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1079954 No. 1079954 ID: e139aa hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

Flockload of Problems II

Part I: >>/questarch/1066631
Discussion: >>/questdis/139947

NSFW because nudity and probably other things, 18+, etc. etc.

Continued apologies to Lagotrope, Slinko, Typo and Roaway.
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No. 1087893 ID: 0a0dce

If you do reset Conduit, sign back at Li.ni.si to have the incapacitator ready for the seapi.
No. 1088032 ID: 6b6d79

Ask the seapi if it wants you to harm the sky demon.

Frankly, it's had it's say. Call it old, and that you would rather trust someone experienced with working through that kind of dishonor, because that is all you are going to find as you investigate.

It's time for it to be repackaged into form unable to interfere.
No. 1088074 ID: 273c18

Hmm I wonder how Conduit would react to the information that Vi.al is going to be here soon?
No. 1088081 ID: 4e090a

>It's time for it to be repackaged into form unable to interfere.
This isn't a bad idea. Can you store them as a cube without access permissions or something without destroying their consciousness? That way they can't cause any harm, but any information they have stays intact.
No. 1088083 ID: b3eab7

Still cruel (possibly even worse).
Order them to enter powersave mode instead.

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1075139 No. 1075139 ID: dc13c4 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

A short quest about dealing with the troubles of your daily work hours.
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No. 1086757 ID: 37587f

I gotta be honest, I got no clue of what the hell happened over there. Did we unlock the true ending or are we supposed to go through endings A to E while carrying the key item that unlocks the TRUE SUPREME OMEGA ENDING? Or does this even has a real ending at all?
Well, I'd like to watch this movie again with a different outcome. Like "Clue the movie."
Anyway. Absolute peak cinema. Keep cooking, I love your job.
No. 1086783 ID: eb0a9c

I think we're done with the quest. Good work.
No. 1086876 ID: c75e0b

I would like to know what this story was about. Where were we? What were making an impact on? And what impact was it?
No. 1086886 ID: 2f41db

If we do have a behind the scenes or explaned section, maybe in a discussion thread?
To keep this as is for those who will read after.

If there is more, im here for it.
If its done, then thanks for the weird journey.
No. 1087668 ID: fbe348
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This movie has only one ending and it was one that you made happen. As for the answers they can be received but only if you want for this story to continue or leave it at this position as a satisfying ending.

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1055064 No. 1055064 ID: 1015ea hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

Chapter 1:>>/questarch/985116
Chapter 2:>>/questarch/1007458
Chapter 3:>>/questarch/1034710

Discord: https://discord.com/invite/x9QHPvzhdD


There's nobody left to help.
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No. 1086430 ID: 273c18

3, if we really can't just inject it while yelling YOLO.
I hope this will confirm my suspicion that Nanoweaver is the one you can't trust.
No. 1086556 ID: 15a025

No. 1086590 ID: b3eab7

3. Let's ask Nanoweaver.
No. 1087474 ID: 26801d

Option 3
No. 1087493 ID: 26801d

Also, as much as you probably don't want to hear this... is it possible that Jin-r brutalized you because she also this... "pacification trigger" that went haywire? Is it possible you may have beat her up after the fight because you have one that also went haywire?

I also wonder when it'd be a good time to ask why Jin wears those shades all the time. Like... who wears sunglasses indoors? Unless their vision is augmented, or it's an unusual fashion statement, what if something has happened to her eyes?

There's also another thing bugging me. If these shards belonged to the head of this entire facility, why were they just... left behind, buried under a desk? That's kinda weird. Hell, why did the scientists leave anyway

Something strange is happening. Like, should we be asking why all the scientists have left when their projects aren't done yet? Was it really just that they didn't need to be there anymore because the war ended? That doesn't really track with what we've seen of some of them struggling emotionally with the very concept of the program and then forming emotional attachments with the clones.

And about that war... I feel like we should be significantly alarmed that the world is ending soon. Why aren't you more alarmed by this?! What happened to the nations, the armies, the leaders, the scientists, that princess we saw and everything that everyone was fighting for?! That shit doesn't just go away. Did everyone get nuked? Did the earth itself turn over and swallow everything whole? What's happened to this world, and what's the deal with the Weave?

What the fuck is happening?!

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993309 No. 993309 ID: ead888 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

WARNING: Proximity to unknown PLANET is approaching negative values! WHEEE!

Initialise and eject REPTEKA cargo before their DAY becomes a BAD DAY.
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No. 1086525 ID: 58e2d5

>we probably need a real big yolky to help move them, or multiple big yolkies!
Even though we were told it would probably take a week to roll Rad Yolky back home, having other Yolkies assist us could definitely speed things up!

The only problem is that it takes one full day for the eggs to hatch after Blu lays them. Would we be able to protect everyone for that long?
No. 1086557 ID: 031458

Hmm... We could try reconfiguring into a composite of sorts...

Attach Spotter Head to Long Body neck.
Attach Pod Body neck to Long Body rear.
Attach Basic Body neck to Pod Body rear.
Attach Bubble Tail to Basic Body rear.
Attach Stinger Arms to Basic Body rear.
Attach All Leg components to Pod Body.
Attach Chem Lazer to Long Body.
Attach Handy Arms to Long Body.
Attach Crackling Wand to top of Spotter Head.
Attach Snipper Head to Handy Arm wrist.
Attach Bucket Head to Handy Arm wrist.
Attach Jelly Tail to Pod Body spine.

With a singular massive body, roll Rad Yolkie home. Have him eat a little toxic waste first though, not alot.

It maybe be a good idea to hug blue first and have them lay the really big egg just so y'all have more mobility. Bury it so it has a chance to survive. So you might be able to come back for it.
No. 1087127 ID: a7a180

Use the chem laser on Rad Yolky to convert some mass back into toxic waste?
Definitely lay all the yolkys and use them to roll Rad Yolky home.
Rocks, if you have to stop before you're back at the ruins you can dig a temporary hole to shelter Rad Yolky in.
No. 1087135 ID: dba62b

Lure the HUG RADMOEBAS to RAD YOLKY with toxic waste or a similar food item. Have them congregate around and under RAD YOLKY, and use vines to bind them all together in a kind of harness rig. The bound HUG RADMOEBAS will form a kind of self-mobile bed/sled that can be directed around by taking advantage of their rudimentary instincts. Assisting RAD YOLKY'S mobility, RAD YOLKY will ride/ambulate upon this sled of HUG RADMOEBAS back to home.
No. 1087331 ID: 8f9bc4

Hold hands. You are now a REPTEKA three times bigger than any one of you. Move RAD YOLKY with ease, REPTEKAZORD!

