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>>1605714
Caesar, what have you done to the poor girl's heart?

>>1605714
>private bedroom of one Countess Tabitha Roosevelt.
truly the Seduction way of life path is OP.

>>1605737
Heavy lays the mantle of the harem protag. Not everyone can handle it's girth, it's mass.

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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 Solar Dragon, lover and companion. She may carry Akko and four 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, due to receive her Silver Sword soon.
Kteine: Mid-ranked Gish (your adoptive daughter and acolyte); Class: Psychic Warrior, bound by Oath, due to receive her Silver Sword soon.

>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

>>1615492
>[] Settle4 down as let others see you as approachable.

>>1615492
>[] Settle down as let others see you as approachable.

>>1614784
Go outside.

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>you decide to go outside.
>its white
>inside is white
>everything is white
>you begin to wonder things.
>are there other colors?
>whats the meaning of life?
>what created you and why?

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oh look the sky suddenly has color!
>you feel a bit better and ignore the gun in the tree which you were going to kill yourself with

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1606430

>>1606434

> 86-100 Future: No ray guns or nuclear powered cars, but maybe malfunctioning autonomous drones and AIs lying around. Gangs might salvage cybernetic enhancements or solar panels for their vehicles.

Far out! It looks like we've got sci-fi technology, cyborgs, laser-guns, all that jazz, sounds fun! Roll 1d100 for the Setting's Climate!

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>1606430

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>>1605745

While Captain Nguyen and Charlie are tended too, you wonder of the state of Jillian, Jenkins, and your team member, are they OK? Things got pretty hectic after you all separated. Finally, you glance back over at the XCOM squad leader, from Argentina, who is quietly chatting over comms. It seems their high-end gear is unaffected by whatever Jamming equipment the aliens used….

>Check to see if the Captain and Charlie are alright with Rachel and Nepal, you hope whatever these… aliens did to them isn’t permanent.
>Link back up with the rest of the squad, you should get them on the same page before Jenkins starts shooting at the currently friendly XCOM soldiers.
>Argentina knows the most out of anyone here why your team fought aliens in a drug bust. You want answers.
>Other.

>>1605750
>>Link back up with the rest of the squad, you should get them on the same page before Jenkins starts shooting at the currently friendly XCOM soldiers.

>>1605750
>>Link back up with the rest of the squad, you should get them on the same page before Jenkins starts shooting at the currently friendly XCOM soldiers.

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>>1612022
“So it's not a total scumbag we're gonna have to meet,” you sigh, “but still only a bit less intolerable than your average thug. Anything else?”

“Well, Crespo's a consigliere,” Cima reminds you. “If that means what it usually means, he's not 'made'. He's not a killer, he's an adviser... one whose advice just happens to end with people getting killed some of the time. And to be an adviser for the mafia it means he's going to be cunning and absolutely without scruples even by the standards set by businessmen these days.”

“He also went out of his way to specify the time and place, meaning the restaurant he picked is either really good, or it's Sandino home turf.”

“You think he might be setting up to jump us?” you ask warily.

Cima shakes her head. “I doubt it. More that they're likely prepared for you to make an aggressive play.”

Eventually, the time comes for you to head to the restaurant in question: a little place called Amaro's on the second level of the city.

>Leave in plain clothes, unarmed.
>Leave in plain clothes, concealed weapon.
>Leave in battle dress, open carried weapon.
>Other?

>>1612025
Is the battle dress the full armor ensemble? I'm assuming so judging from an open carried weapon as an option.

>>Leave in plain clothes, concealed weapon.
>>Other?
Maybe something to match the power suit/tie that they'll probably be sporting.

And yay, pastebin updates.

>>1612025
>Leave in plain clothes, concealed weapon.
I kinda imagine that its bad form to show up to one of these meetings unarmed. Like forgetting to wear a tie.

>>1604426

Jolted awake by the sound of the train doors sliding open, it takes a hasty glance out of the window to chase away your sudden disorientation. Making sure to tuck the urn under your arm, you step out into the solemn town, the nameless burial ground. It looks just as you remember, with thick trees stretching out around you and the nearby hills grey with concrete pillars – every one of them is a memorial, and one of those memorials bears Hikari's name.

Maybe that's why you came here. With everything else that's happened in the past few weeks, you've barely had the time to give her a second thought. Visiting her grave might be just what you need right now, a chance to settle down and think clearly – or not to think at all, if only for a short while. Letting your memories guide you, you start off towards Hikari's grave. You'll take a moment to pay your respects, scatter Zakuro's ashes by the laze, and then... and then you'll think of something.

As you walk, you sink deep into your thoughts – deep enough that you barely notice the burial grounds around you. It's only when you get close to Hikari's grave that you look up, coming to a dead halt.

A young woman is standing at the concrete marker, her head bowed in solemn silence.

