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The Raiders – Part 19

You sit on your cushions, drinking deeply of the potent and valuable liquor that Yzia has handed you in a stemless crystal goblet. Even with the inhuman stamina the Elder Power that suffuses your body and soul grants you, you feel exhausted. Elated as well; Tzanzi's knowing, careful hands explore the shimmering blade of Siobhan, the True Silver Sword song-purring softly in your mind like some demented cat. You smile as Yzia kneels before you, studying your eyes and face with a measure of awe as well as undisguised need.

The truth is that you want her too – you've spent a year and a half in a self imposed exile, with nothing but work, study, and the questionable pleasure of illusions and the purity of Siobhan's love. But you have at least two guests remaining. Well, one guest and a newly stolen (and utterly exhausted) slave. There are also duties to be attended to, and the pleasure of the Colloquy is sadly at an end.

Laying a hand on the shimmering void-glass sword you crafted for Yashi, you gaze at Yzia over the shimmering goblet as you drink deeply. Siobhan babbles softly at Tzanzi, who listens with great attention to the newly vocal sword's tales and expressions. Siobhan adores your murderous warrior, and always has. Now she has the opportunity to express her pleasure and affections to the mind-damaged murderer and is doing so with great eagerness. Are you not the one who always claims that I continuously surprise you, my love? You look as though I have violated some taboo even as you want to have your way with me.

I am, Akko, but this....this is dangerous! It's unprecedented! you set the goblet aside in the fundament, allowing to to slip free of your personal gravity as you give Yzia a bemused look. Even if it can be easily explained away before we leave here, it is still incredibly dangerous to have done these things.

With a sigh you sit up, leaning forward. Wrapping one arm about your legs, you cup her cheek with your other hand, your expression unguarded and soft in this moment, for her. I had no choice, beloved. Once we leave this place, we may never return here, and it is the only place that I may access the smaller void with any ease. I was gone for turnings here. There it was nearly a true sidereal year, perhaps two. I lost track of time quickly, because I had so much to accomplish and only that time to do so. You shift in place, switching from sitting to kneeling and she moves a little closer, diving your intent. Coiled before you, a sleek metallic aasimar with the eyes of a dragon, she is beautiful and vulnerable in a way that is rare to see.

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>>Previous threads

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dragonball+quest

>>Writeup Pastebin

http://pastebin.com/nzPARvE8

>>Information

This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Dragon Ball. You're playing as a twenty-seven year old man named Tofoo, and will adventure through the story of the Dragonball series alongside characters such as Goku, Yamcha, Bulma, Tien, and many others. Through your actions, you can make significant changes to the story, and perhaps even become the strongest fighter on Earth.

>Rules

At the end of each update you'll have ten minutes to vote on options. Write-ins are allowed, but I do reserve the right to veto them.

In the event of a draw, the option to receive the next vote wins

Rolls will be used on certain occasions, such as attempting a technique for the first time or attempting something extremely difficult. You will have three rolls, and if one succeeds, you succeed. There are no crits.

Rolls are made AFTER an option wins, not during the voting process

I hope everyone has fun.

>>Current Saga

Red Ribbon Revenge/ Android Saga

>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDmqDipQn9A&t=146s

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You are a rather capable pilot, hired by the Eaglewatch PMC for your services. The company seems trustworthy, but perhaps it's all a sham.

Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/tT1S2beh

A smile creeps on your face as you realize the prospects: A free fighter plane. You turn the corner, and see a rather pointy shape, almost shaped like a fifty cal round. It's nose is rather long, and you can make out roughly seven hard points on it's wings and belly. Bodhi whistles, and rests his elbow on your shoulder.

"A Tiger II? Someone at the company owed you a favor, ay?"

You chuckle, walking forward to examine the aircraft. Whatever markings it once had are now gone, the airframe totally blank as if it's fresh from the factory.

"Y'know, if ya' wanna have some style, you can pay Eddy to slap some designs on it."

Nodding, you walk around the back, peering into the two GE J85-GE-21B turbojet engines. More walking takes you to the front, where for a second you almost peer directly into the barrels of the twin M39A2 Revolver cannons, electing a quip from Bodhi.

"It's kinda hard to fly with a twenty mil hole in your face, y'know."

"Hush."

You clamber up the ladder and slip into the cockpit, examining the switches and arrays. Bodhi climbs up the ladder as well, sharing the same curiosity about your flight platform.

"No shit..."

You take your eyes off the flight stick, examining Bodhi's surprised expression.

"Huh?"

"That radar's an APQ-159-1. You've got AGM ability."

"Huh."

"Anyways, you get your first weapons load free. If ya' want, you could also order a paint job while we're over at Eddy's."

A brisk walk with the setting sun at your backs takes you back to Eddy's hanger. The old man watches something on a portable TV, his boots crossed on the desk.

