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String fullTitle = "Welcome to /quest/ - Quests";
int postNumber = "2";
String image = "";
String date = "04/27/16(Wed)18:37:33";
String comment = "This board is for author-driven collaborative storytelling (i.e., "Quests"). In a quest there is a single author who controls the plot of the story and who drives the creative process. They can choose to take suggestions from other posters, or not, at their sole discretion. Quests can be text-based, image-based, or a combination of the two. Drawfaggotry is strongly encouraged!
To facilitate the author-driven nature of quests, /qst/ differs significantly from other boards in that the OP of a thread is considered the quest's author, and has some basic text formatting abilities: [b], [i], and color tags [red], [green], and [blue]. Therefore, only those people willing to put in the effort to be a quest author should post threads. If you do not intend to run a collaborative story, do not post a thread here! This includes meta-threads.
Dice rolling follows /tg/'s format (e.g., "dice+2d6" without the quotes in the options field rolls 2d6).";
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String fullTitle = "Once More Another Isekai #6";
int postNumber = "2907047";
String image = "deer_mother.jpg";
String date = "09/21/18(Fri)18:24:52";
String comment = "__________
Name: Marianne Du Legoune
Skills & Magic
[Fire arrow] [Fire Creation] [Fire Resistance] [Water Creation] [Water Arrow] [Torrent] [Heal I] [Triple Strike] [Blessed Child]
[The Witch Hunter] [Masochistic]
"I-I'm sorry...All I've done is cause trouble for you..." I said under my whimpers.
"It's fine. Don't be."
Marianne held me throughout my incessant sobbing, tears rolling down my cheeks from the eyes I hide from the world. It boggles me. Scares me that someone cares about such a person. Even the pain of being singed by fire is incomparable to the choking feeling in my chest. It brings me back to the past - it drags me. The dead air in my house and the heavy invisibility at school. Why am I like this now?! I'm powerful right?! I'm something else, this is my life now.
This is my world right?
> "I-I'm thankful for your kindness, Marianne. But being a maid seems...unproductive. I want to become stronger."
> "I'm fine with being a maid for now, but I don't wanna meet those people. Can you promise me?"
> "T-Thank you... so what sort of maid uniform am I going to wear?... Mistress?
> "I think... I want to stay here. Just like this a bit."
> Hug and kiss
Previous thread: >>2897520
Fuuma Nagaro's Status: https://pastebin.com/j89Sdf9T
Additonal Info: https://pastebin.com/u/ab1rd
--- Stuff You Kinda Need to Know ---
Dice rolls are best out of three
Critical fails are (1-10) and critical successes are (90-100)
Please greentext your vote or write-ins. This is an obligation but it helps counting.
Please don't use the side-stories to Fuuma's advantage. Other than that you're free to talk all you want about it.
I, as a QM, tend to fade in an out of existence. Sorry if this bothers you, I'm trying to get God to do something about it. Raphael said he would help me but he hasn't rung me up for the past week."
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String fullTitle = "Rebellion Boiling";
int postNumber = "2910381";
String image = "Repent Motherfucker.png";
String date = "09/22/18(Sat)20:37:48";
String comment = ">What is this?
This is a Free-form roleplay set in the grim darkness of the far future of Warhammer 40,000. It follows the (often times) heretical adventures of a Regiment of Imperial guardsmen which have been forced to work for the Inquistion, recovering artifacts, fighting Xenos and chaos forces, and attempting to keep themselves from being executed by the nearest Commissar for heresy.
>When do you guys make these threads?
Usually Saturdays at 11:30am Eastern Standard Time. Although we'll often make a new thread throughout the week, if we hit the bump limit early on.
>This is a split off from Inquisitorial regiment, what will happen? Nobody might know for sure. What is sure is that we will see some plotting, and general shenanigans around the ship.
>Also, lots of people seem to have to repent or some shit idk.
