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>>1661464
> “Come on, tell me what your nightmare was about.”

>>1661464
>“Come on, tell me what your nightmare was about."

>>1661464
> “Come on, tell me what your nightmare was about.”

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Finally time to get that sweet sweet VENGENCE

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After a moment, Fairchild's remaining soldiers follow her, trooping behind her in a desultory gaggle quite unlike the crisp formation they had when they arrived. Perhaps no one wants to be the closest to her right now.

“Let us speak again after this matter is resolved. Perhaps at the concert?” Asim suggests.

You just nod, your mind already a full day ahead of everyone else. You can practically feel the Knuckle Kaiser tearing Cabot apart already, but fortunately Rosita is considerably more politic.

“You won't be able to hear a thing over Lysa and I.” She jokes, “...But after that, I'm sure Roarke will be feeling more calm and we can do...whatever it is the League actually does besides bothering us here in the Belt.”

“We'll have a meeting to discuss the state of the war, most likely.” General Hatsheput chimes in. “I can't promise anything, new orders may come down the pipe, especially if the Chairman really is going to appoint a War Marshall. I can, however, tell you that the most likely course of action is that you're asked to send a token force along with the next offensive against Avalon as proof of alliance. Getting your banner on JNN would send a strong message to the people of the United Jovian Colonies. I don't expect Fairchild will be very happy about this, and I don't want to speculate at her emotional state after the duel...but I don't see how we can keep her out of this. Like her or not, she has a lot of power, a lot of soldiers, and a lot of sway over the war effort right now.”

“You're both awfully confident that he'll win. What happens if he loses? Hypothetically speaking, of course, is there still a Phaeton? Who would be in charge of it?” Colonel Luxol, the one you gather is one of the Chairman's sons or something, inquires, “Major Cabot is quite the skilled pilot according to my sources, and whatever this Nightmare is, it's going to be of SOUL quality at minimum.”

“You mean you don't know what it is?” You notice his insignia, “Aren't you with SOUL?”

Colonel Luxol smiles and shrugs, “General Fairchild isn't exactly the most forthcoming woman, what goes on in the mechbays of her personal battleship are something even I'm not privy to. Colonel Stern, sir?” He turns to the other Colonel.

[Continued]

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>>1661875

>>1666347
You're so full of the fuzzies at the thought of returning to the Chapterhouse that, as you translate back into normal space at the heliopause of the Avalon system, you actually miss the first anomaly. You've already lit your drives to skirt the edge of the system to the next transit point when you get around to checking the single inhabited world in this system, as you have once a month since you started your patrol pattern through this sector of space. It takes you a minute, but you realise that the world, Avalon, has almost no orbital debris, and you can see no sign of the crude, almost ramshackle orbital structures that its inhabitants have managed to construct. In fact, there's no sign of any activity in the local asteroid belt, either. The first time you saw it, it made you proud to see a world of humanity bootstrapping themselves up and establishing a presence of space again, but now... from the edge of the system, with light that is already a good 12 hours old by the time it reaches you, Avalon looks as dead as a tomb. You'd shiver, if you had skin and not deckplates.

>Something is clearly wrong. You should make best time for the colony, to give whatever help you can.
>Something is clearly wrong. You should head for the colony, but take your time, slow and quiet, just in case.
>Something is clearly wrong. You should return to the Chapterhouse as soon as possible, to let the Grand Master know.
>Whether something has happened or not, it's not your business. You should stick to your patrol route, and see what's happened the next time you come back into the system.

>Whether something has happened or not, it's not your business. You should stick to your patrol route, and see what's happened the next time you come back into the system.

>>1666350
>slow and quite towards the world. Something is wrong

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Kissing! http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/574453/

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>Ryukusa's Treasures

Her name: Ryuu Yorihokura

Rie, the God's Eye Nekomata that protects your Family.

Matagama-no-Shitoki, a necklace kami in its own right that protects Ryukusa from inimical magic.

