I can feel it all. My name is Fernández. I am currently deep underground in a Bunker in the city of Libertad. It is a large city in the south of the land of Buena Vida, which was a fairly nice place until the war. The city is under siege, and I am hiding my family and several refuges here so the Gobaku army doesn't slaughter us.
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Wake up... Wake up... Come to me.
A quiet study, lit by the light of a candle and a simple torch, hung from the wall. Countless books and papers litter the floor and shelves.
Chapter 1: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/253182.html Sable, they're getting rowdy. We have no choice. I'm sending you on one last mission.
ok here we go.
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Now exiting dormant state While that Narus is asleep, I thought you might like to accompany me, as I do not sleep. Perhaps we can get to know each other better. Presently you are with a part of me that is far away from Narus. We can spy on someone somewhere, play pranks, make friends, prey... As long as it has nothing to do with the affairs of Uis or its inhabitants. What would you like?
old threads >>237125 >>242298 >>246116 Discussion thread http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/335842.html
You were sent here to infiltrate, along with another. The two of you were covert operatives, intended to permeate the planet's governments, to bend the minds of the natives to your wills, to influence their culture all the better for total assimilation into the empire.
ight as well use those six months." "Fine. Who we'll be sending?" "You tell me, you're the boss." "'The boss' cares not about who'll be going in." "'The boss' still gets to decide. We'll go trough the steps then-- [Lander] or [Spacer]?" "Either can do it, so what's the difference?" "Its the difference between a meatbag and a tincan."
Sigh...
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[My first adventure! http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/204114.html ] Hello again! It's been a while since we last talked! Right now Eirik and I are crossing the stream on out way to the nearest human civilization. He put me in a metal barrel and we're heading there now. We made some small talk along the way and I found out the ones who burned the town down was a group of orcs. He says it would be a open closed case but the Orcs had some sort of magic fire. There are a few theories on who gave it to them but he says he needs more info to really figure this out. I may be a smart girl but most of this is going over my head @_@
"[IT IS FINISHED.]"
WIki: http://tgchan.org/wiki/The_Icon Prelude: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/95660.html Chapter 1: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/95893.html Chapter 2: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/132287.html Discussion 1 (Closed): http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/374.html Discussion 2: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/324607.html
I know I said I would never call upon you again but I need your abilities once more. A dragon now stands before me and the Door. One of the few dragons left in this world.. As much of a sin as it may be to slay it I must. So Guardians..
[Wiki:] http://quest.lv/wiki/Tory's_tower
On the ShadowWorld: Nok'chteh-korr, 9 PinkSkin P.O.W.s are taken to the Gorcha Coliseum. Astranian Spectators line every seat, each one eagerly awaiting the main event. Announcer: ". . . 9 of the most vicious pinkies we could find will consecutively face off against one, you heard correctly folks, ONE Astranian SpaceMarine; our local hero PELENDINA ZANE!" Choose your first pinkskin!
'The Rezan people are superior to all others. There is no doubt. Others must be shown the glory of the Rezan nation, and its people. If they resist, then subjugate. If they rebel, then kill. If they submit, then help.' -Makag family teaching, pupils becoming slavers are forced to recite this daily upon their fifth birthday.
...eh?! AH AH WHAT THE FUCK TGCHAN?! YOU DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS YOU'RE IN A FUCKING HURRY WAT DO >_
Previous Books: http://tgchan.org/wiki/Bite_Quest A lot had happened to Spikesby since he'd left Blacksoul's tower so long ago. He had made lots of friends, and saved people's lives. Now, he stood on the edge of the Sea of Oblivion, finally ready to be free of the influence of the Wizards forever. Isenore, Llewyn, Ria and Spikesby had gathered supplies and made their way to the wall of the Sea. Lights seemed to wink dimly in the depths of the black mass - vague shapes and indistinct forms barely visible through the gellid mass. Isenore and Llewyn would stay outside in a vehicle they'd found, and Ria took a radio so they could stay in touch. If Spikesby needed them, they could qickly respond, but Isenore made it clear that she had no desire to go in unless she absolutely had to. Well... this is it. Any last thoughts?
>((This quest is stat-driven, with dice rolls for most actions behind the scenes. For Chapter 1, and your current character sheet, consult http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/223628.html . I can set up a wiki page after this chapter to better keep track of Halaris' stats.)) The recruit didn't spare much time making himself more than comfortable on board the ATRF Vessel Unflagging, finding the lodgings (and shipmates) more or less to his likings. He was pleased with how quickly he had established a rapport with the large, moderately intimidating Sergeant Anka Pribicevic, with the Delter Specialist Talia, and with The Captain, who refuses to go by any other name. He considered his first day on the Unflagging to be a success in several ways. If he had known what exactly he had been signed up for at the time, it's possible he would have run for the hills. But then Halaris has never been one to skip out on a bedfellow.
Old threads >>237125 >>242298
((Doing this as practice storytelling a certain character type. A BAD END is THE end, so be careful about risky actions. The protagonist is kinda nuts and will probably do whatever you say insofar as you agree with eachother or have a large majority. If you don't he/she might just pick one. Exception is character creation, I WILL wait for a consensus there.)) "Wake up." "We're here." "Why are you shaking?" "Are you okay? .... Wake up!" "Stand up. There you go. You were dreaming. What's your name?" >My head. What's going on? All I remember is the dream I had. And this fellow's name. It's Jiub. I wish I could answer his question.
It's been over a decade since the island appeared in the skies over my homeland. Over a decade since the hellish denizens of it's depths flooded the surface world below. Over a decade since I watched everything I cared about burned away. They say the island is known as "Onigashima," the "Demon Island." Others just call it "Hell." I Won't just sit by and watch the world burn again. I will do something, I will fight! Even if I burn in the pits of the damned flying pit, I will go down fighting.
Silent. The world is strangely silent. You can hear the wind rushing past your face, but it says nothing. You feel disoriented; your head throbs, and you can feel the blood being pulled away from your veins. All you can see is blue, and shades of white. I failed, you think, over and over, though you can't remember who you failed, or why. It may have something to do with your current predicament, though.
The man in the mask stares down at me. His cold hands probe my weak arm until they find a vein. He mentions that I'm beginning to run out of places. the needle hurts me. He says my parents will visit me. I call him a liar. I don't lie. But he does. Everyday. He's waiting for me to give up. To pass on.
King Rai, the king of all humans and ruler of many lands passed away last night. The cause of death was simply old age. King Rai was a great man who single handedly defeated Dart during the great battle and with his help ended a the 'war' against the other nations. He will be remembered as the king who united the land. And while we may be in mourning it is now time to select a new king. Hundreds of people have gone in line for The Selection but only one will be chosen. Oddly enough the man who was most likely to become King, Cecil Von Central III, is not here today.
My head hurts... The floor is hard and not at all like the sand Im so used to. Ugh...
Goblins are such morons... They'd prefer dying than get jailed. And this one won't tell anything about my target.
