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>>291624

"Where are we going?!" her voice sounds faint against the rain, and your helmet doesn't help much either.

"HQ!" you respond, then almost yell. "HQ!"


Both of you finally make it. You don't try to open the main door with your heel this time. You walk across the aisle dripping wet from everywhere along with Preah, and find Bobo, Marcos, and Carlos still in the same position as before, naked except for their boxers, their backs rest on the couch, as their legs spread wide towards the ceiling, forming two "X's" as they intertwine.
All of them turn to look at you at the same time.

"Bobo, give me your helmet." Your voice sounds metallic, and heavy under yours.

"Fuck-you!" His words resonate against the walls.

"Come on asshole, just evolve for ten fucking seconds. Tell me where is it."

Bobo looks at you and sits on the couch, over his heels; the other two mimick him. His eyes widen, his mouth frowns into a small circle, and he lets his arms cling as he raises his elbows; then he does one single, blunt ape sound... OH, FOR FUCKS SAKE. Breathing fast, he looks at the black man by his side, and slaps his face with a slow, open palm, throwing him out of the couch; he squirms on the floor, doing ape sounds as well. Soon, they all are jumping everywhere, screaming like fucking apes, as Carlos pushes the tip of a banana unto your helmet, and you don't even try to move aside. You spot it, and just walk to Bobo's green helmet as they start wrestling while they scream. You lift it, and you jump as you leave because someone bited your ass cheek, drawing a faint, shrill screech from your mouth.
You just keep walking in silence, as Preah stares with her mouth open, and a banana lands in her forehead.

You find the Cross Boss in the next room, reading a magazine about ants, still with her white, cross-shaped helmet on. Then you clear your throat.

"I'm here. What do you want?"

She faces you, then pauses. Then she clears her throat as well.

"In private." She says, firmly.

You nod at her, and then glance at Preah; she nods at you. You enter the room, and close the door behind you.

"God fuck, I'm glad you picked up." you say to the Cross Boss.

"What's going on?"

"You can piece it togueter on your own."

"You want to ask me something, but you don't want the Arma to know." She pauses, again. "Is it a strap-on?"

"It's one of those things you fuckers have in your foreheads." you say, tempted to take off the helmet.

She pauses again. Every time she pauses, it's like she want's to point out she's making an expression. It's hard as fuck to read, altough. "Negro," she starts, then closes by as she stands, "where the fuck would you expect me to find that thing?"

"Do I look like an Arma?"

"You look like a brain-dead retard on steroids right now, but that's not the point." She points out, politely. "That shit is made from the same things we are. I can't just make that shit out of
steel railing and duct-tape."

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"You pull it out, you get on of those favors." You swallow, silently; it's pointless to hide it, but so is pride. "A BIG FAVOR. You don't, fuck you and enjoy your ants."

"I'd raise an eyebrow at you if I could take this crap out of my head. Cause, you are talking BIG, nigger. We aren't fucking around here."

"I don’t fuck around. I don’t even fuck.”

She pauses at you; maybe she's wondering wheter why this is worth it for you, or if you went bat-shit insane. Man, last time she had you fuck a dude! On a helicopter! Then, the Cross Boss goes back to sitting, clearing her throat again, perhaps to make a point.

"I'd do my best, then." she grabs her magazine. "What do you want it to say?"

>Write in!
>"I had an idea already."

>>304583
>"I had an idea already."
For the record i don't

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Ittin has variety of stats, including his alignment in the Flight vs Master Plan, his hotheadedness and his bigness. The only items Ittin has are his trusty CIA pistol and his badge.

>pick up the phone

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>>304647
You pick up the phone

Ittin, I'm CIA, (he always felt the need to declare he was CIA) I want to file a flight plan. It will be me, my men, a Dr. Pavel, and only ONE mercenary. I have reason to believe he works for Bane. I need you to find out more about this Bane guy. Also, don't forget that amazing move I taught you earlier, it'll put you in charge of any situation.

