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>>46812579
With a thread like this, you're just asking for /pol/-tier replies.

>>46812579
I'd make it so that this thread was never posted.

>>46812579
4chan is never created.

Or the Bronze Age Collapse never takes place. That would have some of the biggest effect I think. All the languages would be different, Western and Eastern culture as we know it wouldn't exist. Technology would probably be radically different too.

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>"...what."

I go quiet for a few seconds.

"What 'what?'" she asks, a puzzled look on her face.
"Ugh..."

I begin pacing around the room.

"APPARENTLY," I groan, "the voice in my head already knows where those two kids live. Or something."
"What?" Lorelei stares at me.

you two really do belong together

"And I guess he thinks it's a good idea to just raid their place," I say.
"...wow," Lorelei replies. "I can't say that it's a -bad- way to go about things, but how exactly do you plan on going about this?"
"That's what I want to know."

if you switch control to me then I can just tell her myself


>yeah, go ahead
>hell no, you're going to relay this plan through me first

>>46803575
>yeah, go ahead
TRUST

>>46803575
>hell no, you're going to relay this plan through me first

>>46801114

>Page has forgotten his trip Edition.

BUT I REMEMBERED A BUNCH OF OTHER THINGS!!

BEHOLD. A PASTEBIN
https://pastebin.com/5GaESbcP

And I've got an ASK.FM: PageOfIron!

AND LOOK, A SIMPLE FAQ
>What is this?
Quests are communal Roleplaying Games. You and other posters will decide the actions and responses of a Main Character, either from presented choices, or your own write-ins.

>How do I contribute?
My posts provide you potential options. Vote for your favorite, or write your own. The Post with the most votes will be the character’s action. Some posts will ask for rolls. Rolls are determined from the best of the first 3 rolls submitted.

>What's the story?
This particular quest takes place in an alternate version of the Game of Thrones/Song of Ice and Fire universe, some 13 years before the events of the first book. The first post contains a general summary of your current state, but if you want to know more about your character history, look for “Song of Iron and Hate” and “Knock-Off Game of Thrones Quest” on the sup/tg/ Archives.

>>46801179
But enough nonsense of me performing the basic minimum amounts of organization. BACK TO THE ISSUES.

You currently sit with Doma Toceri, Pentoshi Merchant, and financial overseer of the Company, having just shown him the invitation to a foreign noble's townhouse who had no reason to reach out to you.

"These are deep waters you have entered, Captain Finn. You must be careful. The Lyseni do not believe in training armies. They rely on mercenaries to wage their wars. This lady could be a opening for a great market, or a rival we did not see coming. You must try and avoid offense. You must weigh your every word to her, do you hear me?"

"I hear you, Doma. But you needn't worry. You'll be there to patch things over."

"I dare not, Captain Finn. I have...history with the Lyseni. It is not impossible this is some sort of trap to snatch me up and deliver me to my enemies. Further, note hear." He points his finger to a section of the note. "I invite you to dine aysola", she says. This is "privately". To bring any beyond a personal guard would be an insult. The note calls you "Master", a credit of respect. You would seem callous, rude, and paranoid if any notable ones came with you. You shall have to brave this challenge alone."

>Response

>"And what if I just don't go?"
>"Great, I'll just chat up an unknown noblewoman whose family could have me killed for using the wrong fork over a dinner I'm not prepared for. What could go wrong?"
>"I'm gonna need a better tunic."
>Write-in

>>46801295
>>"I'm gonna need a better tunic."

>>46800102
>>Ask if she's alright
>monkey is dyke

Reminder that the bunny girls are best girls and smiley is a horrible person for not allowing polygamy

>>46800102
>>Ask if she's alright
>>Ask if she traps everyone who comes in here
>That exchange
My sides.

>>46799078
HYPE NINJA QUEST TIME!

Time to confront Madara!

>>46799078
UNLIMITED HYPE WORKS

>>46798173
Jack: Masturbate furiously

>Stand, back to wall, next too the door and knock, with a shiv ready to shank the poor bloke to come through.

>>46798173
>Equip Shiv
>Open double doors

The power to rule them all.

That, and maybe some invisibility if that's not enough.

Making abstract patterns in wax seals.

>>46794648
Power to command any member of the Pathfinder society.

