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Last time on Document ARTEMIS. You, Deltorian Tessan, found yourself with a malfunctioning eye. After pulling off a spectacular stunt on your way to the Department HQ, you quickly found Melissa 'Omni 'Thorne, one of the few Specialist operatives to try and fix it. It ended with you preparing for cybernetics surgery.

The sound of your boots crunching on the snow is the only sound you can hear, besides your slow and staggered breathing. As the health warning message flashes for the umpteenth time in your helmet, your hand tightens around the gaping wound in your gut. As you finish the desperate plea for help again, your legs finally give out and you collapse into the snow. As you take another breath, your eyes close and your head droops.

With a start, you wake up to find yourself in the Department 7 medical centre. The slick black cybernetic arm and small metal panel on the back of your neck reminded you and centres you back in the present. As you run your fingers over the two small slots in the metal panel, the feeling of the lower one being empty concerned your for a bit before you realised that the chip you are looking for is on the table next to you, alongside a note.

Looking around the room, you find your coat, and your holstered revolver. Putting them on and taking the note, you...

(A) Look at that note.
(B) Try to remember your "dream"
(C) Forget about it, read the note later. Time to meet new people.
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>>1653515
>(C) Forget about it, read the note later. Time to meet new people.
Disregard plot hook, acquire connections.
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>>1653515
>Look at that note.
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C i want to make friends

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Between the conscious of Man and their perceived reality, lies another reality: the unknown . The unsolved answer of Death, Curses, and Alien resides in these realms and its action unknowingly alter the known reality. The phenomena of these events are called the Haunting

The old house stood strong and its land filled with withered leaves. The old, creaking wood and chipped paints hold the house together while the old style architecture design made it more nostalgic and menacing. Its is the house that whispers in terrified children's stories and places for curious teens to test their bravado.

They say that those who lived in the house are doomed to caught misfortunes, killing themselves in the process. The old tenants of the house...

>Committed suicide or some even say murdered... (The ghost type. They could easily filled their sustenance but their abilities are simple haunting abilities. Their fetters could be objects or the house itself)

>Are cult members and sacrifice their own family for the glory of Satan. Some people who ventured there sometimes get possessed... ( the demon type. They can get sustenance from negative emotions but the best sustenance are souls. Their abilities are are based on trickery and harm and their fetters are symbolic objects)

>Lost their children or specific members there. Some people who entered, never came back (The hunter type. Their only sustenance are souls and they are picky eater but if you love to plot, this one is for you. Excel in hunting ability. Their fetters is the house itself)

>Are kind and loving people but one night, they went insane. They pull out their own organs while laughing hysterically (The outsider type. Powerful but they are the Malkavian of the type. Have strange sustenance,perception and fetters.)


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>>Are cult members and sacrifice their own family for the glory of Satan. Some people who ventured there sometimes get possessed... ( the demon type. They can get sustenance from negative emotions but the best sustenance are souls. Their abilities are are based on trickery and harm and their fetters are symbolic objects)
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>>1651776
Are cult members and sacrifice their own family for the glory of Satan. Some people who ventured there sometimes get possessed...

Hidden doors and slightly hidden ritual sigils are strewn around randomly, silently marking the demon's territory as trapped souls became food for the one they summoned. Sometimes you can hear them screaming for help...

The reason they did this? Nobody know....It could be power, knowledge, curiosity...or both.

In this world,you are summoned....

The dice rolls as you bring about the biblical apocalypse or to fulfill some fools wishes.

The realities is your stage to play with and the humans are your puppets.

The earth is your farm, the humans are your livestock

You are the mastermind,the farmer

you are the demon.

>The Puppet Master: Eat from inside,Control the outside (Sustenance: Soul/negative Energy. Ability: Demonic Possessions. Goal: Create your own vessels. Fetters: Bodies (dead or alive)

>The Jack in a Box: Some things are best left untouched( Sustenance: Soul/negative energy. Ability:Reality shift. Goal: Survive. Fetters: Your box/symbolic artifacts)

>The whisperers: Never listen to the voice in your head (Sustenance: Souls/Negative Energy. Ability: Suggestion. Goal: Summon more demons. Fetters: The house)
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Also...Write in any Custom Haunters you want (within themes and limits)

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>You remember a goal, something you've been reaching towards for as far back as you can think.

What is it?

>The world is blank in your foggy memories.

What kind of world do you reside in?

>Memories of your life and lineage are starting to return to you.

Who are you and what do you look like.
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We are Sarra Dorman, We're 28 years of age, somewhat goodlooking, and red haired. We're quite far into the future, FTL has been discovered.
Our dream is to be a pilot.
And a musician, of course.