+ability: POWER STANCE
+Flight Plan alignment

You need to find out more about this Bane guy, what to do next...
>Go talk to Agent C
>Go talk to CIA's waifu, Anna
>Go outside to get some serious business done
>Mess around the office
>Write in

Also we still don't know what Ittin looks like

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>>306420
Nation: The First Emperor
Color: Red
Everyone knew the empire was dying from the highest of lords to the lowest of slave scum. The Imperial line has grown weak and tainted through inbreeding and had gifted the empire with incompetence and corruption. As a desperate measure the Archmage of the Empire launched a desperate plot to stop the fall of the Empire. Using dark magics and the sacrifice of the last of the inbred imperial line to rip the soul of the First Emperor back for the realm beyond and bind it to a suit of armour so he could once again lead them to glory. The ritual worked perfectly bringing back the First Emperor in new iron-clad form, however this being of iron, blood and magic was not quite the same as the long dead man who had founded the Empire. This creature was utterly detached with once made it human with honor and emotion being replaced by cold calculating cruelty.

The First Emperor has reforged the central districts of the Empire into a war-machine with weakness and empathy holding no place in his new world. There are two options when it comes to the First Emperor, servitude or death.

>>306420
Invader

The Lakesiders are a nation of farmers and fishermen. There is little centralised government and even an element of libertarian paranoia, with towns often constructing defensive foritifications such as trenches. The Lakesiders have a rich culinary culture, making use of their farmland and fishing waters to produce food, alcohol, pickles and biscuits. The Kingdom of the Lakesiders is currently 'ruled' by a young king who wants to rule as a just king but lacks experience. The Lakemen have recently started investigating mining the mountains to their east, but are at an early stage of development in this area and have a mediocre knowledge of the geography of the mountains.

>>306449
Defenses: 1 [x2]
Troops: 1 [x2]
Resources: 3[+1/T]
Food: 2[+1/T]
Technology: Imperial Administration II Construction I Necromancy I
Bonuses
Imperator Primus - The First Emperor was a consummate military genius when he forged the Empire from blood and bone. You receive a +3 bonus to tactics rolls.
Deathlord - The Emperor can be fielded on the battlefield as a x5 unit free of upkeep, but he can be killed if used in this way.
Dark Legacy - The Resurrection of the First Emperor has been opposed by many provincial governors and clerics. You will suffer from internal enemies that oppose your dark rule.

>>306577
Are you an invader or a province?

>>303767
>Military

>>303767
>>SCIENTIFIC

>>303767
>Political

>>303059
>B) Head into the next room wearing PJ’s

>>303059
>A) Look for school clothes and get dressed

>>303059
>A) Look for school clothes and get dressed

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You're alive! You survived you first northern storm and made it into port. Now to check what the storm's done to your sailraft and its cargo.

You drag the sailraft away from the churning water of the water as the wind blows, blows, blows, BLOWS, pummeling and pushing at you and trying to snatch the raft from your hands as you struggle to hang on.

Once the raft has been dragged out of the wind, you examine it carefully.

- Sail: Torn. Fixable with thread or string. Will need fixing before you set sail again.
- Base: The ropes have badly frayed in 1 place and lightly frayed in 5 other places.
- Hut: Intact
- Cargo: 1 barrel of honey punctured and patched with clothing. Drinking water punctured and also patched with piece of clothing. Drinking water low.

>>302170
What should we be? Chinese?

The town is made up of light pine-wood houses, surrounded by the conifer forest that has been ever-present along your journey north up this coast. You've dragged your sailraft up a beach of light grey pebbles and into a gravel street; the water is still agitating violently and the wind is blowing strongly.

(Sensible write-in is always an option in this quest.)

>Head into the town
>Look for someone in the immediate area
>Drag the raft further into town

>>312207
Barry Ferguson. Store Clerk at the local JihadiMart

>>312230
Greetings, Barry Ferguson.

You have gained (1) stat point.

Spend it or save it.

