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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 = "The Tomb of the Sage";
int postNumber = "5122839";
String image = "Rogue1.png";
String date = "01/15/22(Sat)22:35:07";
String comment = "You are @non, the rogue. You have a shortsword, a chain shirt, two potions of grease, a potion of sleep, and a scroll of teleportation. You heard from some fat innkeep that there's a tomb just outside the city, and deep in its recesses is the treasure of the sage. He'll keep telling that story for years after you pilfer it.
You enter the tomb. The stone walls are hewn and polished like river stones. Dim lighting is provided by glowing mushrooms creeping along the floor. There are eight statues in this room, depicting long-bearded wise men deep in meditation. One seems carved of a different color stone. There is a door at the far end of the room.
>>Try the door
>>Inspect the statue
>>Eat a mushroom
>>Search the room";
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String fullTitle = "Neon Terminus Evangelion - 07 - See No Evil";
int postNumber = "5124869";
String image = "SeeNoEvil.jpg";
String date = "01/17/22(Mon)14:02:12";
String comment = ">Neon Terminus Evangelion
>Episode 07 - "See No Evil"
***
Old threads - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
Twitter - https://twitter.com/TimeKillerQM
My Discord - https://discord.gg/BnJeeu4
What's the deal with NTE? - https://pastebin.com/AXWHpqGp"
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String fullTitle = "Genesis: Evolution Tabletop.";
int postNumber = "5125263";
String image = "Evolution game rules genesis.png";
String date = "01/17/22(Mon)18:51:52";
String comment = "A new world is formed, its turbulent waves stir micro-organisms and activity that is ready to take form and change the face of the planet.
--
Previous game:
>>5099717
(No connection, just reference. Newbies are welcome)
Rules:
Please read the rules carefully. It may look like a lot, but it's mostly clarification, the gist of it is quite simple. Especially if you're a returning player. If you make an invalid action in the first 5 turns of the game, that's clearly caused by not reading the rules, I'll give each player a chance to rectify it. After that point, I'll no longer process invalid actions at all, which I think is pretty fair.
ONCE YOU ROLL, THE ACTION IS FINAL. If you roll expansion, you cannot then swap to evolution or migration.
>Joining the game
Draw your species in Paint and post an image.
Tell us something about the function of your species, and decide where it starts on the map. (Grazing herbivore, parasite, Apex Predator, etc.) No starting on the same tile, or adjacent to another player, so it's on a first-come-first-serve basis. You may reserve a spot in the game, but you may not reserve your tile unless you have a creature ready.
I'll stat your species accordingly and give you a starting sheet/skill.";
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String fullTitle = "Pokemon Trainer Quest Part 6";
int postNumber = "5128896";
String image = "Map.jpg";
String date = "01/20/22(Thu)04:07:26";
String comment = "Welcome back.
Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.
When a roll is called for, roll a D100 unless otherwise specified.
Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/
For a short summary for the new and to recap:
You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of Seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills.
Last time, you looked for pokemon, encouraged Holly to catch a few, had another run in with Team Green, handed evidence relating to them to the police, trained over lunch and tried your hand at fishing when you made camp, where you caught a Dratini.
Unfortunately, while retrieving your rod after it got pulled into the water by something hooked, you were pulled off your feet and hit your head.
The last thing you saw before blacking out, were a pair of glowing yellow eyes..."
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String fullTitle = "Gnoll Quest #8";
int postNumber = "5128028";
String image = "thread.png";
String date = "01/19/22(Wed)16:02:06";
String comment = "";
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String fullTitle = "Mass Effect Omega: Turian";
int postNumber = "5129451";
String image = "Blue_Suns_Trooper.png";
String date = "01/20/22(Thu)15:03:40";
String comment = ""You know your daddy was in deep debt, bitch?" Too beautiful a voice for such a mean blue cunt, you thought, but you knew it was best to stay silent.
The gun's stock hits the left side of your head caparace. It's disorienting, and you find yourself on the ground, resting your back on the wall of this piss-stained alley. You spit a bit of azure blood and look at your assailants with hate. Their blue armor and various markings denote that they are Blue Suns. Probably paid by that asshole Chev to collect.