-

You don't recognise her, this new arrival, but even a passing glance is enough to tell you that she is far from normal – the sword is a good indication of that. She wears it casually, with one hand resting lightly on the grip, but there's no mistaking it for anything else. She absolutely, definitely has a sword hanging at her hip. Although wary at first, your initial caution is soon replaced by a burning curiosity. Who could she be, you wonder, and why would she be at Hikari's grave? The possibility, however tenuous, of finding a link to her past is what sends you hurrying up to the woman.

“Uh, excuse me?” you begin, “Are you...”

“I apologise for the intrusion. I simply came to pay my respects,” the woman replies, giving you a polite bow. As she dips her head, the string of charms around her neck – bones, tokens, all manner of things – jangle softly together. “Now then,” she continues, looking you in the eye, “You must be... Miho, correct?”

“That's right,” you confirm, realising that a lie would be pointless, “But how did you know that?”

“I believe we have a mutual friend,” the woman answers, a slight smile playing around her lips. Her accent is foreign, American, although you couldn't say much more than that – it's not the southern twang that colours Chiaki's speech, but something a little more restrained. “My name is Megumi Eto,” she explains, “And I'm... like you. I'm a magical girl.”

[2/3]

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>>1604427

As you slowly trek over to a nearby bench, the sort that mourners might use to sit and rest awhile, Megumi explains a little more. As the Gravetender, chosen of Dignity, she felt the need to pay her respects to a fellow magical girl – even if she had been a complete stranger.

“So you never actually met Hikari,” you sigh after a while, “I guess I shouldn't have got my hopes up...” Leaning back on the bench, you stare up at the night sky and think for a moment. Megumi isn't the sort for idle chatter, as you've learned, but the silence is... nice. Companionable enough, at least. “So wait, how did you learn about Hikari?” you ask, frowning suddenly, “And me, how did you know my name?”

“Abraham told me. I'll admit, I had to pry the answers out of him, but I have some practice with that,” Megumi pauses, shaking her head before correcting herself, “Ah, but he uses another name these days, doesn't he?”

“Kurosawa,” you mutter, “the mutual friend...”

“That's it, yes,” nodding, Megumi toys with one of her charms, “I hope he hasn't been too hard on you. He doesn't quite understand people, but he has mankind's best interests at heart.”

The mention of Kurosawa, and his “unique” way of dealing with people, leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Frowning a little, you hold the urn of Zakuro's ashes closer and think to yourself. Megumi waits in a cool silence, utterly calm and unreadable, leaving you to make the next move.

>I'm sorry, but I have something I need to take care of. It was nice meeting you
>You're from America, right? What's it like over there?
>Did Kurosawa ever... lie to you about anything?
>So why did you come here? Not just to pay your respects, surely...
>Other

>>1604430
>You're from America, right? What's it like over there?
>>Did Kurosawa ever... lie to you about anything?
>>So why did you come here? Not just to pay your respects, surely...
>>Other
"So what's your title?"

>>1604476
Bilbou Faggins
Xhe
110
Gigolo

>>1604476
>Xyphos
>Male
>22
>Frontline pikeman

>>1604527
Character sheet: https://pastebin.com/V7NkC6gY
Are you gonna be a:
Tyrant - Allies listen to you because they fear you, you can lower allies morale and raise their attack
Tactic - Allies listen to your battle plans more but tend to ignore your opinions outside the battle, you can add your INT to allies roll
Caring General - Your allies have better morale when around you, tend to listen to you more

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

You rise from your bed, the base tones of the Pillar Men waking you from the previous nights slumber. As the sheets fall off you they reveal your boxer wearing form to the world, and contrary to the people the song is dedicated to...

You are a scrawny little puke.

You're tall, yeah but you're as fat as a pole, and your musculature is... wanting. The same man in the mirror only serving to reinforce your statement. God your scrawny. Your hair a mess, your grades sub-par, no extracurricular activities to speak of. All you really do the rest of the day except for going to school is browsing and shitposting on /cg/, Capes General.

Fuck you need to do something or your life is just going to stay bitter and grey.

On the bright side, today is your second year of High-School, specifically at Midtown High School. So, you know, new beginnings and all that. You get your hair in order, brush your teeth and put on some deodorant, as you're not a complete freak, you don't piss in bottles... and you hope it never comes to that.

You head down stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing yourself some Special K. You're out of anything else and you figure if it's doing wonders for your Uncle, might as well do wonders for you! Cereal first of course. You check the time an- HOLY SHIT IT'S 6:50 YOU GOT TEN MINUTES!!

You scarf down the rest of your breakfast, OJ almost killing you through suffocation, and rush out the door! You'll just have to text Uncle later.

Christ you're a mess sometimes. Speaking of which, what IS your name?

