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This is a thread created for the discussion of Quest threads, as well as sharing of advice and guidance for aspiring or current QM's. Posters looking for advice on tabletop games should look elsewhere.

Please do not shitpost, and please report any shit posters attempting to derail discussion or cause strife. This means avoiding tripfag drama or discussion about subjects such as getting rid of /qst/.

Useful links: http://pastebin.com/p43nAY7b
This link contains numerous writing guides, general advice, and various quest tools and communities.

https://twitter.com/Eisenstern/lists/quest-runner-directory/
https://twitter.com/tgquestlist/lists/quest-master-directory (UPDATED LIST)
These are two directories containing the tweets of many current QM's. While a twitter is by no means mandatory, it is a useful tool for both you and your players. To get added to the second list, tweet @tgQuestList. Spamming tweets unrelated to your quest may result in its removal.

IRC Channels:
[The Cabal] #QMC @ Rizon.net (slightly related to quests; enjoys worldbuilding, mechanics and politics)
[Hugbox] #ques/tg/enerals @ Rizon.net (barely related to quests; enjoys Larro quests and anime)

Discord server (Can provide feedback to new QM's, but shitposting is a bannable offense):
https://discord.gg/0zE5SDpEB4RQRNyY

>QM Question
What aspects of your quest's presentation do you think you do well? What aspects do you think need work?

>Player Question
What catches your attention about a quest in the catalog?

>Bonus Question
Is reality merely a very persistent illusion, or perhaps a simulation? What would be the implications of living within a simulation?

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Risk Thread

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You are 15 years old. School is almost out for summer, and you are getting pretty bored now that you're pretty much finished with all the work from your classes. You've decided to take over the world. First thing's first, you need to answer some questions for me.

What is your name and where in the United States do you live?

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WELCOME TO POKEMON 2ND PLACE!

You will be playing as the younger brother of the Pokemon World Champion, Red.

Red decides to give you an egg for you 10th BIRTHDAY. Since Red is also now 20, he will be traveling to the Alola Region for a vacation for a few months.

You have no idea what's in the egg, your big bro told you it was a surprise. So, what is your name?

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Part I: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/232292/
Part II: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/249192/
Part III: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/262027/

For all things Cewri (stats sheet, updated regularly): http://pastebin.com/UgtRDe9f

Summary from last thread: On the first of Wetha (Spring), the giants finally decided to end the pest that was Amberly Fortress. And end it they did, but they were then hit by a surprising attack by the Protectorate of Estgaard, a puppet state of the Kingdom of Brylon. Negotiations with their leader, a human hero and general of the Estgaard Armed Forces, agreed to use their influence over Brylonian politics to ensure a temporary ceasefire for one year in return for the release of hostages gathered from the Amberly raid and the release of the humans from their forced servitude, letting the humans go if they wanted to leave. They also pulled strings to ensure that the giants may have an audience with the king of Brylon in hopes of ending the war. On another note, the giants continued to try to win the favor of the centaurs in hopes of being able to pass through their territory, gaining runic magic, and of course getting strong allies against the humans. The centaurs told the humans that they must prove themselves by defeating a dragon that has been causing trouble on the southwestern Kholoron Plateau. Lastly, now that Amberly is no more the giants may freely explore the swamps to the south and uncover the secret that the wandering traders spoke of.

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You walk into your room. The same broken down walls, the same broken down roof in the same broken down shack. However, today is special. It's your birthday.

There is a tradition in the Oldham village. On a boy's thirteenth birthday, he is sent into the western forest and must survive for a week on his own. Over the last decade fewer and fewer boys return from the forest. Those who do speak of the feeling of constantly being watched, their food going missing, and laughing in the night.

Lucky for you have one more year to prepare. You’ll have many options and opportunities to increase your odds of surviving.

You get up and inspect yourself in the mirror. The bruises from last week are finally gone. But you'll have a new set by the end of today, you're sure of it. You've always been the village punching bag because of your...
(Pick 2 body options and 2 ability options)

Body
>Colored Runic Skin (Blue, Green, Red, or Yellow)
>Strange Eyes (Glowing, Abnormal Color, Odd Iris/Pupil)
>Horns and Prehensile Tail (Pick twice for larger horns and tail)

Ability
>Odd Interests (Magic, Science, Extreme Wagers, or Write In)
>Minor Mental Ability (Precognition, Mind Read, Information Processing, Write In)
>Minor Nature Ability (Plant Speak, Animal Speak, Spirit Speak, or Poison resistance)


4 Votes to lock in choice. D10 and D20 will be used in this quest

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You step down from the wagon cart somewhat clumsily. Seems staying cooped up these past hours gave you a wobbly leg. As you almost trip on your toes you hear the cartmaster hail you from his perch in behind the cowhorn. “This is as far as my beast will take you, Exarch.” He points northward towards a backwater town you can barely see against the horizon.

“It is now a mighty legwork from here, but you should reach Kirkihill before the last nightstar shines.”

You nod at him and silently pick up your supply bag. It shakes an makes the telltale sound of coin bouncing against each other. The cartmaster stepped down and come running after you not five paces later. The rotund caravaneer then gives you a plaintive smile and presents a chubby hand forward, clearing his throat.

