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Raising the wine bottle to your lips, you take a long draught of its contents. The sweetness of the wine offers momentary reprieve from the increasingly dour conversation. Honestly you're a little baffled by the idea that Darzi, of all people, thinks herself useless. To you she's proven indispensable. She serves as, if not necessarily the moral center of your party, then certainly as the voice of reason among you.

Come to think of it, she really is the only voice of reason. Profectus seems too weak willed to speak against your fool notions, and Fulvia is very nearly incapable of doing so. Chryssa barely speaks at all, and since your falling out she seems even more withdrawn than she was upon your first meeting. Of course there's Mortia and Thaddeus, but neither of them seem like moral exemplars and both are nearly as reckless as you are. Then Zahak is but a child, and a highly impressionable at that.

Ultimately you sigh and offer the bottle back to Darzi. She takes it gratefully but doesn't drink, resting it instead against the swell of her hip. Spurred on by the warm glow of mild intoxication you fold your arms in front of your chest and adopt a mild, conciliatory tone. “Darzi, I'm going to be very honest with you for a moment. You're the only other person I'd trust to actually lead the party in my absence. You're the only one strong willed enough to take the reigns of command, and the only one smart enough not to get everyone killed.”

You hold up a finger, interrupting her before she gets the chance to speak. “And, I might add, for the most part what we do doesn't involve combat. It might be the case that I make a lot of challenges seem trivial, and it's true that despite routinely making gross errors in judgment I'm usually skilled enough to avoid major consequences. However, I wouldn't exactly call myself likable. Sure I can be persuasive, but let's not dance around the issue: I'm an ass.”
(1/3)

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“Without you, Chryssa would've put an arrow through my head a long time ago. Without you, I doubt most of the party would consider one another friends. Without you, Darzi, I'd probably be an even more abrasive madman than I currently am. You bind the party together just as I determine its course. You're as indispensable to me as a man's limbs.”

Darzi nervously drinks from the shared bottle of wine, wiping her mouth on her sleeve when she's done. You think she might be flushed, but that could well simply be the alcohol. “I suppose there's some truth to that.” She admits, almost grudgingly. “But I want to be more than just the party's glorified mother. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the kind words, but I'm a warrior at heart. Fighting is what I know and it's what I enjoy most.”

She offers you the wine, and though you accept it you choose not to drink for the moment. Instead you wrap an arm around Darzi's shoulders and set off with her through the dimly lit hallways which populate the recesses of your family palace. “Then you know what I'd suggest, Darzi?” You pause to take a drink, before pressing the bottle back into her hands. “Take another look through Sadik's cart, find a weapon you like, and spend some of that vast wealth you've built up over the course of our adventures together. It does you little good weighing down the carriage.”

Darzi frowns, casting a wary glance at your hand on her shoulder but making no move to distance herself. “Perhaps I'll do just that, but I'd like to improve my own talents as well. Life, I've decided, is wasted if one does not constantly strive to improve themselves, and I cannot escape the sense that my own advancement has stagnated both in terms of my magical prowess and my skill at arms.”

(2/3)

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That's probably at least partially your fault. You've had a sense for some time now that your companions have been struggling in their studies of magic, but you haven't exactly done much to help them through it. “It's to be expected, Darzi. Inborn talent will only take you so far in terms of magical skill. You need a teacher, and though I'm the natural choice I've neglected not only your advancement, but Profectus and Chryssa's as well. The entire party's really. I'd like to change that but I tend to forget amidst all the constant scrambling from crises to crises.”

You've managed to find your way back to the more frequented reaches of the palace, the stairwell which leads to your party's rooms just up ahead and the foyer a few turns beyond. Darzi raises the wine bottle to her lips and drinks deeply, adopting a thoughtful expression as she passes it back to you. You've finished more than half its contents between the two of you. “Well, for now at least we seem to have achieved momentary peace, though I doubt it will last more than a few days. Perhaps you ought to get a head start on our training before everything inevitably falls apart.”

>A fine idea. Suggest the two of you retreat to your rooms and meditate on forms together.
>Why limit it to just you and Darzi? Rope in everyone, save Profectus of course. You won't be able to meditate on forms, but that's not so important.
>You really think it would be useful to get the party together and just go over the basics of channeling and magic with them.
>While it's a fine idea, you should wait for Profectus to wake up before engaging in any sort of party-wide meditation. For now collect Mortia and get her name cleared.
>Write-in

>>45397087
>>"Vanessa, sweetie! Daddy's up here!"

