Archived threads in /qst/ - Quests - 7. page

File: 81a1fc216f3fb333444ce91e239d6d39.jpg (531KB, 1280x891px) Image search: [Google]

531KB, 1280x891px

Stage 166: The Broken Star.

You're not very well put together, really.

It's not something that a demigod is supposed to admit, even in private to themselves, but you were never much of one for false modesty. Having a mother who could ferret out the truth even without Fire Eyes would do that to anyone. You're also not much of a liar, though you can conceal the truth very well; again, your mother's talents at play.

The issue, of course, is that you're fairly high strung at the best of times, and since time is slowed to a truly Yomi-like crawl of foreverness, this is not the best of times. Your Daimyo has placed you in a position of extreme awkwardness, and she is planning on enjoying your discomfiture to the fullest if you allow it. Though it is less a matter of 'allow' than 'put together some kind of plan that will let you get out of this without insulting a Yakuza bodyguard, your Daimyo, or making a fool out of yourself.' The latter you are pretty good at avoiding, usually.

Ryuu Ryukusa is standing next to her seated priestess, who is dressed in a beautifully outrageous yet utterly perfect oni-girl costume that bares an awful amount of skin for the teenager she looks like. Her seat is behind you, while she is standing in front of yours. Her is also occupied by one of the bodyguards for the chief of Yakuza operations in this district, a man by the name of Shinkai Yamada. You were informed Ryukusa would be seated next to him, but neglected to take that into account when she cleverly inserted herself between you and Kiku-sama.

You know she planned it. And you suspect this is why she planned it. The question remains, how can you work around it? Because the gleam in her sapphire Dragon's Eyes tells you that she is very much interested in seeing how you cope with having her svelte, toned body pressed up against yours, especially with her perfect, firm breasts, and those soft silk, the glittering jewels of her eyes fixed on yours....

File: IMG_0066.jpg (861KB, 1563x1600px) Image search: [Google]

861KB, 1563x1600px

The girl’s name is Ophelia ‘Ivy’ Yvonne. She lives on “Earth 91721”, otherwise known as “Enchantment Earth.” In this universe, humans have acquired the power to enchant inanimate material, bending it, giving it special properties, and lending it temporary life on wim. It’s been 6,194 years since the discovery of enchantment. The strongest enchanters have risen into the throne, passing down their crown from generation to generation, but in the past 250 years or so, political ideas have changed and constitutional monarchies have been put into place among the 7 major domains. You are located in what we would call “South America”. To Ivy, it’s called Wuscon, but does that really matter? History has been littered with wars and past conflicts but with the Modern Era comes an irrelevancy for war and in it’s place comes technological and cultural competition. Cities, towns, and Metropolitans have popped up in familiar places. In fact, culturally and technologically speaking, this earth is quite similar to ours. They don’t know this though and you can't do anything to warn them. Luck for you, you'll have some choice in this world if any choice at all. Speaking of which, let's get started…

Ivy is currently 2 years old, it's the year 6194 and your parents are still married and still living happily in the city you were born in. Ivy has recently discovered how to walk and talk although she still needs to practice doing them at the same time. Ivy has just been let loose in the backyard of her family's cottage. All her toys are at her disposal.

Which toy shall she play with?
>Her Jingle-Jangly Metal Baby-Keys.
>Her wooden Horse-On-Wheels.
>Her little stuffed Cow (known as “Moo-Moo”).
>Her Rittle-Rattle Plastic Baby-Rattle.
>Screw toys! Let's play in the dirt!

File: SAY 10.png (21KB, 620x472px) Image search: [Google]

21KB, 620x472px

A portal to hell has opened, and demons are ravaging the world. Luckily the heroes (and some desperate villains) off the world have teamed up to stop Satan.

This game is simaler to my other games, using no stats, but having occasional rolling and occasional visual aids.

This is the character sheet you should use for this game (and yes it does take inspiration from an earlier failed post that someone else made)
>Alias:
>Real Name:
>Moral alignment: (Chaotic good, lawful neutral, etc)
>Archetype: (Paragon, Force of nature villain, Tragic hero, antihero, etc)
>Role models:
>Gender:
>Age:
>Occupation:
>Height:
>Weight:
>Race/Species:
>Distinguishing Features:
>Powers: DON’T MAKE THEM OVERPOWERED
>Power Limitations: Please be specific
>Abilities: Non-super things the character can do
>Weapons:
>Gadgets/Tech:
>Physical Weaknesses:
>>Mental/Emotional Weaknesses:
>Likes:
>Dislikes:
>Fears:
>Motivation:
>Theme song:
>Backstory: (Please keep it short, we don’t need a novel, just a synopsis)

It is REQUIRED that you have a picture (Even a shitty stick figure) of your hero/villain if you aren't taking a premade character.
In this, each poster can control their own character if we get enough posters, or, if you decide, you can all control the whole group. But that is up to the players. If you wish, a single player can control a partner/sidekick duo

Game start:

A demon flies through the cloudy, city, covered in red blood of murdered citizens. When the demon flies through the window of an office building they are greeted by....?