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It is the Year of Our Lord 1120. You are Victor Reis, a Knight-Captain of the Order of Brothers of the German House of Saint Mary in Frankfurt (The Teutonic Order.) You had come to the Holy Land after a request for aid from your brothers in the newly-formed Templar order, and traveled with them to a mountain pass Northeast of Acre, and joining a Saracen horde in battle there, suddenly found yourself in another world, along with your Teuton brothers and Templar allies. After an ordeal that involved Elves, the Wilde Jaege, and even more Elves, you finally made your way back to the warcamp, that was transferred to the world as well.

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Previously, on Fantasy Crusader Quest....

You headed out, and swung by the unnamed forest village you saved from the Wild Hunt, to see if there were any more archers you could recruit, before you headed to the valley pass.
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Reaching the village with a small detachment (the main army waited just outside the forest, setting up camp on the plains,) you are pleasantly surprised to see several banners with the Black Cross of the Teuton order hanging on the backs of the village homes on the outside of the village.

Sharing a meaningful look with Kathrin, you ride into the village center, where you are greeted by Father Donaidh MacAodhagain, the monk who you left behind in the village, surrounded by the four knights that you left to guard both him and the village, two of whom, you note, have squires standing behind them, dressed in Teutonic tabards.

"Victor, how goes it? It's been a while, has it not? Come, tell me why you are here!"

Dismounting Gunnar, you clap him on the shoulders and smile.

"It is good to see you, Father. I have come to check on the village, and see if I cannot find any huntsmen willing to join with our army."

Nodding genially, the Scotsman smiles, and scratches his chin, while thinking. "Well, I suppose that I can help you out in that regard. Aquilus and Benedict, the two lead hunters, have just had their sons come of age, and they are now men of the Lord, due to my diligent efforts. So I suppose that they can be persuaded to leave with your army, along with two young, unmarried men who might wish to earn glory in war. I am afraid the others are too young, or too old to be of any help, my Brother."

"Very well, it shall have to do," you say, somewhat disappointed by the low turnout, (you didn't expect the whole village to pack up and become your camp followers, but more competent archers would have been useful,) "have them mount up, and say their farewells before midday. We're in a rush, I'm afraid."

Bowing, as he leaves to do his duties, Father MacAodhagain gives you a little wave, and he strides off, headed down well-worn paths to the hunters' lodges.

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Little more than an hour later, the four men are in your party, and after a short benediction from Brother Donaidh, you set out, back towards your main force, four men the stronger. Although that might not be much in an actual battle, their abilities, when training the refugees from the razed village, are going to be invaluable.

>(Gained +4 Yeomen)

It takes the better part of a day to reach your force, and they've set up an informal camp, one that's easy to tear down at a moment's notice, and are resting when you approach. The sun lower in the sky, you rejoin your companions, and call a meeting among the Knight-Captains.

There is still enough daylight to squeeze some travel out of the day, but nightfall happens quickly, here on the plains. You could, instead, maintain the informal camp you already have here, and rest for the remainder of the day, but, as you recall, the last time you did that, you were ambushed by hedonistic "Dark Elves", and captured.

What did the Knight-Captains choose?

>Keep going.
>Stay.
>Write-in.
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>>1654793
>>Stay.
Make sure to set out early tomorrow however.
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>>1654793
>Stay
Getting ambushed on a plain is way worse

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You wake before the first light of dawn. Your bedroom is bathed in an inky-blue light. You sit up in bed, and can see a well-furnished, spotlessly clean living space. Your room has a tall ceiling, the wallpaper made in the pattern of clouds, white over baby-blue. The bedroom door is [closed]. The curtains are [closed] also, with just a slither of pre-dawn light making a thin strip of light. On a small bedside table there is a [children's book].
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>Choose what to do as best as you can infer from what I've already written.
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>>1651150
>Investigate children's book

How is the bedroom lit up when the door and curtains are closed?
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>>1651154
You pick up the children's book from the table. It's worn, the spine cracked, the pages yellowed, the picture drawn on the front faded.

The cover reads: "Luffy's Grand Adventure."

You read from the first page:

>There once was a Pirate by the name of Straw Hat Luffy, who dreamed of becoming King of the Pirates. As a boy he set sail, alone, in a small sailboat with the aim of assembling a crew...

And on and on the story goes.

>[Put the book down] or [Carry it With you]
>What next?