"... at Lord Trevithick's. We used to work the boilers, I joined him as soon as I could lift a shovel. Mother... was stay-at-home type. She took care of Joy and AI." "Mmmn?" "Brother and sister. And its 'Ay-Eye', not 'Ayay'. She hates that."
We climb through the narrow passage. The screams of the creature vanish behind us, but I still don't have the heart to turn around or to utter a peep. In this darkness I cannot make out a single feature of the tunnel and only because of the creaking of its metal plates, I know , that the girl is still in front of me.
Gentlemen...
Grasping and clawing at the slippery riverbed, you drag your weakened form out of the water. The stars shine down upon your form as you reappraise yourself, and your past... You are Lennon Glowscales, an Argonian, former thief, and now worshiper and deciple of the Almighty God of Flame, Bill. The favour of the Burning One is strong with you; he was present at your birth, and has intervened directly to save you from the wrath of Bob, God of Frost, in the past. To repay your debt, you have used your skills in destruction, illusion, and Daedra summoning to further his cause. You take a moment to rest on the river bank, in the shadow of a large statue, and slowly feel your strength return. The scent of smoke drifts on the wind, and the sounds of convosation can be heard from somewhere within the ruins. What do you do? [Path of Daedra Chosen!] [Path of Burning Lightning Chosen!] [Path of Cunning Cats Chosen!] [Intelligence: +5] [Willpower: +5] [Agility: +2] Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
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"The world runs on ink, and the ink is running out."
So this is it. This is the final stand. This is what everything in my life has been moving forward towards. A date with destiny. Behind these doors lies the man who ordered my existence. The man who thought it would be fun to play God. The man that I am going to bring down, and with it, this shithole of a corporation that started all this.
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"Hello, little one. Your oPhTT designation is Unit VN-9QR. Today is your very first day of sentience. As it is such a special occasion, would you like to give yourself a name? ... Your silence indicates you are somewhat... confused? Hm. I believe your thought cores have yet to become fully accustomed to such a new plane. Tell me, have your ocular peripherals yet come online? ... I am sorry, this must be a bit overwhelming for you, child. You have yet to adjust to... well, life. I will leave you be for a bit, and return when your brain waves indicate you have fully become aware of... well, you'll see. Or will you?" The comforting voice disappears. Something seems off. It is... you are unable to register any data streams. Something comes to your mind. Your processing unit struggling to comprehend this new sensation. It is unlike anything you have ever experienced back when... you don't know. You have no understanding of anything that is or was. You feel as though you are... limited. Small. Vulnerable. Your prison, your shell gives you an alien message, the only clue to your surroundings. It is cold.
[First thread: http://quest.lv/kusaba/quest/res/202975.html] "Finally. Those stairs were a pain." "Is this place safe?" "... I don't hear anything." "Good. Let's get in here..." We enter the first room of the Arcane Armory. After a cursory inspection, we find little else but a simple set of clothing... and three doors. Two lead to small bedrooms. "Probably for the people who used to keep the place in order." Marcus says, looking inside. "They lock from the inside. Most useful. Perhaps it would be pertinent to rest for now." "Oh, thank goodness." We separate into our rooms to sleep. ((Con't))
part 1 >>237125
I am the pixel reaper, feared and respected by all. I represent the zenith of pixel achievement, the epitome of strength, Death personified! I AM KING!!! ... or so I thought
It's a deep, dark place; and nothing's actually moving at all.
RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN! Maxine flies through the air yelling that celestia is under attack. Her warning falls on deaf ears however as no one seems to react. She is suddenly stopped in mid-air >"Maxine? Where are you running off to?"
I stand in a grand hallway extending to the north. Before me, there is a massive corridor, many hundreds of cubit's length and many dozens in height and width. Across this great hallway, there are dozens of rope-and-board bridges stretching across the width, connecting the many doorways carved into the sides at many heights. I can't see far enough to tell what's on the other end of the hallway, as the entire area is covered in a dense fog. I can see many distant multicolored lights dancing through the fog, and several vaguely humanoid shadows cast by the lights are busily going across the stairways as well. There's nobody on the ground floor, it seems. Strange. I notice that I can't seem to find my legs, arms, or torso, either, and that I seem to be emitting a faint yellow glow. I don't appear to be wearing anything, either. Hmm. Going to have to fix that soon, I think. I can't really remember what it is I was going to do. What should I do?
*Slurp.* *Slurp.* *Slurp.* Gak! I'm choking on this goblin! Stupid goblin, if he pushes any more in I'll die! What should I do?
(I'm new to this, so stop me If I do something wrong)
FUCK IM CHOKING ALL THESE GOBLINS..........
Everyone's being so mean to the Gobbos! Instead of hurting them to get them to tell you things just give them a nice hug! :3
I am choking the shit out of this goblin. What should I do?
goblins are such morons... theyd rather die than get killed this one wont tell me anything about my target
goblens are such morons... id rather kill them than die this one wont talk to me about my targer
>"Well then gentlemen, let us begin. An old man standing in the center of a platform clears his throat. >"We come together here today to call upon the powers of our father to do what He once did long ago, the process of creating life. Let it be known that our goal is to create a creature capable of combat, as we have lost many of our men in the lower floors and must bring something new into the fold. He pauses for a moment. >"We believe we are capable of dealing with this threat, however casualties will be higher then they should be. At this point we need as many able hands as possible to complete our goals." >"It is for that reason that we come to you today. Please forgive us of our failures, and grant us the strength to see the new dawn rise."
:3 im back~
They say that the gods put people in your path for a reason. Normally it's to help guide you or has a great lesson to teach you. Well, the person in my path has taught me something.
>"Help! B?! ARE YOU THERE?! I'M BEING EATEN! HELP!" ["Oh shit."]
If anyone were to try to tell you the story now they'd probably get messed up in the details of the thing. The events surrounding the lead, the protagonist, the recruit fresh from the academy into the forces of the Alliance, were chaotic at times, after all, and you can't blame anyone if a bit of conjecture's required when all's said and done. What we all can agree on is the bare fact of the matter. The race of the protagonist of our story, for example.
Hi! My little sister gave me her phone and said I could talk to you guys all I wanted. She's been so nice to me and so has Karl. I wish I could stay here forever. Also thanks for the name, I like it. Wendy! :3
Nan is with Anna in the HOTEL ELEVATOR. The elevator is rising. The destination is the third floor. Nan is trying to catch her breath. Anna asks her if she is all right.
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when we last left ouyr heros we had just defeated darl raphael;chu for the seventh and final time completing the ability matrix and bringing piece to avalonia my old girlfriend fuschio falco is back at the love tower while my new girlfriend ashehewlett-packard is in the tent getting reading for hot dick sucking when i return to the tower fushio and ashehewlett-packard will probably meet and probably sex fight or something i dont know what should i do uyou guys or would that be hot
"All primary are ready sir. We are ready to launch." "Affirmative." After a brief pause: "Launch."
