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Lurkers stay edition

okay so welcome to part 4 of this civ evo, the last time the snakins found the secret of their cat worshipping and the radishes found the story of the first races

>pick a tribe (no more then 4 members)
>choose up to 5 actions/cultural things
>the more things you choose the smaller the chance of succeeding is
>every turn is 1 month
>you can expand your land but it will take 2 turns for 1 patch of land, after getting that piece of land i will be randomizing the resources
>you can place a town and later expand it to a city if you have enough citizens
>survive and have fun

ask me anything you want to know about the tribes and stuff! also advice is very welcome!!

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You are Liliana, a higher elf mage/rogue who studies offensive magic, and currently wants to collect 8 magic trinkets or whatever so she can kill some dude who is apparently "a jerk".

You also happen to have a large and hard meat staff in between your legs.

So far, we've slain a powerful steel dragon, stole his Macguffin and all his shit, and booked out to the jungle filled with niggers to find yet another one. Hilarity will ensue.

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You are a child growing up in the Elven kingdom of Terondale, in the upper class section of the city. To be frank, you and your family are filthy rich. To be even more frank, your dad is the motherfucking boss around here. He's king, and your mother is the queen. You have a twin sister and she is pretty much your life-long best friend. You two do everything together and have no secrets. You have two younger brother and you guess they are alright, even if they are bothersome at times. END EXPOSITION.

It is the break of dawn. You look out the large window across from your bed to the city below you. The rising sun saturates the elven architecture. with its lurid, violet glare. Your sister is not in her bed and is presumably making breakfast for herself.
How do you proceed?

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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

Also, you're in charge of counting the wine barrels and fruit preserves that were ordered for your brother's wedding. The palace full of clerks and chars - and you're quite certain your father didn't get rid of them to get rid of bureaucratic obstruction or some other such nonsense - but somehow, this epic task has fallen to you.

This begs a very important question.

"Myrddin, honestly, why am I doing this?"

"It's a delivery from the Alchemists' Guild," he says, "and I want you to familiarize yourself with their work before your meeting. Medicines are only a small part of what they do."

"Fair enough - Wait, what meeting?"

"Remember the guildmaster's granddaughter Isla?" Myrddin drops another ledger on top of your growing pile of work. "You'll need to meet her this afternoon to finalize the deliveries and make sure the Alchemists' Guild is ready for the celebrations."

You take a look at the items listed on the ledger. There's everything from mundane cooking oils to stomach medicines to antidotes, and you'll need to make sure they're stocked with the proper amount of reagents just in case something runs out in the middle of the celebrations. It would be mildly inconvenient if someone died because the Alchemists' Guild didn't have enough plants on hand to cure the common cold.

>"I'll be sure to make a good impression."
>"I suppose there are worse tasks out there."
>"If you're trying to set me up, couldn't you think of something a little more casual?"

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"I could give you a hand if you want..."
"I've got this"
"Are you sure?"

You hop a few times as you try to pull the boot onto your foot, before losing your balance and falling over backwards. The boot flies off your foot and into the air, before landing squarely on your head.

"Ow" You say.

Emi doesn't comment, but she does give you a look.

"I'm still sore from yesterday" You say.
"Want me to heal you?" She asks.
"I'm good" You reply.
"Really? It'd be no trou-"
"Don't worry about me. It's not that bad" You say, sitting up, slipping on your boot and standing up to prove it.

But of course, that's a lie. Your body feels perfectly fine, probably thanks to the fact that you sat in the castle's healer at the baths... which still disturbs you, at least a little.

No, the only thing that hurts is your groin, where Madelaine nailed you at the end of your little spar. You had hoped it would go away by now, but the pain remains. If anything, you think it may have gotten worse...

At least you have the day off, so you won't be doing the knight's version of 'training' like this. You'll just have to hope that the pain's gone away by tomorrow...

"If you say so..." Emi says.
You smile and nod. "I'll be fine" You say. "Let's-"

>Go see what Derrick and Ilica are up to

>Breakfast

>Go talk to Altea

>Other

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It's been three days so the other thread is falling into obscurity. >>197632

Story so far:http://lom678.deviantart.com/gallery/58994337/YumeNikkiQuest

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A young woman stands in her bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 2nd of May, 2016, is this young woman's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago she was given life, it is only today she will be given a name!

What will the name of this young lady be?

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Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkword creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.

They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.

You are Ryoji Shida. A transfer student and delinquent who ended up in the school by mistake, with no fighting ability, but you may have a stronger connection to the Darkworld than thought possible.

>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
Class 3 returned you safely to the school, though it cost Nina her life.

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Let's try another civ game, /qst/. You know the drill first to 3 determines the race, first to 3 the place.
>Please stick to the sheet this time, there were problems with the last one.

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/qst/ I need you to decipher this rune of sperg from /b/ and make it into the greatest question you can.
Im counting on you

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Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?

The repetitious sound of steps upon asphalt rang out into still air, an empty grey sky hanging above a mother and her son as they walked down an endless road. They spoke of many things as they moved between the flowering Hydra, conversations riddled with the gritty crunch of broken pavement in ill-repair.

