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>>126694
>seduce major spirit

>>126795
This

Also link to last part?

>>126694
>seduce major spirit

Search nearby for cows

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>>126213
You found a desiccated cow. It may belong to somebody, but it's more likely that is was weak and has been left to die on its own.

Ask the snake where we can get some food.
If snake isn't helpful eat the snake

>>125890
Are we picking up where we left off? I think we had just successfully rolled to persuade the Dwarves from demolishing the temple.

>>125936
Yes we are, I'll copy the previous post and continue from there

Gwyn thought for a moment before telling the creature the truth, well most of it. He left out his being a homunculus specifically, hoping that his conversation partner did not know what a homunculus was. The bearded man seemed pleased with his answer, calling him a "man" as he slapped his arm, a bit hard for Gwyn's liking. The creature informed Gwyn that he and his men were dwarves, hailing from the mountain halls to the east. He continued on to say that they had come here to dismantle the elven temple and return with what riches they could.

A) Persuade otherwise (45< success, 44>30 partial success, 29> catastrophe)
B) Agree
C) Other


Resources
Food: 25 units
Time: Morning

Population: 3 Male homunculus+2 female homunculus+ Gwyn

Tools: Ruined laboratory

Resources: 30 units of wood, 20 units of stone, 2 units of metal, 1 mana crystal


That was the last post, Goodnight guys and thanks for your patience as well as being in my story, I'll see you tomorrow!

>>124786
Aussie land to start in

Let's start in Niger

I pick the A: Danube River in Europe

>Do you need me to retype my civ or do you already have it?

Name: Carlyle Cullen
Reason: At a young age you entered a bathroom to find it occupied by a thirty year old man taking a dump. You quickly ran out and waited by the door. After 35 minutes you checked the bathroom again because you were about to shit yourself
>no one was in the bathroom
You've been after the shitter-ghost ever since.
Invaluable skill: Deduction motherfucka, you take the time to notice small details and derive larger facts from them
Boon: No fear. Your fight or flight mechanism is apparently broken.
Gear: a video camera, one of those nice ones that has several different recording options including FLIR and night vision.

Dr Jakob Mulder a 15 year old genius who's parents were murdered when he was 3.
You are the most powerful being in all existence, after being brought back to live by the devil you woke up with the power of the "black burning flame of darkness" in your left arm, this power is so powerful that if you ever used it you might die! Fortunately you have an eye patch that seals 99% of your power and also disguises your heterochromia. but you can still see ghosts.
You use your powers to defeat evil spirits in the hopes you will one day find your parents killer and bring them to justice.

>>127369
I'm going to guess that you are the same age as your character

>>124775
Pursue it on your own, you´re a strong independent womyn..

>>124775
Gather all the black lesbian women and start a protest

>>124835
You say "Sorry, but I'm a strong, INDEPENDENT womyn. I don't need your help to overthrow the patriarchy." as you walk out you hear her yell "AND I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP TO ISSUE DETENTIONS." As you look back and see her oppressing you with a detention slip, you wonder if there's such thing as a matriarchy oppressing proud womyn like you. You're gonna have to do some research on that later.

You vagina around in front of the school until lunch since you can't stand to talk to cis, white scum men right now, and once it starts, attempt to gather as many proud, lesbian black womyn as possible to start a protest. Surprisingly, you couldn't find a single one. This community must hate the gays, the blacks, AND womyn. Damn.

You gulp down your five five dollar foot longs and a two-liter of DIET coke for lunch. There's still some time left though. Should we see what Kitsune is up to, look around, or do something else.

>>128252
enter

>>128252
Enter

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>>128267

>You are greeted by a machine

Welcome, creature, I see that you're new here, allow me to introduce myself, I am G.U.I.D.E, the Guidance Utility Intelligence Droid throughout the Environment, and I will be helping you today, but first, I would like to know your name.

>Please Type your name

>>125753
the fact that I even know who this man is, what he does for a living, and some of the shit he discusses in his videos really depresses me. I wish I could erase that knowledge from my mind and get that time back.

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>>125789
you give yourself time

>>125813
Look out the window, calling people nigger.
He, as you can tell, is a good person.

>>140875
Voting for demons.

Can we pick a custom race?

Subterranean minotaurs

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Rolled 2, 4, 1 = 7 (3d10)

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Ignoble_dark
Questions: http://ask.fm/Ignoble_dark
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=laughing+dog

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).

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.

