begin to approach you with paperwork, but OPERATOR cuts them off and gets busy handling the management duties for you. Your partner will also be collecting your pay soon enough, the highlight of any successful mission. For now, you retire to your humble apartment. The residences available for rent in the Landing are built entirely for function and short term visits; Vultures don't stick around long enough to warrant building mansions for them. And tenants often die before they can pay off their rent anyway.

You wake up the next day after a refreshing night of rest. Your communicator appears to have a single message from OPERATOR asking to meet with you about your paycheck and how the funds are to be spent, and also about your next job. But of course, it's not extremely urgent if you have other things to do.

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A heart of gold. Fighting to the finish. Making it all twelve rounds. Boxing is a canvas to

paint one’s emotions. What are you fighting for?

Acts 1-3:
https://my.mixtape.moe/vlnktw.pdf

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=FINAL+ROUND+-+Act

Twitter (for updates, to ask me questions, and generally you'll know when I'm whipping shit

up.): https://twitter.com/qstMoofin/

Current stats and information:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DXhzCTez2sELVIH25N6UdJqurF0grk9SIuotAbGiT54/pub

Last time: >>357913

It's been a while. Let's get it.

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The bell rings. Out of school for the weekend. You heard about this guy named Sam.

Sam.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFbkPWu6clM

Sam was sort of an oddball. The Winthrop family moved in just down the street from your home.

7th grade. They seemed like some of the nicest people on the planet.

He was this goofy red-haired kid. Shorter than you but not by much.

That particular summer, you'd later find, would be pretty fun. You went with your class to some

amusement park out of state, you got to go to some dude’s birthday party across in the East

Bay, and overall, though your crush kept ignoring you, shit was going okay.
But before all that, you had to kill the rest of this semester, and you weren't about to do

that alone. Again, little did you know.

His mom came to your door trying to meet all the neighbors, brought sandwiches with too much

mayo. It was a sweet gesture. She was trying to fit in with all the other moms, you know?

You would later go to Sam’s house and meet him properly too. He was out front, trying his

damndest to make his bike hop. Meer inches gave him that unforgettable look, cheesing from

cheek to cheek. He had just seen some BMX video and was stoked to try the stuff he saw.
You had never even ridden a bike.

“Hey, you wanna try?” He had this hopeful look on his face, like he wasn’t afraid of shit. It

inspired you.

“Sure!”

You promptly fell, scraped your knee, and dinged his bike in one fell swoop. It was almost

impressive.
He laughed for a solid ten seconds then snapped out of it and saw that you weren’t getting up

on your own.

He props you up and brings you inside. But doesn’t stop at the living room.

He kept going.

Up the stairs.

Up to his room.

Why?

“Here you go, man. What’s your name?”

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

He handed you a damp rag to dab your scrape and you introduced yourselves.

His room was pretty typical. Had a few good baseball cards, a small box TV, you know. The

usual.

You watched him turn on wrestling. It was just starting. Seeing it captivated you and really

made you enter their world for a moment.

(CONT.)

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/RISK/ thread, you know what to do

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Hello, I've been thinking of making a civ/quest for a while now, and while I have posted a total of about one quest and 3 or so civ's over the years(under different names, and a different trip from now), this was all a long time back and I still feel like a newb regardles. Now I have a few ideas for running a Civ/Quest, but for now I want to focus on the 'earlygame' day to day survival of a group transported from another world, starting with a rather large population as they transfer from life in the height (or depths) of the industrial revolution, to having effectively no tech to work with. All of the races selected/showm feel right to me for this scenario, and I feel like I can in some way relate to (for better storytelling), and all of the locations I have some ideas for in regards to plot and resources, and seem at least survivable. I may or may not use stats or influences from the regular Civ lists, but for now just pick what you like.

I hope we can manage this in EU time, and as usual for a Civ
>First race to 3 wins
>First worldtype to 3 wins