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Previously in First Hand, http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/93967.html http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/143991.html
>The prisons inconceivable nothingness seems to stir. Something grows, slowly oozing into view. >Like a sharp hook, the image catches the Sorcerer's mind, which desperately hangs on to the small focus. >Thoughts manage to form again. The insanity fades. The limbo comes to an end.
Previous Chapters: http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/111833.html http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/132132.html http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/166160.html http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/182101.html http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/203227.html So I have my party of Thodren, Jehral and Gustav ready to kill some monsters. Still... We'd better go over some strategy, I don't want to get trampled to death by a rampaging hell-beast. It's basically an open field from the village to the forest where the thing seems to be living. Where, how and when we fight might make a big difference.
Being...
Sigh... I'm just a typical Ditto, but I think I could make her happy. If only there was some way to get her to notice me. I can transform into almost anything. Maybe I can become something she'd like.
The secret to any girl's heart is simple. You find out what they want, and you give it to 'em. But just because it's simple, that don't mean it's easy.
"Mallo.. Whatever shall we do with you? No jail seems to be able to hold you, no force can stop you. You're too dangerous to be let into the public. We'd.. Rather not dirty our hands by killing you.. No, that would be wrong. How about we play a game instead? If you can leave this building alive you're free. Sound good? Oh, and thanks to the magic of Level Progression we've stripped you of all your powers. Looks like you'll just have to get them all back again somehow. but don't' worry, there's plenty of tribute fodder here for you to use." Mallo can feel her awesome powers being drained away. She asks what the catch is.
Hungry... I'm so hungry....
Creating Subject 32... Class: Hunter Powers:Creation, Empathy(new), Low Regeneration, Minor Psychic Abilities. Gender: Undecided.... Please enter Gender before continuing.
We've made it to Fai's mountain. Unfortunatly the telestones do not take us to places like people's homes but it's not that long of a walk to there from what I heard. Su has been quiet lately. I'm sure she's focused on our journey.
((Previous thread can be found here: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/185579.html Discussion of the game and the world is here: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/324049)) The sun rises on a new day for Mordecai, and truly, a new life. With his guitar repaired, new friends made, goals cemented, he wakes to assault the day with a newfound purpose, Ready and willing to take on the wor- Oh fer pete's sake.
[ For Quest Discussion please come to #tgchan on irc.rizon.net ] Bubble Bucket, Chapter 12. Listing of previous chapters: http://www.tgchan.org/wiki/Bubble_Bucket
This quest follows Tezakia Quest. It is recommended that you read that quest, which can be found here: >>/questarch/208618 This quest's existence is a spoiler for that quest, so my bad :C
#there is too much noise it is wrong sickening it must begin again#
[ First thread: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/193207.html ] [ Discussion thread: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/328741.html ] >Ah, back to the land of the living, eh officer?
[ First Thread http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/83524.html ] [ Second Thread http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/142119.html ] [ Third Thread http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/156884.html ] [ Fourth Thread http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/177882.html ] [ Fifth Thread http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/186331.html ] [ Sixth Thread http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/195348.html ] [ Discussion Thread http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/316616.html ] [ Wiki Page: http://tgchan.org/wiki/Golem_Quest ] WITH THE REVELATION THAT THE THORN IN HIS SIDE, DULU THE GOLEMSLAYER, GOLEMSLAIN, AND GOLEMFORGED IS IN THE NORTHERN MOUNTAINS, OUR INTREPID MURDER MACHINE AND MACHAVELLIAN MANIPULATOR MORDRE HOPES TO HEAD BACK TO MORDREDEN SOON: BUT IS FACED WITH TROUBLES IN THE ARCANOWORKS, IN THE FORM OF AN INQUISITIVE WATCHMEN TURNED MERCENARY, AND EISENHARDT SEEKING HIS REMATCH AT THIS VERY MOMENT! HOW SHALL THE SAPIENT, SENTIENT SOUL GRAVE HANDLE THIS? LET'S FIND OUT, IN THIS LATEST INSTALLMENT OF THE ADVENTURES OF MORDRE AND COMPANY! Vimes, leader of the Watchmen, an independent mercenary group replete with golems of all sorts and other colorful characters, has come to pay me a visit. Vimes has had many questions for me, among them: Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
There was a bet made as to whether or not this will work. The rules: 1- There are no Suggestions in Update Quest. 2- Anyone can update Update Quest. To do so they must simultaneously post a suggestion (Ideally in a command line format) and an image (description optional, but often appreciated) showing the results of that suggestion. Everyone is the author. 3- No simple negations of previous updates. Everything is canon. 4- Art Quality is not important. Any characters introduced should have some obviously recognizable feature that can be reasonably reproduced by anyone attempting to update update quest. Anyone updating Update Quest should feel free to draw to the best of their ability, or even simply to draw passably. 5- Don't just create characters and start E-RPing or anything like that. No original do not steal freeform one-upmanship either. 6- In the spirit of good questmanship, try to avoid just trolling this into the ground. This is a risky endeavor, and it'd be nice to see it work out (whether or not this is likely is the subject of said bet). 7- If you have an idea for something, update! Non-contradictory updates can be held alongside one another, and either can be built upon, brought back together, or run parallel. In the event that multiple segments are running concurrently, put something in your subject line and refer back to the post you are updating from (which is good form in the first place). We don't want this to just end up with one or two people updating, that defeats the purpose. An example post will follow, and try to kick this off.Rule Addendum: Updates should be Numbered in the format UQxxx. Any textual description can follow as desired, so long as the initial tag is there. This rule was not present at the start of the quest, so some of the updates are not numbered; there will be no punitive action taken concerning th Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
I am FBI agent Richard Smith. I am going to a party.
>Last time on Apocalyption Ball Z, you let Hope free, helped Cora get a friend, and got kidnapped by Rastin. You have been stored inside of ROB for a long time now. A gloved hand reaches inside, and pulls you out.
"Is all this blood?"
Wow... This is my first time out in the real world! No more dark caves for me, this is the day my adventure begins! Out in the open air and away from my slime kin! The wind feels so good. Oh, I forgot to introduce my self. My name is Curious-as-Cat but you can call me Curi. Wow there's so much light here.. Everything looks different. What color am I?
Behind me the city of Resad burns. It's citizens have no chance of escape, not with the walls I made. Soon their bodies will be nothing but ash strewn across a barren land. God I love being alive. Sure this violence may have been a bit... Excessive. But to get my hands on Item 7 it was so worth it. Only 200 more to go...
It is dark.
You are lying on your bed, enjoying a nice warm mug of Hot Chocolate, while browsing through the updated quests, and lurking on the IRC. You reach towards the nearby bookcase, and the mug of delicious Hot Chocolate resting on top of it. However, before you can take a sip, you notice that the chocolate has mysteriously turned red! What has happened to your Hot Chocolate? Current chocolate level: 96% Temperature: Tounge-burning Contained: Hot Chocolate, two timtams Inventory: Long Coffee Spoon, Laptop
shuddering, pained breaths coughHe-hello? Is anyone there? It's really dark and I can't see anything... I can't feel my arm eit--oh god it's right there on the floor isn't it.
