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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 = "Demon Lord Awakening Quest";
int postNumber = "3881990";
String image = "31892379.jpg";
String date = "10/20/19(Sun)12:24:04";
String comment = "The continent of Funzys is going through a serious crisis. A prophecy foretell the awakening of a powerful demon lord three years from now. Demonic cults are springing everywhere in the wake of this event and the various kingdom are in varying degrees of worry trying to determine where exactly this demon will spawn and whether it is possible to prevent it from getting into our reality.
In this time of uncertainty, you're a group of three adventures seeking fame and fortune!
Who are you (pick three):
> Kalil Gitram, the monk. With your technique of the drunken fist and your philosophy that the best for men is to not be born and the second best it to die quickly you travel the land getting really drunk and getting yourself in dangerous situations.
> Maeva Sertra, the elvish markswoman. An elf woman from the elvish kingdom in the south, you're specialized in precision shots rather than speed, being able to hit tiny moving targets very far away with your longbow.
> Juram Boldur, the fire mage. Trained in the royal academy of magic as a red mage, you mastered fire magic to a high degree and can dispatch your enemies with flames with ease.
> Talbor Olyhart, the paladin. Hailing from the church of Justice, you travel the land righting wrongs wherever you find them.
> Miker Xalbot, the halfling thief. From a tribe of nomads, you spent most of your life going from town to town pilfering stuff for a living, resorting to the sling and dagger when things go sour.
> Krogar Axberer, the halforc. Raised by humans in a village near the mountains, became a mercenary and then an adventurer, fighting with a huge battleaxe.
> Elzye Ekler, the priestess. Specialized in healing magic, she's not very good at combat and is afraid of insects.
> Kazumi Ilthiram, the dark elf halberdier. Once a foot soldier in the armies of the dark elves, she decided to travel to the surface world to learn more about its races and customs. She can cast a few minor spells.
> Forn Ironbeard, the dwarf. A former soldier in the dwarvish army, he decided to travel the surface world in search of riches to better his station once he decides to return to the dwarvish kingdom.";
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String fullTitle = "Saiyan Conqueror Quest 105";
int postNumber = "3879587";
String image = "12DB28F1-FC60-4200-BB46-263210C18087.jpg";
String date = "10/19/19(Sat)11:55:29";
String comment = "Seventeen years ago, the warrior race known as the Saiyans were annexed into Emperor Freeza’s army. Since that fateful day, the Saiyans have more than earned their title of warrior race. After the now-legendary Siege of New Salda broke the might of the Covenant’s empire, no other empire has dared to openly challenge the PTO’s military superiority, or the mighty Saiyans in battle. Entire systems have surrendered without a fight, thanks in part to the battle being spread far and wide through the Vox media empire. But how long can the might of the Saiyans remain unchallenged?
Welcome to Saiyan Conqueror Quest, currently Age 748. You the players control Karn, a Saiyan with a last-recorded powerlevel of 14,139,700, a general in Lord Freeza’s army, husband and mate to Meloka, father of many, champion of New Salda, wielder of the Stand Dragon Force, and as “The Dragon of New Salda” you are the unbroken symbol of the PTO’s might across the stars. The Saiyan race has enjoyed an unprecedented time of peace, but it seems that peace may br coming to an end.