>Michael Mason

>Benson Baldomar

>Rod Willabert

>Vladimir Steponas

>Write in...?

>>1604935
>Vladimir Steponas

>>1604935
>Vladimir Steponas
The only name that seems as weird as Solomon.

I love you Quest Drone <3

I still can't believe there are no elder scrolls quests

>>1602627
ded thred: the board

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The past five days pretty much all you’ve done is sleep. You could say it’s the death threats that stream your way that get to you, even though Cyborg and Starfire filtered them out three days ago. Another good excuse would be the creepy letters congratulating you for leaving so little of the man you personally turned into pasta sauce, reminding you of the other scum still inhabiting that need to disappear. Neither of them took into account that each of those letters is also a constant, recurring kick in the nuts. But’s it’s not that. It’s that the weight of taking of a laugh wears on you and exhausts you. Maybe the nightmares keep some people awake but for you they’re better than what you get when you’re awake.

Better to close your eyes and just let it crush you…

“Adam, it’s time to wake up” an almost monotone voice says, your glowing a somehow radiant black before being tossed to the other side of your bedroom.

You immediately get up, almost ready for a fight, when you see Raven walk across the room silently and open your blinds. Your eyes shut immediately flush with a low key agony as you hear Raven’s footsteps as she moves to the other side of the room and open your door.

“It’s 9 am, you’ve locked yourself away almost a week it’s time to stop doing this their way and start doing it mine.”

A.) I WAS trying to sleep.

B.) Your way? What?

C.) You do nothing BUT hide your room, at least I have an excuse.

>>1602324
>B.) Your way? What?
We're back, baby! Aaand we're in a depression.

>>1602324
>Your way? What?

>>1608035
Interesting premise, OP

>>A Name
Rolouzis
>>Starting Age
23
>>Starting Unit
Falx-equipped infantry
>>Starting Equipement (choose 2):
-Great Sword (two-handed falx)
-Leather Armor
>>Favored Skills
-Leadership
-Melee Mastery

>>1608035
>>A Name
Magua
>>Starting Age
25
>>Starting Unit
-Spear Infantry
>>Starting Equipment (choose 2):
-Halberd
-Horse
>>Favored Skills
-Craftsmanship
-Strategy

>>1608035
> A Name
Severus
>Starting Age
26
>Starting Unit
-Short Bow Archer
>>Starting Equipement (choose 2):
-Short Sword
-Long Bow
>>Favored Skill(easier to learn for you and higher starting rank, can still progress in other,Choose 2) :
-Ranged Mastery

>Approval required
-Horses (husbandry, training, handilng)

>>1603758
Soon the hated storm of the ruinous chaos engulfed the entirety of Hammerhawk. A maelstorm of internal madness waged through all echelons of the Hammerhawk cree, but the Warp Storm passed instanteously. Now the ship sails aimlessly in an unknown sector of space, completely removed from the known extent of Imperium territory. Nobody admidst the Bridge or Lorekeeper division know where they are. The Hammerhawk crew is now truly alone in space.

>References for anyone not familiar with WH40K Imperial Navy

http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Imperial_Navy#Imperial_Navy_Rank_Hierarchy

http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Dictator-class_Cruiser

http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Imperial_Navy

http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Imperial_Navy_Hierarchy

>>1603768
Initially order is the first priority to check after survival of a Warpstorm. Captain Moganii had his Lord Lieutenant, Duellius Brandy, do roll calls within the Bridge.

Meanwhile, chaos was rearing in the lower levels away from the upper secure Bridge. Penal based servants used the temporal Daemon siege as a platform to liberate themselves from their Crewboss handlers. The various Armsmen squadrons didn't have time to realize what was happening after the Daemon incursion ended, being completely offguard by the mutiny. Heavy CQC combat was the main facet of action, with skirmishes of ranged Lasgun showdowns occured.

Being completely disorganized, Senior Bosun, Reeger Haga ordered a retreat from the stern hold where the Penal Indentured Servants hold their opposition to form a solidified position a level up from the mutinous Penal Servants to restabilize order admidst the Armsmen.

Just as Bosun Haga was tactically retreating up the stair corridor, he was stopped by the Fleet Commissar and two Guardsmen from his private retinue.

FC Zeluna Quvark eyed Bosun Haga down, eyes full of authoritarial malice.
"State name and command rank." The tension ramped into one of uncertainty.

Bosun Haga shakily answered back. "R-reeger Ha-aga, Bosu-"

His words soon were lost to him a he was slugged with beams spiraling to his midsection, internals vaporizing instanteously by the plasmic rounds splathering onto him. The former living fell in a heap on the corridor floor, a charred massive hole through him.