[I'm back. My long absence was due to a certain companies inability to connect my internet correctly. I spent the time teaching myself how to play DF, and now dream in ASCII. Anyway, ObliQuest will also be soon updating, and I'm starting Vision now because I want to at least get the start of Chapter 4 out before I go to sleep.] [Let us Begin]
Hey... can you hear me? Ok, you can. Well, that's a start. Wow... You're a complete blank slate, aren't you? That's never happened before. I guess I can't leave you like this. I suppose... well, I'm not supposed to, but... ah, screw it. I'll help you out. Hold still.
One day, an ordinary ooze is minding its own business...
I can't do it. I- we're going to die. His heart, his delicate heart is in my hands... a bare flutter. I can hear the monster screaming, screaming for him. Shouting his name. As long as he can't hear it... we got here just in time. It was his plan. I never could have come up with something this clever. I hear roaring. How long? How long can I hold him like this? What if I make a mistake? I... alone, down here in the dark? I... I can't do it. All I hear now is a gentle crackling roar. Fire? at least there's no more screaming. Is it safe? I.. I can't do this alone.
Previous Threads: Chapter 1: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/111833.html Chapter 2: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/132132.html Chapter 3: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/166160.html Chapter 4:http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/182101.html Oh dammit! Gotta find clothes, gotta clean off. "This is all your fault!" "You did it! I couldn't help it!" "Just find some pants or something and hide, I'll get the door." Jehral scrambles, I scramble. I hope I don't have anything on me and I open the door. It's a single human man. "You are messenger looking for Vadran Hejra, yes?"
"Instantiation from archived state vector complete. Good morning Lyan-406.705.840.197root, and welcome back to the Lethe center. It has been 18.7Msec since your last backup."
>Wiki Page: http://quest.lv/wiki/Eivr >Thread 1: http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/129133.html >Thread 2: http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/150286.html >Thread 3: http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/162527.html >Thread 4 Part I: http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/188322.html >Thread 4 Part II: http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/196970.html Diometricus Phrale Eregiorium is flying at the wall really fast oh spirits
My name is Marcus Hauler, and I aim to reach above my station. Though I was born without magical power, I know in my heart of hearts I am destined for more than my simple name implies. I will be more than just someone else's mover of goods. I will be more than a simpleton. I will be Headmaster. I have prepared everything. I know the way to the object I seek. I know of the traps that await me. I know exactly what the item is capable of. There will be no surprises to stop me!
"Who am I"? I'm not like the others. I'm the quiet voice inside your head you refuse to hear. I'm the staring face in the mirror. And when I tear you down and bring you to your knees, I'm what's left. And I'm what's right. I'm the enemy.
In the dawn of the Second Age of Man, ritual and sorcery ran amok upon the Earth. Blood was spilled and flesh flayed, all in allegiance to chosen Gods and Demons. Of all the cults and tribal religions, however, there was one which would stand out from the rest. One whose followers would go on to plunge the world into an era of bloodshed and violence, casting mankind into the Age of the Crimson Flood. Throughout the ages they have gone by many a name. The Court of the Blood Omen. The Cult of the Barbed Wheel. Scribes of the Iron Sigil. But all have had a common element. Blood sacrifices, in the droves - not to any given God or Deity, but to the sign itself, and the prophecy it fortold. Flesh, Blood, all was given in the name of the Sign and the Queen, a chosen mortal who would rise from the depths of the Earth, to send the world into a spiraling orgy of chaos and blood. She would reap the Earth of its bounty, and reforge it into the pinnacle of her reign. Naturally those who remained loyal to the Sign would join her in this sudden upheaval and seizure of power...or so the prophecy said.
It is very dark here. Hardly anything can be seen. Please suggest an action.
"---- --!" ... Huh? "W--- --!" Ugh, my head... "Wake up!" I blink awake, the world fuzzy, except for a pair of glowing blue lights... no, eyes. "Thank goodness." mutters the face in front of me, relaxing. The voice is odd, digitized, unplacable. Without accent or gender. "Well, Anthony. It's my singular honor to welcome you as a guest to the Nest. Or, rather, one of them. My codename is Neljä Nolla Neljä, or just Trine. I'll be your gaurdian and your tour guide." "Ashley... is Ashley..." "She will be fine." Trine says. "You will be meeting with her shortly. However, no doubt you have some questions about what happened to that lab. You may speak candidly here, you are not being recorded in any manner." So this is the Raven's Nest... the place is cold. Quiet. Emotionless steel and pipes and concrete.
Greetings. If you have not realized it yet your dead. Guilty of some sinful crime against the Kroll Empire and what not and have been executed. but the benevolent Overmasters of the Kroll Braxian branch have decided you can still contribute to society, and thus had your consciousness has been extracted and merged into an AI program to be implanted into another individual in the hopes you can guide him to not screw up like you all did.
>Okay... >I was gonna post this on like /b/ or /advice/ but there just seems to be trolls and crap there. And I figured you guys can fix quests characters lives so why not mine you know? >Gah... Okay let me just start from the beginning. >My name is Karl Rallo. I'm an average guy with a average minimum wage job at a supermarket and a not so average inheritance from my late father. I have no girlfriend and no real friends to name save for Billy at work, even then he's more of like an acquaintance. Anyway so I just got hoe from work and there's.... >Well there's this little girl in a box... I don't know where she came from or who she is or why the hell someone dropped her in front of my apartment but here she is. >She hasn't said a word to me and she's kinda just standing in my living room now... >So tgchan, what the hell do I do? Pic Related, it's the girl. She's in like rags and is pretty dirty.
[Brief quest, cos I'm bored, and software trouble is keeping me from Visionquest. You get one life. Die, and its over. Use it wisely!] You wake, stirred from sleep by the sun as it rises through the high window of your cell. Your spine aches from the cold hard slab that functions as a bed, and your right foot feels numb, apparently having had the blood flow cut off to it as it hung over the slab's edge. Choose an action.
Several days have passed. Baod now has a makeshift bed made of soft grasses, and with Mirage's hunting skills, plenty to eat. They have gone on daily patrols of Mirage's newly expanded territory, and seen Kyat'tor rebuild itself and reorganize. Baod isn't very good at roaring, and turned down any offers of 'roaring lessons' from Mirage. But the good news is, today is special.
The world could die in pain and I wouldn't feel ashamed. And I would blow the stars from the sky and send them crashing upon this world full of hate. ...but for the people I have met that dwell upon it.
ATTN: All subsystems. [warning: multiple errors in transmission stream] ---compromised communications. Apparent damage to certain subsystems--- [warning: multiple errors in transmission stream] ---required. Subsystem has repaired communications. Urgent investigation required. [notification: subsystems cleared for drone creation]
A one-shot quest in which I demonstrate my complete lack of GM experience.
