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"Adventurers Wanted!"So sayeth the sign, hammered into the hard earth just outside the entrance of Zurham Gristmean's Grizzly Bear Guesthouse, the small frontier town's only real place for booze or bedding. While Crowsflight is no center of culture or commerce, the dwarf's action is still momentous and meaningful. Everyone knows, when such a sign goes up, they will inevitably appear... Those daring doers of derring-do, good and evil and everything in between, from far and wide and high and low.Adventurers!Things must be dire indeed...>Submit a character!We will be using Simple d6 3rd Edition (https://1d6chan.miraheze.org/wiki/Simple_D6_-_Third_Edition), so include: a name, a race-class combo (your quality), and five skills. You may give up 1 Skill to get either +2 Hit Points in a single Aspect (Body, Mind, Magic, Faith, which all start at 5 HP) or +1 Defense in a single Aspect per Skill you give up.You can also give up 1 HP or 1 Defense from any one Aspect to boost another, but you cannot have more than 7 or less than 3 HP in any one Aspect, and Defense cannot be higher than 2 in any one Aspect. You must trade HP for HP, and Defense for Defense.You can also specify two weapons, a weapon and armor, or a weapon and two tools. These add +1 damage to any successful combat roll (for weapons), +1 to the initial roll for related skill checks (for tools), or -1 damage taken from any physical attack (for armor). Weapons and armor can be magical or physical, but only one or the other, with wizard's staffs and protective robes serving as weapons and armor for the purposes of magic rolls while a warrior's more conventional sort apply to physical rolls.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6456589>Acompany Maggie to where the old nan was taken and use FIGHTING experience to try and piece together what sort of scuffle transpired. All silent as a grave, of course. Even when swinging around a sword like she would have her axe.>>6456617Awesome art!
>>6456589>>6456600+1 this. Also kickass art
>>6456600>>6456643>>6456647>Moving things along to keep a brisk pace, since most of the party seem to be in agreement about investigating.The back door of the Grizzly Bear opened onto a yard of hard-packed earth, a woodpile, a rain barrel, and a low fence with the woods beyond it going grey in the afternoon light. A mere twenty paces, as promised. It looked like nothing at all.Margaret went first. She had wrapped herself before stepping out, hood drawn low and heavy sleeves down over her hands, a brown bundle of cloth with two green "ears" standing out of the top of it and two enormous dark eyes in the shadow beneath. The daylight was not kind to her and she did not intend to suffer its interference in her work.She raised the skull staff. The thing on the end of it woke slowly, the way a coal wakes. Green light came up out of the sockets and spilled down over the bone, and then the light kept going, unwinding off the skull in slow ribbons that did not drift the way smoke drifts but rather seemed to reach out gropingly. One of the farmhands who had followed them out made a noise and went back inside. Margaret paid him no mind. She swept the staff in a slow arc across the yard, watching the light rather than the ground, waiting to see whether it would lean, and what it would find.John came out behind her, quiet as his untold victims' graves. He had left the basket on the table, to return to later. He walked the perimeter of the yard at a deliberate pace with his eyes down, and once he stopped, and drew his sword, and swung it in a short flat arc at nothing, the way an old woman might swing an axe at something coming out of the dark. He watched where the arc would have ended. Then he sheathed it and moved on. Nobody asked him what that was for. Behind the netting on the far side of the yard, Buzz had gone very still, and appeared to be taking notes.Aller was already at the fence, running a thumb along the top rail and looking outward rather than down. Ways in. Ways out. Where a man (or something else) would go if he wanted the woods and did not want the road.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6456692None of them had been in this town longer than a few hours. None of them knew the ground, or the woods, or which of the marks in the dirt had been here a week.But the light on the staff was leaning. The bees were buzzing. Each of them had been called to this cause. Together, they would bring an end to this nightmare.>Rolls: five characters, five rolls needed. One each, please, but if a character's player (or someone else) hasn't rolled and it's been a while, feel free to roll a second one for them.>Margaret: 3 dice (Witchcraft + Mogwai Witch Doctor + 1)>John: 2 dice (Fighter + 1). Swords doesn't apply to reading a scene as such, but I'll allow Fighter for judging whether there was a struggle.>Bagark: 2 dice (Fighter + 1), same reasoning.>Aller: 4 dice (Sneaking + Cunning + Rogue + 1). You're looking for how something came and went, attacking and departing without being seen.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 3, 2, 2 = 7 (3d6)>>6456693Rolling for Margaret (Idea: I was thinking she could let a spirit possess the skull on her staff and get information from it. The success rolling determines how it goes. The dead are prone to vagueposting, riddles or nonsensical answers regardless of effectiveness, more as flavor)>>6456643>>6456647Thanks frens. I still want to use the normal version more because that's how I am. But the covered is good for fast drawings, I must say.
