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>stalk Chloe on Facebook to learn about her

>>107304
>Go up to Chloe
>ask to go on a date

>>107304
Buy a pizza from domino's and have them spell out PROM on the pizza and give it to her at lunch

Who are you

>>106346
I'm NotQuesty, I do a Pokemon comic on /vp/.

There's a lot of flooding on the board today because of the recent trailer so I decided to move here for a while.

>>106354
Oh did you do pokequest? I love that

You shift your focus from the girl to yourself, and from yourself to the runic alphabet.
Empowered by the mana flowing from the leyline, you trace an R in the air.
The Raido rune, which gives absolute control over moving objects, quickly condenses in the air, then disappears.

The bolt of lightning coming your way halts for a second.
In that fleeting instant, it acquires a shape and definite contours.
A knight in a blue and yellow uniform, riding a brown horse.

Time seems to have ground to a halt for him, and his eyes widen in shock. He looks on the verge of falling, as the sudden stop propels both him and the horse forward.
The effect of the rune lingers one moment more, then, gnashing his teeth, the knight continues his ride at a reckless speed.

The rune didn’t stop him for long, but it was enough time for you to check his status.
A Rider-class Servant, obviously, with Magic Resistance rank D. That’s how he mitigated the effects of your runic spell.
Natsume, frightened, turns towards you, but in an instant she’s gone with the knight.

“Jeez, are we always gonna have to do things the hard way with you?”, the schoolgirl with the cane complains.
“Yes, so long as you insist on opposing the Ainsworths”, you reply.
“You really have no consideration for others, have you? That girl had problems with her bones, I don’t want to think of how much pain she’s in because of you right now”
“Because of me? Or because of your careless methods?”
“It was the only way”, she begrudgingly admits. “But we will fix her up. It’s still better than being your slave”.

“Oh, so we’re not that different, you and I, or you and whoever is behind you. Exitus acta probat, isn’t that so?”
“Don’t lump me with you!”, she yells back. “The Ainsworth hide their bid for power behind a facade of philanthropy.
Your twisted plans end today”

The girl snaps her finger, and a figure materializes right next to her.
A massive warrior, clad in a tunic of linen, with burn wounds over his eyes and sparse hair on his head.
The Status report on him is that he’s an Avenger, another irregular class Servant.

Avengers are the spirits of revenge, and unlike Berserkers, who have lost their wits, they retain their capacity to speak and their lust for vengeance.
“Avenger, get them!”, the girl shouts.

The warrior charges forward with a war cry.
His stats are nothing exceptional, and Saber could easily take care of him.
His first attacks are rough and aimless. He’s attempting to locate his opponent basing on the sounds he hears, yet so far Saber is not only expertly dodging his attacks, but also making next to no noise.

Her armor must be a gift from the Counter Force, being so sturdy and so flexible at the same time.
A faint gleam comes from the girl’s left leg: that’s where her Magic Crest must be located.
Her eyes shine with a blue light, and the warrior’s eyes magically open, shining with the same light.

His attacks are now much more precise, but still too weak to pose a real threat to Saber.
He exposes himself too much, and Saber is quick to exploit one of these openings to wound the Warrior’s left flank.
Shrieking in pain, the Warrior attempts to retaliate, but Saber’s nimbleness allow her to escape unscathed.

You shift your attention to the enemy Master: what was previously just a ring of light around the girl’s ankle has spread over the entire leg.
“What kind of… “

Avenger’s attacks are getting more precise and more powerful, coming one after another and leaving Saber less and less room to avoid them. His hair has grown, too.
A quick check to Avenger’s parameters reveals that they’ve all increased: he must have acquired a skill through Correct Oblivion that permits him to absorb more mana from his Master to boost his stats. Not only that, the more powerful he becomes, the longer his hair grows.
“Even so…”

The girl’s left side of the body is shining unnaturally. Those are her magic circuits, operating at full power.
The girl is clenching her fists in pain, supplying more and more power to her familiar.
Suddenly, the situation becomes clear to you.

You know exactly who she is, and you know exactly why she hates the Ainsworth.
The Enomoto are a powerful family of magi that petitioned the Ainsworth some time ago to join the Cavalier Families.
Yet your father had declined their proposal, as rumors spread that their Magic Crest had become corrupted.

You could see it with your own eyes: the Magic Crest was converting the girl’s muscles, bones and nerves into artificial magic circuits. This wouldn’t be normally possible, not even for a corrupted Magic Crest, if something wasn’t inherently wrong with the girl’s body.
She was in a school for the disabled, after all, and she gave it away herself when said that she was ready to face her demise.
A degenerative disease that leads to premature death is the only explanation. There is a way to accelerate this process.

Kneeling on the ground, you traces some runic symbols and a circle around you.
Saber is giving you worried looks as she fights, but you nod to her in reassurance.
Positioning yourself at the center of the circle, you begin chanting the spell’s words.

