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>>358374
As it turns out I am a complete failure at checking thread links. The previous thread was >>339321 not what is in OP

>>356211

We need to somehow dodge the next attack, but your ability to move has been restricted and he could simply move faster to compensate. You’ll have to throw him off somehow and prepare. You were already kneeling so you simply place your hands on the seafloor emanating some black mana from both hands. You look behind you to Aki and nod at her. You wish you could tell her your plan, but hopefully, she will get the message.

Now time to mess with him. “You know your son was pathetic.” You chuckle. “I remember it clearly, “please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me” after he lost our battle.” Malygos is slowing. You try and make another quick look back to Aki, but you continue nonetheless. “We were going to begin the torture process, but he broke down and told us all about your hideout here before the first finger was broken. What a terrible excuse for a son.” “You will hold your tongue!” He is getting incredibly angry alarmingly fast. Time for the finisher. “The best part about your son though is that after he spilled everything he became so guilty over what might happen to you because of it.” You pause for dramatic effect. “The fool decided to kill himself to spare him from the guilt and shame, how hilarious, hahaha,” Malygos became a blur, voraciously fast, but at the same time reckless. He wasn’t aiming either just trying to hit you until he found the right route to kill.

After a couple close sweeps, he is barrelling toward you straight on. Now is the time for you to strike. You brace for impact and hold. Malygos dives at you and is only inches from your face. However in his bloodlust, he forgot about your death powers. Skeletons from directly underneath him stabbed him in the stomach. “What?” he coughs. He may have stopped but he was moving with enough force to pull through the stopping power of the skeletons and knock into you. Not nearly with enough force to cause significant damage but a few scrapes and you both fall into the bed of the lake.

You and Malygos stand almost in sync. He is clearly injured, but he intends to finish this fight one way or another. He charges again, but without his usual accelerating. At this point, your right arm and leg are shot, and although they will regenerate in time you couldn’t use for a while.

Time for finish this
Roll a d20+3
>Charge with everything you have
>Defend and counter
>Write in

Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>358401
Defend and Counter.

“May as well get the lockpick over,” you answer the the man. “I imagine the USB tool is fairly straightforward.”

“Oh, they both are,” replies the surgeon. “But of the two, the lockpick will probably the more complicated.”

You follow him to another edge of the room, to one with several doors of varying locks on them. A young man nervously introduces himself as Alessandro.

“T-the tool in your h-h-hand can do just ab-bout any physical lock in p-p-production,” he stammers. The patience on Torres’ face tells you the stuttering is a common occurance.

He goes on to show you how to open the finger housing the tool, and selecting for a physical lock. You insert it into the keyhole, and in about four seconds, the lock clicks open. The process is repeated for the other locks, and are completed in about the same time.

“The elect-t-tronic locks take longer,” Alessandro explains. “More c-c-combinations. High end ones it m-might not do at all.”

He goes through the process again, and as he said, as the locks got better, it took more time until the tool couldn't open them at all.

You and Torres thank the stuttering techie as you leave, and he stops you about halfway through the room.

“That’s the lockpicking,” he says. “For the USB, you just open what you need, and stick the tool in and use it like you would any flash drive. It opens the same way as the lockpick. Think you need a demonstration?”

>Yeah, make me idiot proof
>Please, Doc, I’m no idiot.
>Write-in

>>358025
>Please, Doc, I’m no idiot.

this anon is gonna duck off to work soon, curse my timezone

>>358059
This, though did we get told how much memory out finger has?

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Character and setting info: http://pastebin.com/u/MagicalPrincess
Archives (Episodes 1-59): http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Start+Over+Quest
Archives (Episodes 60+): http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Start+Over+Quest
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MagicalMarquise
Ask.fm: http://ask.fm/MagicalMarquise
Collection of character descriptions (WIP, courtesy of anon): http://pastebin.com/pzYffs0R
Collection of quest art (NSFW): http://imgur.com/a/2nEyB/layout/grid (NSFW)

>>366552
>>Check on Tama, see if she's still there.

>>366552
>Hug Bryld and stay quiet.