The Halls of the High Hollow ring with the echoes of long past labors. They resonate with songs whose verses were long sung last. Your place is not amongst the fading frivolities which shall soon be forgotten. The depths call for you to strike the Earth, and the stone walls that protected the heart of world for ages unfathomable are still no obstacle to a child of perseverance. To grasp the pickaxe and the spade is to have the riches of the world already half in hand.
MOLES !
>>6456654>>6456658>>6456669>>6456672>Attend to daily chores.>Put mole in cloak, for "later."If you were not in the caverns, perhaps your chores would relate to cooking, scrubbing poop from floors, dusting or ledgering like a clerk, and whatever janitorial duties the day would demand of you.The task of scrubbing bat and mole crap from the cavern is for BLIND MOLES, one of whom you unceremoniously ABDUCT, so your task list is far shorter. They involve MORNING COFFEE, PROSPECTING, and DIGGING. The first matter requires waking early, at the crack of dawn, if such a thing meant anything down here. Some believe that coffee is not a matter that takes the better part of an hour or more. Such people have no concept of what DWARF COFFEE even is.Though there are a few mechanisms that belong to you that are naught but faithful and true, one being your COFFEE GRINDER. Dwarfen coffee is made from ground up rock and crystal of most any sort, whose special drinkable properties are extracted through the use of the grinder. Without the necessary MACERATION and TWIRLY TWIRLING the result is simple and unpalatable sand. Hence why none but Dwarfs appreciate the great merits of their MORNING GULP. They’re so excellent that going without a MORNING GULP would be unthinkable.
The morning ritual has another purpose, though. The products of a good grind, no matter their original make, are inherently unstable from ELEMENTAL EXPRESSION if not immersed in steeping water, though the effects of MACERATION and TWIRLY TWIRLING produce something quite DIFFERENT from what once was from one or two minerals (anything more than two requires PREVIOUS GROUNDS, which you lack). The unstable effects manifest easily with physical impact or the application of a small amount of heat from BEARD CORD, and become dangerous unless placed in the ARGON BAG. Stored safely in the sack, GROUNDS may be crafted into COFFEE BOMBS whose properties match the coffee they brewed, able to be set off through a harsh impact, or, if more delay is required, through flame and fuse.The consideration of EXPLOSIVES is beyond you right now, as without your MORNING GULP you cannot be held accountable for any sort of long-term planning.Your MINERAL YIELDS are meager right now, however, so your choice of metaphorical BEANS is slim. You will have to MAKE DO or PROSPECT.>Make a single-ingredient gulp. (Write in mineral to use)>Make a two-ingredient blend. (Write in minerals to use)>Prospect for alternative minerals>Write-In
>>6456696>Two ingredient blendAcicular Spekkiospar + Chert, I trust in the names and contrasting shapes
>>6456696>Make a two-ingredient blend. (Write in minerals to use)>Pyrite and malachite, because the -ite will make you feel alr-ite.
