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Please stop.
This is awful.

>>43745199
adding some stuff the the music queue.

>>43745142
Find somewhere temperate, with trees, flux, and both deep and shallow metals for something straightforward.
Deserts, mangrove swamps, mountains and colder regions are more challenging.

>>43745360
Well what do you guys feel like playing? I know how to play the game.

>>43745142
The patch of haunted land in the middle of the regional map.

>>43745129
>>Try it out with time magic

In for a penny, in for a pound.

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>>43745129
>Try it out with time magic

>>43745129
>Try it out with time magic
What He said! >>43745223

>>43745077
His thighs are damn tiny. I think that's why his legs look so fucked up.

>>43745077
To infinity ... and beyond!

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>tfw canon

http://i.imgur.com/7C8xckt.png

Halp, I'm on the verge of starting a third army. Damn you Scottish ladies!

Depends on the setting.jpg

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>>43744769

I imagine they just amble around, not really going after anyone or anything. Maybe they'll be hostile towards anyone showing up in their patch of the Spooky Forest, but that could depend on the overall malevolence of their masters.

If there are ghouls/zombies, maybe they'll go feral and start hunting people to eat, but I still don't understand why something that's dead needs to eat. A wood full of feral ghouls might be kind of creepy and a good setting for a side-adventure.

Of course, if we go by Warcraft rules, then the necromancer's minions actually become significantly more dangerous and menacing after he jobs it. For some reason.

They immediately swarm into formation and dance-walk to an open area where they can perform large-scale choreographed movements.
A core of skeletons form up in the centre and connect their bodies to make a raised platform while the main host spins, dances, circles and chants around it.
After their requisite song and dance number, they clear a path for the intelligent undead to make their way to the platform, where the new warchief will be decided by danceoff and/or rap battle

Adventurers are of course invited to view the spectacle as guests of honour, and if their rhymes are sufficiently fire then they will be granted the chance to throw shade on stage

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As you advance on the gawping slave, fire dancing at your fingertips, Mortia emerges from a door to your left. You couldn't have timed it better if you'd planned it. She's dressed in elaborate robes dyed a rich blue and trimmed with gold thread. Silver beads sewn into the fabric glitter at her neckline, drawing attention to a enormous ruby sitting at her throat. The dress is composed of three or four layers of silk, accompanied by a thin veil which does little to actually hide her face but is covered in a floral patterning. The clothes she's wearing probably cost more than most commoners could ever dream of possessing.

She twirls around once slowly, the dress flaring out like the petals of a flower. Only once she's completed her turn does she notice Bhaskar lying terrified on the floor in his wine stained robes, and Chrys standing over him menacingly. Not to mention Darzi faking unconsciousness.

Her expression sours, and irritated she snaps out. “Would you five quit wasting time and get ready? We're supposed to get called up in front of the crowd for some sort of ceremony and I'd rather not look like an idiot in front of a bunch of nobles.”

You refrain from pointing out that most nobles are probably going to think she's an idiot by default, humans aren't exactly held in high esteem, as she sweeps past you and past the slave. Seeing his chance he leaps around Chryssa and practically attaches himself to Mortia at the hip, trailing out of the room behind her but never taking his eyes off you and your companions.

You're sure he'll be telling the other slaves all about how you and your friends are secretly abominations from the void masquerading in mortal skin. You wonder if you'll hear them whispering about you behind your back, or about how Bhaskar's lost his mind?
(1/3)

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As soon as he's out of earshot Profectus starts laughing, which prompts Darzi to cease pretending to be a corpse. She stands up, adjusting her clothes where Ricky's tentacles had set them askew. “That went well.” She casually remarks. “I'm surprised he didn't scream though.”

You shrug your shoulders, watching the doorway through which Mortia and the slave left. The festivities seem to be dying down, at least the music's stopped. “I think he was trying to. He mostly just laid there with his mouth hanging open but didn't make a sound. I'm not sure what in Pani's name he was thinking, if that's his strategy when confronted with an actual void entity he'll be dead before he even realizes what's ripping out his soul.”

