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The fire of war rages, his majesty King Maximilian and his companians are marching onward to the demonic wastes far to the north. This is the age of Heroes and Legends, stories to be told for centuries to come. Today a hero is born, in a small city near the kingdom's border. You are one of the city's guard and today, your actions shall determine this hero's fate. This is CityGuard Quest.

Write in name, gender, and weapon of choice. Roll a 1d100 and the highest roll is chosen.

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Having a famous parent can be a real bother, especially if they're an evil ruler of the land. You'd think being the son of the wicked queen of the borderlands wouldn't be so bad, but all your life she's coddled you and prevented you from achieving your own greatness! Finally though after many years and on the cusp of adulthood, you took matters into your own hands and escaped her loving clutches! Absconding with some valuables and servants, you fled from the lands in control of your mother to strike out and make something of yourself, to stand on your own two feet.

And so after some month's of freedom you've come to Dowen Belda, the domain of the elves, particularly the forested region. In a snap decision though, rather than the haughty pointed ears, you decided instead to find refuge among some orcs. They seem a good, strong bunch to throw your lot in with, and perhaps eventually control. For now though they've got their own problems, which in helping them with, you may gain their loyalty.

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Welcome to my quest; KREAM!
Set in a viking-lore filled world of fire and ice(kream), a land of wintery tundra/forests with mountains and rivers because vikings. The protagonist of our journey is Keanu Reeves, a skald (professional action-poet) ready to explore the enchanted lands. He will encounter great works of the gods in the landscape, interesting vikings, slaves, peasants, and even Christians, and fight glorious battles to complete his goal- to achieve Valhalla. Like Buddhism but for glory.
The requirements to join the valorious in the homoerotic Assgaurd of Valhalla include, but are not limited to, dying in battle, being an elite warrior, and getting at least a 1170 on the new SAT.
Take part in Keanu's journey by posting roleplay actions like "I/Keanu Reeves ask the barkeep for a shot of the stuff under the counter" and then I'll physically roll this d20 I got here to determine the effects for the sake of randomness and fun. If there's actually more than one person's action after my post I will pick one that seems best for the continuation of the quest, but I definitely support wild and creative solutions to problems. We are in a viking land after all.
I will hopefully provide art each post as well from my mspaint masterpieces (I have a bunch from a Keeanu Reeves r34 thread I once started on /b/, but those were mostly about his sock puppet he used for wanks and growing mushrooms so it doesn't exactly work with this quest). I also have a few drawfriends I can force with my iron will and supple body.
But enough talk, leeet's Quest! (Anyone else annoyed by that cringy twitch stream d&d YouTube ad?)

You, Keanu Reeves, wake up to the sound of a gentle stream. You are in a forest of wide-spread pine trees. The ground is cleared. There is no snow but it is pretty cold. The first thing you notice is a thin plume of smoke in the distance, but you decide to take stock of your own self first. You have nothing to your name but traveler's clothes and your wits, and you must keep both about you to survive. Cupping your hand, you drink from the stream. It's freezing cold, but refreshing. Also leaves some yellow scum on your hands. Weird. You take a step back and stretch. You don't remember how you got here or where you are, but you're God damn Keanu Reeves and the world is your oyster. What do?

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War, War never changes.

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You are the Courier, and you are on a quest to use all your knowledge and power to rebuild a new America in the image of your liking. Along the way you have faced challenges, made new contacts, and face the prospects of new dangers and opportunities. Among the many things you face that you have not before, is that of being a father to your mutant child and, in a sense, the progenitor of an alien clone whom you have made an enemy while preserving your honor, and who and has fled with abducted companions. Your main settlement, Big MT, has succesfully fended off a 2nd alien threat, this time (hopefully) for good, now totally cleansing the great alien craft and securing the saftey of the Crater and the Chinese base within. Having done so you continue on your efforts to assemble a proper industrial and military basis of a nation with all the science and technology at your disposal, meanwhile you do not ignore the affairs of the outside world. Currently, you visit New Vegas and the Mojave, now firmly under Legion control, both to survey the area and retrieve any useful assets for your use.

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

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Your journey takes you to a fort under the command of Lady Ciara mac Maed, one of your allies in Olstren. Officially, she's only here to maintain the peace until the genealogists find a proper heir for the fort. Unofficially, she's in charge now and will continue to be in charge for a very long time.

Lady Ciara welcomes you at the gates of her abode. Reagan descends from your carriage first, followed by you and Olwen, who's holding the twins.

"Welcome to Steelpoint Fort, your majesty," Lady Ciara says. "You honour us with your presence."

"Nonsense, Lady Ciara," Reagan responds. "We are grateful to you for hosting us."

"As you say, your majesty." Lady Ciara bows and invites you into the fort. "We had prepared a great feast in your honour, but if you prefer to discuss business privately first…"

>"We would certainly appreciate a feast after our journey."
>"A private room would be better, I think."

