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GET IN HERE!
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The Eastmount: Named for its geographical location east of mountains, it boasts lush jungles filled with horrible monsters, plains regions filled with the tribal and violent fhey, bands of Avicated bandits murdering people horribly and loose settlements called Freeholds which function as small principalities filled with scheming murderous assholes.

People wouldn't even bother with the region at all, except for the great city of Merkantus! Located in the aptly named Trader's Bay, the city is massive by medieval standards. Over a million people reside there, and its massive walls, constantly vigilant guardsmen and wealthy populace all gather there for one reason: The Magic Trade. Details to outsiders are extremely sparse, but it is the only known area in the whole world where one can get tattooed with the special magical symbols. These function as spells, and disappear from the body as soon as they're used, so the need is to always return. But who is giving the tattoos, and what are they asking for in return? You want some of that power....and here you are!

Well, soon enough anyway. It's a great day, and the caravan trundles along at a good place. You're excited. In your early adulthood, you've been wanting to make it to Merkantus since you were a little __________.

>What are you? A boy? A girl? First 3 posts nail it.
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Hej, is a futab- boy.
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>>312060
Boy.

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Previous thread >>>286839

Thread archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=A+Safe+Haven
Pastebin of Character combat information: http://pastebin.com/v6wsp2mx

Looking for a journey through a strange land filled with monster girls and magic? Well, you came to the right place! This quest has an emphasis on world building, character-driven narrative and recently combat.

You are a young still mistakenly masculine girl taken to the strange land of the Astral Plane. Here you must survive trials of survival and become something more. Last time you escaped from a vampire’s castle with your friends and began your journey. You met Victoria, a girl with an attitude and aptitude for throwing things through others. Also, a generally passive Basilisk named Akitani who seems to share reciprocal feelings with yourself and joined the group. You managed to topple the oppressive leader of the Scorpion folk in the desert and are currently making your way to an ancient human village by traveling through the Felwood forest. During your travels, you were ambushed by Arachne that seems intent on eating you and your friends.

Write-in responses are allowed in virtually all situations besides definitive yes/no situations.
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Tell her in private? And risk the death of you and your friends? No. You break free from your captor's web thanks to your sword. In fact, it seems your surge of strength had occurred to the rest of your party as well, as only Anna was still hopelessly trapped in the webbing. “My, what strength! You would prove most delectable indeed!” They are charging. You can see four in total including her. You are all generally feeling a little bogged down by the webbing still lingering on you but you’ll have to fight.

>Fight offensively
>Fight defensively
>Come up with the battle plan to deal with these Arachne, refer to Pastebin for needed information
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Well, you're up early, OP.
Fight offensively.
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>>310378
Overall
Stay a little more defensive. Not dying good.

MC
Cut Anna free. After Anna is free, focus on one target with Anna.

Anna
Try to get free. When free, focus on one target with MC

Yuki
Defend Anna and MC while MC is cutting Anna free. After Anna is free fight a target with Victoria.

Victoria
Throw Spear through a Arachne. After that assist Yuki in fighting a target.

Akitani
Petrify the Final target that doesn't have a spear through them or isn't currently being engaged.

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"Romantic dinner with the lewd bug!" Edition

The Tales of Jack Chitin is a fantasy adventure with a good amount of gallows humor. The quest includes custom art and an emphasis on lore and world building.

Chapter summary pictures
Want to catch up with the story, but don't like reading a lot of dialogue? The chapter summaries contain key scenes with a short description.
WARNING: Plot spoilers though
Chapter 1
http://i.imgur.com/btRzlXF.png
Chapter 2
http://i.imgur.com/vbOQU7z.png
Chapter 3
http://i.imgur.com/M0hktqM.png
Chapter 4
Still ongoing!

Archive
Want the full experience? Find all the posts so far here in chronological order:
http://grubadventures.tumblr.com/chapterlist

Twitter
https://twitter.com/grubadventures

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Sit back, relax, the adventure continues momentarily!
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Sorry for the delay guys, had an emergency to take care of. Posting the next scene soon, I PROMISE!
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>>310168
PRAISE THE CHUB!
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>>310176
Woah woah, an emergency? why tf are you apologizing for being late if someone was in danger? I know you're a pretty dedicated QM by now but damn son.

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Archive: http://darksquid.org/titmouse/
Twitter: brianraddatz
Chat: http://darksquid.org/chat

My days off this week are different: Thursday and Saturday. (Also yesterday.)
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>>310045
Watch this intently.
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>>310045
Bad splat! Bop his nose.
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>>310045
Freeze in fear.