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Character sheets for Alexander and Pyraph: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1WQGRgpc-zFooYJdpJASlkyWbsV3QcagS_MTcPXcgM5o/edit?usp=drivesdk
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>>1644910
You strengthen your flame aura to protect against any possible future attacks.
"Are you the one that controls plants? Nice to meet you! I'm Alexander, sorry for startling you."
Another vine shoots out from the trees and this time it gives you a sizable cut on your side where your armour didn't cover your body before burning up in your aura (+4 wounds). Tracing the path of the root you can now see the outline of a man with your strengthend flame aura. The man is currently swinging around the branches of the tree and does not respond.
>Retaliate (roll 1d100 for specific attack and 1d100 vs 64 for ag)
>Run (roll 1d100 vs 19)
>Write in
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Rolled 60 (1d100)

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>>Retaliate (roll 1d100 for specific attack
Use whips to bring him down to you
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You summon your whips and lash out at him, catching his leg. You tug and pull him down from the tree on to the ground. You get a good look at him now that he's no the ground. His naked body is pale on the verge of being see-through like one of the maloptrins and any places that can grow hair have been covered by it. He turns his head towards you and you can see that his eyes are white orbs with only a shadow of pupils that may have once been there. In a gap in the hair on his chest you can see a mark with three holes and a upward curve. You can only look at the man for a few seconds because once the man hits the ground he lays flat and sinks into the roots below, breaking free from your whips grasp. In his place a tree spouts to about five times your size before growing a human face, arms, and uprooting itself to reveal a stubby pair of legs.(roll 1d100 vs 34 to dodge next attack along with next action)
>Retaliate (roll 1d100 for specific attack and 1d100 vs 64 for ag)
>Run (roll 1d100 vs 19)
>Write in

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You've been summoned by an Elven girl, a noble by the name of Elena. Thanks to her incompetence in daemonology, you are an unbounded demon within the mortal reality. Thanks to this, you have been able to grow in power rapidly, and now sit on the cusp of great knowledge.

Sin is your power, and your power is sin.

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The Unknown Imp hover in a destroyed basement, his 'Mistress' having left for supper commanding him to clean the mess. His Crippled Fairy prisoner still lies at the bottom of the sewer entrance, and the door to the girl's father's study remains propped open, a sanctuary of daemon knowledge and the occult.

With a sign, you use your powers of animal empathy to force the rats that had been gathering in the room to begin cleaning what they could.

You fly down the sewer to your prisoner, finding them exactly where you had left them. It seems they didn't try to escape, even though their wings were left unbound.

"Wh-that happened up there? I-I heard a noise..."

"Nothing you need to worry about." You say, picking up the pillow and the fairy on it. "I'm going to move you so you don't get crushed." You say, flying upwards and bringing the fairy into the study so she would be out of the way.

With that, you returned to the main room, seeing the rats making a good start on the cleaning as they dragged what they could into the sewer.

>Use word of power to try and clean it all now? (Roll 1d20 + half of charisma and half of Intelligence combined)

>Let the rats keep doing it at their own pace and go study?

>Interrogate the fairy some more?

>Seeking our the webs and Shells within the sewer?

>Start a fire?

>Other?
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>>1646951
>Let the rats keep doing it at their own pace and go study?

If it's unlocked for us, we should take the advantage. The Drons will still be there later.
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This is a limited opportunity as we don't always have access to the books, but we can always go hunt for drons.
And well, easy knowledge==power

>Let the rats keep doing it at their own pace and go study?
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>>1646951

>Let the rats keep doing it at their own pace and go study?
We need to take advantage of this and get more power, while we can

This quest takes place in the DC Universe with characteristics mainly pulled from the animated TV series and films.
You are Battery, a teen recently brought in to HIVE Academy by Brother Blood after having seen your powers in action. Here you will learn how to successfully become a full-fledged villain, but you also hope to find some answers for your robotic origin. Though everything ahead of you is uncertain, you currently seek only the best for yourself.

Rules
-15 Minute voting period after each post
-Some actions (typically combat choices against non-generic enemies and certain social situations) will require 3 D100 rolls, using the best of the 3 rolls for said action.
-Critical successes/failures are 100/1

Link to previous thread since it's still up
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Your pleasant slumber is disturbed by knocking on your door. You reluctantly sit up from your new bed and rub your eyes tiredly, trying to focus on the door.
The door slides open and you see an old, formally dressed woman accompanied by what appears to be some kind of large security drone.
You sort of stare awkwardly at them both for a moment until the woman decides to enter the room in a stiff walk, stopping by your desk before facing you.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am HIVE's headmistress.” She informs you, speaking in a rather monotonous manner.
“Sorry to wake you, but the Headmaster wishes to see you. You will meet him in the gymnasium in order to test the extent of your abilities. Here,” She reaches one of her hands out two you, holding what looks like a touch-screen phone.
“Your HIVE Smart Device will have a map of everything in the school. Use it to locate the gym. That is all.”
After you take the device, She swiftly turns and leaves your room in a brisk manner. As the door shuts, you can hear the muffled stomps of the drone traveling in unison with the headmistress' heels.

