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>You are one of three characters: Samson, a spoiled bard, Dyrus, an axe-wielding rebel's son, or Rene, an orphan adopted by a high-ranking Director of an ominous empire, now a prepromoted archer-lancer. POV will rotate between them on a thread-by-thread basis, with an off-chance that someone else might occasionally take a chapter.

>These protagonists' motivations and goals will very likely come into conflict with one another's.

>Character Death is always a possibility and sometimes an inevitability (this is Fire Emblem after all), but your actions can very easily influence who lives and who dies.

>Voting periods will last an average of ten to fifteen minutes, but this may be increased, decreased, or generally changed at any given moment based on voter turnout.

>Write-ins are encouraged.

>The previous threads are archived on suptg under "Silver Scales of the Past," and a pastebin summarizing each one's events will be provided at the start of the next, like so: http://pastebin.com/WEy8pmdG

>A list of all current summaries and threads: http://pastebin.com/E9sXAcBx

>Our update Twitter is qmgrandflocto, and we have an ask.fm also under ask.fm/qmgrandflocto

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> [[ Character sheet updated with additional information on Contacts, Locations, and Factions. ]]

“Liza is right.” Ayla says, resigned. There’s a pause while she idly scans the busy tavern, thinking of what to do next. “We can’t lead an Alliance as three separate guilds. As much as I hate to admit it…”

Your UI pings.

> [[ UI Messenger – Crimson Guardian Liza ]]
> [[ Crimson Guardian Liza ]]: Are you busy?
> [[ Ascheritte ]]: Nope.
> [[ Ascheritte ]]: What’s going on?
> [[ Crimson Guardian Liza ]]: I’m calling the leaders and officers of the Averron Alliance guilds to a meeting.
> [[ Crimson Guardian Liza ]]: I want you to be there.
> [[ Ascheritte ]]: Why?
> [[ Crimson Guardian Liza ]]: Because I’d like you to join the Alliance.
> [[ Crimson Guardian Liza ]]: The Disposable Heroes and the Writ Keepers will probably lose members in the merge.
> [[ Crimson Guardian Liza ]]: We’ll need new people. There’ll be officer positions open.
> [[ Crimson Guardian Liza ]]: You’ve been keeping your options open. Waiting for something greater, correct?
> [[ Crimson Guardian Liza ]]: Well, this is it.

Ayla’s looking at you expectantly.

“It’s Liza.” You nod.

“What’s she want?” Ayla asks.

“She wants me to come to the meeting.” You respond.

“Ugh.” Ayla winces. “She just wants someone else to tell her she’s right. In front of everyone.”

[[ 1 ]]
> “I think she is right. Maybe this isn’t such a bad thing, Ayla?”
> “Well, we’ll go and tell her she’s wrong in front of everyone. You’re keeping your guild.”
> “Don’t worry about it, I’m not going. This isn’t my business.”

[[ 2 ]]
> Respond to Liza. (Write-in.)
> Leave Liza hanging.

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I want the BBEG of my next campaign to be a power couple. The kind where they bicker a lot, but ultimately love and complete each other.

Any ideas?

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/larp thread/ needs to dump examples edition.

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What up fa/tg/uys, want to open some magic cards?

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/FEc6v8FP
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Beleaguered%20Prince%20Quest

Pastebin is updated. I keep a running tally of the XP in my own notes, but I keep forgetting to actually post them.

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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.

You decided to travel north towards Olstren along with your retinue and Seren auk Caunys, whose family rules lands near the border. There have been suspicious movements in the area - merchants turned away, troop deployments, rumours that Olstren wants to close the border, that sort of thing - and you decided to personally investigate. The information is recent enough that your own contacts haven't told you about it, but in this case, it's a good thing. Whatever's happening, you can put a stop to it before it becomes a serious problem.

The carriage rolls into a small town just big enough to hold the Caunys castle. After several days, your journey has come to an end.

"Your highness, now that we've arrived, I'm certain my father would be glad to meet with you," Seren says. "He should be able to tell us about anything that might have happened while we were traveling as well."

"It might be better to stay away from the castle for now," Myrddin says. "No one knows we're here. We can benefit from the element of surprise for a day or two."

"I'd rather make our presence known," Olwen says. "I'm curious to see how Olstren's forces will react at the prince's presence."

"So am I," Myrddin says. "I'd just like to be prepared first."

>"We'll stay at a quiet inn for a day or two."
>"No point in hiding. Let's pay the count a visit."

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Welcome back, to the second installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest.

If you weren't here last time, you are First Mate Roarke Susan Starwind (age 26 Terran years) of the Iron Kestrels, nicknamed "Dude McCool" by your Captain. You have a taste for the music of Ancient America's 1980's period and habitually eschew ranged and melee weapons in favor of an unarmed brawling style, an unusual but not ineffective choice.

Last time, you survived the ambush that crippled your pirate crew and killed two of your squadmates, Louis Raffsberger and Thelma Longgarden. You would have perished too, as your destabilized microfusion reactor decayed, but thanks to a stroke of luck and having the pluck to search for a new reactor rather than sit and wait for help, you discovered a large humanoid mech buried in a crater. Thanks to your technical acumen and plenty of spare parts cannibalized from the damaged Harpies of you and your squadmates, you managed to restore it to functionality and are now making your way back to civilization.