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1083842 No. 1083842 ID: eb314c hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]

Eat magic. How hard could it be?
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No. 1084831 ID: 443b73

What do you have to trade? If you don't have money but have some loot go to a general merchant with similar items to barter. If you have some coins buy food and try to start a friendly talk with the merchant about the city and the market.
The goal here is general information and to learn how well you can interact. You should only buy magical items after getting a grasp on the relative value of money around here and if you have enough to spend.
No. 1084832 ID: 273c18

The adventurer-targeting stalls might be willing to barter with the non-coin items you've got, and you can at least ask them where you can sell your stuff.
No. 1084846 ID: dd3fe0

New long term goal: Found a mage school, with the express goal of inventing and refining wholly new types of magic and recreating lost fields of magic from first principles.

After all, renewable resources and sustainable agricultural practices are all the big thing these days, aren't they?

Another quick question, does your species get along well with other types of dragons? Are various types of dragons interfertile and socially compatible in general? What cognitive and cultural barriers are there to dragons cooperating and coordinating long term?

Another another quick question, are there any weird sorts of supernatural empowerment or willworking paradigms which exist but are not typically considered 'magic', either semantically or by your own nature? Stuff like psionics, ki, spirit or soul manipulation that's wholly distinct from what necromancers or conjurers get up to, that sort of thing?
No. 1086834 ID: d150ea

What magic can you perform? Simple illusions and light tricks are good for impressing the public if theyre not used to magic, but itd also be good to know if you can unleash fireballs or the like.
No. 1086842 ID: dba62b

Consideration of larger, longer-term goals should be put on the backburner for now, broad strokes aside. At present the priority needs to be on acquiring contacts and a revenue stream. Affiliating with common adventurers is a plebeian debasement, but potentially lucrative and suitable for one who otherwise lacks an established background in the local burghs. Institutions of magi are of interest, yet they are also places most liable to host wizards powerful enough to see through this masque and threaten a being of our grandeur; it would be dangerous to set out for them directly, at least for now. Proclaim ourself an adventurer hailing from distant lands and inquire about; state that we search for comrades-in-arms in whichever place as they are like to congregate, with a speciality and eye towards subjugating malevolent sorcerers and their ilk.

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1014571 No. 1014571 ID: e51896 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

This quest where you gotta help a Pizza deliver guy deliver a pizza in 30 updates, or less… Or sabotage his efforts!


Message from PEA: This quest is mainly created to help kick me outta my long hiatus and gain the motivation to get back into making my main quest Enclosed Curtains again. With that in mind, this quest will very stupid, so plz don’t take this quest seriously. Just enjoy the journey and don’t worry about the destination. The art style might change as I want to also use the quest to practice my art skills and experiment with new art styles and find out what I’m most comfortable with. I will try to update once every few days but once a week the latest will try to be the requirement. I have a rough work schedule, so plz bear with me.

The quest will be cut into 3 sections, a prologue, the 30 update countdown, and then an epilogue. Right now, we’ll be going through the prologue before we start the countdown. Sometime before we begin the countdown, I will explain the rules. But as of now, the prologue will just introduce characters and this world, and getting yourselves prepared for the pizza guy’s next delivery.

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No. 1086161 ID: 30f3c0

Give her the coordinates and your reservations about it.
No. 1086214 ID: 2b155e


I agree with this suggestion.
No. 1086225 ID: 5ebd37

Jerry just had a reconciliation with someone he wronged in the past, I think he should give Cannie the chance to do the same.

should buy the ID phone and the kodama doll
No. 1086240 ID: 0ce5cf

Let's start with Cannie, as that's a pretty big can of worms. Short answer: Jerry should give Cannie the coordinates.

Cannie isn't a great person, and I don't think she's really changed all that much. She's always been a bitch, and she still is here. Importantly however, she does want to do the right thing. Cannie makes a lot of bad choices, but she isn't straight up evil or anything. She just has a lousy temper and a power that seems tied to her anger. She doesn't deserve to be banished from her home forever because of that. If her family doesn't want to be with her, that's one thing, but that wasn't the story we were told. Her family didn't cast her away, they just wanted to stay for personal reasons. Even if they did fight, we don't know that they don't want her back.

Cannie may be a biased storyteller, but hers is the only account we have to consider at the moment. She admitted to enough of her own faults that I think we can accept it as true for the time being, if perhaps leaving out details others would find critical. With all of that in mind: Cannie deserves a chance to go home and protect her family. She left before, abandoning them to fight without her. Now she wants to make things right, and I think she deserves that chance.

Mary will be against it, he's made his thoughts on her clear. Make sure you talk to him about it before you give Cannie your answer.

Instead of having Jerry tell Cannie anything, I think it'd be better to let Mary talk to her before she goes. He's been on the other side of a familial relationship with someone like her, so I'm sure he has plenty of things he'd like to say to her. Not that he hasn't said a bit already, but I think it'd be right to let him have the last word on this.

With that settled: Jerry actions!

- Have a drink with Cannie:
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No. 1086790 ID: 75b262

For Cannie, this is a tough decision, but I vote to give her the coordinates. She’s not the greatest person, but she’s carrying a boatload of regrets and her ship’s full of holes. She’s gonna sink into despair at this rate, and she has no coping mechanisms to bail herself out of this. So before I drown in boat metaphors, let’s cast off any doubt: let’s give her the coordinates.

She’s not happy now, she’s got no happy future here, and the only resolution she sees is in going back. There’s death and destruction back home, but it’s still home. Godspeed, Cannie. Jerry should wish her not a good time, but a goodbye, and have a final drink with her to speed her along.

Now that that’s outta the way…


Hell yeah, donuts. Thank you, brave 17 countries, for your sacrifice. We’ll think of you every time we taste this delicious donut.


1. Drink with Cannie

2. Read the Newspaper to see if there are any fockses rooting around in the trash or blonde streakers in alleys
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1086567 No. 1086567 ID: 4819de hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]







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No. 1086569 ID: 15a025

Awesome hat!
Awesome blue skin!
No. 1086571 ID: 5ebd37

Awesome sunglasses, so we can be quickly identified in a crowd shot.

