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We have an archive now (First thread isn't there as it's on a different page. Find it by clicking "Pilot Quest" and scrolling down to July 2016. It's the first entry):
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pilot%20Quest%201989,
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To say that the last few hours have been tense is an understatement. After bundling into the HUMVEE with CINPAC you and the rest of your unit were driven to a barracks where you were told you would stay their until your briefing the next morning at 09:00 hours. You weren't allowed to leave the building under any circumstances, so they brought chow to you.

Everybody had their own answer to all of the security. Some thought you all had done something wrong, others though that everybody had been brought some special service shit, and Zeus thought that you had all been assembled to fight aliens.

Out of all of the reasons why you had all been assembled, you thought Zeus's reason was the stupidest. Everybody woke up at 06:00 to find that all of their flight suits now bore the insignia of VF-21, the previous patches had been removed and left on top of the suits.

Your joke that "they had been left behind so that everybody could remember the days before everything had gone to shit" wasn't very well received.

Breakfast came and went before everybody was escorted out of the building to the waiting convoy to ferry you across the airbase. You used the trip to take in whatever you could about the base.

Sat next to the runway was a field of aircraft. You could spy many old military aircraft, including F-4 Phantoms, B-36 peace Makers and even a lone B-50 Superfortress. Along the runway sat many aircraft, from basic trainers to fighter jets. And of course, a massive amount of F-100s, all lined up in neat rows. You even spy your Tomcat, still in it's aggressor colours, except with it's Tail painted to match the VF-21 logo of the aircraft next to it.

The convoy pulled up an administrative building and everybody was ordered out and were lead to a briefing room. A number of other people already inhabited the room, a few pilots with the same badges as you sat behind desks while a number of officers and other men in suits stood at the front, discussing something that you couldn't hear. You could distinctly sea the CINPAC standing among them in full formal dress.

You sit down with Zeus on your right and Scorpion on your left.

>[] Ask what your friends think is going to happen.
>[] Keep quit and wait for and explanation.
>[] Other (write in)

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Oh what's this? Kind of looks like trash but whatever. Let's take a look!

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You and your friends are spending the night in an inn when a group of muggers breaks down the door and comes in laughing and shouting.
You are the only guests so you are up to yourselves.
You wake your friends and hear a cry from below. It must be the maid...
How are you going to approach the fight?
One of your buddies is a capable melee fighter, just as you (yellow) and the other one can wield an arrow like no other. But using it could be hard in this confined space...

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Last Thread: >>367460

Last time we:
researched a fuckton of new undead.
got corpses from the machine empire to experiment on (demons and celestials)
dryads called for help
humans called for help
we looked at the slimes in the south for help
turns out they worship us as a god of death
we take advantage of this and basicly take them over

>>377615
>>377727
>>377850

You start researching on ghosts you can send to other worlds to form contracts with other people so that they become your slaves when they die. Obviously you don't tell them that though. The contract's the easy part, since the demons you have gotten are already familiar with soul binding contracts, and you giving someone undead life in exchange for service isn't very far away from that. The problem is actually communicating with other people.

the Death Knights (like usual) don't come up with much, and neither do the Shadowlords, although you figure out that in theory you should be able to reverse a calling spell to send someone somewhere, as long as they have a good enough mental picture of that place. Sadly getting a good enough mental picture of something requires either eidetic memory (which is quite hard for undead to acquire) or high-level telepathy, which none of you currently have, although it shouldn't be hard to train someone into that level of telepathy.

Considering that, you really just need a stronger phantom, and with enough souls infused into it, you successfuly boost its power to the point where it's a good enough telepath. Sadly, the knowledge of contracting isn't gained through power, so it's taught how to bind people through contracts by the demon. You can probably find out a better way to do it in the future though.

>What next?

>Research Something (Specify)
>Raise Undead
>Create Advanced Undead (Specify)
>Attack/Spy/Negotiate with a race (Specify)
>Build Something (Specify)
>Something Else?