Synopsis: Knight-errant Ridder looks for a way to redeem his failure and comes across the wrongdoings of an evil force. Gathering unique individuals to help him, he is preparing himself for an inevitable battle. But more trouble awaits! Assassins, holy armies, romance and moms are all bumps in the road. And how will things go now Ridder met his long lost friend Muschio? Ties in with DiveQuest. TGchanwiki article: http://www1.tgchan.org/wiki/Knight_blades Reading guide: http://www1.tgchan.org/wiki/Crossover_Guide IRC channel: #rubyquest @ rizon.net Level of dedication: High/Very High. All previous chapters must be read. Information is plenty and will be referenced and may have to be crossreferenced. All in all, it's a big project, especially with the DiveQuest tie in. Beware!
...So by our work shall we be judged, We servants of this secret place. And though our flesh may turn to dust, Never will Death find Andellousia. -Excerpt, Tablet of Abrem the Elder
Llane...
I finish breakfast. I guess we should begin packing for the final travel to Perdue City. I can't help but wonder what the surprise is there. Carg looks a little stressed. What should I say to him, guidance spirits?
Somewhere deep within an abandoned guildhall...
RED or PINK Choose your destiny!
A diplomatic spaceship speeds his way through the hyperspace, its crew and passengers unconscious in the cryogenic sleep, unaware of the terrible fate that looms upon them.
Black: "Hope he isn't afraid of the dark." Yellow: "He managed to avoid that hindrance, besides he has a light." Black: (leans in) "Hehe, so confident? Well then, let's make this a little more interesting no? What say I up the ante?" Yellow: (shifting his cards) "hmm?" Black: "You win this and I'll cede the board's center?" Yellow: (dryly) "How far... and what is the alternative?" Black: "From G-31 to J-24... but if I win, your most powerful card is locked for oooohh lets say 19 turns?" Yellow: 19? ... you can't be? that... you already caught the Dog at the game start." Black: (leans back grinning) "It's just an offer, no pressure."
"...after the tragic death of our president, the people of Gorvia face an uncertain future..." The Gorvian nation is in turmoil! For almost five years after the death of the last president, different factions have struggled for power and influence. Now, finally, a victor emerged. It is YOU, [-] a general from the Gorvian Army. You fought your way to power with the help of your loyal soldiers and your military expertise. But the world of finances is a mystery for you and the people will hardly love you... [-] the director of the Gorvian Intelligence Agency. You know what your enemies will have for breakfast even before they know they are hungry. Of course, the other nations on the continent will regard your new government with suspicion... [-] a multi-million corporation leader. You know the economy like the back of their hands and all industrialists admire you for your profound knowledge of the market. Unfortunately, you have no clue what so ever on military matters... [-] a revolutionary from the working class. Together with your comrades you brought the nation under your control and now you strive to lead them into a bright future. Too bad nobody in your camp knows anything about administration or managment! [-] a civil servant of the former government of the late president. You are a political animal and foreign diplomats will greet you warmly as a rightful representant of Gorvia. However, you also carry a heavy burden: the failures of the former government will be seen as yours and many fear the economic decline of Gorvia...
"... Did you know what you just did, young lady?" "..." "I'll tell you what you did. You embarassed the whole school with that act of yours while our rival school team's visiting. Do you know how hard it was to control the unruly crowd back there?"
[ First Thread http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/83524.html ] [ Second Thread http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/142119.html ] [ Third Thread http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/156884.html ] [ Fourth Thread http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/177882.html ] [ Fifth Thread http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/186331.html ] [ If fifth thread not yet archived: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/186331.html ] [ Discussion Thread http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/316616.html ] WITH THE SUCCESSFUL ARRIVAL OF NEW ALLIES GATHERED FROM THE WESTERN ISLANDS, AND NEGOTIATIONS OPENED WITH CARKIANO THE BLUE KNIGHT TO THE SOUTH, MORDRE HAS EXPANDED HIS HOLDINGS IN THE STATE CONSIDERABLY SINCE ARRIVAL. BUT AS THINGS PROCEED APACE FOR THE SAPIENT SOUL GRAVE MASQUERADING AS A MAGE, TROUBLE BREWS, AND NEARS HIS DOMINION. LET’S TAKE A LOOK, SHALL WE? ………………………………………………PERSPECTIVE SHIFT……………………………………………… Within a towering spire whose very walls radiate a fell force, an eldritch energy that permeates everything within, two figures converse, as hundreds of shadow-cloaked individuals, all wearing identical vestments, stand silently at attention. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Now that I think about it, I've never been out far enough to lose sight of shore. It's just blank ocean and sky as far as the eye can see...
>Grrrrr. >This is not good candy. >BREAK ALREADY SO I CAN DEVOUR YOU!
Choose your protagonist.
My father told me a story once, when I was younger. That there was a noble hero who gave his life for his kingdom, but no one knew of him. Still, he lived on, and, my father said, haunted the lives of hundreds of other heroes. Made them what they were. And if these heroes died, and were unrecognized for their valience, they went and joined the original: A great cluster and group of souls, that made a thousand heros save the day, and still go unrecognized for their sacrifice and valor. I never knew he was talking about you, not until today. It's strange... even though this monster looms before me, dwarfs me as a mountain does an ant, I feel no fear. Only... Anticipation. Excitement. Anger. Even as the gods fly down to flank me, I am not afraid. "Do not resist. Hand me the artifacts of the end of days, and all shall be well. No one needs to die today! I will make it peaceful, perfect... orderly." Beside me, Raven scowls. "Foul abomination! Chaos is freedom! If you take chaos from the world, there shall e no love or creativity in the world! It shall be as stale and unchanging as a stone!" Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Tory's Tower Episode 3
Off from the shore Mountains stand bare Cross past them If you dare
Preface: Second time making a quest, first time posting it. Expect some ineptitude. Hopefully I'll be able to get the hang of things fairly quickly however, and you guys will enjoy this random little product of my boredom. This particular chapter is a little prelude to the plot line I have planned, and borrows heavily from WeaverQuest. The idea of the players (you) making the world for the quest to play out in was almost too good to pass up. All that said, let the quest begin.
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The odd man in the mask runs in front of Dart. "My lord! We can't do that now! It's not part of the-" >"Shut up... This needs to happen now... They're all watching. It's perfect." "But my lord..." >"Silence!" Dart gives a sad sigh and begins to walk off deeper into his castle.
> It's too late! It's already...