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=Thread 17=

You are Delilah, a young girl with a strange affliction suffering in a world that does not care. A runaway living on the streets, you go through several hardships and struggles in an attempts to find peace and happiness for yourself. The world is not simply black and white, nor are the people living in it.

Can you push through all the misery that surrounds you, or will you fall to this gray world?

=Links and Information=

Story Thus Far (Raw and a mess, will work on cleaned up versions.):

http://pastebin.com/WnGZwK04 (embed) Part 1
http://pastebin.com/eGfGW8jV (embed) Part 2 (Part two seems to be somewhat messed up in addition to not being caught up. I will attempt to fix, but archives seem to be your better option for catch up)

Archives:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=aCowboyNamedSue

Quick Glance (SPOILERS) The quick Who is Who and what Delilah has. Mostly accurate.:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wXNWJdAKuqw-btrHDbvSkN5Gj3QhdY28XNKRUXMLHu0/edit#heading=h.8xfgre7nxqty

Twitter; @Cowboy_Sue
Discord; https://discord.gg/0107qV9kiFDlUH9nY
Chat room with me and other players. I answer questions, post sketches, and act cheeky.

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You glance over to the boy in front of you, sleeping away as if this isn't happening. You feel mad, terribly upset...you want to give Lawrence the cold shoulder and just stew in your bad mood for a while. The rest of you feels like crying though, and that's the part that drives you to talk.

"Yeah..." You don't want to disturb the little boy too much, but you're also trying to keep your emotions from all tumbling out, trying to keep yourself calm so he can't see how bad you feel.

A silence follows your answer, and as your back is still towards him you are unable to see what Lawrence might be doing.


"Why...would you do that...?" You don't want to say the word now, it feels...tarnished. The thought of what he was doing in the hallway leaves a bitter taste to your mouth, and you can't help but feel...betrayed?

"I t-...I trusted you..." You can't help the break in your voice as you say this part, despite trying so desperately to remain calm.

You shouldn't be as upset as you are right now, there are more important things to be worrying about. Yet there is a painful tightness in your chest, and the cold metal of the ring on your skin feels like it's burning.

How pathetic...getting upset over a...a kiss, while you're on the run from your rapist.

That thought doesn't stop it from hurting you any less.

"I didn't-...wasn't the...one who...wanted to...do it."

"What do you mean...she was pretty and...and looked like she knew what she was doing. It must have been nice..." A terrible thought comes to mind, and you let it come out to the air.

"Is...did you do that b-because I c-couldn't...w-wouldn't have....have s-se..." You bite your lip hard and whisper the word. "Sex...with you..?


Your stomach twists and turns as the thought of that. He said he was okay with it, that he didn't need sex but...but maybe he was just saying that.

There are plenty of times when you said something was okay, even if it really wasn't.

"I-...I'm sure she wouldn't have freaked out...you could have...have done anything you liked with her..." Your hands tremble as your fingers grip the blanket tighter, your vision blurring once again. "You c-could have done everything that you're s-...supposed to do...stuff that I c-can't do..."

"Delila-"

"And she was beautiful and mature and not all...all broken..." Everything you're not, you think to yourself. "The t-type of girl you d-...deserve to h-have instead and...and not have to play pretend with...it's o-okay...if you like her then it's f-...fi-...fine. I'd understand-"

It makes you feel sick.

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"Delilah. Please...calm down." Your voice must have been louder then you thought, choked full of tears that you want to cry.You lay there motionless, listening to the words Lawrence has to say.

"I didn't...want it. She thought...I was...a customer, and she...had too...much to...drink. I was...scared of...hurting her...if I...pushed her...away too...quick. I didn't...want to...kiss her. I didn't...know she...was going...to do...that. I'm...sorry you...had to...see it. I promise...it wasn't...because I...wanted it. I would..." Lawrence pauses for a bit, both to catch his breath and to consider what it is he's about to say next.

"I would...never do...anything with...another girl."

You don't say anything, and as much as it's painful you think back to the hallway.

Lawrence was up against the wall, eyes open, and his hands nowhere near her body.

You think back to the times you've seen other people kiss, when you've been kissed.