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Summaries and text only:
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Full threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=ancap

“Well, let’s get going then. You like seafood?” You have a good spot if she does.

“I have no problem with it.” Good enough.

Claire walks behind you, fully immersed in her tablet, as you and Elaina turn a corner. She continues forward anyways, the whole remaining length of the hallway, coming within inches of the wall before you speak up. Isabelle gives you a look when you stop walking to watch her. You break into a smile at her confusion.

“Hey, Claire, there’s a turn coming up soon.” She pivots in the direction of your voice and takes a few more steps your way before finally looking up. Elaina just rolls her eyes.

“Thanks, sorry for not paying attention, but something big is happening on earth right now.” She flips the tablet around. A stream is playing, showing some kind of military action in progress. Power-armored troops run across an open rocky expanse, dodging artillery, while flashes proceed falling vehicles. “Dystopian Canada’s. Volunteers fighters are still flooding over though to help. It could go either way.” She explains.

“Hope we win.” You can’t really muster up more enthusiasm. But patriotism demands at least that much.

“Of course, we will. They won’t hold position there. Canada has way too many loners up north.”

‘Still the cities will never be the same.” Claire puts her tablet away in a show of willpower.

“War does that. Alright let’s go get some drinks and be grateful we aren’t being invaded too.”

You find Tauri waiting at the hangar, talking with Alice outside your mag-lift. The doors look good as new. “Hey, Claire. I fixed your ship.” Alice waves to Claire when she sees her.

“Hey Alice, we’re all about to go get some drinks, want to tag along?” You throw out the offer knowing she’ll be hurt if you don’t.

“I know, Tauri told me. I wish I could but I have more work to do tonight.” She pouts at this but cheers up when Claire goes over to say hi.

You all get into the lift, heading off in the direction of the north-west quadrant, where your old home was. You introduce Isabelle to Elaina and Tauri, explain that she’s a synth. Then spend a few minutes trying to stop Isabelle and Tauri from apologizing at each other for their actions earlier. In the end, it seems like Tauri’s began to like Isabelle.

The bar is in a small building right up against the dome and underneath it’s curve. You’re soon parked safely in a hangar and heading for the elevator.

“Not too many people know of this place, so don’t go spreading it around.” You joke as you use the touchscreen to select the lowest basement floor. The place is popular enough, but never crowded. On the way over you all agree on getting a table rather than hanging out at the bar. You catch sight of the place’s sign, and lead the group to Saltwater Sal’s.

Cont.

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> Welcome back to Necropolis Vampire CivQuest!
>Last thread we (Carthus, a gravedigger in the Necropolis district of the city of Ceredi) were infected by the bite of a vampire on a corpse cart, and spent days in a stupor, before hunting down a few gravediggers, and raising a corpse as a thrall. Then, we grew and developed, hunting down some guardsmen and allowing our thrall to gorge on bodies, becoming a hulking crypt ghoul. We developed wings and grew them out with the energy taken from the guardsmen, and proceeded to learn how to raise primitive undead servants, and how to manipulate captive souls. We then discovered the de Vander crypt, and decided it would make a wonderful new home.

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You have your thralls gather up the corpses you have in your possession, along with the armour taken from the guard-tower, and drag it outside the doorway of the de Vander crypt. The pile of rotting flesh makes the mouth of the crypt thrall water, but silencing it with a glance you spit life-lood down onto your great clawed hands. Still hot from the churning energy of the hunt, now long passed, the blood boils and fizzles on your hands, charged with life-force. You reach down to the still, cloudy-eyed faces of the four corpses at your feet, and brand your bloody hand-prints upon them. You step back, breathing deeply at the exertion, and your new servants arise. With an army of four servants, two human thralls, a hulking Crypt Thrall, still dripping with chilled ichor, and your regal self, you are ready to face whatever wanders in the crypt below.

The proud tarnished marble of the old door stands to face you, bound on either side by decapitated stone sentinels, their digits worn away as if pulled apart. The stoic inscription "De Vander" over the door gleams with the remains of inset silver, long since looted, but, despite the age of the place, not a single vine, plant or root dares grow on the reverent spot. You feel unease as you touch the stone, but push through it in rage. You will not be defied by a mere door. You step to the side, and with a flick of your eyes, your thralls go to work. The regular thralls and servants arm themselves with the guard's weapons and with shovels, the tools of you old trade. They clear the entryway of mud, ensuring the door will not stick with the earth, and your crypt thrall prepares to charge. The stone shudders, hairline cracks rippling out from the seams. At the second charge, the cracks widen, and the stone of the door begins to shed reams of dust. At a third charge, the stone shatters back, a plume of dust rising out as the rubble falls in. Not waiting for it to clear, you march forward, your own sight adapting instantly to the darkness of the steps down to the crypt.