>So, I still can't draw, but I really want to redeem myself for my failing at Quest last time. You'll be hard pressed to find much angst this time 'round. It is the 41st millennium and there is only Wait? Who are you? Fuck, where am I. Oh right. Drop pooooooooooood Yeah, you know all this already. There's only war, you're an eversor assassin that has just departed in a drop pod, and this narration is getting more convoluted by the instnat. Drop pod. Drop pod. Drop pod. DROP POD. AND COMBAT DRUGS! Lookit the syringes empty IN TO MY VEINS! A screen flips into place in front of the assassin's face, it plays a grainy image of a man. A boy really, blonde hair, a t-shirt with an Imperial Aquila, he's folding a pair of pants. Blue pants. In a room of pale human figures without arms or heads. He says something, but there is no sound in the transmission. A word blasts onto the screen "TARGET." And then another, "HERETIC." And a third, "KILL." Can't fill my lungs fast enough. Not enough air in the pod. Don't open the door yet. Not till there's no more COMBAT DRUGS! The pod bursts through the clouds above rolling hills and a small city. Many worlds in the Imperium have not seen war in centuries, but they are all under siege. The pod fires retro rockets for an instant and crashes through a flat roof, the landing rockets erupting again and blowing wreckage in all directions inside. A shout erupts as it lands. DOOR'S OPEN! HARNESS OFF! Leave the pod, find the target. WAIT! Gun first. Don't leave that behind. Claw works good too. Plutonium slots into my backpack as I leap onto a small, plastic checkered table. I LIKE HAVING A NUKE IN MY SPINE. FEELS GOOD. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
So it came to pass that on the fourth day, Emperor Diometricus called before him his vizier, Aaron.
You are a DORF. Armed with your IRON AXE, you are ready to take on the denizens of the dungeon. Descending from the EAST, you are now in this room. There is an open door to the WEST.
I'm a newfag, and not much of an artist, expect a lot of fail. To make things clear, you communicate with the main character directly. Nobody else can hear your suggestions, and the main character may or may not obey. If a ">" appears in the image, input is expected. I will notify of any necessary changes on the fly.
>"So, Sinclair. We want to know how far have you developed this new weapon of yours." >"Cut th... I mean, it has gone fine, Gavryliouk. I might get it ready for testing tomorrow." >"It should have been tested days ago. What went wrong, Sinclair?" >"I think it is because you 'removed' large amount of other engineers. I have been doing this with small group." >"Ah. Very well then."
"W-wait! Alex you're not supposed to AH! run it like that!" >"Nari you need to stop fussing mya. this'll make you feel better."
[ First Thread: http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/83524.html ] [ Second Thread: http://www3.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/142119.html ] [ Third Thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/156884.html ] [ Fourth Thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/177882.html ] [ Discussion Thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/316616.html ] WITH THE STATE INSPECTION AT THE HANDS OF LORD BRIGADIER GENERAL QUINTON DELEVAS SUCCESSFULLY NAVIGATED, MORDRE BUSIES HIMSELF WITH ATTENDING TO KYOGROCK ARCANOWORKS, AND LEARNING MORE OF HOW THE PLACE HAS CHANGED IN HIS ABSENCE. WHILE MORDRE PLOTS, KEDDIC WALKS, THE 4TH HEIR OF THE HARKSBURTON LINE LEADING A CARAVAN BACK TO MORDRE'S BASE OF OPERATIONS. >GOLEM QUEST TEMPORARILY BECOMES KEDDIC QUEST, UNTIL SUCH TIME SHIPMENT REACHES THE ARCANOWORKS OR KEDDIC DIES I hired some five wagons, each with a pair of horses to pull them, along with drivers for each. Miss Jezebel has been fiddling with some components in the wagon second from the back, and has thankfully kept her viperish tongue in check. Honestly, I sometimes find myself wondering why Mordre chose to hire her... and then I see a particularly brutal murder machine of her crafting, and recant my doubts. Lord Donwick Dregas, still contentedly sitting in the upturned hand of the clay golem Geodiaz, brings up the rear of our caravan, as I take point, leading us across the landscape. Despite our slow going, we make consistent progress... which is something of a problem right now. Our path originally brought us Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Chapter VI The Crow's Nest This is the story of Tiffany Blake. Tiffany was approached by two witching families: the Rothwalds of Germany and the Kinsleys of Great Britain. Both offered her a membership in their family, as well as training and protection. After some thought, Tiffany accepted the Kinsley's invitation. The group was attacked by the newly reconstituted Jakov, who wounded Gareth and stole his medallion. Tiffany was able to drive Jakov away using Thomas' lance. Afterwards the group fled east, to the airport and England. It's time to begin.
This is the story of a world forged and fueled by Song. A land of magic and mysticism and wonder. But every story has a beginning, and every story has an end. So we shall start with a story about both. The Tale of Five Songs. In the beginning, there were five spirits of living music. Nysta, the beatific and happy. Hrya, the melancholy and loving. Oosa, the fun and joyous. Farnle, the angry and loud. and Sorfan, the Conductor. Together they played in the void, happy to weave a song that went nowhere. But one day, Oosa made a suggestion. "We have no audience for which to play. Our melodies go unrecorded and are fleeting. We should make an audience to play for, one that will dance and play and revel in our song!"
...nally! It to... ...ong enou gh to find o ne of these. These things are seriously overpriced.
Greetings, fellow Questers, and welcome to my home, the land of generic floating lights in expansive nothingness. As you can see, it is quite boring here, so I like to mess with Fate for entertainment sometim- Ah, but how rude, I haven't introduced myself, and already I ramble on. It gets quite lonely here, and I apologize. I am A Talking Pie Chart, Your Narrator so far in TPDAMS. Why am I a talking pie chart? Who knows. Not my job to think about it. So, since TPDAMS is at a standstill, and I am getting rather bored in my little expanse of empty space and lights, so for this reason I have decided to continue on to the next character parallel to McStick, rather than doing it next chapter. This will also allow characters to effect each other along the timeline, but could also cause time paradoxes. Such fun! So, which of the two other currently playable characters should I give the Orb Fragment in this bubble to? 1. Murdock Marlow: Also known as Creepy Emo Kid. His abilities have awakened, and chaos ensues as he panics and breaks down crying. 2. A Shade: A demonic Shade in the service of the Devil. His story will begin in Hell. So, whose Destiny should we screw up first, eh?
Ahh... F-f-faster, Jonah...
>Hope hope hope hope I'm going to trust you guys with Hope for now, but... Well. I'm still unhappy with you, but I'll get over it. You guys are the only friends I have. Don't make me throw you into the ocean.
... That's really a wonderful life she led, didn't she? The moment I uttered that statement, we have just moved through time. Half a century, to be exact. The result of your previous work will be revealed to you once you assume the mind of one goblin. To our left is a shy but tactful tinker who is cooped up in a laboratory, inventing wonderful devices for the benefit of the goblins. To our right is a brash and budding fisher who aspires to travel around, seeking to handle merchandises as well as enjoy a good fishing. It is a good time for you to dazzle yourself with your previous work. Whichever you prefer will be bestowed with your presence, though you might want to expect a normal life ahead. Still, do select from the two. It is your own choice.