It's...usually the guy leading it in, right? Well....maybe who's doing the leading doesn't really matter...but Lawrence was pushed against the wall. Maybe that means...he couldn't move away? And his eyes were open...it's weird to keep them open, isn't it? Hers were closed, but...Lawrence had his wide open. And...and his hands were kind of funny too. Aren't you usually supposed to touch the person you're kissing? Like...hold them? Lawrence always held you when he kissed you...your shoulders or your cheeks, just some sort of contact. It might have looked like he was trying to keep his touch far from her body.

You bite at your chapped lip thinking over all of this.

Maybe...maybe Lawrence really was forced into it then....maybe she pushed herself on him, thinking she was helping or something? If...if that's the case then you can't...can't really get mad at him for that, can you.

After all, you know what it's liked to be forced into doing something.

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You wipe away at your eyes again, trying to clear your vision. You still feel rather upset, but...maybe more at yourself now? For overreacting before he got the chance to say anything to defend himself? And then you went and...and accused him of just wanting sex again...

You really are terrible.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I believe you..." The words are whispered, trying to remain calm with each syllable that comes out. Maybe you are dumb, just...just really dumb. You continue to keep your back towards Lawrence, but this time out of fear of looking at him. How stupid of you...

Why do you still feel jealous though?

"Please don't...cry."

"I'm not crying, I'm just...just tired." You lie, curling yourself up more. "Y-...you should go to sleep too. I l-...um, y-you know..."

You listen, able to hear that Lawrence doesn't move. Finally, after probably staring at you for the longest time, he lays down on the floor.

Your head hurts...and so does your heart.

You hate yourself.

...

You wake up when the door opens, but you don't rise up or open your eyes. You listen as you hear Faraway whispering to Lawrence, it sounds like there's a woman too. You begin to feel awful again before you realize that whoever it is, she's the mother of the little boy. There's the sound of her gently waking her up, and what sounds like the boy being picked up and carried off instead.

'-must attend errands today. Feel free to stay here till I return tonight, but please lock the door behind you. Kitchen will be unlocked and there's a phone in there if you absolutely need it." Sounds like Faraway is leaving Lawrence some instructions, and soon enough he leaves, the door closing behind. It's just the two of you inside the room now, and soon enough it will just be two of you in the whole building.

You try your best to fall asleep again, your eyes begging to be closed. No matter how much you try your head hurts too much for you to aquire sleep again. You toss and turn about, but no matter which way you face it does nothing to help the pain.

As you continue to lay there, you can hear snoring from the ground below you. There's an otherwise quiet lull in the building, and you suspect that by now everyone else has left. Faraway mentioned the kitchen would be unlocked, and you remember where the shower was from last time. You don't really have anything else for your pain right now, but you know you won't be able to fall asleep again.

What do you want to do?

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The hoverbuggies rush by one after another with their usual high-pitched, whining sounds, leaving streaks of cyan, hot pink or electric green after them. Welcome splashes of color in this otherwise monochrome city scape. Polished blacks and dull greys, with the occasional white light to illuminate the streets people wanted to see. The drizzling rain only adds to the shining metal, coating everything in a damp sheen.

You're sitting by one of the parking lots. The shining blue hard light projection protects you and your hoverbike from the rain, letting you finish your cigarette in peace, skimming over the details of your latest contract one last time, text and images projected from your palm as you skim them over.

Exhale. The smoke rises upwards and meets the hard light roof with a faint crackling sound, the energy coursing above you objecting to the foreign particles.

Abraham Chester. Fifty-six, but he looks about twenty. Dark blue hair, almost black. A cropped beard. Golden eyes. Dipped into politics when he was younger. It didn't work out, so he went ahead and took over the family fortune instead. Dirty business, but that's the norm with the people you meet, clients and targets. Got involved with the mob to further spread his influence and expand, donating large sums to swab away rivals of his chosen business partners. One of the rivals took offense and, well, here you are.

The exhausts at your hips make a low wheezing sound as you stand up. Chester is currently holed up at one of the mob-protected clubs, courtesy of his friends in low places. You throw the remains of your smoke aside and stride forward, the blue of the parking lot's roof replaced by pitch black, then pale white and finally the red lights from the club in question. Red neon blaring the name for everyone to see. "SECOND COMING". Classy.

You let an eager grin slip as the door slides away to let you in. You only give the small, black lens near the entrance a momentary glance. At that moment, the camera catches

> A young man.
> A young woman.
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>> A young woman.
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>A young woman.
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>>309752
>> A young man.
not wanting to be dante come on guys

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"Nope, that's it for now." You tell her. You felt like you need to take this gradually. If you take it too fast, Fujiko might start to relent.

