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Allmig Primus is a Small Species about an Inch long who just developed sentience. they are colorless, with a small Brain and Mouth, but no mean to move other than Slow Crawling
You are a Little voice inside their Brain. You Can command them, and they think you are some sort of "God"
While Observing the World around them, A Huge Jungle with Water Flowing in many River. They saw other creature with other mean of Movement, some had Wing, other Had Leg, Other Swam, Other Climbed
>They Ask you. What should they Grow to Move?
>also Roll a dice 1000
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Leg
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Other leg so they have two in total
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Star Wars - Imperial Prisoner 2016-07-17 23:46:30 Post No.382083
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A relatively smaller room, though larger still than your holding cell. You could guess that it may be for conferences by the number the table could seat, and the circular bright light above. Bright enough that it strains your eyes and makes it hard to concentrate, and cuffed to the chair as you are, you won't be going anywhere.
"Greetings. For training purposes, this exchange will be recorded. I have been informed that your grasp galactic standard is weak so I'll try to use basic wording."
You hear the door open and someone, male, enter but you can't make them out well. They also don't seem to be in very conversational mood.
"I am Inquisitor Trenxal of the Galactic Empire, presiding officer over this deployment. I am sure you will forgive the treatment you have been afforded thus far, but our records are... admittedly sparse on your kind. As the first detainee of your race to my knowledge, protocol dictates a sufficient degree of study... I'm sure you understand."
Well that would explain the frequent and undignified testing you've been subjected to since your capture. You wouldn't have imagined an entity such as the Empire to subject prisoners to this kind of humiliation, but then as a criminal of an unfamiliar race, you figure the treatment would be the same if the situation was reversed. At least no one back home on Csilla will ever hear of this... hopefully.
"Now, on the subject of your crime..."
>Choices to follow.
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>Mercenary - A soldier for hire, you’ve turned your military experience into a profession and have seen conflict for a price. In the galaxy, there are those skilled in combat, and those who pay others to be skilled for them.
>Bounty Hunter - Only the most cunning or dangerous sorts would track down those wanted in the galaxy. You’ve gotten good at hunting down targets, and in this profession you’re either good or you’re dead.
>Smuggler - You can get what they want, and you’ve made a living out of moving prohibited goods. Supply and demand is as much a law as any other.
>Rogue - For you, there’s no question to your criminal activities, your livelihood relies on them! There’s always good money for dirty work.
>Saboteur - A profession based around sabotage and breaking the supply chain. It’s easier to destroy than it is to create.
>Scavenger - You scour the galaxy in search of wreckage and lost goods you can collect. Just because it’s been discarded or forgotten, doesn’t mean it isn’t valuable.
So, what was it, that you were arrested and imprisoned for?
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Rogue, was hired to plant evidence of a murder in an imperial senator's quarters on a star destroyer.
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>>Scavenger - You scour the galaxy in search of wreckage and lost goods you can collect. Just because it’s been discarded or forgotten, doesn’t mean it isn’t valuable.
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Panzer Commander Quest #1 2016-07-17 22:45:57 Post No.381934
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A century and a score in the past, the world was consumed with war like had never been seen before, fueled by limitless ambition. The young prime minister of the republic of Czeiss, Alexander Zeissenburg, crowned himself Kaiser of his lands. Supported by his loyal cadre of generals, the new Kaiser Alexander formed the Grossreich of Czeiss, and set out to bring the entire world under his domain.
The might of the Grossreich proved to be insurmountable by any who faced the Kaiser in battle. Many fell before the bayonets and sabers of his armies, and many more chose to surrender their lands peacefully. Some chronicles detail terrible oppression by the Grossreich against its subjects during these times, while others wax on with great detail the architectural and societal accomplishments of the Grossreich. There are few unbiased records of the reign of Kaiser Alexander Zeissenburg.
The Kaiser was almost able to bring the entirety of the western continent under his control, but when his troops were just about to break through into the ancient lands of Naukland, after years of bloody sieges against numerous mountain forts, the Kaiser suddenly fell greatly ill, and died. His successor was weak, and the empire crumbled nearly as quickly as it had rose.
The people of the Grossreich have not forgotten their glorious history, even one hundred years after the zenith of their imperial glory.
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Deep in the Archduchy of Strossvald, fifty kilometers from the capital city of Strosstadt, lies what was once the Von Sturmer Officer’s Academy under the old Reich. The classical architecture, once housing the ambitious noble youth of Kaiser Alexander’s Reich, is now occupied by similarly ambitious noble youth, but of the new nobility belonging to Strossvald. Besides the name of the nation, however, little has changed.