>>46792454

Rowan and Harvey take the lead. Everyone carries suspiciously bulging duffel bags. Yours is especially heavy, but it gives you little trouble. Ocean spray fills the air from the crashing waves below the pier.

A pair of police officers in ponchos get in your way. One holds out a hand to stop you. “Island’s closed today folks, we received a tipoff of a potential terrorist threat.”

Rowan hoists up her back and gives them an exasperated look. “That’s why we’re here,” she says, gesturing to herself, you, and your vaguely paramilitary looking comrades.

The cops look dubiously at your group, even as rain continues to drench everything in sight. “Nobody goes out, nobody comes back,” he says. “No exceptions.”

Harvey doesn’t hold out hope of getting through. “I’ll call Dad,” he says, going for his phone.

“That won’t be necessary,” says Wolfgang, materializing as if out of thin air and stepping up beside Harv. He wears a dull-grey coat with the hood thrown up, and carries his staff.

He quickly corrals everyone away from the dock and the cops and leads you down to a set of stairs onto the rocky shore. Waves seek vainly to splash up the steep incline.

Wolf gestures everyone to gather round while he angles his staff toward the island.

“Nice save,” you say, hugging him tightly about the waist.

He winks at you. “You could have waited five minutes for me,” he says.

Ranthix lays a huge hand on your shoulder. “ENOUGH BANTER, TO THE ISLAND.”

Everyone else huddles in around you and Wolf. One sucking second later, the temperature drops further to a bitter cold. The scents of wet wood and asphalt are replaced with cleaner sea air, mingled a little bit with fresh mud. Ambient sounds of passing cars cease as well. In their stead the stormy sea fills the air.

>>46792463

If the wind on the shore was fierce, here it’s almost unbearable.

You pull away from Wolf and look around. A stark lighthouse towers before you. Next to it is a hollowed out frame of a building – through its skeletal windows you can see out the other side to the watery expanse beyond.

Turning around, you find the prison complex standing behind you, well-weathered from long years spent in open ocean air.

The plateau on which everything stands is surrounded by steep rocky slopes.

“There’s someone here,” Xathix reports, pointing down the front of the island down at the flattened parade ground below.

You have a look. Indeed, a lone figure sits at a corner of the desolate stone of the parade ground, seated on a stool. He reads a book to pass the time.

>Somebody go get him out of here.
>Ignore him, we’ve got hours before the action starts.
>I’ll take care of it.
>Other (?)

>>46792509
>I’ll take care of it.

Condensation beads on the windshield of your shuttle, the cool humidity of the early morning darkness promising a long and muggy afternoon to you as you let out a long yawn. "You know, I think this is actually the earliest that I've woken up since I was on Earth." You mutter, glancing over towards Angelicia and Julius, the mechanic looking to be just about as groggy as you feel while the swordsman only grins brightly at both of you.

"Well we've all gotta start somewhere, Doc. Maybe by the time this shindig is over you'll be getting up before dawn every day." Reece quips, leading you to roll your eyes at him.

"Yeah, somehow I doubt that's going to be happening any time soon." You reply, opening your mouth to be continued, only to be interrupted by a tired groan from Angel.

"Both of you need to shut up. Any time before seven in the morning should be spent for either sleeping or drinking." She grumbles, stifling back a yawn of her own that you just barely avoid mimicking.

A smirk tugs at your lips, your own reluctance to wake of slowly starting to fade, "Have a bit too much to drink last night, Angel?"

"No." The mechanic shoots back, giving you what you're sure is supposed to be an intimidating glare, though the effect is undermined when she yawns again before continuing, "I had just enough to drink, Doc. I might have had more if you and Abi had joined, but you two missed out."

Julius lets out a small chuckle at her denial, something that you do your best to hold back as you shrug at her, "Maybe so, but we also have modded rounds for our weapons, so I think it probably equals out."

Angelicia huffs at your amusement, even as a somewhat tired smile of her own starts to form, "Maybe. I guess we'll never know for sure."

[Continued.]

>>46784518
"No kidding." You mutter, before glancing around around the bay again, noticing that while most of the mercenaries have moved on to more productive tasks, a few still seem to be showing at least a casual interest in your own group. You shake your head, doing your best to ignore them as you turn back to Tom and Freida, "Have either of you heard from Abi yet?"

