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You travelled from the Old Capital and reached the Old Tombs and cleared the first floor.

It seems however that the Adventurers Royal Office made an error and distributed two Dungeon Clearing Orders. You're now travelling with the members of the other guild who received it.

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[Eria] More sarcophagus? Man, this dungeon is awfully dull.

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Where should we go next? There's two doors on either side of the room.

And please don't tell me you want us to open those tombs. I'm not a grave robber.

>>17924
Raise your dead dog from its boxy prison.

>>17924
use a dark art spell to evilly open the box of random shit.

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>>17924
accidentally the entire box of shit.
didn't even enjoy it.

>>16484
>Check supplies/pockets

>>16484
Activate sound suppression gear.

>>16484
can we get a HUD of our items, abilities and location?

>>28066
You grab your axe!

You are Grunk, a good strong orc with green skin. You spend your early life doing orc things, hunting and fighting! You also like collecting shiny things, and of course, women.

>>28091
+1

>>28066
Explore your surroundings

Rolled 1 (1d2)

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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>23137

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>quoting the op

>>23136
Declare that you iz kangz and shit.

>>23168
You are already king of the tribe.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>23136
How about learning how to use the rectangle/paint bucket on MSPaint?
No seriously, rolling for magic graphics quality.

more like queers

>>17944
>my ID is "Huge1"

/queers/

Rolled 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 1, 2 = 30 (20d2)

Thor
Mjolnir
Super Strength/Flight/Controlling electricity

>>5288
Thor Joins the adventure, please standby for 3 more foogets to join.

IF ANYONE EVER JOINS HOLY SHIT

Another Round of that Erfworld quest that was untimely quit

A few of mine:

>You were an astronaut, or just a stupidly rich space tourist (probably the latter), and that's what you remember when you wake up in a fancy room with the words SIMULATION blinking in red in the corner of your vision.
Basically, welcome in The Culture. Enjoy it, and get drafted into Special Circumstances to do awful deeds that disgust you or not.

>You're waiting for your daughter, late at night, worry and anger both growing and growing while you pace restlessly your living room. When the front door finally opens, you rush at it, ready to shout or even God forbid, slap her, when all you see is a ragged mess of blood, bruises and torn mess. "Don't worry Dad, most of it isn't mi—" she starts before falling unconscious into your arms.
Your daughter is a superhero, how will you keep her in the right path and protect her while she deals with both her full teenaged girl life AND being a superhero. Also, you might have a life too, a job, relations (even some with other women!).

>Something something magic as a partner dancing analogy.
I haven't really given that one a lot of thought, but dealing with a NPC the MC/players might hate or dislike seems like a fun idea to me. I dunno.

>>7486
Let's try before being too fast out condemning them. I'm sure there's some leeway into that particular rule, or it might even be relaxed when they see how bad it is.

>>7529
>>You're waiting for your daughter, late at night, worry and anger both growing and growing while you pace restlessly your living room. When the front door finally opens, you rush at it, ready to shout or even God forbid, slap her, when all you see is a ragged mess of blood, bruises and torn mess. "Don't worry Dad, most of it isn't mi—" she starts before falling unconscious into your arms.
I like this.

>>26873
Go back home.

go get quesdillas at space taco bell

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>>27147
A bit homesick, the cowboy decides to head back home. You set your course for Earth, but what do you do in the mean time?

>>26000
Sell Arbok into slavery.

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>>26018
ARBOK is too dangerous too do that! It would surely bite off it's master's head.

>>26018
fight it with manmandeer

Our name is Çokaeslome Lifelaonino, and we realize the futility of trying to escape.

Rolled 1 (1d1)

Rolled 60 (1d62)

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>>21289

Rolled 4 (1d7)

>>21289

...stopped by something blocking the road. Streaks of blood follow up to the battered corpse of a young man. You pull off to the shoulder aghast at the site. Then, you...

>>21052
...reach into the glovebox and find your CD filled with your favorite LazyTown songs. You jam out to that shit for about three hours. But then...

Inspect his pulse and breathing and he's not breathing...

“You were involved in an incident Mr. Smith, involving two Impossible-Level civilians. The hero known as ‘Ice Queen’ and the villain ‘Thunderstrike’.”

