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When we last left our heroes, I didn't really want to OP image with this page, but that's just the world that we live in.

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I'm not very good at writing or drawing, so I decided to start a quest (based on the korean webcomic "The Gamer") for practice. This is a continuation of that.

Character Sheet : http://pastebin.com/U4A4eYPH

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>You've got 8 hours to spend this Monday evening before you should go to bed and 20 days of protection from the Abyss

>After not really understanding the benefits of the Guild system over the Party system, you decide to spend some time grinding against goblins in an Instant Dungeon.

>Between Spinning Mana Arrow, flight, and stuffing items into your extra-dimensional inventory, you are massacring these goblins at an unprecedented rate, about a goblin every two seconds. You keep this up for an hour, at which point you hear a loud battlecry. Behind you, a boss monster has spawned, a Goblin Warchief. You examine it to get its stats.

How do you proceed?

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(Rules Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/P3RXYaV2)

READ THE RULES BEFORE ASKING QUESTIONS. OLD MEMBERS READ ASWELL, THEY HAVE BEEN UPDATED SOMEWHAT.

NEXT TURN

In and around the Summerset isles, there is still expansion by the Guards Guild. The people seek far and wide to establish trading colonies. One such colony is established on Valenwood, in hopes of finding the type of wood that has been growing ever popular amongst the Children of Yokuda. Alas, it seems the populace have allready cut down all woods of that type. Nevertheless however, the colony establishes itself successfully. The Khajiit colony on the eastern island that was established years ago, however, is causing a bit of a stir. The colony has entered into a feud with the Alikr, and claims to embargo them. This is obviously not what the Guild wants, and the situation has to be solved until a crisis can arise. (-2t until solved for Guards and Alikr.)

The Naga and Junta are deadlocked in fighting, and have not seen any advancements made on either side for a good while. Some say the soldiers do not wish to fight at all.

In Morrowind, the new city of Ropheric is finally blossoming in its true dwemer-architecture style. It is truly a pearl of the world, one that people travel from far and wide to behold. Altough not constructed for trade OR military purposes, the town draws plenty of tourists, and gives a boost to the local agriculture. (+7t for town). The Protectorate has also sent forces to Solstheim. Solstheim, however, is allready contested by the Children of Yokuda, who seem eager to get the populace on their side. The Skaal do not mind the Protectorates forces too much, as they allready know some of them from fishing and trade on the northern side of Morrowind. The island is split in two, for now, and is the hot topic on everyones mind in Tamriel.

In Cyrodiil, the frontier remains quiet for a while. The Second Empire sends two adventurers out through the land to scour for hidden ruins and treasures. One of them gets caught up with a tavern wench, who ends up slitting his throat and running away with his money. The other adventurer, however, tells of a large hidden cave somewhere near the border with the Jarl of Falkreath. He says the locals tell tales of kings of old who were buried there. He requests some legionnary forces to go with him, as it would be far too much of a dangerous job for himself.

In Valenwood, some minor agricultural expansion is held, but nothing of noteworthy status. What is of noteworthy status, however, is that of the rumors of a juggling bear who is touring around the countryside of the adepts of Valenwood. Some say, that is is just an unusually hairy man.

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The interior of your stormraven is filled with an eerie silence; not a word has been uttered by your battle-brothers since your departure from the watch fortress. While this isn't your first time serving in the Deathwatch, you're determined to make sure this isn't your last.
You have been tasked with boarding an ancient and massive space hulk, known as the "Ultrix Imperator," with the intention of exterminating the foul genestealers that reside in it. However, this is far more than just a simple "kill the xenos" mission. The Inquisition has shown a peculiar interest in an ancient artifact termed as the "Inge Consumptis," which has been reported to be on the space hulk. It bears a rather inconspicuous description: a small human skull, gold on the left and completely black on the right. Why the Inquisiton is interested in it's recovery is unknown, but due to their secretive attitude, you doubt you'll get an explanation any time soon.


Your kill-team has five members including you.

Brother Lo'van of the Salamanders. He has deployed in terminator armor, along with a heavy flamer and a power fist.

Brother Elecarius of the Imperial Fists. He is a devastator marine, and has deployed with a heavy bolter.

Brother Barrattiel of the Ultramarines. He is an apothecary equipped with his narthecium and a plasma pistol.