Character Sheet, powerlevels, and other pastebins: https://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQ
Archive link: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
>PICK ONE option when voting, unless otherwise stated
>20 minute votes, 3 votes minimum to proceed
>Only first 3 correctly rolled die count, best of 3 wins
>If any two roll posts are within the same second, they will be counted as one roll and I’ll take the higher number(s)
>Crits are nat 100, unless otherwise noted(a 99 may net you an extra bonus)
>Crit fails will count ONLY if a 1 is rolled and no roll passes the DC, OR two 1s are rolled
>Two 1s will OVERRIDE a 100, resulting in a catastrophic crit failure
>I hold final say on any/all decisions
>Write-ins are both allowed and encouraged, but can and will be shut down at my discretion
>I can change any of the above rules at any time for any reason whatsoever
Quest will usually start every Saturday at 12pm EST, and run throughout the entire weekend. Also, for updates or schedule changes follow me on twitter @GrandDragonQM
Current Arc: Ghosts of the Past"
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String fullTitle = "Heavenly Jewel Change Quest #9 The Final Battle with Kreyzar";
int postNumber = "3880089";
String image = "HJCquest_9.jpg";
String date = "10/19/19(Sat)15:15:23";
String comment = "Rolled 43 (1d100)
For those of you unfamiliar with Heavenly Jewel Change. It is a Chinese Wuxia web-novel.
You can read it here, it is completed: https://www.wuxiaworld.com/novel/he
The Wiki (May lack information with certain characters but has all the mechanical information we need): https://heavenly-jewel-change.fando
Lots of things like place names and people will be OC. so I can run with interesting character ideas.
First Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
Last Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
MC Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/eUJQC3YB
You play as Zou-Do-Shai, personal bodyguard to the 6th Princess of the Dershwa Clan, and a Teleship Lieutenant for the Dershwa State military. Last time Sun-Di, Fei and you went to the Dragon Lord's mountain to try and save YianEyue. You succeeded, but not without killing one of their higher ups. Almost as soon as you came back. Kreyzar launched his attack. You got a team ready and are now orbiting the Moon ready to land and begin your assault.
Out of the corner of your eye you see something, a flash of red. Coming from the surface of the Moon.
"Watch out! Destruction Element!"
You and Shwei-Fa teleport out of the way, putting the ship out of range, you see the beam continue into space, probably forever. Like this you can't set up the barrier of Creation Element, tch, you need to land soon.
>Roll 3d100 best of ONE to find a good landing place. DC is my roll.
Rolling 1d100 for Kreyzar."
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String fullTitle = "999 Quest 17";
int postNumber = "3881903";
String image = "f87e248a9c580fff1b11ab83a0a4b322--scp-containment-breach-scp-foundation.jpg";
String date = "10/20/19(Sun)11:08:49";
String comment = "You are SCP 999, a blobby mass of joy and happiness for all! And currently, you just want to take a nice nap.
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String fullTitle = "Gun x Glory! #7";
int postNumber = "3875775";
String image = "GunXGlory2.png";
String date = "10/16/19(Wed)21:43:13";
String comment = "Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
The year is 2030, and competitive gaming is a worldwide phenomenon.
The world has come far from the days where professional gaming is stigmatized, stadiums erected in the name of physical sports soon being re-purposed into stadiums for competitive games. From high-octane first-person shooters to intense rhythm games – everything is accepted in this world where games reign supreme.
And you, Wolfgang O’Neal, have just secured your first win on a professional stage in five years.
Your vision remains dark as your mind is unplugged from Warscape, the sudden temperature whiplash taking you off guard. Gone is the sun within the game, instead replaced by the chill of the stage – you can only imagine how long it would take to adjust to that weird feeling, considering temperature wasn’t a factor in the game five years ago. Next, your sense of touch – the stiffness of your neck and back within the console, mainly.
Is this what professional players have to deal with nowadays? You recall the skirmishes with 0phelia and Cinder at your arcade, and with those you had snapped right back with no issue…right now you feel physically exhausted from having to play in this machine.
A second later, the helmet removes itself, and you look up at the gigantic screen that’s on display – you can make out the words displayed across it, the large letters reminding you of the feat you had accomplished.
>n0v4_c43s4r def. Rock
A part of you is still shell-shocked by the battle, and the other part feels strangely liberated. You had publicly gone out of your way to prove Rock’s assumptions wrong, and by doing so, you’ve done it to everyone else who said you couldn’t play without cheats.
As you begin to sit up, something occurs to you.
The arena is cheering, and they’re cheering loudly.