"My father's dead." You respond, your voice ondulating with the usual flanging effect of Turian speech.
The Asari grabs you by the collar. "And he owed money. Next of kin has to pay, scales. So you better scrounge something up or I'll make you wish you did." Her chitinous visage has its side protrusions shake in frustration, even with that, it's a candid and inviting imitation of a generic female's face.
"I got nothing." You respond. Of course, another hit from her rifle follows, harder, this time, you almost felt your cheek break.
She's about to deliver another when the human behind her takes hold of her shoulder. "We didn't get paid to beat him, sergeant."
She shrugs. "I barely did anything to him." She takes a few steps back and puts the rifle to her shoulder and squats so your heads are levelled. "We'll be back next week. And the next." Her face moves in tantalizing fashion. "You'll have something ready for me, won't you, spikey?"
You don't respond, after a few seconds, she lifts herself up. "Nothing more to do here." She says, and signals his squadmate to accompany him. "See you soon, bareface."
That last one stung a bit. The asari leaves with his companion, and you simply sit there, doing nothing because there's nothing for you to do. It was all pointless. You save up any credits, Chev's thug-of-the-week beats you up for them. You looked out of this alley, it led right to a side-hallway of the district you were in. From there, a window showed the busy space around the district. Ships and shuttles flew from one place to the other, lights emanating from everywhere and nowhere an orange hue providing a background to everything around you.
"Hey kid." You heard the distinct flanging of a turian voice. You quickly got up and looked around you.
"Look up." You hear. You do, and you watch a squatting turian on one of the alley's elevators. He has a blue, military standard issue armor on him, including a helmet. You notice a hint of a weapon on his back. Turian military usually have sniper rifles on that shoulder.
"Another debt? As I told the other one, I got nothing." You say, tired of repeating the same old adage.
"I can give you something." The turian says.
You look at him in the visor, defiantly. "What?"";
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String fullTitle = "Body Horror Quest, Intermission Vein";
int postNumber = "5125916";
String image = "Body Horror Quest, Intermezzo.jpg";
String date = "01/18/22(Tue)10:01:23";
String comment = "Your name is Shu…or it would be, if this particular tale was hers to tell.
The world as anyone knew it is long gone, consumed from without by a ravenous being from beyond the stars. Humanity’s been reshaped into a vicious, feral thing by the Crucible, their bodies twisted into raging beasts of muscle and bone, voices and minds warped into tools of war. The Daughters—combatants elected by the Crucible to fight and devour their fellows to reach even the apex of hideous strength—are perhaps the lucky ones, granted the freedom of choice in a world where most humans, flora, and fauna have been melted down into a carpet of raw biomass that’s pulled taut across our world.
Like every other wretched soul in existence, you feel the pull—gnawing at your bones, pulling every fiber of your being towards the tether between a mutilated earth and an alien sky. You call it the Cord, and it’s said that reaching its summit will grant the Crucible’s victor the power to reshape all that is into all that will be.
A siren’s song, beckoning you to the end of all things…
…but you’ll fight it, in your own way.
In your own story, yet to be heard.
(This brief interlude will serve to act as a stop-gap between Veins 49 and 50, and will allow you to explore the perspectives of characters both in and out of your party. In addition, this may also serve to ease both author and audience back into the swing of things after a long break, and for everyone to catch back up.)