This is a neat idea

I like tihs idea

>>45397087
>Vanessa, sweetie! Daddy's up here!"
>Who's my evil little succubus? Who's my evil little succubus? Yes you are! Yes you are you bad, bad girl!

>>45397087
>"Vanessa, sweetie! Daddy's up here!"

> CURRENT SOUL: LIWET HERMANN
>Try to find the rest of your Seraph teammates.
>You are an Adepta Sororitas, not a Navywoman. Go towards the Drop-pods and descend towards the surface of the Forge World.

People say that the Inmaterium is the closest thing to hell but right now the voidship you are in is a more accurate depiction of what the Imperial cult depicts as the Inferno. There is chaos and confusion everywhere and what once were ample and calm corridors now have turned into cramped zones where people have entered into a stampede and where the most weak ones ended falling and were quickly stomped to the death. Human herds were moved from the different areas of the ship like scared cattle due to the quick and sudden attack of the mysterious aliens.

They had had appeared in an instant and apparently formed out of thin air. They spawned into the cores of several high density areas and not even the bravest of the warriors could have been prepared enough for such cowardly attack.

Along with the chaos soon came several mechanic faults as the Techpriests that operated the heavy doors and other important functions of the ship were also being butchered. After the first seconds of confusion and chaos came the realization of the attack and the quick retaliation. The Navymen equipped their combat shotguns and proceeded to attack the aliens as best as they could yet there wasn’t much that they could do, the ample spread of their pellet launching weapons and the many people that were running away made impossible to aim and shoot without hitting or killing some innocent collateral damage.

>>45396831

After looking at the grim and crude sight of scared civilians and navy workers you prayed and asked the God-Emperor of mankind for their safety and to imbue them with the necessary bravery so they can stop being cowards and affront the enemy. You wished to fight them too but the Emperor had trusted you a bigger mission, now you had to find your team and head into the planet, God Wills it.

Like and angel you strode and jumped above the scared people, some of them looked at you with fear while other saw in you a symbol of hope and strength. Luckily for you most of those corridors were high enough and had several pipes and other areas to grab into for you to be able to traverse them without the need to descend towards the floor, were the scared populace was. Quickly you started to advance more and more but then when you were about to reach the hangar where the Drop-Pods were located you found an impossibly grotesque scene.

Across your path you had came by several deceased bodies and even a shootout or two but it wasn’t until now that you had been able to fully see what were all those people running from. The room you were in was completely covered in gored bodies that lacked skin and musculature for they had been not only butchered but had their dermis stolen and turned into abominable fear inducing totems.

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>>45396855

The thick steel walls were now covered in spilled blood, remnants of guts and intestines and several long and wide claw marks. The light from the ceiling flickered weakly but every time it covered the room with its lux you became able to see more horror inducing details and specially the cursed being that had committed them.

A skeletal creature covered in metal and strange xenos glyphs, its viridian eyes were as empty and lacking as their own sanity. Its fingers had been turned into long claws that flayed the skin and twitched in what seemed like a perverted pleasure as they made their way into the chest of a poor crew member. It seemed that it was so obfuscated in its killing that it didn’t have noticed your presence yet.

>Aim your two Bolt-Pistols and open fire.
>Try to find another pathway.
>Use your Jump-Pack and with a grace filled jump simply skip it.
>Write in.

>>45395975
The second letter is, coincidentally, also from a Shinigami you've cooperated with during another mission - Sasaki Soren of the 10th. His letter is rather curt, asking to meet with you whenever you are able. "This isn't urgent; treat this letter simply as an invitation to spend time together informally, preferably somewhere in Rukongai." It says. Schedules are tricky to align between people from different Divisions, considering the unpredictability of potential assignments and deployments to different areas of two different worlds, but it's not impossible to organize something like that.

As soon as the fever drops and you're able to walk, you tell Oto to notify the Captain. On the next day, you're summoned to Urahara's seldom used office and give him a report. As you talk about Moeka's actions during your mission, he chuckles.

"It seems that your 'partner' has given you quite a bit of trouble, Ryouta-kun. Because she's in a different Division, I obviously can't punish her directly. Her Captain is a good man, but still, I can't expect him to just take my word for it. If you think it's necessary, we can start a case." Urahara says, his smile fading, though a glint in his eye still betrays a slight amusement. "You won't need to do anything. Just give me the word and I'll have someone handle it."