Kejeral Roericar (character sheet to come soon)
Korathi Cataphracti Officer

>Might 5
Martial prowess, constitution, and stamina

>Nobility 4
Charisma, leadership, and allure

>Artifice 3
Cunning, subterfuge, and stealth

XP: 0
Inventory: Tattered cloth, expired candlerod, sharpened stone dagger


Stamina for each character:
Kejeral: 1d10+5
Kirari: 1d10+3
Dorje: 1d10+5

>>127967
Ohhhhh boy. Are we in trouble?

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>>127967

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4GRWxp3UMA&list=PLVluA4G4N3H9_zcMPG6w2j6wY7lC2J7pZ&index=3

All three of you begin to feel the effects of fatigue draining your strength. You haven't had much to eat or drink, and the exposure to the cold stiffens your muscles and sends a chill deep into your bones.

None of you appear to be lagging behind the others, but all of you are noticeably getting weaker.

A gust of wind kicks up and pelts you all with some sand, stinging your bare flesh. You look down and see some tiny cuts on your arm where the sharp pebbles managed to break your skin.

--------------------
>turn back
>find shelter and rest
>keep going, things will only get worse if we stop
>write-in

*diplomats people had grew tired of.

Female

>>133698
"Decisions will usually be decided by the roll of 1d6, with the first answer above 4 deciding the course of the story. That said, Roll 1d6 and enter which gender you prefer the character to be. First answer above 4 decides."

“I don’t want to leave them alone either, for a number of reasons. Lead the way, Saber!”
She gets up, materializing her armor in the process, the look of which is unlike any you’ve ever seen, but that’s to be expected of a Counter Guardian.
You storm out of the Shanghai, struggling with keeping up the pace.

Saber is in her Guardian mode, no longer the cheerful and carefree girl, but a war machine whose systems are all nominal.
No one is around anymore. It’s just 9 pm, but the recent accidents must have led people to believe that they’d be safer inside their houses at night.

“Master, I have bad news and good news”, Saber calls to you.
“Bad news first!”
“We’re losing them”.
“What’s the good news?”
“I know where they’re going. It’s the uphill road that leads to Yamaku, and we can get there if we take a shortcut”.

“Then let’s do so. I will keep up with you!”, you scream out to her.
In a routine that comes natural to you, you begin recalling the runic alphabet to be ready for the fight
Runic magecraft is not especially potent, but unlike other types of thaumaturgy it is not prone to decline.
It embodies the mystery of communication between people, and while science and semiotics might have unpacked the theory behind why people and talk and the idea of meaning-making, the concept itself of a language with its ancestral origins and prehistoric roots is so entangled that it might never be entirely understood by people.

Saber is ahead of you, turning left and right at an impressive speed, so much that you’re afraid you might lose her.
All of a sudden she freezes in place, long enough that you have time to catch up with her.
“What is it?”, you ask
She raises her index and puts it in front of her lips, telling you to keep quiet.
You can hear the echo of footsteps approaching, little by little, until the source of the noise appears right in front of you.

A tall warrior, not particularly muscular but definitely strong, with long blonde hair and cerulean eyes.
His chest is bare and exposed, and he is wearing no shoes, while ragged pants cover his pale legs.
His expression is a mix of impotent rage and abject terror as he walks towards you.
Saber readies her sword, and although a similar weapon is dangling from the warrior’s belt, he does not do the same.

Berserker, the Heroic Spirit of rage and madness, is inexorably coming closer and closer.
A cry of madness and sadness escapes his lips, as he produces a panpipe from his pants.
He slowly starts playing a delicate and pleasing tune, and you notice that stray cats are coming out of their hiding spots and gathering near the mad hero to listen to his performance.

It lasts a few minutes, then Berserker puts the panpipe back in his pants and starts whispering.
You quickly recognize what’s going on: it’s a high-speed incantation.
The stray cats turn their back on the warrior, staring right into you and Saber instead.
All of a sudden, with a mighty roar, they turn into lions.
Apparently satisfied with this, Berserker continues his stroll, ignoring friends and foes alike. An horrible mixture of rage and fear is still impressed on his face as he leaves.

Saber grabs you and pulls you behind her.
“Stay there, Master. We’ll find a way out”.

INTERLUDE: CANIS CANEM EDIT

The blonde king is barely standing, clinging on his sword not to lose his balance.
His white and gold heraldic armor, decorated with the cross of Jerusalem, is soaked in his own blood.
Kenji, too, seems to be distressed.

Right in front of them stand two enigmatic figures.
A young girl, no older than 18, beautiful and modest looking, and a figure clad in a mantle.
“Ay, Big Shot. Must suck to get shanked by a small fish like myself”, he says tauntingly to the knight.