Chrys carefully removes her mask, slipping it inside her bag while wandering over to join you and your other companions gathered in a loose circle. “If it is any consolation, I believe he may have wet himself. At least it smells like he did.”

You hadn't noticed, but then again Chryssa was closer to the man than you were. “We should get more wine.” Profectus announces once he's stopped laughing. “Since he spilled ours all over himself when he fell. I'm not sitting through some boring ceremony sober.”

“How would being drunk make the ceremony more tolerable?” Darzi ask. “You'd just be more likely to make an ass of yourself and regret it once you've sobered up.”

You cut in. “You just don't get it, Darzi. You don't understand the pain of sobriety to an elf. Every moment spent not soaked in alcohol is a moment wasted to them.”

Profectus adopts an overly serious expression, nodding his head somberly. “He's right, you know. Even now my existence is one of constant suffering without the soothing haze of alcohol to help me forget the pain.”
(2/3)

Changing the subject, you decide to find out a little more about this ceremony. “So before we decided to mentally scar that arrogant little bastard for the rest of his life, what was he saying about the ceremony? What's all this going to entail?”

Fulvia speaks up, summarizing what they were told in a dull monotone. “Zaahir is to call for a momentary halt to the celebration at which point he will name both you and Mortia to come stand before him. You shall both be given glass crowns fashioned from the sand of the battlefield and hailed as Matha, at which point the assembly will expect both you and Mortia to offer up some sort of thanks to your god Surya. Bhaskar explained that two captured bandits will be brought up from the cells to serve as your sacrifices.”

You're expected to kill a captive in honor of Surya? You knew that sacrificing captives used to be commonplace but you haven't heard about it being practiced since several centuries ago. It's generally seen as barbaric, at least among Vatis.

>You don't know if you're okay with that. You need to find your brother and clarify this.
>Eh, they were going to be executed anyway. If you make their death quick, you're doing them a favor.
>You'll go along with it, but you have trouble believing that Mortia is okay with it. Make sure she understands what will be expected.
>Write-in

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>>43744172

>>43744184
>Zombie Shogunate Japanese minis.
Okay, shill aside, I'm intrigued.

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>>43744184

Has anyone made good use of any of the ranged exotic weapons? The dart guns seem to be about the only useful ones.

>>43744130
PhysAd in my last group using shuriken coated with basilisk venom.

>>43744130
Super Squirt Wars, but that's an old story.

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Welcome to Saiyan Quest. This takes place shortly after the war against the Tuffles, as the Saiyans look for more foes to battle in the absence of their old enemies.

Voting will operate on a first to five system, at least for the time being.

Dialogue is allowed to be added to votes, as are actions (though I'll ignore what I consider shitposting)

During battles, options will usually have a number assigned to them. After that vote has won, players will roll a d100, and have three chances to match or beat that number.

If a 100 is rolled, it is considered a crit success (unless 100 was the number you had to match).

If a 1 is rolled, it is a crit failure, regardless of whether or not the other two rolls are high enough to succeed.

If, during a battle, players want to attempt a writein action, that is allowed, but I am the one who will assign the number to it, so use caution

You're a young male Saiyan who fought in the war with the Tuffles. You are an average fighter for now, but have the potential of one of the greatest warrior races to roam the universe flowing through your veins. There is no limit to what you can accomplish through blood, sweat, and tears.

Previous threads
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My Life for King and Country

HAIL VEGETA

>>43743454
I read Dragonology and Wizardology. Fun times.

>>43743454
I still have my copies on my shelf op!

>>43743454
Damn, it's been a long time since I saw these.

I had Wizardology, and my friend had Dragonology. Good times.

>>43743409

I see Charlotte's girl walking towards me down the empty street and...why is no one out...I could've sworn I was just in the middle of a crowd

She glares up at me, her messy black hair hanging over her face as she stops for a moment, saying nothing as she stares at me, making my heart go cold.

