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984889 No. 984889 ID: c24649 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]

A short quest about a duel between two people to settle their disagreement.
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No. 990317 ID: 5f4030

Not particularly, Count Murdusa. Fear of death is something a soldier cannot afford to have. Now I pose the same question to you, sir. Do you fear the reaper? Does your blood run cold when the devil comes calling?
No. 992143 ID: f626ab
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No. 992537 ID: 5b7263

Man, fuck this guy.
Pull your glove off and slap in the face with it.

“I will hear no more of your churlish drivel, you base and wretched poltroon.”
No. 994504 ID: f626ab
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994231 No. 994231 ID: e9b402 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]

Oh frick it is is you, slushee guy. Time clock you awake and then want slushee, go!
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No. 994271 ID: 19da02

teleports the closest slushy directly into your hand. But you have to lay down a sick quip like 'bone voyage' or something
No. 994279 ID: e9b402
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"Bone voyage, bone man"
The slurpee, along with the skeleton telelort directly into your hand.
Up close you realise the skeleton actually kinda cute tho.
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You set aside your differences and have a slurpee date at the top of a volcano.
The end.
No. 994282 ID: 894419

Best quest I've ever read.
No. 994283 ID: 19da02


good ende

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989316 No. 989316 ID: fde50b hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]


Sunlight cracks over the horizon, reflecting off the dazzling white snow that boarders the kingdom. Warm air escapes the barrier behind us as the sun greets us with heat and light.
I can feel the breath of my sister behind me, her arms wrapped around my neck. A blanket keeping the cold air away from our bodies as frost melts around us.
“Well Viccy,” my sister whispers, adjusting her legs around me, “happy birthday.”
It’s my 10th today.
“Wish mum could have been here with us.” She sighed at the sight. “She told me her grangran brought her and uncle here when it was their 10th. She brought me here too.”

A small tradition, to see what it is like outside our kingdom.
An ancient barrier kept away the cold, and upon their 10th, all royal children should venture outside to experience what’s outside.

“Is there anything beyond the snow?” I ask.
“Yes.” She answers, pointing at a distant mountain to the south.
“There, lies the city of dragons.”
She moves her fingers to the right.
“There, used to be a great Avaros empire, who dared go against the dragons. In their fury, the dragons brought upon their wrath, and turned everything there into sand.”
“What’s sand?”
“Sand is like tiny rocks, bigger than snow. It never melts, and nothing can grow on it.
Now though, there are some tribes that still live there. They’re nice people, but don’t have kings or queens.”
She then points to the left of the mountains, “and there lies the great forests, where our ancestors came from.”
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No. 992568 ID: dfbac0

Fight, in your own way.
First, try to stop resisting the mana bolt, it may be poison but there's nothing you can do to stop it, and resisting will exert yourself more, allowing it to do more damage, instead you should focus on saving Muuna, it's holding an active role in doing whatever it is it's trying to do to her, so strike at it's arm that's fusing into her.
I repeat, strike at it's ARM, if you try to strike it's mana core, you could fail and leave it more pissed, instead you should strike the arm to stop it from affecting Muuna anymore.
No. 992647 ID: 0cb682

shank that motherfucker
No. 993267 ID: e13b1d

No. 993343 ID: fde50b
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> fight

I exhale, letting the nervousness flow out of me as I whisper a small chant, letting my mana flood my body. The bolt sinks into my chest, as the body enhancement tenses my muscles.
I run.
I scream as I leap at the giant, bringing my picks together and smash them into its arm.
It’s screech reminds me of a mix between bells and whistles, but my concentration is broken as I hit the ground.
It’s tail had spun around and smashed me into the ground, and when I am awake, it is gone. I don’t know how long I was out, as I grip the ground.
Gravel and dirt gives way as I pull myself to Muuna.
I can here her whisper something, as I pull myself closer. The remains of the arm deeper, but no longer pulsing.
I pull myself onto her, trying to hear what she’s saying.

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I awake, gripping the dagger under my pillow as I feel a presence near me.

We spend a minute looking at each other as I calm down.
“What are you doing here?”
“Watching you.”
“You were in distress.”

I sigh, letting go of the dagger and run a hand across my face.
“It was just a nightmare... why aren’t you asleep?”
I look out the window, the moon is high in the sky.
“I’m not sleepy.”
“... I guess sleep wait till tomorrow.” I slide off the bed to get something to drink.

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984496 No. 984496 ID: 293539 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]


I hurt.

Perhaps I am not, in fact, an expert at drinking.

I've used myself ruthlessly; depleted coin, mana and substance in pursuit of ideas that seemed brilliant in the moment. Even by the feeble, hateful rays of the dawning Sun the cracks and blemishes emerge from the kindly night's soporific haze.
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With a reduced workforce I focus on just preparing the courtyard.

