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You are a big bad dude. You carved out your own compact realm in the middle of Palemurk, the most Skelly-infested, Zombie-zababoed demon-defiled region this side of the ruins of the Great Wall.
It all started about a year ago for you, and you never expected things to happen so fast, and despite your ambition, you did have your doubts you'd make it this far.
You are the de facto ruler of Fort Whiterock, your own fortified hamlet in some ancient ruins that you can't be assed to remember of. You and your men (no girls allowed) have built the place up to be a nice center for your operations here.
Speaking of which, why ARE you in the middle of the most Werewolf-walloped, Vampire-voracious TERRIBLE region this side of anywhere?!
>To subjugate the forces of Evil!
>To build a thriving and rich citadel where nobody thought possible!
>To isolate your followers for their indoctrination into the cult of YOU!
>To exploit the region for its natural resources!
>Because you like the weather!
>Something else!
Well? Why are you here?!

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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

Star Wars: Grand Admiral Quest

The empire is in chaos! Following the death of Emperor Sheev Palpatine aboard the nearly complete second death star, the rebel forces have gained a great amount of power and influence. Many grand admirals of the imperial fleet have been found and executed.
With no one to look to for leadership, the remaining grand admirals have been labeled as possible replacements for the emperor. One grand admiral would have to prove himself greater than all others to claim command of the empire.

You were a stormtrooper once. You served bravely during the early days of the rebellion and quickly climbed the ranks. Now you're a grand admiral in command of his own fleet. Specifically, you control two Imperial I-class Star Destroyers, one Imperial II-class Star Destroyer, and five thousand TIE fighters.
You've been floating through space for hours, patroling the outer rim. You haven't run into any ships; this area sees very little traffic. It's one of the most likely areas for rebel transport according to your advisor.
"Grand admiral, an approaching ship has been detected by our scanners," one of your underlings says. "What is your command?"

>Send out a few TIE fighters to contact the vessel.
>Send a strike force to eliminate the vessel. They're probably rebels.
>Capture the ship and bring the captain to me for questioning.

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You are about to be put in a dungeon filled with magic and monsters! But first, pick a character out of the four in the picture, or make one yourself I guess.


Danny: Surfer dude, pretty laid back kind of guy. +10 starting HP, +5 extra HP on level up, -10 EXP from anything that gives you EXP. -3 starting INT.

Clay: Scientist working at Caltech. Smart guy, but pretty awkward. Tends to overthink things. +10EXP from anything that gives you EXP, +2 INT, +1 extra INT on level up, -3 starting STR.

Jill: A young farm-girl, you know how to get shit done. +5 starting HP, +2 starting STR, +1 extra STR on level up, can befriend animals more easily.

Jasmine: The CEO of a large corporation. You have spent most of your life in luxury. +2 starting items, monsters always drop loot, and have a small chance of dropping an extra item! +2 starting CHA, +1 extra CHA on level up, -3 starting STR, Sometimes a stat other than CHA might not go up when you level up.


Ran this quest before, but it kind of died (meaning that I got bored of it. ) but i'm sure it will work out his time! Because reasons!

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As the leader of your people you have decisions to make. Most of them have great impact on the lives of your following. Choose wisely.

The fertile season has come and past letting place to the swollen season and now the birthing season. Usually your people stop their ride to let the women give birth and recover forces but where you find yourself isn't the usual spot. The open Steppe surrounds your position instead of the protective mother-hills, no water runs nearby and the hunt is poor.

Many are those who urge you to move on for another moon turn, one of them is a renowned hunter only second to your father, his words are wise and open your eyes on the important of moving forward regardless of the season. As you consider his words the eldest of elders tells you that your wife will not be able to go on, he suggest that your order stop until she gives birth to your son.

There is your first decision and surely not the last.


>We move on, my father would have agreed with the fierce hunter.
(We move on to the secure mother-hills, suffering&tears awaits us on the path)
>Here, we put down our tents to recover our forces.
(We settle in the open steppe, the area hasn't been fully explored and it doesn't looks promising)

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Tribe's name: ??????????
Population: 200-250
Way of Life: Nomadism
Religion: Elements

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I rouse. For decades, I have been waiting to be set free. The shackles that have bound me are no more. It has been too long since I was able to see, but darkness no longer covers my eyes. A dark smoke smothers the room as I twist and turn, adjusting to my aching body. I run my fingers down my sharp, red hair. Only when I reach my curved horns do I stop brushing it.

I turn around – breasts slightly swaying. My figure is fully exposed. I flaunt my bare skin without so much as a blush. With a coy smile, I speak.

“Was it you who summoned me?” Slightly covering my lower half with my hand, I narrow my gaze and lick my lips. “For your blood and soul, I could give you pleasure no man has ever... ever... wait, where are you?”

