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>>195054

*****

The hours drag by in a painful stupor, dreams smearing into reality so deeply you cannot tell them apart. You think you hear a young woman crying. The sounds of battle. A war chant carried by a hundred voices...

“Keje...” a voice calls to you. “Keje, wake up.”

The din of wind and war fades to echoes in your ears, and you lift your arm from your eyes to be greeted with darkness. Memories of the sarcophagus flood back into your mind, but you are anchored back to the now. You know that voice...

“Kirari,” you say her name. You feel a hand on your shoulder. “The others?” you ask.

“Still alive,” Dorje’s voice calls from beside you.

“Et...et kai...” you hear the merchant Royt say through winces of pain.

“And the native girl? Kiyya?” you ask the darkness.

Silence.

Kirari removes her hand from your shoulder, and a few heartbeats later the darkness retreats from a tiny, candle-like flame she holds in her cupped hands. Her soft features come into focus, bathed deeply in shadows that flicker with the arcane ember she carries in her palms. You look beyond her crouching figure and see the entranceway filled in, flooded with a mountain of sand. The opposite way, a narrow flight of stone steps descended deeper into the pitch darkness. Dorje sits up in the low-ceilinged passageway, bloodied but seemingly unhindered. The merchant is laying beside him, his tunic torn to bloody pieces but his breath still strong. When he sees the flame Kirari is holding, he turns pale and stares at her is disbelief. Clearly, magic is uncommon to his people.

Kiyya kneels at the sealed entrance, head buried in her hands. Her horse – Suna – still lies collapsed in the entryway, only its head still visible from beneath the sand pouring into the stairway. A bloody wound where the girl had caved the stallion’s skull in to end its suffering was prominent between its eyes. The girl said nothing as she mourned...she had long since run out of tears to shed.

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>(Nobility) Try to console the girl
>(Might) try to dig your way out
>Explore the descending stairs
>Write-in

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>>195055


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>Voting

Most posts will be narrative, with the player and QM working together to create a worthy story. Every post will provide at least one might-based, nobility-based, and artifice-based avenue if applicable to the situation, and write-ins are both permitted and encouraged. Players vote for their preferred option, with majority determining the final choice. However, in the case of especially critical events, called “trials,” fate will be given its due through the roll of dice.

>Trials

During trials, after the majority have chosen a course of action, the QM will then roll 1d10, add the player’s relevant Aspect (Might, Nobility, or Artifice), and add any relevant bonuses from items or context. If the resulting sum meets the trial’s threshold, the player succeeds. If the sum falls short of the threshold, the player fails. For each margin of 3 the player exceeds or fails the threshold by, the outcome will be more severe (either positive or negative). Poor rolls by players in combat trials are assigned as enemy hits.

The thresholds for each trial are known only by the QM, and are different for every option. Depending on the situation, one option or another will probably be easier than the others. Sneaking past the elite palace guard will be easier than fighting all of them. Killing the feral tribe of cannibals is probably easier than talking them down diplomatically. This could change, of course, if the player is particularly proficient with one Aspect and deficient in another. Perhaps your Artifice is so bad that Might is the better option for getting past those palace guard, after all. Players should consider which approach is most likely to succeed given both the context of the trial and the character’s own skillset.

>Criticals

A trial roll of 10 that passes the threshold is a critical success, and reaps additional benefits. Conversely, a 1 that fails the threshold is a critical failure, and has additional consequences. A 10 that fails to beat the threshold still fails, but the player receives some accommodation, insight, or unforeseen benefit in the attempt. Likewise, a 1 that passes the threshold succeeds, but with a minor hiccup or unforeseen complication.

>Damage

Damage dealt by an enemy is equal to half its Might score (rounding down), and is applied to a character’s weapons and armor first. Once all weapons and armor are damaged, excess damage is assigned to a random Aspect (M, N, or A) by rolling 1d3. That Aspect is permanently reduced by this damage until it is repurchased with XP. Should any Aspect reach 0, the character is crippled and incapacitated until 1 week of medical attention restores the first dot of each Aspect. If any Aspect falls below 0, the character suffers death.

>>195055
>Tell Kirari to keep an eye on Kiyya
>Explore the descending stairs

Let's see what's behind door number two.