>STR 1
>AGL 1
>CHA 1

>>312240
I shall use it for Charisma. People wont buy from people who can't even handle a glance.

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Setting Notes: The Church of the Stewards of Jesus Christ and the Illuminated Buddha

The Church of the Stewards is a new sect of Syncretic Christianity that refers to itself as Third Testament Christianity. The holy scripture contains three main books; the Old, New and Third Testaments. The Third Testament tells of the truths revealed to Bodhisattvas throughout human history and explains how they, like Jesus Christ, and the rest of Humanity, are the Children of God. What makes the Bodhisattvas unique is Enlightenment, a Spiritual connection to Nature and God that transcends Knowledge, and even Faith. Bodhisattvas, in their Enlightenment, are able to perceive beyond Reality, the Body of God and into Samsara, the Mind of God. At this point the Enlightened ascends, escaping the wheel of Reincarnation, and becomes a Deity themselves, subservient only to the Supreme God, Jehovah.

Notable Bodhisattvas in the Steward Tradition are the Buddha, Zoroaster, Enoch, Abraham (and the other Abrahamic Patriarchs), King Solomon, Elijah, Moses, Jesus, The Virgin Mary, Muhammad, Rumi, Joan of Arc and Haile Selassie among many, many others.

Stewardship holds that there is a spiritual hierarchy emanating from Jehovah with Bodhisattvas ruling directly under him. The Bodhisattvas (and Jesus Christ, the King of the Buddhas) in turn rule over Angels, who do their bidding as well as that of the Supreme God. Lower than the Angels, but beholden to no one, are the Kami. The Kami are “Gods” of Nature, who bless and curse as they please. Though the Kami are to be venerated, they are not to be “worshiped,” for they are fickle creatures. Kami are generally thought to be the Gods of Old (Odin, Thor, Zeus, Osiris, Izanami and Izanagi etc.) before the truth of Jehovah was revealed to Abraham and the Old Covenant signed.

The exact tenets of the Stewards are up to individual congregations (Stewardship draws its overarching structure from Congregationalism), though most agree on everything listed above. The Ten Commandments and Mosaic Law are generally seen as guidelines, with more importance placed on community consensus than strict hierarchy. For instance, Divorce is permitted by most Congregations, especially in the case of abuse. Since Stewards believe the Soul enters the body at the moment of birth, Abortion is frequently also permitted. Homosexuality tends to accepted as well. However, the key Unifying Tenet of Stewardship is that other systems of belief are “Unhealthy.” Since these false faiths frequently do not accept the teachings of even a few of the Bodhisattvas, they are necessarily diseased. Stewards therefore take it upon themselves to act as the Spiritual “Stewards” of Humanity, saving others from their narrow-minded and false beliefs. So far this takes the form of proselytizing, of which Stewards have proven to be very effective, but who knows how this may change in the future.

>>305258
Send a spy ship next to the colony. Also change our political system to have a consul for the military affairs and another leader in charge of domestic issues, Both are elected for 4 years periods

>>305258
Can we develop some form of technology to evade their sensors so we can have basic information on our neighbours? Doesn't need to be completely stealth, just minimal presence on their radar.

Right now you're in front of Wartun Tower trying to decide what rituals you will perform before going in:

>Bind Fallen Foes - Allows you bind the spirit of an enemy you have killed onto an object for a time.
Needs 'essence of enemy'
Needs 2 gold coins
Needs runes to be drawn
Repeating releases former spirit
Spirit is bound until the next full moon (30 days) or object is broken, or the ritual is performed again
>Bind Lesser Elemental - Allows you to bind a summoned lesser elemental onto an object for 5+Wis hours
Incantation:
I choose to bind/ This Elemental/I hope they find/ It rather gentle/Help me grind/ Don't be judgmental.
>Summon Common Elemental
Needs a simple dance (disco hip thrusts)
Incantation (poem): Common Elemental/I call on you/Aid me in battle/What I order, do/Be my protector/And companion too
>Contract Common Spirit
Incantation
Needs 2 gold coins
Needs a trivial dance
>Summon Greater Elemental
Complex Runic diagrams
Simple Incantation
Time Limit: 1 hour
Requires item (uncommon)
>Contract Greater Elemental
Simple dance
Extremely complex incantation
Needs 1 pint of human blood
Simple runes drawn with human blood
Time limit: 30 minutes
>Bind Uncommon Spirit
Needs token of spirit (common)
Needs true name of spirit
Difficult incantation
Complex runes on object to be bound
Needs 5 minutes of deep meditation
Time limit: till next solar eclipse (~1 year)
1 spirit per object

