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>>361902
"Yes, I suppose there shouldn't be any problem with that."

>>361902
Just kind of stare at Fujiko for a second, let it sink in that, you now have to deal with you cute murderous girl friend, her killer and overly protective brother. All while you have a detective snooping around and your best friend Aya is getting sicker by the day.
>Yeah, I think that would be nice. I think I'm gonna start right now.
>Then pass out then and there from being so overwhelmed.

>>361902
"If your really want it then of course I can stay here, and I'll be glad to.

However, I want you to first tell me more about the problems with your "Oni-sama" (not a spelling mistake). Sorry for insisting, but your behaviour right now worries me greatly, and the eerie aura around the person in question does not help. I just want to know what we're dealing with, know if I can help you in any way, and if so, how.

Because remember, I love you, and it hurts me to see you hurt."

>Ask what we will be doing today
How do these monster lord fights even go down usually?

>>361728
>Ask about Euanthe
>Look for food

>>361728
>>Ask about Euanthe

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>>361402
Bags were packed, kisses were given, and a solemn last dinner was given before your departure for the city. Running your fingers along the stubble that threatens to break out along your jawline, it takes a moment to shake that thought from your mind. No, it’s not the last dinner you’ll have with your family. Just the last you see yourself having for a while.

The trip through the countryside was rather uneventful, you and your parents sitting in the older, barely functioning truck as it rode along, the three of you packed together as it chugged through the dirt roads of the countryside. Silence was your companion, as view of the city finally came into the way.

You’d been there a couple of times when you were younger, but Viridian has grown since the last time you’d come around. Buildings springing forth, and people going about their business. The factories around here- the few there were- had mostly been taken for the war effort. Vehicles, the experimental new pokeballs, and whatever all the military needed to fend off the Johto menace. People went about their business like usual though, but the hustle and bustle of the town itself would always capture your imagination.

Chugging along to your destination, what branch of the military did you get assigned to…?

>The Army: Boots on the ground, ‘frontline’ fighting forces. Though this also includes many of the medic corps, engineers of all varieties, and intelligence personnel that are needed for the war effort to thrive.

>The Navy: Working somewhat closely with certain sub-branches of the air force, the navy tends to take the fight directly to Johto. Usually associated with boats, but there are the marines, that take the fight more directly to the enemy.

>The Air Force: The newest of the branches, and mostly centered around airborne activities. The idea to include the newly trainable pokemon in the branch only expanded their options further.

>>361412
>>The Air Force: The newest of the branches, and mostly centered around airborne activities. The idea to include the newly trainable pokemon in the branch only expanded their options further.

Death from above.

>>361412
Army

>>361346
"' Hugo there ', you say? I don't know any Hugo; I'm simply a common peasant.."

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>>361596
Fuck it this wins. I'll wait till I get more traffic to give time.

"You think that's funny? Hugo was one of our most valued infantrymen. You do of course know he died last week, right? And you think it's okay to make such a jovial quip about it? Fall flat on the ground and die."

The guard draws his sword.

-BATTLE START-

Battle BGM: https://soundcloud.com/iwilldevouryourkittens/wiggitywhack

"Let's see how funny it is when YOU die!" The guard lunges towards you. In a frenzied panic, you remember something vital: the battle system!

You can choose one block on the BATTLE GRID each turn. The catch is, you can't see which one you're choosing! The only hint you have is the numbers on each row and column that indicate which blocks contain your cards (blue) and the enemy's cards (red).

Your cards for the battle are displayed on the BOTTOM SCREEN. Currently, you have Attack, Attack Twice, Heal 10 HP, and Attack.

What are you waiting for? Choose a block!

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>>361690
I choose block B4!

>>360858
> [] What can you tell me about the slave trade?

>>360858
>> [] What can you tell me about the slave trade?