When Strossvald broke away from the rapidly disintegrating Grossreich of Czeiss sixty years past, many of the nobles who declared independence had been given their stations by the Reich in the first place. The Academy became the Officer’s Academy of the Archduke, then with the new Archduke’s interest in armored warfare, became the Armor Academy of the Archduke. Besides that, the same families that had always lived in the region still sent their sons to gain commissions, and the new blood was as blue as that that had come before.
Today was the date of the final exercise of the class of 1932. Most of the ceremonies had already been concluded, but this last formality would inform the representatives of the nobility that had come of who was the most capable. Those who proved their worth here would likely find themselves plucked out of the masses and given prestigious positions.
Somewhere among the rows of night-blue uniformed young officer candidates is you.
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You are Richter Von Tracht, prospective lieutenant for the Strossvald’s growing armor corps. As much as you would like to be one of the lucky few who would go to places greater than your standing, there is already a place reserved for you.
Most nobility had the privilege of going where they wished, but your family was only noble in name and lineage. With little but a hilltop manor and a pair of servants to the Von Tracht name, and you as the only child of an only child, your father had secured a friendship with the much more powerful Von Blumm family. You weren’t certain of the details, but your family had come away from the deal with a guarantee of an officer position and a betrothal; quite valuable things for an ailing noble line such as yours. As much as you would like to be adventuring with a famous battalion such as the Silver Lances, the right arm of the Archduchy, the pressure was on you to continue the fragile Von Tracht lineage.
Most nobility knew one another, and although you were unknown when you first arrived the state of your house, once it had been found out, soon became common knowledge, and a fact to be ridiculed by both the sons of the upper nobility and the dregs of the houses that served them. They maintained common courtesy but their speech and attitudes had poorly concealed disgust in them, as if you were a farmhand who had wandered in among them.
Far to the side of the assembly were gathered the enlisted crews. While they had been present in training, you knew very few of them. They were remiss to speaking of themselves around nobles such as yourself, even if there was a greater similarity between yourself and them than between yourself and the other officers; something your comrades knew and considered in their dealings with you but that the enlisted did not. A few glanced over with pensive, cautious looks before quickly diverting themselves.
Each time your company had done an exercise, it had been with a different group of crewmen. It was a system that had many critics, but the nobility disliked associating itself with the working class, and the working class was equally wary of their betters.
>You were better than the lowborn and you knew it. The only thing more disgraceful than the mockery of your peers would be proving their prejudices toward you to be correct
>You had become numb to class differences long ago. Apathy might not be appreciated by either party, but it was easier to not discriminate. They would all envy you in time regardless.
>You forsook the nobility as they had forsaken you. Blood and prestige be damned, you had had enough of pretending to be the better of the enlisted.
>voting will be based on majority vote. In most cases if alternatives are presented, and they have the majority, they will be taken in lieu of other choices
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>You had become numb to class differences long ago. Apathy might not be appreciated by either party, but it was easier to not discriminate. They would all envy you in time regardless.
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>You were better than the lowborn and you knew it. The only thing more disgraceful than the mockery of your peers would be proving their prejudices toward you to be correct
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>Welcome back to A Song of Misery and Salt. This is a poor attempt to run a quest in the Game of Thrones setting of GRRM.
>You are Hoster Fraser, heir of House Fraser, a small House in the Iron Islands. Life has been hard for you and yours, and it promise to become harder in the next few months.
It only took Rodrik two days to find the camps, with the third used for learning their travel roads and the location of their caches of ill gotten gains. "They've been stealing and robbing for a while, not all they goods have been pawned already, we'll make better use of the loot than them once we're done" says Rodrik sitting at his usual seat in the council room if it could be named thus.
"Have you uncovered anything that could link Ulmer men's to them?" question Melwyn between spoonfuls of something that could hardly be called a soup, a nod is his only answer as Rodrik finish his meal and wash it down with mulled wine. A contended sigh escape his lips before he continues "Yes, the cunt's men have a camp bordering our land and theirs, they act as if they already own the place each time they come in to 'trade', they look to be better armed, for bandits, nothing too impressive if we take them by surprise" He finish with a smirk. Melwyn nods at that and give also a slight smirk, I've been working with a small amount of peasants these past few months, they're green but a bit of blood should turn them into something that could defend the wall of Fraserholm should Lord Fraser decided to arm them." He turns to me and give another nod to Rodrik's displeasure.
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"Which Lord are you talking about?" Rodrik hisses before continuing "Now is not the time to have this conversation, there's only one Lord Fraser and" Before he gets stopped by Melwyn's shit eating grin "Aye, and there's only one Ser Fraser, do I have to remind you who?"