>This is a more serious and structured RP, with more tightly knit rules, and fewer people.";
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String fullTitle = "Star vs Quest 2 Mk 13 "Get thicker Dick Skin" edition";
int postNumber = "2910264";
String image = "db1.png";
String date = "09/22/18(Sat)19:57:13";
String comment = "SESSION
>In the desert bowl of the Jaggy Mountains
>Far in the North of a land called Mewni
>Where magic masters and baleful beasts run rampant
>There sits a bigass dead Worm Monster
>Inside that worm is an endless sea of meat
>Also roughly 6 gallons of bloody semen
>You're a magic boi
>With wacked out powers
>Gifted to you by your Mom
>Who is also magical
>You were just in one of your many MEAT SUITS
>Which you unfortunately could not entirely control
>You DID keep it from eating the heart and genitals of your former best friend
>You just had to to it by overloading it's primitive mind with Boner-thoughts
>So it Nutted
>With your dick
>Into the dead Giga-worm
>As a result
>A thick-ass Demon Goddess decided she was -not- going on a date with you
>She wants you to come crash a huge royal party
>That way she can introduce you to the power players of this magical realm
>You are Anonymous
>You just killed the biggest thing you've ever Mc-Endered
???: "Oh, honey this doesn't look like the hardware store."
>and a baby
>Have just waltzed through the portal Hekapoo left open
>You are currently on your side
>Watching them meander about
>You are in your human form
>Waist deep in purple Worm blood and ejaculate
Man: "We got the vertigo didn't we? Got turned around in a back alley and ended up at the service entrance."
Wife: "What's this pool doing? Shit looks like something I'd put in a commission novel."
Man: "Hey! Hey you, kid."
>The man begins to approach
>Steps right into the bloody pool
>His veins bulge and turn blue
>He looks down
>TO WITNESS THE SWARMS OF PARASITES THAT ONCE INHABITED THE WORM
>TEEMING UP AND UNDER HIS SKIN
>THEY PRY HIS MUSCLE FIBERS OUT FROM HIS HEELS
>His wife realizes quickly that it's far too late to struggle
>She's being pulled down into the goo by green neon tentacles
>Her body is liquified
>She doesn't scream
>As if she always knew it would to a death of unimaginable horror
>The child falls from her hands and vanishes into the mire
>Nothing visually informs you of it's demise
>Merely the shine of carapace covered bodies teeming in the muck where she was submersed
>In a breathless moment the family is gone
>Before his body is fully shredded to atoms the man whispers
M: " but I cleaned my room..."
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String fullTitle = "What lurks in the fog";
int postNumber = "2913264";
String image = "Boletaria.jpg";
String date = "09/23/18(Sun)16:43:48";
String comment = "Al' Austur was once a great kingdom. An expanding flourishing nation filled with merchants and knights.For it was afterall one of the most powerful miltary kingdoms. It achived this military prowess thanks to it's asturian iron, which, while being weaker than normal steel, was much more malleable and abundant in such quantities than each and every sword, axe, or mace that each and every alasturian soldier wielded was made of it.
The second and greatest asset than Al 'Astur had was it's magicians. It was as if the very air around Al' Astur amplified magic, and this attracted sorcerers of all schools of magic towards the city.
However, their greastest assest would be their undoing, as Al' Astur, the Kingdom of the Fog, is a cursed land, filled with creatures beyond mortal imagination. None really knows what happened, only that 120 years ago the Mist enveloped the capital in a single night and soon after, the whole kingdom.
Since then, search parties to the lost city have become a promise for gold, glory, knowledge and whatever farfetched promise imaginable.
But what about you traveller, what brings you here?
i'll post classes and stats in a short while";
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String fullTitle = "Fuck Me, My Daughter's A Magical Girl! quest #15";
int postNumber = "2902261";
String image = "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, and I'm pretty hard.jpg";
String date = "09/19/18(Wed)19:21:08";
String comment = "Your daughter, Melon, a magical girl, and she's been hiding it for a year. Your wife, Liska, is a kitsune, and she's been hiding it as long you've known her. Your current boss, Bernie, is a dragon (who might be a world-ending apocalypse), and he's been hiding it for as long as you've been working for him.
Your new subordinate at the accounting job, Reynold, is working for some agency with an acronym, and he's been hiding it from you as long as you've known him. Well, until you found the wire. His girlfriend, Rosemary, is a Leanan sídhe (and you're still not sure how to pronounce that), and she's still hiding it from him. He was hiding his employment from her, too - and that's not really your problem. They get to sort THAT out on their own. (Although Liska's been giving Rosemary some advice.)