As Detective Ackroyd says their names a flash of the memory returns to you, the emotion of the incident raw, almost as if you were standing right there in front of your pub, watching the fight of godly proportions taking place. Detective Ackroyd describes what happened, but you remember it clearly.

You were closing up the pub for the night. It was a wonderful day. Everyone was gathered in the back garden drinking and having a good time. It was Rebecca’s birthday. She was sat on your lap whilst you enjoyed a beer. Rebecca was having a great time. Rebecca hurried off your lap into the pub after she saw Wendy lighting the candles to her birthday cake through the window. Not a second after Rebecca entered the pub did the incident happen.

A strike of thunder soared down from the heavens punching into the pub, blowing it up from the inside, the resulting shockwave sending all the party-goers shooting backwards. Burnt brick and charred wood splintered across the garden; a thick stick of wood pierced your shin from the front all the way through to the back. You howled in agony, barely able to register what was happening as flashes of thunder, eminating from a single spot in the sky, clashed with a spherical orb of blue frost; with each clash a storm grew larger, and larger, your pub, and everyone inside, crumbling to burnt ashes covered in frost.

At some point you must have lost consciousness. After that you woke in the hospital.

“What was left of their bodies have been identified Mr.Smith” said the Detective, who told you everything you already knew.

“And Thunderstrike and Ice Queen?” you ask.

“Thunderstrike escaped. Ice Queen is currently searching for his whereabouts as we speak.” says the Detective.

“What happens now?” you say.

“There’s nothing we can do except let Ice Queen and the other heroes do what they can to bring Thunderstrike to justice. I’m sorry for your loss.”


“And what if I blame Ice Queen as well? Who will bring her to justice?” you say.

“There isn’t a power on this Earth which could do that, Mr.Smith” says the Detective, “We are sure she did her best to stop this incident from happening.”

The rage starts to build up inside you. It takes all your strength to keep yourself form shouting.

“Both of them. Ice Queen. Thunderstrike. They both used my pub as a battleground for their war. My wife and daughter are dead because of them. And your telling me there’s nothing anyone can do about it?” you say.

The Detective stands.

“I know how you are feeling Mr. Smith. I’ve lost people myself.”

The detective puts a flyer on the table beside the hospital bed.

“I’ll be at these meetings if you need someone to talk to. Until then.” says the Detective. He leaves.

[Three Days Later]
[10am]
[Hospital Ward]

You were told by the nurse you are free to leave by the afternoon. Your going to be confined to a wheelchair for the next three months at least before you’re to start therapy so you can walk on your bad leg again. With some great deal of pain you change into some comfortable clothes from home which a few of your friends took the time to pick up for you. You were barely lucid of them during the time they were sat with you, trying to shake you out of the pit of grief you’ve found yourself in. All you can think of is Ice Queen and Thunderstrike still out there in the world, fighting, destroying lives, unregulated, not brought to justice. You spent your entire life doing the right thing, and for what?

Your new mission in life hits you quietly, as if the answer was already there to begin with, slowly rising from deep down inside you to the surface. Your new mission in life is to put heroes and villains like Ice Queen and Thunderstrike in check. Perhaps you don’t fully realize the scope of your plan, or how impossible it might be for a man who has never done anything in life except run a family business.

You make these vows to yourself:
You will never take a life.
You will never become superhuman yourself.
With the exception of the first two vows, you will do whatever is required to bring the heroes and villains of this world to justice.

The first obstacle to your new goal in life comes in the form of a beautiful twenty-something blonde in a silver-grey business suit and smart black pumps.

She’s all smiles, and offers you a hand, which you shake.

She takes a seat opposite you, taking a moment to draw the curtain to give you both some privacy.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Mr. Smith” she says, “My name is Ann Jennings and I work for the superheroine known as Ice Queen, as well as other heroes filed with my agency. It has come to our attention that you have lost both your business and family in Ice Queen’s battle to rid the world of the villain known as Thunderstrike.”

Ann Jennings takes a check out of her blazer pocket and hands it to you. It’s worth five million pounds.

“We understand monetary matters may not be of issue to you as of right now. However my agency hopes this will help you during these difficult times.”

>Throw the check in her face.
>Pocket the check.
>”What do you want in return?”
>”It’s going to cost you more than five million to keep my mouth shut.”
>Other (dumb responses not fitting with the tone of the quest will be ignored.)

>>19559
>”What do you want in return?”