Before you can fully process this, the announcer from earlier appears out of the corner of your eye – he all but yanks you out of the console, making you stagger as he tugs you to center stage with little regard to your current state.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE BATTLE HAS BEEN DECIDED! HERE IS YOUR WINNER…NOVA!”
To your surprise, the crowd is going fucking bananas. Huh, and they were so opposed to you when you walked in. Neat.
How do you proceed?
>Scan the crowd for familiar faces whilst you attempt to reorient yourself – you’d like to make sure that 0phelia is still there and not planning to ambush you later.
>Tear your arm away from the man and walk off the stage and towards the other room – you don’t want all this attention right now, and you have a friend waiting.
>Ease yourself out of his grip and walk over to Rock’s console – you want the satisfaction of being able to look him in the eye and say that he was wrong.
>Stay where you’re standing and prepare to be interviewed like you’ve never been interviewed before.
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String fullTitle = "Innerworld Redux #1";
int postNumber = "3879830";
String image = "OP14.png";
String date = "10/19/19(Sat)14:00:17";
String comment = "Welcome to Innerworld Redux. This is a multi-faction fantasy civ quest, which means you will have the opportunity to play as a group within the nation you choose. You can also play anonymously, without creating a faction. On top of being a regular civ quest though, this is a revisiting of an older setting I ran with on here years ago. Some elements from that have been removed or reworked, but the details of that game are not needed to enjoy this one.
The previous Innerworld can be found in its entirety on the suptg archive:
(Civ selection incoming.)"
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String fullTitle = "Claymore: Second Swords Quest #36";
int postNumber = "3879686";
String image = "Claymore_OP_2.jpg";
String date = "10/19/19(Sat)12:54:23";
String comment = "You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, a half-blooded warrior formerly ranked Thirteenth by the shadowy Organization which gave you the powers which you currently possess. Those days are behind you now, however, as you were finally faced with a situation which you could not ignore. That very same Organization sent not just you, but several other warriors it considered either ‘troublesome’ or ‘interesting’ on a mission they plainly did not intend for you to survive.
That mission saw you taking on a genuine monster in the form of an Abyssal One, named Constanzia… as well as her twin sister, Rafaela. Those two form an almost unbeatable pair, one being the brawns and the other the brains, each individually beyond your ability to fight even in your peak form. But with both together it took having another monster on your own side just to survive.
The only reason you survived was because your mother happens to be another Abyssal One, Sabela, and from what you can tell every cell in her body is capable of the sort of rapid regeneration many of your peers can use. That makes her not only stronger and faster than you, but practically unkillable.
But that’s way above your reach for the time being.
Right now you have to concern yourself with the tenuous situation you and your fellow survivors have found yourselves in. That means taking yōma-slaying work on the cheap, spreading rumor of your presence in Hazaran, and building enough of a reputation to ensure that eradication requests come to you instead of always going to the Organization.
To that end, you have to clear the sheep village of Nain of any yōma presence.
“Guess I have to do that,” you mutter to yourself, deciding to tap into a little of your so-far suppressed yōki. Without it, you’d have a hard time sensing the presence of actual yōma here.
As it turns out, even with your yōki sensing at the bare minimum you’re having a lot of trouble.
You even take up a position atop the defensive wall for a better chance at narrowing it down.
“Hey!” a guard tries to get your attention as you stretch your senses out into the small village. “What are you doing up here?”
“Well that’s disturbing,” you grimace to yourself as the man gets a good look at you by torchlight. “Seems my targets have the same ability as I do… they’re suppressing their yōki.”
“Wait… you’re one of the...”
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String fullTitle = "Erithia Evolution Game";
int postNumber = "3874140";
String image = "Erith ancestor 1 (Lomo).png";
String date = "10/15/19(Tue)19:23:34";
String comment = "Welcome to planet Erithia. From a distance, this planet may seem barren and hostile, a world with barely a shell of an atmosphere. But look under the surface, and one will find massive cave systems, warmed by geothermal activity and bearing an oxygen-based atmosphere, with lakes, rivers, and all of the things that make an Earth-like planet.