>>my first suitor in a thousand years
She's fine.

>>Myaousha, give good review
>Well. How often do you get the opportunity to just ask? Just head on over and get her perspective of the run went compared to, say, others she's had, with the caveat your dungeon was/is still underdeveloped.
I have a quick chat with her, but don't have the time for more developed feedback. It's much as what I expected - some interesting encounters with my guardians but little else. She does call out fighting Reisarf and Stargazer on the ice platforms as a highlight.

>Can you enhance your perception? Being able to accelerate your thoughts to think more about things without showing it would be useful if they try to pressure you. If you could enhance your ability to pick up on lies, misdirection, or ulterior motives then that could be, well, you probably won't like looking into what a lecher is looking for most of the time, but it remains an invaluable negotiating aid.
I'm not enough of a mentalist to easily be able to do that to a useful degree.

>Could you grant illusion or sculpting powers with which to depict yourself? It is not as though you plan to take him back to your mountain to show yourself off personally, and a visual representation of what he is investing in would help clarify things.
I spend some time working on a mud map of the dungeon in a corner in case it proves to be useful.
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No. 993243 ID: b1b4f3

I wonder how many golems you can feed Centaur? Imagine it turning into some kind of massive monstrosity not normally possible via basic golemetry! ...is it using your cart's legs?

Also I think the mud part of the stick-mud golem is feeding the plant part. Something will happen. Hopefully not a berserk tree monster?

Ok, list off the things you thought of, but leave the numbers vague or lower than would be fair. For the independent golem, make sure he knows the construction cost is going to be included in the price, and that you would value it higher than 5000. Lastly, tell him that you need to get yourself more familiar with the market, and adjust your prices so you're not being taken advantage of.
You may want to price checks and advice from Liana at some point. Heck, maybe you can bring her in during negotiations. You have a good working relationship with her, and you DID save Ophelia's life.
No. 993250 ID: 2f6d8f

oh no he's hot
No. 993254 ID: 12b116

Well what's he interested in, potions? Items? golems? Everything we can make can be completely bespoke or unique.
No. 993256 ID: 0fae41

Stoke his imagination. For five thousand you could do something sensible and an uncommon niche for this corner of the world - but the talents of the old masters are worth more than five grand. You could also perhaps offer to merely tighten the vault's wards against earth pulse leakage - for more, you can go and plug up the vulnerability you used. For even more, you can tell them what it was, so they can sell the knowledge to other banks... It'd be a good opportunity to go and examine your handiwork.
Magic items seem like a good lead in to how you can come up with new items, like this Deemimic egg. But research and deemvelopment takes time, time that additional gold can accelerate.
How quickly could you infuse five grand without spawning another boss monster? With your limited golem caravan capacity, do you even have to worry about bringing too much too quick? What if you carry old gold out for purchases back at town on return trips?
Remember, it's cooler if you call it 'investing into mana research' instead of 'sitting on it.'

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992702 No. 992702 ID: f5fbad hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]

Russian Roulette, the fastest, riskiest way you know of to make money. You need 10 Million in cash by the end of the month to save your daughter's life.
LUCIPH: Well, whats it going to be?
Give me a minute, I'm thinking here.
LUCIPH: 250k per pull. 2 million in the pool.
This is not good. Down to only 750k. If I die I can just start over, but probably not without missing the deadline.... shit this is not good...
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No. 992736 ID: 8a51ec

Those other two must be eternals as well, right? Seems like a pretty terrible idea otherwise. As for the game at hand, it's a tough choice to keep going, because chances are it'll be either this pull or the next one.
No. 992743 ID: b1b4f3

It's just one favor. Sounds less risky than continuing the coinflip here. Which, might I add, is literally all you're doing. From your perspective, he's always going second, so every round is a 69.4% chance of a draw(5/6*5/6), a 16.6% chance of losing(1/6), and a 13.8% chance of winning(5/6*1/6). Paradoxically, from his perspective it's the same.
This is basically just a blackjack table with higher stakes. You can only go two more rounds before you run out of cash to bet with, what happens then?
Also I'm not sure what your long term plan is here. Making 10 million seems incredibly unlikely if losing *once* puts you behind the deadline.

How about you mitigate the risk: tell Luciph that you want to talk to him after the game, win or lose. You need a better way to make money.
No. 992745 ID: b1b4f3

Actually wait no. You'll want to talk to him now, because if he dies it might take too long for him to come back.
I guess the deal could be something like this: you fold now and he finds you a more likely way to make 10 million in cash by the end of the month.
No. 992952 ID: ce39da

Yeah, owing a favor isn't fun, but as things stand, it seems incredibly unlikely that you'll make enough money even if you win the maximum pot you can afford to pump here. Sometimes, you've got to know when to suck up your pride and ask for help.