"No, I haven't seen her this morning. I'm sure she's on her way though." Freida answers, while Tom nods in agreement with her.

You briefly consider stepping out of the bay to see if she's having any trouble finding it, though you're sure Freida's probably right. Of course, considering that you're still going to be sitting here for at least another half hour, you could take the time to read, if you wanted to. You still have several of the books that you bought completely untouched.

What do you want to do?

>Go talk to the alien mercs. Try to find out why they're so interested in your group.
>Step outside to look for Abi. She's probably on her way, but you'd hate for her to be left behind if she's having trouble finding the place.
>Sit down and read for a bit. You still have a lot to learn, and there's no time like the present.
>Write-in.

Well...4chan half of my post. Joy.

>>46783236

Kinda realmy.

I mean, you could just have them be something like Cardinals who are big deals wherever they go and bring that pacification with them under the guise of some kind of aura of faithfulness.

Hell, that's basically the Ethereals for the Tau, though with less religion and magic and more dogma and pheromones.

>>46783274

It is. This fact is not in dispute. And we're on an website modelled after Japanese anime boards.

What does that make us all?

As long as the rest of the pantheon and their followers are up to stuff


Like the god of Hedonism and his followers doing dirty deeds to ensure booze remains cheap and plentiful

Rolled 1, 1, 5, 1, 1, 4, 3 = 16 (7d6)

>>46780545
No interest eh?

Rolled 5, 3, 5, 5, 3, 6, 3 = 30 (7d6)

>>46781410

Drop that roll and I am in

>>46781586
Sure just did it to try and garner some interest. Gonna roll for the rest?

Splinter Twin did nothing wrong

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Jund is 10% of the meta in a 57% aggro format

"In the interest of competitive diversity, Tarmogoyf is banned"

>>46777926
47%*

It just requires more skill to pull off. In these settings, magic is rare, frighting and mysterious. High Fantasy ones are usually theme parks.

>>46766281
Nah. Both have their merits.

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“Aren't they cute?” she says with a smile, balancing a foot on her toes like a model showing off a new shoe. “And they're so comfortable and fluffy~”

“So,” you mumble. “Sleepwalking.”

Her face falls, and she hugs herself again. “Yeah.”

“That's usually linked to dreams,” you tell her.

“... yeah,” she says, much quieter this time.

You watch the blue flames flicker and dance under the percolator, the ghostly radiance eerily familiar as it plays over the counter and reflects off the polished side of the fridge. You twist the stove lamp's dial, but it's a simple on/off, not a dimmer. The slow, hollow ticking of heating metal and the subdued surresations of the air conditioning are the only sounds.

[ ] Calm her down, first. She's obviously tense. Make conversation, or something.
[ ] This dream bullshit is wearing thin. Get to the point.
[ ] Invite her to talk - she's obviously got something on her mind. A lot of somethings.

>>46799516
Reminder Hate wants to be a Viking but his BB won't let him.

>>46799524
>[ ] Invite her to talk - she's obviously got something on her mind. A lot of somethings.
Fuck it, we're making tea anyways.

Jump up on tree / rock to shoot their bow.

>>46790358
The party was charging into a royal ball to stop a poisoning attempt on their patron (a duke and about sixth in line for the throne, for whom they worked as private agents). It started as a fight on the rooftop when they were prevented from entering without an invitation. So they went over the fence and planned to use the roof, but a dispel rune caught them and killed the invisibility, starting the fight with the guards that hamstrung them because they had to stay nonlethal.

While dueling on top of the glass skylight, one of the players, the Magus, happened to look down and with a stupidly high Perception result (~33 or something) saw the duke speaking with the countess they thought was a vampire (she wasn't) and poisoner (she was).

So he wanted to shatter the (magically hardened) glass, leap down, swing off the chandelier to avoid the fall damage from the straight drop, and save their patron.

Unfortunately he flubbed the roll. He broke the glass, cracked his face on the chandelier and then fell into the buffet table before impaling his shoulder on stag antlers. Ironically the stag had been killed by the party when they accompanied their patron on the hunt earlier that day.

On the bright side, the commotion and abrupt halt to the festivities meant that the duke wasn't poisoned that night.

>>46790358
One of my players dove out of a 40 ft. high window after an enemy who had jumped out of the window to escape. Neither the player nor the enemy could fly.