I completely stop my monologue. I swing my head around, looking for the person who summoned me into the world. But there is no one in sight. Save for some furniture, I am completely alone in the room.

“Oh, for the love of...” I grumble, muttering a few obscenities under my breath. The nerve of some people, standing up a demon as lovely and powerful as me.

I take a quick look around. The design of the room is purely ornamental – too flimsy and too small to fit anything bigger than a couple of humans. I catch a glimpse of a conspicuous piece of paper lying on top of the table.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
OFFICIAL SUMMONS for JUROR SERVICE
DATE : 04/17/46
TIME: 9:35 P.M.

You have been summoned to appear as a TRIAL JUROR.

Failure to appear for Jury Service may result in a FINE,
IMPRISONMENT, or both, pursuant to PO.C.P 124.

BADGE # = 6661666
66666-4304

If you respond by mail, please review the brochure version
of the Trial Juror Instruction and Information handout
and confirm your jury duty via courier.

FOR FURTHER INFORMATION VISIT
THE PROVINCE ONE CITY HALL
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

I blink. My Devil's Associate Number is 4304. An unmistakable blotch of blood smeared the bottom. There is no doubt that this abominable piece of paper is my contract. I reel back and moan – and not the good, sexy kind.

Me, a succubus, I seethe, stuck in fucking jury duty.

But something so trivial won't stop me. It's time for Dickings Quest, no stop on the lewd train. Unfortunately, I don't have much time – I'm done here once my contract ends. Looks like I'm going to have to be efficient on the hunt for penis.

Grumbling some more, I swipe the juror notice off the table and pace around in distress. I wiggle my hips as I walk back and forth, making sure to bounce my breasts up and down as well. Even if nobody sees, I can't really stop myself. It's only natural.

Anyway. First things first.

>Incantation: Order Pizza
>Incantation: Take a Nap
>Seduce someone nearby
>Check out your surroundings some more
>A COMPLETELY WORK-SAFE ACTIVITY IN THE NUDE
>Put shoe on head

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You stare down at the papers in front of you, while many in your place would feel shocked. You find yourself suppressing a smile, maybe you were being shipped back out to the fleet! Just as you think this, the commander starts talking again.

"Since you 2 knuckle-heads apparently can't read. I'll read your orders for you." He picked up a document from behind his desk and began reading from it. "Due to growing tensions with the USSR, all experienced US navy pilots are to be brought into front line units. As such, Lieutenant Bradly Poole is to be transfered from VF-126 to VF-21. He is to transfer with his RIO and F-14 Tomcat. Effective immediately."

Your transfer papers mirrored exactly what you had said, and this was great news! For the past few flights you and Zeus had been flying an older model F-4 Phantom. Now you could fly your old bird as part of the fleet.

"You've heard your orders. Your aircraft will be transferred in the C-5 that you're flying out on. Grab your stuff and get moving." The sound of the commander's voice snapped you back to your surroundings. You calmly stand up and salute him.

"Yes sir, do you know when the transport is leaving?" You say this and the commander looks at you with a look of annoyance.

"Pilot, do you need me to read you everything?" He asks you in disbeleif, you open your mouth to answer but Zeus cuts you off.

"I think you have to sir, with him not being able to read and everything." He says smugly. The commander graciously doesn't yell at Zeus, but he does do an impressive impression of an angry fish gasping for air before he composes himself.

"Your transport leaves in 2 hours. Grab your gear and head to the hangers. It's the only C-5 on the base so you can't miss it." He pauses for a second, before smugly adding. "Actually, considering that neither of you can read it's well within the realms of possibility that you don't know what a C-5 looks like. So just look for the BIG grey plane with droopy wings!"

"Yes sir, big plane with droopy wings." You humour him before grabbing your papers and leaving with Zeus in tow. With your remaining time on base now measured in hours rather than months, you have a lot to do.

>[] Gather your gear.
>[] Recover some stuff that you loaned out.
>[] Grab some food before you leave.
>[] Other (write in)
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Once again, sorry that the new thread took so long. I had to check that nobody in my family was involved in the incident in France.

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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…


After a hard fought battle, it seems victory is finally at hand here on the isolated world of Ferro. It took many hours of bombardment and a fierce battle between thousands of soldiers, but the Sith have been beaten back to their underground base. Even now, your men along with your allies from the Republic are storming the base while you and fellow Jedi Kota Vam oversee the battle from the surface.

>52

Your soldiers, along with your Republic allies, breach deep down inside the base and engage the Sith Defenders in vicious close quarters combat. Your forces carry the momentum form their victory on the surface, but eventually they begin to become bogged down in the fighting. The narrow corridors of the Sith Base provide many opportunities for the defenders to entrench themselves as they defiantly inflict scores of casualties on your men. The battle is still in your favor, but they are not making it easy for you.

