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So I've spent weeks worth of my time with creating this fantasy world and making up lore and all that shit and today I want to share it with you /qst/ by letting YOU play together collectively as a Hero in this world!

It's going to be exclusively text based with the exception of the occasional world-map update.

Every decision is made by popular vote or dubs - which ever comes first.

So here are your first few decisions to make /qst/

Pick a Species (or race if you're one of those fags)
then pick a Race (basically your colors)
and then your place of birth / starting place

Species
-Sapiens Sapiens [H] (you/me/everyone)
-Sapiens Zegeris [Z] (renamed neanderthals)
-Sapiens Sairanis [S] (imagine orangutans with the intelligence and size of white people)
-Sapiens Jasharis [J] (imagine if bigfoot was a predator and had no hair)

Races
-Lijuran [H] (Roman / Greek)
-Tarian [H] (Russian / Turkic)
-Nokarian [H] (Chinese / Indian)
-Argerian [H] (Bantu / Nubian)
-Serkorian [Z] (Dwarf / Scottish)
-Berdosian [Z] (Dwarf / Italian)
-Magalian [Z] (Dwarf / Arab)
-Nirvuh [S] (Orangutan / French)
-Sairanian [S] (Orangutan / Dwarf)
-Qermarian [J] (Bigfoot / German)
-Qerqurian [J] (Bigfoot / Polynesian)
-Gorvacian [J] (Bigfoot / Orangutan)
-Karukurian [J] (Bigfoot / Nahua)
-Poirosian [J] (Bigfoot / Ethiopian)

Cities are on the map.

Your adventure will be over if you fulfil your yet unknown quest, or die.

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You are Evrumine, Minotaur Soulborn, member of Team Fellstorm, and right now, in charge of your own team.

You have a super-important mission, and you will not let your teacher or your friends down!

They can count on you! You are definitely going to succeed!

Wait, what was the mission again?

“Where are we even going to look for this 'chosen one'?” complains Kittrane. She's unhappy because the Professor put you in charge to 'demonstrate your leadership skills'. You won't let him down!

“There are a few teams gathered at the guildhall” suggests Chame, climbing up a wall to get a good view over the rooftops as you wander through the streets.

“I could hunt down some of the adventurers to ask?” volunteers Nevyn, loping along at your side like a big cat, pausing every so often to sniff the air.

“This Chosen One is supposed to defeat the Witch King” says Kittrane, her voice like a crackling fire “So I don't expect she'll be subtle – I say we round up some of the undead roaming the streets and send them out looking – sooner or later they'll run into the chosen one, and we just run towards the flashes of golden light or whatever.” She marches along side you swinging her arms, glaring at everything.

Hmm, you suppose that's not a bad plan but...Kittrane is normally the leader, if you use her plan, are you following? Or leading? Aaaah, you wish the Professor hadn't chosen you!

The streets are deserted other than small groups of skeletons or zombies that look to your little group for orders when you approach, then go back to wandering aimlessly when they don't receive any.

>Search for the Chosen One at the Guildhall
>Have Nevyn hunt for wandering adventurers
>Tell the undead to look for the Chosen One
>Other (?)

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Jessica Burciaga was definitely older than most of the other models or so called models there at the open invitational Instagram Celebrity Running Man games, but she held her own, her body was still tight enough to look sexy in her yellow jump suit. It wasn't hard to convince her to participate since she had plateaued at at 1.5 million followers, she definitely needed another boost by entering since her age was starting to catch up to her at 32. Her hair was frizzy with the blood of other poor instagram models splattered on her body as she ran through the running man maze with her nail gun she picked up along the way, looking for her next victim.

>what does she encounter next?

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Bear with me here as I want to try something new. First things first, roll the die. If you land on an odd number you are now a blue race, if you roll even you are red race.

>What is a red and blue race

Red races are descendants of the beast. They cannot use magic (with one exception), however they are extremely durable, and some can accomplish feats of alchemy to close the gap.

Blue Races are the opposite, They're frail but can alter the very fabric of reality (will describe how that after a certain amount of player join the game)

For now roll your race.

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Yuma, Arizona
198X
5 years after the End

Slivers of sunlight begin to squeeze themselves through the gap between the garage door and the wall, eventually intersecting with your eyeballs and awakening you. You are on a mattress on the floor of a two-car garage. Your bed is surrounded by tools and car parts, the remaining space is occupied by your car. Rubbing sleep from your eyes you pull yourself up from your raggedy floor-mattress and switch on the radio. You are 22 year old Hank Dalton, and today is the day.

"This is 89.9 The Roach, coming at you live from...fuck if I'm gonna tell you that, I'm sure most of you listeners are friendly but like my scalp where it is."

The DJ yammers on as you enjoy the dregs of last night's Tabasco slathered canned chili and wash it down with a can of lukewarm Orange Crush. You roll open the garage door to let the sun shine in.