“Next maybe don’t act all high and mighty before yer done with the deal, you get me?”
“A person like you has no right to speak”, the knight retorts, weak but still prideful. “Fight like a man, not like a mouse!”
“Yeah yeah that kinda talk ain’t worth much if it comes from you, mate. Ye got yer armor, ye fine sword, yer training as a knight… I only have a knife, but it’s more than enough to put wankers like you in their place”, the mysterious Heroic Spirit retorts.

“Now, you know what’s my philosophy? Ye need to eliminate a problem from the roots. So if ye don’t mind, I am gonna kill yer Master first”
“No you wont! I won’t let you!”, Crusader shouts, in one last surge of bravery.

“Ye really wanna suffer, don’t yet? Why not pass away peacefully?”, the cloak-clad figure keeps taunting.
“Because unlike you scum, I don’t take the easy way out!”
Raising his sword once again, Crusader attempts one last cleave, easily intercepted by the enemy’s short knife.

“Ye can’t hit me. Not so slow, not so desperate, not so imprecise”
Just as his sentence finishes, an arrow grazes his face, removing the hood and revealing an horribly disfigured face.
“Oi, Big Shot. You brought friends along?”, he inquires. “that ain’t fair. I’ll have to call my friends too, and I can assure you, I am more than enough to handle you all”.

“I am really curious to see you live up to those words, Assassin”, a voice responds out of nowhere.
“Archer, that’s not the way to go. Two wrongs don’t make a right”, Crusader scolds him.
“Ye hear him? Preachy even in his last moments”

Five more figures appear behind Kenji and the knight. Three Masters and two Servants, to be precise.
“There ye go. Two wankers and six gankers. Master, if ya will”.
The girl nods, before extracting a book from her backpack.
The tome starts glowing, and what looks like a portal opens next to her.

A middle-aged man walks through it, accompanied by an old man in a toga.
“Ah, professor Mutou”, Kenji bitterly comments. “I guess my chances of graduating are gone for this year”.
“I am afraid so”, the man responds unflinchingly.

Two more pairs of Masters and Servant come from the portal: an extravagant old man with a knight in a blue and gold uniform, and a young man preceded by another man in a toga wielding a snake-entwined rod.
“What is going on here? Cease this folly!”, the young man cries, taking a step forward.
“Careful, Master”, says the man with the rod. “their Archer’s got his eyes on you. But don’t worry, I’ll dissolve him in a puddle of acid before he can do anything”.

“You wish, Healer. Unfortunately for you, no poison works on me”
“Enough!”, the man called Mutou screams. “Let’s get away from here”.
“No”, Akira flatly responds.

“Gleipnir!”
Black tentacles envelope the newcomers as well as the girl and her Servant. Akira’s spell has been sudden and unexpected.
Hideaki reaches for a jewel in his pocket and throws it screaming “Zwölf!”

As the precious stone trundles towards the group, the middle-aged man starts reciting a spell.
A few seconds before exploding, the jewel disappears.
“Not bad, professor”, Hideaki admits. “Temurah Kabbalah, and you’re using it with numbers rather than with words. After all, the words of a spell don’t need to make sense for anyone besides the caster, so using numbers isn’t that different”.

“We’re done here. Iwanako, proceed”, the professor orders.
The tome glows once more, and the figures once enveloped in tentacles disappear.
Yuuko, who was holding back until then, runs towards her boyfriend, hugging him.
“Kenji, Kenji! Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I am fine. Crusader’s the one injured here”.
The girl nevertheless puts an hand over Setou’s shoulder, whispering a spell.

Crusader’s wounds heal, and he is once again able to stand.
A mana transfer so quick and massive would surely not be feasible for a regular mage.
“Is Saber’s Master here?”, Crusader asks.
“No, we left him at the Shanghai”
“Next time, consider trusting him. I am confident we would have lost if they didn’t withdraw”

“We must talk with him immediately”, Kenji boldly states. “Next time there might not be a next time”.

INTERLUDE OUT.

>>106815
Previous thread. Catch up on the adventure!

Are we in the date sim yet?
Because if we are in we should try to seduce 12yo girls

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You wake up on the dirt pathway of a familiar park.
In fact that bush looks familiar too.
But everything is so colorful now.
>>123219
You see no 12 year old girls.
Or any girls.
You can hear someone coming though.

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>>127333

>>127333
I'll join tree tribe

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>>127352

>>137288
You have to link it in the Quest Discussion.

>>137351
Damnit. How do I do that?

>>137361
Copy and past the link. Then post it here: >>134248 with a brief description of you quest.