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Lay down on the ground and contemplate the meaning of life and realize that it is as empty as the darkness. Except our fate.

>>253931
use smartphone as flashlight.
are we in the 20th century or something?

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>>253961
>>253970
Nevermind, the lights are back.
...
Wait, is that some kind of murder robot?

You have three choices:
1) Scream
2) Grope the robot
3) Go to sleep

What will you choose?

>>253612
Punch own face.

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put on hero costume

Contesting options. Roll 2d6, see who has higher number

>>245970

Man, wizards can be pretty petty about their grudges

>>246045
Silly, ain't it? Can turn humans into weird animals but can't magic vomit out of a bathrobe.

>>245970
Fucking dark mages.

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@haremhorn

...did I miss anything?
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Old+Leader+Quest

Influence points, a voting system we'l be testing out!
http://pastebin.com/E6anfvag

Write-ins are permanent now!

For lore details:
http://manga.clone-army.org/wiki.php?entry=index

And for all your very specific himehorn related questions:
http://ask.fm/himehorn

This quest moves very slowly!

Why did the Southern Witch Apostle chose you?
What happened between her and Enna?
Why didn’t the witch know how to deal with us?
What’s with her?
What happened to the guards during the outbreak?
Who are “they”?
Why do “they” want us gone?
What does that templar want? Why the name?
What are we going to do?

The questions come without rest from behind an open book held by two pale hands on the other side of the table, horns rising from behind it.

You are not the Leaderhorn. You don’t have a plan, but you are about to. Of all the himehorns that left the caves along you only remain five hornmothers, eleven haremhorns, seven musclehorns, thirty-seven smallhorns and a Leaderhorn; you don’t count yourself among the hornmothers since you stopped laying eggs a while ago.

And you all are in alien territory now. A nohorn city; the domain of the Witch Enna, perhaps the only place in the big egg safe from Algis, the White Witch of templars set on turning your whole race into fertilizer and boiled eggs.

You wonder if the broken horn Leader has sight issues, since she’s holding the books so close to her face.

“We are no short in affair to tackle on to” the book says, “so let’s get started.”

You nod at the book. She seemed glad you didn’t told your newfound allies, Trash and Snacks, about the lie you told to your himehorns. That you are a Leaderhorn. That there is a chance for everything to be alright. Because even if that was to be true it was still going to be very hard for them to believe in, like chewing rotten meat without salt or sauce.

You spent a lot of time talking with Umo recently, so now you think you know almost all the basics of nohorn behavior, like how chocolate is made. She also supported Trash and Snacks idea of setting up a restaurant with the help of the Witch, but she also explained some of the other possibilites. So this is how it goes, mostly:

Haremhorns are very good at any kind of manual labor, and won’t most likely have much of an issue learning new things.

Musclehorns are very strong, and will do anything the haremhorns say. VERY strong.

And hornmothers talk and smoke and drink and argue and nap and eat each others food… but are the only ones prone to do the talking, and even if the rest still can they hardly ever do it, and aren’t too fond of it.

As explained by Umo, Enna will help the himehorns with all the resources you ask of her, as long as you can justify your request in a reasonable manner. And as stated by the broken horn Leader as you rise your eyebrows at her, you could lie to the Witch to make the best out of this for the good of the herd. You remind her the Witch could be hearing the both of you.

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“I am aware” she says, her face and tone neutral as usual. She has two modes you are aware of so far; serious neutral mode, where she hardly ever moves her face, and wicked smile mode, where she adds some irony and rashness to the mix. You wonder if she has a “happy cute mode” where she hugs everyone and speaks in a high pitched voice. You giggle to yourself slightly, and try to muffle it. “I take this is a worthy gamble. If she is to hear me then I’m certain she’d understand, if she doesn’t then we were already done to begin with, and if she’s not hearing then we might have it easier if we put our wits in the right place. For now, we plan ahead.”

You and the himehorns are currently occupying a big theater. It seems it was still working shortly before your arrival and the owners intend to keep it that way, so you might not be able to stay here... but who knows?