>Current Assets:
http://pastebin.com/sULNvjSC

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This is a new thread, and welcome old and new civ players alike. We're still in the midst of an epic battle.
Our troop counts are as follows.
8,750(them)vs7,050(us)

Currently we need 2 more 1d100 rolls as on the last thread we rolled a 100 and an 86

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Hi guys

I'm making this quest because all my friends are gone and I really want to play D&D. To have me address your posts, you need to upload a 5e level 1 character sheet or all the information provided in one (premade is also fine). Since I'm not the DM in my party I really suck at DMing, so please give me any feedback you may have. The map for this world will be the Old World of Warhammer(pic related), and the campaign will start in an unknown location in the badlands.

[start campaign]

You wake up and notice you are tied up and upside down (think William in POTC2, the cannibal island part). You feel the scorching sun above you, and smell a putrid stench. Upon closer inspection, you see that the knot that ties you to the pole is badly made and you can easily free yourself. You hear drums beating and gruff shouting nearby, but nobody is watching you. You seem to be in a village of crudely made huts.

What do you do?

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Five years ago, Creation fell into a crisis when the Scarlet Empress, ruler of the Realm, suddenly disappeared without a trace. Even those not controlled by the Realm were affected, as the world's largest empire suddenly found itself without a strong ruler to keep it's dynasties in check. This event was only made worse by the return of the Solars, powerful beings who once ruled over all Creation. Little is known about their rule, but it is known that their unchecked power eventually led them all astray. Eventually, they were overthrown by their soldiers, the Dragonblooded, who now rule over the Realm to this day. The Solars were labeled demons, and were hunted down to the very last man. Their solar shards, the pieces of divine energy which made a mortal man into a solar, were then locked away, and the Solars faded from memory.

It has been five years since the return of the solars, and the Realm has gone to great lengths to hunt them down again. Still, with their empress gone, the Realm squabbles amongst itself, threatening to fall apart at the seams. Thus, many solars manage to evade their notice, hiding amongst the countless faces of Creation, unaware of their ancient legacy save for scarce dreams of ages long since passed.

You are one of these chosen few, a fledgling god-king who walks among the mortal populace. Your name, or at least the one you've taken up since your exaltation, is Crimson Tempest. You have left your old life behind and journeyed far to the East, to a land known as the Hundred Kingdoms. Kingdoms rise and fall overnight in this region, where tiny fiefdoms constantly war amongst themselves. It is a region in chaos, but that chaos is also a smoke screen, through which you've managed to evade the eyes of the Realm.

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You had settled into the quiet study after driving your uncle from the room, a mildly distasteful glower pinned to his retreating back along the way. There were a number of books down in this concealed place for you to peruse, many of them holding a sentimental warmth that spoke of having been made and bound by hand - A fact you first attributed to the unexpectedly skillful hobby of your uncle, only to find the self-same aura of care seeped into more ancient pages.

The words within these texts were both personal and speculative, with notes scrawled into the margins and idle sketches making a semi-common occurrence throughout. As you thumbed through page after page, it became clear to you that with the exception of your uncle's 'renovations', there really was only a single set of handwriting penned upon the sleepy scripts; While the subject matter itself varied, the time you spent searching for answers did leave you with the amusing enlightenment that you were effectively perusing the written works of your great, great... some odd generations great grandfather.

Given the sheer amount of books left behind down here, and the eclectic variety of topics you could find, it was a little humbling to realize that the founder of your house had been so... Well educated. The man may have well been a scholar in nearly every field, with observations and records that baffled you to believe that a single person had enough time in their life to even take all of this in, much less record it.

For most of your life, you had always been distantly awed by the sheer status of House Valen. A family of nobility whose history traced back to before the founding of La'Fiel, whose posterity and influence disregarded such paltry concerns as borders. Beyond all reckoning, House Valen had managed to reach a state of being where one could describe their fame as being in a state of self-perpetuation; Famous, because they were famous. Influential, because they were influential.

It was this enormous weight which you were the rightful heir to. One so crushing that the effort it took you to step back and observe it all threatened to send you buckling to the ground beneath.

Your first glimpse into the legacy of your founder had left you with little reassurance in that regard, and only further seemed to drive home the lurking trepidation that your best efforts still weren't enough to live up to the standards required to shoulder this responsibility.