Noncombatants hide and stay quiet~

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>Who are we?
Maka, an exiled noble Exalted as a Zenith-caste Solar. Queen of Gem, now ruling the western island of Tianna. You have gathered a vast amount of allies and friends, and defeated every threat to Tianna up to now, though not without difficulty.
You recently discovered that Tianna is actually an artificial island, built around a First Age Titan: an almighty flying fortress. Your forces have crushed the Bodhisattva Anointed by Dark Water, a Deathlord who tried to usurp its power for himself.
And now, on the day of your wedding, the Unconquered Sun Himself appeared to you and crowned you Princess of Creation, asking you to be an example for others in these dark times.
After securing the alliance of the nearby realm of Neck (or Okeanos, as they prefer to be called), you received news from your remote homeland of Gem: Rankar, the man who usurped your throne, holds your father and sister prisoner, and is about to marry her to his own oun in an attempt to solidify and legitimize his power over the city.

>Solar? Zenith? I don't know Exalted...
This quest is as newbie-friendly as possible, and I want it to work as a newbie's intro to Exalted. If you have ANY question, ask in thread. For the setting, google "1d4chan exalted".

>Archive?
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Solar%20Quest
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Solar%2C+Quest

>System?
Dicepool-like system. When performing an action, everyone rolls 2d10 when posting. The first X rolls are considered, where X is equal to attribute + ability.

>XP?
Attributes cost [current score x5] xp. Abilities cost [current score x3] xp, except Zenith costing [(current score x3) -1]. Charms cost 10 xp, except for Zenith-based charms (related to charisma and physical/mental fortitude) which cost 8 xp. At the end of every "session" (thread) you will be presented with a list of possible acquisitions.

>Twitter?
@exaltedfag

>Any questions?
http://ask.fm/Exaltedfag

New System Info: http://pastebin.com/pvAZpsJ6
Characters info (player-made): http://pastebin.com/5WnD47jp
Quest in ebook format (player-made): https://www.dropbox.com/s/0wl5obxcwuakgdj/Exalted%20Quest%20-%20Threads%2001-101%20%5Bpdf%5D.rar?dl=0
Meanwhiles: http://pastebin.com/u/Exaltedfag

Rolled 9, 1 = 10 (2d10)

>>359397
>>Maybe I can talk the guards into letting me through anyway, even at night-time. (s+z)
It's be nice to see him, but we don't really NEED to.

Also welcome back EF!

Rolled 10, 9 = 19 (2d10)

>>359397
>Maybe I can talk the guards into letting me through anyway, even at night-time. (s+z)
Pop TttH just to be sure, we don't really need to see him, but the opportunity is too big to pass up and I can't imagine when we'll have the chance or time to talk to him again.

Nice to see you again EF, hope whatever happened ended well.

>>357913
Tell Becca and Amy to GTFO, then rip and tear this guy's huge guts.

"Punk? Who's the bitch ass nigga here that thinks 4 on 1 is a fair fight? Cause where I'm at it looks it ain't...FOR YOU!"

Cutting off at 10 PM Eastern

Actually I'm going to extend this. Will check on this by tomorrow afternoon.

Mostly because this decision is pretty important, and this thread is fresh. Want to be fair here.

WAKE UP

>>358223
>All children wake

Inspect self

>>358942
Ban Islam. Instill Kekism.

>>358942
Begin establishing control throughout the control to create a stable government

brb, going to sleep, gonna continue tommorow

>>363807
A burly dwarven mechanic

>>363825
Let's go with this

>>363825
Voting this.

>>360845
Demons are for waifus

>>360845
they don't exist.

>>360845
They're rad.

Ayy Lmao

>>361908
>Kono turns to the bedrooms roof and loudly exclaims "Ayy Lmao"

>>361913
Go downstairs for some breakfast

>>356649
"Could be Eduardo selling me bad shit again," you think, as you fish through your dresser for clean panties. No luck on that front, but opt to you settle for a pair not covered in vomit. An image of the flashy Puerto Rican drug dealer's smiling face crosses your mind.

For a moment you concentrate on remembering the details of the dream. Nudity, moonlight, an intense fear - a curse? You recall your meeting yesterday with your "friend" and mentor, Quentin. He dispatched you on a "simple book-hunting mission" (his words) that ended in a shootout with some cartel goons. "Might be some bad juju bullshit from that Jamaican bitch," you ponder, as you run your fingers over the fresh scar tissue on your left elbow.

