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(This Quest will be using a hybrid blend of old 3.5 and Pathfinder rules as I see fit.)


You are a half-dragon from Darastrix Tolgalen: Dragon Island. Long before man, elf, or dwarf, dragons dominated the sky. Their many species squabbled like petty children until a champion of Io (the high god of dragons and basically creator of the world) known as Jennu Ir formed the Council of Wyrms. Through the Council a lasting peace was established for a majority of dragon kind. This peace has lasted for centuries. In fact, this would be the 8000th anniversary of the Council's founding. This celebration lasts a whole year and today marks the third month of Wer Tlushtow.

>But before we delve too deep, who are you?
>Male/Female?

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/47271063/
Char sheet: http://pastebin.com/5AHLX5Qb
Other char sheets: http://pastebin.com/fh1pqK1N

"So, she's more skilled than I gave her credit for" A calm voice whispered on the wind, sending dread down the spines of the five knights covered in desecrated and steaming armor, all sitting nervously on their steeds as coal black smoke rolled around them, almost seem "I assumed your two dead comrades were simply degraded...and weak, I see now there's a possibility I was wrong about that"

The air stopped as the smoke seemed to get sucked into a single spot in the air, and swirled around, almost seeming to make a vaguely human shape, staring down through the fields of the Toladarian plains.

"Well what are you dogs waiting for, we know her weakness, let us exploit it" the voice said with a giggle, that sounded like child whimpering in pain
_
I gasp in pain, waking up and feeling my eye burning like some one threw boiling coffee on my face. My chitin nails claw at it in panic, dipping into the silvery flames as I try to sit up. My fluff rubs against my exposed skin as I try to figure what's going on. And for one, very...very scary second, I feel as weak and tired as I always did in my old body, and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest as I bolt up right, my long mane of oh so fluffy hair catching on my arms and tangling them up as I panic and gasp for air, nearly ripping through the metal "cocoon" I sleep inside of.

And then, cold rushes up to meet me, as I finally manage to get a grasp on my surroundings, and finally see that my hands are still my "Own" for certain. I sigh, rubbing my eyes with the bottom of my palms as freezing, almost slimey sweat slowly drips and rolls down my face, making me feel gross as it touches the chitin on my cheeks.

"My queen?" Little green asks meakly, starring at me from the ceiling, his green eyes glowing dimly in the darkness of the "room" "is everything all right?"
cont

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> Tuesday, June 30th, 2015

SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU

You and Denise practically inhale Griselda’s breakfast. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and orange juice. Oh! Goodness she can cook a meal! You two turn to her at her closet, where she is currently putting on a formal looking dark green shirt dress along with pantyhose and a lighter brown cardigan. “Griselda, what’s the occasion?” asks Denise.

“I’m meeting with William Griffiths in the afternoon,” she says as she checks herself in the mirror. “He’s going to be overseeing the construction of a permanent race track for tank racing rather than the temporary ones we had for the festivals. Long term investment you know?”

“You talk to Gertrude about that?” you ask.

“Sure! She OK’d it,” she explains. “Plus, Griffiths is planning on a down payment of 50,000 dollars to the team, along with a regular weekly payment of 10,000 dollars!” She squeals a little happily. “Can you imagine that!?”

What could you do with that kind of money!?

…

You could probably buy a car maybe.

Hm.

Griselda checks her watch. “Anyway, you want me to drive you guys to work?”

> “Sure.”
> “Actually, we’d like to come with you.” (SPEND VACATION DAY: 5)
> Other

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>You are Maple Son-Mahogany, one of two young Tuffle twins thrown at Earth starting in early Dragon Ball by your "father," Dr. Raichi

>"Canon" had already taken a sharp turn from the "norm" when you began, and through your actions, choices, and dialogue, took even further turns from the "norm," and will probably continue to do so

>Stats and dice mechanics are used, and can be explained again as needed

>Let's all try to have some fun, ok?