You'd meant this to be a nice family barbecue. Introduce a couple of people to magic, have a powwow with your crew (three wizards, two witches, 1.? demons, some other folks, and a ton of magical girls) about how to deal with the magic rats that hold contracts on the magical girls, that sort of thing. Very low-key.
Everything got disrupted when Melon's friend, Mary, ascended to goddesshood in front of your eyes, and the magical backlash knocked down everyone in the magical yarnball you accidentally created.
There's really no explaining how things got here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
That drew in the local dragon, Bernie (with a few of his crew), and Dionysus (who goes by D. Onassis now, thank you very much) a Greek god who happened to be in to be in town, and recently signed on as a client at Bernie's accounting firm.
So far, it's been rather peaceful, as your parties go. There was the part where Kelly (known as the Angel of Death in underworld circles) died and came back, after playing Russian roulette with the Grim Reaper for both his life, and that title people stick on him. Kelly won both times.
Oh, and the part where a magical girl became a goddess. And the part where you found out the government mole (Reynold). Also the part where you summoned Ellie (your older sister who became a magical girl, cut her contract and walked into Hell about thirty years ago) and pulled in your brother in law, Haru, with her. In giant fox form.
That's sort of your fault - you did set them up together. And he did decide to stay with her in Hell, last time everyone went there. (Was that really only a few days ago?)
Did you forget to mention the kitsune are all in heat or rut? They are. It's made for some awkwardly disturbing scenes with Melon. It's made for some awkward (but enjoyable) scenes with Liska. It's made for some awfully disturbing scenes between the two of them.
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String fullTitle = "DC Quest #53";
int postNumber = "2906653";
String image = "DC Quest Battery 2.png";
String date = "09/21/18(Fri)15:57:38";
String comment = "This quest takes place in the DC Universe with characteristics mainly pulled from the animated TV series and films.
You are Reno, AKA Black Rider Battery! After a tremendous journey from boy to super-powered fighter, you've started taking the first steps to becoming a established name in the world of metahumans! It is now 5 years in the future, where you've raised a tower in your name! The 54-story building not only houses many of your Tamaranean and Oni subordinates, but the underground metahuman fight club known as The Metabrawl! Recently, we've turned a simple volunteer beating into a chaotic journey through time and space, arriving at Earth 3! Now you're faced with allies and enemies who've had their roles reversed in this bizarre world!
-10/15 Minute voting period after each post, I will now specify how many votes are allowed per post.
-Some actions (typically combat choices against non-generic enemies and certain social situations) will require 3 D100 rolls, using the best of the 3 rolls for said action.
-Critical successes/failures are 100/1
MC Powers and Inventory
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String fullTitle = "Court of Swords Quest: Thread Two";
int postNumber = "2910136";
String image = "sofiaOP2.jpg";
String date = "09/22/18(Sat)19:23:15";
String comment = "It is said everywhere, from trade-chatter in the Unfree Cities in the east to the Hoppalon Archipelagos in the west, that all rivers in the world share the same source. This is demonstrably untrue but nevertheless, if you know the right way, you can follow any river deeper and deeper inland up towards a single point. And rising there higher than any mountain, atop an aquatic plateau whose edges are perpetual waterfalls, is the city. It stands between the bickering central nations but obeys, respects and recognises none of them.
It has a name, Aquitae Cogituum, but this name barely matters as its citizens simply call it the City. For only rarely would they ever see another. And why would they? It is the grandest city in all the world. It sits close to the heart of all things, above the Font and is both above and separate from all the Lesser Realms. To the city, the matters of the world outside...don’t.
Down below, prophets dream of walking its streets and wars are fought and kings slain for their meagrest treasure. For here it is said that all magic is born. This is something only said by those of the Lesser Realms of course, as it is a statement that would only invite scorn above. Magic is a foreign word. The people of the city above have no word for magic in the same sense that fish would have no word for water. Of course you could say that a fish doesn’t have a word for anything but in the city it just might.
It is the City of Dreams, the City of Reflections and the City of Revelation. It is also, rather more relevantly, the City of Duels.";
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String fullTitle = "Paranormal Agent Quest";
int postNumber = "2907129";
String image = "OPPix.png";
String date = "09/21/18(Fri)18:48:51";
String comment = ">So, this is now a thing. Thanks to the excellent Pixelfag for the image used in the OP.