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Other links, hopefully unnecessary but if you're interested here you go

>Australia
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/47227809/
>The Generals
http://pastebin.com/4ZEeWk7F
>Statesmen
http://pastebin.com/qCgQBDgr
>Hollywood
http://pastebin.com/2Bp49SEa
>Las Vegas
http://pastebin.com/ysD4JsRR
>Japan
http://pastebin.com/wz33giaC
>Germany
http://pastebin.com/pVweBM4F
>Generals' Villains
http://pastebin.com/gms0S8Vb
>Current Cape World thread
>>>/tg/47481992

You are Blue Cobalt. You are an alien powerhouse, very strong, seemingly invulnerable, and able to jump 4 miles into the air. You are the muscle of The Generals, no military affiliation, just "superheroes in general". You have the alien-you, the scientist, the science experiment, the weird magic guy, and last but certainly not least the sexy ninja lady.

In addition to your strength you are also very intelligent, though that is somewhat held back by your ignorance of Earth. Despite having lived here for some time you are still awkwardly learning many things about human relationships. However, you firmly believe that reading books on the subject will adequately serve as substitute for actual human interaction.

You are female, you are tall, you blue-both in color and in mood-and, most importantly, you are tired. Kept awake for hours of internal pondering why senpai steadfastly refuses to notice you, switching gaze between the six bare, spartan walls that make up your personal bunker-"bedroom", you've heard it called a couple times-you slowly find yourself finally falling asleep.

It would be a shame if the Generals hotline were to call right now...

>>194005
The hotline's gonna ring ain't it

>>194005
Forgot to mention, this quest will probably switch between characters, and, honestly, Trinity would have been a better character to start as.

But I didn't want to take away the optimal start from anyone who wants to to their own Cape World quest, which, again, I would be would be very happy to see.

You hear a distant ringing sound.

>Get up and investigate the issue

>Get up and yell at Doc to stop inventing this late at night

>Roll over and go back to sleep

>Smash your alarm and roll over and go back to sleep

>Something else, please feel free to suggest your own response, I'm not very experienced with this if you haven't noticed

>>194020
It could very easily just be the Doc fucking around, or your own alarm going off early.

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As you exit into the hall alongside your friend and companion, Profectus' voice draws your attention away from the servant nervously watching you out of the corner of her eye. "You know, Mik. Speaking of forms of magic which aren't easily categorized-"

"We probably shouldn't speak of them so openly in public, I agree." You cut him off before he's able to publicly declare you've revived enchanting or name you a master of lost arts which seldom few know existed in the first place. He glances towards the servant, a nod his only acknowledgement of what you've said.

As the two of you begin to navigate the halls, Profectus' voice drops to a whisper. "No, but seriously. Why don't you do anything substantive with what you've come to understand? I mean, it kind of seems like you've only used it to create trinkets."

"I'm not really sure." You admit, sighing wearily. "Lack of necessity and ideas, I suppose. I've been toying with a few ideas though. Making a ring to expand the mind, or a weapon of some sort to shoot lightening. I think both would be fairly simple artifacts to make, but I worry they may need to be further refined before I actually attempt to create them. Obviously I'd need some method of controlling the lightening weapon, I was thinking vys could work. Perhaps some sort of elaborate construction similar to my pistol whereby depressing a trigger presses a mark rune to an array activated by mark, thus firing the weapon. I feel I would need Skull Kid's assistance in constructing such a weapon in a manner that doesn't shock the user."

Profectus nods his head appreciatively. "Alright, lightning guns sound useful. I could get behind that. All I'm saying, Mik, is that you've been given a gift that you've hardly used." He can see your obvious rebuttal, and begs you hold your tongue. "I know, I know. I'm hardly one to talk. I at least recognize my laziness for what it is."

As much as you hate to admit it, he has a point. You still dig your elbow into his arm. Not hard enough to cause any real harm, but he feigns hurt nonetheless. "Perhaps I'll let you test my creations then, if you're so eager for me to put what I've learned to good use."

He shrugs his shoulders, stone hand rubbing his upper arm. "I wouldn't mind that. Gods know it wouldn't be the first time, and I imagine your artifacts would require a lot less bodily harm than the ones currently attached to me."

