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Welcome to Pokemon Risk!

RECAP: The Nincada took over two regions, killed the Wurmple's Leader and released their Prisoners, who wrought a deadly disease onto the nearby regions. The other infected regions will be forming an Alliance, and want you to join to be the Military Represenative. An antidote will be made in the year 700.

The year is 577.

====STATS====
Power - 200
Armor - 20
Speed - 80
IQ - 180

====POPULATION====
Nincada - 200
Combee (Slaves) - 80
Volbeat - 100
Illumise - 100
Karrablast - 80
Joltik - 80
Yanma - 100

What will you do? Will you join the Alliance to help make the antidote? If you join, the Antidote will be finished by 700. If not, it will take much longer, maybe never.

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You're on a space station above a desolate moon, unsure of how you got there in the first place. You look up, and see a sign that seems to ask you to walk to the habitable section of the station, or to get the fuck out by way of the spaceport, which way do you go?

(Be warned, the will be only low quality, mobile phone-tier drawfaggotry here)

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"Things might get a bit (too) lewd" Edition

The Tales of Jack Chitin is a fantasy adventure with a good amount of gallows humor. The quest includes: custom art, light tabletop combat scenes and an emphasis on lore and world building.

Chapter summary pictures
Want to catch up with the story, but don't like reading a lot of dialogue? The chapter summaries contain key scenes with a short description.
WARNING: Plot spoilers though
Chapter 1
http://i.imgur.com/3mY3ac5.png
Chapter 2 - STILL ONGOING!
http://i.imgur.com/aiPlKuu.png

Archive
Want the full experience? Find all the posts so far here in chronological order:
http://grubadventures.tumblr.com/chapterlist

Twitter
https://twitter.com/grubadventures

Last thread
>>181755


Sit back, relax, the adventure continues momentarily!

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The sun shines upon the market square making you run your hand over your brow. Taking a sip from the water skin you continue to haggle with the merchant over your goods.

"No I told you, fifteen silver for three of these jars, no less."

>"And I told you that those things look like they were made from a potter with a crippled hand, look at them!"

"Those were made in Rome by the greatest craftsmen in the world!"

>"Bah, as if Rome means anything no a days."

Before you are able to argue more with the swindling son of a swine there is a scream in the market! Crowds of people soon are fleeing from the commotion leaving behind their goods and possessions. You watch as your buyer takes off with the rest of the crowd and you keep a hand close to your sword. Mother would kill you if you were to loose the goods.

>"Push it back quickly!"
>"Hold it there!"
>"Watch out!"

A form flies through the air and crashes through the stall. You peek over to look at the body thrown into the stall before reeling back with distaste. Poor man had been bodily thrown and a plank has speared his chest. You hear the guard shout for you to run as your turn to face...

>A Harpy, Fast and Agile with wings that look to be clipped, yet her talons are sharp.
>A Minotaur, Strong and Enduring with bulging muscles and missing a horn from it's head.
>A Sphinx, Cunning and Wise as it's human face spews forth torrents of sand from it's maw!

As a heads up this is my first quest, so any feedback is appreciated.

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You are a criminal, awaiting trial you have been found by a hiker in the mountains and he recognised your face. You tried to run but he had a gun on him, so he has taken you to the police.

You are being over-watched by two police officers.
You can either:
Wait
or
Talk with the police, see what the charges are.

(*Talking will branch off*)

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You are a chef. You have been travelling west over several weeks on foot on a mixture of paved roads and dirt tracks, on a journey to visit your brother. So as to lessen the weight of your knapsack and preserve more space for your cooking equipment, as well as to practice your philosophy that food should be eaten fresh, you have decided not to carry any food with you on your journey and instead rely upon your own skill at foraging, identification and cooking.

You are on a dirt track in a broadleaf wood; it is a sunny day at around 5:00 PM. You have decided that it is time to prepare yourself dinner. You unpack your knapsack and check that all your equipment is still in good condition:

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You are Henry Smith, the year is 1938 and you have nothing but a small apartment, a typewriter and the memories left behind by the Great War.
You have been researching H.P Lovecraft, the pulp magazine "Screams in the Night" has hired you to write original works in Lovecraftian style. The pay is nominal, enough for rent and alcohol.
The real draw for you is writing out the horrors in your head. It's an output for you. The trenches, the kraut that stabbed out your eye and left your for dead. These memories keep you up at night and keep your typewriter churning

>Sanity:44
>Grit:99
>Intelligence:52

You are in your apartment in front of your typewriter. You are writing about a man in a confrontation with what you've taken to calling a "Dimensional Shambler" a horrible misshapen monster who appears and grabs men to take them to dimensions of darkness.