Opportunity, freedom and power lies West of the Mississippi. Gold and land are in abundance - along with competition. The chance to strike out and make it big. More so if you are Kindred or Cainite. Even with the establishment of the west coast, and the transcontinental railroad linking New York to San Francisco, large swathes of territories-turned-states are still blank on the map. Cities are contested, and outside of towns is no man's land. The Sabbat have been losing territory since the Mexican-American War. The Camarilla, led first by Anarchs, are making inroads, and the independent clans are trickling in. The Jyhad is anyone’s game out here, and it's mostly neonates and fledgling playing. The American Civil War has been over for five years. Many people headed west, and Kindred followed. Along with technology advancing, record keeping was on the rise. You had to have your identity written down, even if it was your false identity. The way you were taking the train, though, didn't require identification. As far as the mortals knew, you were just a special-made coffin. That's why it weighed so much, they reckon. But who was this coming down on an iron horse? >Raphael Two-Saints. Up from Montréal way. The immigration officer couldn't spell your family name of Toussaint, so you settled with “Two-Saints.” Skirmishes with the Native tribes saw your sire granting you the Embrace. >Sybil Proctor. From an esteemed plantation family, you left the stifling South behind. A combination of your pedigree and strong sense of self caught your sire’s attention. >Write-In. Include name and something that made them stand out to their sire. What is your clan? (With Disciplines listed)>Assamite (Celerity, Obfuscate, Quietus) >Brujah (Celerity, Potence, Presence) >Followers of Set (Obfuscate, Presence, Serpentis)>Gangrel (Animalism, Fortitude, Protean)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6456538>Raphael Two-Saints. Up from Montréal way. The immigration officer couldn't spell your family name of Toussaint, so you settled with “Two-Saints.” Skirmishes with the Native tribes saw your sire granting you the Embrace.>Giovanni (Dominate, Necromancy, Potence)>... true independence. You're tired of all the sectarian hogwash!>A Kindred Ally, a peer and confidant
>>6456538>Raphael Two-Saints>Gangrel>True independence >Herd
>>6456538>Sybil Proctor. From an esteemed plantation family, you left the stifling South behind. A combination of your pedigree and strong sense of self caught your sire’s attention.>Tzimisce (Animalism, Auspex, Vicissitude)>... the Camarilla.>Two competent RetainersI'll bite even though we all know how this ends
>>6456660With Wuxian running an entire quest thread to completion and everyone having a good time?
>>6456538>Sybil Proctor. From an esteemed plantation family, you left the stifling South behind. A combination of your pedigree and strong sense of self caught your sire’s attention.>Brujah (Celerity, Potence, Presence)>... the Anarchs!>A Kindred Ally, a peer and confidant
Last time, you and your friends from the Occult Club encountered the school ghost, a woman named Evie, who went on to possess poor, innocent Tina. She refused to give up control because you’re a menace to society, so you brought her home. Does that make sense? If your answer is no, that’s the wrong answer. Be ashamed of yourself. At your apartment, you learned the truth behind Evie’s past; she’s a war veteran who teamed up with Sekhmet (Ichie’s entity) like 100 years ago against the forces of evil — then you mended your relationship, and ate pizza with everyone at the apartment. Hooray!That’d be the end of the story, but this night refuses to die young. Ruby was *also* possessed by a ghost from the past. One you’re intimate with! That’s right, it’s Holly Gram! The living spirit of a dead civilization. After the initial confusion, the Millennial ghost requests something of major importance! Bodies for her and Evie! Is that even a thing you can do…? Are you going to play God?! Let’s find out!“...And that’s who Holly Gram is.” You put your hands over your hips as you explained to Ichie, Suan De, Susie, and Evie (+ Tina) who this woman is! “Ohohoho~, so this is actual proof of that whole ordeal…” T_T Neko is the living database of everything you’ve learned.“She comes from a technologically advanced society wiped from existence…?” Evie can’t comprehend it, even if her heart aches for this senseless amount of lost lives…“Not that advanced. Your airplanes are amazing! We never figured those ones out!” Holly Gram smiles. “...They sure are.” Evie tries to hide her prideful smile. She probably doesn’t even know the new models and she’s acting like this...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6456417>You hear a weird noise outside (your van doesn’t make weird noises), and it turns out there’s an actual threat to Giorsal!>"Activate MECHAVAN MODE!!!">absolutely nobody other than Johnny wants that, for fear of being crushed by the awesome van crumpling like the Titan submersible
>>6456417>Do a Runway Show to have everyone wear these “camping gear” sexy outfits for the night! What better camping gear than cow onesies, cute swimsuits, your hoodies, and everything in between?"
