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I found the last thread really fun, so let's continue.

Propose a simple character concept, and the next poster has to add a twist to it and then propose their own concept, which the next poster will twist etc etc.

These threads may get chaotic sometime so twisting multiple concepts is acceptable.

I'll start:

>A hermit who lives in a vast forest...

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Every intergalactic/multi-planetary setting has a warrior race that's from a planet with insane gravity where everything wants to fuck you, kill you or fuck you and then kill you (not neccessarily in that order) but somehow became the dominant species by simply being the biggest murderers on the planet, right?

What if that's us? Look at all the horrible things that live on Earth. Look at all the horrible things that we drove to extinction. If we manage to survive on a planet with fucking wasps and hornets, I'm pretty sure the rest of the universe is full of pussy races by comparison.

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One of the people you most admire, or one of the people you most hate, now is a D&D god. What is his/her alignment and portfolio? How powerful is he/she and who worships him/her? If you feel like it, how did he/she undergo apotheosis?

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>Thread Archive: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Beyond%20the%20Gate
>QM Twitter: twitter.com/SmileytheQM

You open your eyes and sit up like a shot.

It's cold. You aren't, but it is... the room. The room is cold. But not you. You're pretty much fine.

...

Where are your blankets? You're sure you were wearing them when you went to sleep. Looking around, you see that Derrick and Ilica are both still asleep and in a similar, blanket-less state.

You scan the room until your eyes hit a large pile of blankets sitting in the middle of the room's Serpid-sized bed. The pile is big enough to fit 2 things: Emi, and all the blankets...

Should you wake her and take your blankets back?

Do you wake everyone?

You're not used to this. Normally it's you that's being woken, not the other way around. And it looks like it's still early, so you don't really want to wake anyone.

...

Where are your pants? You remember taking them off before going to bed, since they're uncomfortable to sleep in. But you thought you left them close by...

Ah, there they are. You'll just put these on first, and then-

>Take blankets back from Emi

>Wake everyone

>Go outside

>Practice mageblade

>Other

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Welcome one, and I welcome you all to the tale of a world called Thespia.

Here is the odyssey of one that clings to this world with no face of their own! In a place where magic is fundamental to all of creation, all who live wear their lives upon their face, where a fire might wish to be the cooking fire of an inn!

The Faceless overcame the tyrant lord of Bikel, Stephan Grant, son of Mikael Grant. Thus, while wearing the face of the vengeful spirit "The Reaper of Aurel" otherwise known as Dramir, a story in the world of Thespia comes to an end as a hero arrives to deliver the accursed Guisi from their fates of enslavement and labor.

Yet despite this success, a shadow of doubt looms upon the horizon as the Reaper claimed victory from Lord Grant whilst in his Arche's true form, a secret kept by the Guisi at all costs for fear of true persecution at the hands of other Thespians.

Yet the curtain has closed upon that story and a sibling pair grow restless as they hear the whispers of the Guisi elders and their intent to make the Reaper disappear to ensure that there are no loose ends.

"We will not see our work undone."

The Twitter!
> https://twitter.com/Faceless_Quest
If you have questions...
>http://ask.fm/Dranzy

And a log of the quest!
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Quest%20Of%20The%20Faceless

And The Faceless!
http://pastebin.com/dDstf0SN

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Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/QM_CardHeart
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/E9ZihSBV

Mrjgthgn.

Yes, that's pretty close to the sound that just came from my mouth. "Mrjgthgn".

Slowly, my eyes open to reveal the morning sun. It shines through my window like an angry alarm clock.
The almost-painful rays of light against my eyes are shielded only by thin strands of blonde hair. My sister, Kaori, remains soundly asleep centimeters away from me. The sun reflects off her golden strands, and it almost resembles a halo around her head.

I am Itsukuma Masami.
Today, for me, is just another normal day.

Another normal day where I wake up, go to school, have fun with my friends, and then come home to my family.
My family is very large.
So my new house is very chaotic when I get home. Mom needs all the help she can get.

It's been an interesting couple of weeks since, well- I try not to think about it much. My life wasn't always so carefree, and peaceful.
For one, my old house was completely demolished.

Fortunately, Mom built a new one. This one is bigger, and more spacious than the last! She did it very quickly, too! I just, came one after school, and it was there! It beats living in the tent that I was in for about a week.

Mom doesn't have much in the way of a job anymore, but that's okay. She was entitled to a lot of insurance money after the events last month. Fortune, her old company, was apparently very rich and had excellent coverage! Especially against freak giant-monster attacks. Maybe that's a thing around here; I don't know.

They tried to contact the co-owner of Fortune for his share, but for some reason he was no where to be found.

>Cont.

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Twitter:
>https://twitter.com/AM_in_PM
Previous threads:
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=beast+in+the+sky
For Crew, Location and Ship information, please refer to the pastebin below:
>http://pastebin.com/u/AM-PM

Previously you made your way to the Trader's Guild in Ao for some elbow-rubbing and information gathering. You helped the Johansson brothers decide whether to play it safe with a route to Vert or take a risk with Peck, a yet untapped possibility. You suggested Peck.

In thanks, the older brother informed you of a man named Wong in the red light district who could make you papers that would grant you access to the palace. After a slight misunderstanding with the twins, Rei and Kei, you purchased a forgery of a Class A trader's license. Worked like a charm, too.