A bead of sweat drips down the fat man’s forehead, rolling down from his greasy scalp. The poor sap’s been leaking like a sieve the past five minutes and the stink of him is atrocious; you’re sorely tempted to call it quits just so you can breathe again. Sorely, though, isn’t the whole mile, and there’s an awful lot of cash riding on this last play.
“Come on, friend. Make the play already,” you urge, making sure to inject just the right amount of uncertainty in your voice to reel the fish in. It works, as it always does, and a spark of confidence flashes in his beady brown eyes. He’s sure in that moment that he’s got you dead to rights; that Lady Luck smiles down even now.
In your experience, the fickle old bitch only sides with those who make damn sure she’s on their side and not the other guy’s.
And you’ve asked very nicely.
He reveals his hand: Four Queens makes Four of a Kind. Oof. That certainly would have won him a regular game, and his triumphant, beaming smile would paint him the victor to anyone watching. Indeed, one of the dropouts whistles in appreciation. Smug and flush with his impending victory, he raises his eyes to meet your own.
Where his good humour bleeds dry as he takes in your own equally triumphant gaze.
“Very nice,” you murmur, before setting your own cards down.
Like watching magic unfold, the small crowd gasps as you set down a Nine and Eight of Spades to slide alongside the Ten, Jack and Queen of Spades already present.
“Straight,” you say, releasing a heavy sigh of relief, “Jeez, that was close.”
Instantly, the fat man is on his feet, face already purple with indignant rage.
“Cheater!” he seethes, snatching up the rest of the deck with a speed belied by his prodigious size, “I know I saw the Eight before earlier!”
“Cheater? Me?” you ask with as much innocence as you can.
“Just you wait, I’ll prove it!” the pig growls, sifting through the deck with admittedly impressive speed.
“All right, help yourself to my cards,” you say with a dry voice.
He won’t find anything, of course. He is also entirely correct in his assessment: you did cheat. But if he’s hoping to catch you with a mere duplicate card, he’s going to be disappointed.
Sleight of hand goes so marvellously well with a bit of glamour, after all, and already the confusion is apparent on the Sweltering Wonder’s face as he double and triple checks but finds not a one extra Eight of Spades.
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String fullTitle = "Princess Quest Part 3";
int postNumber = "2912382";
String image = "1.png";
String date = "09/23/18(Sun)12:19:09";
String comment = "OH SHIT NIGGA, you're the Princess of a medieval fantasy whatever Kingdom, shieeet
Your father, the King, has been murdered. The realm is in disarray, warlords, criminals, bandits, vandals, loiterers and general ne'er-do-wells run rampant. It is now up to you to lead your army accross the land to quell the chaos, find
your father's killer and have your Revenge!
You have just retaken the capital from a dark lord and his demons. Your army is victorious and you punched a hole through said dark lord. Now what will you do?
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String fullTitle = "A completely mundane quest";
int postNumber = "2911362";
String image = "tegaki.png";
String date = "09/23/18(Sun)00:51:55";
String comment = "This is Jacob. Jacob is a NEET who sits on Mongolian weaving boards while feeding cheetos to his greasy face with 4 chins. He does nothing almost all day every day, sitting as his desk doing whatever. Today, things might change, but probably not. Among his harem of anime posters, one of them seems to have a smudge on them. Also, he seems to have a phone call and someone at his door ringing the bell. That's odd, his parents don't usually ring the bell when they go out. He still browsing that video game board talking about anime because someone implied video games were fun.
>Investigate the smudge on waifu #37
>Answer the phone
>Go to the front door
>Continue to shitpost.";
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String fullTitle = "Pokemon Island Adventure Quest #90";
int postNumber = "2913790";
String image = "Loanah locations with card6.png";
String date = "09/23/18(Sun)19:23:12";
String comment = "Akaneki Wrap Up!
ALL BINS: https://pastebin.com/u/Gobblepokemo
Character info pastebin in progress: http://pastebin.com/iB0tb7rz
Dice odds for best of 3: http://pastebin.com/994WTT3g
Latest bin: https://pastebin.com/MnTZZFQu
There is a 10 minute voting period after each post. Non-contradictory votes will be combined as best as possible.
Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.
Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.