"... Dammit, even if I win, I still won't have enough. Not like I can turn back, though..." Let Lucith's curiosity carry you into the request.
No. 992963 ID: 777990

So if this is the situation, why are you fucking around with this guy instead of robbing a bank or a wealthy normie.

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934998 No. 934998 ID: 8275cf hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

The Fall of Astramar
"The Alliance saw their doom Looking upon Jucha, but like the light of a distant star their damnation had come long before" --Balren the storyteller

follows the events of crash quest and command quest,it is recommended to read these first
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No. 991565 ID: 8483cf

Go for the exposed electronics. It's gotta have those somewhere.
No. 991582 ID: 777990

Hah, knew that bitch was full of shit. Should've crushed her when you had the chance.
No. 991671 ID: 6894eb

Why let it face you?
Stay to its rear, where it'll be tough for it to lethally assault you.
No. 991673 ID: dcdd1c

It can probably swing around pretty quickly. Staying behind would be nice, but with a damaged knee and possible damage to its power lines, it probably lacks endurance. If you can just get out of its line of sight, running away might be the best option.
No. 991926 ID: 777990

Isn't it funny Oken, that every time you've had the urge to kill someone so far it was the absolute right move?

Maybe they were always full of shit about binders lash.

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934706 No. 934706 ID: 30ada4 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

It's times like these that make someone ask the big questions; is there a God, for example.

You've never really believed in an omnipotent power, especially not now, as you hang from your hands and feel your ribs crack.

Is there a such thing as good and evil, that's another good one.

Probably not.
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No. 990022 ID: ba3944

The air is full of dust. You feel it falling on your face.

Somewhere a car alarm is wailing. It sounds far away, or under water. Hard to hear past the ringing. Your bloodshot eyes crack open under a crust of cement powder, you cough, mouth dry and rough.

You stand up slowly, grunting, pieces of debris shifting and falling off of you. It’s hard to see, dark out, shapes fade into a grey sea of dust past around fifteen feet out. The road is gone, everything is a maze of rubble. You struggle to get your eyes to focus.

There’s a pounding at the back of your skull, you hiss, feeling around the spot there’s a stinging pain and the fingers come away damp with blood. You’re confused, disoriented. Numb, you can’t feel the old injuries, but you know they’re there. Ankle is weak, like a limb you’ve sat on and all the blood’s gone, and the hand on your wounded arm doesn’t flex right. You pat yourself down, no new holes, no bones twisted. Plate carrier is hanging on by a thread, rifle is still clipped to it, but the barrel is bent almost sideways, it’s fucked. Still have your pistol though. And your knife, so you guess if you have to open any MREs you’re set.

You start walking, more of a staggering limp; almost blind, feeling your way across a field of wreckage. Wires, splintered wooden poles, pieces of building all sticking out from piles of rubble. Can hardly see your hand in front of you, the night air is a dense blanket of dust. Some lights are still alive, the headlamps on a moped, a dropped flashlight, beacons in the murky dark, beams of light cut into the particles in the air. A little ways off you see a bright flash, lighting up the facade of a half-collapsed apartment building. Lead’s strobe.

You pass civilians dusted in powder, stumbling around the debris, unfocused eyes that stare right past you. Shell-shock. Some of them are digging through the rubble. You wonder why, till you se
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No. 990023 ID: 094652

"You know what your problem is, Lead? You think these people don't matter. You loved us more than you will ever regret the lives we've raped and ruined just to prop ourselves up as heroes, and I hate you for it."
Pull this idiot out of the wreckage and apply Triage; don't let him die unless you find someone else worth saving.
No. 991221 ID: 4c8c39

You squeeze the pistol tight, feel the checkered grip bite into your skinned palm. You want to pull the trigger, you tell yourself you’re ready to. Looking into Lead’s eyes, the only feeling you’ve got left is hate.

You click the safety on and let your arm fall. Not enough hate to watch him die. Cursing violently you holster the gun and cross the room, begin ripping Lead’s layers off to access the wound.

His eyes are getting hazy, but he looks up at you with bemusement as you tear his shirt open and check the damage, “why?”

“You know what your problem is, Lead?” you scowl as you tear open a bag of styptic and pack it into the wound, spurting blood turning to black jelly, “‘they’re not people. They’re just pieces on the board. They’re just part of the mission.’ You try to tell yourself you believe that. AND IT GETS THEM FUCKING KILLED!” You scream in his face.

He cringes away, half from your rage and half from the pain. You get the entry wounds stabilized and pull him away from the wall, flipping him over and finding no exit wounds. You wrap him in bandages as tight as you can. He’s passed out when you’re finished, barely breathing, but he’s still in there. He might make it.