However, upon getting your audition with the governor, you found yourself in dire straights; he didn't take too kindly to the offer to end the slave trade in Ao and sicced his guards on you. After a bit of a tussle and a bit of a bloodshed, you managed to subdue him and locate an exit. And not a moment too soon, as his guard reinforcements are literally at the door.

Welcome back to Beast in the Sky Quest!

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The last Malal thread that was started died before picking up. Let's try again. I'll start with the Warlord Traits:
>Master of the Warp Path: Even the most chaotic Warp Storms can be stilled by this Daemon, allowing itself or its forces to appear exactly where they wish. Before deployment, the Warlord may nominate up to three friendly units with the Daemon of Malal special rule. Those units Deep Strike on turn 1 without scattering.
>Destroyer: This Daemons mere presence threatens to unwind reality. The Warlord has the Smash special rule. If he already does have Smash, his Smash attacks are resolved at Strength D.
>Scourer: This Daemon is completely dedicated to ensuring that nothing but featureless wastelands are left in its wake. Any Blast weapon fired by the Warlord has its size increased by one step (Blasts become Large Blasts, Large Blasts becomes Massive Blasts, Massive Blasts become Apocalyptic Blasts) and Template weapons fired by the Warlord gain the Torrent special rule or use the Hellstorm template and lose Torrent if the weapon already has it.
>Devourer of Warp-Horrors: The Warp-spawned Horrors that attempt to take advantage of the lapses in concentration of this daemon or its followers will find themselves dragged into its gaping maw instead. As long as the Warlord remains alive, all friendly units with the Daemon of Malal special rule treat any roll on the Perils of the Warp table as a Warp Surge result and apply it to the Warlord instead of to themselves.
>The Warlord and friendly units within 12' can run and declare assault on the same turn.
>Unmaker of the Mind: The Daemon causes even the strongest of wills to become brittle. The Warlords Fear special rule cannot be ignored. If a unit that cannot ignore Fear tests is forced to take a Fear test by the Warlord then it suffers a -1 leadership penalty to that test.

The 5th warlord trait might need to be changed because it encroaches on one of Slaanesh's Warlord traits.

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Previous:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46569908/
Char sheet: http://pastebin.com/5AHLX5Qb
Other char sheets: http://pastebin.com/fh1pqK1N

A cold wind whips through broken up and ragged cliffs, whistling sharply as it continues on into the gloomy clouds slowly drifting down the sky. And waiting on the edge of the stone faces, stand five knights cloaked in black, riding upon their long since dead steeds. Unmoving they watch, for any sign of life to make its way through the whistling canon.

There's a soft thud, most likely a rock finally falling down the sheer drop. One of them shouts and raises his sword, the others groaning in exasperation. The knight dressed in shiny, almost mirror like armor growls as the sun beats down on his far too perfect brow, his face distorting into something monstrous

"WHERE THE TAINTED HELL IS SHE!!!!" His scream of impotent rage and maddening boredom echoed for miles on end, but didn't manage to reach outside of the canyon walls.
...
Meanwhile, just outside of mapleburrow, far away from the whistling cliffs
...
I groan, wiping the sweat off of my forehead and face as I look around at my work, my hands and finger aching and burning. It kind of feels like I shoved a few needles under my nails, but honestly it was worth it, it really was. Sure...it's just basically a giant hole in the ground, but it feels special somehow, maybe its because its my hole, and I dug it myself? Or maybe I just like being under the ground now? I don't know or care really, but it's really nice down here, never thought I'd say that while sitting in the dark surrounded by dirt and rock walls. But its comfortably cool, sort of like getting out of the shower on a cold day, but not as harsh. At the very least its a welcome change from the usual heat of the day.

I sigh as I look around the empty room of dirt, rocks and roots....eh, it could probably use a little fixing up actually, some furniture and such?
cont

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What decks are you running right now, or what are you trying to build at the moment?

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What went wrong?

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How do I make Satan my setting's hidden BBEG?

I feel like the ol' mischevious singing devil with a top hat troope to be way too obvious.

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What is the "thing" for gnomes? Dwarves have stonework, mountains, blacksmithing, beards, ale, axes, hammers, and Scottish accents, elves have trees, magic, rapiers, longbows, blond hair, thinking they're better than you, and long lives, and halflings have being unadventurous, gluttonous, and not wearing shoes.

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Rolled 59 (1d100)

I'm sorry if I'm slow or if the writing's sub-par. I haven't done this in a year.

You've been waiting in the Varopu for forty-five minutes, now.

The camera feed from a wall-mounted monitor displays the twinkling lights of the space station in a hazy light. The hiss of compressed air, not-quite-whisper-soft and smelling faintly of motor oil, fills up the room. From outside your meager cabin room's door, you can hear the croaking, barking, beeping noises of the other passengers as they slowly file themselves into the ship. Their destination? Unknown. For all you know, they could be heading to the edge of the universe. Right now, that's not exactly your concern.

What IS your concern is the delay in the departure of your ship. There should have been nothing but folded space in this part of the station, but delay after delay meant that you had to sit there, counting the seconds on the monitor. It didn't help that a cheery, pre-recorded message within the ship kept telling you all about how Captain Whatshisname was sorry for the delay, and something about crossed wires and checkpoints. What mattered to you, at this moment, was that you were delayed.

Well, at least the delay was almost over.

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