Combat mechanics involve three rolls of 1d100, taking the best, and using the base accuracy and crit ranges of the the PTU system, roughly, but the 'turn order' will be more like the anime, where sometimes you can do a few moves in a row or be hit by a combo of moves yourself, all depending on circumstances. Stronger moves tend to take more time and have more cooldown than weaker moves and also may leave you open to an interrupt, so beware of that timing. Speed is more important for closing ground, intercepting, and other things and doesn't necessarily mean going first.
Pokemon and trainers are unique, and may have certain specializations, skills, or other things that the video-game mechanics might not allow. Some examples: That kung fu Bellsprout in the anime, that crystal Onix, or a Roggenrolla that can fly. Herb's perception skills, pokemon knowledge, context clues in general, and other things will hopefully come into play to avoid completely unfair, unforeseeable bullshit, but expect more bullshit from more advanced trainers.
Call me out on a mistake and receive a suggestive picture, mostly likely a butt.
Location: Akaneki, the Fighting Gym
Recently: Herb, Laki, and Hana all earned a Fighting Spirit badge"
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String fullTitle = "Magical Girl For Hire #57";
int postNumber = "2906402";
String image = "Miranda Styles #57.png";
String date = "09/21/18(Fri)14:03:29";
String comment = "When you charge wakes up, you’re already waiting for him, having taken a quick nod off yourself. There’s not much in the way of necessary preparations- but that barely seems to register with him as his eyes meet yours and he yelp, nearly jumping a foot off the bed. “WHOA, hey! Who’re...wait…”
As he settles down, you find yourself wondering just what you’ve signed on for. This kid…
“So it WASN’T a dream...wow…” And then he snaps to attention. “Oh geez, what time is it?”
“Six forty-five in the morning,” you answer quickly. You’d been eyeing the clock for a while now…
“Crud! Okay, okay, we’re not late, but we gotta be fast- hold on!” And he races into the bathroom. You’re just glad you’d already availed yourself of the facilities before he woke.
Hello, noble summons, and welcome back to Magical Girl For Hire Quest!
General Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/MGFHQHandler
Character Details: http://pastebin.com/9J70gqM2
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String fullTitle = "A New Mutant Quest Issue #9";
int postNumber = "2905549";
String image = "New_Mutants.jpg";
String date = "09/21/18(Fri)01:24:23";
String comment = "You are Kojo Reyes, mutant kingpin of crime.
In the span of two days, you wiped out the New York Yakuza by flipping the Oyabun's second-in-command and killing the pain killer addict yourself, convinced Silvio Manfredi to kneel, subjugating the New York Maggia; and devised a master plan that arranged for Kingpin to be assassinated with his lawyer taking the fall and you inheriting everything the man legally owns. The master plan didn't really go as planned and you had to get personally involved but the fat man's dead in every sense of the word: you tore out his soul and ate it. Had the plan not gone awry, you wouldn't have had the opportunity to do so.
All that remains for you to do is reforming your gang's organizational structure, subjugating or destroying Kingpin's now free vassals, and waiting for news of Wilson Fisk's death to spread around before Silvio can present the will you had made to the media so you can step up and introduce yourself to the world by claiming a fortune. May not be enough time after every thing's done to relax before the people you and your father pissed off come knocking, though. At the very least, you can settle into your role as a CEO of a company before that happens and try making a few powerful friends.
There's nothing you can't do and nothing that can hold you back now.
>[X] "Yes, they need to know I'm their boss as well."
>[X] "Let's go take a seat at the bar. I wonder if the bartender stocked up on my favorite since last time."
>[X] "Have you read the will?"
It's best for every one of Silvio's men to know that you're their Don as well as Silvio's. There can be no division between his ranks and your own. Most of them will answer to Silvio and only him, but they have to understand they also answer to you even if you decide to keep him as a vassal in place of integrating his Maggia family into your reformed organization. Might be hard to get rid of the Maggia culture if you go with integration, but you can model your organizational structure close enough to the Maggia's to just focus on making your people, who are mostly impressionable teenagers used to adopting different gang culture, adopt Maggia customs. Problem with that would be it could confine you to the advantages and disadvantages that come with using the Maggia's structure when there are other options.
"Yes, they need to know I'm their boss as well."
Silvio nods his head before he walks past Marcus to the center of the lounge bar floor, as you and everyone else follow him with your gazes. The old man glances around him, straightens his tie, smiles, and sighs.";