"You can think of our little station and its name a couple different ways. Either we're a cockroach, the last thing standing after the whole world goes to shit, or we're that last piece of the goodness of the world. Burnt down to a nub but we're holding on to the last little piece till our fingers burn cause dammit, there's still some good hits left in it. Like this one."

(Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose - Too Late To Turn Back Now
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfYkhQblYjY)

After it overheated on your last supply run your car has been apart for weeks, every single moving part from the brakes and suspension to the engine getting replaced or overhauled. It was painful but necessary, you're lucky you were able to limp it back to town last time. Yesterday you and your buddy Jim finally got it most of the way back together. A few finishing touches and with any luck it'll be back on the road before noon.

A few hours later, it's complete. The carburetor, the final piece of the puzzle,is snugly bolted on with the fuel line, vacuum lines and throttle linkage perfectly situated. You pour a little bit of gas down the carb, reach through the window to turn the key and can barely contain your excitement as the V8 roars to life. It stalls but you hop in, give it some gas and within seconds it's idling quite nicely. You drop the 4 speed into 1st, let off the clutch and pull your [insert vehicle here] out into the street for the first time in nearly a month.

A) 1967 Chevy Nova
B) 1969 Chevy El Camino
C) 1966 Pontiac GTO
D) 1971 Oldsmobile 442
E) 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner
F) 1971 Dodge Charger
G) 1970 AMC AMX
H) 1969 Ford Torino
I) 1967 Mercury Cougar

And now that your car runs, where will you go?
X) Test it out around town
Y) Test it on the highway
Z) Should be fine, go find a supply run to do.

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I guess we are already here. I guess you already know.~ We all have got something to fear, we all have got nowhere to go.~ I think you are all insane! But I gues I am too... Anyone would be if they were stuck in here with you ~

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Welcome to the 41st millennium, where the brave die young and the air smells of exhaust fumes. For thousands of years (the story varies to whom you ask) the God Emperor has watched over the stars in vigilance against the predations of the galaxy. His immense fleets cross the miasma of the warp every day to deliver his faithful soldiers to their blood-stained battlefields. You are not one of those soldiers nor in one of those fleets, thank the Golden Throne on Terra. This is the Arma Et Rosa, a transport vessel for His most holy mercantile endeavors under the rule of the decadent family Capadocci. This is the home of thousands of souls, fervorously laboring day and night so it may do its duty (sans a small smoking break where the Commissar and his aides won’t see). And you? Who are you? Well...
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First, let's deal with Quest Rules.
I will be using the Rogue Trader system albeit we are not Rogue Traders nor trading the rogues, so to speak. This means all characters will have statistics varying from 1 to 100 and wounds and talents and skills. This also means the thread is ROLL UNDER, with each 1d100 roll trying to beat the given score or lower, with extra degrees of failure and success counting as multiples of 10 above or below the target number. Others combat rolls, damage and most combats dodads I will roll separately as to speed things along. The players will still have full control of the actions taken, however, and I will be completely transparent about the results.

Every dice roll prompt in the thread will be influenced by the character’s Fate Points. I will always pick the first success in a line of rolls up to the number of fate points +1. Ex; if the character has 2 fate points, I will always pick the first success of 3 rolls (2 for the FP + 1). Rolls of 1 and a 100 are always the greatest successes and the worst failures possible, and they will often take precedence over other rolls.
As a last resort players can shout at me to burn a Fate Point permanently in which point a roll will always succeed (even after rolling) and all subsequent rolls for the thread will be at a +10. However, Fate Points don’t grow back, so it is a finite resource.

If the thread has any following at all I will suck it up and make a twitter or something. This is my first time so I am awfully unprepared.

If you are not familiar with the setting of Warhammer 40k or have any questions at all just scream at me and I will be glad to answer them.

Woosh. I am sweating here. 'Ere we go, then!

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Well, that was the end of the rope. You considered yourself an failure incapable of adapting with anything around you. You are no better than a livestock. Even livestock had a purpose in life. No, you don't deserve it.

You sat around in a puddle of your own filth on your bed. You didn't care about anything anymore.

It has been three weeks since you cut off yourself from everything. It hurts just a little when none of your 'friends' or 'family' asks for you.

You decided to indulge yourself in one last form of pleasure before doing the deed. So, what it will be?

>Sleep, you love sleep
>Search for cute images of cats...dogs...etc
>Masturbate for the ninth time this day
>Take a shower, soothe your troubled mind
>Order a large meal that you will never finish but you will order it any because you are a gluttonous fuck
>...

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It's hot on the surface, sure, but at least you can appreciate the occasional breeze.

The heat below is a stagnant, sticky, wet kind of heat that generates a thirst no amount of water can quench--assuming you can afford clean water to begin with.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/bookerman32
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dark%20Gate%20Academy
Character Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/s9JM8xxW
Quest Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2Nj8OxYLTw

Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkword creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.