"Oh okay." She nods her head. "Then... I can do that just fine." Fujiko looked and sounded excited at the thought of staying the night over with you. "I'm extremely excited."

Finally arriving back to the rooftop, you are greeted back by Aya. "Hey! Ryu! Fujiko."

"Yo, Aya." Both you and your girlfriend join Aya as the two of you sit down.

Aya tries to greet Fujiko but she seems to have not heard it. "Hey there Fujiko."

"Ah, Ryu, what should we do tonight? Do you think we should watch a movie before we sleep?" Fujiko puts her finger on her chin. "Or should we just cuddle together?"

"We'll talk about it later okay Fujiko?"

"Oh... Okay." She moves even closer to you. It was clear what she was doing. It was clear she was trying to establish to Aya that she is the one you are with. Fujiko didn't look like it, but you could tell she was probably jealous of you spending all night with Aya yesterday, even if it was just on the phone.

Throughout dinner she would keep doing little things to show Aya she was the girlfriend. That she was a level above her. However, you were thankful that this was the most she has done instead of trying to kill her.

[ ] Play along with Fujiko flaunting your relationship in front of your childhood friend. Just apologize to Aya later.

[ ] You knew how Aya felt. Pull Fujiko aside to try and talk to her.

[ ] Write-in
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>[X] You knew how Aya felt. Pull Fujiko aside to try and talk to her.
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[x] You knew how Aya felt. Pull Fujiko aside to try and talk to her.
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[x] You knew how Aya felt. Pull Fujiko aside to try and talk to her.

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This little number here is a new story, revolving around a futuristic world still stuck in a 1920’s mindset. You play the role of Frank Portarelli, a newly minted detective in the Denounce City Police Department, the DCPD. The year is 2437, and the entire surface of earth is a spanning metropolis, the only parts of earth that remain green are small park sectors throughout the planet.

The rules are as follows, I lay out a couple of actions and ya’ll vote on what to do. Shocking, I know.

Ambient mood music for this thread for tonight’s listening pleasure. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0u90QZLjl8
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“Just like any other day, huh?” I mumbled to myself, flipping through the newsfeed. A few incident reports involving synthetic parts, a black market operation shut down in the Garret district…oh this was new, a few out of date sex worker synthetics having critical malfunctions mid-act, severing a few of their client’s packages off in one fell swoop. Ouch.

I look around the bullpen, the collection of desks where the other detectives congregate when not out workin’ a case. I’m pretty fresh to the unit, so I don’t even know their names. Before I can do anything, I feel a cold hand fall on my right shoulder gently.
In response, I…
>remain calm, wait for the individual to speak. I don’t even know who this person is yet…
>grab the hand forcefully and remove it. Nobody touches a Portarelli like that.
>Make a big scene. I ain’t a sap and I am damn sure gonna let this whole unit know it.
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>remain calm, wait for the individual to speak. I don’t even know who this person is yet…
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“Oi, y’ere the new lad, right?” A thick Scottish accent bellows behind me. I turn in my swivel chair and gaze up at the hulking man in front of me. Easily over 6 feet tall, the man has white hair with scattered black bits throughout and a weirdly pornstyle-ish mustache with the same color scheme. His jawline is sharp and defined, enough to make a marble statue envious.
“Yeah, that’s me. Frank Portarelli.” I spit out, still sizing up the beast of a man.
“Good, good. I’m Lieutenant Caylor. I’m ya’ supavisin’ offica.” That accent is thick; this is gonna’ be a bear to understand him.
How do I respond?
>Remain silent, don’t wanna say anythin’ to embarrass myself, right?
>Stand up and offer a handshake. Course, that’s the right thing to do?
>”Rippin’ and rearin’ to go, L.T.! When do we get started?” Gotta get the first leg through the door, right? I’mma make Captain one day.
>”Oi, listen here ya dumb Scot, y’ere gonna have to speak clearly or I swear I’ll kneecap myself.” That forcefull approach outta get the respect I deserve, right?
>Submit your own!
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>Stand up and offer a handshake. Course, that’s the right thing to do?

Really firm.

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You are a yukkuri Marisa. A living disembodied Touhou character head-like pastry with normally little intelligence, an obsession with sweet-sweets and the drive to take it easy. Loved by some humans and hated by others. Yukkuri live in cities and in nature. Some are even aquatic. You live in the forest alone and wake up in your small underground nest ready to spend another day taking it easy. Depending on your actions you will either be able to take it easy or die a horrible death.