>>302355
yay first love this quest

>>302374
>Summon common flame elemental
We'll summon something more powerful if it is needed.

Here

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Here is Svard II's herosheet, after all items transferred from Kazgrub.

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Here's the current (unexplored) map: Sanctuary Citadel!

The feedback seemed to be split between:
>People who were pretty happy with difficulty, although acknowledged that Svard II has been really lucky with rolls.
>People who wanted it to get a little harder.

The most common concern was the exponential increase in power with subsequent generations, so this has been addressed. Heroes will likely be a little more likely to succeed than their parent, but they're not going to cruise through things that wrecked the previous generation. One example of how this will be achieved:

There will be a limit on how many items can be sent back to Angorvil per Sanctuary!

>>302052
>"Who are you? Where do you come from?"

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You force yourself to think about what you know of the Fey. They are users of Glamour and have unspoken and unbreakable rules, but other than that and their names you are at a loss. You step back a little to reacess your situation. You are wearing nothing but a shirt, holding your Black Glass dagger and almost out of breath [3/11]. You don't have your focus, having been caught unguarded. On the floor the priest Jarred's dead body has fallen on top of an acolyte, pinning her to the floor. His head is nowhere to be seen. You recognize the acolyte as the girl that was aiding the physician earlier that day. She seems completely paralyzed with fear.

Inside your pockets- you left your pockets upstairs. With your boots, breeches, tabard and even the rest of your underwear! You are lucky this shirt goes to your thighs or you would be flashing the Vanir your privates right about now.

Up above, outside, a blue and strange moon cast a radiant light on the quickly freezing stone floor of the hall of gods. It seems to be smirking at your predicament.

Impatient, the Vanir bellows at you again. "Surrender or prepare yourself, you filthy Kith."

Well. What will you do?

>Fight it with magic. Try to muster your hexery, hurl manafire at it, try to make it bleed so you can use your black magic.
>Fight it with atitude and harsh words. Flash the fey your underparts and give it the finger.
>Fight it with cowardice. Run upstairs and grab your stuff. You are not going to die semi-naked.
>Fight it with faith. The gods might not see you, but they see their altars and halls and they will be might pissed at some wild feyling imposing on their domain.
>Flee. Leave everything behind and bolt out of the backdoor.
>Surrender. You can't fight a fully armed soldier, much less one versed in ethereal arts.
>Write in.

>>302102
Will take that too.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>302117
Faith
what dice are we using? d20?

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>>301094
“I have just the cure for talkers. Full Company parade at first light tomorrow, no wait. Earlier than that, we can do it by torchlight until the sun comes out. You can do all that talking you did just then again and more. I’m sure everyone will be happy to get up nice and early to hear you.” The Captain’s smile reminds you of a wingshark. Which probably makes you the unsuspecting sea cow. “Perhaps a run afterwards?”

“The fault is mine, Captain.” You resist the urge to sink to your knees. For now. “I implore you, punish me not them.”

You can only imagine how that would go down with your peers. What have you done wrong? Nothing! A brisk jog in the chilly Sarsburg morning around the city walls is good for your health, that’s all! Make sure to wave to CPL Prince as we pass him by, it was his idea after all.

“You underestimate yourself, Corporal.” The Captain’s smile nearly reaches her piercing blue eyes. “You’re more popular than you imagine, both with the men and our employer.”

“I am?” This was news.