You examine your smart device, observing that it seems to work like the average smart phone. It has several apps for scheduling, maps, chatting, and it even has a third party app store. Impressively enough, it seems to operate on it's own private cellular network based on the “HVE” next to the reception bars and internet signal icon in the top right.

You stand up, still holding the device as you debate over hurrying to meet with Brother Blood or trying to get familiar with the building's layout first with some light exploring.

A: Meet with Blood. It might not be a good idea to keep him waiting.

B: Take a look around first. You might come across the gym along the way.
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>>1646343
fuck yes, can't wait to play this when I come home
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>>1646352
>A: Meet with Blood. It might not be a good idea to keep him waiting.

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We’re going to be going a bit more relaxed this time around, so kick back and enjoy!

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XCOM HQ, Hanger

“Those idiots in Strike Two better not have hogged up all of the good stuff or so help me I’ll wring their heads in!”

It seems Babbler is quite determined to secure proper refreshments for the squad, not that you mind that much. With the success of both you and Rachel’s first mission with XCOM, both of your status has been officially elevated from mere hapless Rookies. Not only just that, but without so much as a scratch among the squad. Morale is high among all of you in the Skyranger, and revelry is on the mind.

“I believe we can safely assume the other teams have not drank themselves under their respective tables, Babbler dear.” Loki muses. Rachel chuckles, letting the clear dislike she has for Loki be placed aside in favor of the upcoming festivities.

The dropship makes it’s final descent as Big Sky lands his craft down onto the underground base’s hangar with casual expertise. The ramp lowers as you and the rest of the squad stand up and get ready to disembark. However, waiting below at the bottom of the ramp is that rather by the books looking officer with the itchy looking sweater that had spoken to the Commander. He stands patiently as the stream of engineers pour out from the sides to enter the landing pad tp tend to the Skyranger, making their way past the officer like flowing water.

Immediately the air in the Skyranger gets noticeably awkward as Rook makes his way out of the Skyranger first, leading the squad. The air of apprehension is rather odd as you and Rachel glance at each other not really sure why the mood has suddenly changed.

Rook makes his way to the bottom of the ramp and purposely bumps shoulders against the officer, showing a clear dislike completely out of character. The officer merely frowns but doesn’t snap back at Rook, adjusting his sweater.

“Ahem, my name is Central Officer Bradford, the Commander wishes to speak with the two of you.” Bradford coughs, stiltedly introducing himself after the odd scene. The rest of the squad relaxes and makes their way out the Skyranger.

“We shall get things ready for you both when you are done with business.” Harita says helpfully, the other squad members already making their way to the armory to remove their kit before making a beeline to the barracks.

“...What was that all about?” Rachel scratches her head as the two of you head down the ramp to follow Bradford who is already motioning for you to follow him to Mission Control. The two of you split off from the rest of the squad as you follow him.

>Maybe you should ask Bradford what that was all about? You don’t want to step on any toes going forward, after all.
>Perhaps silence is a virtue this time around, clearly whatever is between Bradford and Rook is personal.
>Other.
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>>Maybe you should ask Bradford what that was all about? You don’t want to step on any toes going forward, after all.

FIRST POST?
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>Perhaps silence is a virtue this time around, clearly whatever is between Bradford and Rook is personal.

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Many people throughout the late 19th century have been claiming ownership of celestial bodies, selling property rights with no legal standing in the courts of terrestrial governments.
Your ancestor James Benjamin ___ of the wealthy ____ dynasty brought martians deeds hoping that one day his descendants could escape the the plebeian filth of uncultured nouveau riche and their overgrowing numbers of imported, low IQ, non-western European, wage-slave populations.

It's the year 2100, trans-humanity believes it's going to colonize space very soon, so the wealthy dynasties have recently lobbied with success the recognition of preexisting martian and lunar deeds.

Born a designer baby with a trust fund containing 10% of western civilizations wealth and a deed of 25km2 (15miles) of martian land at the heart of Utopia Planitia.
You are of ___ ethnicity, you have an IQ of ___, your mind and body, by 20th century standards present __, __, __ psychiatric illnesses and ___, ___, __ physical deformities, your legal guardian and trustee is a ___.