"Hey old man, we need something for our Israeli friend here."

He doesn't take his eyes from the television, the glow casting a blueish light on his face.

"Really? What's that?"

"We need a starter's load. Y'know, AAMs, AGMs, that stuff."

Eddy rolls his eyes, taking out a clipboard.

"Just write down what ya' want."

You click the pen, writing down the necessities, like ten full loads of gun rounds (5,600) and a couple of AGM-65 Mavericks (20). Then, you come to a more complex part of the sheet; you can pick which type of weapons you want.

>20 AAMs, either AIM-9 Sidewinders or AIM-120 AMRAAMs, or a mix of both.
>40 Rocket Pods, either LAU-61s or LAU-10s, or a mix of both.
>40 Bombs, either Mark 82s or CBU-24s, or a mix of both.

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Hi! You might remember my Paper Mario quest a few months back. It's time for another go at that. With stats and everything!

After each update, you'll have 10-20 minutes to vote on each option, depending on the importance and how many posters are here. Rolls

Welcome to the Glitz Pit!

You step off the airship, your body trembling. The floating city of Glitzville is a lot smaller than you figured it would be - there's only, like... two places for food. How do they even get shipments here? Do they have a farm or something?

You shake these questions aside for now, trying to curb your nervous energy. It's a short walk to the main reason you've come here. A large, brightly-lit building stands directly in front of you, styled like an ancient coliseum, with the visage of a neon Chain Chomp looking down to greet all curious guests. It's unnerving, really. But you haven't come this far to be scared off by a big dumb open sign!

...speaking of which, where ARE you from? Who even are you?

>A. You're a smart Toad, from Toad Town!
>B. You're a tough Koopa, from Petalburg!
>C. You're a fierce Goomba from Goomba Village!
>D. You're a powerful Bob-omb, from Fahr Outpost!
>E. You're a fearsome Boo, from the Forever Forest!
>F. You're a hungry Yoshi, from Lavalava Island!
>G. You're a rocky Cleft, from Dry Dry Desert!
>H. You're something else entirely! (Pretty much any Mario race capable of speech, I'll say if something isn't allowed)

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Hey guys! Chill Quest MS Paint Edition.
No planning for this one! It's a kind of let's just see what happens kind of quest.

Your name is Anon. You ran away from society and plan on surviving on your own for the rest of your days, welcoming any adventures that come along with it. You also have a dream to create an army to destroy modern civilization with and become emperor of the world.

Every time you make a decision you are costing yourself 2 food and 1 water no matter what. These are your items:

Your trusty backpack
Hatchet
12 foodies
8 bottles of water
3 feet of cordage
Metal cooking cup
Net

Now, you see a river straight ahead of you through some brush. There's a whole other island on the other side. In the distance to your left, you can see a faint mountain that doesn't really look like anything special.

Do you:
>Walk to river
>Explore mountain
>Sudoku with hatchet

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You follow Silver Scourge through the halls of the massive manor. You see multiple designs on the walls for laser weaponry, sonic grenades, and various EXO-Suits. This man was truly an evil genius.

Eventually you reach an old looking door, Scourge places his cane in the hole where the doorknob should be and the floor beneath you begins to shift and slide. You hop back watching the floor withdraw to reveal a massive set of stairs leading underground.

Walking down you smell the oil and burnt metal that is settled in these old walls from years of work, some cobwebs do linger above and layers of dust scatter with every new step.

"It's been a long time since I've been in the workshop. Forgive the mess, I never expected to be down here again."

He hits a button on his cane and you hear a faint beep deep in the shadowy corner of the workshop, slowly floodlights engage and reveal to you rhe massive scope of this underground lab.

A weapon wall, holdong ancient models of Freeze rays, and Stasis Guns.

A set of outdated power armors, some as big and bulky as small tanks and others with enough power to break the sound barrier.

And not to mention the lab, every piece of equipment to make a potent neurotoxin or a pure plastic explosive mixture.

Scourge looks at you and asks simply.
"Where are we starting?"

>The armory
>The armors
>The lab
>Do you have anything a little more..experimental?

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>Hey there you glorious bunch of sadistic bastards! Welcome back to the continuation of Xenomorph Quest. D-Day edition. Last time we booby trapped the entirety of Echo station, shattered the defense of Alpha deck, constructed a massive Boarding spike launcher and promptly buttfucked the escort fleet. Now we have 1 Cruiser infested and without leadership, a Troop carrier drifting with a cored engine bay and a pair of Frigates going down like Thai hookers.

Last thread
>>11538063

Hive count-
1 Queen
1 Alpha Shadow (Newt)
1 Predalien (Dutch)
1 Quillmorph (Quiet)
1 Warriors
10 Shredder Guardians
10 Bulky Heavy warriors
19 Drones
5 Builders
12 Spine Rifle Warriors
10 AcidCasters
10 incinAcidCasters
1 Goliath (Unique)
56 eggs

CMS Harpy-
3 warriors
7 Drones

CMS Taurus-
3 warriors
3 Carriers
6 facehuggers.

