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Character Sheets Pastebin (contains important information): http://pastebin.com/ZYJF6kMv

Welcome to Treasure Hunter Quest, a quest heavily influenced by games such as Dungeons and Dragons and Pathfinder with generous doses of combat, character building and...well, treasure hunting. Treasure Hunter Quest revolves around the adventures of a mage named Kane Gerrhu (a.k.a you). You have taken up the dangerous but profitable mantle of the treasure hunter, seeking riches in often dangerous, monster-ridden regions of the world. Your current adventure takes you into the depths of Gallows Rock, where, along with the warrior Scarlett and cleric Claude, you stumble upon some ancient Mithraean ruins brimming with treasure. However, the ruins are also home to orcs and goblins, among other things, who will defend their treasure to the death. You currently find yourself in the heat of battle, and while you were able to easily dispatch the spear-wielding goblins in the room, you still have goblin bowmen sniping you from elevated walkways and two angry orc warriors to contend with.

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Your big brother is so cool. You want to be around him more, but he keeps going to hang out with his friends. You're in luck tonight, though. He's home and doesn't plan to go out, but he's not paying attention to you! What do you you do get his attention?

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Hey there guys! This thread isn't really a quest, but it is quest related. Well do 3 main things here.

1. Share all of our names in the threads we've been in
2. Tell if you've qmed any quests.
3. Answer and questions given to you.

eg:
1. Any thing that ends with "dreamer"(mongolian dreamer, insane dreamer, texococoan dreamer, incan dreamer)
2. One civ thread. (with slavs, islams, and cannibals

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Basic game rules
http://pastebin.com/etm1V11S

REVISED GAME RULE - The cooldown on Faction Projects(H) is increased from 1 to 2, so you must wait at least 2 turns after commiting your vote to a faction project to do it again.
Previously on Fantasy Civ
>>366706


Year 122
Our civilization is steadily advancing into the iron age. After defeating the Earth Dragon Suhkamuk with our help, the halflings in the west have united in a Kingdom. A Storm Dragon led a horde of ogres across Ogre Pass and through our southwestern lands. After a series of clashes, our denizen demi-goddess Wave slayed the dragon and the ogres fled.
We've continued to advance and have established official relations with the Kingdom of Paitras in the east, the largest and most powerful human nation.

>>Population:21600 humans, 5100 goblins, 480 demons
>>Food production:8/10
>>Food stockpiles:8/10
>>Resources:7/10
>>Morale:7/10
>>Buildings: wood,bricks,stone,masonry; great forge,dirt 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, improving arts, Legislature, basic bureaucracy
>>Military:Bronze-armed militia, chariots, demon warband(250 expert warriors),300 hoplites, catapult
>>Navy:8 biremes,5 triremes
>>Religion: old gods shamanism, Wave, Zemel, Kovag, Ezdar 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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You are Geheimnis, witchborn, and sister of Walpurgis Abbey. You wake up in a comfortable bed, inside a castle. It takes you a moment before you realize what’s happened. Right. The capture by the coven, your rescue, how you came back to the young knight’s castle, and how exhaustion took over and you collapsed when they showed you a bed.

The earthy-wet smell of the swamp is still present here, but it’s just a background theme. Above it, are the scents of stone, cloth, and scrubbed floors. Typical castle aromas. You’re in your small clothes, and someone’s washed and laid out your habit, and has placed a wash basin on a table, along with a cloth and comb. You clean up and get dressed.

There’s a faint knocking on the door.

“Hello?” You say.

“May I enter, your Reverence?” A voice asks.

“Of course.” You say.

A maid enters, a pale-skin northerner. She curtsies. “Welcome to Boglach Castle, your Reverence.” She says. “My name is Tara, and I am to be at your service for your stay.”
“Thank you.” You say.

“Would your Reverence like to visit our castle’s chapel?” The maid asks. “It’s small, but very lovely. Also, Sister,” The Maid looks skyward for a moment, and sighs, but her genuine smile remains. “His Lordship, the Earl, cordially invites all visitors to Boglach Castle, to tour the family’s Historical Gallery, so that they may admire the great history of this great family.”

You stare at her.

She shrugs. “Lord Janus makes us say that to everyone. Also, if you’re hungry, the kitchen is open to you. The family’s already eaten, but the chef can make something without any problem.”

“Thank you. How is the Knight?” You ask.

“Master Orion is recuperating in his room. His wounds have been seen to, and apart from his hand…” The maid frowns for a moment. “He should make a full recovery. His Lordship is quite proud of his son. To slay a whole coven of Witc…ahem…Soul-Sold is quite a feat.”

“Any news about that?” You ask.

“Lady Lyra sent a telegram just after you and Master Orion arrived. The reply was that they’re sending someone from Crowrest.” You get a hint of distaste when the maid says the same of the large town.