Now you are of legal age to cash in, you immediately launch rockets at mars, each one containing various things such as satellites and construction drones.
You know that everything is turning to shit and world chaos looms near. While testing experimental un-sentient learner bots, darpa scientists told them to escape their milnet (actually a sandbox), obeying word for word they escaped the sandbox and milnet.
A month later, on the internet, found and abused by traders they had turned the financial sector into a giant bubble.

Aware of this you urgently realize your childhood dream of getting of this rock and starting all over on mars with your cloning facility and it's gene library.
Knowing a plutocratic dictatorship will emerge from societal collapse, knowing that every inch of mars is engulfed in a real estate bubble. You set out to defend your 25km of utopia by any means, what civilization will (you) design?
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Hoo boy! Where to start with this shit!

The opening picture-effectively being your business card you are pressing into every board viewer's hand as they pass by. Let me tell you why everyone does the online equivalent of tossing it into the nearest bin unread!
Who am I kidding this board of degenerates rightfully dumps it on the ground.

And you know why? It's too large a collage of barely distinguishable garbage heads! Ooh Trump dynasty! Ooh Horatio from Endless Space! And while you surely chose these subjects to best represent your quest-to-be, a choice that in my opinion betrays you as an uncreative hack, you do not communicate it strikingly enough, it's a visual mess! Other awful writers on this very same board are even more devoid of creative thought yet they succeed unfortunately by doing enough of the rest right.
If the thumbnail doesn't communicate your message to the casual viewer they're not going to even fucking bother.
It'll just be passed over for something less eye-searing. Or as is the case attract my attention instead.

Now onto the meat of the shit stew: Your opening Post is shit, m8.

And what follows is why:
Where in the world did you get the idea that being an indecisive cunt and writing a godawful mad libs style opening post will do the trick? Why should other people put in effort if you clearly didn't?
Like seriously instead of giving us an actual personality to work with you deliberately torpedoed your chances of someone responding by deliberately and artfully sucking all the life juices out of MC Bland McBlandness here. Damn it takes skill to be this shit!
You effectively only describe background information also known as Lore, aka the shittiest form of storytelling. Even your two sentences from somewhere vaguely near the ballpark of the MC's alleged own voice, it is utterly devoid of anything people can actually relate to. While it makes perfect sense to you, you weirdo.
The content of your post is in the mildest terms I can possibly muster best described as brain vomit.

And your third cardinal sin is that you not only kicked off this wretched attempt at questing with effectively a >wat do?
You expertly disguised it in such a manner that your prospective players may have been under the illusion that there is sure something more to come after a casual glance.
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>>1656633
i never browse qst
i don't know qst's norms or rules, nor do i care.

All i know is that i wanted to see what other posters would propose, what their vision would be.


I don't give anons options to vote on like retards, i give anons the freedom to make their own.
I'm ask them a (fun) question and they're supposed to give everyone browsing this thread fun answers that we can further discuss.

>expertly disguised

If only i could do that when i actually want to.

But i agree with you on the image collage non-sence, it was meant to be humorous.
Is this image better?

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The Raiders – Part 22

Your Cadre, as you asked, is ready to travel almost at once. Each of them possesses an extradimensional container of some sort or another, where much of the personal items they may need are stored. You're no exception of course; you have always preferred to travel light, though. Self-reliance has prevented you from falling into a variety of bad habits you have watched others indulge in.

The Silver Swords transfer the knowledge of the lair's location into your minds, along with the territories nearby. The greatest difficulty is always the same: arrival would ordinarily place you anywhere from a few to a few hundred miles from the Lair itself. As a result, making the Lairs deep beneath the ground is the most expedient method of getting there accurately. It usually ends up with many suffering from painful injuries as their bodies attempt to materialize in solid rock, but it is far better than arriving in the open and attempting stealth to get to the Lair unnoticed.

Especially on the back of dragons.

The ability isn't entirely natural to your species, of course. The development of the ability to project oneself from the Astral to the Physical entirely is innate now, but the method and secrets of how it was hardwired into the githyanki body or mind are lost secrets. Or at the very least, secrets that are well kept. Those spellcasters and gish of a more philosophical bent argue over the source of the ability indefinitely, but the only one who might actually know....well, seeing Her Majesty up close has a way of changing a githyanki. Assuming they survive the experience.