Awesome purple, the special color
No. 1086572 ID: a51c51


AWESOME MAGENTA (the colour that doesn't actually exist)
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No. 1086598 ID: eef602

kick landlord

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1073474 No. 1073474 ID: 681cb5 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

In autumn the leaves dances over the lake. Their green, red and golden hues reflecting onto the water’s surface, as the wind carries them across. Across to other places. Other worlds. At times, you wish you were nothing but a leaf, dancing in the wind… and leaving all this behind.
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No. 1085363 ID: 8f9bc4

You can't say you know any others of your kind living around here. Those not of your kind sure don't like you that way. Or at all.
No. 1085365 ID: 124485

>“Surely you have a special lady? Or at least, a gal you fancy?”
You don't have anybody. Everyone here thinks you're ugly and they constantly remind you of that everyday. That's why you're forced to live in a tent by the lake outside of town, so that you're far away from everyone else.

Nobody here loves Big Fat Bill…
No. 1085366 ID: 273c18

>“Surely you have a special lady? Or at least, a gal you fancy?”
Nope. Also, tell him you like men.
No. 1085381 ID: deefbe

Not to give false hope, but he's laid with women that have called him Daddy, and the life of traveling problem-solver isn't so straightforward: he might be keeping secrets for the sake of the mood, or have an arrangement. Can you read the inscription? He needs to work on his signals as well: inviting you to his place, bathing you, "... before I bathe you next time."

Anyone that you fancied or fancied you has either left or shacked up with someone else. Number of folks that have been kind to you beyond your own parents has been shockingly small, and it doesn't last in this place... for good reason.

You into gals as well as guys? Definitely into guys, it seems, just don't relax too much as he gets lower. Could always speak in hypotheticals, ask what he'd do about someone sending confusing/mixed messages.
No. 1086554 ID: 15a025

Apologize for being a downer, but this is kind of the first time someone hasn't tried to shoo you away in awhile.

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1069408 No. 1069408 ID: 770f88 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

Dream Quest.
NSFW Dependent on the dream.

An Short Multi Story Quest based off actual dreams I've had.
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No. 1086447 ID: 90b760

Muina, noodles are cool
No. 1086448 ID: 42bb51

Muina why is her dill amber Amberdill
No. 1086464 ID: 5ebd37

Goldteeth because fire
No. 1086469 ID: 2f41db

Mainly because she wants to learn about them rather than immolate them.
They may deserve the burning but i wanna know if theres more to the story.
No. 1086472 ID: dd3fe0


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962709 No. 962709 ID: 60e191 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

"Oh, wow," I say. "Hey, William!"

"What?" William asks, idly waiting for the chef to finish preparing the next plate so he can take it out to the customers.

"Who is that?"

"Huh? Who?"

"Her!" I point. "There! The lady on the viewscreen."
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No. 1086193 ID: eb0a9c

Wait I have an idea
Ask for 100% oxygen, then get your restaurant-assigned matchbook and throw a lit match at whatever she pumps in
The idiot won't realize what she's doing until it's too late
No. 1086194 ID: 273c18

That sounds like a good way to self-immolate. Pure oxygen isn't explosive, it just makes fire go really fast.
No. 1086195 ID: 2f41db

Tell him you require sexual congress with a female of direct royal succession.
Kinda like a weasel with an extreme allergy to paupers.

Thats not gonna work. Dammit.

Okay, maybe clutch your neck and slump forward,.,like your windpipe is damaged.
Choking noises for effect.
Your voice already sounds off.

The guard is new and hopefully naive enough to buy it.
No. 1086245 ID: 64faaa

Yeah. Some kind or artificial voicebox.
Or maybe writing implements?
No. 1086418 ID: dd3fe0

How about a digital tablet? Tons of those have assistive communication and translator thingies on them.

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1081484 No. 1081484 ID: 32d7ee hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Cyberpunk Mercenary Quest

It’s the year 2069. You’re Anon, a newbie mercenary. You’re not exactly a stranger to violence, but this is the first time you’re doing it with the promise of a proper payout and a team. Don’t fuck it up.

First time running a quest. Sorry for no art.

Pick your Weapon

Ol’ Reliable
An old assault rifle from the before times you dug out of a dumpster at the tender age of 12. Never jams, never fails you. You reload like it’s breathing and can’t lose this gun even if you tried. Has slightly less killing power compared to a modern rifle.

An advanced laser rifle. Charge up a shot and release for the leading brand in long-distance killing power. Comes with Vanilla, Explosive, Ricochet, and Piercer Flavors. Unwieldy and heavy in close quarters. Chargetime is a bitch in pitched scenarios.

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No. 1085735 ID: 5ebd37

The thing definitely seems controlled, headshot the handler.

What's the city we're in like?
No. 1085876 ID: 32d7ee

Right, that thing’s definitely being controlled in some way by the handler, fuck that shit. You raise your gun and fire at the bastard right as he pulls out a remote. Thankfully, these mooks don’t seem to be nearly as enhanced as Red or Blue, either for stealth purposes or simply because they’re lower on the totem pole. Your shot finds it’s mark, and the man’s fingers keep moving toward the remote until they’re kindly informed the brain has a 1 inch wide hole in it. They flop down, dead.

“Anon, the weird guy’s still running!”

…But the thing doesn’t stop moving, though it seems to jerk erratically, and suddenly slows down. The Bald man that was rifling around in his pants has whipped out his revolver, while his buddies are either trying to move away from the thing or scrabbling for their own smuggled weapons.

You swear as you line up for a another shot at it’s legs, wheels, or whatever the hell it has under there, but the bald man manages to fire off a shot that… hits it dead center mass. Fuck. You’d be impressed if it wasn’t for the fact you’re almost certain it’s about to explode. Except it doesn’t, at least not into a ball of fire.

Instead, you see a metal spear rip itself out of the fabric, tearing off the cloak with it, the harpoon tearing into the leg of the man who shot at it, who screams, though you can’t hear it from here, and they fall to the ground as the bot begins retracting .