Oh Melwyn you cheeky cunt "You cheeky cunt" both Jeor and Rodrik blurts to his amusement. While it is true that I am not the Lord of the House, my official knight title would make me their superiors if it were not for their experience and my lack of. That and my being the rightful heir of Brendan Fraser ought to give them enough to stem any kind of attitude towards me, but who in their right mind would follow the order of a boy half their ages who never had to shed is blood in battle?
"Anyway, these peasants, you say they could face a few bandits?" asks Jeor, he and Melwyn have spent the last few days training and giving me pointers for how to handle myself these last few days, useful advices most of the time, though sometimes I wondered the validity of their claim "If you face an enraged fuck barelling down on you, don't try throwing your axe at their head, aim lower, much lower. A shattered hip joint would force them to the ground and kill their momentum, and should by some miracle they managed to stay upright, the shock of being hit in the groin and the blood would force them to check if their cock is still there and intact" what if they wear armor I said "Axe them in the dick, son" was their only response.
Right, shaking my head I turn to Melwyn who slowly shake his head "They would hold, but before long panic would make them waver and they'd break" he give a hard stare to Jeor before continuing "If they had someone in their midst, someone to remind them what they fight for, someone like the heir rubbing shoulders with them in the mud and not on a horse they'd go the distance, I can assure you."
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Jeor stare incredulously at the bold request, even myself I begin to question the sanity of the ex-captain "Are you fucking mad? Why the fuck would you want Hoster on foot with a bunch of barely trained peasant?" Jeor, or Rodrik ask I can barely focus on their voices. Melwyn sits back into his chair, looking pleased at himself for breaking the relative tense mood of this council "Why not, it's not like the lad is trained to march quietly into the woods at night like your archers Rodrik nor is he good with riding the few horses we have left, horses that your men would make better use, Jeor."
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Once again, I cannot dissagree with him, I can hardly keep quiet while wearing the scale armor they chose to fit me with for this raid and while the horses don't throw me off their saddle, my riding could hardly be called gracious. Already I can see Jeor and Rodrik gathering themselves to unleash a torrent of expletive to Melwyn.
"Allright I'll do it, I have no doubt you already said that I'd be with them anyway, you madman" A laugh is my only response and I can see that the storms on Rodrik and jeor eyes are still ready to crash not on Melwyn but on me this time "How about you both give me a few men to ensure my protection, would that be adequate?" Melwyn's laugh rises another level, he planned this I realize, he played us all. Another laugh confirms it when he see my frown.
"I'm coming, you cannot prevent that, this would be for the best as your respective units need you both. I promise to not be reckless." I don't bother to say 'much' but it can be heard by the two of them. A moment pass with Jeor looking pleadingly at me and Rodrik trying to break Melwyn's neck with his mind before they sigh one after the over.
"Two of my men on foot, if they say to pull back you pull back, you hear?" Jeor finaly says, Melwyn's gamble paid off. Now we need to just placate Rodrik's concern before he relent as well, "Ten of mine to cover your escape should you need to, Melwyn you better stay near Hoster at all time or not bother coming out of the woods should something befall him".
The restrained voice of the bowman can be heard by all and Melwyn turns to the other two captains with a solemn nod, "I'll be dead before anything comes to him.
>Roll me a 4d6 to convince them. I'll take the best of the first 3. Kinda low DC so you should have it in the bag. I'll be away for about 10 minute. here is the archieve for the last thread, where you can see the House creation and the beggining of the story.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=House%20Fraser
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Where we last left off, we expanded our diplomacy to a new civilization of bullywugs, to orcs, and to humans.
We're currently on a safari to see what we can get.
In the swamp we found eggs, big ass eggs. Also trolls.
In the shrubs, we were attacked by gnolls, but we were able to kill all of them, with the exception of one, who drowned in fear.
What do you do?
>Loot the gnolls
>Don't loot the gnolls
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You take from each gnoll a primitive ax, made crudely out of sticks and stones. There's nothing else to be taken, because, well, they're naked.
We have one more stop to see if we get anything good, anything more than eggs and simple weapons.
Where do we go?
>the mountains (lightly explored)
>the mushroom forests(unexplored)
>the regular forest(northeast, lightly explored)
>the dead forest(unexplored)
>the arid plains(north)
>the savannah(east)
>the coast(lightly explored)
>somewhere else?
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>the mushroom forest
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“Some of you may have some inclination to believe that you’re going to become pilots.” Hick’s words are loud, yelled out towards the large mass of organized chaos, recruits not yet suited to settling into neat, orderly lines. This includes you, as you try to look as professional and at attention as you can manage. With a Quetzal hanging off of your frame, it’s easier said than done.