Ame-no-Omukade-no-Musume – Ryukusa's mukade possessed wakizashi; a kami. “Daughter of my Centipede of Rain.”

Gendai-no-Muteki-no-Buki - Invincible Weapon of the Present Age, a secret kami-blade given to Ryukusa by Wakaba that appears to be made of some alloy of titanium.

Seido-no-Shinpi-Tekina-Ken – a mysterious bronze sword given to Ryukusa by the mermaids of Japan; actually found to be the legendary blade Ame-no-Ohabari.

Go-Yurei-no-Rensa, the Five-Ghost-Chain, used to summon or send messages to your (actual) older sister Ryuu Nabiki.

Her Penthouse in the Secret Apartments of Tsathoggua in Shikoku prefecture, Tokyo.

Shikoku Naya, her fashion teacher and seamstress.

Hisaka Subaru, her weaver and dressmaking teacher.

Ryukusa's Family.

>Talismans:
Akari – Black Jade Centipede (Mukade)
Er Yin – Black Jade Scorpion (Sasori)
Kiki – Black Jade Toad (Hikigaeru)
Kiku – Black Jade Lizard (Tokage)
Yui – Black Jade Snake (Hebi)
Inau – Black Coral Ear Cuff (Amatsukami)

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Ryuu Ryukusa is tall at 5' 8"; 6' in her true form. She is fully grown. Lesbian top.
Matagama Kiku is 4' 1” for ever and ever. Lesbian submissive.
Ryuu Akari is 5' 3" and has another few inches to grow. Sexuality is weird, switch, cosplayer.
Ryuu Yui is 6' 3” and will only grow due to circumstances beyond her control. Dyke, switch.
Ryuu Kiki is 5' 6" and is at full growth. Bisexual bottom.
Er Yin Long is the tall at 5' 10" and is fully grown. Lesbian dominant.
Ryuu Jinyuu is 5' 7" but persistently hovers an extra three inches. Straight.
Hinata-hakase is 6' 3". Sexuality is terrifying.
Hidesato is 5' 5". Straight.
Kushinada is 5' 8". Straighter.
Taisho Ryoga is 5' 9". Who knows.
Hyun Chisato is 5' 4” and is fully grown. Lolicon with plausible deniability.
Rie, just Rie, is 8” tall or 5' 5” and is fully cat. Her sexuality is cat.
Hagyu Genso is 12' 5” standing upright. He is by and large gay.
Mizumi Shoko is 7' 2” is fully grown. Bisexual top.
Yuuhi is 4'11” and is fully grown. Yuuhi a cute.
Tokei Isusangi, Inau-kun is 5' 3” and still confused.
Reiha is 5' 5 1/2” and is milfy.
Peta is 3' 2” Peta is \>.</ aka Her Most Imperial Highness Patanjali Piri Yokuhime Kuronogitsune Pa
Detective-san aka Mugon Chujo is fully grown at 5'11” and straight.
Kenji Soomi is 5' 4” and gothic lolita.
Musumi Kanako is 5' 6.5” and is pretty straight.
Hebiki Naoto is 5' 9” and belligerently omnivorous, sexually. You hope only sexually.
Kodachi Umetsume is 5' 4” and fully grown. Practicing asexual.
Melinda Blitzenberg is scattered to the winds and blessed in death.
Toshida Ginka is 5” 3” and fully grown. Turtles have a reputation.
Ryuu Wakaba is a head shorter and also deceased.
Margaret Steinhausen is gratefully dead.
Ryuu Sakumo is dead and spread far and wide.
Ryuu Nabiki is 5' 3” and fully transformed. Embarrassingly straight.
Ryuu Shinju is 4' 11” and fully grown. She is coy, maybe a dodomeki-child.
Ryuu Himeyuri is 5' 5” and is supposedly straight.
Ryuu Fuuta is 5' 6” and slightly less soft.
Kaga Kei is 5' 4” and fully grown. Might be experimental.
Kyubi-san is 6' 3” and fully grown. Hard to say.
Hisaka Subaru is 5' tall and 9' tall, and peculiar as all get out.
Shikoku Naya is 5' 4" (not including heels) and is fully grown. Entirely flexible.