You hear gunfire in the distance. The clatter of AK’s, and the familiar, sharp bark of M4’s. Occasionally the bang of a grenade. No mortars or artillery. Makes sense; too many civilians.

You make your way to the roof and wait. Sitting with your legs dangling over the side of the building, feet kicking absently. AC-130’s thunder over head, and you occasionally catch a glimpse of a Ranger’s chute reflecting street light as they come down. The gunfire is getting louder, it’s coming from all sides now. Sometimes you’ll see the front of a building light up with the flash of an MG. You can hear Russians screaming, and occasionally a short command in English. Must be the Marines,
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No. 991446 ID: 4c9f17

“And then I fell asleep.”

“In a helicopter, with the doors open?”

“Well I clipped the straps on but yeah. Slept for eighteen hours straight, woke up in an Army staging base in the UAE,” you’re sprawled out over the back of your chair, neck craned backwards in a way that would make any Chiropractor cringe. The ceiling isn’t very interesting, but memories dance just beyond it, and you find it very hard to break your stare. “And that’s it.”

“That’s it,” Dunmire echoes you softly from across the table, staring down at his tablet with bloodshot eyes. He took off his suit-coat a long time since, his papers and dossiers strewn out around him like the blast of a grenade. It occurs to you how much time has past; it’s pitch dark outside the ship’s windows. He must be tired, but you’re not. Not in any way that rest can fix. “And what about your teammates: Lead, and Niceguy? Do you know how they ended up?”

“Turns out Nice survived that bomb, lost a leg. Lucky motherfucker. Silver Star, Purple Heart, Honorable Discharge. All the noise. Went back home. Living with his kids in Pennsylvania. Lead survived too, and went on living, for a while. He commit suicide. Kinda funny way he did it too: one round through his chest, one through his head. From a .338 Lapua Magnum sniper rifle,” you lift your head up to give Dunmire a meaningful look.

He nods solemnly, and sighs. “I’ll be honest with you, Karma. A lot of your story doesn’t add up. It doesn’t match reports, it conflicts with itself, and it’s missing several very important pieces of information,” he looks you straight in the eye, face slack and weary, “you’re lying to me. And I don’t know why. There’s a lot of reasons you might, they only get worse. So just tell me:” he leans forward over the table, “do I want to know why?”

Whatever humor you had all drains from your face, you feel your m
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No. 991449 ID: 094652

... Enough theater. Crush his ego with the truth.
[Use Active Power]

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975978 No. 975978 ID: ce5cbd hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

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"Why? Who set you up for this? Surrender and talk and you just might survive."

No. 991372 ID: b1b4f3

It's got a COSMIC ULTRA NUKE inside it. I'm guessing you don't know about that. If it blows, half the solar system goes along with it.
Why do you want to blow it up?
No. 991384 ID: afe7de

So you're saying you want the solar system to blow up? AND you're going around stopping anyone who would make it so the solar system didn't blow up? That's cold dude.
No. 991419 ID: ce39da

"I just said; boss said to. And I'd have thunk 'stop half the solar system from exploding so that we don't all die' would have been pretty self-evident."
No. 991420 ID: 8a51ec

"Are you aware there's a COSMIC ULTRA NUKE on that station? Because that'd be pretty embarrassing if you were just trying to blow up the station and accidentally erased half the solar system."

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978269 No. 978269 ID: b5fb67 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

It was a dark and stormy night.

Upon a hill sits a decaying old mansion. The flash of lightning from the rolling storm clouds briefly illuminates the dead trees and peeling paint. The manor sits quiet, content to slowly rot and crumble under the elements, undisturbed...

...until the high-beams from a 1999 Toyota Camry cut through the darkness. The car zig-zags up the hill, tires rolling over the crumbling driveway until it comes to a stop at the front of the mansion. The headlights and brake lights blink off as the engine silences, three girls emerging from the vehicle. The one in plaid and shorts approaches the door in the cool evening, producing a house key from her pocket as she slides it into the lock and opens the large front door. The girls step inside...
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No. 990952 ID: f59a07

Get phone, record evidence, this is groundbreaking stuffs
No. 990969 ID: 894419

We need ALL THE EVIDENCE. Record our increasingly naked friend in order to show this evidence to vast numbers of people later. I'm sure she doesn't mind.
No. 991041 ID: c58093

Carmine: grab phone and take picture of Ghost (and Melody by accident). Send pix for proof of ghosts.
No. 991051 ID: 1d109c

yes photo record this!

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989640 No. 989640 ID: 66faa3 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]

At first, you hear a low humming. Then, slowly, the sound swells and sharpens.

Out of the darkness, you see the string of a recurve bow, vibrating back and forth so quickly that it looks like a smear of violet.

And out of that smear, there's a thin thread of colour leading all the way to your chest. You feel no pain, only an odd sense that you’re being reeled in like a fish.