****
Previous Vein: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
Character Abilities: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet
Trypophilic Hive, Ver. 3: https://pastebin.com/bUWG6TNF
Relics, Ver. 7: https://pastebin.com/kHzW2hbd
Dual Techs: https://pastebin.com/2jZ5Zhyx
Character Profiles: https://pastebin.com/eL2zTZ4f
Quest Fan Works: https://docs.google.com/document/u/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/bodyhorrorquest
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String fullTitle = "Pizzeria Quest";
int postNumber = "5126311";
String image = "Rough Foxy Boy.jpg";
String date = "01/18/22(Tue)15:55:03";
String comment = "Pizzeria Quest Continued:
Archives: https://docs.google.com/document/d/
(Links to various Days/Nights up to the current one are at the top of the Archive)
Suptg links to prior threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Previous thread:
>>>5084532"
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String fullTitle = "Tai Lung Quest 18";
int postNumber = "5128722";
String image = "title.jpg";
String date = "01/20/22(Thu)01:11:48";
String comment = ""As I said, I just couldn't let it go. Perhaps it was just wanting answers for someone so close to me getting hurt, perhaps it was simply to keep the peace and finding the one responsible so I could turn them into the guards. What I did learn as a clue of sorts came from my students. While they were being held in the guard house, they had overheard that the attackers had several friends that were meant to join them but had stepped down at the last minute. Whether they came to their senses in time or simply backed out of cowardice I didn't not care but they could have the answers I seeked. Luckily they were far more cooperative than I assume their druken friends were. After a brief chat, I learned that the attack itself was not as premeditated as I assumed. The group had spent the previous night drinking with a man named Pema and it was he should planted the idea of attacking the diner and also responsible for spreading rumors. From what I've been told, he's quite the notorious drinker, spending most of his time doing odd jobs around the city to pay for his next drink. Curiously, he seemed to be sharing a rather expensive drink. From what I've been told it's a rather well known drink from a place called Dragon's Peak. A high class establishment from what I've heard and one that would never sell such a drink to the likes of him. Even more curious was the description of the drink. The men claimed it was some addictive qualities and that consuming it only made them yearn for more.
So, with that information on hand, I set out to find this ringleader. It took a bit but I actually found the man and quite inebriated at that which was fortuante as it made him far more talkative. Not only that but it seems he still had the bottle from the night before of which he gladly traded for a new drink. As payment for offering him more alcohol, he gladly told me what he knew. It was not him that spread the rumors but rather some aquaintance of his. One that he did not know the identity of. Knowing this man was drunk and known for spreading rumors against my partner, I sought out the validity of the claims. That is how I learned the origin of the bottle or rather verified it. What confused me at the time was the fact this bottle seemed to lack some important bits of the labeling leading me to assume it was a fake. However, upon asking around some more I learned that this was from the owner's private stash. One that he only shares with close friends and VIPs. With what little was left of the contents, I also visted an alchemist to see if anything could be found within. It seems that the bottle was indeed drugged though the name and nature of the herb I'll keep private as it may reveal the rest of the family's recipie for the drink. Nevertheless it seems that the stories all ring true mayor." You explain. Dronma glares at you, enraged and no longer keeping an act up. She steps towards you and despite her diminutive stature jabs you in the chest with a finger.";
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String fullTitle = "Kobolt Klan Adoption 2";
int postNumber = "5126523";
String image = "kobolt klan adoption 2.png";
String date = "01/18/22(Tue)18:33:42";
String comment = "-----
Previous thread:
>>5084905
------
Recap:
You adopted a klan of kobolts, and were cursed with turning into a dragon. You managed to recruit a muscular female plague doctor to help keep your insides inside.
More pertinant recap:
You just entered a town, there's goblins in their well and the townspeople are being really mean about it. You've also managed to catch dragon tuberculosis.
Also of note is that you've decided to REALLY INSIST on looking over an alchemist's lab, due to there being a lot of signs
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"Sir. I'm going to have to INSIST." You say, stepping forward. You're just about done with being nice, and if the alchemist does even the slightest thing that might indicate that he's going to be a problem about this, you're going to deck him in the face. The guard, Martin, is trying to keep things under control, and turns to you:
"Knight! This is a matter of law and safety! You can't just-"
"I very much can. I have the means, will and ability to search this place. Now shut up, boy." You say, letting anger color your voice. The guard seems to be a bit surprised at the outburst, but you're kind of over it at the moment. Yet, he still insists, and the alchemist stands behind him.
"All the same, if we permit this kind of thing it'll have long-term repercussions. There's a reason we-"
"I am a wandering knight. Helping people is my entire purpose, and I know that there is a high chance of my friend being in danger. Now will you let me search the place that has her dagger, or are you going to stand in my way?"