It's raining, your whiskey glass is empty. You can keep writing or you can
>Write in

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You believe you do not belong in the “worst of humanity” category that Parvaneh just mentioned. As a matter of fact, it wouldn't have been so unusual for bandits, thieves and assorted criminals to have enlisted in the Reconquista to escape justice. You weren't screened or anything when you decided to embark for the Shadow Marches, but then again you're not wanted anywhere in Nalesia. You've been a good girl, all considered.

To the centaur wizard, this is enough to form a connection between the two of you, or at least that's the look you feel she's giving you. Of course there's easily more than what she probably means in her eyes, which are still flickering with dancing licks of iridescent flame, giving her a striking presence that her body and apparel alone couldn't accomplish.

Bryld seems like she's quite enraptured by those eyes. You would have expected her to be mildly intimidated by this point, but maybe she has a strange taste for people.

And now you're sure that if you said that aloud and Tahenohan was around, she would've made a snarky comeback at you. And you'd have fully deserved it.

“You don't think exploration is just about treausre, do you?”, Bryld asks the centaur, somehow a bit disappointed to even think that.

“It would be a very inaccurate claim”, Parvaneh agrees, “But not incorrect. Treasure hunting is a renowed tradition, betrothed to every exploration effort since the dawn of time. Ours, I both suspect and hope, shan't be different”.

Bryld gives you a strange look. You shrug. You don't yet know how to feel about this. Sure, treasure is nice, but it would feel a bit disappointing for a cartographer to be told her efforts are really just noise compared to the rampant pillaging that really was the point all along. This you can understand, which is why her expression doesn't really surprise you.

“Is it just the two of you?”, the centaur wizard then asks, without even looking around to check: there's just a few children staring at you from a safe distance, “I suspect not. I would be delighted to meet the rest of your party”.

“It's not, there's three other people already”, you explain, “But they're not here. We'll meet by dinner at the recreational area, if you're interested”.

“I certainly am, my dear fellow”, she offers a wide smile and a horse curtsey, “May I ask to be excused so I can prepare for this adventure? I have some... Arrangements to do”.

“Please take your time, we're not in a hurry”, you assure her. As a matter of fact, you do not have any specific plan for this next endeavour of yours.

“Then I shall meet you at the appointed time, in the appointed place”, and she tips her wide-brimmed hat to you again, “Until then, my fellow”.

>Ask Bryld what to do next.
>Go look for Tahenohan and Julio.
>See if your father is in Maner yet.
>Go visit Nasir.
>Look for a priest.
>Other?

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You're on an island, In the middle of the sea. What do you intend to do?

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Lets have an old fashioned /b/ style civ thread

3 votes to chose race
2 votes to place

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Right before we get this started, I gotta know a few things.
>Are you a Soviet, American, or other?
>What's your name?
>Do you see yourself defecting anytime in the future?
>Do you value a large and powerful submarine over a smaller more agile one?
And that's about it.

I am NOT an expert at submersibles or submarine warfare. I'm just a guy who wants to make a quest about them

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Rolled 43 (1d100)

Eclipsed Moon Quest Episode 130
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


Brilliance envelopes you, distant imagery of stars and the endless cosmic expanse moves around and through you. Miles traveled and sights beyond their distance are open to your senses in the span of a moment as hands grasp your own. By left hand and right you are part of a closed circle of seven souls connected by magic and guided by the will of celestial bodies given flesh and self determination.

The weightlessness of your travel is cut short as you have body and mass again. You and the six other girls who form the circle, whose magic fueled intercontinental teleportation, each take a knee from the exertion. At your point of arrival, you are awaited.

A moment prior you had been in the catacomb bowels of France, a side exploration after shadowing the movements of the enemies whose actions have threatened this world...your world.

You are Mikage Chiba, second year highschool student fifteen years old, and formerly the third woman to carry the mantle as the Pretty Guardian in a Sailor Suit; the magical girl known as Sailor Moon. After a traumatic victory, you abandoned this identity inherited from your mother and older sister and left it to the hands of your younger sister, Koyomi.

Now, having come to terms with your past mistakes and misunderstandings, you have risen anew to protect your baby sister and her burgeoning court of new Sailor Guardians against an enemy tied to your family’s history in an ancient era long lost to modern humanity. Additionally in this time you have been dealing with issues of your own trauma schismed personality, repairing friendships you let drift away, acquiring new allies, and consolidating your own power.

In a past life your mother was Princess and heir to the magical power of the silver moon above while your father was Prince and awaiting heir to the magical power of the earth below. Though those yet fully realized, those powers are your own.

