This story is about a young man working hard to make a living.What is his occupation? (Choose one)>1: Farmer. Strong muscles makes tilling the earth easier. (STR+)>2: Thief. Nimble hands means easier pocketchange. (DEX+)>3: Doctor. Smart mind finds the cure. (INT+)>4: Musician. Silver tongue pleases the crowds. (CHA+)>5: Write in. (Define which stat this would increase)One night while the young man sleeps tight in his bed after a long days work, something strange happens to him...What is that strange thing? (Choose one)>A: A burgler tries to steal from his room.>B: Wild and vivid dreams of adventure occupy his night. >C: The moonlight slips through his window, bathing him in mystical light.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5981009>Let Joergen participate
Sorry for the long gap since last post. Had some irl things to doI will write soon ish
>Let Joergen participate-Inindur and Joergen interrogates the bandit for a couple hours. When questioned, the bandit replies with insults, jokes about genitalia, and how ugly Inindur and Joergen is.Joergen remains calm, but Inindur can sense how Joergen is waiting for a good moment to perform some violence.How does Inindur proceed?>Convince the bandit to give up information>Intimidate the bandit>Let Joergen do his thing>Try a different method>Write inRoll me a d10 with your vote
Rolled 8 (1d10)>>5986615>Write inPerform a blood ritual in front of the bandit, scare the living behesus out of him. Tell him he'll be next if he doesn't give you answers
Rolled 9 (1d10)>>5986615>Convince the bandit to give up information
Sing, goddess, of thirsty Argos, and of the glory of Hippomedon Aristomachides - sing of the folly of Adrastus, of the savagery of Tydeus and of Oedipal transgressions! Sing, O Muse, of Zeus’ designs, which even now come to fulfillment…
>>5994301Well looks like their chariots are suddenly made of fucking explodium. So did we just kill the entire Tegan royal line in one blow?
>>5994305>>5994323Okay, I think I’m going to give them a chance to leap out of the toppling chariot and basically enter a controlled fall, because they’re slender gymnast types. Unfortunately I’m hosting some family friends for the next several hours so I won’t be able to figure out the mechanics and roll for this until later tonight.Still need the following though, fellas, feel free to roll again if you did one previously:>I need THREE rolls of dice+2d20 to see if Hippo and Pronax shrug off these spearcasts - (H,P,H,P,H,P) format. Hippo has a current +9 block bonus (+3 CON, +3 Dorian armor, +3 blocking skill bonus), while Pronax has a +8 block bonus (+3 CON, +3 unmarked bronze armor, +2 blocking skill)
Rolled 8, 16 = 24 (2d20)>>5994343
Rolled 14, 1 = 15 (2d20)>>5994343We just need to roll a 10 and Pronax needs to roll a 15. >>5994360Well Pronax is safe.
Rolled 9, 11 = 20 (2d20)>>5994343
In times past, giants walked the earth. Now, they shall awaken and walk again. The first nuclear weapon detonated in 1945, showering the earth in radiation that had gone unseen for millions of years. The opening of Pandora's Box led to countless explosions, twice against man, and many more in barren deserts and oceanic depths. As the crust of the planet became charged with energy once more, ancient things began to stir. You play as one of these creatures: A young Kaiju, awakened by radiation and ready to feed on it. As one of many who are emerging into existence, the time has come for you and your ilk to reclaim your rightful place as the rulers of Earth.
>>5994473>why did I attack Ursa?Well, because Ursa attacked us first (of course, I acknowledge that I attacked you originally), he’s wounded, I have no ranged attack capabilities without energy, and finally because Qing-Long has just intervened to save both of us.Why would I open hostilities against a second Kaiju who appears to be friendly?
>>5994478Yeah I guess it’s in character for you. The dragon did attack me though so of course the Hive Mind is gonna have a different opinion on it.
Rolled 2, 2, 3 = 7 (3d3)>>5994212# MemitimHealth: 2/2Energy: 1/4[ Sze: F || Str: E || Sta: F || Spd: F || Spc: D ]>Action 1: (Special) Decohere local reality. Well aware of the sapients observing it, Memitim heavily contorts the field of decoherence it projects, placing the submarine beyond the edge of the effect - far enough to spare them from violent molecular rearrangement but close enough for them to witness the bleak, briny expanse before them spontaneously rupture into a rapturous nebulae of starbursts, slivers of existential paradox, and roiling masses of exotic plasma.> Action 2: As the dazzling lightshow wound down and the vibrant auroras shed their luster as they diffuse into the gradually settling waters, the atmosphere turned sharply. The dreamscape tapestry which had been woven into creation before the mortal onlookers shuddered and began to pinch inwards at a point, and then - like a celestial object running afoul of a event horizon - the dancing miasma of energies collapsed into a pale mote gleaming through the stirring darkness before unceremoniously blinking out within a fraction of an heartbeat. In its place floated the abstract anatomy of the Kaiju the Russians had been monitoring, shimmering with newfound power. (Consume radiation generated by prior action)> Action 3: Memitim moves on from its latest feeding ground, gliding beneath the tides the kaiju eventually arrives at B1.