Cont.

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Stage 157:

It is such a joy to work with another professional.

Really, you have no words for the pleasure that knowing the person you are working with knows what to do, what not to do, and is capable of cleaning up the scene of a crime as well as you can, right down to disposing of the ashen remnants of an oni. The drug dealer you summarily executed goes into a Barrier of your own, and you make certain you know where all the cameras are in the place. Security is only so good here, and probably run through his personal system rather than an official firm; the Yakuza thug you killed didn't belong in this territory but he knew who did, and that means the shop owner is paying protections. Kiku-chan double checks the street, because the things they can do with computers is amazing, but there aren't any ATMs or street cameras that can peek into this particular shop.

Which isn't really all that surprising given the kind of things sold in it.

“I am concerned about you killing a human, Ryukusa-sama.” It doesn't really surprise you that Er Yin-sensei would voice this particular concern.

“Well, I'm afraid it was necessary. I'll make sure he gets a decent burial and that there are prayers for him, don't worry. Just not right now.” You tidy up a few more things and walk back to where Er Yin has been patiently waiting.

She tilts her head and lashes her tail slowly. “I mean I am more concerned about you killing a human. You usually give some measure of warning to your enemies, do you not?”

You grimace at the gentle accusation even as you pick up the slender glass toy that looks something like a tongue made of glass, if tongues were twelve inches long and green and yellow. Smells like Kiku-chan's skin; and is definitely cold. Probably what made her yelp. “I understand that, Er Yin-sensei, but I'm afraid this one couldn't be allowed to live. First, he was human, so I couldn't very well drop a Barrier on him without making sure I killed him through supernatural means first. Second, he works for the man who is trying to take Chisato's territory away, and that person doesn't need to know anything about me or my people. That's you, you know.” You run your finger down the length and glances speculatively at Er yin, who doesn't deign to notice, because obviously she can't.

“I think my Master is more concerned about your state of mind, not your reasoning,” Kiku-chan comments irascibly as she rubs her tummy, glaring at the toy you are studying.

….oh.

[] Well, it was more a case of necessity than cold blooded.
[] I don't kill in hot blood. Not even the oni died in hot blood.
[] Let me think on it a while. No, really, give me a bit.
[] If he had been working for anyone else at all, it would have been fine, but he wasn't.
[] So, about this toy that you measured....mind if I measure it on you, darling?

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Post a green text of something funny that happened during your dnd.
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Deciding to try a small mystery quest after the other one died. Doing this on my phone, so apologies for typos or slow response times.

You hear the buzzing of your alarm for a few minutes before opening your eyes. You lay there for a few moments thinking about what to expect from the small town you now call home. You begin thinking about your old home when you hear the sizzling of your father preparing his breakfast. The smell of cooking bacon convinces your body to move.

"Time to get ready," you think to yourself, pulling your body out of your bed. You look around your room and find your phone on one of the still packed moving boxes scattered around your room. You take a quick look at your phone.

> 06:43
> No service

Seeing the lack of service, you put your phone down snd head to your closet. The only set of clothes hanging is the school uniform your dad brought home the other day. You pull it out of the closet, amazed that a school in such a small town would require uniforms with the students name on it.

Which uniform were you given?
>Male uniform
>Female uniform

What is the name on the uniform?
>(Write in)

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Last thread: >>1554706

Last thread Tublat the Shaman saw in a vision that a mystical wolf had killed a missing hunting party. He stayed behind with the women and children while he advised the chieftan to go out hunting the wolf with all able bodied men.

One of them, Ibto, returned in the night, guided by a spirit sent to their aid by Tublat, and revealed that the wolf of the vision was a foreign army.

That night Tublat communed with the spirits and sent a warning to the shaman of Valestone.

It is now the next day and I'll draw something up for that real quick.

the other save slots will be opened once I feel comfortable leaving this one hanging for a while. or of course if the mystery time period is requested

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>Statistics: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
>Tasks: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1agFmzgoNb0jeqd2G9H2voZ5Zm4N6fxPTQXQyt_GY9ec/edit?usp=sharing
>Rolling Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1D6xlxpzfqF_rC2iemL-OGhFkNK4uiy8PZdvjkkdVBPU/edit?usp=sharing
>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=shipgirl+commander
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/DiceToTableTop

You look like Hell.

Grumbling, you open your eyes, finding yourself in a familiar, sterile environment.

Only … it didn’t look that sterile anymore.

‘Hello, Nee-san,’ you sigh tiredly, getting off the—admittedly comfortable—couch. ‘Doing some spring cleaning I see.’