The seas of Erithia, long home to microscopic bacteria and protozoa, now play host to four primitive multicellular organisms. It is your job to guide their evolution and help them adapt to changing conditions.
How to Play:
1. Open an image of a species in MS Paint or other editor.
2.Edit the image with an evolutionary change.
3. Save as a .png.
4. Post with description detailing the changes you've made. It is recommended that you include the creature's name (if it changed) and size as well.
5. There are two kinds of evolutions that can be made: descendants and branch offs. Descendants replace their ancestors, whereas branch offs do not. Branch offs must be sufficiently different in ecological niche from their ancestors to not replace them.
6. For convenience, please indicate what generation your creature is. For example, all ancestral organisms are generation 0, a species descended from those would be gen 1, descendant of that species would be gen 2 and so on.
1. Please be gradual in your evolutions. No sudden jumps or complete 'renovations'.
2. No ridiculous or unrealistic evolutions, obviously.
3. Every evolution must have a reason behind it. For example, things evolving eyes (despite being in a lightless cave) is frowned upon and will result in rejection of the species.
4. All species are accepted unless stated otherwise.
Anyway, pic related is the Lomo, a slug like bacteriovore that feeds on chemosynthetic bacteria near hydrothermal vents.";
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String fullTitle = "Panzer Commander Quest #54";
int postNumber = "3877022";
String image = "tcqop_54.jpg";
String date = "10/17/19(Thu)18:44:55";
String comment = "In the dark of the night, the dark uniformed and cloaked men, masked with full headed hoods that also served to repel the cold, stood vigil over a section of conquered ground. No fires warmed them, and the only light they saw by was what trickled through the clouds from the moon and stars, and gleamed ever so little off the thin coat of snow upon the ground. Though they hid themselves well from any wary eyes, they still spoke quietly with one another.
”Strannik, does this place not make you miss the sea?” One of the men spoke to their comrade. “For all that this victory means, with each step away from my homelands, I cannot help but feel that the heretics may have lands such as these themselves.”
“Hmmm.” The man being referred to as a Strannik was of a monastic order, yes, but of the old world, of the Federation. Caelus’s hold on the old continent was far from certain, yet to many, and men such as him, what had to be resolved in Vinstraga was of greater importance, especially when work started too late could be squandered by the Great Maelstroms. “It is not that the heretic is not allowed their land, brother in Godliness, it is that their cancer be contained. Despite their beliefs, they are still of mankind, and the Judge hath deemed them divine in such, in body and soul if not mind. The teachings may have been perverted first by the Cathedra and then by the abominable Kaiser in turn, but they are not exempt from penance. Penance that shall be exacted, in time, so long as the old ways are not ejected from these lands.”
“Yet the corruption must be burnt out regardless,” another Twaryian soldier said, running a finger down the edge of his rifle’s bayonet. “And penance of the ancestor may be paid by those who follow.”
“Excess is a dangerous vice, Serzhand,” the Strannik warned, “One that in the past tempted the Kaiser to proclaim his conquest and oppression as holy, need it be reminded.”
“A heresy continued, Strannik, and one that must be atoned for…no?”
“Hm. It is so. Should the heretic disregard the words of the Judge,” the Strannik cast a look out north, “Then to be turned back towards righteousness, they may have to be taught to fear a devil.”