>>6456421100% this. The collapse actually thwarts (or at least gives us an advantage against) the threat.So that Johnny can blame the van's death on the evildoer rather than have to realize that its blood (oil, brake fluid, etc.) are on his hands.
>>6456421Supporting this
Although historians would only later append 'the Younger' to the name of Prince Cyrus--to distinguish him from his father--he was worthy of that epithet already. He was barely twenty-two. He kept a short black beard, the best he could manage in his youth, and the Persian habit of painting his eyes with kohl. He sat a horse loosely and without effort. At close quarters one could see the scars, white and ridged where his coat opened at the neck and where his sleeve met his hand, which were rumored to have been earned in deadly contest with a bear. He was, from his birth, serious and thoughtful. Often, he sent wine or meat from his own table to men who pleased him. Men who displeased him left his court short a hand, a foot, or an eye.His seat was in Sardis, the old Lydian capital at the foot of Mount Tmolus. The timber and mud-brick houses of Sardis crowded around the narrow Pactolus, whose sands had once made Lydian kings rich. Above them the acropolis ascended a sheer ochre crag, so that the city seemed to be shaded by a fortress. Lydian craftsmen, Greek traders, Persian officials, and soldiers from half a dozen countries jostled in its markets. It was prosperous and ancient, but not peaceful by nature. Cyrus the Great had taken it from Croesus, and Greek rebels had burned it a century before. Its present tranquility was yet another anomaly of the age maintained by Persian spears.It was there, in Sardis, that Cyrus ordered his scattered Greek contingents to assemble. Two thousand men gathered by his guest-friend Proxenus of Boeotia, fifteen hundred hoplites, another five hundred light-armed men with javelins, slings, or bows. The Peloponnesian War had ended only three years before. Many among them faced the prospect of neglected farms, inherited debts, or cities which disdained their return, and so had not yet left the service. Their present task, so they were told, was to put down the hill tribes which were troubling the Prince's lands in Pisidia. It was to be a short and predictable campaign, no more than a season's march, with a few villages spoiled and plundered, some Pisidian barbarians butchered. A common enough kind of war, and to many, a last chance at redemption or glory or fortunes, before the inevitable retirement.
Using tripcode as my ID might be different.Vote closed. Update later tonight, but in the meantime, let's do a name vote for our fledging protagonist.What did your parents name you?>IPHITOS (Iφιτος), meaning Mighty>ECHEMOS (Eχεμος), meaning He who holds fast>LYSIMACHOS (Λυσίμαχος), meaning Battle-ender>WRITE IN
>>6456609> LYSIMACHOS (Λυσίμαχος), meaning Battle-ender
>>6456609>LYSIMACHOS (Λυσίμαχος), meaning Battle-ender
>>6456609>ECHEMOS (Eχεμος), meaning He who holds fast
>>6456609>LYSIMACHOS
I'm from your roommate's grocery store. Prepare to die.>what?>why?>run>fight
>>6456331This, the crack of dawn shines.