The alchemist then makes the mistake of stepping forward.
"This isn't some kind of... public library! Letting anybody in is a danger to my experiments, especially with the amount of thieving little lizards you apparently elect to take with you!"
He pokes his finger against your armor as he keeps ranting:
"And who are YOU to try and stop the advancement of science, hmm? Do you just seek to make things difficult for everybody? Is that why you bring those little things everywhere? I will demand it, even if the guard refuses to do so! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
You lean forward, slowly. The face you're nearly a head taller than the little man really comes into play.
"Make me." You say, before you wave to the kobolts:
"Search it, find me a place where-"
Pink is already yelling before you finished giving the order.
"Hatch under the rug!" She yells, and the alchemist freezes up.
"There's... there's nothing down there. Just some of the more dangerous alchemical reagents! You'll die without protection, it's toxic down there."
The guard, meanwhile, finally steps in.
"SER! That's enough! I'm putting you under arrest for trespassing and vigilantism!" he yells, putting his hand on your arm and trying to pull it behind your back... to no avail. He doesn't have the strength.
"I'm checking that hatch." You say.
(cont)"
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String fullTitle = "Wolf Lady Part 2";
int postNumber = "5129386";
String image = "20210301_205428.jpg";
String date = "01/20/22(Thu)14:13:27";
String comment = "You are Vladimir Pedro. A fine chef now assigned by God himself to take care of a feral Half-Elf Woman named Lepus Wolff. You are to train and help her become a proper lady among society and a powerful fighter. It's going to be a long journey but hopefully it will be worth it.
Updates are Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday.
When rolls are required it will after the majority votes on what to do.
Vladimir Pedro Stats
>Occupation: Chef
>Class: None
>Race: Human
>Strength: 9 + 1 =10
>Dexterity: 4 + 1 = 5
>Constitution: 17 + 1 = 18
>Intelligence: 17 + 1 = 18
>Wisdom: 17 + 1 = 18
>Charisma: 18 + 1 = 19
Lepus Wolff Stats
>Occupation: None
>Class: Monk (LV1)
>Race: Half-Elf
>Strength: 20
>Dexterity: 17
>Constitution: 16
>Intelligence: 7
>Wisdom: 15
>Charisma: 16 + 2 = 18
>Please add plus one to two of Lepus' stats candidate.
Previous thread: >>5081860";
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String fullTitle = "Weapon of an Empire.";
int postNumber = "5122829";
String image = "yuuichiro-n-p1021558.jpg";
String date = "01/15/22(Sat)22:24:16";
String comment = "You can't remember the face of your mother or brother. The last time you saw them felt like an entire lifetime ago, you know you should remember. It wasn't really that long ago. But your mind had let it slip somehow. But one thing you will never forget were those eyes. Your father's eyes. Wide and bloodshot, bruised and bleeding. He had tried to stop them from taking you. You witnessed the madness and hate grow, all without blinking. As they led you away, through your own tears, through the window of the hastily leaving car. Until it consumed him and his legs gave out. The village men restraining him, the only thing keeping him up. And so with little fanfare and the gradual turn of an unpaved road they were gone.
They had come for you on your ninth birthday, like they had for every other youth from your village. Whatever that damned place was named you couldn't remember. But you remember the tests, you knew them oh too well. Synchro tests, Hi and Lo. Nerve response timings, neural latency, all that jazz. Luckily or unluckily you were the only potential applicant. Testing to find pilots for their alien machines, weapons they loosely claimed as their own. The Interior Ministry wouldn't let such a prize go to waste, like a greedy dog it gobbled you up and whisked you away from that snowy place. No matter how cold it got, you were always warm there.";
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String fullTitle = "Hapless Guardswoman Quest #6 – Treasure Hunt";
int postNumber = "5125693";
String image = "Rhea's new look (one of them).jpg";
String date = "01/18/22(Tue)02:41:08";
String comment = "You are Rhea Silvia.