...

>"I think Moeka should be punished for her actions."
>"I think Moeka learned her lesson."
>"I doubt I'll ever have to see her again, so I'll leave the choice to you, Captain."
>"What do you think a normal person would do?"
>Other. (Write-in).

>>45395994
>>"What do you think a normal person would do?"

>"What do you think a normal person would do?"

>>45395141
I awaken to the sounds of my door being flung open with some haste, crashing against the wall behind, Tyra already fully dressed and wide awake beaming down at me as she dumps a pile of papers at the foot of my bed from under one arm, setting the lantern held in the other down on my bedside table. The long, frilly sleeves of her silk shirt are rolled back past the elbows, her long red hair tied back, as seems to be her habit when working on artifice.

It's not even light out yet.

“Morning Sief.”

Whatever my intentions for my response, what comes out is a confused mumble.

“I'm just about finished going over all the materials you've got, and I had a few ideas.”

“Can't this wait until morning?” I groan, bringing a forearm up over my eyes to shield me from the lantern light she's brought with her.

“There's light on the horizon, that means it's morning,” she grins, rifling through the pile of papers as she tries to assemble them into some inscrutable order.

I peer out from beneath my forearm. If there's light on the horizon, it certainly isn't visible from my bedroom window. Is this the kind of deranged schedule they keep on the Foundry Isles?

>You'll discuss this with her later, at civilized hours
>Fine, you're already awake, may as well take a look

>>45395142
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>>45395142
>Fine, you're already awake, may as well take a look

You washed your face off, letting Elecmon enjoy his pampering a few minutes longer, before he finally sent the ladies on their way, his red fur now shiny and clean from brushing, his toe claws immaculately filed.

Guess they would know how to keep their appearance maintained after all.

“You didn’t see any of those girls kiss my cheek, did you?” You have to ask.

“Not to my knowledge.” He shakes his head. “Maybe before I woke up?”

Hmm. “Oh, and, uh, just so you know buddy, I’m gonna be out tonight. Invited Aru for dinner.”

“Can I come?” He asks innocently, his many tails folding close into each other as he sits up.

Eesh. “Well, we’ll talk about it later, alright?” Glancing around the room, “You know where Eva and Demi went?” He lifts a paw, pointing at a small side door, “There’s a small dining room through there. They went in an hour ago and never returned.”

Huh. You scoop Elecmon up and carry him through, finding the place deserted, with another door leading back out to the hallway outside. Still, there’s breakfast laid out for you in two places, so you help yourself.

Glancing around the room, it’s rather barren compared to the rest of the building, a soft carpet underneath, the table serving as the only furniture in the room, besides a grandfather clock, which bongs loudly for ten AM next to a balcony exit.

The hallway door bangs open suddenly, Jeff leading Gotsumon in. “Oh, you’re awake.” He gives you a smile, “Thanks for looking after my sister yesterday, man.”

You shrug, “No biggie, Elecmon did all the heavy lifting, I just got a cheap punch on him.”

Jeff nods, “Well, either way, thanks to both of you.” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, “But the others were wondering if you want to hit the streets again today or move on? We’re not exactly having much luck, are we?”

“One more day of looking can’t hurt, at the very least.” You shrug.

>You wanna pair with me?
>We should get everyone and check out this power plant.
>I’ll go with… (Write in)
>Other

>>45394392
>You wanna pair with me?

>>45394384
>You wanna pair with me?

No, you are however a lazy DM. No harm done.

>>45392874
No. This is Grade A DMing. Enjoy it.

This is actually really clever m8.

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>>45392695
don't be edgy?

let the angst/anger fit the situation

>>45392695
Fiend=Can never not be edgy, unless you play it like Stingy Jack I guess
Great Old One=Still pretty edgy with some potential fedorafag if you play up the antitheism vibe
Archfey=Fairly Unedgy, unless the player tries his best to sharpen it

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I love the idea of regional effects around a monsters lair. It gives the heroes reason to slay a monster that's upsetting the ecosystem, but that might not be evil. What're people's favorites so far?

Handicapped how?

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>>45391160

Fool! You can't stand up to the goblin king!

>>45387835

If you don't like it then you Don't Like It. Simple as that. What the fuck is wrong with you?