>Google docs will be updated by end of this thread.

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The bright light of Tiberion bathes the sea in shimmering light as warm air sways palm trees along the nearby shoreline of a small atoll. If one didn't know better, it could be easy to mistake the beach as an earth ocean. The thick microbial life would give the illusion away upon close inspection, coating the ocean with an electric blue glow that shimmers with every disruption with the faint pulse of electrical impulses. A number of massive metal structures float along the horizon, a so-called wet navy, an often overlooked and underfunded branch in most military budgets. Their guns, massive railguns more fitting on a starship, swivel in their ports to aim at a swarm of nearly imperceptible specs on the horizon. The railguns fire in a sudden and endless barrage, and motes of light flash in the distance as kinetic rounds impact the incoming craft. A cracked open starship hull drifts down from the sky trailing fire and plasma as it skids into the ocean miles away sending tidal waves crashing over the surrounding islands.

The sun seems to dim as atomic warheads light the sky, and the palm trees ignite in a flash fire that engulfs atoll in a moment as several overlapping shockwaves ripple across the ocean and send the flash-fried ash statues of the foliage vanishing in a sudden wave of gale force winds to reveal a multitude of bunker complexes set within the islands. The begin to open along a number of ports where large weapon systems extend out from shielded bunkers beneath the surface, and they begin to light up the sky with the vibrant pulse of particle beams.

Welcome back to Hive Queen Quest!

>Archives http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Hive%20Queen%20Quest
>Twitter https://twitter.com/HiveQueenQuest
>Various pasta http://pastebin.com/u/QuestDrone
>FAQ ask.fm/QuestDrone
>Discussion page http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Quest_talk:Hive_Queen_Quest

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internet's first masterpiece, homestuck was created by many people giving sentences to a comic. i want to try that. my story is about a world where artists are the equivalent of heroes but theres this one kid that wants to be an artist but he cant draw cuz he isnt talented. ok now lets try this. sentences please

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I'm finally confident about rebooting this quest, albeit under a different name. Once more into the breach.

Discord: https://discord.gg/un6aawU
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AthinarOfJeno

You are Alex Navaal, an 18-year old conscript in the Galvean Defense Corps, and you this is the story of how you died.

Pain. And fear.

That's all you felt in these last few seconds, laying in the blood-soaked mud that is the battlefield all around you. Beside you, your dead comrades lie broken like toy soldiers, limp and bloody. A few meters away, the wreckage of the dropship that you came to this hell on is scattered and burning, fuel managing to burn even in the rain. The smell of blood, rain, and smoke hangs heavy, clogging your nostrils with their stench.

Your life flashing before your eyes, the dull roar of now-distant guns fades as you remember, unbidden, your first few weeks in the Galvean military.

Who are you?

Gender
> Male
> Female

Specialization

> The Rifleman
> The Infiltrator
> The Scout
> The Engineer
> The Demolitionist
> The Heavy
> The Sniper

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Over the next couple days I'll be running a short city builder quest. 3-4 players, just throw on a trip while you're in here, and if you're interested roll 4d10 for some starter stats for your city

Ancient Fantasy Not!Greece setting, your city exists in a craggy island chain full of monsters and opportunity. Fight each other, neighboring empires and the gods as you try and establish yourself as a glorious city-state

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For House & Dominion: Civil War (53)

http://houseanddominion.wikia.com/wiki/House_%26_Dominion_Complete_Archive
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dominion+quest

https://twitter.com/ThatSlowTypingG


You are Sonia Reynard, Viscount of Rioja and a member of House Jerik-Dremine. You and your House continue to gain in power and prestige thanks to recent victories. While still small numerically the other Houses of the greater Dominion have begun to take notice of your strength and influence.

The civil war that has consumed the Dominion continues to rage as the Major Houses struggle for position and dominance. While an ally of the current Ruling House you have increasingly voiced support for House Ber'helum as their replacement.
If things go according to plan they may be able to stage a peaceful transition of power at a later time. For now the two are allies of convenience against more pressing threats.

Houses Nasidum, Xygen and Bonrah form the core of the opposition. The two sides are roughly in a stalemate at the moment but both continue to look for ways to increase their strength.

Forces in South Reach continue to face off in regional conflicts of increasing intensity. In the Centri cluster the fighting remains more severe.

You've been assigned as the House military attache to House Ber'helum as they lead the offensive.
Thanks to your knowledge of the J-D fleet's capabilities you've been able to help direct the Barons leading your forces to where they're needed most. The Super Heavy Cruiser Forbearance and the Heavy Carrier Majestic supported the fighting around House Ceres space, then pressed on through House Talos and into the core territories of House Bonrah.