Greater Gandr, sometimes called Storgrandr, is a curse as close as possible to the original Gandr spell.
While modern magi have made it into a projectile spell, the original curse’s purpose was to worsen the conditions of someone who was already sick. As every curse, it falls under the domain of dark magic, one that the Ainsworth master.

By quickly degenerating her condition, you aim at killing her before she kills herself with the magic.
A shroud of darkness surrounds you, as you draw further power from leyline.
A few more seconds, and the spell will be ready.

It is then that you hear a desperate plea.
“Master, stop!”. It’s Saber.
You lose your focus for a second, which forces you to start over. Saber is holding her ground, so you are in no hurry as of yet.
But this is not what your Servant wants. What should you do?

>Cast your spell
>Trust Saber

>>106118
Solemn. Tradition is important, it’s not every day someone is granted a planet. Such an occasion should observe the formalities.

>>106118
>Solemn. Tradition is important, it’s not every day someone is granted a planet. Such an occasion should observe the formalities.

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>>106133
>>106144

You hear a handful of the other’s shuffle slightly, clearly your knees are not the only ones beginning to ache, but you and the rest remain firm. There’s a difference between signing a piece of paper for a planet and reaffirming your oaths to the Commonwealth and the Queen. The momentousness of this occasion is not lost on you.

”With the blessings of the Astra-Anglican Church, the Crown bestows upon you these titles; that you may serve as members of this most August Commonwealth, that you may be Her Majesty’s most humble representative on these worlds, that you may grow, that you may prosper, that you may hold fast to the Commonwealth and answer her call in times of need. That you may-“

You know the words well enough, it’s a formalization of the contract you signed with the AEGIS Corp and representatives of the Crown. You can have your independence, but you must remain part of the Commonwealth. You can do what you like with your planet, so long as you pay back your debt. You can form whatever military you like, so long as you answer the call to arms. So many prizes, so many strings attached.

Still, you have come a long way. You would never have dreamed of seeing yourself here some 40 years ago. Back when you were…

---------------------------------------

An arrogant adolescent Blueblood. For the longest time you thought impulsive duels and daring social capers was all there was to life. You learnt.

A nervy young Recruit. Winning glory in the August Commonwealth’s many wars is every young boys dream. You still have the scars.

A starved juvenile Refugee. You remember exactly what it felt like to go hungry, the things you had to do for your next meal. You’ll never forget.

>>105738
Manny D'Rude

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>>105744
Manny D'Rude has 3 Points to spend:

ST: Affects Melee DMG & HP
DX: Base roll for reflex based skill checks
IQ: Base roll for brain based skill checks
HT: Resistance to poisons and being K.O'd

Spend 2 points in combat Skill Sets (i.e: One handed Melee, 2-handed melee, Automatic Ranged Weapons, Beam Ranged Weapons, Sorcery, etc)

If I don't get another name then the black guy will be Gucci Mane.

1p to st, dx, and ht
( Who needs brain )
1 to one-h melee and auto-ranged weapons

Obtain a high-quality crossbow from the shops.

Paladins with swords are too main-stream.

>>104755
I repeat, read the previous thread.

>>104742

Don't wish to pry in your personal affairs OP but hope you can get through it.

>>101540 here and am sticking to that post.

>>103705
>Robert Fletcher
>Old impoverished line

>>103738

Adding to thing:

Catfish-noodling monk of the bayou.

>>103738
You are Robert Fletcher. The Fletcher family is an old line, dating back to before the current monarchs on the throne. Throughout the decades, however, the Fletchers slowly declined in power and trade as the numerous kings and queens pandered towards those closer to the Northern Castern families, as well as those in the south. The final nail was struck in the coffin after your great-grandfather Edwin Fletcher was struck down in a rebellion. With his lands seized, your family was granted a small manor and your line disgraced. Your father has attempted to make amends for this, serving your liege Duke Edwyle loyally and with distinction.

Your early years were spent playing around the town with the peasants. During this time, who did you develop attraction towards?
>Boys
>Girls
>Both

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>>103573
And we're off to a great start, with me derping and mistaking Thraben and Gavony for one another.
It is, in fact, Gavony that's the bastion of humanity, and Thraben the high city of priests and inquisitors.

This map, while fan-made (no official map exists, as far as I can tell) should illustrate the layout of the world somewhat.

And while we're at it, we can probably start character generation as well.

>Name

>Age

>Gender

>Looks

>Rough personality

>Profession

>Province

>Greatest fear

Along with the way you want stats distributed.

First roll counts, but crit fails or successes within the five next rolls increase the net result by -1 or +1.

The options with the most votes, obviously, are chosen, even across posts.

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>Name
Bela Lugosi

>Age
39

>Gender
Male

>Looks
See picture

>Rough personality
Generous and sensitive with a "live in the moment" attitude.

>Profession
Actor

>Province
Nephalia

>Greatest fear
Offending the vampires with the roles he's been type-cast to play.