You look up again. You see the man holding the bow, a very good-looking man with long, dark hair to the waist, in a white robe.

He's standing far, far away, yet you can make out characters inscribed down his jade thumb ring.

His countenance is terrible. You can't bear looking at him. Every part of you rejects it.

The sound of the bow string, however, is warm and comforting. Come home. You have strayed from my side for too long. Things have gone awry. Come back to me now.

Somehow you know this arrow wasn't meant for you. You're just an eavesdropper.
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No. 989881 ID: 86794b

I dunno, CAN you give him access to the server? Are you allowed, or is somebody (e.g. Jon) in charge of that?

If you don't want him inside, you could meet him out front.
No. 989882 ID: b1b4f3

I can't tell how many of these requests are reasonable. I feel like you shouldn't let him know where you live though.
Go and meet him at the office.

...hmm, he's going home, things have gone awry? Ask him if he dreamed of a man with a jade ring.
No. 989941 ID: 62e4a5

> Ask him if he dreamed of a man with a jade ring.
‣ Did you dream of a man with a jade ring?

He replies quickly this time.
‣ No? ‣ Is this some kind of reference?

‣ No, it's not a reference. ‣ A long-haired archer, wearing a white robe and a ring on his thumb. ‣ Did you have a dream like that?

‣ Like Legolas? ‣ I have no idea what you're talking about, man

Technically Jon is in charge of that, but you can give him access if you want.

His requests sound mostly reasonable to you, but you're not sure. Here's what you know:
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No. 989947 ID: b1b4f3

Ehhh... tell him Jon's in charge of server access. Let's not break any rules just yet.
Go look at your message history to refresh your memory about the notes.
No. 989971 ID: afe7de

Tell him Jon’s in charge of server access, you don’t wanna be the one that has to deal with the fallout of that if something sketchy is going on. But in regards to your notes, sure, why not. I mean they’re just notes you made to make work easier, not the actual innerworkings of the project, so they’d only work with someone who knows whats going on.

And you’re still feeling weird from the dream, so have him come to you while you decide what you’re going to do for the day in preparation for the worst (that may or may not come)

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No. 989664 ID: bd1ba8

What about your FINANCES do you remember how much you have left from the first cash delivery? If so you should use that and head to the Thompson’s.
No. 989665 ID: ce39da

Nothing, for now. If you don't value the farm in the same way your father does, then you can place it lower down on your list of priorities. Worry about this when you have nothing else left to worry about, and no sooner.

You do, however, care about whether your father's journey is safe. Go now, and order that axle to send to him.
No. 989666 ID: 0d6409

First of all, pet that damn dog.
Second, maybe we should go visit Terry Williams about the fence after checking our finances.
Maybe we could visit the Bakers family on the way?
No. 989671 ID: 3637bf

Its your farm, don't make any purchases you don't want to make. Your father needs to learn to stop making presumptions about your property. That said lets not hang him out to dry on that axle, you should go get that looked at immediately.
No. 989674 ID: b1b4f3

Is it just rusty? Check to see if any of the fittings are damaged. It might not need much attention, really, it's not like plows have many moving parts.

Hold on, how's he gonna expand the fence without buying more land? Is he buying more land? Will the new land be in his name?

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987453 No. 987453 ID: e7c7d3 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]

Faster than light travel is unachievable. Any understanding of physics makes this clear, much to the frustration of many a solar nation. Even methods that seem to cheat around this, such as wormholes, still have their prices to pay to the forces of relativity.

Even so, there remains the optimistic and the obstinate. Those that gaze upon the stars and dream against reality. People who study, work, and sacrifice to escape beyond the impossible void that entraps their solar lands. The reality is that what they want is impossible, and yet they still reach out.

And soon they may find that they’ve grasped something.
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No. 987844 ID: 956823

A nanosworm that walks? okay I dig it.
No. 987893 ID: afe7de


Okay actually I take back my suggestion and instead upvote this one
No. 988526 ID: 50697f

Name: Gazelui
Sex: Non-binary
Wizard type: Mitochondriac

I think we should be a tad unhinged and ready to attack any problem head on, with fire.
No. 988527 ID: e13b1d

No. 989444 ID: 73300b

I like this idea, if we're actively trying to keep that a secret. A billion nanites in a metaphorical trenchcoat.

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977676 No. 977676 ID: 67181a hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

Shooter has been camped out on the old trail for three days now, waiting for a hearse.

She kicks at the fresh snow and spits. Shes been with the redcap gang for damn close to a year already, but never got to tag along on any jobs - just taking care of thibgs in the camp, occasionally being a fresh babyface in meetings where they needed it. But never anything exciting. And now the first time she's out to do any proper outlawing, shes been camped under a tree waiting to steal a damn corpse.