“You are.” ‘Cutthroat’ Kiranova settles back down, your imminent destruction seemingly forgotten for the moment. “70 brothers and sisters, all the way from the 4th Infantry to the 8th Kreigstrom, all owe you their lives. And the Necromancer? He expected it to take days to crack the wards guarding the Palace, with nothing and no one left of it. Instead you delivered it to him whole, and with half the Imperial family in tow to boot.”

“Oh aye?” To be perfectly honest you preferred your employer’s ignorance of your existence to his gratitude. Positive attention is still attention, after all.

“Indeed.” The Captain frowns for a moment. “He granted your request concerning the prisoners almost immediately, with a few exceptions.”

-------------------------------------------------

> “A few exceptions?” There’s always something. [Elite]

> “What did he say about the dragon?” Time to address the fire-breathing elephant in the room. [Courage]

> “You think he knew what Syka had planned then?” Vermillio certainly didn’t. [Clever]

> “So… no punishment?” Seize the moment! [Experience]

>>301100
> “A few exceptions?” There’s always something. [Elite]
Saint lewding when?

>>301100
>> “A few exceptions?” There’s always something. [Elite]
> “So… no punishment?” Seize the moment! [Experience]

back to bed newt

Rolled 58 (1d100)

Put on some fuzzy slippers and get a coffee.

>>300476
2nded

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>>296874
>Go ahead and listen, but be cautious of any strange mood changes.

>>296948
>Hear what she has to say, but be ready to pounce on d̶a̶t̶ ̶p̶u̶s̶s̶y̶ her if she makes a move or you start feeling horny.

You agree to listen to her next statements while making a mental note to be vigilant of any suspicious change in personal disposition.

>"I betcha wonderin' why I know your real name huh? Well, this paper right here says so, along with other information."

You're confused, curious yet shocked. You ask why that paper should know so much about me.

>"'Cuz this sheet's holding your -real- story...and mine."

You tell her to get to the point.

>"You ever see that we have the same-enough hairstyle? What I'm sayin' is that you're my sister."

Canopus bursts out laughing, what's her problem? You assume she read a funny passage in that book of hers but apparently she finds this whole revelation incredibly trite and silly. Sure, you are somewhat skeptical about the district head's claim but that laughter is incredibly rude. Mu Cephei smacks the bibliophile while the rest of you glares at her. She quiets down, hiding half her face behind her book.

>"Thanks for piping down that stuck-up ditz over there. Anyway, I know that's a lot to take in, you might not even believe me, but you're welcome to jaunt over to my side so I can show you more. I just want to make up for some lost family time, nuthin' wrong with that."

(2/4)

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>>297924
>Look over the files she has

You accept Nicotine's offer and take off your hat. The two of you squat on the floor and peer into the folder containing visibly-old files. From what you can gather from the first glance, there seems to be a list of profiles and one of which might be yours. Your companions couldn't help but huddle over your shoulders, but she doesn't mind the spectators.

>"The past, how much do you remember? I bet your earliest memories are shot, huh? That's cool, I think I'm the only one here who knows enough. Gather 'round, Nico...tine's got a story to share."

Before she continues, you ask if she has a real name. She says that she would rather let the papers answer for her.

>"Okay, so back in the day, 'designer babies' were the latest trend with the advent of gene modding. It was also pretty heated because of ethics but for the most part the average Joes were pretty chill with it. Before you ask, that's a yes but our situation is a whole lot more stickier than that. From what I know, there was this -really- grody company who planned to cater to the weird ones. After a long time at R&D, they managed to 'birth' a handful of initial prototypes. Obviously, we're part of that handful. Why else do we have these 'gear sticks'? Supposedly we can do a lot of weird metabolic shit just because, but I'll save that for the bedroom. Anyway, all of the prototypes were 'born' as young girls already because no one wanted to deal with weird babies. We each had individual problems but the eggheads thought they were part of the charm. The company didn't get that far though, someone might've leaked their little project and the whole project was shut down. The prototypes had their memories wiped and scattered all over...except for me. I just ran away, nothing else."