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>>360858

Before I forget, Welcome to RE: Animated round 9. For those dropping in for the first time, welcome to the tales of Lee Townsend, a recently re-animated skeletal bard on a quest to do some good and tie up some loose ends in his inexplicably extended time on earth.

The backlog can be found here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=re%3A+animated

And all announcements for the quest are posted to my twitter:
https://twitter.com/bananon_QM

A tendril makes contact with your bared chest and consciousness is made fleeting, your eyes drooping to see a long complicated series of meaningless symbols now burned into the flesh, before you collapse in a world of darkness.
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That fateful day was one year ago on the dot. July 23rd, the year of our lord 799. You, a young man by the name of Gareth, are being discharged from the “Arbor Meadows” asylum. Thankfully when you had your… break, the police found you, according to the report force fed to yourself, mumbling in gibberish while convulsing, all attempts to wake you up futile until your arrival at the asylum. For the first days the experience was highly confusing and horrifying, coming out of it now you will never trust someone with the title “Doctor” in their name again. The white-coated spectacle be-laden men were monsters in that place, justifying every action in the name of science. As you sit with whatever meager belongings you have you shake, tears sliding down your cheeks as memories assault you. The doctors shoving needles into you filled with mind-altering concoctions of drugs that would send you though personal medicated heavens and hells, would create the unseen and replace the real, opium was pumped through you giving the sweet release of narcotic bliss, and the subsequent removal and replacement with pain, there was violation in this contract between doctor and unwilling patient, often instruments were forced into your oral cavity, ears, nostrils, and even your backside as they performed “experiments to stop the seizures”, of course you never really did believe the sodomy by one doctor in particular to be done with an intent for something much darker than experimentation, and a far more human ‘tool’ used to probe in to your body.
[cont.]

>>360426

If you could kill them all this second, you would with gusto, but alas you are frail from a year of abuse, along with an unknown condition triggering painful seizures at random times, often coinciding with a loss of verbal control many would say was speaking in tongues. The times are rough for you, Gareth, but you are strong, how will you survive in this harsh world?

You have many options, and much business to take care of in the year of our lord 800, July 23rd. Much of Europe is at war, and the upstart King Karl has conquered most of his brother’s lands, soon to be styled as Emperor of Francia. But you are a son of nobility, and the only remaining heir and head of your small house and dynasty –
• Doctor – Visit an apothecary to examine your seizures, the doctors at Arbor Meadows assuredly did not do anything proper medically to investigate this, and even if they did, you don’t remember.
• Notary – Visit your family notary and lawyer, Francis, to examine the state of your family’s affairs after your year in captivity.
• Pub – It has been a year or more since seeing the light of day, and a drink filling one hand and a whore filling the other has never sounded better.
• Estate – Your family’s estate has been run by your staff since your departure to Arbor Meadows, and it would be nice to settle back in your home before running errands.
• Other (Write-in)
To summarize – After the MC’s (Gareth’s) mother dies, he becomes the head of his house, House Brume. When examining his father’s old bookroom, which he inherited upon his mother’s death, something goes wrong as an anomaly in the room shocks him with some sort of touch – leading to a stint in the Arbor Meadows Asylum for a year. It is now the year 800 somewhere in the lands of northern France, Charlemagne’s conquest has almost reached completion, with both rebellion and war threatening everyone. Gareth must now repair his Dynasty, and his own health, in the coming days.

Feel free to ask any questions, and as a fair warning, posts will always take a little bit to write, I like being detailed in posts so don’t expect rapid fire updates, but I do try to post as often as I can. That being said, hope you enjoy!

Also just noticed a mistake, don't know where the word "American" came from in the first post. MC is french.

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>>360268
>>C.Construction
Make better homes

>>360268
>C.Construction

>...You’ll focus on the infantry, and leave the civilians alone.

Waiting ten more minutes.

>>360078
>>...Before this begins, see if you can get Private Hansgeorg to broadcast a transmission to the Soviets… Maybe you can delay the attack... Or fuck up and call it in sooner. (Petrov’s Charisma.)