(Premade characters coming in a second for those who want them)

File: U72DVoe.png (2MB, 1139x1118px) Image search: [Google]

2MB, 1139x1118px

Guys, Ever played Minecraft RP? Either way, I would like to cut straight to the chase.

I belong to an emerging Kingdom and we're actively looking for citizens. Our political system is an offshoot of Feudalism for now, with hopes of expanding into more centralized systems such as a Republic and hopefully Empire if we become numerous enough. I'd love to throw more details about us so ask away

Post your RP profiles

Discord: https://discord.gg/tYjtuS8

Come talk to us"

File: 089d095c021ebe2392fdb3f38faadf48.jpg (76KB, 736x588px) Image search: [Google]

76KB, 736x588px

>This will be a chill, relatively slow paced civ style quest. We will control a Insect Queen and her hive of Grubs. Rolls will be d20, higher is better.

The soft, pliable cocoon of your Queen is parted by a chewing mandible, the membrane torn torn apart by the awakening Queen and her attending Grubs. Large spadelike forelimbs push away the soil and chewing mouthparts mix the earth into a cementlike mix before smoothing the short tunnel toward the surface. Your Queen bursts through the surface, eying the rising sun skeptically

>Mother! Grubs wake with mother!
>Grubs work work! Grubs dig!
>Grubs build! Grubs make!

The simple minds of her trio of Grubs brings a tinge of joy to her as she reaches up a ponderous, soft limb and pulls down a tree branch, gnawing on the tender wood. It appears her mother only left her with three Grubs to serve her once she finished Pupating. Hives have been built with less she supposes.

The meter long, fat Grubs look at her with the adoration and reverence of loyal dogs. Their large, shovel like forelimbs scratching in the earth as their beady black eyes glitter in the morning light.

>hive pop
>1 Queen
>3 Worker Grubs
>Food-None
>Hive Structures-
>Mutations-

>Have Grubs Build something

>Have Grubs gather food

>Have Grubs scout

>Other

File: THEFEDERATION.jpg (70KB, 572x317px) Image search: [Google]

70KB, 572x317px

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIGHCoVzqtk

Welcome to the Federal Service. . For whatever reasons, you decided to join the Service. Whether it be for citizenship, to have a child, or to run for office. You signed the papers, and took the oath.

First things first, we need to get some information. What branch did you get accepted to?

> Military Intelligence

A more cloak-and-dagger type of quest. Think James Bond meets the Cold War.

> Fleet

Star Trek. Literally. Be on a ship.

> Mobile Infantry

Boots on the ground. Morita in hand, fighting whatever dumb bastard crosses the Federation.


>Would you like to know more?

File: Mecha Space Pirate Quest 2.jpg (907KB, 899x1297px) Image search: [Google]

907KB, 899x1297px

Welcome back, Mechjockeys of Phaeton, to the ninety-fifth installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest. I'm your host, Wong, as always, and today you are still Pirate King Roarke Susan Starwind, Rightful Ruler of the Asteroid Belt and pilot of the undefeated Knuckle Kaiser. Also a newlywed husband to six women.

Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Mecha+Space+Pirate+Quest%2C+Collective+Game%2C+mecha
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mecha%20Space%20Pirate%20Quest
Master Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/sSHs0QmF
Upgrade Menu: http://pastebin.com/QQQzkFZe
List of Moves: http://pastebin.com/HSdyCe2y
Rogues' Gallery: http://pastebin.com/E9ZcDLfG (finally updated)
Brazilia's Kawaii Space Jam Gallery: http://pastebin.com/pZtRmbWS

Today is a day of reckoning for General Hermione Fairchild, mistress of the Super-Battleship Iulia Maesa, pilot of the Rose Queen mark 6. Today her many horrible chickens come home to roost.

File: PersonaUSAOP.png (10KB, 678x240px) Image search: [Google]

10KB, 678x240px

You are James Baker, a wild card according to the mysterious figure known as Igor. After living in Birchland for some time you discovered "The Rift" with your friends. The Rift has been causing people to act like cliches and sterotypes.

After putting down the mysterious figure that was maintaining The Rift, you sought out an exit. Sadly the exit came in the form of another open Rift. The exit rest in a campsite surrounding a large stone tower, which in your world is in front of the People for Humane Animal Treatment local HQ.

People inside are for sure being effected, your source confirmed that. The source turning out to be Carson's usual assistant, Natalie, is worrying. From what you can tell they also have something drastic planned, but what could it be?

Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Crab%2C+Persona

Discord: https://discord.gg/CkH8dwp

Announcements: https://twitter.com/TheCrabQM

James Stats: https://pastebin.com/8Rk4zhiz
Social Links: https://pastebin.com/Rda5aB89
Personas & Party Members: https://pastebin.com/g8z3egL9

Song of the Thread: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fC_q9KPczAg

File: tot1.jpg (5MB, 1200x7000px) Image search: [Google]

5MB, 1200x7000px

This will be an RP of a very extensive CYOA: http://imgur.com/a/HncTR

Image Dump will be Below.

To Start we will vote on traits and determine what type of leader and nation we will have, then move on to the RP, once set up is finished.

This seems like a really cool World so I hope you guys enjoy.

File: Fresh Soul Reaper Quest.jpg (249KB, 1131x707px) Image search: [Google]

249KB, 1131x707px

Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1757108/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/fUKdUWLF
-
Blood stored
2 bloody attacks
-
Masks as white as bleached bones, freshly fallen snow or even my own hair fill my sigh, hollows of all shapes and sizes rushing towards us like an army of the vengeful dead. My hands twitch, lowering my blade so I may swing through the first one that's going to feel its kiss neck. Tosen stands beside me, holding his zanpakuto to his side as he runs beside me, his expression hidden by his mask. For a brief moment, before we clash with the horde my mind wanders for just a second at the glimpse of Kaname's mask.

It almost reminds me of a mempo. Though in his case it'd be a Somen I suppose...it brings back memories none the less. The thundering charge of a thousand or more men, the cries of war...proper, honorable war. Even if it was just merely skirmish or battles between me a friend or two if I was lucky and a couple of disrespectful bastards. It has the same feeling, it calls to my blood in the same way. Rushing besides Kaname, it reminds me....reminds the blood in my veins of the many times I charged to battle side by side the men who I could call comrade. I take a step, a smile flowing on my lips as the two spirits in my zanpakuto both howl out for blood....or maybe its my own soul? things become so muddled in combat after all.

Yes, the foes may be different. But battle will never find itself distasteful to me, a chance to prove my skills and now strike down hungering, deprived beasts. Nostalgia rises in my heart, along with the flames of war.

The moment ends, I move my arms to strike hearing the song of my zanpakuto as it cuts through the air along with Tosen's.

Then my memories are soured, and replaced with rage. The sound of gunshots, smoke filling the air. Blinding light fills my eyes, tinted blue. Hollows cry out, howling loudly as my smoke flows freely around me.

Of course the coward would use firearms. As if she hadn't tainted our battle enough already, the whore. Can't even fight with her own body, and even then she won't fight like her family did, up close and personal.

My ponytail dances behind me as I stop a step away from the hollow line, my grip tightening with my anger.

What do I do?
[] Strike as I planned, chopping through the hollow in front of me's neck 1d100
[] Aid Tosen in taking down his opponent 1d100
[] Cut the Quincy's bullets down 1d100 (arrow breaking)
[]Turn, striking as many hollows as I can with one strike 1d100 (Whirlwind)
[] Grab a hollow by the mask, and use it as a living shield 1d20+strength
[] Charge through the lines, calling the quincy a coward 1d20+endurance and nearly hollow
[] Gut a nearby hollow 1d100 (blood letting)
[] Unleash a drowning torrent of blood 1d100 *bloody attack*
[] write in

Heyoh, sorry about the delay. Again.

File: PlumpQuest4.png (334KB, 660x754px) Image search: [Google]

334KB, 660x754px

In ages long past, the Lussurian Empire spanned the known world. The empire's supreme magical might secured the nation's prosperity for centuries. The nation's opulence grew over time and its citizens became increasingly decadent. Corruption spread, misuse of magic skyrocketed, and in time; the whole of The Empire collapsed under its own weight. Civilization vanished.

One thousand years hence, several countries have since sprung from the ashes, magic seen as a dangerous but necessary tool. In recent years, there has been a surge of interest in that fallen empire. Scholars believe that the magic of old may yet be used properly, but lore of those times is all but gone. The ruins of that mighty age still stand, and scholastic fervor has summoned a new profession; the Treasure Hunter.

But the magic of the old empire still lingers in the unexplored ruins, and is dangerous to body and mind.

In more ways than one...

File: Skullgirls-Banner.jpg (146KB, 1220x400px) Image search: [Google]

146KB, 1220x400px

You are a Gigan under the named Glewvar. Though you are ten feet tall and weigh in at seven hundred pounds, you are still smaller than your average Gigan. What inspired you to fight was the unstoppable wrestler Grendal. Every Saturday night, you would tune into the Gigan Wrestling Federation to watch Grendal fight to defend the GWF Belt. When you heard he was going to the Canopy Kingdom to fight their champion Beowulf for not just the Gigan title but the Canopy Kingdom heavyweight championship belt you couldn’t contain your excitement.