And as for today, the plan is simple; think of a convincing business for your herd to run, convince the witch to fund it. If this goes well, you will have to learn how to deal with it and protect it from your hidden enemy.

And if nothings goes awfully wrong... well, who knows.

The broken horn Leader leaves the book on the table and looks at you in the eye; you feel no enmity coming from them, it's more like the black eyes with golden irises were painted on her face.

"We have to offer the nohorns something they could want."

And that's the issue. You don't know what they want. You don't have a clue about what they could want; but at least everyone eats. And since that's true, then there should be a lot of other restaurants around. Which means that, unless nohorns are very hungry, they are going to choose between your place or the others.
Either way, it feels like a leap of faith.

>"We go with the restaurant."
>"I had an idea."

>>249535
Welcome back to those who've followed the last few threads.

Those who are new, here's an archive to the last thread from about a week ago

>>209593

And here's a newly made pastebin with details on Kraton Reed, his armies and resources, and various NPC's he has interacted with.

http://pastebin.com/GkDtPsxD

>>249535
>Visit the Force Initiates at your Jedi Temple?

>>249535
>>Visit the Force Initiates at your Jedi Temple?
The younglings are the future.

>>247545
>>Examine environment

>>247637
The moor extends for many days' travel in all directions. If the storm clouds broke, you might be able to see the mountains to the north, where the closest Feegle tribe to you resides- those bastards. The river to the east is too broad to cross, but it pours into a pond where young Feegle occasionally have fun headbutting frogs.

>>247695
Go to the pond and see if you tame them.

>>251073
>>Join Avi
Welcome back at last!

>train station
It's a fucking worm's station, goddamnit.
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>>251605
You acknowledge Avi with a glance, then join him at the table. Similar to your conversation yesterday, he waves a waiter over, says a few quick words in the elven language, then sends him away.

"Zdravte, Varish," he says, then takes a spoonful of porridge. "What a coincidence, to meet you here."

"I'm sure it is," you say, rolling your eyes. "How'd you know where I stayed the night?"

"Jay, I am a humble servant of the King of all Ai'Madah. It would be very poor for me, if I was not aware of such things."

You decide to set aside the fact that he didn't answer your question.

"I thought we were supposed to meet at the worm station?"

"The situation has changed," Avi says, then pauses as the waiter returns carrying a bowl of porridge and a drink for you. "I come to bring you a warning - be mindful on your way."

You take a look around the inn, then scoot over so your back is turned to the majority of the customers. You pull down your scarf just enough to be able to take a bit of the porridge. It's warm, and slightly sweet. The drink, on the other hand, is some kind of tea, though it has a twinge of ale in it as well.

"Why's that?" You ask.

"The details aren't important. You are a perceptive fellow, yes?"

"Not particularly."

"Oh," Avi says, seeming confused. "Well then, do your best. If you notice anything odd, Pyzoha, tell me."

Avi lifts his bowl up to his lips and finishes his breakfast.

"Also," he says, setting the bowl down. "You do not need to worry so much, with all... this." He gestures towards your cloak and scarf.

"Avi," you say. "As a humble servant of the king of etcetera, you know your kingdom and Eovna are at war."

"Ah ah ah!" He says, waving a finger. "Not Eovna. Only a part of it, yes? The invaders come not from the Empire whole, but just a part."

"So?" You ask, "Do you think the average elf here will care enough to know the difference between a trader from Sevina and a Crusader from Mostyn?"

"Jay, apologies for rudeness, but you do not have the look of a Crusader. And though you Chielo may be foolish enough to apply such sweeping thoughts, you, Varish, may have surprise of the views of the elves."

Avi gets up and brushes himself off.

"See you soon," he says, and walks out of the inn.

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>>251911
You scootch over once more, sitting closer to Avi's side of the table, which is yet still further away from the rest of the patrons. You ponder Avi's words as you eat the rest of your breakfast: You're going to have to be more careful than usual on your way to the worm station. That being said, you know of at least three paths you can take to the station:

>The standard route. Walk along the most direct main streets to the station. It's a bit more crowded as people are exiting their homes to start their days.
>Take a shortcut. By using side alleys, you can avoid the crowds and get to the station a bit faster.
>Take the long way around. By backtracking a bit and taking a less-efficient route, you avoid the crowds, but you might ultimately arrive a bit later.