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See this
this is an ork
and this is the best description of 40k

Note how it's an ork, looks, acts, and talks like any orc in most fantasy stories you've heard of with the exception of a k instead of a c. But also note that it's full of mech parts attached to it and not in a way that seems natural in the slightest. That is how 40k rolls, a typical Tolkien fantasy but with a bunch of random sci-fi parts just sewn on it sometimes for function other times purely for aesthetic

It's ugly
It's stupid
and It's only focus is war, war, and more war (and more dakka)

but it's surprisingly straightforward and honorable in a way, a creature that knows what it wants and if you want it to it's the best to turn to

Something that belongs in a fantasy that's set in sci-fi
that is an ork
that is 40k

>>45387835
What >>45388069
said.
Also what >>45387948
said.

It is what it is, if you don't like it, us telling you why won't change that.

Gonna keep it somewhat short tonight. I've got an anime convention to head to in the early morning.

>>45387566
>>“I'm glad to see you aren’t hurt.” [Pleasant]
>Custom
You know I want to be mad at you for running off like that, but I can't. You saved those girls lives. Good work cowgirl.

>>45387566
I already had a turn at doing incredibly stupid ballsy shit with the Bomb back at base, someone else can give the rest of us a collective heart attack Fitz.

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>>45387426
The myrmidons are loyal to a fault.

>>45387426

You mean "If GENERIC fantasy races existed here in this real world of ours".

Because "fantasy races" covers anything you can conjure up with your imagination, and not just the usual hurr-durr-orc-elf-dwarf shit that we get shat into our cereal bowls by autistic games devs.

>>45387426
I believe you mean "fantasy species", and none would be bro-tier because "bro" is an individual personality trait. If we take culture into account then most likely none of them would be, because they're based on some conception of early/middle medieval times, and people were dozens of times more prone to killing one another outside of the battlefield back then.

>>45386795
Are we talking japanese, european or american education system?

>>45386811
Canadian.

>>45386844
In that case college.

>>45386635
Can we show him goatse?. If so, do it to test his reaction to material things.

>>45386635
I show him FATAL

http://web.archive.org/web/20030420125511/http://www.hyperbooks.com/fatal/fatal.pdf

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>>45386635
I show him the Nyarko-san crawling with love series and force him to make a san check. Even if he passes it, that will likely be enough to send him rampaging over to /a/

#3.

Since I seem to have mis-archived 2.5...

Hurm.
Lord Zedd was once the most feared name in the galaxy. Your name had spread terror all across the galaxy, as the prince of darkness. Yet you where stopped by Zordon of Eltar and his soldiers. Given a second chance you and your wife have worked to help the forces of light against the new evils of this world. Now as Desmond Lorde you work as the Serpenterran Ranger and mentor to a new generation of chosen rangers.

Your team of rangers, five in number are a meta-human mercenary ranger team, 'Peacekeepers' who you kept from getting eaten by Vlad the Vampire Bat Beast General by making them Power Rangers. Joining them as their sixth ranger, you continued the restoration process of Serpentera and was able to fight against the Beast Generals and their new allies Ivan Ooze. Two charges with two crystals at your disposal and now a magical mentor in the form of Flabber the Phantom.

Rita was still by your side when you awoke to find your surroundings having changed to your bed-room in the command center's living quarters.

"I'm going to leave soon, but I wanted to help you start your day. Your rangers need to adjust to their surroundings, and start training. I'll leave it to you to decide but for now I should mention that if you want you talk to our guests, their all ready to see you now. You're analysis for the mutagen is also complete if you wish to look at that."

>A. Send Rangers to get to know Stone Canyon
>B. Decide training parameters for each ranger
>C. Speak with prisoners (Fenris (Human Mode) or the Justice Rangers)
>D. Investigate mystery of the ooze.
>E. Summon Flabber for your magic lessons

>>45386176
>>B. Decide training parameters for each ranger

>>45386471
>>45386176


"You have several options. The rangers have many allies, and the Bio Burst Rangers can watch for attacks." Rita says, giving you a list of more options. "You can send your rangers as a team or send them to individual places for optimized training. Some of these names might be familiar to you, and we're capable of even sending them off world."

>A. Order of the Claw (Earth)
>B. Wind Ninja Academy (Earth)
>C. Aquitar (Space)
>D. Phaedos (Space)
>E. Temple of Power (NINJOOOR IS HERE!)