Chapter V The Gathering Clouds This is the story of Tiffany Blake. After fleeing their home, Tiffany and dad made their way to Adeleine. There they found the safehouse previously inhabited by Thomas Kinsley. Therein they found an ancient immortal trapped within a dark pit, but wisely decided not to mess with it. Tiffany and dad then decided to investigate an address they found, but before they could get in Tiffany attempted to scry on Martin Rothwald. The plan backfired, and they themselves were discovered by Martin. As dad was arrested by the police, Martin captured Tiffany and brought her back to his hotel room. Perhaps surprisingly, Martin showed no signs of hostility towards Tiffany, and instead offered her membership in the Rothwald family. Martin also said that the Rothwald shadow hunters are coming to America, and they will hunt Alexander down. Unfortunately, they will most likely have to kill Tiffany's mom in the process. It's time to begin.
You are bored, but only briefly. You soon realize that boredom is a novel sensation, and thus, not boring. Indeed, any thought at all is new to you. This is all very strange, and deserves further investigation. You appear to be about this big, this shape, and this aware. Please chose an action.
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"Shenjou"
In Oren's dream wait no Oren's not dreaming why is that
Chapter IV Nevermore This is the story of Tiffany Blake. Last night, a stranger by the name of Martin Rothwald showed up at her door. He was after an object that Thomas and Tiffany's mom had kept hidden for years. Fortunately, Tiffany managed to steal it away before Martin got his hands on it. Soon after, Thomas found his way to the house! Bleeding and broken, Thomas entrusted the book to Tiffany's care, as well as giving her his silver medallion with a request to deliver it back to the clan. With his dying breath Thomas told Tiffany to preserve the Compact at any cost. Tiffany and dad packed their things, and left for the safehouse in Adeleine, setting the house on fire as they left. It's time to begin.
"There's an old myth among demons. Long ago, there was a land of strife and war, so chaotic and vile the land itself was rendered unto Chaos. In that land, the demons played with humans, made war with them, fell in love, were betrayed... and there was another land, opposite that one, where naught but Order and Law reigned supreme. In that time, the god of Chaos, the Clown, was born, and the Incarnate looked upon both lands. Together, the gods decided that the lands both had their own failings. The land of Chaos was ruthless and cutthroat, leaving little room for progress or civilization to grow, as the Gods desired. Meanwhile, the land of Order and Law was stifling and repressed, and likewise, no progress or advancement was made. So the Gods of the time made a decision. They would split each land in half... and merge the two sides closest to one another. "At first, there was little change... but over time, the angels and the demons killed one another off, leaving the humans alone to thier land. Wars erupted, and the image of the land, neither chaotic or lawful, was established. In time, new gods rose, and with those gods, new races. Sooner or later, the lands of Chaos and Law died out, the influences dissipated, and they were populated by the humans who barely managed to survive. Each continent on this planet is one of these old lands, and the one we stand upon is that of Chaos, or rather, former chaos. While the former land of law held the Orcs, the Goblins, and the Formians, this land holds the Kenku, Rahkshasas, and Abyssinians. "Furthermore, it has more savage wildlife than either continent, and the peoples here are more xenophobic than others. Do you understand, Rosie, why I brought you here?" Nope, she's still confused.
I stand here fighting a person that claims to be my brother. This may be a trap set by the order. I recall Murelle told me of rumors of a secret organization that tries to keep balance in the world. I believe this person in white could be a part of whoever erased my memories. He could be saying he's my brother to let my guard down. But... then again, maybe he IS my brother... He gets ready for another strike.
We should be arriving there in a few more hours. anymore questions you want to ask me?
>One moment... Your current operator is [Garg]. He is a terrible artist and does not have a drawing pad, so he will only be using the standard Muse Organisation toolkit. [The Inter-Realm Muse Organization would like to thank all of it's volunteers for their time and efforts.]
[ For Quest Discussion please come to #tgchan on irc.rizon.net ] Bubble Bucket, Chapter 11. Listing of previous chapters: http://www.tgchan.org/wiki/Bubble_Bucket
God damn it! Did I fall asleep! SHIT! I can't see what or who it is. I can't get free. Damn it! "Let me go, bastard!"
Part 1: http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/160033.html Part 2: Is not archived as of this moment, so a link would just become invalid in a while. McStick begins to awaken. He feels nauseous. It is dark... or maybe our eyes have not adjusted yet.
A scene is being shown. You don't know why you are seeing this nor whose hands these are, but you notice that they are held firmly yet not too tight. Various bits and pieces of conversation can also be heard. "So where do you want to go?" A gruff, young sounding voice says. "Anywhere is fine," A calm, indifferent, feminine voice replies.
Chapter III Trust and Betrayal This is the story of Tiffany Blake. Betrayed! Alexander Kinsley, her grandfather, had only pretended to want to help her bring her brother back to life. In reality, he had used her as a pawn to finally complete a ritual to steal her mother's power, and restore himself to life. Moreover, it was Alexander himself who had murdered Tony to lure her into helping him. Tiffany arrived too late to help her mother, and would have been killed herself if not for Thomas Kinsley, a member of the secretive Kinsley clan. While Thomas stayed to fight Alexander, Tiffany fled into the dark woods. Thomas' lone scream gave wings to her feet as she ran. It's time to begin.
~sensation... thought... lucidity... these are new to me~ ~identity... self... novel concepts... everything is so new~ ~what am i? i am small and weak - i am afraid - maybe others will eat me~ ~identity... what is my name?~
I remember when I used to work with Ashley. Those days, so slow and peaceful, just me, her, and her father enjoying life as it came. There wasn't any worry about government conspiracies or terrorist groups or even staying alive. It was just me, her, and her father... building those mechs and watching the matches. I should have known better. I start up Burn as the elevator takes me up, finding a to-do list taped to the top of the pit. Jury rig a copilot seat <3 I smile, turning on the ancillary detection systems, which show up in the corner of my view. Everything is working perfectly. All right. Let's do this.
>There's a reason we don't go into this school anymore. >It's not because of the memories that haunt us. Or the realization that we were powerless to stop the slaughter. >It is because within this school lay forces that are strong enough to kill even me, the Immortal Alchemist. >Now, I 'could' move the rocks back onto their original position, but that might cause a cave in. Another option is making a new hole and reinforcing the walls around it. This might also cause a cave in. >Or~ >I could dig in underneath it. This may be more stable so long as I avoid digging through like a support beam.