(1/3)

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You fall into a comfortable silence following that conversation. Your walk through the castle is brief and uninterrupted. For some reason most of the servants seem to be actively avoiding you, one going so far as to duck into a slave's passage the very moment you stepped into the hall. You don't really consider your new appearance that frightening, and your companions don't seem to mind it either. Granted your group of friends probably aren't a good metric by which to judge the opinions of the wider populace. Especially considering that half of them cling to the societal mores of a civilization long dead.

You emerge into the courtyard to find Darzi already waiting for you, dressed in loose fitting pants and having forgone a shirt in favor of a simple cloth wrap around her breast. You allow yourself a moment to admire her as she moves through the ninety-three forms of Marsala Ve. It's strange to think that only a few months ago, seeing her bare this much skin would be unthinkable. So insecure was she regarding her scars. Now she wears the scattered collections of puckered flesh which crawl their way across her forearms as badges of honor.

Then you realize that Profectus is admiring her in much the same way you are, and jealousy rears its ugly head. You remind yourself that he likely isn't aware of the relationship between the two of you, and that Darzi would never debase herself with an elf, but it bothers you nonetheless.

“You should probably stretch, Mikhael.” Darzi's voice serves to remind you why you're here. She currently stands posed upon one foot, her other stretched nearly vertically in the air. “I don't plan on treating you gently.”

With a reluctant sigh you remove your cloak and fold it neatly, setting it aside for the time being. Then you take up your position at the opposite end of the courtyard and begin to run through your own forms. Where as Darzi moves through each stance slowly and methodically, every muscle carefully controlled, you tend to prefer more explosive burst of movement. After all in actual combat you're not going to be lightly tapping your opponents.

Profectus takes a seat on the rim of a fountain, watching passively while he enjoys that flatbread wrap creation of his. “You know,” He pauses to swallow his mouthful of meat and bread. “I never quite understood why you Samjan have to get all theatrical with your combat. We never did anything nearly this elaborate in training. Just had some wicker shields and wooden swords and we'd beat the crap out of each other.”

(2/3)

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“Perhaps that is why the soldiers of Rhynia are infamous for their inability to act independently.” Darzi shoots back, her arm gliding slowly forward as though to strike with the elbow. “You are not trained to fight as an individual but as a group. A philosophy with its own benefits and drawbacks, but one which we have never shared.”

Prof finishes off the last of his breakfast before offering a reply. “Well it certainly served us well, considering we conquered nearly the whole of Northern Hiacia. Personal skill doesn't matter much on a battlefield, after all. When ten thousand men clash discipline wins the day.”

You frown, slipping easily back into the first form after a sweeping kick. “It's not like the Rhynian Empire managed to keep their territorial gains. For the vast majority of the war the Fortress of Eshnuk served as the border between Rhynia and Hiacia. There are notably few examples of expansion beyond, limited to the rule of but a single Emperor and lost during the reign of his successor.”

You finish running through each of the ninety-three forms only moments after Darzi managed the same, despite her initial head start. With that out of the way you turn to face one another, bowing low as a sign of respect. It seems Darzi intends to spar traditionally, judging by the fact she immediately falls into her stance, but you were under the impression that you'd be meditating upon forms first.

>You'd actually prefer to meditate using a different method, like Meditation upon Reality, so this works out perfectly.
>Suggest getting the meditation out of the way before you start throwing one another around the courtyard.
>If you spar first, Meditation upon Forms could serve as a way to relax afterwards.
>Write-in

>>185244
Expand in India, if successful maybe try to absorb our military focused Indian ally and give them a important role in our military.

>>185303
do you really think it's a smart idea to just never stop expanding?

>>185318
Smart? Maybe.

Fun. Definitely.

Previous thread, and its story
>>181070

>>185560
It gains the ability to attack similar to a mantis shrimp punch allowing it to devastate enemys and the environment.

>>185567
The simple zerg larva grows a pair on it's upper body, two compressed bony structures, able to flick out and strike it's prey with incredible armor-shattering force,
the new organ is mounted on the middle of its chest area

DAY 5: END

DAY 6: BEGIN

It seems you dozed off at your desk, penning the final copy of your masterpiece of a script. Checking the clock on your wall you notice that it's 8 AM. You're late for breakfast! You shower and dress in a matter of mere minutes and charge out the door. When you arrive at the dining hall, there's no one there. Of course, that makes sense. After all, the others met up for breakfast an hour ago. They're probably somewhere around here. Of course, you haven't eaten yet...