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>>103573

>Name

Arid Inferas

>Age

27

>Gender

Male

>Looks

Pic related: Badass with sword drawn

>Rough personality

Core personality trait: Ambitious

16 Personalities test range:ESTP-A Explorer

Lesser persoanlity traits: Inquisitive, Competitive, Antagonistic, Ardent, Audacious

>Profession

Up-And-Coming Criminal Kingpin.

>Province

Nephalia, obviously

>Greatest fear

1:Greatest fear of proffession; where his dreams die

Being so overpowered by an individual or group as to be stricken of positions of power and prestige.

He targets those he sees as a threat and attempts to wipe them out before they can overtake him.

2:Greatest fear of person; what makes him cower

Suprise attacks/things he can't plan for.

Seriously, if something so much as taps his shoulder without him suspecting it, he will flip his shit.

Spends an obnoxious amount of time contemplating possibilities and preparing for them.

3:Greatest fear of inevitability; when he gives in

His power coming to wane.

He knows that eventually, all empires fall, be they secular or criminal

He hopes that all his planning and forthought is enough to bring his creation to such security that it will last for as long as he does, that is, for an eternity.

4:Greatest fear of adversary; whom he cannot overcome

Those who can outplan/overpower him.
Being so overpowered by an individual or group as to be stricken of positions of power and prestige, basically

If he knew who Nicol Bolas is, he would immediatly go into hiding and destroy all evidence of his existence until he can plan something to deal with the mastermind planeswalker.

Run to a village and tell everyone that you did it

>>103358
This. Also do we have any holy power?

>>103337
Create a new religious sect based on your views.

Rhine

>>103162
Danube

>>103162
We wuz kangs of the kongo

Roma
Orange
Rome

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ROUND 2 STARTS

OP rolls

>>101631
What caliber is that gun?

can I has skol shot+an hero?

>>101635
Let's say it's a .44 Magnum

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First thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/11026/

The story up to now: You are Scruffy Scruffington Jr, janitor and maintenance technician on the Free Trader Ship Eutropia.

You woke up with a terrible headache in the ship's locker about a hour ago. The captain and the first officer were dead next to you. The ship is under total lockdown, but you can manipulate power wires to (hopefully) cut power to the magnetic locks on the doors.

Suffering from partial amnesia, you're still putting together what happened.

The things you know:

Ship's crew:
Captain: Rodger Ecarias (dead)
First Officer: Akyriaklyafy (dead)
Engineer: Ellen Amundsen (unknown)
Helmsman: Rrarlk (KO from hypoxia, you managed to get him in a spacesuit just in time. Might have suffered permanent damage)
Technician: Scruffy Scruffington (you)
Passenger: Oskar Kristes (with you)
Passenger: Hermann Elmore (unknown)

The captain was transporting a "secret cargo" for the IISS. Your ship should arrive to its intended destination, the Luushakaan system, any moment now.

The life support is damaged. You don't know exactly what is wrong, but suspect the air to be carrying carbon monoxide.

Oskar Kristes claims to be an IISS agent on the ship, and that Hermann Elmore is a saboteur for a foreign nation in possession of psychic powers. He also claims that he managed to resist his psychic powers thanks to special training. He is armed and proficient in hand-to-hand combat.

Picture is the map of the ship.

Rooms accessible:
Ship's Locker
Captain's Room
Crew Room 2 (your and Rrarlk's room: Rrarlk is here, passed out)
Passenger Room 1 (Oskar Kristes' room)
Airlock 1
Airlock 2

Inventory:
Your keycard
22 Credits
Crumpled-up post-it note: "Please come see me in the mess hall at 9. There is something you must know."
Earbud
Akyriaklyafy's keycard and password.
Akyriaklyafy's datachip (contains personal data)
Captain's password.
Post-it note found in the captain's cabin: "Please come see me in the mess hall at half past eight. We need to talk. The other passenger you have embarked at our last stop is not who he claims to be. H. E."
Wooden brush
Tool belt (contains various tools)
Flashlight (in use)

Feel free to ask any questions.

If you decide to do a rolled action, I will roll it before posting the result. Rolls are 2d6. An 8 or above is required for most actions, but easier actions might be more forgiving, and harder actions less so.

Incidentally your actions during this first few threads will be used as a basis for your character sheet's scores later.

>Attempt to hack the door open from the ship's computer.
>Ask Oskar what makes the cargo so important that an unknown party would sabotage the ship, but not important enough to warrant proper support. You deserve that much with your friends all dead or worse.

>>101374
>Attempt to hack the door open from the ship's computer. (rolled action, will take 10-60 minutes)
It can't go worse than the last few attempts

>>98729
Start screaming like a retard, flailing to get out of the straightjacket-looking thing.

>>98729
whew, good thing you still have your dick...
right?

>>98729
Check to see you have a dick.

I must confess, this quest has me saddled with a permanent grin now. Between the players and our resident Cowboy, it feels strange knowing that such fun surrounds the shitshow of life that belongs to Delilah.

>>98903
One of the two boys pls. Por favor.

>>98943
I'm great at parties.