Seeing your confusion he stabs your chest with his index finger. “Come on, Exarch, you ate from my bread and partook from my shade, spare me a shine. The way back to the Copperway is going to take me a day away from my routine. You owe me at least that much.” Even if there is confidence in his speech his eyes betray an unease that is common among those who bargain with an Exarch. It is not beyond your fancy to show him generous gratitude, but he has been terribly mouthy this trip. Not to mention his odorous disposition and that baked leather sole he called bread has given you a mild nausea.

What will you do?

>Give the poor soul some extra coin to spend on his travels.
>Pay the fat man a day worth and nothing more.
>You have a light purse and a short patience, tell him to take his leave. Now.
>Respond with the one true art; violence.
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>About Quest
This is an experiment of a forever DM trying to get into questing. The updates will come slowly and sometimes sporadic. Ask me anything and I will answer, criticism is always welcome.

>Quest Rules
For rolls it is a simple roll under d20, picking the best of the first three rolls.

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Eclipsed Moon Quest Episode 131
Sheets and Info: pastebin.com/u/phantomcrossing
Twitter Account: https://twitter.com/Artemis_QM
Ask.fm Account: ask.fm/Artemis_QM
/tg/ Archive Episode 1-129: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Eclipsed+moon
/qst/ Archive 130+: After this thread it will exist

Quest Start


“Planning and execution will be a necessity,” the short and dye blonde woman beside you at the bar takes a sip from her drink, seeming heavily out of place in her excess of makeup and a vintage and altered junior high uniform, “What about you?”

Her name is Nui Takeda. A high school senior who serves as your student council president while also leading a secret double life as part of a ganguro fashion circle where she goes by the nickname of Teal. Her question lingers in the air between you in the darkened music hall. Only a few people have been let into the house by virtue of VIP passes or other means of entry. She is a friend of yours, though her question is perhaps more familiar than you are accustomed to her being with your social life.

You are Mikage Chiba, second year highschool student 15 years old, and for tonight you are just a normal teenage girl with a supernaturally good fake identification. Actually, you relish the normal problems that Nui’s question represents. These problems have weight to be sure and certain stakes at risk, but they are intrinsically personal and no one is at a true risk of danger because of them.

For the past few weeks you have dived back into a life you thought you had left behind and shunned forever, and now you cannot deny that it is an intrinsic part of you. Magic, intrigue, danger, heroics, friendship, and love.

You used to be a magical girl. Rather, you were the third woman to carry the mantle of the Beautiful Guardian of Love & Justice known as Sailor Moon after your mother and your elder sister. A traumatic experience achieved in protecting the innocent caused you to force everyone you loved away from you as you compartmentalized and fractured yourself in an effort to function. Now you have been mending yourself and trying to provide support for Sailor New Moon, your younger sister, and her burgeoning court of Sailor Guardians.

Tonight is a touch more personal.

Nui Takeda only recently learned that you, the previously sternly mechanical and self isolating underclassman at Juuban High School, was in fact the vivacious and combative Miki of the fashion circle she leads outside of school. That identity, as well as the others you developed since you abandoned being Sailor Moon, helped you cope and function for the past year. Through effort and admission you have been slowly pulling down the walls you erected within yourself and between you and others.

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Your name is Jack
It just so happens that you have woken up in this cell with no idea how you got there.

There is a small metallic object on the floor in front of you.
A metal block is suspended in air in front if you.
And a metal door behind you locked from the outside.
There sure is a lot of metal in this room isn't there.
There is a scrap of paper in your pocket.

What do you do?

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Character Sheet:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU/edit

Twitter: @QuestingQM

You are Renexizious, grand Emperor of Sweden, Finland, and Norway. You have been appointed to this office by the voice of God himself, the Pope.
You have recently declared war on the USSR in fall, took over Leningrad after eating the guy who would make the USSR... Well. Less of an asshole. And currently Greorgy Zhukov is coming to kick dragon ass and chew rations... And he's all out of rations.

The siege of Leningrad has been going on for a month now. Your men are exhausted from battle, winter is setting in, and your fairly sure Stockholm is about to explode in violence against the Communists and the U.C.F.S.

A letter from your wife arrived earlier in the day from a Saab bomber who paradropped supplies.
The letter reads like this.

Renexizious, Viktor, the Finnish Snipers, and the Sons av Renexizious have come back from the Crusade of Japan victorious. Viktor however, has decided to move to NATO. I tried to persaude him this was a stupid idea, but he would have none of it, citing that he will bring glory and riches to the family. Apparently however, he has decided against invading it, and just living there. Juilius and Maria have been doing their studies most vigoriously, and Charlemagne is doing the best he can over ruling the nation.
Best wishes
Elizabeth III of England

Interesting. Interesting indeed.