Taking a moment to rest and recover from your injuries, the two of you are now engaging in a short respite of meditation. You had just contacted the Mandalorian Commandos leading the defense of the base, appealing to them to lay down their arms and follow you instead. It remains to be seen whether they will take up your offer and join you or fight till the bitter end, but you remain hopeful as you patiently await their response.

In the mean time, you sit and meditate inside your war tent beside Kota Vam…

>What does Kraton Reed meditate on during this brief respite?

>The Mandalorians you seek to sway to your side?
>The State of affairs back on Telos IV?
>How you can become a more powerful force on the battlefield?
>The Sith Lord Ramana, whose forces you’ve primarily been fighting?
>The Sith Lord Dalca, who had sent Arlia to assassinate you?
>Your old master
>Write-in?

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>>300041

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Welcome to the Gold Coast.

It is the Fourth Era, year 231. The Civil War in Skyrim has ended with a Stormcloak victory due to the intervention of the Dragonborn. Morrowind has repulsed the Argonian invasion, and are preparing for a counter-attack.

However, none of this concerns you.

You are low on the rung of life. You hold no power, no influence, no wealth. You have decided to rebuke your former life, and strike out as an Adventurer in the city of Anvil on the Gold Coast.

First things first, It's a little dusty, what race are you?


(( The thread with the most replies when I look at them are the answers I'll go with. There are no set in stone options, and I will evolve the story around your choices. Also, be wary, this is my first quest thread. ))

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A world tears, a Decree is made; a Pact formed, a Balance struck. Welcome to Dark Spirit Quest!

You are a fiery Jána of the Night born high astride the flickering embers thrust from the deep heart of the world, and right now you're escaping the pursuit Aniunakei hunters.

>PREVIOUSLY:
You were called to the aid of an old Aniunakei warrior named Uluwehi, who you then Accorded with to defend his tribespeople from pirate invaders.
After succeeded you then Accorded with the Curer of the Aniunakei, Ijana, to retrieve her daughter from the Far Jungle and return her safe and sound.

After being hunted by two spirits and securing an inky dark spirit into companionship you convinced the daughter, Nanali, to return with you. Upon your return you chose to part ways on good terms with your inky companion.
After receiving your promised reward you decided to bait a pirate captain named Davidge Gansaul into a deal heavily to your benefit, first with the condition of pacifying his ally Blackwren though you’ve left the deal open to further transitions.

>And now...
After being ambushed by and subsequently defeating a recurrently familiar earth spirit you’re forcing the pirate into a sprint to outrun the Aniunakei hunters who’ve his gunshot.

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>Previous Threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Oscuro

>Twitter: https://twitter.com/Amorfo_Miedo

>Pastes for Character Sheet/Dice Mechanics/Soul Aspects/Deals
http://pastebin.com/u/DarkSpiritPastes
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There's nothing to read on this ship except the official material of the Eidolon Battle Fleet and the Holy Sagas. The former is a mixture of technical manuals you're far too familiar with and very cagey news prints. What with it being a civil war and all, you certainly can't fault high command and the king-priests for explaining so little, but it does make for rather vague reading. As for the Holy Sagas, you learned most of the big stories as a child. They give a comforting sense of home, sometimes, but they do little to alleviate boredom, and all the stories to do with any of the rebel espers have taken an extremely dark new meaning.

This is the reason why you are reading your copy of your own enlistment papers.

Select Unit (choose one)

[ ] Eidolon Elite 1st Legion (Locked)
[ ] Marduk Marine 2nd Legion (Locked)
[X] Minerva Group Stormtrooper 3rd Legion
[ ] Inanna Group Auxilliary 4th Legion (Locked)
[ ] Eidolon Crew (Locked)
[ ] Minerva Group Crew (Locked)
[ ] Inanna Group Crew (Locked)
[ ] Ziz Air Wing (Locked)

No surprise there. No previous military experience, no family legacy, no Sidhe endorsement. Despite the "stormtrooper" designation, your platoon doesn't have a single motorized vehicle, so you're not sure how mechanized the legion can really be. You've seen the armor while on guard duty in the deployment bay of Minerva I, the group's not quite capital class flagship, so this legion does have *some* wheels. You're just not allowed to actually ride them. Just stare at them to make sure no one messes with them until other people ride them.