It is some odd looking smoothly build robot. A rectangular body with rounded edges, supported by a mass of writhing mechanical tentacles. You see four weapons jutting from it’s chassis, a speargun on it’s left front, Gatling gun erratically sparking, stuck in halfway between being stowed or deployed on it’s left side, and some sort of sparking rod pointing foward on the top of it’s “head.” It has no face, instead having a single purple “eye” on it’s “face.”
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No. 1085918 ID: 5ebd37

Try to disable one of the bot's weapons before the melee starts and you can't get a clear shot.
No. 1086163 ID: 32d7ee

The hostage situation is… annoying, but at minimum you doubt that the cyborg can escape at this point. What’s more concerning is the robot actively hunting down the group.You don’t want to waste the chance to take a shot before the fans start going apeshit and blocking all your shots.

However, it seems pretty heavily armored, so you opt to shoot one of it’s THREE currently deployed weapons. Anyone who says there are four weapons is quite obviously a sleep-deprived idiot. The gatling gun is almost certainly nonfuctional already, it’s shock prod too slim of a target, which leaves only the speargun.

…You just hope it doesn’t make it worse for the guy being impaled. Your shot charges just fast enough to hit the speargun as the robot begins trying to reel the man in and the crowd of baldmen and mutants begins surging towards the bot.

The Gun crackles as sputters as your ray of white light rips through it, making it refire it’s speargun instead of continuing to drag it’s prey, making the cable scrape through the hole already present in the man that was being reeled in, sending him into convulsions from the pain. The bot jerks likewise, (though you doubt it has a PAINSYS installed) your shot apparently severing some of it's motor systems for it's tentacles as well.

You attempt to aim again, but you’re not able to charge it up fully before the victim’s fellow gangsters and Anas fans swarm the bot, plinking it with low-grade firearms and the mutants trying to rip it to shreds while a few begin attacking the cable to free their ally. They’re just mostly knocking it around and not doing any real damage, though they’re surprisingly good at avoiding any friendly fire. You wince as one of the mutants get a little too close, and they jolt wildly as the electric prod rams them in the stomach. The cable is made of stern stuff, their smuggled firearms doing nothing to cut it, and mutant strength n
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No. 1086172 ID: 5ebd37

Not really anything you can do at this point. Keep scanning the crowd until the combat ends in case another enemy pops up. Thank Arial for spotting so well.

Is this enough to cancel the concert, or is it just a typical night in Neo-Mobius?

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1085319 No. 1085319 ID: 88065e hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]

I inquire the Agricultural capital governor who is in seemingly paranoia after hearing about the attacks in the main galaxy:
"So the capital has activated an energy source displacement field to supress its signals through spectrums and is currently playing dead apart from the few emergency power supplies that keep everyone alive?"

The governor replies
"That is so, we are much safer like this until core systems send a military power to protect our frontier galaxy, we don't even have handguns on the planet because of gun controls... This is the same demilitarized situation in many surrounding systems, and there are dozens fertile planets out here we simply cannot lose until reinforcements arrive. Core worlds replicate their food, but the frontier galaxies require good organic nutrition for growth and vitality."

I request the governor:
"Please governor, I know you might feel paranoid but you're in the presence of your Super Star Empress, unmask yourself."

"As you wish"
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No. 1085558 ID: 1effd3

Ah, this energy displacement field seems to have trapped our outer consciousnesses again.
No. 1085604 ID: 65e394
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Super star empress opens her visual channel to the sideboard.

>What are we supposed to do?

The first thing as a star empress I've come to realize the importance of consciousness skills and focus at all times. Even now I'm aware that great power brings great convergence of thoughts, ideas, and events.

As we know my title is the Shadow, I even now consider in my mind the possibility of installing on remaining titan ships this planetary energy source displacement device and quickly figuring out an alternative power source and adapting these power systems into feeding with that power instead of what is detectable by the Spectres.

"In my retinue few dozen titanships and I personally am present in this system. My Nebula Devourer Doomstar will make quick end of any single Spectre force in one system, but I cannot divide my forces to protect an entire galaxy."

"My Super Star Empress, I was considering installing new stealth technology on the remaining titans from my personal fleet, but I'd need a mysterious power source to feed my systems with alternate physics"

"If I'm correct Star Empress, your friend has recently made such discoveries in the fringes of this galactic group. As discovered by my arts."

>Take off visors and masks in the presence of the Super Star Empress
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No. 1085667 ID: f286ce

Also I would like request a stable commander for an expedition I'm planning, someone skilled, subtle and loyal.

It's a long shot but if it succeeds then I could secure a valuable cash of lostech.
No. 1085672 ID: 65e394
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>Request officer; Subtle, Loyal, Skilled

"Shadow I have Naerl'Tanis ready to go for a risky expedition. Her skills in camouflage and shapeshifting make her ideal for spy missions. She is completely loyal and can recognise and use some lostech on site. Her primary skillset is Spirit Mage. This is exotic to our civilization and most techno-archivist even in the Imperial Archives of the core worlds do not know the lore of her abilities well."
No. 1085681 ID: f286ce

Well she seems well suited for the field work portion of expedition.

Well as long as she's supported by a competent team then we might be able to steal the lostech right under the machines mechanical noses.

Though a hacker would also help due to the nature of the enemy and maybe someone handy with a blaster if thing go loud.

>"If I'm correct Star Empress, your friend has recently made such discoveries in the fringes of this galactic group. As discovered by my arts."

"Hmm funny that since I was plan on visiting them before my expedition but if what you said was true then ensuring her safety would take priority."

Also Before you go, you should ask the governor how's the capital holding up, are the citizens doing ok?
And what could I do to help?

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The fuck?
Five years ago, I attempted to write a prequel story for the magnificent Enemy Quest. If you haven't read EQ, what are you even doing? Go read it! The original War quest can be found here: https://questden.org/kusaba/graveyard/res/857294.html

So what happened?
Some pretty dramatic life changes, including but not limited to having two children in rapid succession. Considering the fate of the original Enemy Quest, I can only conclude writing about Golborians makes humans incredibly

So what now?
We pick up where we left off! Did I mention I'm an even worse artist than the last time I tried this? Get ready for some really basic images to set the scene and a lot of text!


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All five feet of it.
Wait, what?