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String fullTitle = "Young Justice: Meta Human Slave Quest # 5";
int postNumber = "3874844";
String image = "YJMHSQ5.png";
String date = "10/16/19(Wed)05:10:55";
String comment = "Welcome to Young Justice: Meta Human Slave Quest
You are Joseph Mercer. From a young age you excelled academically, to the point where the school curriculum was often too easy for you, and ultimately as a preteen you skipped a few grades and went to high school early. You continued to excel, and even as an underage freshmen took advance courses such as AP Biology. Unfortunately, your nature as a Nerd and your relative youth compared to your classmates made it hard to make friends, and by your second year of high school at the age of fourteen you had ended up as a solitary wallflower. Feeling bad for yourself and with your self confidence at an all time low, you responded to a self help advertisement online. This proved to be a horrible mistake.
When you got to the address from the add you were kidnapped by Meta-human traffickers and experimented on, gaining the power to control and manipulate your flesh. You were then implanted with a control device and thrown into some sort of super villain school with a number of other kidnapped teenagers.
After spending some time at the school, you've found a group of friends, and started to learn to use your powers. You've also discovered a conspiracy to slowly brainwash you and the other students into willing servants of the HIVE.
When we left off you had been comforting your friend Caitlin, who had been reminded of her trauma with a Fatherbox after watching the Headmistress make an example of a student who attempted to escape. You had convinced her to open up, when the Head Bitch herself barged in on the two of you and demanded to know what it was you were doing.
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String fullTitle = "QTG: Spooky Edition";
int postNumber = "3875356";
String image = "qtg spooky.png";
String date = "10/16/19(Wed)17:04:26";
String comment = "Welcome to /qtg/, where we shitpost, seldom discuss quests, and propogate misinformation for the hell of it.
>What the fuck is a quest anyway?
An interactive story in which the Quest Master writes until a major decision point, then leaves any reader(s) with options on how to proceed. Dice may or may not be included.
Advice and guides that are supposed to be helpful to aspiring QMs. Since this thread represents surprisingly very little of the board population, it's unknown whether or not any new QMs actually bother to read the contents therein.
A Discord server for some the denizens of this board.
Archive of quest reviews:
Ever wanted to criticise the shit out of the works of amateurs or try to bring to light some forgotten or ignored quests from their corner of ignominy? Then you are just the anon for this.
>http://archived.moe/qst/ (be mindful of fissures)
What was the most unexpected twist your quest took and how did you deal with it?
Do you generally try to stick to a plan when you're voting, or do you wing it?
Vote. This isn't a question
>Long-Term Open-Ended Quest Questions:
How has the long term quest(s) you're running/reading changed over the course of their long run? What was the biggest change? Or the most surprising?
>Make the Pain Go Away Question:
What is it that draws you to reading quests?
What are your plans for Halloween this year?";
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String fullTitle = "Hunter Quest #1.1";
int postNumber = "3878666";
String image = "989A49A4-4474-469E-A0EE-F5738B165E13.jpg";
String date = "10/18/19(Fri)21:00:16";
String comment = ">Previous Thread
Some men and women are called to a bloodier purpose in life. They are predators, warriors, slayers, hunters of the most dangerous prey. Some choose to hunt those who break the laws of men, seeking out the brigand and the witch. Some seek out those who insult the gods or consort with demons, banishing them to the seven hells. Some hunt down dangerous beasts, bringing them low, trading pelt and bone for coin. They all share the same Hunters spirit, the drive to bring down their prey no matter the cost.
You had just returned to the normally sleepy village, the nameless hamlet having had a child snatched into the forest by a foul creature, a Vargwulf, the twisted beast seeking to make a gift of her to its mate. You had pursued the monster through the ancient trees, following its trail to the lair of its would-be mate. Falling upon the male with your blade, you quickly dispatched the horror and carried the little girl to safety. Correctly assuming the female would follow you to reclaim her prize and feast on your flesh, you dealt it a mortal wound, sinking a poisoned dagger into its flesh and bleeding the beast until it was weak and desperate. Taking advantage of its fury, you dealt the creature a fatal blow and struck its head from its shoulders.