>>5994481>The dragon did attack me thoughUh, no? The dragon intervened against Ursa, not you.
>>5994498Ah, i saw that I lost 2 hp so I thought his descent was a second hit. Still though, him putting me down and redirecting an attack on me, even if it may have been unintentional, makes him sus, especially since he’s the most likely to be able to hit me.
You're a stick with a witches hat. Your name is Mazela. You're a queen of the witches forest.>Stick around>Become a bigger stick>Grow other stick parts>Other
>>5980084>Other (write-ins)Why are we wasting time here? We have houses to build.
>>5980084>Nudge harder, then check pulseYou better not be dead, we have a crack pipe to sell for mad cash money
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>5980151>>5981012I'll roll now, but do the drawing later when I have time
>>5980151>>5981012Mazela thinks to her "Fuck this shit, I'm tired of this life, I'm tired of doing drugs, getting drunk and going to parties. I'm going to clean myself life, lead a life of sobriety and become a house builder like my papa was". And it was at that moment that the door bell rung. Mazela looked who it is and noticed it's the pigs. "AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW SHIIIIIEEEEETTTTT, just as I'm about to sobber up.">talk to them, see what they want>try to wake up Width Stick Mashallah again>abscond, since fuck this shit>wait, they'll probably leave>write-in
>>5982790>>wait, they'll probably leave
Previous chapters: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heretic%20Cultivator%20QuestMC info Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/x5rCdZpqSect/ disciple info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A0Yghkqs4WxALnnlVJ2uPpphQk9NQ4ME32DzC1qWp7Q/edit?usp=sharingFolklore: https://pastebin.com/AnbsrDcd_You are Huanliuxue (欢流血, Happy Bloodshed/ Happy to Shed Blood), She who touched and dyed the moon red, the rightful ruler of and most impressive amongst all beasts, the heir to the primordial throne of true primordial nobility, an popular amateur writer, the founder and first and current grand master of the palace of natural laws sect (宫殿的野生彝宪, Gōngdiàndīyěshēngyíxiàn) and creator of the cultivation technique following the dao of ghosts and grudges, there heretical art of the Ruler of the Great Wheel's Law(统治者的这重大轮回法律, Tǒngzhìzhědīzhèzhòngdàlúnhuífǎl), and you are also the rightful monarch of the kingdom of the buried army of those who dared oppose the order of the heavens, the aggressors and only victims of the bloodless war, a kingdom of graves, tombs and quiet catacombs filled to brim with vengeful spirits, hungry ghosts and ancient warriors turned phantom calamities.However, the king who has lost his name and been forgotten by all outside of his cursed followers and soldiers trapped beneath the now split mountain you claimed and marked as your own years ago, still holds most of the lands of one of your rightful domain. And while it is but one of the many kingdoms and titles that are rightfully yours, the forgotten king and his toadies have earned your ire and enmity through all the wrongs they have committed against you and yours. They tried to attack you while you were in deep meditation and refining the ghostly essence saturating the tomb kingdom, and during your student's valiant defense of your cultivation chamber, one of those brute's cursed one of poor Qiang's eyes, forcing her to tear it out herself! And since everyone, men and beast alike, mistake her for your daughter, you may as well pay them back for that injury as if she truly was from a litter of yours! And that isn't to mention the insults the governor of his that you've been using like a caged canary and footstool has spat your way. And still is. Even though Yin Zhao has been your prisoner for quite some time, he hasn't once wept or wailed pathetically with the other loyalists you keep caged to sing you pretty and sorrowful songs while you hold court and appease your subjects by alleviating the agony of their wretched and cursed existence trapped here beneath the earth. Not quite in hell, but certainly not alive.Subjects who are now braying and barking for "blood" and vengeance, the fury they feel towards their former leader for getting them trapped in this sorry state driving them all into a frenzy, even those who are usually cool headed, composed and mostly sane after the long centuries confined here by the heavens' spite.Cont
>>5994454A grudge against beasts and all heresy beneath the heavens, a self-hating state on two counts facing an even more renowned if forgotten heretic. That would be a very strange mindset to get into. But this overwhelming amount of Yin Qi would probably make some seriously unbreakable ice.Could we even emulate the icicle enough to pull it off, though? Even Huan couldn't possibly be as self-righteous as that cold bastard, right?
>>5994435>>5994454+1>>5994480She just needs to embody them, which she can totally do.
>>5994491But I dont think she ever would.The old fossil is. . The thing she hates most about the modern era, distilled and refined. Why would she ever wish to be that cunt.