Brother Alis Irae of the Blood Angels. He is a librarian, and has deployed with a force sword and a bolt pistol. He has multiple psychic abilities. (Listed below)


>Smite - Alis Irae shoots bolts of lethal red lightning from his fingertips that tear apart the enemies in range.


>Shield of Sanguinius - Alis Irae summons a golden barrier around him and his nearby allies that protect them from harm.


>Veil of Time - Alis Irae steps out of the phase of time, and witnesses many nearby futures. With this, Alis Irae is able to predict the behavior of his enemies and change the course of the future.


>The Blood Lance - Alis Irae summons a gore-splattered lance and hurls it into the enemy forces, skewering everything unfortunate enough to be in it's path.


Before we begin, what is your name, your chapter, and your wargear?

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Hey boys my thread yesterday got removed from /int/ so I guess /qst/ is the new place for risk. I made this map myself and in honor of my trip to nyc next month I'll host it today
State your
>name
>color
>starting location
and roll dice+1d10000

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Progressive story thread time.

Rules stated in the picture.

Propose your character and wait for a response from OP until four people have joined.

-Example-
>A demon reeking of sulfur and iron towers above you and your party among the embers and smoke of what had been a town around you no more than moments before, rubble encloses you within close proximity of the beast. What do you do?

>Drakthar the double donged rapist attempts to sodomize the demon

So on and so forth

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Hey fuckers this board has too many civs, evos, and generally not hand-drawn threads. Point is, I'm bored, need shit to draw, and am currently watching The Batman, so I feel like making a super hero with you awful, awful people.

So! First things are first, we need powers, a name, a color scheme, a symbol, a hometown, a backstory. Let's go with powers. They should always go with a theme, but for now let's see what powers you're interested in. Let's go action-oriented, psychic powers are just so boring.

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You're a a coalition of parties who have recently assumed control in the Weimar republic. Your job is to hold on to power before a dangerous party, led by Adolf Hitler, manages to seize it.

You have just made friends with Romania, which is great, seeing how all the large nations hate you. You´ve also signed a non-aggression pact with the Czechs.

What do you do now?

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Our forces and the Crusaders reach Thessaloniki in the West, overwhelming the defending Turks in short time.

Meanwhile in the East , the Mohawk Commander has successfully lead our Holy warriors to victory , capturing Adana and Tarsus. Under his command, our forces are now on their way to Hattusa, which the Turks renamed to Ankara and made their Capital.

After such overwhelming defeats, the Turks withdrew entirely from Hellas and fortified in Byzantium, while also concentrating their forces in Anatolia, in Ankara , calling for aid from all Muslim Kingdoms nearby, to defend against our Great Army.

Though neither Byzantium nor Ankara would ever face battle against us.

An illness has befallen the Turks and the Crusaders alike, though not us strangely.
From what we could gather they suffer from the same illness , a kind of fever, one that we've seen before.
Splenic Fever.

It appears that much like the Spaniards did 10 years ago, we too have brought a disease with us that is unknown in this world.

The Fever is spreading rapidly among Turks and Crusaders and reports have it, that some people in Italy seem to have been befallen by it already.

Our disease is spreading like a wildfire, we know how to treat it and increase the chances of survival, but the old-world Barbarians don't.

As they aren't people however, we care little and the garrisons we left behind in the cities we conquered, treat our population only, and leave barbarians to die.

As our forces reach Ankara and Byzantium, both cities are already devoid of life.
With little to no resistance anywhere, we expel the surviving Turks from Hatti and Lydia and chase them back where they came from.

The Turks take our disease with them back into east, infecting whomever they meet.

The Christian and Islamic world are facing collapse, as they had never seen a plague of such magnitude before. Many see it as the end of the world, and sure enough, it is the end of their world and the dawn of ours.

We don't know how far splenic fever will spread, but we hardly care at all.

Our borders in the old world are slowly manifesting themselves, while our troops are still off to reconquer Hatti and Lydia, trying to rescue whoever is still alive.

What will we do next?

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Last time, you found out about a death at the Clock Tower, made acquaintances with an Atlas Alchemist detective, nearly got thrown into the dungeon, and decided to visit everyone's favorite, Waver Velvet for info. Let's get back in the game.