She was already feeling grumpy after getting snowed on all night tryong to sleep,and by the time she woke up she was convinved this whole 'job' was just some kind of prank. She's still not convinced it isnt; but looking off to the south during her breakfast she saw the smoke signqling that the hearse'd be on its way.

It isnt long before she can hear the crack of the reins and rumble of a cart coming down the old road. She runs her fingers along the stock of her sawed down winchester, trying to decide how shes gonna stop the thing. There shouldnt be more than a driver and maybe one other person on board, and she'll have the advantage of surprise.

She's got seven rounds in her gun, and she can hole a silver dollar at 40 paces. However, she has never shot at a person, and isnt sure that she could.

Should she:

A - open fire on the hearse from hiding
B - step out into the road and flg down the hearse
C - step out into tge road and threaten the driver
D - let the hearse pass and try to climb onto it unnoticed
E - other (describe)
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No. 988970 ID: a59774

Those nightmares you had, what were they about?
No. 989002 ID: fd5772

D. Huddle by the fire for a second and think about whether you might be a bit upset over the hearse hijacking. Maybe you feel a bit guilty over stealing a coffin?
No. 989027 ID: a59168

If people shouting outside is a normal thing, then go freshen up first.
If it's not a normal thing, then check outside first.
No. 989044 ID: ce39da

A. That dream felt like a bad omen. Don't take any commotion for granted.
No. 989128 ID: 777990

It's natural to be afraid. There might be a reckoning for that man you killed stealing this body. Maybe there would be even without someone getting shot.

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No. 989066 ID: 3fd119



🗺️🐛⬅️🦪❓ 🏴‍☠️❓
No. 989067 ID: fa2754

Dance for your life
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No. 989071 ID: b1b4f3

Sounds like rent is due (in oysters) and you don't have any on hand. Or there's some other reason to give oysters. Tell them you'll go get some.
No. 989072 ID: 0fae41


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984206 No. 984206 ID: f57349 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Adapting a classic dungeon to Exalted second edition.
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No. 987278 ID: afdebc

rolled 10, 4, 9, 6, 5, 5, 1, 10, 10, 6, 4, 3, 5, 1, 4, 10, 9, 9, 8, 3 = 122

Faced with a problem he cannot fix, Humphrey will follow the time-honored tradition of cats everywhere: meowing loudly at the humans, letting them know they need to address this.

Mechanically, I think that works out to an audible (but non-verbal) social attack against Kisk, trying to convey that the lizardfolk will need further medical attention.
No. 987282 ID: aa00cd

rolled 6, 2, 4 = 12

>Anything else do you want to know?

Occurs to me that knowing why we have our eye on this particular ruin would be good. Pricesless artifacts and/or treasure seems like the obvious assumption for a band of pirates and co. Can you give us any specific rumors or knowledge we have about these hallowed grounds?
No. 987381 ID: 97a765

rolled 16, 13, 20, 5, 17, 16, 4, 11, 9, 9, 17, 20, 10, 7, 11, 4, 2, 10, 11, 20 = 232

>Debris on the floor back there glitters in the torchlight.
Looks like treasure to me! Kisk is so ready to go rushing in that he almost trips over Humphrey.

Spears raised and bucklers swashing in a false start, Kisk's crew will simmer down again when they see their captain bend over and scoop the kitty up in his rugged-scaled arms. "What is it, cat? What do you want Kisk to do? Myah! Wah! The loot will have to wait, fellas. Let's get back up the stairs. Truz, make a stretcher for the wounded one!" Kisk will order someone to close the west door before the crew departs, as his hands are occupied.
No. 987521 ID: f57349

By the time your squad's turned around and ready to depart, you've only got two lizardfolk prisoners: the medic, and the one whose wound just got contaminated by freshly-fallen bat poop. The other pair seem to have vanished, along with most of that already-extracted centipede meat.

Four large hyena-headed humanoids armed with poleaxes, backed up by two lizardfolk with atlatls, are blocking the archway between areas 1 and 2.
No. 987546 ID: 97a765

rolled 6, 2, 8, 4, 7, 9, 7, 5, 8, 2, 1, 10, 2, 3, 6, 10, 4, 10, 4, 5 = 113

Now here's a language Kisk can understand. Join war! Kill the first few, take the ones who rout alive.

We'll keep a tight formation down the cleared path with Truz and as many spearmen as can fit abreast taking point, a couple men spared to physically restrain the two prisoners who didn't vanish.

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982838 No. 982838 ID: 0fbdcd hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

A little more than thirty years ago, London was stolen by bats.
The city, once capital of the British Empire, became the Fifth City to come under the ownership of the Bazaar and its Masters, now planted on the south bank of the Stolen River, formerly the Thames. London was transported, deposited atop the resting place of the Fourth- on the western shore of the Neath, a great underground cave beneath the world, filled entirely with the Zee; a great, dark, sunless sea.