She starts walking again and I reach out to see if she's all right.

"Hey, Eli chan is something wrong, you look pretty pissed off?" I ask as she grabs my hand and squeezes it, I hear something crack and gasp in pain as she lets it go and keeps walking

"Luke, if you know what's good for you right now, you should just go home and fuck off" She sighs angrily "I'm not in a pleasant mood and if you stick around I can't guarantee you'll be alright, understand"

I nod slowly, she snorts and chuckles

"Good, don't need more trouble on my mind...stay safe and if you run into charlotte...tell her not to follow me, alright?" She says turning back to me with a small smile

"I will" I say as start to walk away "just be careful okay, I don't want to cry this episode"

"Oh trust me..you won't" She says sternly as I hear concrete crack behind me.

Min
...
"Heeeey" I call out to the not Eli as I sit on a street light above her "Why are you doing all of this, you know both of them are...well Amanda's a sweet girl at least, no reason to hurt her"

"She was trying to kill and eat me" The not eli says flatly as she looks up at me, looking confused "surely a fellow monster like yourself can understand that at least...didn't feel good though, but she was in the way of my duty"

"Well, no I can't" I say shrugging as she sighs and smiles happily "I'm not a monster like you, I'm home grown in this world after all...what are you any ways"

"Well, I'd like to hope I'm a good monster" She says staring out at the street "But...well, of course I am..I was made to serve my queen, and I'm doing so...so I have to be a good monster right?"

Cont

>>43743416

"Well you're certainly a strange one, just like me" I chuckle, before my smile turns into a frown "But you're going to hurt my friend, so I can't really agree with you there"

"She's just as much of a monster as me" The not eli growls angrily, pulling her sword whip out straight "at least I don't hunt others for sport, and as I understand...she's even stolen the power of my kin"

"That'd be my fault, well it may be rude, but I hope you die today...for hurting my friend, but if you live..well I don't care" I sigh angrily, barely resisting my urge to smack her skull in.

A wave of red sand washes up to me, but I'm already through the door by time it crashes into where I was standing seconds before

Katlin Walter's
...
Sis hasn't come back yet...and she seemed really angry when she got her phone call...and Amanda hasn't been back in awhile either, and Charlotte just ran out of the door after her.

I mean I'm not scared of being alone it's just that...everyone else in here is gone to and I don't want to walk home, because Eli would get in trouble and...and

"Hey, don't facking cry" Charlie says as he appears in the seat next to me, blowing out a fog of smoke as he grins widely "Ol charlie's here to keep you occupied"

"And he brought some friends with him...I don't imagine you've changed your mind about my offer?" Lady petals asks as she appears in a cloud of cherry blossoms.

I stare at her as I feel Sparkwitz walk into the store, giggling loudly as the lights flicker and burst, making me shiver in shock.

"War oh what a lovely poem, but such a sad song, choices weigh like anvils in the sea, such a tempting poisoned apple?" it sighs as it curls up under my legs. I stare at the weird flower cat thing and...

Foolish
...
Master...master in danger. I pant as I stop er jogging? down the raised road thing.

I look around nervously, whimpering as I pull at my human fake body. No scents...can't find master.

>>43743442
I whimper louder before I take a deep breath, growling as I clench my hands into...fists! Yes, foolish smart dog, I remembered what they were called.
cont
I chuckle as I run down the street, my arms held out as I get renewed meaning to find Elizabeth
...

Marisa Walter's
...
"It's okay darling" Alfred says as he hugs me from behind, running his hand through my hair as I stare at the locket in my hand "You know our little elizabeth is strong, she'll bounce back even if she loses, and she has friends to help her out now... you don't need to do this love...if one of us has to go to keep her safe...let it be me instead"

"You wouldn't be safe either" I groan as I clench my old locket, sparks of red light flying from between the gaps in my fingers "You'd get hurt or"

"Oh please, I survived fighting with the old king, I'm sure I could stand a normal monster" He laughs...but I can tell he's just doing it to stop me from going out there myself. He hugs me tighter, and doesn't let go
...