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Info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mKfXYYoB2QlYCUsIUyCKR6aq0oa8JfqA4xgH6kVo43M/pub

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You've stood poised outside of the office of Lord El-Melloi II for a short time now, trying to eavesdrop; evidently the parties inside hadn't thought to establish a small Bounded Field to keep sound from leaking out.

The strangely familiar female voice seems to be enjoying herself; you can practically envision the mischievous grin that each overly-saccharine word drips from.

"Your beloved little sister is just trying to look out for you~."

However, you haven't managed to catch much of the conversation being had. They seem to be dealing in vague generalities, as if they're conscious of the horde of students outside of the office. Thinking about it like that, they almost certainly are. Regardless, you reach out to the door and rap on it with your knuckles, calling out sharply. "Lord El-Melloi II, I'm here on official Clock Tower business to speak with you about the death of Frederick Mill."

The conversation inside the office grinds to a halt, a few seconds of silence passing before the door cracks open slightly. The crowd of students freeze, some looking to you with shock and some with blatant confusion. This bluff really is useful...well, except for when it nearly got you tossed in the dungeon.

The door opens a bit more, allowing you entry. You step inside, and immediately after doing so, the door slams shut behind you. Standing before you are two figures, the Lord El-Melloi II himself, and...

...oh. It's that blonde girl from earlier. Now you remember why her face was familiar. Reines El-Melloi Archisorte, the Archibald family head, and step-sister to Lord El-Melloi II.

[] Greet the other two and state why you're here.
[] Gasp and point at Reines in shock like it's an anime.
[] Ask Reines to leave; you need to interview the Professor in private.

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You are Subject 108, a.k.a. Whirlpool. You are equipped with state-of-the-art technologies from a reclusive civilization that has mastered spatial distortion. You tend to suffer occasional lapses in memory, emotion and judgement from shifting hormonal imbalances due to a congenital anomaly. You have been sent to the feral planet known as Cymbio IV for a simple task: fetching water, but you are sidetracked by an adventure of your own making.

>Twitter: @guardtemp
>Discord: https://discord.gg/014ec8f38Ex8Ygzch
>Notice: You can roll 1d6 to influence your current situation akin to Roll to Dodge. Use when necessary.
>Recap: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Whirlpool%20Quest
You spent the night with Errai in passionate romance, fully committed in your love. In the following morning, you took a bath for the first time in a while before changing your attire again—this time to that of a pirate captain's. You walk out to be greeted by Rigel and the rest, wearing civilian attire. You have a casual chat before Errai and Betelgeuse catch up and discuss today's activities with you. Once the group has come to a consensus, they move to a truck parked outside with Mu Cephei waiting alongside it. Then a truck ride ensues.

>Last Thread: >>253464

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Comes now the march of time, and the emergence of gods! The universe is has been around for awhile now but is in constant flux, with various gods appearing to attempt to bring order to the chaos... or not. However, can they get along and cooperate to bring the cosmos to peace and harmony, or will they tear it and themselves apart in conflict?

This is, The Age of Corruption

>Choose a name and become a God, and roll 1d100 to speak the WORD and make things happen.
>Anonymous players form a Choir to praise or scorn the works of these Gods as they see fit.
>Every god must list their primary domains (max 3) and gets to assign 30 points between them to be used as a bonus for rolls related to these domains.
>They additionally get 5 points per subdomain of these primaries to assign to their subdomains as they see fit.
>Any divine actions made (creation, destruction, etc...) that are entirely unrelated to the gods' chosen domains receive a penalty of 20 to all rolls.
>Each god additionally has a "Mantle of Power", a title that reflects their true divine self and a single thing that only THEY can do, as well as encapsulating their personality and the characteristics that make up who or what they are as a god. (These can range from anywhere between 'their aim is true(always hits when striking against something)' to 'The Star Mother(devours gods and purifies their essence as stars)'

And don't forget to roll a d100 when choosing your god and domain, to determine your initial divine power! This initial value is the dice value you will roll with thereafter, so if your initial roll is a 36, then you will roll a d36 when taking actions, for example.

>Ere the two suns rise, and shed light upon the universe!

Also, a chat channel related to the game, usually OOC.
https://cytu@be/r/godgames
>replace @ with .