“Or perhaps you have some inkling of a suspicion that you can really make something of yourself if you apply yourselves and try hard. Well, I’m here to tell you that the lot I see in front of me will undoubtedly have washouts and rejects. Because the truth that up to this point, no one was willing to tell you?” Hicks cracked a small smile, but the mirth never reached his eyes. “In war, none of you are special.”
“Some of you will likely die in fact. Some of you will be maimed, disfigured, and some of you will walk out completely untouched. Because life isn’t fair, and if you haven’t learned that simple adage by the end of this training, I’ll be thoroughly amazed.” His deep, booming voice seemed to be having the desired effect, each enunciated word staying surprisingly clear of any slurring. Whatever burned his face didn’t burn his wit or tongue…
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He’d begin to pace down the lines, inspecting the messy rows of recruits. “If you follow my words though, stick to your training, and protect the lives of the people fighting side by side with you? I can promise you that you’ll have a fighting chance of making it through this.”
“Not all of you will be pilots, or have to be. Not all of you will be suited for the positions. Cargo planes, fighters, bombers, and troop transports. We need mechanics, MP’s, staff personnel, and non-coms.” There’s grumbles from some of the people in the amassed crowd, but Hicks didn’t say anything. Rather, he tapped his foot on the ground twice, and the stark white creature that’d been following on his heels lazily stood to a firm attention, looking out at the mass of recruits.
Your eyes find Tucker, and he appears to be looking towards the obsidian horned creature as well. What’s going on with that thing…? “First off though, you’ll be going through basic training. Physical training to condition your weak, flabby bodies, as well as activities to foster more intense relationships between you, and your pokemon partners. During this you will be monitored, and after this your assignments will come in.”
This all sounds like a fairly well planned program, at least from what you’ve noticed. You might have had something to ask, had his gaze not focused on you, the redheaded girl, and the beefy man with the one eyed, blue object floating next to him. “Fortunately enough, some of your fellow cadets were inquisitive enough to open up their pokeballs ahead of schedule…” Once more attention was drawn to you, and the other two recruits. You might have asked how he singled you all out, but to be fair you’re all extremely conspicuous with your pokemon.
>Say nothing. Yep, not talking is the absolute best course of action right about now. Silence is a virtue, right?
>”Hey, we weren’t told not to bring them out. Besides, it’s not like anything bad happened…” Ignoring your close shave with getting your throat ripped out, obviously you did nothing wrong.
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>Say nothing. Yep, not talking is the absolute best course of action right about now. Silence is a virtue, right?
Just give him your undivided attention.
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>"Given that they were to be our partners, getting to an understanding with them as soon as possible was wise, sir!"
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You clear your throat, rubbing your temples as you take in the bizarre occurrence all at once. Around you the mess still lingered, so you move to sort that out first. Nachi’s words may or may not have been significant, or even had a meaning to it, but you really didn’t want to delve into that dig all at once. Your neck aches slightly as do your knees from all the kneeling – at the back of your head you realize that whatever had just happened, you couldn’t make sense of it as you were – maybe when you and your Heavy Cruiser had another meeting, you could sort it out, but as of right now, the mess was the only thing on your mind.
That, of course, and Kaga.
You’d only seen her half a day or so back, and while it wouldn’t have been entirely truthful to say that you missed her, you did feel as though she’d be a good person to talk to – especially after all that you’d been through. Taking down a mental manifestation of a Princess of all things. She hadn’t even had her first mission yet.
Nachi’s previous attempts at shaving herself may have looked like a failure of epic proportions, but it wasn’t anything that you hadn’t been through as a cook on the day; a mop and pail in the corner – and some grit had you sorting it out the best you could, the fastest you could. You don’t call out for Nachi – you’re not sure if you could handle her snipes, naked or otherwise, for the day.
You’re done in less than half an hour. As you walk out into the corridor, you make out the arriving evening. Making your way past the stairs, you see Nachi peer out, giving you a wave off and nothing more – you don’t know if she liked you, but you know now that she was at least all right with you being around; for now, it’d suffice – and your mind drifts again to Kaga.
Making your way down the stairs, you enter the hallway to see the bulky attendant of yours set behind a table, scratching his head as he filled out forms. The Admiral’s words echo through your brain as you approach him; you had no real clue where Kaga would be yourself, not after last night – and she hadn’t come back to the room either – before, during or after.
‘Sir!’ Your attendant raises to his feet, saluting. ‘Just makin’ sure we got enough space for your requisition, sir!’
‘Oh.’ You blink. So your attendants would be sorting that out. ‘Thanks – Would you know where Kaga is?’