During the day he ran excitedly both this way and that, enamoured by the vastness of the world before him. He awoke with a startling amount of energy; far more than you remember that woman ever having exhibited. Asking so many questions, about so many things, and many times it would leave you with aught to say at all - bankrupt of the answers he so fervently seemed to seek.

...But as the day wore on, his steps would falter around your ever steady stride. Little by little, the distance he would stray from your side lessened, until the child could inevitably be found holding his arms out towards you in a fashion much more demanding than when you were an 'Angel'. Sweat slicked skin and unwashed clothes composed the familiar scent of this child, your erstwhile son ever since you had chosen to wear the face of his long deceased mother.

Into the night, you spoke of few things. Meaningless words, woven upon the tip of your tongue with little purpose other than to lull him into nightly slumber in your arms.

"Where are we going, Momma...?"

He had long since stopped murmuring those words into the crook of your neck, but the question once uttered had set a ripple to your mind which refused to stop. Left to let your mind wander as you followed this moonlit strip of asphalt, you listened to the whisper of the wind as it traced a path through fields of obsidian bramble.

That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.

In the midst of the cloudy night, you looked down from your crested hill.

>A city of sparkling light
>A lonesome spire overlooking the sea
>A grand quarry cast in flame
>A mansion in the shade of creeping blossoms

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Star Wars Jedi Lord Quest Thread #3

You are Kraton Reed, Jedi Lord of Telos IV

At a time when the Republic was merely a shadow of its former self and the Sith terrorized much of the Galaxy, you chose to strike back. Breaking from protocol, you gathered together a small group of likeminded Jedi Knights and raised your own army. You launched a crusade against the Sith Empire and managed to liberate the Outer Rim world of Telos IV. The people of this world now look upon you as their Lord and their protector in these dark times…

You’ve had little time to rest on your laurels. Not long after establishing yourself as a Jedi Lord and you’ve already found yourself in the midst of a desperate battle against an invading Sith Army. The cruel and tyrannical Lord Verus raised a massive force against you, and even now your forces are courageously attempting to beat them back.

At first the battle did not go in your favor, as the Sith Fleet tore through your own and landed most of it’s ground forces on the surface. However, your own warriors put up a valiant defense while the rest of your fleet bought you enough time to stage a boarding action against Verus’ flagship.

You and your followers fought their way through Verus’ ship and reached the bridge, where you personally dueled the Sith Lord. Verus was a savage opponent, yet you calmly fended off his onslaught until the Sith Lord was finally struck down. Now the battle rages on as you stand before the slain Sith Lord

>Previous thread
>>192064

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You wake up in a puddle of your own vomit. What do you do?

Rules:
You control the dude, Ill try and draw it.

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>Supplementary Inspiration: https://youtu.be/EtJGttQyCvk?list=PL7CjbXxDvrzNFi21syIJS5jzuAWmPVmGg

You are Smitty Werben, the versatile t̶h̶i̶e̶f̶ swordsman at the very left of the picture. You lead a group of other undead, they are close friends and fellow warriors on the same journey you are. The four of them are...

>Jagermanjensen (FUCK YOU BACON. GRAVELORDS RULE.)
He's the bro at the middle, your right-hand man with a mean left hook. He's the heavy hitter of the group and a devout Gravelord. Somehow managed to steal a Dark Hand.

>Bacon Bits (With a side of ranch dressing.)
The dude on the very right with the spiky helmet. He is a deft flanker who carries the sting of a hornet through powerful backstabs and ripostes.

>Dragon Shit (RAWWWWRRR.)
The obvious draconic humanoid beside you and the group's wildcard. He wields a huge arsenal of random equipment. Can also do dragon things like breathe fire.

>Greg (hey. i'm greg.)
Last one to be pointed out, at the middle-right. He is terse, soft-spoken and tanks like a castle. Big guy, even for you.

Ever since a long-past incident that you don't care about, all the worlds seem to have merged into one main continuity. Suddenly, the undead from other worlds are here, bringing some life into Lordran. Of course, more people means more monsters, larger worlds and a crammed village built on Firelink Shrine. So far, no major developments have occurred since then, aside from people wandering everywhere, including places where they shouldn't—but that's their fault.

You and the group are sitting near one of the minor bonfires of the newly-christened Firelink Sanctum. You planned to get out of Lordran but everyone seems to have their own idea on what to do next. As the leader, you get the final say.

>(Greg) Spar with each other and some of the folks around the village.
>(Bacon Bits) Head to Anor Londo and visit Gwynevere.
>(Dragon Shit) Head to Ash Lake to visit the Everlasting Dragon.
>(Jagermanjensen) Head to the catacombs to visit the Gravelord.
>(Smitty Werben) Write in.

(first to three votes)

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> Ride out.

You stare at the men and women within the trading market with rage. These people - look at them, still pretending they've got nothing to do with the attack on your village! But then something else occurs to you - the general unpreparedness here, the complete surprise when you ride in.

If they weren't expecting you, maybe they weren't expecting any armed men? You turn to your companions.

'Ride out!'

Sure enough - you ride out, and *then* you see the groups riding back across the river. But it's not the towers they are riding for - rather, it's the forest! Your men, meanwhile, see you from afar and are looking for instructions.

> Give chase!
> Gather here!
> Head back to the camp! Secure the Emissary!
> Other.