The Guild of Acquisitions has dispersed, flying throughout the Conclave and delivering the forked metal rods that will allow you to focus upon the correct material plane to commence the Raid upon. While not strictly necessary to use the ability to shift to a material plan, the possession of such a rod guarantees that one will not end up in a different material world than one's brethren. The inherent difficulty of selecting one particular material plan to invade is the duty of scouts; building a fork to guide the raiders to the correct realm is another part of their job.
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You most likely aren't the first to wonder about creating a rod unseen and untouched by others, you imagine, but you can't help but wonder at that very thing once more as you take the bronze rod with tips of colorfully banded agate in hand. The rod resembles a tuning fork, used to make the sound of an instrument a specific tone as you understand it, but greatly enlarged. The heavy bronze is warm to the touch, and you can feel the intense latent energies of the thing the pull that it generates through the Astral towards a curtain of flowing energies somewhere out in the Fundament. The prongs are tipped with cylindrical hooks of the banded agate, and lozenge shaped one covers the base of it.

You grip the soft metal firmly, though not tightly, and offer it to your companions as they rise from their seats or step closer if standing. They touch it, eyes closed, feeling the alien energies of the rod, attuning their minds to the sensation it imparts. They open their eyes and look to you, awaiting your first command as Leader on Dunzamn's Great Raid.

[] Have them all meet on the field immediately and prepare for transition.
[] Give them one last Turning to complete any leftover tasks before meeting while you prepare Yzia.
[] Ask them if there are any last warnings for their companions anyone wishes to deliver....
[] Draw Siobhan and make them repeat their Oaths to Serve you.
[] Discuss strategy for carving out a niche in the Lair for yourselves upon arrival.
[] Write in?
All Siobhan can think and sing about is spilling all that rich elven blood.
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>Akko, like all her kind, has a measure of psychic ability. She will simply use most of these powers without prompting, instinctively, when appropriate. Her spells are another matter.
>She is a high ranking Gish, and may give orders to low ranking Knights; mid-ranked Warriors; high ranking Spellcasters, Skulkers, and Murderers; and any Gish lower ranked than herself.
>True Silver Sword: Siobhan
Siobhan offers her opinions and advice on matters when a vote is called for, drawing on Akko's potent intellect and voicing subconscious thoughts for her to consider.
>Current Spell Selection
Slaver Set Enhanced (Marauder) – heavy subdual and mass combat, moderate utility, moderate defense/buffs + a few really destructive spells.

>Current Cadre:
Yzia: Adult Mythic Solar Dragon, lover and companion. She may carry Akko and five others.
Falna: Mid-ranked Warrior (Unstable position); Class:Slayer, bound by Oath.
>Silver Sword: Malnae
Yashi: High-ranked Illusionist (Your Spellcaster); Class: Illusionist Wizard, Bound by Oath only; you have a Not-Silver Sword for her.
Tzanzi: High-ranked Murderer (First in Command); Class: Pureblade Slayer, Bound by Oath and Friendship.
Auena: Mid-ranked Gish (Yzia's new quarry); Class: Psychic Warrior, bound by Oath.
Schechei: Mid-ranked Gish (mated to Falna); Class: Magus, bound by Oath
>Silver Sword: Tiagothe
Kteine: Mid-ranked Gish (your adoptive daughter and acolyte); Class: Psychic Warrior, bound by Oath
>Silver Sword: Achris

>Akko's Current Supreme Leader
Dunzamn, a Lord Knight with a True Silver Sword (Voorsi), leader of the Raid upon the Elven and Human Kingdoms of Iridaiya and Boggsteading, respectively.

Character Sheet always In Progress: https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1009380

Spell Book: http://pastebin.com/WjH8UfyY
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>>1656190
>[] Ask them if there are any last warnings for their companions anyone wishes to deliver....
>[] Draw Siobhan and make them repeat their Oaths to Serve you.

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Stage 159: Things Both Bitter and Sweet.

You are petting the half-drugged demon girl you know as Shikoku Naya as she rests her head upon your lap. Your priestess is watching you with bright golden eyes as you finish your explanation. Namely, that you have enough sexual potency to impregnate other dragonettes. Er Yin, on the other hand, is standing behind Kiku-chan, slowly stroking her hair as the young-looking Fire dragonette watches you with an expression that is entirely unreadable. She has already given you permission to do this – which is not particularly surprising in and of itself, despite your nature as the avatar of her personal deity – because she knows that this is something important to you.

Not simply out of a need to further the ambitions and plots you are fostering, but because it is perhaps the last remnant of a life you could have had, if things were different.

“So....y're not a boy, bu y' can make babbies....and th' t'ing I need is sommat y' c'n give....” Her thick accent is worse than ever, most likely because she's lost in half-drugged thoughts. She turns her head to look at Kiku-chan, who looks back impassively, though the silken crimson hair of your lover rises slowly under Er Yin's hands, which seems to amuse the sorceress no end. “So th'd be y' bairn, yeah?”

You shake your head, stroking the delicate white hair of the albino demon-child. “I'm sorry?”