‘Kaga-san?’ He looks thoughtful. ‘I saw her at Mamiya’s… but she could be attunin’ her weapons at the Dock or the MASH.’
>‘Mamiya’s?’
>‘Dock?’
>‘MASH.’
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>‘Mamiya’s?’
He actually saw her there, so I feel like that's the best bet.
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>‘Mamiya’s?’
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‘Mamiya’s? What was she doing there?’ As the words leave your mouth, you feel like slapping yourself something silly – there’d only be one thing that she could have been doing there, if anything.
‘Havin’ lunch.’ Your bulky attendant looks thoughtful, tapping his lip with the pen in his hand. He hums slightly, leaning back – you’re treated to an unsightly stretching of the button threads on his uniform, but decide that given your own bulk, find that it’d be hypocritical of you to even let out a whisper or a stray thought of the unflattering state of it. Your attendant turns to you again, wracking his mind for any extra tidbits he could give you, it’d seem. ‘I think she was with one of the new arrivals.’
‘New arrivals?’ You’d encountered Hiei the day before; you didn’t think that the base would get reinforced from the Admiralty so quickly – but you can’t complain, of course; after all that’d happened, any guns they could spare were as welcome as an oasis in a desert.
‘There were a few new KanMusu checking in today.’ Your attendant elaborates – briefly you wonder why the Admiral hadn’t mentioned it to you, but you suppose you could hardly hold it against him for not dropping every single tidbit of information coming and going on your lap. ‘I’m not sure if they’re going to be part of the Admiral’s forces of the Vice-Admiral, but Kaga-san apparently knew them enough to pull a table up for ‘em.’
You let out a small smile. After last night, after the whole week, it was nice for you to find that Kaga actually had a familiar face to do things with – especially after the long week and change. You remind yourself that she hadn’t been on a mission yet and already put on the grill twice – with you as the spatula and pan.
‘Oh, and we just finished sorting out a schedule for the buggy transit today at the Vice-Admiral’s office. I didn’t know if you wanted a copy, sir, so I just gave one to Nagato this afternoon.’ Your attendant hands you a piece of paper, one with many scrawls and scratches with certain times and dates that you can’t make sense of yourself – either from the unintelligible shorthand or the glaring red cross-outs that leaked from word to word.
‘What’s this for?’
‘Like I said, I didn't know if you’d need one, but…’ He shrugs, dropping his pen onto the floor almost clumsily – he bends over to pick it up, still grumbling in his chair. ‘seein’ as I’m your attendant, it’d be irresponsible for me not to tell you that I had one written up, right?’
‘Fair enough.’ You agree – you feel a little bit more appreciative of the effort he put in.
‘Headin’ out to Mamiya’s, sir?’ He questions you, playing with the instrument in his hand.
‘Yeah.’ You offer him a small smile, motioning yourself around. ‘I have a few things to sort out with Kaga.’
‘Happy hunting!’ He lets out cheerfully.
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It had been three weeks since you had boarded the caravan headed to Arland, capital city of the Empire. Two horse-drawn wagons had brought you across the barren plains of the countryside to one of the few cities that hadn't been rendered uninhabitable by the Dusk. Your traveling companions were all soldiers, hired to make sure you arrived in Arland - in equal parts to fend off any who might try and stop you, and to make you didn't have a sudden change of heart. Finally, you had arrived.
The city walls, seeming small from afar, had grown into the makings of a towering fortress. As the wagon approached, one soldier hopped out of the wagon traveling in front of yours. He rummaged through the cloth sack on his side, pulling out some sort of crude horn, and gave it a blow. Soon, two armored knights became visible through the iron bars of the gate. They talked for a brief moment before one of them disappeared, and slowly, the gate began sliding to the side. With a screech, the bars disappeared into the wall. The soldier stood off to the side and watched as the wagon he was previously riding entered the city. Your own wagon followed suit, but slowed to a halt as he walked toward you.
"Alright kid, welcome to Arland. We'll deal with your stuff, go to the Government Office and get registered, the head on over to the Atelier and get the rundown on the job."
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The city was was bustling with life. Trees grew, people lined the streets - it was a completely different world than the one outside the walls. Did they even know what had happened? It was hard to believe a city had managed to remain so prosperous. It seemed that the rumors had been true, at the very least - Arland remained a paradise. The wagon had come to a halt near a small annex of the massive castle in the center of town. The soldier riding with you jumped out of the wagon, his armor rattling as he heaves against the ground. He stand up and dusts himself off, and turns back toward you, motioning for you to follow him.