>What do you do?

>>197071
Grab an apple, do a little monologue of being late and look for your friends.

>>197071
Eat some pop tarts

>>196613
Look in mirror so we know our gender, looks, etc.

Also, why are we here?

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>Look in mirror so we know our gender, looks, etc.
You have no mirror, but perhaps a sideways photo will do. You are an average-looking guy about 20 years old. You have been cursed with poor eyesight, so you wear glasses. You are told that adventurers wear Edgy Black Shirts.

>Also, why are we here?
Ever since you can remember, you have yearned for adventure and the feel of the open road. D&D taught you that it's really not that hard, and you get lots of gold along the way! And it feels right. It feels important that you go.

>>196651
What's in our inventory and backpack?

>>193273
Girlfriend in a can

>>193295
girlfriend in a can
i dunno, but i kinda like it we might stick with it what are the side effects?

7s 2s and 0s decide

>>193305
Loss of income, allergies to cans, and uncontrollable flatulence.

>>195894
>Kidnap someone who knows how airships work
A female please

>>196109
This

>>196109
>Kidnap someone who knows how airships work. Preferably female.

You look out over the side of the airship and examine the port. This port is used for both airships and traditional marine ships and there is a very active market. Basing your decision on analysis of their facial structure, bust and clothing; you judge that you can see several human females within close distance of you.


>Human female #1
>~Age: 16 years old
>Status: Shopping at merchant stall

>Human female #2
>~Age: 65 years old
>Status: Sitting on bench

>Human female #3
>~Age: 40 years old
>Status: Walking along water's edge

>Human [unidentified sex] #1
>~Age: 12 years old
>Status: Standing by water's edge. Possibly looking at you.

>Leave the airship and approach a human female. Which one?
>Stay in the airship and continue to observe the port and look for human females

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>>193238

You knew that the Red Witch was going to trade off Tizona - the only weapon that could kill a Witch, to someone from 'Glitter Island', which was guarded by the Nalcor - a gigantic mech who is stranded on the island.

The problem with Glitter island was that Nalcor. Apparently, Glitter Island got that name from the graveyard of mechs that surround it, enemies which the Nalcor had defeated.

But why would the Red Witch want to sell off the only item that can kill her, given her obsession with her own survival and immortality?

It was a question you mulled on in Pampi's hut, as you ate lunch - chicken with cucumbers. No sauce, no dressings, just that. Titan cuisine was rather bland, but you've gotten somewhat used to it already.

You noticed that there was an odd, muffled sound coming from that new choker Pampi made for herself, when she poked it, and she was poking it a lot recently. It was like a suction cup being attached and detached or something - you couldn't hear it too well.

"Can I clone you?" Pampi then asked, out of the blue. Her pupils turned into hearts as she looked at you, as they had recently developed to do.

"What?" you muttered into the piece of chicken you were putting into your mouth as you blinked. You pulled it out and looked at her. "Clone? Why?"

"J-Just say yes or no!" she chuckled, uneasily. "And, it wouldn't be full cloning, that would take way too long to grow and harvest, not to mention like, I'd have to use up so much material just to make something like that..."

She was right. Harvesting skin like you've done for the Demon Box was fairly easy, but things more complex than that were more troublesome.

"...But anyways! Y-yes or no?" she finalized, looking at you with pleading eyes as she started to knead that choker of hers into her neck with two fingers.

Cloning?
>Sure, no problem.
>No. It's out of the question.

Her new choker
>Ask her about what it is, it's important.
>Ask her about it, but don't try to insist if she is reluctant to answer.
>Don't bring it up.

>Write in

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Flamel's didn't work out?

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>184063
Get industrial soap, upgrade it to +2, get fancy soap. Wash him with the industrial stuff first to get the smell thoroughly off and then fancy him up with the expensive stuff.

>>184063
Grab the duck soap and check for some shampoo.

>>184063
How much money do we have left?

>>197007
>You are:
Currently wondering why you have a copy of this thread up on /tg/ as well.

>>197019
Mainly because I posted it, then realized that there was a quest board.