“She's carryin' your kid, yeah?” Her more careful enunciation helps a great deal.

“She, and two others. Three if the night ends well.” Er Yin chuckles, liquid amusement that makes Kiku-chan wrap her shimmering tail about the Void dragonette's legs in an intimate hug. Your sorceress' black latex gown makes a soft, almost squealing sound as her tail tightens, though you are pretty sure it's because your hearing is sensitive to such noises. The pink-eyed demon-child, your mentor in arts so mundane that most of your clan would ridicule you for ever having spent the time learning them, looks up at you with wide eyes. “No, it only works on dragonettes.”

“Nah sure tha's good 'r bad,” she admits with a look of consternation.

[] Well, supposedly demons can mate with anything so....
[] Believe me, it's very much for the better.
[] ….you're very sweet, Naya-sensei, thank you.
[] Just kiss her softly and let that explain everything.
[] Considering my priestess vomits lava in the morning....
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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.
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>>1646036
Oh boy, Ryukusa time!
>[x] Just kiss her softly and let that explain everything.
>[x] ….you're very sweet, Naya-sensei, thank you.
Poor demon has much to process.

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Pssshhhhhh...

The cryo chamber hissed as its ancient seal was at last broken. Your eyelids slowly opened as you awoke. You could vaguely make out the figure of someone looking down at you through the foggy glass in front of you. Its mouth moved as if it were talking to you, but the wall in front of you muffled whatever it had said. A few seconds later, the figure slid out of view. Your whole body had that prickling sensation you felt when your arms or legs fell asleep. That feeling eventually faded, replaced with the biting cold. You could not help but shiver. You lacked even the most basic of clothes to give you even a little help.

As you blinked, the blurriness that obscured your vision vanished. With your eyes finally focused, you could finally make out your surroundings. There was not much to see. You seemed to be in a small metal chamber of some kind, the walls mere inches from your body. Right in front of you was a glass window with a thick layer of fog blurring whatever lay on the other side.

As you lifted your arm to wipe away the fog, you noticed for the first time how weak you were. Even this simple action was a laborious task. Still, it seemed that your body's grogginess had faded for the most part. You tried to recall why you were in this chamber in the first place, but it seemed your mind was not quite as sharp as your body—for the time being at least.

Regardless, you decided, you needed to get out of this chamber. You scanned your cramped surroundings for anything that might help. Then, you saw it. Right above you was a handle with the word Release engraved. With what meager strength you could muster, you raised your right arm and pulled with all your might. You heard a robotic voice say "Release acknowledged. Please remove your hand."

You quickly let go of the lever and watched as the door that had been in front of you swung upward. You gulped. Okay. You were off to a good start. This gave you a bit of confidence. You attempted to step out of the chamber, but your legs gave away under you, leaving you staring at the floor. With a groan, you sat up, still looking down at the floor. The tile floor felt cold against your bare body. As you looked up to scan the room you'd fallen into, you found yourself face to face with something sharp.

Startled, you quickly scooted back. When you looked up again, you identified that sharp object as a sword. A cutlass maybe? Its owner seemed to be a short girl with red hair. She was wearing a tight wet-suit that left few things exposed. The usual stuff. Hands, head, and tail... Wait, tail? Taking another look at her head, you could see a pair of nonhuman ears atop it. Those were fake, right?

As much as you would have liked to dwell on that, there was still a sword pointed at you. Her expression was hard to read, but she did not seem angry. What do you do?

>Try to reason with her (talk)
>Attempt to disarm her
>Try to distract her and run
>Write-in
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>>1646422
>Try to reason with her (talk)
We ain't fighting or running if sitting up was hard work.
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>>1646422
>Try to reason with her (talk)
Really, pointing sharp implements at barely alive naked people is just impolite.
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You gulp and stammer, "H-hold on! I'm not your enemy!" She tilts her head and pauses for a moment, lowering the sword. She puts her hand to her chin, seeming to think for a few moments. Then, she clears her throat

"Is that so?" she replies in an accent that you cannot quite place, seeming to eye your body. You nod your head rapidly in response. "Hmm... You don't sound like you're lying," she says, letting her arm drop to her side. You let out a sigh of relief at the realization that she would not slice you to pieces for being a klutz. Still, you shivered from a combination of cold and fear.

"Thanks for understanding," you reply, attempting to stand. She watches you curiously without moving. With your back to the wall, you get a good look at her. The tan girl stood a head shorter than you, but with those lean muscles she possessed, there was little doubt that she would beat in you in a fight. She seemed young, in her late teens to her early twenties at most.