> Go to the Chapel
> Go to the Gallery
> Go to the Kitchen

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You have been raised in the shadow of the Caliphate. You were taught how to hide all that you owned when the arabs came, and to pray to God that wherever you have found to hide serves it's purpose. You have lost friends and family to the great hordes of the caliphate, as slaves and as brave defenders.

You know that the path you walk down know the path you take likely leads to their fate, but no longer will you cower, no longer will you dig holes to hide your wealth from the swarming Arab raiders. You will not cower any longer, you will stand and you will fight.

Now, where in the lands of God's Regent do you make you stand, as a soldier of the Themes?

>You are a Soldier in Armenia, or at least on the borderlands. Your family is used to the mountains, and you are solid in your constitution. You are a proud man, and you have gone to serve in the Armeniacon theme, one of the two largest in the empire.

>You are a Soldier in Ciliccia, near to the great mountain passes known as the Ciliccian gates, the points from which the Arabs launch their yearly Incursions. Your family has been stalked by the raiders for centuries, and your people are some of the hardest pressed in the empire. You serve in the Anatholicon theme, the largest of the Themes, established by the sons of Herakleios.

>You serve in the naval theme of Cibyrrhaeoton, on the southern coast of Anatolia. It is your duty to protect the seas and shipping lanes, and to defend the islands of the Aegean.

>Write in (Any other theme that you'd like, please only suggest actual Byzantine themes that you know something about)

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Your name is frog.
You currently stand upon the rich soil of a local farm.
But then again, how could you stand in a farm if it's not actually local to you?
This question confuses you, and you wish to do something that requires less thought.
"Ah! I know. I'll go onto 4chan.", you say, in a green voice, which only frogs can hear.
And so it is your quest to locate a computer or something similar, and post on the /qst/ board.

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Hello~ everyone! And welcome back to another episode! How was everyones week?

Link to the last thread >>350381

The link to the local map https://www.google.com/maps/d/edit?hl=en-CA&mid=1xCVGJpaIGHLwQ5bQ3KzKx11LmE0

Link to my Twitter page. http://mobile.twitter.com/LostTravellerQM

So without further ado. Let's continue on to everyone's favourite show! Fallout: Tales from New Atlanta. Only on Vault-Tec channel 49!

Last time, on Fallout: Tales from New Atlanta! Our hero(?), and former Trader, Mordecai Jones, and his new partner, Madilyn Crawford, returned tot he town of Cratersville in hopes of finding additional allies and better weapons in their coming fight against the deadly raider gang known as "The Gore Chuggers".

Little were they to know that this assistance would come in the form of a tall, mute, bone covered tribal, by the name of Nahzeic Adahy Nez Perce. A man who appears to have his own beef with the raider clan.

From there, our mismatched trio met the town slob and local mechanic/weapon designer; Tia Barboussa. Where Mordecai made a deal that in exchange for discount, he would be willing to hand deliver her custom made guns to her clients. And while the discount was considerable, it was nowhere near enough for him to afford anything!

With nothing left to do, and the cold wasteland night upon them, our trio of new friends made their way back to the Crater-Debater Saloon, for a well deserved rest.

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You are the leader of a planet, either nominally or absolute. You might have been recently elected, or maybe you've inherited the throne many years ago.

None of it matters, for now.

First, you must select the solar system in which your planet is located.
>Roll 1d20 for your suggestion or the suggestion you support
>Suggestion with the highest roll (or incredibly overwhelming support, like 7 vs. 1) will be picked

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“Sorry, I missed your heart.”

Lucky pops a small canister out of the gun and replaces it with another, one that’s glowing white. The Frost Witch lies next to you face down.

Breathing slowly, you ask, “…Why?”

She replies without even looking at you, “I’m a bounty hunter on the side. It’s good money.” Grabbing the harpoon, she loads it back into the gun. “Thought you were good bait for the Kraken, but it turns out you were just good bait in general! Guess that’s why they call me Lucky.”

As she strolls over to you smiling, you shake your head. “I’m fine, I’m fine. You don’t have to do this.”

“I coated it with baneweed. Sorry to say it, but you’re a goner,” Lucky says as she hovers over you. “Thanks for the assist.”

“No really, I feel great-“

You hear a sudden release of air followed by a sickening thwack, and you black out.

…

As if you just had a great nap, you open your eyes feeling refreshed. You see a blue lit ceiling pacing by, and you feel your body being dragged over a cold, rocky floor. Turning your head, you squint to see the glowing creatures from before.

The air is pungent with decay and iron. On your chest, stitches hold your wound tightly closed.

One of the creatures notices that you’re awake, but turns its head back forward. It hums a little note, and the others hum in return. A small tune fills the cave.

>Let them take you to where ever.
>Cry out for help.
>Struggle. [roll 1d100]

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Take the thread in any direction -- be in a small clan, alone and power-hungry, an influential Lord, or anything you can think of.

Three for starting area and race and we'll get started.