>>1666192
>[x] Not really....
Then she wouldn't have wives, after all.

Orange rays from the setting sun pierced the forest canopy as you dismounted Tim's wholly inefficient workbeast. It was rapidly approaching night, and the coming darkness such a time implied could only be a scant few steps behind this warm ambience.

"Irue, you want to take it from here?"

You had chosen to disregard any attempts to confront the other potential scouts of Luna's Dominion, instead dedicating what little time you had left towards intercepting their main body. It was a gamble; One made with your lives, and theirs. Everything you had experienced in this false world until now told you that these people were anything but your ally. What purported itself as a delegate for the Shrine was little more than a squad tasked with the subjugation of Dryad's Dominion, and all those associated with it.

Though you could likely hazard it had something to do with the Dead Zones which had proliferated East Heaven, their motivation towards such a drastic action still eluded you... At this point, you could only spare a moment to wonder if it even mattered. Before you had been drawn into this elaborate lie, the existence of a Shrine to Dryad had been a complete blindspot in your studies - One which only served to widen the gaping void of uncertainty created by the revelation of the 8th Mana itself.. And your apparent connection to it.

"Elly, can you keep track of their movements from here?" You turn back to the shy woman who rather uncomfortably wore the title of Dryad's Representative. An individual who stood as a favorite among the favored; Whole heartedly beloved by a Mana whose tenets emphasized its affections. She was...

"Yes! I think I can. It will be much easier than searching for them was, at least.... Probably."

...Not a reassuring person to rely on, even in the best of circumstances.

"Tell me if you notice anything unusual." A quick acknowledgement is enough to spur the timid representative to work, while you make yourself comfortable in the duskborne shadow of the evening wood, fingers drifting habitually towards the familiar surface of your late sister's bracelet. More than an heirloom, it had proven a powerful relic in its own right... Even if its powers, and indeed even its origin, remained a mystery to you.

While you can't claim that your repeated blind usage of it had been without a price, as every time you could recall having invoked its latent abilities inevitably ended in some manner of localized disaster, it had given you at least a passing familiarity with the accessory. Knowledge gained from trial and error, which provided ever more of a foothold onto controlling it.

In this fake world, the Mana had responded to you whole heartedly from the moment you had called out to them. A fact which you suppose was a testament to how far this strange place would go to make those who wandered into it believe it was real... And ironically, the one thing which had convinced you more than anything that it wasn't. You had spent no little effort growing up trying to coax a response from the Mana and found only silence to meet your pleas; Cynical though it may be, you held no delusions to their sudden responsiveness being the result of a change of heart.

However what you needed now wasn't a hollow imitation. Even on this fictional stage, there was a source to be scoured for a genuine Mana's presence. A tome of memories locked away, and a sickening feeling of self-revulsion. Your every failing, the doubt which accompanied each misstep, and the fear that made you question whether it was worth even trying.

You felt your wrist warm as the familiar downward spiral took root, and you offered up a silent apology to the one you had failed. It was a futile gesture, one which garnered no response... For reasons you felt the weight of all too heavily.

You inhaled the woodland air, and exhaled Shade.

Shade was many things. Insecurity, fear, trepidation... The incarnation of each and every pitfall within your mind. A nigh invisible and illogical force that could never-the-less render you frozen and impotent. It was brutal, and unforgiving, ever poised with its tendrils wrapped tightly about your throat. It was a test, a trial, and a tribulation... And ultimately, Shade was something which would never abandon you.

When you had first arrived, you had thought to marshall Shade's influence to ward off the pressure and headache that had imposed itself upon you. Where before it had lent a gravity to your presence, now you sought more from it. You needed more than weight, more than an insulation from the world attempting to close in around you.

"Irue?" Tim's voice warbled out, as if muddled through a wall of water. "Do I want to know what you've been up to pick up that trick...?" He continued nervously.