“Thank goodness you guys found her,” scoffs your Knight Marshall as she smooths out her sequin heavy black and silver uniform, pulling her mask free as she kneels beside the black and red haired woman to your right, “Keiko, you okay?”

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// Booting up ...
CONSOLE PROTOCOL START

"Good morning. What would you like to do today?"

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>Statistics: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=shipgirl+commander
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/DiceToTableTop

>OOC: Previously, on Shipgirl Commander >>176390

‘Akashi, they tried to get me to you; don’t drag her into this,’ You say seriously, moving yourself to get to your feet, but finding your shoulder – and your person, effectively – roughly shoved down with a hand and a glare from your attending physician, ‘I wanted to check on my team before I went to you for a check-up.’

‘Oh, and just when did you get this delusion that you were suddenly an expert on the matter of your injuries?’ Akashi’s eyes narrow, and you see the others shaking their head at you, as though you’d made it worse. ‘You wouldn’t be dragging yourself to the MASH in the first place if you thought that you could patch yourself up just as well, now, would you?’

Her tone is accusing now, and you can hardly blame her. Nonetheless, you’d promised yourself to defuse this situation before it got any worse, and defuse it you would – or rather, try to defuse it, anyway. You bring yourself to full height, despite the hand on your shoulder. You’re not being stubborn or dismissive of her actions, but you are insistent of your point.

‘Akashi,’ you say calmly with a small smile, ‘if I just barged into your office and demanded that you fixed me up… you would, I know that,’ she looks at you in confusion, but you nonetheless continue, ‘but if I did that, how’d you think it’d look?’

‘It’d look like it’d be you letting me do my job.’

‘It’d look like I’d be thinking that I’m a league higher than anyone else around here.’ He nods to the Vice-Admiral, who was frantically waving his hands and shooting a look at you that demanded you keep him out of it. ‘Akashi, you’re more than just my attending medic,’ you run a hand through your hair, ‘you’re in everyone’s attending medic.’ You smile at her again, hoping that pulled it off as well as it you believed it would. ‘I think a guy with bruises and cuts can wait at the back of line, right?’

‘I still think you should have come straight to me, you know.’ She grumbles, before smiling, giving your prosthetic a good pat. ‘I’d hate to think that I did all this for a guy who’d drop into trouble the moment he did a morning stretch.’

The whole room rings with coughs.

‘You’re a Commander, you know.’ Akashi says, touching your tender jaw with her delicate fingers. ‘Your health is as important to me as it is to this Base.’

Did the temperature just drop?

‘Come on, lie down.’ Akashi takes a bandage from her coat. ‘How’d this happen, anyway?’

>Lie
>Be truthful
>Joke about it

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Welcome back Ladies and Gentlemen to (probably) the longest ongoing quest on /qst/ with an astounding 15 recorded days of playtime so far!

Sarsarrum Karna the Liberator or Karna the Conqueror depending on who you ask, has sent out settlers, warriors and merchants to found 6 new cities on the fringes of Hindustan to spread our culture deep into these new territories and encourage the Hindus to adopt it.

Additionally, to prevent any further outside influences on our culture, Sarsarrum Karna has increased the time for compulsory education.

10 years for boys from age 10 to 20
4 years for girls from age 8 to 12
2 additional years after that for unwed and childless women from age 18 to 20

Education is also standardized to prevent educational gaps between different people from different parts of the Empire.

Due to the Carthaginian Exile of the Royal family during Hellenic occupation the Sarsarrum has learned about Stirrups, a small device attached to a horses' armor to give riders stability, enabling even heavy infantry to ride them safely.

The Stirrup is introduced in our Army, but not only that, we put them on all horses, making messengers travel much easier.

With this, a new road-system is put under construction within the heartland of the Empire, specifically for Horse-based messengers, who deliver messages to checkpoints , from which a new messenger keeps the delivery going until either the next checkpoint or it's destination.

Also, a road network in Hindustan is put under construction, to not only include the new Messenger ways, but also our 20ft broad Roads for commoners and the Army.

Since our Empire is so expansive, the Sarsarrum has figured that the only way for us to maintain is, is a high emphasis on mobility.

For this purpose, Karna has ordered his court-scholars and mathematicians to research new methods of transportation and how to maximize the speed with which we can relay messages across the Empire.

Thusfar, everything is stable, primarily due to the victory spirit going through the Empire right now, sooner or later however, some subjects might become discontent with the Empire, be it us being foreign occupators, or simply not able to meet all the societal demands. These things will gnaw at our stability.

How will we proceed from here?