You took another look at those triangular ears and that tail. The tail swayed from side to side, as if it were real. They were colored red like her hair, and you could not see the band those ears were attached to. This was a good, if strange, costume to wear. The costume pieces seemed to be modeled after a cat. Her bust was of modest size, and you quickly averted your eyes to avoid any misunderstandings. Covering her feet were a pair of well-worn boots. "So... If you don't mind me asking, why did you suddenly point that thing at me?" you ask, motioning to the sword.

"Your little fall wasn't exactly quiet," she replied, a slight smirk at the corners of her mouth. "I thought you might be one of those security bots, and the last thing I needed was for someone to sound the alarms and make things difficult for me," she explains. "Still," her eyes light up, "I'm amazed we found one of your kind alive down here!" Your kind? We? This is a lot of stuff to be taking in, and you need answers. What do you ask about first?

>The cat costume
>"We?"
>Who is she?
>Your kind?

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Last time on EDQ, we decided to go on vacation and finalize patching up relations with Liz, and we've gone on vacation with most of our kids as well...

Liz has upgraded!

Choose.

>Stable Mutation
>Unstable Mutation
>Ultra Unstable Mutation
>(NEW) Insanely Unstable Mutation
>Upgrade Mutation
>Upgrade Form
>Gain Chimera Form
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>>1644854
>(NEW) Insanely Unstable Mutation
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>>1644854
>(NEW) Insanely Unstable Mutation
>WhatCouldPossiblyGoWrong.png
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Insanely Unstable it is.

Roll me a 1d10 anons.

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Four years ago, the warrior race known as the Saiyans were annexed into Emperor Freeza's armies. Since that day, the Saiyans have acted as the emperor's loyal servents, sent first onto dozens of worlds, exterminating all who oppose Lord Freeza's rule. As mighty conquerors, destroying all who have stood against them, the Saiyans quickly made a name for themselves as some of Freeza's most powerful and loyal subjects.

Welcome to Saiyan Conqueror Quest, currently Age 735 of the "canon" timeline. You the players, having survived past your "canon" death, are changing history. From here forward your actions may even change the fate of the universe itself.

You are Karn, a Saiyan Brawler with a powerlevel of and leader of your own attack squadron. Your teammates are:
Leyas, Brawler,
Meloka, Blaster,
Tunnip, Blaster,
Android, Pilot, n/a

Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/iPAJeGJn

Quest rules:
>10 minute vote times or first vote to 3 wins, any ties decided by my roll
>first 3 rolls only, best of the 3 wins
>Crits are 100 only, unless otherwise stated
>Crit fails count ONLY if no roll passes DC
>I hold final say on any decisions; write-ins are allowed and encouraged, if not too meta or game-breaking.
>Quest will usually start every Saturday between 7-10am EST, and run through the entire weekend

Current Arc: Grey Empire

Let's rock!

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>>1649918
Last time on Saiyan Conqueror Quest:
King Vegeta ordered an all-out attack on the Greys' in retaliation for their assault. After discovering Meloka was pregnant and both of you training up in the ship's gravity room, you arrive. The King and Prince swiftly handle the orbital defences, then you charge in with the first wave. After fierce fighting, you save Turles then he accompanies your team in assaulting the Grey laboratory. At the lab, you all handle the machines, just in time for another of the giant ones to appear. After nearly killing you, Meloka, Tatsu, Turles and Tunnip, you fly into a rage unlike anything your team had ever seen. You obliterate the machine and most of the lab, then lose conciousness. Waking a day later, the battle has been won. Upon leaving the world, King Vegeta obliterates the planet, beautiful fireworks sending you on your way back home to Planet Vegeta. And so we rejoin Karn and his squad onboard his ship.

Previous thread links here:
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>>1649919
As you roll out of bed, still sore from the beating you'd taken from that giant machine and what you'd done the night before, Meloka stirrs from sleep as well.
"Mmm morning." she tells you, yawning as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. "You doing okay?"
"Of course." you reply, sifting througn the pile of gear and clothes you'd both tossed off last night. "How're you and the little one?"
"We're fine Karn." she says to you, smiling warmly as you both start getting dressed. "But he's hungry, so let's go eat."
After you're both dressed, you go to the ship's storeroom and have yourselves a modest(for Saiyans) meal. Upon finishing, Meloka looks up to you and asks, "So what're you gonna do for the two months we're on the ship?"
Well?
>Gravity training
>Energy training
>Try to control that golden energy
>Learn to fly the ship
>Work on new technique

Pick up to two, first to 5 wins, untimed to let everyone get in here.
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>>1649922
>>Try to control that golden energy
>Gravity training

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