...

"Y'kay 'Rue?"

You let out a shallow breath as your Testament came to your rescue, scattering the looming clouds from your mind as she stepped up behind you. "Ya've been down here for a few days now, sure y'don't wanna rest?"

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"Black Hearts. Cold Steel. Dark Deeds."

These are the words of the Black Company, the infamous band of mercenaries that has been on one side or the other of every major conflict on the continent since its founding.
The Company has seldom cared who they fight for or the cause so long as they are paid, and paid well, when the killing work is done. Though they may be considered by some to be little more than glorified brigands, it cannot be said that the Black Company is not good at what they do.

Recently the Company has taken up a contract with a new employer, one more powerful than any that have come before. An employer with endless ambition, as well as the means and lack of moral scruples needed to pursue it. An employer that pays well...

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OY

Listen up ya gitz, I be yer WARBOSS, da biggest and da baddest Ork 'round here. So ye betta follow dise fistz or i be krumpin' ya!

WIZ DA:

>Armchoppas : lots' choppin little shootaz [special unit: Kommandos]
>Budysplattas: More shootin less choppin [special unit: flash gitz]
>Roadkillas: lotsa wheels, boss! but wiz few! [special unit: War bikes]
>Skysplittas: sky iz ourz,boss! but wiz few! [special unit: Deffkoptas ]
> 'are n' suggest somethin' otha than dese clanz? ye betta not ya git!

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Let's see if you really think it'll be fun.

This world has many different cultures but can be grouped into 4 main cultures. Each "culture" has no name, however the largest cities can provide a good reference of the different peoples.

This is gonna be a long explanation so I'll cut it short into steps:
1. Look at the cultural traits/religion
2.you will reinvent yourself as a god (look at the god reference sheet

You don't "control" civs and cities, but you got all the powers of a god. Provided you're lucky. Dice rolls for all "miracles" and "acts of god". Followers help. I definitely didn't explain this enough so please ask many questions.

Btw heres the link to all the sheets
http://imgur.com/a/HQgm1

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l88yR4n_1XI

Whispers around you, gasps of wonderment, the sounds of drills attacking.

Your consciousness floats like a butterfly.

"CT scans, heroin and cocaine, ecstasy, ventricles, atria, dead, useless."

The wings of angels flapping through the sky.

"Internal bleeding everywhere, there goes her liver."

The Pearly Gates screeching open.

"Careful with the uteral replacement."

A false confession of love.

"She's going to make it."

And the Messiah cleanses the Earth.

"The spiral turns."

Light fills your eyes.

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<Hello /qst/. As seen in the title, this is a quest inspired by Shindol's Emergence. This session is a pilot run and if it gets enough, I will run it again after a 12 hour pause.

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Your name is Niná and you have found yourself in some sort of containment unit. You're not sure how you got here and you don't plan on staying...

What will you do?

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There is Nothing.

>__________

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Welcome to legacy quest, a dungeon crawling adventure spanning several generations of heroes.

Your protagonists will die, permanently, but fear not! Before each hero embarks on their quest to free the land from evil, they marry and have children, ensuring their bloodline will not die with them, and providing the next intrepid adventurer to follow in the footsteps of their ancestors when they come of age.

Unfortunate and stupid heroes might face insta-kills, unwinnable situations, and general doom. The best and brightest will slowly progress through the dungeon, but will still likely face their inevitable death.

No one hero will beat the dungeon, only by building up a strong family of heroes, investing in your hometown/stronghold to acquire better resources, passing down knowledge, wealth, and loot.

Last time on legacy quest:
>After picking a suitor, our new hero Willow has dived into her quest.
>Once inside the dungeon, Willow cleared the first room (full of orcs) using illusions and scare tactics.
>One orc beheaded, one shanked to death, and the room covered in blood and fluorescent arcane symbols, the last orc was sent running in terror to spread the tale of "Wisp, bane of the orcs".

Ready to go! Apologies for the break, I was travelling. Hopefully there's still some interest! Three bumps then we'll begin, as usual.