>>6456331>>6456342You take 10 damage (???)HP: 39A quest? Are you dense or something? I told you, I know what you did at your roommate's grocery store. You do know your roommate is from hell, don't you? I don't know why they let that person be roommates with you, but obviously they got what they needed, and you so conveniently gave them plenty of excuses to be rid of you. I imagine your roommate's grocery store already called their cops on you, and they'll be finding you at any moment. Go on, get out of here, and don't bother looking for that gun of yours.>what?>I'm a girl>go home>fight
>>6456424>what?what is going on man
>>6456424>>what?Sir, i quite literally have no idea what is going on.
>>6456424>Look for the gun I legally purchased that firearm and am licensed to carry it concealed on my person!!!!
The keeper did not open the trapdoor until the young man had set down everything he came with, the satchel, the letters, the ledger of small debts, the ring, and finally the name that people upstairs used to find him in a crowd, which took the longest, because a man does not realize how much weight a name carries until he is asked to leave it on a desk in a stone room beneath a city that does not know he is there. When he was done the keeper crouched and worked the iron ring and the stone ground against itself with a sound the young man felt in his back teeth before he heard it with his ears. The cold that came up from below was ancient and deliberate, the cold of something that had been counting. Before the young man could lean over to look the keeper grabbed his arm, certain the way old things move when they are done being patient, and said do not go down there planning to come back the same, said it once, dropped his arm, handed him a light and pointed at the opening. The young man went because his feet went before he decided, down into the dark that smelled of stone and time and something deeper than both, the trapdoor closing above him like a held breath released, and the grinding followed him all the way down.
Janny, delete this fucking thread
>>6456247heresy
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Today is the day. This is going to mark the end of an era of your life as you know it.PROMThe thought of the word bounces around your mind like a ricocheting bullet.That's right, it's prom night tonight. You never really had much of a reputation during high school, but then again, you didn't really go out of your way to socialize either.Going to prom tonight is stressing you out a bit. There's supposed to be a huge after-party at Jacob Langley's house. Jacob comes from a luxuriously wealthy family. You've never been inside his house, but you can attest to the fact that his parents' house is huge. People have asked Jacob what his parents do for a living, though he's always pretty vague about it for some reason.You still doubt you're invited, though. It's only been recently that a couple of your bullies, Stacy and Kinsley, have been warming up to you and being nicer. The change has come out of nowhere, but it's welcome to you.The clock is ticking until school starts. You walk into the bathroom and strip down, getting a good look at yourself.It's certainly you...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6455131I was a poster in that marvel one but no im not the qm from any of those
>Go out and buy a suit. You have money, right?You need to get a suit. It's not a question that you should get one for your prom, good thing you've been working a part time job as a dishwasher. It's probably not enough to get anything really nice, though you can still get something decent.Immediately reaching for your phone, you go into your banks app to take a look at your account. Quickly entering your password, you're brought to the app and some relief washes over you when you see you have $850 saved up. There's got to be something nice you can get with this, you suppose it's just a matter of where you look. Making an appearance matters to you, how else are you going to get invited to that after party?"Yeah, go get something expensive kid," an unfamiliar voice says behind you.Wait a minute, you weren't saying anything out loud. You quickly turn around, your mom washes dishes in the background of where you look."Did you say something, mom?" you ask her. She just looks at you for a moment, "not that i know of, Alex," she says in response.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6455139>I'm going to go all out with my suit
>>6455139>No, you're not just going to ignore that. Who told you to treat yourself?Ghosts? I’ll fight them.
>>6455139>No, you're not just going to ignore that. Who told you to treat yourself?Don't make us call the Ghostbusters
You're an average person, with an average job. One day, someone brought up the concept of lucid dreaming at work. It interested you greatly, so you researched a few methods, and prepared. What will you find, as you search for freedom in your own mind?Week 1Focuses:>Lucid Dreaming: [0%] [MUST BE DONE FIRST]Roll 1d100 to generate %. Players are limited to 1 roll per turn.Players can invent new focuses as they please, within the confines of the quest.