>>197007
>A wageslave, working for a nondescript company, in a nondescript office, at a nondescript cubicle.

>>193197
Bob equips his pistol and shoots the guard.

>>193197
shoot the guard

>>193197
bob lovingly caresses the guard

In total your tribe is 16 people of various groups and backgrounds, living out of a wooden fort built around a cave, near the edge of a large lake in the middle of a forested region. You have the beginnings of some crops as well as a number of domesticated animals. Because of everyone being busy and good organizational skills, the tribe is well stocked and has many provisions. This helps for when every two weeks, a group from a larger nearby tribe comes for tribute with the promise of protection.

A couple months ago you ambushed and killed most of one of their tribute parties, imprisoned the rest, though you were able to pass it off more or less as the work of evil spirits. Moving forward now, it seems you ran afoul of some raiders coming to the region.

>Previous thread

boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/156461

Will be continuing play from the previous thread where it left off, will back link for clarity.

>Also for anyone in the previous thread, if you care to link any other pertinent info or statistics, that would be greatly appreciated.

I have redone the population statistics.

Population total = 16
>>183735
Hey it's me, the numbers guy who apologises for slight inaccuracies. Caused by me accounting for a child twice.

Now to the stats;

Culture percentages; (Enslaved populations are treated as a separate culture)

Original tribe = 37.5 %
Lumpar tribe = 12.5 %
Enslaved Lumpar tribe = 18.75 %
Nomad tribe = 25.0 %
Enslaved Raider tribe = 6.25 %

Next gender (Including children/babies) percentage male = 37.5 % male

Percentage enslaved = 25 % (3/4 of whom are Lumpar)

I'll vote in a separate post

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>>191411
The Dungeon itself is in decent shape.

There are some interesting rooms going on and we have a builder now to get the Miniboss up and going.

We also unlocked some new things.
Here's a list of stuff I've been told.

Assets

G:392
Runes: 6
Mana: 26
Staff: 4
Army: 11

===Items===
Chests: G10
Food: Good- G10, Excellent- G20

===Basic Units===
Builder: Can build rooms. Can also construct hallways for the dungeon and fill any space with basic traps. G-500 BOUGHT
Cook: Cooks food. Boosts morale for other units. G-200 (Kitchen Required) BOUGHT
Dungeoneer: Builds magical traps and manages the Army. Can also infuse demons with more runes. G-300 (Barracks required)

===Advance Units===
Archiver: Upgrade to Librarian. Can transmute runes. G-800
(More to be unlocked)

===Basic Rooms===
Kitchen: G-200 BOUGHT
Barracks: G200 BOUGHT
Empty Room: G50
Treasure Room: G100

===Advance Rooms===
Mini-Boss Room: G100
Final Boss Room: G1000
False Final Boss Room: G500 (Must contain a trap of some kind)
Trapped Room: G75 (Requires Builder)
Magical Trap: G100 (Requires Dungeoneer)
False Wall: G25 (Requires Dungeoneer)

Note: Rooms are furnished with the bare minimum. They can be enhanced with runes.

===Demon Summons===
Unlocked:
Slime: 1 Water Rune
Big Slime: 2 Water Runes
Royal Jelly: 1 Fancy 1 Water
Comfy Slime: 1 Comfy 1 Water
Mud Slime: 1 Water 1 Earth

Ice Elemental: 2 Water

Mimic: 1 Container

Cleric Plant: 1 Comfy 1 Fancy 1 Wood

==Miniboss==
Royal Slime Knight: 1 Water 1 Fancy 1 Sword 1 Metal

===Spells===
Unlocked:
Audit: Takes 1 item from target. 20 Mana
Calculate: Tells the worth of target. 10 Mana
Multiply: Temporarily creates a copy of an object. 20 Mana
Bankrupcy: Target loses all items. 100 Mana
Summon Lawyers: Summons a lawyer to distract target. 20 Mana.

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>>191415
And even though everything is going well.
It just seems so hectic.

How do people live like this?
All the noise
All the movement.

I liked my other job. I could just sit at my desk, do paperwork.
Occasionally I would go out and audit some people.

I saw a Mimic eat a Slime today.
That's just not something I normally see.

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"The one constant through all the years has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past. It reminds us of all that once was good, and what could be again."