And a pastebin:

http://pastebin.com/HiDXTWG6

Last time, on Dragon Ball Tuffle Quest Z! After joining Hassan's ship off planet Imecka, you reunited with Chiaotzu and finally got to go to Guss' Galaxy Grill with the Ginyus! There, you learned the terrible truth behind the Special, helping to calm the beast as Jiya arrests the one responsible. Now your odyssey to the stars continues...

https://youtu.be/NLOxUvbGG1I

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Khador Stronk Edition

DON'T BEG THE CRYX CROPPING FAGGOT HE WILL NOT POST SPOILERS

POLISH LEAKERBRO CANNOT POST KHADOR, MENOTH OR SKORNE WITHOUT BEING IDENTIFIED DO NOT ASK HIM FOR THEIR CARDS

Warmachine/Hordes Books, No Quarter, & IKRPG
textuploader <dot> com / 5wm4h
PP Youtube (gameplay tutorials, tournament coverage, and announcements)
https://www.youtube.com/user/PrivateerPressPrime
List building at
https://www.forwardkommander.com
http://schlaf.github.io/whac_online/whac.html
Latest Errata
http://privateerpress.com/files/WM%20MKII%20Rules%20Errata%20Jan%202016.pdf
Steamroller Rules
http://privateerpress.com/organized-play/steamroller-tournaments
The Giant List of Podcasts and Blogs
http://privateerpressforums.com/showthread.php?76379-Warmachine-Hordes-related-blogs-websites-and-forums
Table of contents for all NQ issues
http://www.privateerpressforums.com/showthread.php?4313-Table-Of-Contents-For-All-No-Quarter-Issues
Abridged Lore
gargantuans abridged:http://pastebin.com/XPKMKYUc
Exigence abridged: http://pastebin.com/6D1fwSgv
devastation abridged: http://pastebin.com/KxkzfnXj
Lexicanum Iron Kingdoms Lore wiki:
http://warmachine.lexicanum.com/wiki/Main_Page
What factions do you play, not just own but actually play?
http://www.strawpoll.me/10138678

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>Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Devil%20Summoner%20Task%20Force%20666%20Quest
>Previous Session: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/47209003/
>General Pastebin: pastebin.com/u/TaskForceKaz
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/TaskForceKaz

You are Adrian Brown, a twenty five year-old third-year medical student living an otherwise normal American life in search of employment. That was until you woke up inside a derelict and demon-infested hospital with four other victims of short-term memory loss. Together, the five of you managed to somehow survive by negotiating with demons and defeating those that were not so amicable. And upon escaping, the all of you realized that it wasn’t as simple as that.

Task Force 666 a multinational organization dedicated to combating hostile demons and those that would use them for ill intentions. And the hellhole you just went through? That was your ‘job interview’, one that you passed with flying colors. When properly offered employment as an agent among the ranks, you accepted without too much hesitation or second thoughts. Duty to humanity and whatnot.

You are now a Devil Summoner in the service of the Task Force, and the de-facto leader of East Coast Operations Division IV Carina Squad. It is your duty to protect mankind from all threats involving the demonic, but how you choose to carry out your orders is entirely up to you. The choices you make shall not only affect those around you, but the fate of the entire world itself…

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>resources
pastebin.com/3qzKt8gd

Silver Tower today edition.

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/btg/ is dead, long live /btg/!

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First Succession War
http://www.mediafire.com/download/dp9iiecoaz4c29k/E-CAT35235_BattleTech+First+Succession+War.pdf

TtS: Brownsville
https://mega.nz/#!7xMngZBR!d0Ayoy_8rDrtsXZ7-M6wGPrmDq8O8F5_0d4G8dkLxzM
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>/btg/ does a TRO:
http://builtforwar.blog(not spam)spot.com/

>How do I do this Against the Bot thing?
http://pastebin.com/pE2f7TR5

>Overview of the major factions?
http://bg.battletech.com/universe/great-houses/
http://bg.battletech.com/universe/the-clans/
http://bg.battletech.com/universe/other-powers/

>How do I find out what BattleMechs a faction has?
http://masterunitlist.info/

>Map of /btg/ players (WIP):
https://www.zeemaps.com/map?group=1116217&add=1

>BattleTech Introductory Info and PDFs
http://bg.battletech.com/?page_id=400

>Rookie guides
http://pastebin.com/HZvGKuGx

>Sarna.net - BattleTech Wiki
http://www.sarna.net/wiki/Main_Page

>Megamek - computer version of BattleTech. Play with AI or other players
http://megamek.info/