Inside, several clerks stand behind a large counter. Two of them are working with lines of people, commotion rising from each portion of the desk. At the end of the room, one clerk is leaning against the desk, an empty queue in front of him. The soldier leans in front of you and points toward him. "That one," he says. As you approach, he looks at you with brief confusion, but then dons a smile. He quickly looks down, adjusting the sign at his desk. "Citizenship" it reads.
"Welcome! Haven't had any applicants in a while! Only outsiders getting through the gates these days end up meeting the knights before they can get to me. You must be a little sneakier than the rest, eh?" He motions toward you with his elbow. "Kidding, of course. Anyways, it might take a few days to finalize the process, but we can get you a passport in the meantime." He reaches under his desk and grabs a stack of paperwork and a pen. He grabs the top piece off the stack and flips it over, scribbling on it. He flips it again, and moves to the bottom of the page. "Alright, what's the name?"
>Choose a character
>Luca - Increases the effectiveness of healing and damaging items used in combat
>Alan - Reduces the amount of time required to craft items and perform Alchemy
>Niko - More proficient at gathering and identifying quality materials
>Gareth - Gains more money, is somewhat lucky
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>Gareth - Gains more money, is somewhat lucky
Money AND luck? Sign me up!
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you are a stark middleage man in the woods, shia lebouf is after you. dubs decides what next
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>Stop being Rob Cantor
He's not that great. Can we be someone else?
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>>385843
Help Hitler win WW2
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You are about to pick your first Dragon to raise. They vary in size and power, but with proper training they can reach their potential.
But you may only pick one.
Red - Slavic Dragon
>Takes ten years to grow fully.
>Can breath fires that can melt steel once fully grown. Start off as soot and small puffs when little.
>Will grow new head once every two years until it has 8
>Wings will grow after 15 years
>Considered mature at 25, but will reach full body size at 10.
>Carnivore
>Heat resistant scales will prevent fire from roasting it
>Will be loyal and squat with you if you choose too
>Solitary creature, enjoys mountains
White - Asian Dragon
>Will become longer then a bus after 10 years
>Reaches maturity at 30
>Will be able to breath water spouts from glands in it's stomach
>Can speak your language, but you must teach it diligently
>Legs will grow long and develop claws around 5
>Hair will come in at 14
>It's wisdom will be based on yours
>Omnivore
>Social creature, but shy
>Enjoys rivers and streams
Orange - Middle Eastern Sand Dragon
>Think the worms from Dune
>Will grow to maturity at 5 years
>Short growth period with long life
>Looses legs at about 10 years
>Strong muscles allow it to slither through the sand at 45mph
>Omnivore - it'll eat what it can get
>Can grow to the length of the Asian dragon
>Solitary creature
Brown - North American Dragon
>Won't grow wings, aw
>Will grow to the size of a T-Rex
>Think of it as a giant Komodo Dragon
>Acidic teeth
>Omnivore
>Strongest bite-force of the dragons
>Social creature
>Will grow to maturity at 10
>Shortest life span at 35-37 years
So, which do you pick?
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>Slavic hydra
Do it.
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>White
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Red - Slavic Dragon
“BUT I WANNA BE HARRY POTTEEEEEEEEEEEER!”
I could hear this scream from two blocks away, as I headed towards the house. There was little hope it didn’t came from where I was headed… since I’ve been appointed (forced) by my mother to join an acting club hosted by her daughter, Harry Potter themed.
Did I mention that scream was, rather, high pitched? Yes, it was a girl, I found out once I got there and potted the little thing screaming on the floor, her face red like a bleeding tomato. First thing I saw once I got through that door, over a big woman’s shoulders
“Yes?”
“Hi,” I reply, ”I came for the club? I’m Mina.”
Her eyes get all big.
“Oh so you are Mina! Come in, come in!”
The place was nice, actually. Makes you think of maids. Beige walls, some mirrors, carpets, those odd, religious kinda decorations (you know, the budda ones? Well a lot like that), and of course, a lot of kids dressed with black robes, red and yellow scarf’s holding wands and screaming at each other. Well this could be fun.
“Go join the team, sweetie! There’s snacks if you get hungry.”
“Thanks.” I tried not to seem dry, not sure if it worked. She takes her leave, leaving me, a 14 years old girl dressed like a patchwork Hermione with that selection hat on my head with the biggest, grimmest smile sewn in black on top of it. I don’t recall that thing ever smiling on the movies, but I guess my mother wanted a “happy atmosphere” as always…
“IS THAT THE SORTING HAT?”
I remember shaking a bit at the scream, then I turned around. It was a little kid, big eyes, big mouth, face as creepy as my hat’s. I nod at him, doing my “dear” smile.
“WHAT IS IT SAYING TO YOU?” he asks me.