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Once again, another day at the office comes to a close. You stretch and you yawn. It's been quite busy for the last month because of a big project you were handling. However, tonight that comes to a close. "Ah... Finally I can go home at a reasonable time."

You were 27 years old. You were pretty high up in the company you work for. You were single and was paid quite highly. You were pretty much living the bachelor dream. "Ah, Shin-senpai, good work today." Some of your co-workers pass by your office.
"Good work today." You greet them back. Packing up your things you were preparing to go home when suddenly, someone comes knocking into your office.

"Yo! Boss!" Once again he had that huge smile on his face.

"Boss? What are you talking about Makoto? We have the same position and we were hired at the same time." He was your friend from back in college.

He just laughs it off. "Ah, don't mind that. Anyway, what are you up to tonight?" He asks you.

"Me? I'm hoping to get home early and to sleep early. Why?"

He just gives you a look of disdain. "Huh? What are you a grandpa? You are going out with me tonight. I know a really good bar where you can meet any girl you like!" Makoto still hasn't changed a bit. He was still a womanizer just like back in college. "You can meet a human, an elf, a demon, any. type. of. girl."

It was a tempting offer. It has been awhile since you have been able to unwind ever since that project started.

[ ] "Sure, why not."

[ ] "Ah, sorry. I'll have to pass."

[ ] Write-in

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Welcome to Adventure Civ Medieval!

In this quest, you will help a medieval realm strive and grow as trouble arises and other nations work on their own agendas.

Last time, the tree people got divided between the traditionalist elf governement and the socialist equalitarian rebel movement.


how to play:
1) choose a realm to play for. change your name to reflect your choice (ex: Bowtie Noble). Max 4 players per realm.
2)each turn, your realm has 2 actions. You can choose a cultural, technological, or immediate acion, plus one bonus action based on your realms' bonus action(if your realm has a bonus tech action, you can do any action one time per turn, plus a tech action).
3)discuss with your compatriots which actions you will take. Once you're done, reply to my recap anchor post with the recap of your actions.

twitter: @Opee_Adventures
previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=opee

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You are Kejeral Roericar, last of the proud and noble Korathi tribe that now lies buried beneath foreign sands. You have awoken into a strange world with naught but disjointed memories as a compass, and your sword arm as a defense. Monsters lurk in every shadow, following you into your dreams. The mysteries of this barren and unforgiving desert threaten to consume you. Your two surviving kindred are the only ones you can trust – them, and perhaps the specter of the Laughing Dog that follows your every footstep.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbMn6qsT3bc&list=PLCE4306D5E48EB951


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The pair of Imashet rebels strike cautiously, lunging with swift strokes before returning to cover behind their round shields. You have no shield of your own, but you and your brother hold the high ground at the top of the battlements, your coordinated parries and counter thrusts holding the advancing soldiers at bay and preventing them from bringing numbers up the stairs to surround you. Two of their number have already fallen, their bodies further obstructing you enemies for encircling you – at least for now.

Dorje deflects a strike to your left, and then your opponent tries to maintain the initiative by slashing with his own curved short blade. You block it, but feign a stagger, opening you guard just slightly. The soldier takes the bait and extends himself beyond the cover of his shield to land a blow, but you are ready for him. You strike his thrust aside with enough force to break his guard. In panic, the man raises his shield to compensate – with a swift, powerful kick to his shield from your higher position, you send him falling backwards down the stairs in a heap. Dorje makes short work of his own adversary, all but leaping onto him and bashing the man against the fort’s earthen stones until he stops moving.

Your victory gives you a few moments to scan the courtyard. Most of the loyalists caught in the open space are dead, run down by the insurgent cavalry. A pair of archers remains to your left, still picking off rebel targets in the pocket of safety you have created by holding the stairs. The rest have retreated into the keep, holding the narrow entrances with spears. It appears the rebel attack has stalled – their gambit to seize the fort backfiring completely. Saffoi’s cavalry is already coming in behind them, boxing the enemy inside tight quarters where no retreat is possible. You knew what that meant – enemies with no quarter and no chance of escape will fight like madmen, to the death.

Through the swirling, chaotic melee, you see the masked figure on horseback who tried to run you down the night previous, still directing his men as best he can to counter the new threat.

1/3

>Hold back, let the cavalry do the work now.
>Wade into the thick of it. There is glory to be had.
>Try to regroup with Saffoi.
>Try to regroup with the loyalists in the keep.
>Charge the Insurgent leader.

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Due to scientific achievements in the year 2345, humans are able to go into a copy of our universe and are also able to pick any time you want to start out in. After much thought, you decide to convince people from the past that you are a god and make your mark on history. Using modern science and medicine is the most efficient way to convince locals. You must convince locals that you are a god within 1 year or you will run out of supplies. Once you have convinced enough people that you are a god I will give you instructions on how to get fuel so you can see your impact. The first poster after me should roll 1d4 to start and select which empire you are going to.