Unit Designing Softwares
>SSW Mech Designer
http://www.solarisskunkwerks.com/
>MegaMek Lab
http://megameklab.sourceforge.net/

>BattleTech IRC
#battletech on irc.rizon.net

>PDF Folders
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/9q792hobnbpw3/Battletech
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/sdckg6j645z4j/Battletech

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What's more important for an ideal hero, to be merciful, or to be just?

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It is a clear, moonlight night, with a sky full of shining stars. The warmth of summer lingers in the evening air, preventing the need for heavy clothing and allowing your small group the luxury of spending some time beneath the deep blue blanket that shrouds the world. You stand stoically beside your daughter, Vanessa, dressed in her new black armor designed to match and compliment yours. On the opposite side of your massive body is Sophia, who holds in her arms the infant son born to the both of you not a week ago. He coos softly as he balls his tiny soft fists, peering up at the nocturnal lights twinkling above.

Duncan, Kyle, Gilbert, Caitlyn, and even Morgan join you. Were Legion not occupied holding the southern mountains against the myriad forces of Solaris, he might be among you as well.

Your wounds are nearly healed completely now, and the only thing preventing you from joining your thrall on the battlefield and routing the enemy once and for all is the desire to spend a few more moments amongst your children, one newly born and another recently returned. The three of you watch the stars shine on the eve of your return to the front, and it is on this night that you spy an omen. Ill or good, you cannot say. But before you, high in the moonlight sky, streaks a burning object, creating a trail in its wake. Your son watches it intently, chewing his fingers as it falls to earth. And the moment it finally burns out in the hot atmosphere above, you suddenly feel a sinking sensation in your chest.

Ray, your lifelong friend and companion, godfather to your daughter and savior of your ass on at least ten occasions, is dead.

>Fall to your knees in sorrow
>Summon the old guard
>Clench your fists and cry out in desperation
>Remain silent
>Other

Previously: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/47134614/
QM Twitter: @BBEG_Questman

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You are Kusajishi Riku, Captain of the Seireitei Court Guard's Ninth Division. The human world has been invaded by an unprecedented number of gillians, hollows powerful enough that anyone below a Lieutenant can't handle one alone. With you are several more Captains and Lieutenant-level fighters along with their manifested zanpakuto, but even these fighters have their limits. If the gillians keep pouring through the breach in reality that's brought them here, it would be enough to wear anyone down eventually.

“You're the menos expert in the Gotei 13,” Hitsugaya pants, having just tanked the blast of a cero. “I'm open to suggestions.”

“What else?” you reply , drawing your own swords. “We kill 'em until we run out.”

“I was expecting something more complicated.”

You shrug. “Sometimes the best plan is not to overthink it.”

That being said this does present a serious problem, one that you haven't had to cope with in a long time: exhaustion. You managed to partially recover from your accelerated Ura Hadō training with your zanpakuto, which brought you to the brink of death, but the fight with hollow-Muramasa and your first actual usage of the new spell you learned have undone some of that. You can't be sure how much more sustained effort you can put in before the last few days truly start to catch up with you.

It would be best to end this as quickly as possible, with as little effort on your part as you can get away with, but your companions have been fighting nonstop for just as long as you have. Yoruichi's still good to go, and the efficiency of Mirai's zanpakuto means she's probably spent the least energy getting to this point out of everyone present. But even Hitsugaya, Suì Fēng, and Rangiku are showing some sign of strain. Hitsugaya apparently still struggles to maintain his immature Bankai for this long, and Little Bee isn't really cut out for this sort of protracted battle in the first place.
>1/2

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With a mighty blow the humongous adjuchas was propelled towards the ceiling of the cavern system and then beyond.
His organs, muscles even the bones were liquefied by the insane amount of kinetic energy that was released by the punch.
As your muscles deflate and the built up, high pressure steam leaves your body you heave a couple of times before your system recovers.
While it was much better than last time, partly because now you cancelled Assault Mode normally, it still managed to take a toll on you.
Several of the muscles in your upper body either cramped or got damaged by the insanely taxing technique.