Archive: http://pastebin.com/5wSXn3K5

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You are Peter Hornberg. You entered a Virtual Reality game called ‘Legends of Zeltanna’ from which you are now trying to escape (kind of).

So far you’ve:
Become a Wizard
Encountered a dragon
Escaped a dragon
Found a town troubled by a dragon
Left a town troubled by a dragon
Killed some baby gatorants
Met a nigger elephant man
Sold carapace dust/cocaine to nigger elephant man
Met a ranger named Lelogas
Befriended a ranger named Lelogas
Grinded at Gatorant Hill
Met a pretty rogue named Robin
Got robbed by a pretty rogue named Robin
Got hired by Robin to help steal Lelogas’s bow
Found out Robin is Lelogas’s ex
Met a dwarf blacksmith
Had dwarf blacksmith make carapace boots
Saw a fight between swordsmen
Helped the loser of a swordfight
Met a cleric named John Preston
Befriended a cleric named John Preston
Added a cleric named John Preston to your party
Became suspicious that John is a faggot
Ignored suspicions that John is a faggot
Rode a giant yellow grasshopper
Met the nigger elephant man again
Borrowed some books from nigger elephant man
Read a book
Learned new rituals
Went to Owlwasp Hive
Left Owlwasp Hive
Went to Isten Prison
Almost died
Killed some skeletons
Killed some ghouls
Leveled up
Fought a boss battle against a death knight
Killed a death knight with cunning
Broke the fucking game with insane level ups
Got some treasure
Tried to kill a Lich
Fell down stairs
Almost died
Learned about John’s life
Bought tickets to Dorter Magic City
Read an autobiography
Researched a new ritual
Met Brainy314
Found out death is not death
Arrived at Dorter Magic City
Bought a Sword and Ivory Staff
Met up with Lelogas and Robin
Told Lelogas, death is not death
Helped John become Captain America
Started researching a new ritual
Got blinded by hydra poison
Got cured of blindness by Lavozieh
Got hired by Lavozieh to break into a senator’s office
Made some money distributing flyers
Got robbed by a mysterious book thief
Properly executed a break-in
Learned Alchemy
Had some feels with John
Decided to make the greatest violin in the world for John
Went to the Gangsta Guild office
Learned about Guilds
Learned about armbands
Met Swordmaster Ben Sookay
Became a student of the sword
Received instruction on the sword
Witnessed the Seaball World Cup
Witnessed a duel
Buried a dead man
Alchemy'd up a strength potion
Eavesdropped on another party
Lost an arm

Old Thread: >>265867
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Squick Quest part 2 - The New Kid Underground

The world is weird, and so are you.

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>Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46565312/
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/WeaselThat
>Character Bio & Moveset: http://pastebin.com/YTgbWwQH

>Introduction:

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." ~ H.P. Lovecraft

You are Katja Hartkern (Despite, or in spite of what anyone else says), and for the first time in a long, long time you're... Scared? Scared of what? You aren't fucking scared... Not over a tournament bracket, at the very least. You were scared when that "Ghost" tried to get the drop on you in your own home and his mask & top-hat showed up later at a hotel you were staying at. You were scared when it felt like that one wrestler chick, "Tsunami Tsuyako", was going to try and break your legs last week. Shit, you were scared that you had gone too far nearly breaking her arm in a sorta-rematch...

But to you, being scared is a sign of weakness, a sign of inexperience. You've won too many goddamn fights and have dealt with too much shit lately to be second-guessing yourself in the middle of your second "Friday Night Real Bout" tournament in two weeks.

"Shit, that kind of tough-talk used to work" you think as you take a look at the "Stage" (A small, grassy spot in a park situated between a coffee shop and a recreational center) getting prepared for the first fight of the new bracket.

Why is it that there's something deep inside of you that just...? You just can't quite seem to really give your best at anything, or achieve more than enough to live. You fell into your job at that shit-heap Cafe de Paradiso because it suits your needs and you never looked to try and press yourself any harder than you had to.

Fighting? Fighting's the same way. You learned Judo to help with getting bullied at school in your youth, then kept going until college where it got too hard and you felt like everybody else had some kind of advantage over you in some way or another. When you turned your back on Olympic gold for street fighting, you stuck with it because it felt easy compared to what you were doing before and the level of competition was low enough that you didn't need to really push yourself hard... Until now.

(Cont...)