Nicotine hands you the folder and lets you browse the individual profiles yourself.

>"I only gathered five peeps though, sorry about that. There should be more but these were all I can get."

(3/4)

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>>300415
[MONTANA GRAYSON]
>Slight error in chromosome manipulation resulted in a minor increase of masculine traits
>Subject's appearance is described as "very androgynous" with a "tomboyish" personality
>No other aberrations, subject perfectly meets specifications
>Gene template successfully archived
>Staff members report confusion and doubt in regards to their sexuality

[ESTELLA BENNETT]
>Subject is developed as a stress test
>Improvements include a heightened immune system, faster recovery from injuries, tougher musculature and skeleton
>Drawback appears to be unusual aesthetic coloration, considered to be an acceptable sacrifice
>Gene template currently under modification for sales to armed forces

[NICOLA TINDELL]
>Subject can voluntarily emit pheromones at an abnormal rate
>Pheromones have increase effectiveness with mild hypnotic and aphrodisiac properties
>Pheromones can attract members of either sex
>Gene template withheld, currently pending safety evaluations

[WISTERIA PALMER]
>Hyperactive endocrine system
>Fluctuations in estrogen and testosterone levels result in the subject experiencing frequent bouts of forgetfulness, indecision and mood swings
>Insecurities considered to be endearing and may inspire client's protective instincts
>Gene template successfully archived, future iterations will have refined personalities

[???????]
(All information seems to be censored except for the portrait)

----

You've read, seen and watched your fair share of sexual fantasies but this is just surreal. You hand the folder back to Nicotine and sit on the floor, contemplating. You're at least thankful for whoever picked you up rather than let you end up in the squatters of South America or something.

>"If you need a drink then just say the word, this one's on the house."

(4/4)

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse

>>301942
The old Arkadian empire is in dissarray, with the child emperor killed and noble families battling over the capital, the empire is in a full collapse. Chaos has engulfed the land and local leaders are seizing power for themselves....

You(the players) are the guiding council of a fledgling settlement after the fall of the Arkadian empire, You settlement rests off the coast in the eastern highlands. It is up to you whether to attempt to reclaim the Imperial throne or have our people forge our own path into the future.
The first vote is to determine what kind of settlement it was before the fall

A. Fortified March- Being so close to the frontier this town was settled by veterans of the imperial wars, when Angevar III gave land grants to soldiers in exchange for long service. Due to our large amount of access to good land, our town has excellent horsebreeding facilities and stables, supplying horses to the imperial army and many prominent noblemen.
Our town starts off with a medium wall, strong militia, balanced economy and a large farming community with good access to the imperial highway system.
Stats:
Military: Medium
Industry: Medium
Trade: Medium
Magic: None
Special- Most flexible, start with bonus food and population, a strong garrison and a large supply of horses.

B. Trade port- Access to sea lanes and the imperial highway system made us a center of trade in the eastern empire. We have shipbuilding facilities and a well developed trade port.
We also have a low wall and a well equipped but poorly diciplined militia.
Stats:
Military: Weak
Industry: Medium
Trade: Strong
Magic: None
Special- start with Caravan and trade ships that can go out for trade, gives excellent information gathering and wealth accumulation, a guild is based in your town, specializing in a craft of your choice.

C. Military Headquarters- Access to the highway and being a major settlement in the east, it was designated by Emperor Charles IV 200 years ago as the Shield of the eastern frontier. The fort has a large military forge and training ground, in addition to a large workshop, capable of constructing wagons, siege weapons and other things.
We have high, strong walls and a large military garrison. We also have 3 resident battlemages from the Imperial college of Karelia.
Stats:
Military: Strong
Industry: Weak
Trade: Weak
Magic: Weak
Special: Starts with a significantly larger army and military fleet than your neighbors, you are well fortified as well

>>301949
>C. Military Headquarters

>>301973
changed to A