It was quite a lot of fuss at the time, given the peculiarities of life in the Neath. But that was a generation ago.

The year is 1894, and you are a citizen of London. However, a tragedy has befallen you: you have been afflicted with an illness, the kind that kills you well enough you cannot come back, the kind beyond the science of modern medicine to cure. There is only one solution:
You must become wealthy enough to purchase immortality from the Bazaar.
This is typically the project of a lifetime, or a favor offered only to those already tremendously rich before the Fall. You do not have that long to waste. There is, they say, only one surefire way to become tremendously rich all at once, if you live to tell the tale; become a Zeecaptain, sail the Zee, find your fortune.

You have sold every last thing you own in order to purchase a ship and her crew. This is your shot. Your final and only shot.
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No. 986268 ID: 5a58c5

If it doesn't die instantly, it will throw it's head up, and then thrash back and forth in an attempt to dislodge you. If it fails in it's thrashing it will roll over and crush you. If it succeeds it will attempt to bite at you.

Upon landing, center yourself over the spear, lower your center of gravity, and hold fast. You decide when you dismount, not it. Any thrashing it does whilst you hold firm will worsen it's internal injuries.
Upon dismount pull the spear out with the whole of your body, and land by its neck, just behind the skull, it won't be able to bite you there. Stab quickly up into the back of the skull to fell the beast, before it starts getting creative.
No. 986272 ID: 3a2400

Presuming the creature will fall back on instinct under duress, it is likely to dive down in response to attack where it usually has the advantage of panicking attackers that can drown. From there,it will probably try to bite and death roll its way to victory.
No. 986273 ID: 031458

'Spose it depends on how deep that canal is.
If it's walking in it that's one thing, if it's swimming, however...
No. 986277 ID: cc0880

We know the muck its in is knee deep to us.
Presuming it doesnt have some ability to make that darkness a deeper one, knee deep the muck shall stay.

I concur.
No. 986695 ID: 5a788d

It's a crocodile, so it's going to roll.

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986442 No. 986442 ID: ce39da hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]

Your name is Casper LaFoe. Ostensibly, you're here to take an admittance test for the Explorer's Society of Loscadia. The terms of completion are to reach the Lost Shrine of Karsos, hidden somewhere in the Naxenian Valley. Well- okay, maybe not so lost anymore; the society knows precisely where it is, and it's been cleaned out of its more apparent treasures. Hopefuls are supposed to collect one of several society-placed tokens and take a picture of themselves in the main amphitheater.

"Glorious view, isn't it? I've been up here so many times, but this'll be my first actually heading down! Aren't you excited too?"

The enthusiastic bird behind you is Poppy Skypia - a local nature enthusiast (and fellow test-taker) with whom you've ended up partnered. She's been a chatterbox the whole way here, but her infectious chipperness makes it hard to stay mad. It almost makes you feel bad for lying...

... Alright, you're willing to admit to yourself that you're not doing this for the 'right' reasons per se. You're mafioso, here on a secret assignment from your capo, and this test happens to have the same destination. Plus, at the cost of a small registration fee, you've been given all the Supplies you'll likely need, which is nice. Poppy's carrying for both of you; it's fascinating how much upper-body strength birds have, considering their reputation for having glass jaws.

However, this assignment wasn't originally yours to carry out. Getting it into your mitts was a hell of a thing.
> Pick One:

You stole a glance (or perhaps something more) and took some initiative. Hell, it was initially a different capo's lead on the old don's legacy. Your own boss was equally pissed at how his colleague tried to hide this and smug about how his best spy uncover
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No. 986457 ID: 894419

You got this job in a fight, nobody was gonna snake an opportunity like this out your hands.
No. 986458 ID: 8a51ec

You had to talk your way into getting it.
Your voice is absolutely sublime for people to hear, or at least that's what you've been told. Some say it's the great confidence in the way you speak, others say your voice has a soothing tone they could listen to for hours on end, a few have even outright admitted they find your voice arousing to hear. What exactly is it? Why does your voice have such a powerful effect on anyone who listen to you? What is it about your speech that could sway the heart of a cold-blooded murderer?

You have a really cute Irish accent.
No. 986459 ID: 2aa5f0

>You won the position in a fight, 'fair and square.'
And the thing you're known best for is your endurance. No mater how hard the beating, how devastating the blow, you ALWAYS get back up.
No. 986470 ID: 9a2966

A Scout with an Eye For Detail sounds good.
No. 986476 ID: 9c48ac

RE:IS quest? Ooh, neat!