Shipyard responsible for the production of Talos Heavy Carriers have begun to be captured. With these your side will soon be able to better support offensive operations and keep on the move.

While House Nasidum was forced to delay their own offensive against your allies territory they're now fighting hard to defeat the Ruling House and Kharbos defense fleets. The only other serious delay they've faced was a battle against a Ruling House mobile asteroid fortress.
Their own mobile fort was damaged and forced to withdraw but it may have been pyrrhic victory for your side. Word has just reached you that the RH Fort is structurally compromised and unable to move.

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In the year 1986, crime in America is at an all-time high. Criminals, drugs, and guns flow into the country from everywhere in the world, and the gateway to it all is the coastal paradise, Heat City. On the neon-soaked streets of this beating heart of scum and villany, you can get whatever you want -- if you can pay the price.

You are Johnny the thug, and ever since you agreed to take one small job for the Bratva, your life has gone sideways. One thing led to another as you made enemies of one half of the city's underworld, then the other half. With the help of some new friends -- Alex the enforcer, Nick the thief, and the Yamada family -- you went all-in and led a daring heist on the Triad's skyscraper fortress, Dragon's Nest. It went great until you got shot and fell off the roof, twenty-five stories down.

With luck or fate on your side, and the help of your friends, you survived to tell the tale. But you haven't forgotten that someone out there has been playing games with you, pitting the city's criminal syndicates against each other with you caught in the middle. You're going to find out who it is, and make them pay.

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In the kingdom of Lannort, it is said that the woman's place is in the home. They are married off rather young, have little say as to who their husband is to be, and generally live quiet lives. You had always aimed to be an exception to that last bit, and as luck would have it you find yourself in a position to pursue your ambitions.

The man you married is an adventurer of some acclaim. Because his type travels nigh endlessly you are likely to have plenty of time to pursue your own ambitions unsupervised in the house he received as a wedding gift. You could easily peruse wealth and power of your own, or support your husband by looking after his interests in town while he is away, becoming the woman behind the man.

The choice is yours.

> [CHARACTER CREATION]

> First Name: (Write-In)

>Origin: (Choose One)

> Consolation Prize: The Prince offered his eldest daughter's hand to whomever could present to him the head of the gnoll commander who once terrorized his land. When your lowborn husband to be was the one to do so the prince went back on his words and gave him you, his younger brother's bastard daughter, instead. Although your birth doesn't directly place you in any sort of line of succession, your parentage could easily lend legitimacy to the efforts of your husband and yourself. You start with a larger and better stocked house, two servants, and high society social skills that may or may not serve you well in the small town you have settled.

> Distressed Damsel: When the local monster took you prisoner at the age of 9, your parents believed you dead. You might have been better off if they had been correct. Instead the beast kept you for companionship for over a decade. You suffered greatly, but eventually a savior arrived who not only slew your captor, but also agreed to marry you and adopt your child. You start with a few innate abilities and resistances as a side effect of your prolonged exposure to a monster and a half monster child.

> Childhood Crush: You were your eventual husband's best friend in childhood, and first sweetheart when you both began to mature. When he began to travel you tagged along as part of his adventuring party for several years during which the two of you became serious lovers. After you experienced a few close scrapes with death, he declared that he couldn't stand to see you hurt, and the two of you decided that it would be best if you retired, properly married him, and kept a house in your mutual hometown. You start play with some useful skills from your day's as an adventurer and great chemistry with your husband's adventure party.

> [1/2]

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The old man’s hands are steady and his gaze never leaves you. This is Miguel, the man you heard so much about back at the bar. He’s living in squalor, but you can believe from the way he holds his railgun that he once was a great man. You’re not sure if that greatness came from martial prowess, charisma, or just sheer luck. Maybe it was a combination of them.

“Please, relax. I’m with the government and I’m here to help.” You speak in your best calming tone, flashing your friendliest smile. You don’t much enjoy having the deadly weapon pointed at you, but you try not to let any of that discomfort come to the surface.

“I am the government, boy. How’re you supposed to help me, breaking into my house?” His hair is long and grey, though he’s mostly bald. He blows a strand out of his eyes.

“I tried knocking first.”

“Don’t joke, could be your last.” He doesn’t look amused.

You weren’t joking though. Let's just get this over with.

“I’m here on behalf of one of my clients, Alfonzo of the peacemakers.”

He jumps up in a fluid motion, knocking bottles around. “One reason.”

“What?”

“Give me one reason to not kill you where you stand, boy.”

>I mean you no harm.
>Would you like a job?
>I’ll leave if you want.
>I can offer you power.
>Write in.

Last time on Anarchy Accountant quest: https://pastebin.com/W0wzeuvE

For anyone who want's to catch up: https://pastebin.com/edit/qKALhwX7