While you are still hunching forward the hollows who accompanied you stare upwards in disbelief.
"Holy shit..." one of them mutters.

As your head clears you look back at them and they stand at attention and they don't even dare to make a sound.
"sigh... At ease boys.
I'm not going to kill you or anything."

They start to relax after you say that, clearly you managed to scare the piss out of them.
"S-sorry boss.
I've just never seen you in action from so close before."

"It's alright.
This was a bit of a unique thing anyway.
Also, don't call me boss.
Kaizar is just fine."

"R-right...
So what do we do now?"

You look over your handiwork once more now that you are more collected.
It seems that your increased bodyheat managed to purge most of the alcohol from your system.

The sight is quite gruesome, a couple hollow corpses completely eviscerated while a few others had been disintegrated from the waist up.
You still remember what you did, you weren't that drunk but these results are still surprising.
It seems you really didn't pull your punches this time.

You scratch the back of your head and sigh a little.
"We gather whatever is left of these poor bastards and take it home.
At least they'll make good fertilizer."

"Roger!"
They speak up in unison.

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Pathfinder General /pfg/

Time Travelling Heroes Edition

Unified /pfg/ link repository:
>http://pastebin.com/5F8RNubX

In 2016 an obese dumbass named Jason Bhulman errata'd the Equipment Book and murdered my Ring of Ferocious Action and Quick Runner's Shirt. I have assembled a bored group of anons to browse throughout time and save all the unerrata'd content. Unfortunately my plan is opposed by the site I'd sworn my allegiance to, the PFSRD. In the future these anons may not be heroes, but if we succeed they'll be remembered as Based.

Ultimate Equipment Errata (updated 5/19)
>http://paizo.com/products/btpy8tmc?Pathfinder-Roleplaying-Game-Ultimate-Equipment

Please search for the Uneratta'd content here. Save them, and wait for Nerfonomicon Anon to compile them.
http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.d20pfsrd.com/

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Freeform roleplays have always been a source of cringe, autism, poorly-written sex, and mountains of bitching, drama, dodging bullets, teleporting behind u, hellfire, demon forms, and avatars that were gotten by searching "anime boy" on photobucket. A cesspool of 12 year old degenerates, pedophiles, poképhiles, and mutation fetishists.

And you were involved in it at least once. Don't lie. Got any stories of cringe or awesomeness?

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You are Evrumine, Minotaur Soulborn, member of Team Fellstorm, and right now, in charge of your own team.

The Chosen one is walking past your hideout, surrounded by two dozen adventurers from Hongenstone, the Merciful Sisters, The Blackfeathers, Shockdance, Malkals Marauders and one group you don't know but seems to be lightly armoured and favouring spears as their weapons.

You have a bunch of skeletons and zombies, and two undead trolls. When everyone is in place you have your hand, and the attack begins!

Skeletons and zombies flood down two alleyways on the left of the group, crashing into the adventurers on that flank like a wave. As expected they hold their ground against the weak undead but more of the adventurers are pulled from the front, rear and right flank to support them.

The two trolls tearing into the right flank draw attention back to that side, leaving the front and rear defences stretched very thin.

Yelling loudly, you and Kittrane charge from the rear; every available adventurer races to fight you, blocking you from attacking the chosen one.

Every one except the human wizard Jennath at least. Chame hangs back in her disguise just in case....

Nevyn Leaps from a rooftop towards the chosen one, only for an air elemental to appear out of well, air, and throw her back the way she came, spinning through the air and clawing wildly, until she lands in the next street over, sounding pretty angry.

Still, it gives Chame the opening she needs – all alone with the chosen one, she simply swings her staff at head height and knocks the young acolyte out cold, 'winning' the encounter. A loud bell-like noise in Chame's vicinity announces her success.

Of course, that now leaves you all facing two dozen angry adventurers, and for once even Chame looks worried by the amount of attention she's receiving, rather than feeding off it.