Rolled 4 (1d100)>>6455006I wanna fly, I wanna set myself free..
>>6455006>Write-In: Build a working nuclear fusion reactor>I am the subject, the hero.
I'll be honest, what are we doing exactly?
>>6456168>Goofy random handle >Retarded inscrutable dice mechanics>Nonchalant incorporation of race science >Minimal formatting and lots of spacing Maybe a 75% chance that it's wuxslop and what you're doing is >Wasting your time Which is the greatest common denominator for his threads
>>6456214Shame.. seemed cool too.Like I thought we might do something with our lucid dreams, perhaps go through adventures and quests in the night, but it's all for naught..
You are Kaguya Ryōko. You are a shinobi who now lives in the hidden village Yūgakure, and to your knowledge, you may be one of just two of your kind left in this world. Today is a big day for you, since it’s fallen to you to serve as the sole representative of your village in the international chūnin exams being held in Konohagakure. After clearing two previous stages meant to test your information-gathering and survival skills, the third stage consists of a tournament-style rotation of duels – of which you have won two.The next match will see two Konoha genin facing off against each other – Tsurugi Misumi, an unremarkable twentysomething with glasses who seems to usually keep his face covered, and Hyūga Hinata, the timid eldest daughter of the supposedly most powerful house in their village. Out of all the matches so far this is the second which you’re finding it difficult to predict – Uchiha Sasuke versus Hyūga Neji being the other owing to the relatively high level of apparent skill each contestant brought into it. But this match is somewhat opposite.Misumi Tsurugi’s preliminary match against Yamanaka Ino wasn’t much of a fight, and only really served to tell you two things. First, Misumi-san’s technique relies on softening his bones to improve his grappling ability. Second… he has a lousy personality. Hyūga Hinata’s preliminary match demonstrated that she can use the Hyūga clan’s specialty form of taijutsu… if her opponent allows it. Her speed and physical strength are fine for a genin, but not quite up to the standards of the strongest candidates still in the running.The two of them facing off in the middle of the arena paints a stark picture. If you had to guess, the way Misumi-san carries himself and smirks like he’s already won will make most of the audience think he’ll likely be the winner – but want to root against him anyway.“This is going to be a good time!” Misumi Tsurugi muses. Hinata-kun doesn’t say anything in response.Genma-san watches them both with a frown. “Misumi Tsurugi versus Hyūga Hinata… you may begin!”Hinata-kun throws a kunai at Misumi-san and closes the distance after it, forcing Misumi-san to duck low to avoid it. Unfortunately for Hinata-kun, it doesn’t stop him from weaving hand seals and clasping his hands together with his fingertips pointed at his opponent.“Suiton: Suireiha!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6455447Hinata using water needles actually happened in a filler episode, and like so many filler episodes it never comes up again.>>6455450Ryoko wouldn't really be in a position to know if her teammates are here or just listening over the radio like Tsunade. As for Naruto being in the candidates' box, that's down to Genma overhearing that Ryoko and Naruto had something to discuss in private.
>>6455435>Go and speak with Hinata-kun. Watching her fight revived your interest in her clan somewhat.Tempted to talk to Gaara but we are gonna fight him soon anyway.
>>6455435>Maybe go talk to Gaara-kun a little. He seems like he could use a distraction from his boredom.
>>6455435>>Maybe go talk to Gaara-kun a little. He seems like he could use a distraction from his boredom.I just like him
>>6455435>Go and speak with Hinata-kun. Watching her fight revived your interest in her clan somewhat.pulling out filler-only abilities is a nice way to expand on some of the nothing a lot of the side cast got.