FC Quvark reholsters his Imperium Hellpistol, looking up at the assembled Armsmen struck completely surprised by what just happened. "There will be no retreat, the Penal Servants must know their place. They are nothing but lawless men and women that have overstepped the privileges of being alive even after committing crimes against the Imperium." He cups both his hands behind his back, his Commissar overcoat bellowing as he turns. (Cont.)

>>1603828
"Ensure the Stern levels are brought back under control."

With no choice under the treat of disciplinary execution, the still unorganized line of Armsmen squadrons re-engaged the improvised weapon wielding Penal Indentured Worker gangs.

While battle for the control of the stern levels of the ship insued, a surviving Daemon of unaligned Warp origin possessed a Chef named Lortimer Davies. This was your average run-of-the-mill Indentured Worker who just happened to be assigned to the culinary sector due his proficiency in cooking. Accessing his memories the Deamon, Hsau'lla'ryuiken, noted that most the Hammerhawk ship was under lock down. Communications were minimal due to the nature of the Warpstorm effects on Vox systems.

This was perfect for now proxified Lortimer. Going to the neighboring hab-cabin, he asked the come in on the guise of his toilet not working. After the Father of the Momen family let him in, Hsau'lla'ryuiken came out through Lortimer's mouth and absorbed the Mother, two daughters, and boy. Before the Father could even get his Sword Harpoon ready to strike back in revenge at the trauma he witnessed, Hsau'lla'ryuiken went back into the catatonic mortal frame of Lortimer Davies. Tackling the Father, a flash in Lortimer's eyes rendered his victim paralyzed, but conscious.

Hsau'lla'ryuiken took joy slowly torturing the Father of the Momen family, cutting him slowly piece by piece with a long kitchen blade before absorbing him. Now a monster roams the halls of Hammerhawk, possibly being any of the crew. But for now, Hsau'lla'ryuiken plans to eliminate all other life in his hab-district to consolidate territory to operate from.

alright quick and dirty, this quest is not for die hard lovers of cannon since fun and shenanigans beat cannon for the most part. Though I will accept info about the warhammer 40k universe general rule of thumb is fun is king here

Here is the link to the Doc archive https://docs.google.com/document/d/1N6DV3ou3h5MO0TZi61pc9jGoMBA4p3S4fJ0rCI6qooM/edit?usp=sharing

here is a link to the character's stats https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1VEdRRmqRN2wb661ea1Bz2iXQwqQl2JVgl1OdrmHk3Tk/edit?usp=sharing

you decide to check on the psyker loli that is holding your arm. "Terisa, how have you been?"

the psyker loli is quiet for a bit before she looks at you and states "About fucking time."

"where did you learn that language."

"you."

"fuck."

Drauge and Mirasi start laughing as Mirasi gets up and your stomach growls fuck you are hungry. "lets get you some grub, inquisitor." Mirasi states hoisting you up and dragging you to the mess hall.

you grab a tray and help yourself to some food, bland and mushy just like you are used to.

"hope you don't mind the normal soldier grub, I know it's not wine and-"

"enough Mirasi, just because I'm back does not mean you can unload the sass on only me."

"fine fine."

the psyker loli refuses to let go of your arm and begins to eat using her psyker powers, kicking her feet happily.

"she really likes you." Drauge states "almost as much as machine spirits like me."

"you mean the toaster spirit." Mirasi states grinning at Drauge.

the conversation devolves into Drauge trying to cover his embarrassment and Mirasi enjoying messing with him.

you quickly finish your meal and think of what to do.

>[1] make sure we are in real space and then head to the planet, time to start the search before the cultists get smart
>[2] check that Druage finished what you asked him to do and get him to show you exactly what he did
>[3] ask Terisa if she can help you get in touch with the emperor inside you, lets see if you can get him to more actively help you
>[4] write-in

>>1602629
>[3] ask Terisa if she can help you get in touch with the emperor inside you, lets see if you can get him to more actively help you

Zeldren hovers over the waking form of Elizabeth, having just made a deal with maybe the most powerful being he's ever met, or ever will meet. Hard to say really.

Elizabeth rises from the ground, her eyes staring into space with horror. Her mind is damaged, to shattered to feel fear at the sight of Ratman. She can only muble a single sentence "Little green men"

You float above this broken child, the result of your descision. Ratman rises and waits for a command, the muffle dsound of rats the only thing that can be heard besides Elizabeth's mumbles.

>Return Elizabeth to the village?

>Investigate another location?

>Test Ratman's abilities?

>Try and talk to Elizabeth?

>Other?

>>1601938
I think we might just be able to test ratman a bit before we return to the village. Also we should probably make some sort of credible place where Elizabeth could've hidden during the horrible goblin attack, as well as goblinify the scene as well as we can.

>>1601938
Talk to Elizabeth

"Im sorry child.. I wasn't able to protect you. Ill get you home safely. Tell the adults of the little green men that hurt your friends. Tell then how they died."