>Recap of the story so far
http://pastebin.com/8sudgEZw
>Recap of the characters so far
http://pastebin.com/WEQxUSC9
>Last Thread
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From last thread

>"Ehhhhh? Marisa is in Marisa's easy place."

You seem to spot a big brown bar in your nest along with Patchouli happily eating it.

>"Why is Patchouli eating big munch-munch?"
>"Patchouli needs to eat so the little ones can be born easy!"

You look up and notice something you didn't before. Patchouli had a stalk with several easy little Marisa and Patchouli growing on it unconsciously yuing.

>"Munch, munch, happiness!"

You look to your sides and realize Eirin and Kaguya are beside you eating the big brown bar too.

>"It's a good thing we got you here after you beat Myon!"

Myon? Weren't you in a fight with Youmu? Who's Myon? Wait, Myon is Youmu! Youmu is Myon! But how did you know that? How did Eirin know that?

>"Be born easy little ones, ze!"
>"Yuuu~ Yuuu~"

You took it easy. You'll live happily with your friends and newborn little ones now.

Until you woke up.

>"Marisa were you preggers? Eirin could hear you whisper "Be born easy" in your sleep!"
>"EHHHHHHHHH? It was Mister Dream-YUNYAH!"

You try to hop in shock but just wince in pain from the wounds from Myo-err Youmu. You notice Kaguya slowly waddling up to you with Shinmyoumaru resting on her head inside the bowl. She's clearly scared beyond belief now that you, the fury filled yukkuri from before, woke up from your "nap". With her you notice Patchouli too.

>"Youmu helped Patchouli and Marisa stay safe! Youmu also told Patchouli some history of this forest. Patchouli thinks Marisa should know. Youmu is an easy yukkuri and she only wanted to see how you'd last in a dangerous fight."
>"But Patchouliiiiii..."
>"Mukyuuuuun! Just listen to Patchouli!"

So what're you gonna do. You surely can't do anything physical since you're still REALLY hurt, but how're you gonna respond to Patchouli?

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i feel dead inside but i are not sure
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Go to a doctor.

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This little creature is the first life form on this planet. A single celled organism destined to start a long line of descendants, slowly evolving over thousands of years.

Rules:
Don't double post
Only small, slight changes each evolution
You don't have to evolve the most recent evolution. You can edit previous iterations which creates new branches which lead to entirely different creatures
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Cell concentrates food in certain areas(the bubbles), allowing it to survive periods of drought or damage.
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the food is moved around the outside of the cell but is still connected by a thin membrane. This is to protect the cell from harm
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Pseudopod

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The general summation of what this thread will be can be easily explained by thinking of text based RPGs. A story will be presented, and based on player decision, will be tailored over it's duration.

The genre will be based around medieval fantasy, and for the sake of immersion, exposition will be presented over the course of your characters' quest.

This is a trial just to see if it works out well, if it does I'll probably do this more on a larger scale.

**Only taking one person at the moment**
Be prepared for this to go on for an extended period of time if you decide you want to take part in it, could go on for a while based on your decisions.
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Okie Dokie.
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>A teenage girl from the city, flat-chested and short due to malnutrition, adventuring under the guise of a boy. Is unfamiliar with the majority of things in the countryside, but appreciates the clean air and peacefulness of her natural surroundings.
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Sorry for the delay, some personal issues had come up. Anywho.

However, it was a shame that peacefulness and natural surroundings were two things that generally did not go hand in hand. Sure, being able to call the capital city of the East home was better than most had it, but due to the on going holy war with the west and general danger of the world outside of the gates, stone walls, etc, this little world of yours had it's fair share of problems.

In the ruckus of it all it's easy to forget the basics... come to think of it, they'd slipped your mind at the moment.

What was the capital city of the East called?
What was the name your world commonly went by?
What name did YOU go by?

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A nationbuilding game with hero building elements.

Max Nations : 6
Max Heroes: 8

There are five stones.
Each stone contains a letter.
Each letter is part of a name.
The name unlocks the Missing Kingdom.
And the Missing Kingdom gives you everything.
It's a common tale that every adventurer, king, and child heard, but that's not important.

What's important is to just build.