Lo! ’t is a gala night,Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight,In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see,A play of hopes and fears,While the orchestra breathes fitfully,The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high,Mutter and mumble low,And hither and thither fly - Mere puppets they, who come and goAt bidding of vast formless thingsThat shift the scenery to and fro,Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6456491>>6456525>>6456601While I am sort of inclined to agree with Mr. Fucc insofar as thematically my conception of the character was originally a (typically) anachronistic Elder of the Circle, I have to say up front>consider these beasts the "automobile" or "car" how such a beast would function, growling fuming with smoke like a dragon with contained anger, heart beating loud enough to shake a mortal man but obeys there touch, as it tears down the scorched blackened paths of this future cityThat flavor text is baller as hell. And also what the character gets caught up on or interested in across the story is ultimately up to the voters, too. I appreciate the engagement too, with my attempts to illustrate how he is integrating modern technology with his old, weird framework. I know I could gloss over it and just refer to things as they are, and taking the time to expound on it can really lengthen my updates - but it feels necessary to give a full picture of him and his mind, you know? And you are picking up on how, in the eyes of a true Monster with a capital M, these kinds of misunderstandings can be the basis for a lot of gruesome horror!
>>6456487>>6456489Our destiny...
>>6456488>The Impaler Dracula, my beloved...
>>6456488>>The Cross - Sift through nightmare muck for memories and foresight regarding the Lancea et Sanctum. Visions of spears and fangs dance at the fringes of perception like flickering candles on the altar of a bleak chapel.
>>6456634Hey op, just wanted to shoutout the great work you’re doing with the quest so far; as someone from the Tyne area, growing up I ended up hearing a small local tale of the worm, it was always an enigmatic story as there was never really a moral as such other than the initial trapping of the worm in the well; however as a child we were told that one day the worm, in his wretched white maggot-like form, would not only regain his former power, but grow in size and emerge from the well and devour the world that so confined him, folktales abound but I thought I’d share a local anecdote and again wanted to shout out your attention to lesser known folklore and mythology from my area haha; keep up the good writing and this is a very well thought through setting
Humankind has finally begun its eminence over the world.The nations are thriving, populations are booming, and the peoples of the surface have finally been granted the freedom and comfort to pursue finer pursuits like music, art, and crafting of frivolous things like toys and trinkets. At day, the Lights Above protect the world as they always have, and, even at night, their illumination is now harnessed to protect the settlements of man from the abyssal hordes. This peace, however, has been thrown into doubt.Something is brewing beneath earth, out of the sight of the Lights Above. Cultists worshipping the Core and its false gods have been exploding in population, more and more Magecorps being corrupted to their cause. Monster activity has heightened, and the rate of their mutation has increased. Worse than all of this, evidence suggesting collaboration between monsters and abysskin, as well as the intentional mutations of monsters into increasingly more dangerous threats.You, for better or for worse, are on the frontlines of this developing battlefield. Your party, the Dawnseekers is a relatively new Corps from a relatively new guild. Serving under the Dawnstone, your merry band of Spelldivers, for their own personal reasons, have opted to risk their lives to combat the Core's darkness. You, regardless of motive, are humanity's first line of defense.Link to relevant information including mechanics, equipment, and spell sigils: https://rentry.org/spelldiversPrevious threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Spelldivers
Rolled 2, 5, 4, 3, 1, 1, 1, 4 = 21 (8d5)>>6455826Warpig strides forth with vigor into the knight, bellowing a hunt song as the cool night air fills his lungs. The moonlight smiles kindly upon his abutted armor, and he whispers a prayer to father moon, even as the pelt he wears on his shoulders takes on a shimmering gleam.>DEPLOY at 3>MOVE: Shoulder Bash 4F, Casting Dextrous Hand of the Ominous Gate on anyone I contact >ACTION: Cast Protection of the Inimical Guardian on myself WARPIG - 10+9/13 HP, 3/3 MOV, 13/9 DC>Statuses:9 BarrierDeath Knell (Can't be healed until end of next round)Endler's Habit (+2 PWR, +1 PWR vs Friendlies on Cthonic spells) Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 1, 3 = 4 (2d5)>>6455826[still sick, please see attached. Deploying at #1 and casting YOUTHFUL FESTIVITY on UR-GLARBAOTH (and Susanne herself).][Suzie is elated to be in battle, running her mouth (to herself) about what the mission entails. Very eager to use her tweaked spells]
>>6456275*changing target of YOUTHFUL FESTIVITY to CYNTHIA AND SUSANNE didn't realize Ur-Glarbaoth had Pride got him mixed up with Warpig again
>>6455826A pair of glowing circles resolve from a particularly dense blob of shadow. A inky pseudopod adjusts the spectacles upwards. >MOVING>LOAD RIFLE
Rolled 2, 3 = 5 (2d6)Rolling Shining Canary
In spite of your efforts you may be apart.