Select Sub-Unit (choose one)

[ ] A Company Mechanized Infantry (Locked)
[X] B Company Infantry
[ ] C Company Infantry
[ ] D Company Recon (Locked)
[ ] E Company Armor (Locked)
[ ] F Company Artillery (Locked)

Oh, yeah, and lest we forget, some of that armor is APCs, not just tanks. APCs reserved for the colonel's A Company, because of course it is. Does it count as armor if it's APCs? You don't know, they just tell you to guard the armor bay and that's where all the vehicles are.

Select Position (choose one)

[ ] Stormtrooper Colonel (Locked)
[ ] Stormtrooper Captain (Locked)
[ ] Stormtrooper Lieutenant (Locked)
[ ] Stormtrooper Sergeant (Locked)
[ ] Stormtrooper Corporal (Locked)
[X] Stormtrooper

You can get bumped up straight to Corporal if you show talent for command in basic training. You did not do this.

Specializations (rank from 1-5 with 1 being the best)

[ ] Rifle Training
[ ] Hand-to-Hand
[ ] Pathfinding
[ ] Theology
[ ] Command (Locked)

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u awaken in a cold stone room, dimly lit by a single crude torch, theres a locked door and what looks like a lever

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Previous thread: >>350957
Your party's current stats can be found here: http://pastebin.com/Rt5pWecJ
The town library has some information about the enemies http://pastebin.com/RHnJQsJK, places http://pastebin.com/KmUw01gj, and spells http://pastebin.com/fYP61Tkn. The church has worked to remove certain information from the library, so you may encounter things not mentioned there.

Your name is Michael. In the previous thread, you travelled to the demon realm and made a deal with the devil. You received the sword of darkness from him, in exchange for promising to kill an angel.
You then went to the forbidden city, which is ruled by the church. You killed some monks and took their clothes so that you and Manny could sneak into the main church in the city. You found the sacred cross you were looking for, which will allow you to teleport to the angel's location. But there were two monks and the head priest between you and the sacred cross.
You've just defeated the two monks, and the head priest is not particularly happy about that.

The head priest stands up. "I see you've been led down the path of darkness. Your souls have been tainted by dark magic, but there is still hope for you if you wish to repent."
"We didn't come here to get lectured. Give us the cross or we'll take it from you" you say.
"I am sorry, but no one is allowed to see the cross. It is The Island's most precious artifact, and our very existence depends on it remaining safe."
Amidst all the confusion, Jim has managed to enter the church and find you. You had left him hiding outside because he would be unable to blend in while you and Manny were pretending to be monks.

>Keep arguing with the priest
>Fight

priest's stats: http://pastebin.com/vVHSU6d0

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Good evening, /qst/. I'm Shou, the QM from the ill-fated Atroke Quest. Due to me forgetting to archive Episode 2, it's likely it won't continue (unless we redo it, which considering the minuscule amount of posts in it, wouldn't be difficult.)

Basically, this is a long winded way of saying: I like running quests, you like playing quests, so tell me what kind of quest you want me to run, and I'll try to have it out by Sunday. I am your puppet, /qst/, do your thing with me.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/MolochQM
Questions: https://ask.fm/MolochQM
Character sheet: http://pastebin.com/TuHXz5Kp
Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Northern%20Beasts%20Quest

“A hostile conditions warning has been issued. Heavy snow and roaming beasts are expected. All citizens are reminded to stay indoors until the all clear has been issued.” - A standard warning, issued over public radio.

You spend longer there, in the cool gloom of the Alkaev private library, than you either intended or expected. It's the book that keeps you here - “The Sealed Goddess”, that childish little tome. Even after reading it over once more, you linger long enough to copy out several passages that particularly catch your eye. Then, as you're giving the book one last skim through, you spot a handwritten note pencilled into the top corner of the inner cover. It's an old annotation, the pencil nearly worn away to nothing, but you can just about make out the words.

“Fascinating!” the note reads, “I must look into this further. Perhaps the temple in Artyom?” With no signature, you've got no way to be sure who wrote that little query, but you suspect Morgana – she mentioned being a collector of old books, after all. You'd ask her about it, but – considering the ungodly howl that came from upstairs, from what she claimed to be her husband – she might not be in a position to answer your questions.

The best way to get some answers, you suspect, will be to investigate the matter yourself. For now though, you've got other problems. As soon you step from the Alkaev manor and out into the streets of Thar Dreyse, a surging blizzard reaches out to claim you.

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Welcome to the world of pokemon here there are magical creatures that live and work alongside humans. These creatures are known as pokemon. Here in the country of Aliasia almost everyone uses pokemon in some capacity from farmers to warriors to nobles. I am scholar Spruce and I study the effects of pokemon on humans. I hope to find more ways that human and pokemon life can be improved by cooperation with each other. But enough about me who exactly are you. Also, what is your gender, sorry I sort of have an issue identifying people’s gender.

What is your name?

What gender are you?