The cannon barrel bucked beneath her, catching her in the midsection before your fist collected her head. She flew like a discarded toy, tumbling limply through the air before her feet found the ground almost magnetically, her body stiffened as she slid to a halt on all fours. Her face whipped up to meet yours, and her eye was now contorted in hatred. Your guns were already up. She flickered and the last dozen rounds from your XM’s shredded the wall behind her. The only sound was casings clattering on the hardwood floor. She'd vanished.
“After all - that, I expected a bigger load from you, human.”
You thought she gasped slightly when she hesitated, and she sounded flustered.
“I've been having fun with your friends outside, I guess I'm a little spent after so many partners. I've lost track of how many I've killed. How many of you were there? Was it two thousand? More?”
“Speaking of, I can't help but notice you haven't called for them. What's your plan here?”
“I'm going to take my time carving you to pieces for what you just did to me, animal.”
The Occulotti curse translated poorly, but the venom in her voice got the point across.
“Was there another crazy cyclops bitch in here hypnotizing me while she rode my dick? That was all you.”
“Wh- no! You shackled me to your sick fantasy! Tell me how you did that. Answer truthfully or you die.”
That's it, keep talking you thought to yourself. Your sensors didn't detect any sound, so she must have been projecting a voice into your head. You swept the room, pretending to look wherever she threw her voice. Broken glass crunched under your feet.
“I don't know what to tell you Occ, you had me pretty dazed for all of that. I was not in control of what happened. Figured you were playing
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No. 1084807 ID: b832e0

Well broken glass implies a window. For OpSec if she knows we're a borg we have to murder the one-eye. Here's a basic plan - grenade to low yield, drop it and full thrusters out the window. Her pals should believe we're a floater or otherwise be surprised enough to not shoot while we leave the blast radius.
No. 1084812 ID: 5ebe31

Keep talking and shooting the shit/shadows. Trading insults is a great way to gather intel.
No. 1085064 ID: 6c2338

3]] Keep talking. Riggs and Cotton should only be moments away.
No. 1085065 ID: eb0a9c

Remember that your greatest regret is that your penis is severely overcompensated.
So overcompensate. Make her taste your Big Boner until it kills her.

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((I will be borrowing some artwork from Thief 2014, and other games in the franchise, such as the one used for this post. I will credit art where able. This quest uses a mishmash of Blades in the Dark and the setting of CATastrophe. It borrows names and ideas from various media sources, including, but not limited to: Black Lagoon (anime), Final Fantasy X, various crime dramas, the Thief franchise, and more.))

An Pur. One of the largest cities floating out there. A veritable metropolis of the sea. On the surface, it's just another safe haven, bigger than most, but still just a place where folks gather and party. Their little slice of heaven. Sure it takes a lot to keep the place running, enough that there's even formal schools, universities, and a huge demand for skilled labor, but it's safe harbor in uncertain seas, home, some might even call it heaven.
You can live there a lifetime and not see everything.

And the cats up top like it that way.
It keeps people from asking questions, like "what's down that alleyway?" "What's that smell outside the cannery?" "Why does everyone in that office have a knife?"
For those who know where to look, An Pur isn't heaven. It's hell. A honeytrap. An Pur is history rhyming, the mistakes of the past reiterated. Nobody pays attention to the faded letters. Nobody reads between the lines. Not if they want to keep their beautiful illusions alive.

Welcome to the dark side of An Pur. Once you've seen it, you can't leave it. Even if you make it to the top, it'll cling to you, like bad cologne.


You all got tangled up in this in your own ways. Caught too much attention from the wrong 'benefactor', made a sale to the wrong guy, racked up the wrong debt. Maybe the only thing in common was that one word. "Wrong."
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Character sheets: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1e0UqVZ9Vh_-o_ao08IkM_FsYam5-xjzncgfhiI_6oFA

"Yes, thank you, we're all very impressed with how much more hardcore you are than the university's accounts receivable department. Nice attention to detail on the bodies - smells almost exactly like the real thing," says Rock, who's wrangled far too many medical cadavers as part of teaching assistant duties.
"So, does this mean Hotel Blue is willing to allow the Tinsnips to throw the proposed glitter party in the D'Nyanzelo Brothers warehouse on fourth street? Assuming we clean up after ourselves, and the maitre'd gets paid on time and in full, of course."
No. 1083275 ID: 965bce

>It then concludes with a sardonic, "Welcome to An Pur, newbloods."
"Lived here my whole life, drama queens" Specs mutters under her breath, awkwardly twisting herself to work the kinks out.
No. 1083278 ID: 3f01d5

Upon hearing her compatriots antagonize the gangsters whose good graces they're operating under, Costello lets out a low growl.

"Business over dinner. Not over riverbed. Talk shop at nicer venue."

So, we need to figure out how many dice we roll, what the position is, and what the effect level is. DM can set position and effect level- by first guess is "Risky" and "Standard" but you have the most insight into the goons motivations/orders and how well that aligns with us. We're trying to score, and we're going to make a Social plan to do so- >>1082763 throwing a party to rub elbows.

action roll
1. The player states their goal for the action.
2. The player chooses the action rating that matches what their character is doing in the fiction.
3. The GM sets the position for the roll.
4. The GM sets the effect level for the action.
5. Add bonus dice.
6. The player rolls the dice and we judge the result.

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No. 1084742 ID: aef6e4

rolled 4, 5, 2, 2, 5 = 18

>For action rating, this seems like Consort, Command, or Sway. Not really confident on which.
No, if this is an engagement roll for the start of a heist: https://bladesinthedark.com/planning-engagement
>The engagement roll is a fortune roll, starting with 1d for sheer luck. Modify the dice pool for any major advantages or disadvantages that apply.
I'll just roll more dice than we're likely to need, and then we can figure out how many of them are relevant.

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1084166 No. 1084166 ID: e139aa hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]

A World Without Names

NSFW: nudity, sex, violence, probably. 18+. No minors.
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No. 1084217 ID: 2aa5f0

can you fish?
No. 1084239 ID: 9b401c

People who say follow the river have the right idea here. Perhaps prey will drink as well.
No. 1084251 ID: 1cc7d1

I suggest carving marks into trees to keep yourself from getting lost. If you don't have claws for it, you should get a stone for it instead.

On that note, do you know how to make tools? A simple spear does much to empower you.
No. 1084384 ID: eb0a9c

>Pokemon but they don't say their names all the time
Oh thank @#$%.