The cogs of fate turn...tick tock...tick tock

Choose who you play in the meeting of destiny
[] CRIMSON DREAM, the red mage of the comet
[] CRIMSON NIGHTMARE, the red warlock of the endless sands

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[7:30 am, 28-Apr-2129 (THURSDAY)]

Today didn’t start out so well. You woke up to the shrill beeps of traffic and the rabble of the city, with a pounding ache in the base of your skull and stiffness in your arms. The pair in the Velvet Room had struck again. Whenever they cared to ‘converse’ with you, you always woke up feeling like a tank had just ran over you. That’s not even getting into what they did a few weeks ago. The blood spewing from our mouth, along with the searing pain in your heart, had been all too real.

Their words imply that someone else used to reside in the Velvet Room. Someone who was a lot nicer and didn’t crush the hearts of children like nuts in a vice. What you wouldn’t give to have that mysterious stranger replace that pair of giggling shitheads. Though he or she would probably be just as cryptic.

When brushing your teeth, you remembered exams would be commencing in less than two weeks. It alone sent your mood into a nosedive. Then you forgot to concentrate and stubbed your toe on the washing machine. You attempted to focus Ippon-Datara’s endurance into your foot to stem the pain. It didn’t work. After that had been cleared up, you opened the fridge and found that Shizuka had drank the last bit of orange juice.

“You don’t look too good, Takashi.” Shizuka commented. “Did you not sleep well?”

“Something like that.” You mumbled. “Pass the salt, nee-san.”

Right after you finished chewing the first mouthful of crispy bacon, your phone rang.

“Is that one of your friends?” Shizuka asked.

“Only Celeste would message me at this time of the day.” You replied. “Before you get any funny ideas nee-san, she’s probably stuck on another maths problem and needs my help.”

Reality was far crueler. If your morning had been bad before, it was about to reach the level of the biblical apocalypse.

>>Takashi: Read AETHER’s notification.

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>[MAX PRIORITY] On 6-May-2129 at 8:00 am, the corpse of Fumika Shibuya will be found in the Grey Ward of Akumachi City. Her mutilated limbs and torso will be strewn around a local scrapyard. Analysis will reveal signs of intense mechanical augmentation, far beyond the limit of what humans can tolerate. Further inspection by the other Players will reveal she has been murdered by the Denizens residing in Sector 3 of the Blackened Void—Area 019. 9 days, 0 hours, 30 minutes and 0 seconds remaining.

A chill, as cold as the blizzard on a stormy winter night, sweeps through your body. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. The world shrinks until the greyish blue interface of AETHER is left, as if you are staring it down from the end of a long tunnel. Twin black eyes bug out of your sockets. You barely manage to hold your phone through your suddenly clammy, shaking hands.

Someone is speaking to you. You ignore her.

You grit your teeth. You lower your phone back into your pocket. It slumps to the bottom like a concrete block dropped in the middle of the Shinano river. Your hands balls into fists with a mixture of rage, trepidation and resignation.

“Takashi.”

Why now, of all times? Why did it have to occur right when exams were knocking at the front door? Why was the deadline the final day of Golden Week? Did whatever malevolent force that was manipulating AETHER seriously expect you to spend the following nine days trying to rescue Fumika instead of studying like a normal person?

The obvious answer is ‘yes, of course it does’. The truth is undeniable. Anger gives way to despair. You lower your head in misery and moan. You had just been getting your life back on something resembling on track, too…

Today is going to be a real bad day.

“Takashi! Otouto!”

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The sharp crack of a finger snapping drags you back to reality. Shizuka is staring from across from the table, frowning and arms crossed. “What’s with you, today?” she asks, “You’re making me worried.”

You raise your head and blink. Upon seeing the concern etched on your older sister’s expression, you give her a smile. It is awkward and feeble, but you try nonetheless. “It’s nothing, nee-san. I’m perfectly fine today.”