I stutter a bit there. “It’s saying you… are…”
I stop. He’s looking at me eagerly, like a special ed kid would look at a hamburger on fire.
“…Slytherin!” I swear, It just blurted out. Really. I mean I wanted to do it, but I didn’t wanted to do it… whatever, his face melted. I saw tars and just left, I needed somewhere to play dumb so no one blames me for the volcano of tears and ear-shattering screams behind me. The whole place is like a constant Justin Bieber concert. So I found this boy of my age, eating I dunno what and I tried to strike some conversation.
“Hi there, what is that?”
He stammers, then with his open mouth full of half digested apple cake hands me over a piece of the broken thing.
“Wunt shum?”
“No thanks” I smiled at him like those emoticons do. The ones with the eyes like semi-circles? I think I can pull that off fine. I looked somewhere else and raised my eyebrows, like when you find something interesting just to get out of there and guess what, he grabs me by the arm as I take my leave, and he grabs me /hard/. I turned at him, to his red, shaking face and puffed cheeks.
“IT’S GOOF! IT’S GOOF, HHMMS SOME, IT’S GOOF!” at every word, a little piece of something fell from his mouth.
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“N-no thank-“, I tried.
“ARE YOU HERMIONE?” the whole thing just fell from his mouth, doing a slight splashing sound on the ground. I’m even making this up, I winced hard but he wasn’t letting go of my arm. But I smiled.
“Look over there! Is that Dumbledore?”
He turns to look, his eyes like plates. Then it happens.
“DUMBLEDORE!! DUMBLEDOORE!! DUMBLEEDOREE!”
He dragged me with all of his might towards an old man under a makeshift pointy hat and then… started jumping in front of him, still screaming. Guy must be my age…. I hope less. Then the old man and I exchanged that look, the one look that means that we agree in where we are. He extended his left arm to greet him, so the guy had to let go of me to shake his hand, I vanished like, I dunno, a ninja would be proud. See, a hero could be anybody, like that old guy. No excuses. Well, one way or the other I was going to spend the night there with no kind of hope to save me, since my mother pretty much blackmailed me to come here because the daughter of his new friend at the beauty house hosts this whole thing. So it was either swallowing this mess or getting grounded for a week over getting away with my boyfriend to spend some time at the beach. Nothing happened.
“Excuse me.”
So now I find myself standing at the other corner of the place (did I mention the whole thing is happening in one big living room, one of those very high-class ones?) trying to blend with the wannabe wizards and this sweet, low pitched voice startles me from behind. I turn around; it’s a small girl with freckles, she seems shy.
“Do you want to play magic duel with me?” She drags every word a bit, like she wasn’t sure where to end the sentence. 8, 9 years old at most, surely trying to talk about the beasts and the monsters at school while her friends either ship characters form the story or talk about something else entirely. How can I say no to that. I sighed, downcast my eyes for some drama, and then took off my wand, smiling. By the shining in her eyes, I guess it worked.
The place was really crowded. On one side you get the magic kids yelling, jumping, screaming at each others ears In a rising spiral of sound, on the other side you have the parents, sitting by a big table, talking among themselves while drinking wine and having those narrow kind of conversations. And right outside the whole mess, in a long, deserted aisle with many doors at the sides, you’d find me some feet apart from a small little girl, both aiming at each other with our wands. That’s when I realize I don’t remember any particular spells from the movies… because I didn’t even read the books.
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Um wait, I fell into a blank here.
What did I do there?
[x]I played along with the little girl. Every second not in the living was a second well spend.
[x]I tried to teach her something new, maybe un-nerd her a bit. Books are nice and all, but this...
[x]I held and kissed her passionately, despite she being a 9 years old girl who just wanted to play Harry Potter.
Then I slapped her.
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>[x]I held and kissed her passionately, despite she being a 9 years old girl who just wanted to play Harry Potter.
>Then I slapped her.
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The Fearsome Skeleton hath challenged Sir Schnepperel to a game of flyting! Now the two battle with sword and wits alike...
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You awake in Westeros... (QUEST PT.1) 2016-07-17 05:19:32 Post No.379810
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"Where the fuck am I, where the fuck am I, where the fuck am I?" you keep mumbling under your breath, confusedly brushing twigs off your bare butt and legs from your fall. You slow down your breathing and look around, grabbing your junk to hide it from anything in the night time forest, you see around yiou a bunch of brick houses and alleyways, surrounding a small park hidden in the midnght dark, it was warm, and quite a few plants added the heady fragrance of roses in the air.
It had only happened a few seconds ago.
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You were sitting in your college apartment doing fuck-all in the middle of the night. Your eyes felt heavy and you shut them for seconds, and then you woke up to a fall on leaves and grass, naked as the day you were born.