Stick with foraging for nuts and berries for now. Those have lots of energy at low cost.
No. 1084416 ID: dd3fe0

So, the main character being obviously an Eevee, should have some sort of superpowers, maybe those could help with hunting and exploring and such? He should have ability to move with superspeed for very short, directed bursts by infusing his body with a sort of 'normal' elemental ki. This can be used for a quick surprise takedown of prey or for mobility and scouting and getting to hard to reach places or climbing. There's also a few ranged energy blasts, but those are more advanced.

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- This Quest will be NSFW for sexual content. -

Corpo media just doesn’t have enough spark. No authenticity.

There’s risk, going off the hollow polish of the matrix main streets, but you know what you’re at. Coupla particular programs, a few proxies, some plug-ins - then you can dip your digits into shadier sites. Like this one. A board buddy sent you a link, something on one of the streaming hosts with servers buried off where it doesn’t have to worry about content legality. Looks like a posse of shadowrunners calling themselves Team Live thought it’d be chill to start a channel showing themselves off, couple of months ago - doesn’t seem the smartest business plan to you, but it’s real, and that gives you that taste of voyeurism that more than makes up for the low production values.

That, and that they’re pretty horny about it. Seem to like showing themselves off. Creative camera angles on snug outfits during urban explorations, showing off more than necessary while they chat about shadowrunning skills… The last video had the little blue neumono shaman or whatever showing how to harvest reagents from sort of magical crab, and she had her top off, but with the blood going everywhere maybe that wasn’t meant to be sexy. Poking around, there’s a hint of more explicit content past some pay walls. Well, you’re not too proud to admit you want to see some cute criminals putting themselves out there (at least the more feel-good, stick-it-to-the-man type crime) and you might be in luck. There’s a stream about to start, and it’s not charging any admission, despite the promising content warnings.

It’s better than watching whatever the latest sanded-down, re-regurgited remnant of creativity the investors have been sold as fashionable, so let’s log in.

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No. 1084007 ID: 2f41db

Wagon man is right.
Nasty critters, nastier swarm.
There wuz this thing i read bout as a lillun.
Pie ranna or summat.
Strip a cow to the bone that said in minutes.
I dunno what a cow is, but its gotta be nasty if it took a swarm to frag one.

Dont lettem get on ya lady!
Yer doin keen.
No. 1084025 ID: dd3fe0


We live in an information based reality. Just because YOU can't find out what a cow was and where the genes are still being used and in what sorts of things and what things that aren't called 'cows' any more are still basically 'cows', sorta, but just marketed to suits and rollers, that's on you, chummer. Look. It. Up. Just because a lot of the info is SOMEWHAT WRONG doesn't mean it isn't USEFUL. Hint: There's a reason lots of places call police by terms associated with cattle.
No. 1084071 ID: 2f41db


Chummer, i can barely work this drekking busted uplink.
My meat has only ever been real estate fer chrome but when i usedta run, i wuz just the panzer.
Deckers mighta s'well be wizzies t'me.
First one i saw used a clacky lil thing with his hands. Now they just think it.
Yeah, yeah.
Im a 'tique.
Least i got in here though.
Now i get'ta watch primo razergirl run hard.
...the front its gotta take t'stream yer runs...
Cool as. Ice cool. Arctic.
Stay frosty lady!
<donation failed>
Oh fer fracks sake... howd i...
No. 1084225 ID: dd3fe0


So, here's the thing. Swarms of Piranha *couldn't* tear the flesh off the bone of large mammals like Cows or Humans in minutes. That was a myth. They were just pretty colorful tropical river fish that eat meat and travel in schools. Nothing special.

But here's the thing. We live in a post-multi-apocalypse world where, all of a sudden, there's a ton of types of reality manipulation out there, yea?

And some of those types follow collective beliefs and mythology. So as the normal Piranha are going extinct due to pollution and all these disasters, WEIRD Piranha of various sorts and types are spawning due to all the things that spawn or mutate or create weird animals, spirits, spirit beasts, spiritual animals, mutant animals, and this that and the other. And a ton of THOSE swarms of Piranha *do* strip flesh off of bones in seconds or minutes.

But, here's the thing. Piranha are still pretty colorful tropical river fish. So corporate types have cloned de-extincted normal versions -- the old, went extinct type -- in their office aquariums. While out in the wild, someone may or may not have reintroduced the original strain (dunno), but there's for SURE a mess of weird magical or other variants.
No. 1084241 ID: 2f41db


Spellslinger said sumthin like that t'me once, then started on bout a collective unconscious or summat and i zoned on him.
By time drekker was done, i was too gonked t'get.
But yknow, think i grok it now.
Cheers chummer.

<donation sent: 50z> "Yer crushin this run chica! Wheredja getcha killware?"

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Screams fill the air. The sharp crack of gunfire pierces through even that, sending jolt of panic through the crowds that even now nearly trample each other to get away, though from what is largely still up in the air. Something roars, something inhuman and vastly terrifying.

This wasn't how this day was supposed to go.

You manage to push your way through the crowd, throwing yourself into a nearby shop. You'd come to the mall with every intention of getting some shopping done. Nice and easy day, nothing at all out of the ordinary. Life, it seems, had disagreed with your intentions. With everything all over the news, you'd expected the government to be a little more on top of all this. But that hardly mattered in the moment. The gunfire was drawing ever closer, and the sounds intense fighting were drawing closer and closer. You could feel panic start to set in, aware of the danger that was swiftly drawing closer and closer.

But you had the means to fight back, even if you'd promised yourself you'd never do so. Promised yourself you'd ignore it all and just live life normally... that had been the right thing to do. It was either that or turn yourself in, and you weren't so naïve to believe that you'd come back out of a government facility again. The people dying were just like you, just in the wrong place at the wrong time... right?

You make to push into the dwindling stampede of terror filled people, only to watch as a woman to your right suddenly falls, the crack of a gun sounding mere moments before her death. You freeze in sudden panic, the strangely calm detachment you'd felt to all this falling away at the undeniable sight of death. Your gaze whips around to the figure standing only a few feet from you.

The man is standing there, a wild look in his eye, some sort of rifle in his hands. He looks just as panicked, maybe even more so. Still, his hands rema
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No. 1083538 ID: eb0a9c

Sar Manjensen (translation: sew my jeans on)
Intersex Lynxgirl

When you were a baby, an insane vagrant found your abusive parents bashing your head in and decided to 'step in' by unleashing their hidden arsenal of guns, turning your momma and poppa into meat and popcorn.