As an additional stroke of luck, your narrator was able to stat out your as-of-yet nameless mech and finish most of your character sheet.

Next post, plot.

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Welcome to Sin Princess Quest!

A story of evil magical girls, monster waifus, and medieval warlords!

>Ask about the forest?

Turning from the picturesque scene in the mirror in disgust, you change the topic to that of the massive forest that surrounds the remnants of your castle.
"So, the forest, what's the deal with it?"

Your scarecrow caretaker, Strix, scratches at his matted straw beard in thought, or at least a pretty good simulation of thought. For a second you wonder if he was always a scarecrow or if there's someone's brain under his wide-brimmed hat. Wait, no, focus, he's talking.
"The forest, or as I call it, The Wyld, was once our Lord's Garden, from which he grew his Mandrake servants." The old construct gestures with his cane to your listless group of plant beings, tall and weedy and thoughtless. "Grown from his magic, they serve, as I have said. But after the War and our banishment, the magic grew and changed, unattended, and overtook the surrounding land. Perhaps it was a defensive measure, accidentally or intentionally triggered, I could not say. All that is know is that, after it grew, the Wyld took on a strangeness. Monstrous beasts stalk its foggy pathways and it seems to have no end. Still, this comes as much as a boon as a curse. The monsters are powerful and if you were to dominate and control them, they would be a powerful tool. Or become one themselves, at least, if brought to the Harvest Room, where there physical abilities could be bound to you, my Princess."

Jeeze, a lot to take in. So your magic forest hold monsters that you could train or just kill and take their parts... Looking down and flexing a clawed hand, you think to yourself that maybe you could be better. Maybe that's how you could fill the aching emptiness in your chest...
Returning your attention to your caretaker, you speak up.
"So, can we fix it?"

>cont

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Have your players ever discovered a plot hole in your story and/or setting? How bad was it?

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I feel like the Iron Warriors become the best legion when you imagine them all possessing a thick, Southern drawl.

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>Official /5eg/ Mega Trove, contains all official 5e stuff:
https://mega.nz#F!UVkTnT5b!FJ34UZ98BMY2mEtexenS7g

>Pastebin with homebrew list, resources and so on:
http://pastebin.com/X1TFNxck

>/tg/ Character Sheet
https://mega.nz/#F!x0UkRDQK!l-iAUnE46Aabih71s-10DQ

Previous thread:
>>46541019

Why doesn't your group have a portable ram yet? It's the best lockpick.

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Regale a short version of your character's backstory in the least flattering manner, like how a grumpy father would describe his adventurer son going off on an adventure because the son neglected farm work and some such.

Pic related, kind of. I'll start then:

>Girl didn't like a sure future, so she enlisted to get herself killed and tortured because she didn't like the cut of her husband-to-be's jib.

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So the new ban list came out today. What do you guys think? Dracopals got hit pretty bad, which is really good for my monarch deck. I'm surprised monarch and kozmo didn't get hit.

Looks like i'm gonna keep trying to finish my kozmo deck then.

Also what packs are you guys buying lately? I've been stocking up on the gold. I think I have more than 200 infinite gold now, just got a dark destroyer today.

New Banlist:
https://ygorganization.com/tcg-forbidden-limited-list-april-2016/

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ELDRAZI WINTER IS OVER

MAKE WAY FOR THOPTER SPRING

Happy FNM everbody.

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>Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46502219/
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/WeaselThat

>Introduction:

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

While you not much of a Shakespeare buff, that line of dialogue keeps popping up in your head as you sit back down at your table inside "The Pao Pao Cafe" and try to think over what the hell just happened. One moment, you're talking about doing a friendly sparring session with "Tsunami Tsyako" (The girl that knocked out of last week's Real Bout final) and could even see a flash of a person behind her "Kayfabe" Pro-Wrestling gimmick... Then you tell her your name and she wants to rip your head off your neck and shit down the hole.

The fuck is with that? That's where the whole name business comes back into focus.

Your name is Katja Hartkern. You've had to deal with a lot of shit for having such a unique name, even in a relatively "Liberal" place as your hometown of Coober Pedy, Australia (Noted for supplying most of the world's gem-quality Opal and for being located in a desert so hot and arid that most of the houses there are built underground or inside of mountains)... Your skin tone didn't help either. Especially when you finally started living on your own in Adelaide before graduating High School and re-locating to Japan...

Except Tsuyako seems to know of somebody named Katja Hartkern and claimed that the two guys (Brothers for sure, now that you can see their faces clearer) and their girlfriends(?) at the table across from yours knew this "Other Katja" too. And apparently, you're disrespecting the memory of her by simply existing...?

Between this, the poltergeist you vanquished last night and that garbled phone message you might have to hire somebody to exorcise your house... Where you could go for that though? China Town? Little Korea? A Catholic Church? (Wait, scratch that last one. You're not a little boy; They wouldn't be interested.)