They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.

You... are not one of them. You are a transfer student. There was a bit of a mix-up.

>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
You became acquainted with two members of your class, Akira and Rei. You helped the two overcome some issues in their friendship, and you encountered a strange Darkworlder that could speak.

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(This is my first attempt at a quest, - don't be too harsh. You are not required to roll, because the outcome of your actions will be judged based on the last two digits of the post number.

>You are a party of five adventurers

After days of walking down the beaten path and across uncharted lands, you decide to temporarily rest your weapons and take residence in a little hamlet to the north. Not much else is knpwn about this place, but it looks decent for you to settle in.
Your party seems to be the single one in the tavern, and no other sounds aside from the bartender counting some coins can be heard. You could look outside if there would be any windows not covered in a thick layer of dust and dirt, and you might as well order a drink, but don't expect an answer from the bored tavernkeep.

You are seated in the back of the wooden hut, at the round table, and are doing nothing but staring at each other.

"Bah" says one of you, yet suddenly stops and decides not to speak any further. I believe enough information was given, yet one question still stands.

>Who are you?

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Searching for a quest filled with adventure, hard choices, awesome characters and stunning artwork that helps depict such things? Then fuck right off.

Want to argue over hair color, try to force your own favorite monstergirl to be a waifu, and generally dick around? Then you're one of us.

First thread (archived): http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/40442/
Previous thread: >>51460
Pastebin with most of story: http://pastebin.com/iYYxphKX

In the last thread:
After a very successful honeymoon that involved gloating and horny tea drinking, James heard of an Orc village to the east that had some knowledge on fine dicks. Thinking this might be his ticket to a monster dong, James foolishly ran right into a pair muscle-bound Orc ladies that once again took he and his waifu prisoner.

The Orcs, all female, were left unimpressed at James’ small penis, and unconvinced by his godhood spiel. James submitted to their power, and the result was a binding ritual that ensured he could no longer live without an orc wife by his side. Events repeated eerily similarly to those of the Catgirl village, and James ended up continuing the theme of a blue-haired harem. Aalna, James' newest wife, took her trophy and used it.

Collecting both his wives, James then said farewell to the Orc Village under the guise of scouting out potential future enemies. During his time there he had learnt to increase his Phallis to 1 foot in length, and make it prehensile. One step close to becoming some lovecraftian horror. In classic fashion, he was accosted by a single scout, an Elf this time, who, like the others, was also female.

And so he was brought to the Elf Kingdom, where he attempted to meet the leader, but this time he was kept waiting. Patience didn’t suit James, who was an ornery fellow, and he left to wander the city alone. He met an Librarian Elf, who meekly ran away after his conservative request of getting some elven food together, and returned to his small harem defeated.

tl;dr
>Leave cat village
>Run into buff orc babes
>Magic happens
>Literally can't live without an orc now
>Take blue haired orc waifu, Aalna
>Leave orc village
>A wild elf appears!
>Now in elf city
>Tentadick happens in there somewhere

Stats:
EXP GAINED: 475
EXP TO NEXT LEVEL: 525 (475/1000)
LEVEL: 1
CLASS: Cock Mage
SKILLS: None
SPELLS: Cock Growth, Twin Dick, Tentadick

If you want to make a choice for the character, state what you want to do and roll 1d10 (dice+1d10). The first post that rolled a 5 or higher will be used, UNLESS a specific post gets voted as the choice. A post won't be considered popular enough to be considered unless it has a MINIMUM of four votes. Note that having multiple posts saying the same thing doesn't count as a vote for an action. Remember that all choices are, ultimately, up to QM discretion.

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Oh shit nigger, you're Dick Justice, a Bugman Peacekeeper in some generic post appocalyptic wasteland. On a quest to deliver

justice and make the best wasteland meal.

A Mutant Chef heard of your quest and considered it an offense to him. He has now decided to engage you in a boss fight in order

to kill you and make you into a meal. What do you do?

Previous threads:
http://pastebin.com/sR3G3F2A
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/ici3zlnn9ytyy/ADVENTURES

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You are a young man, you wish to be an adventurer

4, 6, 8 or dubs decides class

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You find yourself in a room
You have no recollection of how you got here
There is a bed in the corner of the room
There is a keypad with the numbers 1-9
There is a strong light
What do you do?

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Hordes upon hordes of woman gathered as they waited their turn at the death arena, looking for fame and fortune in this dystopian future.

Althea stood tall and proud, still basically unharmed waiting to enter, only covered in blood as she proudly wore her old cheer uniform, raising her sword high as she waited for her next foe.

Soon her name was called as she jumped into the arena. Althea leaped up, doing a little dance routine before falling into a split, showing off her flexibility before getting back up. anxiously she waited for her opponent.

>who does she fight?