>>360009
Oh cool, this looks interesting. Do we get to name the spirit?

>>360009

HOW MAGIC WORKS: You project your will across mind and spirit and physical nature and they respond. If you can will it, you can do it.

But beware. Will is a complex thing. Be careful what you wish for. Remember the teachings of Crowley. "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law" but be sure your will is the TRUE will, the correct will, the will that it needed.

In other words, D100 roll. Percentage of failure increases with the complexity of the action.

....

You float above the nameless spirit. Death thickens around you, darting at you in smears and spears of cold darkness and howling in your ears like a winter wind.

You have to find out what happened. Several options come to mind:

PLAY IT LIKE A DETECTIVE: This is a cosmic crime scene. Probe the surrounding dimension for clues. Was this an accident? A murder?

PLAY IT LIKE A DIPLOMAT: Death knows you well, and you know it well. You could try talking to death for time or information.

PLAY IT LIKE A DOCTOR: This is a terminal case of death. You could play this like a hospice and try to find out what happened from the spirit itself, maybe provide it with comfort.

WHAT DO?

Also, at any time you can use magic. Points are awarded for creative and bizarre solutions.

>>360064
We can if we want to, or we could ask for a name.

Be careful. Names are powerful in this spiritual dimension. Here, in this world, to say a thing is to come very close to doing a thing.

>>360084
Nice to see something come from those worldbuilding threads. If I wasn't on my way to work and on mobile I'd do some art.

Maybe later if it's still up.

Play it like a doctor, cosmic triage on the scene. Poor thing must be scared and I wonder what it's name is.

Choose 3 classes, the first will be the MC:

Barbarian: Conflict is all these brutal souls know. Savages, hired muscle, masters of vicious martial techniques, they are not soldiers or professional warriors—they are the battle possessed, creatures of slaughter and spirits of war. Known as barbarians, these warmongers know little of training, preparation, or the rules of warfare; for them, only the moment exists, with the foes that stand before them and the knowledge that the next moment might hold their death. These brutal warriors might rise from all walks of life, both civilized and savage, though whole societies embracing such philosophies roam the wild places of the world.
Bard: The poems say an adventurer’s life is all open roads and the glory of coin and combat. The tales told in every farmhand-filled inn have to have some ring of truth to them, don’t they? The songs to inspire peasantry and royals alike—to soothe the savage beast or drive men to a frenzy—have to come from somewhere.

Enter the bard. You, with your smooth tongue and quick wit. You teller-of-tales and singer-of-songs. A mere minstrel can retell a thing, but it takes a true bard to live it. Strap on your boots, noble orator. Sharpen that hidden dagger and take up the call. Someone’s got to be there, fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with the goons and the thugs and the soon-to-be-heroes. Who better than you to write the tale of your own heroism?

Nobody. Get going.

Cleric: The lands of Dungeon World are a gods-forsaken mess. They’re lousy with the walking dead, beasts of all sorts, and the vast unnatural spaces between safe and temple-blessed civilizations. It is a godless world out there. That’s why it needs you.

Bringing the glory of your god to the heathens isn’t just in your nature—it’s your calling. It falls to you to proselytize with sword and mace and spell, to cleave deep into the witless heart of the wilds and plant the seed of divinity there. Some say that it’s best to keep the gods close to your heart. You know that’s rubbish. God lives at the edge of a blade.

Show the world who is lord.

>>360014
Druid: Cast your eyes around the fire. What has brought you to these people, stinking of the dust and sweat of the city? Perhaps it is a kindness—do you protect them as the mother bear watches over her cubs? Are they your pack, now? Strange brothers and sisters you have. Whatever your inspiration, they would certainly fail without your sharp senses and sharper claws.

You are of the sacred spaces; you are born of soil and wear the marks of her spirits on your skin. You may have had a life before, maybe you were a city dweller like them, but not now. You’ve given up that static shape. Listen to your allies pray to their carved stone gods and polish their silver shells. They speak of the glory they’ll find back in that festering town you left behind.