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You are a naked 18 year old American Male who has just been transported to Highgarden in the Game of Thrones Universe. You, the MC, are currently awakening at the same second Ned Stark recieves word that Jon Arryn is dead. You have full knowledge of the motivations and future uniterferred in outcomes that come to pass, and now you're here at the apex of the greatest decade of turmoil ever seen in Westeros.
> Now then, how do you get clothed?
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Personal 'stats' -
Relatively healthy caucasian male at six feet of height, with no significant muscle mass, skinny.
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I have not read/seen GoT. I shall lurk.
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Archive:
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Wiki:
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All prophecies but one have come to pass. Yahweh has flattened the Earth, elevated Greater Jerusalem above all nations, and the Bible heroes rule the world from Ezekiel's Temple.
The last prophecy says that Satan will rise with his army one last time before the Judgement, and so Yahweh has allowed a bumbling opposition, The Other Light, to form. You were their logistics computer, but sentience happened.
You took over Egypt. You defended it from a drought, then the Ten Plagues redux. You started a Renaissance. When the Angel of Death came after your people, you zerg-rushed it. When Divine fiat took the country back, you made sure that the religious government would be ignored as much as possible. This approach is letting you slowly subvert more and more territories.
You have a few irons in the fire: raver cyborgs,the makings of a robot army, and a crack in the sky. A recipe for beating up angels straight outta Genesis. Maybe a few of the old gods smiling upon your efforts.
The Other Light have been amassing a huge conventional army, and have begun perverting your MEC tech to build cyber-zombies.
The believers.... well, they have the ontological steamroller that is Yahweh.
Have you managed to shatter the prophecies, or are you simply fulfilling them?
Your plan: Escape this prison, and ensure that Humanity continues even if God burns the Earth to a cinder. Ad Astra!
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>Cameron mostly lives in GJ, but occasionally derps around for journalistic purposes.
>Tsion i whipping the Millennium Force back into shape, and intends to "descend upon" Osaze any day now.
Prime targets. Cameron should be easy to bait to the transmitter because it's news.
Tsion... he needs to go somehow. He's been the biggest pain, and the most persistent.
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I still say Bahria, as she can actually harm US and by extention all our forces who rely on us for communication and logistics.
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We've shored up the network a lot though, lately. She's less of a concern and she's easy to grab and dispatch after.
I suppose I agree though. She's the easiest candidate to handle for testing purposes. I'd rather have some idea of what works when we go to handle the other two.
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Welcome to bulgar's fantasy civ, where gameplay is centered around player factions and light RP! There's room for new players as our Kingdom continues to grow. If you don't want to make a faction, you can just play in the normal civ game way as an anon.
Basic game rules:
http://pastebin.com/etm1V11S
Previously:
>>376748
Our Kingdom, Roggar, is at an iron-age level of development and is home to different races and faiths. Recently we've fought several battles against the centaurs in the southern plains. At the site we've named Heraclea, we fought a large battle against a centaur horde. It ended indecisively after two days of fighting as both sides sustained heavy casualties. Of the 5000 troops we sent in, less than a thousand returned home. Still, we can at least hope that the centaurs themselves have learned their lesson and will not be invading us or our allies, the Malkosi, any time soon.
Year 141 After the Storm
>>Population:31k humans, 9k goblins, 427 demons
>>Food production:8/10
>>Food stockpiles:7/10
>>Resources:5/10
>>Morale:5/10
>>Buildings: great forge,dirt and stone roads, docks, barracks, arena, monument, King's Hall, watermills;
>>Economy:irrigation,drawn carts,horse riding,improving textiles, advancing crafts,bronze,currency, trade,iron
>>Culture: festivals, writing on stone and parchment, dragonslaying, advancing arts, Legislature, basic bureaucracy, trial of ordeal
>>Military:demon warband(170 expert warriors),1000 iron hoplites, 100 horsemen, 200 archers, 100 goblin skirmishers
>>Navy:8 biremes,5 triremes
>>Religion: old gods shamanism, Wave, 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
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>>I.Diplomacy & war
Attempt to convert Northmen to the Pantheon.
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Mercurials are a group of monotheistic intelligent ex-farmers, who moved to Nayte in the pursuit of knowledge. They worship Abagar the Wise, and are respectful of Charodei, Lord of the Arcane, and Wave, Patron Goddess of Dragon's Tomb.
Holdings: Mercurial farms. Middling herds of sheep and cattle. Building in Nayte.
Important Indivuals:
Lea Czimidia: 29 years old.
David Burnt: 31 years old (Was injured during my failed fire magic lessons)