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>Nation Sheet
(Low-fantasy setting. Medieval. Magic is basically null and can only be accessed by very special occasions. )

(Write the location number you want your nation to be in)
>Leader's Name:
>Leader's Fluff: (Have a sentence or two thats straight to the point what bonuses and skill should your leader be close too.)
>Leader's Skill: C-0, L-0, LB-0,I-0,W-0,Ch-0
>Leader's Bonus: (Do not fill)
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>Nation's Name:
>Nation's Race/Fluff:
>Nation's Color:
>Buildings: (Do not fill anything below this)
>Technology:
>Armies: 2
>Resources:
>Bonus:

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>Hero Sheet
(Low-fantasy setting. Medieval. Magic is basically null and can only be accessed by very special occasions. )

Heroes can start wherever they wish.
They can be "born" in whichever nation.
Have certain jobs- General, Soldier, Researcher- in a nation (need the nation's player approval)
Be a nomad
Etc

>Hero's Name:
>Hero's Race/Fluff:
>Hero's Color:
>Hero's Skill: C-0, L-0, LB-0,I-0,W-0,Ch-0
>Equipment: (Do not fill anything below this)
>Talents:
>Bonus:
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>>313044
>Things to keep mind of

No-Mans Land is filled with monsters and dangerous beings. Not safe for the common folks.
It's a well-established fact that the all 6 rivers seem very unnatural in how that they all end up in the center of the map.
The five stones story is an optional storyline for those who want to seek it. It does not affect that much of game play so please just do whatever you wish to do instead.

>Gameplay Rules
2 Actions per turn. 2d100.

Combat [War]
>Player 1 sends out # of armies to Player 2's nation.
>There will be a waiting period before the army reaches their location.
>Player 2 cannot do any actions to respond to such attack until they are notified in-game via spies, scouts, or rumors.
>Begin combat rolls.
>10d10 for every 1 army.

Combat [Person vs Person]
>Both players can list their tactic before attack. (Aim for legs, try to retreat, focus on defense. Just don't write long complicated stuff)
>Both players roll 3d5.
>Roll values can be changed determining by the event (sneak attack, range attack, multiple enemies)
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Also join the chat for any questions or clarification.

It will be much easier for the GM and player to have a quick method of communication.

https://client02.chat.mibbit.com/?channel=%23Nation&server=irc.mibbit.net
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One last thing,

To Nation players,
>You do not play as the nation.
You play as the leader of a nation.

To all Hero players,
Just because you are hero does not mean you have special rights.
You will die from stupid mistakes or going rambo so goodluck.

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Chicken Quest!
You must get an even number for your move to count! Only one move per picture!
>Your name is Sir Chick-Fill-A
>You need to get to the Country of Kentucky Fried
>You need a bib to act as a pass into the country
>You begin your search for the bib
>What do you do?
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Sir Chick-Fill-A travels to the nearby forest to bear witness to a bunch of men in.... scary ghost costume talking around a burning t. The chicken decides ask one of these men dressed as ghosts.
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>The Mysterious Ghost Man Tells You It Was Being Carried By Their Grand Wizard, Towards A Cabin
>What Do You Do?
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>>311523
Eat a loaf of bread that some asshole kid stuck alka-seltzer in.

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Last time:
>We found a xeno porn magazine in /tg/'s room
>We got /ck/ a herb she wanted
>We saved /cm/ from a cave and he joined our party
>We beat up a drunken /tv/-tan
>We beat up Todd Howard
>We killed a jew that stole /pol/'s money
>We had a party with /pol/, /int/, and /x/
>We did some gay shit with /cm/
>We beat up /out/ and she joined the party
>We gave /wsr/ a sauce she wanted
>We beat up Todd Howard again
>We got a manga /a/ wanted
>We ran away from some mods and camped at an oasis

Pastebin with all of the quest info: http://pastebin.com/s06fhRF1

You wake up in the tent you help set up at the oasis. You can see that /out/ isn't here and is probably out hunting or checking the trap she set up. You climb out of the sleeping bag you were sharing with /cm/, and give him a little shake to get him up. He slowly sits up and gives you a groggy "Good m-m-morning..." as he stifles a yawn. You take out your map and decide that this would be a good time to plot a path though Vidya Desert.

-Vidya Desert-
A dry, giant desert full of tribes of savages. There is constantly war here, as the tribes can not agree on anything. Almost every creature here is hostile, and the heat is intense.

You look at the map, and look at the paths you could take to the temple that the cartridge /vr/ wants is in.

>Head though the nintendofag territory
>Head though the sonyfag territory
>Head though the microsoftfag territory
>Head though the PCfag territory
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>>310990
We're nintendofags, so nintendo
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>>310990
>Head though the PCfag territory
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>>310990
Also this is for a cartridge that /vr/ wants, so it's definitely nintendo

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