The past year or so has been highly unusual, with just about everything imaginable happening to you, but you feel like you have almost started coming to terms with all the weirdness in your life.
About a month ago, your master, the unpredictable but occasionally benevolent Dark Eldar rogue named Trys’ta dragged you along on her latest adventure.
You joined the crew of the Rogue Trader vessel “Lucky Wench”, owned by a shady associate of Trys’ta’s, the xenophile Rogue Trader Duffer von Krasman, a renegade even by the standards of his trade.
Fortunately, as a companion of Trys’ta’s, the crew of the Lucky Wench treat you with fear and respect. Not completely unreasonable given you keep company with Dark Eldar and Corsairs.
You have convinced Trys’ta and some of her companions to give you basic training with Aelderi weapons, and have become moderately proficient, no match for one of the lightning quick xenos, but you reckon with your enhanced biology, training, and the superior quality of Aelderi technology, you are now a fair bit more dangerous than many human fighters.
It is still a few days before you arrive at your destination.
You spent your morning:
>Fooling about with Namara.
>Hanging out in the meal hall, keeping tabs on the social interactions between Trys’ta’s (mostly Aeldari) reavers and corsairs, and the (mostly) human members of the crew.
>Reading anything that seems relevant in the ship’s library.
After lunch, you will:
>Try to pick which melee weapon you like the most.
>Experiment with different wardrobes and try to come up with a “look” that is both practical for exploring a jungle world, and appropriate to your newfound status.
>Go bug Trys’ta and her inner circle for more information on what is going on.
Your plans for the evening include:
>Lounging around the steam baths.
>Challenging that bitch Paula to a duel.
>Reminiscing about some of your past adventures over a few drinks.
Previous threads here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
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String fullTitle = "Reptilian Infiltrator Quest Vol. 11";
int postNumber = "5125865";
String image = "A Date with A Devil.png";
String date = "01/18/22(Tue)08:52:33";
String comment = "It’s nighttime, outside the great multicultural metropolis of Hawksong. Earlier tonight, the city’s auspicious Mages’ Tower held their annual fundraising gala for the city’s elites, only to find it interrupted by the explosion of the quarter’s famed Endless Fountain. Confusion reined, festivities were drawn to a halt, and a confused crowd of local bourgeoisie were herded outside. In the confusion, nobody seemed to notice—at least, not right away—that one of the Gala’s guests and several of its staff had slipped away.
You are a Reptilian Infiltrator, the half-human agent of an ancient and scaley master race. Having attended the Tower Gala in the guise of Ismena Rosgard, exotic-dancer-turned-businesswoman and plus-one of a respected merchant’s son, you actually orchestrated the attack on the city’s beloved monument as a cover to slip underground and into the Tower’s lower levels. In the process of this grand infiltration—the culmination of months of planning and effort!—you…
>Seduced, drugged, and sinuated an incubus’ ectoplasmic influence into the second-born son of Hawksong’s Paladin King
>Stole a magic dagger and a cute chimera from the Gala’s presenters
>Slew or brainwashed a not-insubstantial number of the Tower’s upper echelon, including a Magus Auctor, a Reliquarian, the Head Demonologist, and the Head Chimericist
>Liberated and recruited a host of imprisoned demons, as well as some powerful chimeras
>Discovered the long-lost remains of the Great Green Dragon, champion of your Reptilian gods, and released his mutated offspring from cruel bondage
…and perhaps most important of all…
>Acquired the dwarven master stone which was the lynchpin of Hawksong’s planned city defence program!
As that program involved unfailingly unflappable golems capable of identifying and countering your people’s magic and shapeshifting with unerring accuracy, preventing the institution of these stony sentries is a major coup—your great and shining success as an agent of The Grand Design of the Dark Gods and their Serpent Priests.
It was an exhaustion ordeal—you lost an ally, and nearly died twice! Still, as you exit the cavern system connected to the mages’ hidden magical-waste disposal area and breathe the sweet midnight air of glorious freedom, you finally, FINALLY feel a measure of worthiness to your mother’s glorious and ancient race!";