The place wasn’t quite as pristine and polished as you had remembered. The walls now looked a little more dull and earthen compared to the clean walls from before—that they actually looked lived in and were aging away. The neat frames that were set on them before had been taken off and set down on the floor along with several boxes, where you notice rolls of wallpaper, vases, jars and the like were neatly arranged and put away, the furniture of the dining area pushed to one side and the kitchen counter having an assortment of instant meals, still in their packs.

While a little bit messy, you can appreciate that there was at least more of a semblance of color compared to the hospital-like state this place was in before. A little darker, a little dirtier but somehow, more … comfortable.

It actually felt like a home, even if it wasn’t yours.

I would have helped with the strange one but you seemed to have last night under control.

A grimace makes its way to your features as you remember just who she was talking about.

A flashing light catches your attention before you can throw out an adequate answer, from one side of the apartment—from two windows, one dark and another barely lit.

Pushing yourself off the couch, you approach the both of them.

You look outside one window, then to the other … two different streets at two impossible angles and heights, sullen, faceless folk walking down below in the first, the dawn barely rising in the distance as chimneys silently chuffed, and another with the ground much closer, a cracked pavement devoid of life save for a cat sitting on a car outside, more a permanent fixture than a living being in itself. You shake your head, feeling something coming along as you realize that both views don’t reconcile.

Confused, you step back from both sights … only to find yourself in a faceful of large, bountiful—

You may need a lesson in grace.

Embarrassed, you dislodge herself from her chest.

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Welcome back, everyone, to the eighty-seventh installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest. As always I'm Wong, your host, and today you are once again Admiral Roarke Susan Starwind of the Iron Kestrels Space Pirate fleet. Also tourney pilots, later on. You know the drill!


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

Last time, you sorted shit out and solved the problems caused by SOUL's stunt, acquiring new technology in the process. You also oversaw Round Three of the tournament, and with Rosita in such a good mood...it's time to take her to dinner, to see her sister.

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OH SHIT NIGGER(s) it's an adventure about killing vampires n shit.

3 vampire hunters, 1 little girl and a robutt, is going to infiltrate a vampire castle to kill the head vampire there for casting a spell than kept the world at perpetual night time.

While on the Vampires' side there's Bob the Vampbeast given the mission to stop these hunters.

The hunters are currently planning what to do next after wrecking the dining room.

Each character needs at least 1 player to be the voices in their head to tell them what to do n' shit.

Just name yourself something with the highlighted title under the character to identify which team you're going with. Example: Regular Hunter Faggot -> Controls Oswell the regular Hunter

Need at least 1 player for each dude, DOESN'T mean each character is limited to 1 player.

The more players each character has, the more rerolls that team gets.

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

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1537086/
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Other chars: http://pastebin.com/0igFQkgf
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"How...how the hell does thing move?" Alicia asks, her eyes wider than dinner plates as she stares up at my castle, as we sit in the shade of it, a few of Elizabeth's bandits roaming around stretching their legs or whatever they have below the waists and enjoying the fresh forest air. They're also giving us a wide berth, since I'm guessing they've figured out I'm on a bit of a "imaginative" and hehe, impuslive mood today, Which is good since that means they aren't scarring the poor "dead" girl standing inside the "fake" body I made her! "And you really have something for sweets don't you....weird rainbow woman"

"Mali, call me mali" I say with a grin as a little voice hissing in my skull tells me that I should claim her soul...but I'm not sure she's...well If I want her soul I'll have to wait a bit just to be sure I don't just end up dragging her into hell on accident "And it works because of magic, and gears and stuff, but I don't know how that part works at all"

"Guess she's amazed then?" Iris asks with a smirk as Lifa pouts, still glaring at the poor dead girl...I mean really, it wasn't fair what happened to her at all "Hey, any of you guys willing to show her around? She can't speak English but me and Mali here need to do some investigating and she can't come with us and before you ask why, its because she's technically just a ghost puppetting a meat doll, and we don't want the locals to get scared because she returned from her rather brutal death, understand?"

"....was any of that anything I should be concerned about?" She asks, stepping away from Iris as I step closer to my girlfriend, attracted to the sway of her fluffy and adorable ears

"No because none of these men understand what you are" Lifa says grumpily, grinding her teeth as she hangs on my back

"People still speak german?" A monster that looks like a hairy man with moss growing over his skin asks with a smile "Don't be afraid little one, we're not on the warpath"

"...Oh, german!" Iris says, her ears perking up as she turns to the terrified girl hiding beside me as the hairy man steps closer to her, his legs nearly as long as she is tall "Knew it sounded familiar, so I imagine you can help her stay somewhat calm in her new surroundings until we get back"

"Of course Scourge's niece, I won't harm a hair on her head" He says, with a wicked looking grin without a single bad thought in his head

"Can...can I stay with you two instead?" Alicia asks making Lifa shudder and shake her head

"If she's asking to come with us, tell her its safer here despite appearances" Iris says calmly, as she turns to walk back to the village the girl is from.

cont