Their gods are children, their steel is false protection. You walk the old ways, you wear the pelts of the earth itself. You’ll take your share of the treasure, but will you ever walk as one of them? Only time will tell.

Fighter: It’s a thankless job—living day to day by your armor and the skill of your arm, diving heedlessly into danger. They won’t be playing golden horns for the time you took that knife to the ribs for them in the bar in Bucksberg. No flock of angels will sing of the time you dragged them, still screaming, from the edge of the Pits of Madness, no.

Forget them.

You do this for the guts and the glory, for the scream of battle and the hot, hot blood of it. You are a beast of iron. Your friends may carry blades of forged steel but, fighter, you are steel. While your traveling companions might moan about their wounds around a campfire in the wilderness, you bear your scars with pride.

You are the wall—let every danger smash itself to dust on you.

In the end, you’ll be the last one standing.

Paladin: Hell awaits. An eternity of torment in fire or ice or whatever best suits the sins of the damned throngs of Dungeon World. All that stands between the pits of that grim torture and salvation is you. Holy man, armored war machine, templar of the Good and the Light, right? The cleric may say his prayers at night to the gods, dwelling in their heavens. The fighter may wield his sharp sword in the name of “good” but you know. Only you.

Eyes, hands, and sweet killing blow of the gods, you are. Yours is the gift of righteousness and virtue—of justice, of Vision, too. A purity of intent that your companions do not have.

So guide these fools, paladin. Take up your holy cause and bring salvation to the wastrel world.

Vae victis, right?

>>360016
Ranger: These city-born folk you travel with. Have they heard the call of the wolf? Felt the winds howl in the bleak deserts of the East? Have they hunted their prey with the bow and the knife like you? Hell no. That’s why they need you.

Guide. Hunter. Creature of the wilds. You are these things and more. Your time in the wilderness may have been solitary until now, but the call of some greater thing—call it fate if you like—has cast your lot with these folk. Brave, they may be. Powerful and strong, too. But only you know the secrets of the spaces between.

Without you, they’d be lost. Blaze a trail through the blood and dark, strider.

Thief: You’ve heard them, sitting around the campfire. Bragging about this battle or that, or about how their gods are smiling on your merry band. You count your coins and smile to yourself—this is the thrill above all. You alone know the secret of Dungeon World: filthy, filthy lucre.

Sure, they give you lip for all the times you’ve snuck off alone, but without you, every one of them would have been dissected by a flying guillotine or poisoned straight to death by some ancient needle trap. So let them complain. When you’re done with all this delving you’ll toast their heroes’ graves.

From your castle. Full of gold. You rogue.

Wizard: Dungeon World has rules. Not the laws of men or the rule of some petty tyrant. Bigger, better rules. You drop something—it falls. You can’t make something out of nothing. The dead stay dead, right?

Oh, the things we tell ourselves to feel better about the long, dark nights.

You’ve spent so very long poring over those tomes of yours. Conducting experiments that nearly drove you mad and casting summonings that endangered your very soul. For what? For power. What else is there? Not just the power of King or Country but the power to boil a man’s blood in his veins. To call on the thunder of the sky and the churn of the roiling earth. To shrug off the rules the world holds so dear.

Let them cast their sidelong glances. Let them call you “warlock” or “diabolist.” Who among them can hurl fireballs from their eyes?

Yeah. Didn’t think so.

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Where will we settle?

>not giving option for icy fjords with rich fishing grounds to make glorious arian viking tribe

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>>359919
>Icy fjord
+lots of fish
+strong defence, surrounded by mountains and rivers
-extreme winters

>>359800
Boy

>>359800
Bi-gender

>>359806
Oh so your a boy? I see! Well that's definitely a start lots of great protagonists have been boys!
But what's your general appearance?

We can't have a bombastic protag without knowing what he looks like!