They weren't exactly an improvement, even if they fully accepted you. You learned how to kill a squirrel with two bullets and a coat hanger before you learned to walk. When your powers kicked in, your foster parent only showed more insanity and put you through horrifyingly villainous training. They wanted you to topple the government and all that.

Child services stepped in about three years ago and you've been living blissfully in a backwater orphanage ever since.
No. 1083563 ID: 0ec851

Marie Kafka

To say you led a good life would be stretching it, your parents gave you nothing more than food to eat and a roof over your head, so you essentially had to raise yourself, mostly through books at first. A book on parenting became your guide on how to grow up, an encyclopedia became your mentor, and fictional characters became your role models. Once you got past the password on your father's work computer though, there was so much more.
So naturally when you got bullied you turned to the consensus of the internet, since authority figures were a no go that left self defense. The taekwondo teacher was nice enough to give you discounted lessons, and once you got to green belt you figured you'd try making use of your fledgling martial skills. It ended up being the worst decision of your life.
That train, that goddamn train. It was raining hard, and the fog rising up from the nearby coast made it hard to see more than a yard. Your bullies cornered you by the tracks, they never really did much more than a single punch so you figured if you used proper force they'd give up. That's why the moment one of them laid their hands on you, you kicked them straight onto the tracks. It was only supposed to intimidate them, but at that moment a train showed up. Your bully tried to get up and off the tracks but the rain made them slip on the rocks. One moment they were scrambling to get away, the next moment their legs became a smear of red as the train barreled through. It was a memory that you'd never forget, as if seared into your corneas.
In the end it was ruled a self defense but nobody could look at you the same way. Moving out of that damned town was the only good thing your parents ever did for you.
No. 1083791 ID: 2f41db

Name : Thomas Marlow
Age : 22
Gender : M.

Traumatic event :
I just got shot.
Have a guess what my trauma is.
Let me tell you, it does NOT get easier second time around pal.

Now im here either suffering a psychotic break or whats left of my mind is hiding out in one of my last misfiring neurons that for some goddamn reason is fixated on the finer points of form filling.

I dont want to be dead.

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Your watching your life flash before your eyes.

That must mean you are dying, doesn't it? That moment of everything you are, your entire existence, being laid bare before you, the weight of your soul to be judged by the God of Death. The very thought has you feeling melancholy, strangely profound it this moment between life and death.

What comes first is a dream, it must be. For you recall no memory like this. An endless, empty Void, nothing and everything. You feel, for a moment, profoundly calm, as everything must be. A moment later, flashes of insight, of a scene that plays out before your eyes, that you cannot help but watch with eyes wide in wonder and amazement.

There, underneath a shining sun, who light fills the heavens and gives life, you see seven great beasts. There, a hardy Crab, standing firm upon the shore, waving its claws as if to stave off the waves with force of will alone. There, a Crane, regal and beautiful, preening its feathers and judging all around it. Opposite, a fierce Lion, roaring its challenge with fangs bared, daring all to face it in battle. There still, a patient Dragon atop the mountains, gazing heavenward, pondering questions it shall never answer. There beside it, a brilliant Phoenix, feather alight like fire, the elements themselves answering its call. In the shadows a Scorpion scuttles, stinger poised to strike, and yet for all its menace it bears a solemn duty to be what it is. There, finally, a swift Unicorn, galloping across the open plain, wild and free and ever curious for what lays just beyond the horizon.

All of them call to your soul, sing to you of a place to belong. And you remember this dream, now that it has played out before you. You remember this dream... and you remember answering this call.

>To which great beast did you give your soul?
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You moved swiftly yet cautiously, calling on every moment of your training as you stepped further into the once home of your family. Senses screamed at you of the dangers of this place, of the horrors that could be inflicted upon your eternal soul should you fall here. But all the same, you could not bear to leave now, not without recovering something to return to your family, to restore just that small bit of your family's lost heritage. The temple had been your first thought, there had been no other choice. It appeared untouched from a distance, and it's only the words of your sensei that had kept your wits about you, despite the seemingly untouched nature of the small building.

The thin, rice paper door had been shut tight, and it took a hefty pull to loosen it enough to open far enough to slip inside yourself. Within, the old, single room temple appears undisturbed by anything. Dust covers every surface, a thick blanket that swirls slightly as your feet disturb the room for the first time. As soon as you'd cross the threshold, you had felt that sense of all consuming foreboding vanish, that feeling of something watching you fall away, and your first shaky breath within the confines of the temple seem somehow lighter and less difficult. You had been suffused with the feeling of safety, warmth and comfort. A quick investigation of the room had revealed a small shrine, a single candle still somehow lit upon its surface, its dedications difficult to make out in the dim light, but still clearly venerating the Celestial Heavens above. Paper charms are plastered along the walls and beams, and though you couldn't make any sense of them you could recognize a shugenja's work. This place had, by all appearance, remained unravaged by the tainted things that presumably stalked those halls, or the taint that normally corrupted anything it touched.

Still, your caution had you questioning the apparent sanctity of this place. Su
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No. 1083189 ID: 5ebd37

A brief respite, you took what rest you could.
No. 1083213 ID: eb0a9c

Link the bonfire
No. 1083261 ID: 7c0da2

You didn't dare disturb the charms or the candle. Too tired to worry about the dust, you knelt in front of the shrine to pray. The whole situation was so unreal, you couldn't say exactly when you fell asleep.
No. 1083298 ID: 909c07

You'd set your equipment in a corner of the temple, careful to avoid disturbing the seals along the walls lest you somehow break the strange sanctity of the place. You'd knelt before the shrine, intending only to offer prayer, to seek some blessing from the Heavens in your search, and perhaps to rest a moment before moving on. It was strange then that when you'd opened your eyes once more, it was not to a dimly lit temple but a room glowing with dozens of candles. Beyond the edges of the candlelight, there wasn't a wall, but an endless darkness, stretching far past the light's glow.