You opened your eyes to a world of gray, awash with the silhouettes of people and things which no longer held their features. Shifting and immaterial caricatures that tried to pass themselves off as genuine.

"It's not something I like to talk about." You reply shortly, reaching out to take the shadowy limb of who you assumed to be Tim - Only for it to distort around your hand as if you had tried to grasp smoke. You stared at your hand for a few moments in wonder, clenching your fingers tentatively.

What else were you expecting? To reinforce your own sense of self, to close yourself off from the world and assert your presence... Your mind felt clear, unimpeded by the subtle machinations and suggestions which had served to layer detail and meaning onto the shadows around you. That disassociation rendered you aware of your status as the sole corporeal actor in this play of shadowy puppets.

"Have there been any changes?" You set the uneasiness aside while climbing to a stand.

"It seems like they're settling down for the night..." Elly reported conservatively, "What should we do?"

You were as prepared now as you'd likely ever be.

>Confront them on your own
>Observe through the night
>Send Tim or Elly to talk to them
>Other? (write-in)

>>1659535
>Pip
Afternoon Smiley

>>1659535
>>Pip
Our last infiltration went well enough, hopefully she won't some of her tail this time

>writing

First

The wind blows through the now-lifeless berg, the only sound to be heard as the only two living creatures in the area stare one-another down.

Piccolo looks understandably horrified by what he's just witnessed. From your spot on the Lookout, you feel quite sick to your stomach from the spectacle. That thing, on the other hand, continues to look toward the Namekian with that disgusting smile of his. Just looking at it makes you squirm. Even without having just observed him suck the life out of a human being with that terrifying tail, you'd be able to tell there's something very wrong with the creature from one look at its hideous face.

"Tofoo," Popo's voice cuts into the vision. "What's happened? Is Kami-I mean, is Piccolo okay?"

>A. For now

>B. Some kind of monster just appeared

>C. You can finally see what had Kami so worried

>D. Don't answer

>E. Keep watching

>F. Tell Popo that you need to go help right away

>G. Something else

>>1663375
go to work
you need money for weeb shit m8

>>1663375
Go to work

Dragon gets ready to go to work. he has a shower and eats breakfast and then calls a cab. as he arrives at work he thinks about how crappy day his day will be. he walks in to work and sits down at his desk. after hours of mindless working dragon decides he needs lunch. he walks down to the cafeteria and orders a sandwich. as he sits down he sees his boss walking towards him. "What are you doing eating instead of working?" he says. "I was hungry" dragon says. "I don't care if your hungry. you need to finish those reports by tonight so get of your ass and get to work
Choices: 1: Get back to work
2: Continue eating

>>1659424
>> [DETERMINATION] Keep it up 3d20 sealing

>>1659424
>> [PRIDE] Final push. Roll 4d20 instead of 3d20. If you don't seal this turn lose one turn of sealing.

>>1659424
>[DETERMINATION] Keep it up 3d20 sealing

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The map of the area, as of your current knowledge, for reference.

This seems like a fun quest. I'll lurk and observe. I like the pip boy styled map

>>1659381
while you're waiting for this to kick off you should skim the last two threads, there's alot of important info

>>1666477
>>>/tg/

>>1661296
>Name, write in
>You are a gamer; a shut in who spent their time roaming and adventuring in the virtual worlds of your games to escape the very physical world. Your experience with controlling things by proxy has given you an innate ability to do so in the physical world. Delicate, small, and precise movements and actions will come to you much easier. With practice you could do the most delicate operations with a simple thought and a bit of time.
>You are a philosopher; well a better way to put it is you were a drop out. You saw through the factory that was public education and decided to simply step away from all it. You tend to be more of a big picture guy and are able to visualize things around you much easier, your range with your ability is farther reaching and can be extended with ease. You are even skilled with controlling things you can’t see if you know they exist.
>You are a scholar; well you may be a bit young for that. But your will to succeed in anything and everything you do is much higher than most. You were always one to give something your 100% even if it seemed hopeless. You have a much easier time focusing and putting your mind to something, while exerting your mind on the physical world you tend to find brute force tasks such as moving heavier objects or stopping faster objects simple. Though, precision and delicacy may be a problem at times.
>Origin, write in