Current Month: November

You are currently Claw, and you have been assigned the duty of kidnapping Zhukov.
The camp is surrounded by USSR soldiers, commissariats, tanks, and other nasty enemies you'd rather not fight...
You have a few options.
Actions
>Attempt to rush in, grab Zhukov, and run the fuck away. (Agility)
>Attempt to disguise yourself as a soldier and go up to Zhukov, grab him, and run the fuck away. (Charisma)
>Wait for Zhukov to come out, and strike. (Insight)
>Write-In

By the way, I'm introducing a new system when you get back to Stockholm, which will turn the Quest from a day-by-day thing to a month by month, since I think that will be more effective.

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You're a 6th gen Tzimisce neonate living in the carpathians. Your sire is a smaller voivode of the nearby land, not too much, it seems.
You lived for 27 years as a human before the embrace, and since then, 12 more have passed.
People have heard of the new god from the Roman empire, but nearly everyone worships the gods of old.

Your sire has said that he is to take his leave, and that you must maintain his keep. The little of what you've understood is that the house to the south is more friendly inclined than the ones both to the east and west.

But enough of that, WHO ARE YOU?

>decide name
>Nature/demanor
>Designate stat allocation dots 7/5/3

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Do you guys know the rules? You guys know the rules. Except you roll dice... And they have 10 sides.... Yeah.... Or, whatever...

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Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/gfZX8xbe
Twitter: To come if interested.


8/13/2014

You died yesterday. It was a tragic end, or rather, it would have been were there anyone who knew about it, or cared about it. After spending the better part of eight years wandering around the city of Chicago without anyone to help you, your young life came to a sudden end at the ripe age of twenty.
It was a cold night for August, not quite winter weather yet, but the fall had firmly settled over the Windy City. You were wandering around in Edison Park at around two in the morning. That part of the city wasn’t too terribly loud, and so you opened the back door of the fieldhouse and settled into an employee lounge and drifted off to sleep. Your rest wasn’t to last, however, as you woke up about an hour later to the feeling of intense heat and the thick weight and stink of smoke.
The entire building was in flames and you were unable to escape. You tried to keep conscious; cover your nose and mouth, keep low, do what you were taught when you were really little, but you didn’t stand a chance. The darkness overwhelmed you soon enough and you collapsed, all strength drained from you. Your last thought as you fell to your knees was one of defiance, and refusal to have it end like this.
However, despite your untimely death from smoke inhalation and, eventually, incineration, your mind kept working. You do not know if it was an out of body experience, or something else, but you could recount the events leading up to your death.
That leads to today. Your eyes are without sight, and you are without senses, save for the feeling of cold and the smell of something burnt, yet you can neither move nor perceive more. Then, suddenly, you feel the air around you again, cold and sudden, all the more so from your period of senselessness. Your hearing returns to the sound of the wind, and then your eyes are opened. It is night, and you are unsure of the exact date, but from the time without your body, you guess it has been a few days at least. You glance around you and see the area that was the fieldhouse cordoned off with police tape. A few remnants of the structure surround you, but you and your body are surrounded by ash. However, all of that fades as you notice something extremely strange. Embedded in your chest, as if it were a natural part of you, is a glistening red stone, the size of your curled fist, humming softly, so softly that you have to still your breath to hear it.

>A) Touch it
>B) Leave it be
>C) Look around more.
>D) Investigate it more closely.

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>Type "Ready" to start

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You are a young child of a small family in a suburban neighborhood lulling away at life. You enjoy your life as any young child would, day by day. Today was the first day of school after summer vacation and you couldn't be more disinterested. No kid wants their summer fun to come to an end. Especially when you have gotten used to waking up each day without a care in the world, only questioning who you were going to play with and where. Your parents, however, seemed excited to have their kids off being productive rather than lazing about every day. But that wasn't going to stop you from enjoying every last second of your summer vacation comfortably in your bed that morning.

"You have to get up, you can't be late for the first day of school. What will your teacher think of you, if you are tardy on your first day!" That morning your mother had to almost violently toss you out of bed.

"Mom I'm not in elementary school anymore! I can wake up when I am supposed to" You tried to retort with your fabled middle schooler logic. So Crates, or whatever his name is, would be proud.

"Yes and that's why I had to come in and turn off YOUR alarm because YOU slept through it." So Crates be damned! Nothing can compete with this woman's logical prowess.

"Fine, fine." Against your body's will you pull yourself from bed and prepare for your first day of school. You begrudgingly head to the bathroom for a shower and to get prepared for your "school" day. You cringe a bit, as just the thought was enough to merit minor disgust. Coming out of the shower you look into a mirror before brushing your teeth and you notice something a bit off about your appearance.

Decide MC sex and basic appearance.
>Masculine Male (Archetypical middle school boy)
>Feminine Male (Boy. But appearance wise is close to, if not completely, trap status.)
>Masculine Female (Girl that wears saggy jeans and equally baggy shirts, guy friends treat her like one of them)
>Feminine Female (Archetypical middle school girl)

The structure of this quest will largely follow the style depicted above but there will be some cases where certain actions will require die rolls which I will perform. Write-ins are in most cases an option but for the sake of clarity I will always put ">Write in" when it is. I will usually allow 15 - 30 minutes for voting and then endeavor to have the next post up 30 minutes after that.First couple post may have a longer voting time due to unknown quantities of players because of new thread