After tending to the girls wounds, you carried her back to the village, telling her stories of your homeland to cheer her spirits. Passing her off to her father and mother to be fussed over, you accepted your prize of one hundred and fifty crowns and a free stay in the village inn. After thoroughly relaxing in the comforting embrace of a pair of barmaids, you spent your first night in weeks in an actual bed. After waking, you decided to visit the village healer, selling your harvest organs from the male Vargwulf, the heart and liver being useful in various potions. After trading flesh for coin and coin for medical supplies, you asked after alchemical supplies, the potent agents being useful for dangerous situations.
>Skill list and inventory incoming";
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String fullTitle = "Ashes of Rhysode [Re:CODED] XI";
int postNumber = "3877413";
String image = "Ashes of Rhysode Front.jpg";
String date = "10/17/19(Thu)22:03:41";
String comment = ">https://twitter.com/AbominableMech
‘Heh,’ you let out, sparing Sansa a brief glance. You’re not one to kiss and tell, of course, not at all; you’re more than content to keep what you know for your own private indulgence and let others make foolhardy assumptions of their own. You give a small, defeated tilt of your head in further response, smiling to yourself, happy to allow him this false victory.
‘What say we go get a table somewhere?’ Sansa speaks up, glancing around. ‘I’m sure there’s … oh, right. Loft.’
‘Thousands of years of human progression and advancement and we can still screw logistics up like dial rotations,’ you comment, chuckling.
‘Oh yeah, you’re in Logistics, huh?’ Gerard reminds you, prompting a reluctant nod of admission. ‘You know, you might be eligible for a transfer if you get a move on on the administrative work. I’m sure there are a few rim stations that could take you.’
‘I’d rather be on the Survey Corps,’ you shoot right back. As Gerard lets out a small laugh, you take the chance to inquire further. ‘Any progress on the transfer?’
‘It’s only been like … a third of a standard Imperial Day,’ Gerard quips sarcastically. ‘Not all of process administrative work at the speed you shed fat, Lord Mishima.’
‘GERARD!’ Jodie hisses—no, yells—as she gives her boyfriend a very satisfying smack, practically aghast at the sheer insubordination and disrespect of your station. Gerard, however, merely frowns in puzzlement … right as the former turns to face you again, dropping into a bow so low and quick that you almost mistake it for an attempt at a headbutt. ‘Please forgive his rudeness, Lord Mishima. He knows not what he says!’
You barely hold back a snort of amusement … that’s really only held back by the warning look that the dark-haired peasant of a man gives you should you choose to indulge. As she glances back up—in a manner that greatly reminds you of Rosaria’s own interactions—you hold up both your hands in what you hope to be a placating gesture. While entertaining and … reaffirming, somewhat, the awe and everything that followed just got old very quickly. It was nice to be waited on hand and foot, of course, but you didn’t want people bowing and apologizing for sharing in your air supply every fifteen minutes.
‘It’s all right, Miss Jodie,’ Rosaria finally speaks up, extending a hand. It felt like she’d been silent for weeks. ‘Senpai’s a lot more easy-going than you think.’
Jodie laughs nervously as she straightens herself.
She stops mid-sentence … staring at Rosaria’s hand.
‘You’re a … Spacer.’
You notice that Jodie doesn’t reach out for it.
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String fullTitle = "Into The Heart Of Evil Quest";
int postNumber = "3879756";
String image = "2382897.jpg";
String date = "10/19/19(Sat)13:29:10";
String comment = "You were at the chapel doing your daily prayers as usual when you were summoned to the high priest's office by one of the novices. You hastly end your prayers and head to there at once.
"You summoned me your highness?"
"Yes, in fact I have a mission for you. It came to the attention of our order that the kingdom of Toravia in the south is experiencing great activity of undeads in the past few seasons and I would like you to go there to investigate it personally and see if you can deal with the threat. Whether or not you can deal with it on your own you must then report back to me. Understood?"
"Yes, your highness. I'll be travelling to Toravia at once!"
> A paladin of the Sun god
> A cleric of the Sun god
And what is your name?";