Name: Fredrick
Background: Philosopher
School is just another place for the weakwilled and gullible all you do is listen. But Fredrick has discovered that it is more important to make up your own mind and for your own opinions about life rather then being brainwashed into thinking 2 Dimensionally

>>1661327
Supporting

>1.
The Ghoul and Zombies charge into the cluster of armed and furious Majadin. Hatchets and cudgels spark against daggers and curved swords. The ghouls long, knifelike claws shred silk and slash flesh. The ferocity of the assault would break lesser men.

The Majadin however, are not lesser men. They hold firm, slashing back, opening great, gaping wounds in the Zombies flesh. One tumbles back, jaw working dumbly at the long dagger jutting from its eye. Even the ferocious ghoul screeches in furious pain as its pallid flesh is split under a heavy sword stroke

>19. Watch your back.

The Majadin are so engrossed in their defense from the front that they forget about the undead that just gelded their leader. You remind them of your presence.

Your spearhead punches through the back of a Majadin guard, the bloodied point emerging from his breastbone. With a twist and a wrench it is free, cutting through the air again to sink into the underside of a Merchants arm, blood spraying the ground from a severed vein. You turn, spinning the shaft and bringing the heavy butt across the side of a thirds head, the dense wood forcing the skull to yield.

>1 Zombie killed
>2 zombies moderately wounded
>Ghoul moderately wounded

>3 Majadin Killed

>5 Zombies, 1 Ghoul and 1 Risen vs 4 Majadin

>Full attack!

>Surround them

>Fight defensively

>Other

Rolled 6, 17 = 23 (2d20)

>>1659244
>Full attack!

>>1659244
>Full Attack!
Press the offensive, we have time for dying later!

Important links:

The story so far (Get up to speed, quick!)
>https://pastebin.com/54Vfvsff

Archive
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dark+Empire

Pastebin for info dumps
>https://pastebin.com/u/Timekiller21

Twitter feed I use to announce planned game times.
>https://twitter.com/DarkEmpireQuest

This is the map system I use for planning
>http://www.swgalaxymap.com/

And this is a gold mine resource for Star wars info, take with a grain of salt since this universe follows its own continuity.
>http://starwars.wikia.com/

I allow between ten and twenty minutes for voting depending on the importance of the issue and how divided the vote is. If the vote is tied up, I usually allow an extra five minutes for a tie breaker, and if no one votes, I roll for the tie breaker (The will of the dark side).

I always try to incorporate (and encourage!) write ins if they don't violate the spirit of voted decisions, though I may edit or tweak them to fit better.

I also am always open for questions. I'll just ask that they stay relevant to current events in the quest, or at least the near future.

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"Commander," Lieutenant Bastra, your new Executive Officer, calls from the doorway to your ready room. "The captains are assembled in the forward conference room.

"Thank you, lieutenant." you lay down the datapad you'd been studying. Admiral Lobkin, in your private meeting with him, had told you that this attack on the Yevetha, Operation Strike Hammer, was almost an ad hoc execution. That was abundantly clear to you by the outdated fighter compliments your division carried. While most of the forces of the Empire flew Tie Avengers and Shadow Droids, those from the Brentaal Protectorate, now reintegrated with the Empire, still carry Tie/Lns, with no time to have them upgraded or replaced. You just hoped the Yevetha were similarly ill-equipped.

"Should you like me to accompany you to the meeting, ma'am?" Bastra asks.

>Yes
>No

>>1659470
>Yes
You served with some of these folks don't you? Tell me anything interesting about some of them

died.

>>1665897
Unfortunately, as engaging as the Parable of John would be, and as much as I want it to be on here, I'm afraid that the group Role play and narrative style puts it firmly in the realm of Quests.

>>1665899
Oh go collapse into a Vorpal Sphere of Annihilation.