Whatever shock you'd felt had been interrupted by a sound from behind you. Instinct screamed, and you'd whirled about in alarm, hand falling to grasp the hilt of your sword. What greeted your panicked gaze was not some foul demon or unholy spirit but a woman. Dressed in a kimono of sky blue and crimson red, the middle aged woman had the look of someone haggard and worn, her lips bearing signs of what look to be puncture wounds, as if someone had taken a needle and sewn her mouth shut at some point. Yet somehow you felt as if her presence was no threat to you, or perhaps merely that she'd meant no harm. Whatever her appearance, she bowed low upon seeing your attention upon her, before straightening once more, her gaze fixing upon you with a strange intensity.

"I bid you welcome, young Hiruma. It has been a long time since one of Daylight Castle's lost children has come home. Longer still since it was one that has not felt the call to service..." Her voice bore a hint of melencholy, her gaze momentarily softening into something that seems on the verge of tears. But the expression quickly vanished, her stoic gaze returning. "I am Hiruma Masami, and it is good you have found your way to Candle Temple. Please, sit, you will be safe here from the Oni's influence. You no doubt have questions, and I shall
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Your talents were recognized at a very young age. A grand destiny stretched ahead of you, and your adolescence was dedicated to the training that would be required to claim it - a task that only you could do. Your family, your teachers, and countless other people were all behind you - standing on their shoulders as you moved forward to grasp your fate, to change the world.

But you threw it away. Fled into the night, and continued to run until all of the hopes, and all of the expectations bled out of you. You wandered, directionless and empty, until you came upon the river. With nothing else in your life, you followed the smallest of compulsions, the only impulse you could find beyond basic survival. You began to follow the river.

Walking along the banks, wading through the shallows, and even laying in the water to drift downstream brought you a calm and even an inkling of satisfaction. A sense that maybe you could find a purpose and a new future, to erase the absence that was all you had left.

You opted to take the name of the River for your new start, but having wandered so far and so blindly you had no idea what its name even was. And so, you simply settled on "River."
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You chat a bit with Rutu about the lay of the land. It sounds like this is mostly a farming town built up around an old monastery near the lake, but that in the last 20 or so years it has become a stop traders would make when traveling up the twin rivers.

A lot of the farmers, including their family, live on the northwest bank of the Nanfang Qingren, which feeds the lake from the south. The Monastery is east of the town, which lise on the south bank of the Xibu Qingren that feeds the lake from the east. There's a main road that heads down toward where most of the farms are, and most of the people in the region are farmers that live within a few miles of it - if you go much farther west of town or across either river you mostly find solitary hunters or people that aren't much interested in living in a community.

"You mentioned Yu?" You ask, "I met him by the river, and he showed me the way to town."

"Oh, yes!" Rutu pipes up, "He's a quiet boy that wandered in a few years back. His shack is in the lee of a hill near our farm, so he's basically our neighbor!"

Li chimes in, "Always seemed a bit shady, but he's good people. Helped us out a few times when we needed it."

You nod, "He helped me out, too. I was accosted by a ruffian in the woods, and he took care of it."

Rutu nods, "That sounds like Yu all right. He's a moody boy, but he can look pretty scary when somebody tries to get rough with people around him." Li nods, and starts to say something, before Rutu suddenly yelps "Wait, ruffians in the woods?! Did you tell the magistrate?"

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No. 1083195 ID: fa3034

Pay a visit to the antelope, he might have an idea of where there might be work.
No. 1083196 ID: 75b262

Now that we've met the otters, time for the antelope!
No. 1083210 ID: 7c1f1c

An antelope with a laborer's build, but wanting exercise bodes ill for finding work. That does offer an opening for conversation, though; you're looking for work, and was wondering if he's had any luck in his search.

The presence of the magistrate could make things thorny in the future. You want to keep the town safe, and informing them of the highwayman's presence, especially if he's only one of a band, could help. But if an Imperial agent could connect you back to your origins, then we want to inform discreetly.
Mention the encounter with the highwayman to the antelope, as well, and try to get the rumor mill going. Surely, someone will bring the matter to the magistrate upon hearing of it. It might be prudent to mention that Yu fought off the highwayman without saying you were there to witness it.
No. 1083234 ID: 69ab37

If you want to start rumors without tying the story to yourself, you should talk with the drunks. Play up the excitement of Yu fighting off a huge bandit, by the morning they won't remember the boring details like who told them the story.

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1076588 No. 1076588 ID: 3286d2 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

This quest is NSFW.
A few notes about this quest:
- Suggestions can be made to any "on-stage" crew members, not just whoever the narration is following at the time.
- In the event that the perspective is quickly shifting among multiple groups, all members of the groups can be treated as on-stage. (This may or may not happen, just allowing for the possibility.)
- Questions/comments directed at characters will be treated as part of their internal monologue.

We're starving.
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No. 1076834 ID: eb0a9c

I'd say you should find a habitable death-world and live there.
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Things can be 'habitable' but absolutely miserable. Consider: massive, constant natural disasters. Wrong day/night cycle. Wrong gravity. Very radioactive. No land that's not covered in water, or no freshwater anywhere. Wrong temperature. Wrong amount of air pressure. Not enough magnetosphere (see aforementioned radiation). Wrong soil composition. Wrong year length. Wrong temperatures. It isn't JUST giant monsters that are trying to eat you, which can be fought militarily if you are badass enough, that make a deathworld into a deathworld. It's fantastically easier to make a comfortable space station than it is to make a comfortable, livable outpost on a deathworld (at the bottom of a gravity well no less!), if such is a world that no one actually goes to because it is horrible, even if it is technically 'habitable' and technically within some arbitrary egghead's categorization 'limits'.
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How much fuel does the ship have? What locations are reachable with our current supplies?
No. 1079906 ID: 6a89fd

Maybe we have to take risk, maybe a medium sized settlement we could attack? Or a risky job you were offered? This time you and your team could be the ones coming on top.
No. 1083194 ID: dd3fe0


I guess I got the definition of Deathworlds wrong. Rather than just being 'utterly inhospitable to life', Deathworlds are more worlds that are actively trying to kill you, like a world run by an insane AI and populated by giant, crazed monsters that are vaguely from fantasy and mythology, with nanotech that eats any technology more advanced than some particular fantasy author's conception of 'vaguely medieval'.

And they're marked as Deathworlds, despite being 'totally habitable', because the Galaxy doesn't want to spend the money and effort to clean them up yet.

We don't want to go to one of those, especially because we don't know the rules by which anything marked like that is operating, and also there is specifically *only one way to determine those rules*.

Guess what it is.

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