You also give some thought as to Avi's parting words: perhaps it might be wise to drop your "disguise?"

>Keep your scarf on
>Take it off

What should you do?

>>247398
As you descend the stairs, you see the creature that is evidently Serena waiting for you. She has mottled, greenish-blue skin that glistens like a frog's. Her mouth is a bit wide, and her eyes are completely black. Instead of ears, she has spiny fins. Her tangled, wet, black hair reaches her waist. In her webbed hands, she holds a laminated sheet of paper and a large water bottle. She quickly notices you.

"Hey new guy!" she says in a wet, warbled voice. "I'm Serena. They usually send me out to run errands and stuff."

"I'm, uh, Stanley, I think. Nice to meet you."

You both start to walk outside. After closing the door, Serena puts her pinkies in her mouth and whistles loudly. The car from your first day of this nightmare comes barreling toward you. While you jump back 5 feet, Serena doesn't flinch as it stops just before it hitting her, and she begins to pet and stroke it

"You got here so fast! You're such a good boy, yes you are! Now, can you take us to town boy?" Serena says in a patronizing voice.

The car honks in response, and the back doors open. You both step inside, and the doors shut immediately.

"Sorry about the car almost hitting you. Fido can get a little excited sometimes."

"You mean the car?" You reply, confused.

"Yea. It was the Mistress's dog, until he got hit by a car. She's really into the whole 'object possessed by spirit' thing. So, uh, I know it must be weird being a demon and all now. I'm not good at starting conversations, so if you have any questions, please ask them.

What do you ask?
>"What are we getting?"
>"How long have you worked here?"
>"Will the dog know how to get there?"
>"Have you seen any eyes just lying around?"
>Write in

>>247585
>"What are we getting?"
>"Where are we going?"

>>247585
>"What are we getting?"
>"Will the dog know how to get there?"
>"Where are we going?"

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Chloros

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>>246558
Delex

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>>246565
Larodd

After making the base structure of the building, he then spends time tending to small touches.

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test.

>>244610
"Lazard, what are you doing?" -says Lyann as she wipes the sweat off her forehead as she approaches from inside her house.

She has been welding a disk to try and improve her radio antennae, so she's shining with sweat, a pair of dark welding goggles on top of her head, her working overalls' upper part falling down now that she's taking a break.

Her figure looks quite amazing with her short shirt sticks to her. Uhmm... of course it's not cotton, but when we tried examining the material of the clothes she gave us, all we got was 'Unknown #7' out of our mech's computer.

Still, this is organic, right? I mean, I dont think they have the technology for plastic and such, yet.

The technology on this world feels so scrambled around.
From what we saw in the port city, they have metallic ships being pushed along by paddle wheels, you know?

They don't have phones or radio, but they have long distance messages through linked technom,ages that bounce messages from one place to the other using transmission magic... its sort of like a relay race or the pony express, but since its instant from relay post to relay post, it's quite fast.

And expensive, because the technomages that do this work charge a hefty fee,

"I'm supervising the construction." -we say from inside the mech cockpit
"Is that so?"
She looks up at us with suspicious eyes.

To be honest, the nanomachines don't need supervision once they begin to work, but all of a sudden, the weather turned amazingly hot.

Our cabin's a sealed, self contained atmosphere designed to exist in space, you know? there's no way it isn't nice and fresh.

The pretty redhead approaches the mech, and leans forth to support her hand on it...

"Ovor Sotaedo!" -she sings out loud

The hell?
Our cockpit opens suddenly.
She climbs on board...

Lazard is wearing a hawaiian shirt and blue shorts and sandals as he sips a nice cool drink and the mech plays a relaxing BGM.

"Lazard, help me raise the antenna!" -she huffs with annoyance as she puffs her cheeks,

She looks like an adorable redheaded squirrel.