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To pick up where we left off, Harambe leads through the caverns. We find a mushroom farm, a cavern which flooded from a lake on the surface, and a wild ape, who seems to be leading us somewhere. Somewhere, one of your apes gets separated from the group. As we follow the wildling, we are ambushed by multiple drone beetles. After the beetles are killed, the wild ape and one spearbearer have wounded legs, and are in great pain and cannot run. It's likely you would be off much worse, were it not for a surprise spear coming from a non-party member. This new ally is the spearman you came to this cave to find in the first place.
>"I-I'm so glad to see a familiar face."
You give the wildling 1 white herb, to quiet it and put it in the trance. Your injured spearwoman chews hers as well, to numb the pain of her mangled foot; she know's she'll be unconscious soon, but she wagers she wouldn't be a help fully conscious, either.
>"I'll take the wildling to the surface, I think we found what he was leading us to," she says. "We'll be out of your way."
What do you do?
>Let her take the wildling above
>Keep the wildling, let her leave
>Order her to stay, keep the wildling
>Order her to stay, leave the wildling for dead
>Something else?

You assess your party: 1 Harambe, 1 spearwoman(missing), 1 spearwoman(injured), 1 wildling(injured), 1 Bowman (4 arrows), 1 spearwoman(torchbearer), 2 spearmen, all armored save the wildling and the new recruit.
And you assess your supplies: 12 food, 14 water, 12 torches, 4 white herbs, 2 Anti-Pain Potions, 30 meters of rope.

You ask the found spearman what he did to survive.
>"I found, like, a meat cave. Like, a cave full only of carcasses and rotting meat. It was disgusting, but it was the safest spot, because it was unguarded and unmonitored. None of it was edible, so I did hunting now and again. There was a woman, too. A human. What she did to get here, I'll never know or ask, but she was good company."
You also meditate on the missing soldier. Knowing her last known location was before the last battle, you assume desertion. Your safest bet to find her would be to backtrack.
As your party rests, a tremor is felt throughout the caverns.
What do you do?
>Backtrack to find the deserter.
>Follow your found spearmen to the meat locker.
Set up a base camp
>Go [direction]
>Split into groups
>something else?

>>359771
>Let her take the wildling above

>Backtrack to find the deserter
Doesn't make sense to come down here for a spearman and then leave one here...

Was the human woman in the meat locker?

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>>359793
You escort the wounded chimps toward the nearest exit, a hub of six hallways intersecting. This is also where the last sighting of the deserting soldier was; she could be down any corridor.
Northwest leads to a flooded cavern you've previously explored; Southwest seems to lead to the southern entrance of the mushroom farm; North, South, and Northeast are unknown, though North has a bright golden light emanating from it.
What do you do?
>Go Northeast
>Go South
>Go Southwest
>Go Northwest
>Go North
Split up
>Set up base camp
>Something else?

Blood for the Blood Blood!

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Here comes new challenger! He traveled across the whole world in one day. He discover West Endless River of Mana. He tamed the Great Crystal Dragon. He killed Dark King of Other-world. He is favourite student of Pompolus. He also the best student in whole university. Give loud applause to Chen Zheng the Young Great-Wizard!

>>359713
Fail Wizard casts "Critical Failure" on Chen, giving him bad luck in all future rolls.

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We have 10 xp to spend! I'm not gonna post for a few hours, so I'm giving you some time to think about your choices.

Xp costs: (check in pastebin)

Upgrading an attribute: 4xCurrent
New ability: 3
Upgrading an ability: 2xCurrent
New discipline: 10
New in-clan discipline: 7
Upgrading an discipline: 7xCurrent
Upgrading an inclan/physical discipline: 5xCurrent
Upgrading willpower: current

>>359670
also, Vissictude, animalism and auspex are our in-clan disciplines.

>>359670
new discipline : auspex
new ability : etiquette

this should both be useful in a diplomatic meeting of sorts