You're not going to be able to sleep for the rest of tonight - that's clear - but before you can decide what your next move is, you need to take stock of yourself.

Your name is Nadia Bisceanu, and you are a second-generation Romanian-American immigrant. You live in Baltimore, Maryland, in a shitty apartment building on the east side. You're kind of addicted to heroin, but it's an on-again-off-again thing. It's currently on. Your rent is three weeks past due and you're technically unemployed. You have no real friends and your formal education ended after high school.

Oh, and you're a mage, one of the Awakened.

But more on that later. First, which of these categories are your best attributes?

>A. Physical
>B. Social
>C. Mental

>>356650
>B. Social

>>356650
>C. Mental

>>357278

You kneel, letting the sonorous prayers of Chaplain Kegrail wash over you. The chant ripples in the still air of the Chapel, resonating amongst the stone pews and against the arched ceilings. Breathing deeply, you think of nothing at all, letting your faith in the Emperor wash through your bones and within the deep spaces of your chest. As the prayer ends, you stand, feeling refreshed. You still do not understand the High Gothic of Kegrail's prayers, but you have learned the rhythms and cadences of the ancient speech.

The gray robes of an Initiate-Brother hang heavily around your massive frame – when you returned from your successful Hunt nearly two years ago, the robes had been loose and ill-fitting. Since then, you've grown by almost two full feet, and put on another two hundred pounds of ceramite and muscle, and now the robes border on being too tight. The geneseed of the Horned Lions have turned you into one of the giants; made you more than mortal. To your left, your comrade Rab stands only a few inches shorter, and to your right, Fraq is shorter than that – his struggles during the implantation process and the Hunt have left him somewhat defensive about his shorter stature. That said, Fraq's temperament has always been too placid to let minor differences bother him. Even in the Underhive, he had tempered Sen and Rab's excitable temperament with careful thought.

You silently file out of the Chapel with your Initiate-Brothers, passing knots of Horned Lions in dark red robes. In the two years since the three of you had completed your Hunts, your training had continued at its rigorous pace, but the nightmare intensity that Scout Sergeant Karlat had pushed on you three before the Hunt had lessened somewhat. By completing the Hunt, you proved your physical worthiness to the Chapter, or so you had learned. The last portion of your Initiate training was mental, tactical, strategic. It was not enough to be the Emperor's blunt instrument, Karlat had repeated to you – He expects an economy of action and thought as well. The Emperor is best served when the enemies of Man are eradicated as swiftly and efficiently as possible, because there are always more waiting for your attention.

>cont

>>357288

ou had kept up with your physical training, of course, but now a substantial portion of your days was spent learning the tactics and means by which a squad of Space Marines could attain victory on and off the battlefield. You studied the Codex Astartes into the late hours of the night, and spent your mornings in weapons and squad drills with your fellow Initiates. Fraq, Rab, and yourself now often joined together with two slightly older Initiate-Brothers of the Horned Lions, together forming a kind of Initiate squad. One was named Larke, who despite his near-silence, would burst into action at the drop of a hat. You had learned to respect his skills as a melee combatant, although he tended to fall into traps easily on the battlefield. The other was named Ultai, and much like Apothecary Fatho or Fraq, had very dark skin. Ultai was a natural commander – his orders were always confident, and to your frustration, usually correct as well. He considered himself squad leader of your group of Initiate-Brothers, and you had to swallow your pride as he ordered you around the training environments. Still, you have learned a large amount from his guidance, his smug demeanor notwithstanding.

>Finial has been training hard in a variety of squad combat situations, roll me a 2d10, best of three for his WS and BS increases
>Finial has also gained some basic Astartes skills from his training: Common Lore (War), Drive Vehicle, Ciphers (Horned Lions Basic Ciphers), Concealment, Tactics (Recon and Stealth), Tracking. These have been added to his character sheet.

Rolled 1, 5 = 6 (2d10)

>>357290

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In the end, you decide to browse the market stalls and their more valuable wares. Whatever it is that draws men into the heavily trafficked tent can surely wait until after you've had the opportunity to look around, and buy the monster in your cloak a few well deserved snacks. It's been too long since you've really interacted with Ricky on any significant level.