>How did you open the cockpit!?
>Ah, yes, yes, you got me.
>I'm an alien superfriend, you know? your atmosphere is lethal to me when it is that hot, so please quickly close the cockpit! (Bluff: Roll 1d20)
>Other

>>250271
>Spend some time with your children, to make sure they develop fine, you don't want to have anti-social psychopaths, now do you?
hopefully nothing burns down while we watch our kids.

>>250278
>>250278
Figuratively, or literally?

I'm going to wait 25 minutes for this, because it's really early in the morning.
(Also, the terrorist attack might be drawing anons away)

>>244380
>Name
Aethelwulf of Stergowt

>Stats
Leadership: 2
Logistics: 1
Wealth: 1
Martial Prowess: 0
Charisma: 1

Leadership: 1
Logistics: 1
Wealth: 2
Martial Prowess: 1
Charisma: 0
Name : Xanfried Milfort

>>244380
only two players right?

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When Chryssa moves her thumb to rest on the glowing collection of runes inlaid upon the grip of her bow, it's as if she ceases to exist. You can still see her. Consciously you're aware that she hasn't vanished. Yet, to some sixth sense you weren't fully aware she resides within a blind spot. An impenetrable hole in your perception, from which nothing enters or leaves. Your mind rebels against the very idea that anything could be contained within. It's almost hard to look at her directly, as though you're seeing something which you know should not exist.

Then she moves her finger off the runic array and your perception floods back into the area once affected by the artifact's enchantment. You're filled with an immense sense of relief by the destruction of this unnatural hole in your awareness. Seeking out distraction, you allow your thoughts to twist themselves together with those of your son, drawing his attention away from trying to catch the fish in one of Mahana's ponds. {Have you given any thought as to what you'll ask for as your reward?}

Splashing echoes through the throne room as he pulls his head out of the water, one of the bright red fish caught between his teeth. It explodes into a cloud of multicolored vys which quickly dissipates into the surroundings when he snaps his jaws together, disappointment at this turn of events rolling off of him in waves. {Maybe something to protect my wings? Its seems like that's where I get hurt most, so armor or something might be good. I just don't want it to be too heavy, and I'm a little worried I'd need help putting it on. Since I'm not too good at grabbing things unless I'm just holding them down to eat them alive.}

{I was also thinking maybe I could get something for the end of my tail.} He continues, images flashing briefly through your thoughts of Zahak poised with his tail in the air like a scorpion, waving it in the direction of a herd of camels. {I watched a little tiny creature chasing a mouse and stabbing it with a spear on the end of its tail, but it didn't really work out too well when I tried doing that. I don't think my tail is long enough, and it doesn't have a spear. I did whack a camel so hard it fell asleep though!}

Your son seems mildly embarrassed by the memory, but he forges on. {That's all I could really think to ask for, the saddle you got for me is already pretty useful.}

(1/2)

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Admittedly, Zahak is a little hard to find artifacts for. It's not like they make suits of armor for dragons, and as he already pointed out if said armor weighed too much it might interfere with his ability to fly. He could probably just attach some layered metal plates to the underside of his saddle, that would serve as sufficient protection for his torso, but you're not sure about his wings. Perhaps small metal plates sewn onto a leather backing draped over his shoulders would offer protection of a sort, but you're hardly an expert when it comes to armor.

>Suggest he get a blade or club of some sort to attach to the end of his tail.
>Suggest he get a coat of plates to protect his exposed underbelly.
>Suggest he get scale armor to protect his wings.
>Maybe he ought to request runes and knowledge of enchanting instead of an artifact?
>Write-in

first post for zahak

>>243462
Are we still on the ship?

>>243462
i thought we were a girl?

>>243475
yep

>>253996
Upgrade your vision. ( like predator)

>>253998
After a shouting mach and several slig sounds thrown back and forth,
you get kicked out of your local Slig barrack's mechanical shop,
having no moolah to your name (yet) prohibits you from getting any new gear or upgrades

Armed with this new knowledge of the worth of moolah, how do you proceed?

Ask around if anyone knows where to find some magic creatures.