Voting’s closed. Deluge it is.
Working on the update.you won’t be fighting her yet. Not before a quick tutorial on the combat, anyway.
>>6455740greatest tragedy of /qst/, you come in too late and now all the glory has passed and all quests are on part 100 and you cannot be bothered to read through the archives.
>>6456227This is a shorter quest than most, with only two previous threads of relatively short length. it's doable.
Just checked.Devil & Instructress is ~27k wordsMonarch of Rape is ~40k wordsCurrent FTC is ~5k words
Fulmenaxor destroyed the last Mountainhall in a single night of fierce flame. The dragon blew open the upper gates, burned down the halls where the clans had mustered, and nested within the great treasure vaults while the survivors fled through mines, drains, forgotten roads. No other dwarf hold remained.The dwarves scattered. Some found work in foreign towns. Some hid in the wilderness. Others became servants, mercenaries, prisoners, or nameless wanderers. Families lost one another. Hope was entombed with passing time.Now six dwarf families have gathered at the mouth of an empty mountain. They intend to establish a fortress where the scattered survivors may return and live as dwarves again. You are their leader.A hidden refuge can protect only those to whom it is known. Therefore it's name must be carried by merchants, pilgrims, and rulers to the far corners of the realm, that it might reach the ears of those forgotten dwarves. But be warned, as the fortress becomes more famed, its enemies, drawn by legend and eternal greed, will commit ever greater forces against it. And if the traders carry its name far enough, Fulmenaxor may wake from his dreamless slumber and learn that some of his victims have built another hall.But for now, hope is quarried once more. It is time to strike the earth!Choose leader:>Datost CinderhelmDatost held the last passage open while other families fled, then led six of those families across the ruined roads, bearing a shield scorched black by Fulmenaxor's fire. Born of a martial clan, he rose to prominence in the old mountainhall as Captain of the Watch. Though once a prudent dwarf, the fall and subsequent exile have made him something of a madcap.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6456602adding onto this the argument for this, it's sort of absurdly demanding to send a chest ahead without a word and then not provide terms along which to negotiate. How much is Datost supposed to say is in the chest? How can he assure Zruk he knows? How much more can Zruk count on coming forth from such a mercurial party? Arlow isn't giving us little to work with for diplomacy, he's giving us nothing
>>6456605>>6456602I think I get the gist of your argument and it makes sense. But the chest isn't locked or anything like that and you can assume the delegate that was sent from Averone had the proposed terms ready (while giving you permissions to negotiate as needed) so it's not on those grounds that the argument can be made. But the mention of the bronze and that Zruk might be offended by the amount offered, as well as the advantage of delay etc. is all fair game. I'll say that this write-in option will defer the commission to next season, but also constitutes Datost agreeing to take it on at that time. Otherwise no change in status quo, and no rolling required.
>>6456540>>6456602+1
>>6456612 >Lord Arlow has sent a locked coffer sufficient to ransom the soldiers captured at the Old Quarry.Sorry, maybe this was meant to be changed in a later draft then? In any case I think a season gives us some time to think up how to handle his "delegation" as well
>>6456694(─.─||) Yes it's supposed to be just coffer not locked coffer.