However, you face a few significant challenges in getting from the expanse of worn cobbles cutting through the Bhataki camp to the densely packed collections of wood and fabric which surrounds the wagon. Most significant among these challenges is how you could possibly get Zahak through the narrow alleys formed by tents and stalls. He could probably just trample his way through, though that carries the risk of causing serious injury to whatever unfortunate souls happens to be inside the ruined structures at the time.

One alternative is to just have Zahak take flight, and circle the area until such a time as you finish shopping. However, that seems rather unfair to Zahak. He'd probably like a goat just as much as Ricky, and he's been well behaved lately. Chryssa might also be able to somehow clear a path, but knowing Chryssa she would be neither subtle nor gentle in clearing away the tents which stand between your party and the market.

You've been staring at the wagon for quite some time when an idea finally occurs to you. It's enormous, and more importantly it's well built. A solid wooden frame built up around dozens of supports, the leather covering its roof thick and well maintained. Each wagon is built such that the entire tribe could fit inside it should the need arise, and intended as an easily fortified structure in the event of attack by bandits or beast of any sort.

So you'll just have Zahak land on the roof. What could go wrong?

It doesn't take long for you to communicate your plan to your son. He'll take flight, and circle the camp so that he can approach from the wagon's front. He'll need to be careful in landing, because if he misses his mark he could very well tear through the leather covering and crash into the hall below. You're relatively certain that would constitute some sort of insult to the chieftain. If all goes well, and he lands on the small tower at the very peak of the structure, they shouldn't have to worry about Zahak feeling at all excluded. Plus, there's a doorway there which would allow you to feed him his goat.

(1/4)

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The only issue with your plan, that you're able to discern, is that some among the Bhataki might be upset by the fact that a dragon has just landed on the roof of what is essentially their only permanent 'home'. The tents and stalls are impermanent structures erected only when the tribe stops for some extended period of time. The wagon serves as the center around which their entire community is organized.

Plus, you don't think the news that there's a dragon in their midst has quite filtered into the interior of the camp quite yet. Those nearest you are certainly aware, a significant crowd has formed at the sides of the road over the last few minutes. There are probably fifty people or more either openly gawking at you or peeking out from behind tent flaps. Nobody seems openly hostile, you assume that someone from the temple was sent to inform them you'd have a dragon with you, but that may change if they think Zahak poses some danger to their chief. Hopefully you can explain it all away before anyone gets hurt.

With one mighty leap, Zahak takes to the air and quickly gains altitude. The sight of your son taking flight draws gasps and screams from the onlookers, but you pay them no mind. Instead you reach out through the brooches to your companions, belatedly realizing you haven't filled them in on your plan. {Zahak is going to circle the camp a few times while we do our shopping, then land atop the wagon once we've finished up in the market.}

Darzi is the only one to voice protest. {I don't know if that's a good idea, Mikhael. Bhataki tend to be rather protective of the Vegana. I mean, how would you feel if a dragon came and landed on the roof of your estate?}

{Well, assuming it wasn't Zahak I'd probably be mildly confused and curious to find out its intentions.} You respond, already beginning to pick your way through the crowded collection of tents. The crowd parts to allow you and yours to pass unmolested, a group of younger woman casting a curious gesture in your direction. Their middle and ring fingers are pinched with the tips of their thumbs, while the little and index finger extend straight upwards, like horns. {Admittedly, I'm probably not the best person to ask that question of. I tend to be a bit more comfortable around dragons than most.}

You see more people making that strange hand gesture as you, with many variations. Some use both hands, others touch the tips of their three pinched fingers to their chest or forehead. One man runs through an elaborate series of gestures, his fingers contorting in ways which to you just seem painful before finally ending with the horned hand. Are they making fun of you? You're not sure if you should be offended, or honored, or how to feel really. Then you recall that Darzi lived with these people for most of her life. {What is that gesture they keep making at us?}
(2/4)

Jungle literally never

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Map of the land.

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Your many, lovely abilities.

>>356494
>(a) Accept the offer.

We can also abandon the bun-thug on the road.

>>365508
Broken Fang Clan
Male
Great Craftsman
Scout for resources

>>365508
Chadwick Gaspard former world heavyweight champion wrestler and his band of misfit students that may or may not include bandits, outcasts, and your typical assortment of buggerers

Alright, so I'm actually going to go with >>365519
But let it be known, some of the concepts of >>365528 will be used.