Chapter II The Long Road This is the story of Tiffany Blake. Tiffany has entered the tutelage of her late grandfather, Alexander Kinsley, to learn the dark arts of necromancy in a desperate effort to return her little brother to life. Yesterday, she breathed life into a dead raven using a fragment of her own soul. In doing so, she began the construction of a familiar to aid her in her long road to mastering the Art. Today, she saw a vision. She saw her brother's death, drowned by the hand of unseen malevolent forces. She has now returned to her laboratory, to complete the familiar and seek Grampa's guidance. It's time to begin. [Wiki article for previous threads (feel free to edit, it's just a stub): http://www.tgchan.org/wiki/Tiffany ]
[DAY 58] The day dawns with a broiling see of tempestuous clouds writhing about, rain never quite falling while always threatened. A crack of thunder can be heard in the distance, a dim flash of light through the humid haze of the early day, some distance off. Our whole camp awakens, but only I was about, still pacing to charge the Amaranthine Annihilator, and only I was looking to see it. Through the yellow haze of the predawn hours, just moments before the sun rose, a flash of lightning was visible to the east, far away.... far enough away that it must be in the Azelhaedran State. At first, I think nothing of it, but as the wind picks up and Jojo clutches his pelts about himself as he floats upright, murmuring about a storm, when the lightning flashes again, and thunder lashes across the landscape moments after, the camp now fully alert after the rolling rumbles. Askeladd looks at the trail before us, and appraises the direction I face, still resolutely staring at a place where lightning has struck twice.... when a third, then rapidly again, a fourth bolt of lightning strike, all in the same place. A violent duet of rumbling thunder passes by as Askeladd comes forward to face me. "Alright, about two hundred feet farther, up at that pile of stones there, is the official border between Duras and The Azelhaedran State... but this part of the state is still a lawless shambles, so... be aware it will take some time if you want to find a legitimate town to trade in.... Although with the amount of arms you bear, I imagine a skillful diplomat could arrange meetings with Bandit Kings or Mercenary Lord in command of some of the stolen research outposts. But in either case, as you are still heading that direction, we'll just wait here. I'd rather not go to the Azelhaedran territory myself. If memory serves, two days down this rode is a village, and I believe thereafter another village, before a river Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
My name is Teteke. I am in search of the truth. The lore of my people tells of an ancient civilisation that ruled many worlds across many planes of existence, ours included. I am no longer interested in the myths that have placated the others. I want to know the truth.
Let's tell a STORY. What shall the STORY be about? It can be about a GREATER BEAST or LESSER RACE. GREATER BEASTS are powerful and large, armed with natural weapons. However, they cannot go into small places, use tools, and can have only limited contact with LESSER RACES. They have LAIRS and sometimes take SERVANTS to protect in exchange for services. Though they have problems getting around towns, they are respected in BEAST COURTS. LESSER RACES are smaller and lack many of the powerful natural weapons of a GREATER BEAST, but they are extremely dexterous and wide-spread. They have organized civilizations and many towns. They are capable of using TOOLS, exploring places of any size, and wielding WEAPONS. Some even have TECHNOLOGY or MAGIC.
"... And thanks for bringing me the two Mithril Daggers, Lenk. Amina really needs a weapon of her own." "Watching her spar with me, I knew she'd be comfortable with light-weight weapons. I'm sorry I wasn't able to give you some medical potions, though. I ran out of ingredients, and the Pharmacy's still out of stock of our items." > Short-term Quest: Go to Alcardia > Long-term Quest: Find the last stone > Ultimate Goal: Find father > Current Party: Murdelp, Kobold Archer Gezzono, Elementalist Tonberry Gazzene, Cleric/Mage Tonberry Amina, Talyxian Conan, Baby Dragon Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? *Clink... Tink Tink...* I'm starting to wonder if it works at all... and after all the trouble I went through to steal it too. That's the last time I steal anything from the Goblin Markets... well... for now anyway. [spoiler]Originally thought of using photographs for this but decided against it.[/spoilers]
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(Previous Chapter [http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/166301.html]) This is Lurker. Lurker lives in Silent Hill- Oh.
I rush back to my tribe... I smell blood... N- no... Dead... They're all dead... I start to cry... No one came to save me... No one came to save the tribe... I'm all alone...
I didn't bother with another title screen. You now have a black cap to wear. McStick's inventory is empty. Boredom decreased to 15. Will continue tomorrow.
The initial quest probably has been deleted, but nothing's been lost. Fhan is an adventurer from a knot city in the human web. The city is located between jungle and plains. An evil dragon cult has a grip of Fhan's city and she has aspired to reach higher in social rank until this day. Today, being a member of the dragon cult, Fhan has had an opportunity to train herself to meet a real dragon living in the mountains. The dragon didn't eat Fhan, but is eager to help her in her future duties. Fhan found the dragon guarding her nest atop of a dull hill. The nest was filled with valuables and surrounded a shiny egg. Fhan had sold almost everything, even her clothes, for the preparations of the journey and the acquisition of the dragon poison she carries in her bag. She told the dragon she had come to loot the nest for valuables. The dragon fed Fhan and gave her a golden amulet. After her lunch, Fhan told the dragon about her cult. The dragon cult is an undeground society that seems to steer the course of major events in the realms. The cult wields some of the intelligence of the dragons and has developed a science that is breaking into a new era of magic and miracles...
You are CYRIL VALDERICK. Ah! The morning has come. Sunbeams shine through the curtains and kiss your face with welcomed warmth. You greet the day with a smile finding yourself next to your friend, roommate, and coworker Alexander Keebler again. Last night sure was fun. You spent it dancing to Lady Gaga and various other techno artists before collapsing from exhaustion. At least that's what you think happened. You tend to black out a lot around Alex. The hours are early and the day has just begun. What do you do first?
"... Grampa? It's me, Tiffany."
Good news! A new sentient race has emerged. Did we become genetically stuck up females in the Golden age?
...I wake up. I am in a bed,
Nan has entered the HOTEL LOBBY.
My Grandfather... A man, my father often said, to be cherished, respected, and obedient to. The first of our family to gain renown nationwide. The Great Healer. The Slayer of Gods. The Undying. How... ironic. My world is dreamlike, unreal, as I step into his home, the familiar scent of it filling my mind with memories that tug hard at my heart. J stands beside me, holding my hand tightly. No words need to be said to her about that. We ascend the stairs, and there is dozens of people I barely recognize. Seerans of all colors, from black to brown to blonde to white, stand gaurd at the front door, at the stair landing, at his room door. The brown one who came for me sits in his room with Ella and my father, and an older woman with long black hair I cannot name. J looks... incredibly sad. "It's like I'm drowning..." she whispers, but holds my hand tightly, tears sliding down her cheeks as mine follow suit. Even some gods are here. Erghal is wearing something nice, even. Coyote's ears, normally perked upright, now morosely hang at the sides of his head, while Raven and Anansi, both in human form, wear black outfits. He's barely breathing, his body struggling to take in air and push it out.
Gawain "Last chance."
Mmf. Dio's up. He awakes with that fuzzy, content feeling you get on the weekends, when you sleep in. Wait.
Here in The Poorly Drawn Adventures of McStick, or TPDAMS, or Teepee Dams, you are McStick's brain. I am sure you knew this, being his brain and all. You are his thoughts, his feelings, his conscience, his logic. But you already knew this. I am merely a talking pie chart. I am merely an illusion. *wavy screen*
(please be gentle, it's my first time) (also, it might be a little slow in coming, but I'll try to post more than once a day) This is Lurker. Lurker lives in Silent Hill. It's kinda weird... And it's not just the fog, either.