However, once the day came and you turned on your TV to watch, you knew something was off as soon as he stepped into the ring. His movements seemed more erratic than in most of his matches and he was much slower as well. Maybe it was just pre match nervousness, then he started to loose. No, he couldn’t lose! HE’S GRENDAL THE UNSTOPPABLE, HE CAN’T LOSE TO JUST A GUY WITH A WOLF GIMMICK AND A STEEL CHAIR! Glued to your TV, you watched as slowly, Grendal was withered down until, that singular blow, knocked him down. Your mouth hanged open as the referee announced the winner… Beowulf, the resident champion of the Canopy Kingdom. A technologically advanced kingdom but one filled with weaklings who rely on gadgetries rather than their might. After that, your nation became laughable, only to be mocked as one of the Gigan nations best was defeated by a joke. It angered you and filled you with bitterness and anger unmatched by anyone or thing around you. Yet, despite Grundal’s defeat, you still kept your morale high. In fact, his defeat only hardened your resolve as you began your training and career as a wrestler.

Training in grappling, you use your opponents own weight and clumsiness to your advantage, you’d slam and throw them around, all the while making use of submission holds to tire them out or lead them into more grappling techniques. Soon, and by soon you mean a decade later, you became a wrestler just like Grendal. Fighting your way up the ladder, you became one of the Gigan nation’s best wrestlers, even claiming the GWF championship belt. Holding the gold for the first time, you were approached by Gilgamesh himself, the king of the entire Gigan nation. He gave you a mission, to hunt down some monster that terrorizes the Canopy Kingdom and destroy it.

Something called a “SkullGirl”, it uses powerful magic and it protects the “Skullheart”. From all the reports that came in it sounded strong and looked strong, with a big bounty on its head, and its reward was untold amounts of glory. Maybe, just maybe, if you could defeat this Skullgirl and Skullheart you could restore your nation’s former glory! Gilgamesh pays for your ride over to the Canopy Kingdom an air zeppelin. With determination in your eyes and years of wrestling under your belt to hunt them down and by man or god nothing will get in your way. Not unless they want their spine to be worn like a necklace.

File: Castle Diluvium.png (576KB, 1000x563px) Image search: [Google]

576KB, 1000x563px

Previous threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cyberpunk+Demonslayer

Previously, our protagonist Jack picked up a lizard chick in a swamp, had a near-death experience with feral beasts, and got his plans for incest ruined. He's currently having a serious chat with his grandpa about that.

File: 1415809395708.jpg (4MB, 2700x6000px) Image search: [Google]

4MB, 2700x6000px

I'm intending for this civilization game to be something of a mixture between standard civ fare and some of the more hard-core civ threads we had a few years back.

I'll need three votes for our race, and three for our place.

File: Rainbowtribes3.png (771KB, 1600x901px) Image search: [Google]

771KB, 1600x901px

Welcome to Rainbow Tribes
In this game you will take control of a tribe and along with the other players of your tribe, you will develop culturally, technologically, and historically in order to progress and prosper.

Rules
> Each turn is 2 weeks
> Each turn you can do 5 things. Actions, Research, Trade, Diplomacy & WAR.
> Each turn you are limited to 1 research, 3 actions, 1 trade, 1 diplomacy & 1 war.
>If infrastructure is built you may do more of each (e.g. university, military barracks, embassy etc)
> To avoid salt from other races, turns must be feasible and believable considering the situation and knowledge of the race at the time ("Done IC"). Being specific in turns are also preferred as it reduces salt & helps writing
> WAR MUST be declared the turn before any war action happens, once war is declared, an attack may happen at any point until PEACE is declared
>No Secret turns
> You MUST be in discord to play

To clarify what the types of moves entail:
-Actions (Literally doing things, building, traveling, gathering).
- Research (Developing new Ideas & techs, Upgrading/changing old ideas & techs)
- Trade (Exchanging 1 thing for another
- Diplomacy (Making deals with other tribes/NPCs)
- War (Moves aimed at destroying another faction.)

>If a turn is viewed as particularly creative or well thought out, it will be given the INNOVATIVE or PLANNED bonus. Giving +10 to it's roll or a bonus effect. Both simultaneously may be given the INGENIOUS bonus of +25 on rolls & maybe a bonus effect.

>Last time on Rainbow tribes

-Splintered red's got involved in the mountain war. Scarlets fled looking for protection & Maroons are standing their ground, risking it all for the glory of the rat goddess

Greens became Gray messengers, set up a town and are attempting to become switzerland

Blues liberated the goblin capital, pulled the strings in the goblin war, moved to volcano island and have just become religious fanatics of quetzalcoatl

Oranges dealt with a werewolf curse, allied with purples and waged war on the goblins.

Previous thread >>1733082

Discord
https://discord.gg/dpGkEE