You stole the dossier with this operation's info from your boss's most irritating rival capo. Some may call you a Scout, but you like to think of yourself more as a Beguiler, an expert in "social engineering" as some call it. Just act like you belong and you know what you're doing, and even the most paranoid organizations will let you in half the time. Another reason you got the assignment; you think the Explorer's Society just lets anyone with a little money run an expedition? No way, but make yourself out to be a promising young upstart and they'll practically fall over each other to bring you in.

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979581 No. 979581 ID: 15a025 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]

Another experimental quest, this time based on Among Us. Going to be honest, no idea if I'm going to run this to completion or not. Depends on how well I think I'm doing and enjoying it.

Before we start here's some rules:
Since everyone will be the MC, they'll be a "captain". The crew will try to convince us who the imposter is . You, the captain get the final say on who we eject off the ship. Voting off the imposter will end the quest. If only you and the imposter remain, the quest will end with the captain being killed.

To hopefully keep things short, we'll be playing with five crewmembers and one imposter. Might run another round if things go well.
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No. 982906 ID: f2320a

never split up ever do any reason always keep in sight
No. 986462 ID: 15a025
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>Everyone can head back to storage together, that way if you encounter the imposter you're safe in a group, and if the imposter happens t be one of you guys, they can't make a move because they're outnumbered.
>NEVER split the party. Everyone goes together unless it's absolutely unavoidable.
>Do NOT even break line of sight.
>Don't split up.
>never split up ever do any reason always keep in sight
Raza: "Aright, we head back to storage together!"

We travel in a line. Orange watches the back while I watch the front.
Suddenly the doors in storage slam shut!

Raza: "Orange! Status report!"

Orange: "The doors are locked sir!"

Oh great what next?

Pink: "I got the wire spool!"
No. 986463 ID: 0d6409

If you can still hear them though the door, wait there with pink and tell Orange your safe and waiting. Tell them to keep an eye open while you wait for the ... power or whatever to reopen the doors. Wait there with pink.
No. 986464 ID: b1b4f3

Ask Pink to come over here and help get this door open.
No. 986475 ID: 094652

Keep talking while you do any tasks alone in storage. Meanwhile, Orange is on guard while Pink opens the door alone. The job isn't finished until that door is jammed open.

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No. 986354 ID: 5b0071

Strike up a convo with Lizzy.
A nice, easy conversation starter: asking how your dad roped her into this.
And if she's secretly some sorta badass bodyguard.
No. 986355 ID: 864e49

If Candice wore Lizzy's top she'd look like she was from a porno.

Anyway we know Liz is a size queen so lets talk with Candice.
No. 986361 ID: dcf013

>There's not really any onboard facilities to make much
Any sort of artmaking, like painting or sculpting, wouldn't require any facilities, maybe even woodcutting... say, can those birds be caught?

>train a skill
Train your dancing skills. Those always come in handy.
No. 986430 ID: ce39da

Talk to the one who has nothing else they should be focusing on; Lizzy.

We know we got Candice and Garrett through her and that she's here on behalf of dear old dad, but we don't know the specifics. Ask how she came to know our father, as well as how she met our current crew — two birds with one conversation.
No. 986440 ID: bb78f2

If Lizzy is loitering, maybe ask what should we be doing during downtime, typically, from her experience on board ships, or from any tales her father has told her, if he had the same vocation. Candice can join in.

Garrett looks like he's probably doing too much of an important job to leave, unfortunately. We should probably take turns doing that if that isn't already the plan. Everyone needs a chance to loiter do whatever your supposed to do when loitering on a long boring voyage.

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It had finally come. The dread zombie apocalypse and you weren't ready for it.

You watched as your community burned, and people eaten on the streets. You watched as their corpses began moving again.

You were spared that fate for a time, but your luck had run its course. They came, a few zombies at first but as they banged at your door the sound only drew more of them until a horde was outside your second story apartment.

You tried to fight for what was left of your miserable life, but you knew it was all for not and as they closed upon you all you could feel was regret.

But it was not the end. Your unfulfilled desires persisted even as your brains were being eaten and when you were revived as a zombie so did your mind well as least of some of it.

Memories of your life are gone, much like much of your flesh. You little control over your newly revived and all your senses are blurred and jumbled.

The only thing that is clear is a message embedded within your being.

"Eat and Evolve"
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No. 985417 ID: d63ea8

Actually yeah, this is a cool idea. I'll change my vote to this.
No. 986317 ID: 512f0d

>>Sorry for the delay. Had to get some things figured out with college.
No. 986322 ID: 512f0d

You weren't decomposing because of the sunlight or heat. You were decomposing because the zombies wrecked your body nearly past the state of no return.
No. 986325 ID: d63ea8

Hence why I changed my vote :)
No. 986328 ID: 6e4236

Level up and add some points to stregth, then explore a nearby building.

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