“For a boy who says those words, you don’t look the part, Takashi.” Shizuka replies. Her eyelids raise by the tiniest of fractions. A hint of jade peeks out. You breath catches in your throat. If Shizuka fully opens her eyes…well, you don’t want to think about it. At all. “I saw your mood flicker between rage, misery, confusion and acceptance. That’s more like what Daisuke typically feels at the bar on a Saturday night. Something is up, I know it.”

“I’m really am okay, nee-san! Honest!” You blurt out. Shizuka remains impassive. You smile falters an inch. “Look, I did receive a message from my friend. Except it wasn’t Celeste.”

“Who, then?” Shizuka asks.

“Takauji! You know, the guy I meet up with in martial arts club. I trained with him yesterday. He showed me how to dodge. He’s a secretly a fan of really depressing stories and showed me this clip from a movie he watched. It’s, uh, about a pair of star-crossed lovers, one awakened and the other not. It’s when the boy tries to use his magic to save the ordinary girl, but his family drags him off. It’s really emotional, nee-san!”

For clarification, you don’t know if such a movie exists. It probably does, though. Some hack director or two has likely taken hold of such a generic idea in the eighty or so years of magic’s history. You also don’t know if Takauji has tastes for those kinds of movies. He’s the kind of guy who would enjoy reading shonen manga or watching action flicks instead.

>>43743207
Sometimes i do sometimes i don't

>>43743207
They're alright.

>>43743207
It's the only way.

Would it not be better to merge the Exalted thread with scion? Are very similar.

>>43742806
I don't have time to tell more specific stories now, but our best game started with this pitch:

Players would develop characters from the Hero level to the Demigod level in Chicago during the time period between WWI and WWII. This period would be split into five different stories, each about five sessions, and each separated by a 4-5 year time-jump. During each time-jump, the characters would automatically increase by one Legend rating and their player could describe at least one major event that occured in the interim to explain their rising noteriety. There was also some amount of XP each story to be awarded for character advancement. In total, the 25 sessions would comprise a campaign of about six months, assuming one game a week for 25 weeks.

The reasoning behind the time-jumps was that without modern media, Legend would spread/increase at a significantly lower rate than the original setting assumes. Really though, the entire idea was spawned from the desire to eventually see our Loa player in the 1970's, rocking some god-fueled pimp attire. The rest was just an extension of what I feel is the untapped natural strength of Scion: exploring the influence of the gods and god-blooded on what we thought we knew of as modern history.

>>43742918
The rough-draft timeline for inspiration looked something like this:

1918 - WWI ends

1920 - Essence 1 - Game starts in Chicago, Illinois, USA.
1920's - Harlem Renaissance
1920 - Prohibition begins
1920 - Mexican Revolution ends
1920 - Women gain the right to vote
1922 - A 20-ton meteorite lands near Blackstone, Virginia
1922 - Irish Civil War
1922 - Discovery of King Tut's tomb
1924 - Immigration Act

1925 - Essence 2
1925 - Scopes Trial
1925 - Invention of Television
1927 - Chinese Civil War
1928 - Eliot Ness begins to lead the prohibition unit in Chicago.

1929 - Essence 3
1929 - Valentine's Day Massacre
1929 - "Black Tuesday" Stock Market crashes, beginning the Great Depression
1930 - Clyde Tombaugh confirms the existence of Pluto
1931 - Al Capone is sentenced to 11 years in jail for tax evasion
1932 - Winter Olympics in New York; Summer Olympics in LA
1933 - Prohibition is repealed

1935 - Essence 4
1935 - Hitler announces German re-armament
1935 - Dust Bowl
1935 - Alcoholics Anonymous is founded

1939 - Essence 5: Demigod
1939 - WWII begins (Ragnarok)

http://orteil.dashnet.org/nested

The classic.

>>43742734
Supposedly there are methods involving black holes and magnetic monopoles, but I never really understood the physics of it myself.

>>43742759
This is amazing.