>>5994501Is it not a complete affront to his beliefs to have someone like Huan use his mien for their own ends? I think he'd be pretty inwardly angry at the impersonation, spitting on his grave in a way.
>>5994507Its also a complete affront to Huan to pretend to be a child murdering, self rightious dog of the Heavens who takes an active pride in killing thinking, feeling, confused young souls because they violate a mandate set in place to erase the history of noble beasts.Dressing up as a child killer is not an insult to the child killer, its just gross.
>>5970571>Art: Dan Mora>Alt-Text: Comic cover of The Riddler in the foreground. In the background, cut out newspaper letters spell “Riddle Me This” while Superman and Batman leap into action in front of a maze.Batman: Superman! You have to fight it!Ivy: The sun doesn’t fight. It feeds. Clark starts glowing as a field of flowers spawns in a ring around him. The parks shudder and flexes, the ground itself pulsating.Batman: You are stronger than this! Stronger than most people! You landed on a world of hate and violence and chose to make it better. It doesn’t matter if she’s sapping your energy. Your real power is your will!Your ally grits his teeth, Failsafe buzzes in your ear about magnetic waves but it doesn't have to bother. You can taste electricity in the air. Leaves rustle, but this is no wind. Sfx: SBOOOMMSHH!!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Everything Must Go
>>5992753>TrustI don't wish to harm children.But then again, we have fear gas for a reason. I'm not all that concerned about threshold trying to go into our head either. A guy who regularly doses himself with fear gas is. . . a hazard.
>>5992753>TrustSurely we can suppress them in short order?
>>5992807I mean this guy
>>5993292A quote from "Artifacts" from The Batman, good taste on that anon.Fun fact, the episode was written by Greg Weissman and directed by Brandon Vietti, who would go on to co create the Young Justice animated series.
Previous thread: >>5952601The weird thing that came out of the wall can talk. It tells you that she was just in a room like this, and asks you where she is.
>>5977615You tell her that she is in the famous brothel Wet Bussy and that you're both bondage fanatics
>>5977649>"Aaaaarms? I don't know where we are. I'm Derf."
>>5977649"Where's your bleeding hole?" Of course, we mean the trepanning, what else?
>>5977615>I have no Idea. Could you please search in my headhole for secrets?
>>5979101+1
The great hosts of chaos marched towards Karag Dum. Thousands, tens of thousands made their way towards the ancient ruins of a proud dwarven bastion that had held out for so long. Its cannons had roared, its mithril clad warriors had cut and hewn and cleaved and shot the warriors of chaos. Its forges churned out endless suits of armor, countless weapons, endless stockpiles of bolts. Its mighty walls, placed atop a lone mountain domineered over the landscape, the towers seeming to pierce the very sky and disturb the gods above. And for that, it had to fall. The dwarves fought, and yet, they had fallen to the hordes of chaos. Despoiled, ravaged, raped, as all lands ought to be, sooner or later.You had never seen the Karag before. And now, only crumbled ruins remained. Maybe, the next time you visit it, it won’t be so far in the future, for the crumbled walls and broken towers more remind you of the rotten jaws of a warhound than of a proud bastion overrun by brave soldiers of Chaos.As you crest the bleak ocher hill, you see what you long expected. Beneath a burning orange sky, a gathering of armies, warbands and hosts. Spitting on the ground and uttering a oath, then continue forwards, order your host to make camp while you head for the centre of the gathering, towards the lone tent overlooking the countless hordes.As soon as you step in front of the tent and try peering inside, you feel a shove from behind. Tumbling forwards and already drawing your weapon out, you turn to strike at your assailant, but to no avail, as you fall through the tent flaps, which close shut behind you. A cleave at them leaves your blade harmlessly bouncing from the magical cloth. A rough chuckle emerges from behind you.“Another one!” A Hung chief laughs. “Settle in friend. We all wait long.”A quick scan of the massive tent reveals a impressive gathering of warlords, chiefs and champions, of Kurgan, Hung and Beastmen types, all eyeing each other with doubt, suspicion and spite. Yet, all keep their weapons by their belts. They must have been here for long in order to have relaxed so much in such company. A moment of thinking later, you choose to follow their lead, but keeping your gaze on a bestigor with a head crowned with 3 pairs of horns.You think of speaking to the mob, yet before you can, a female voice booms in the room. “You won’t wait for any more.”In a flash of motion, every blade is drawn and more than twice that many eyes are anxiously glancing around the tent. “A whispering on the steppes had called you all here.” The strange cloaked figure spoke as it appeared in the center.Within a moment, the champions and warlords and reaves and warriors all surrounded the figure, distrustful of each other, but afraid of the figure that just appeared between them.“I called you here.” The figure continued, concealed by the dancing shadows too thick to be natural. “I called you here so that you may wage war upon the southlands.”
>>5993965I will keep it under consideration for the future, Zar Ivan, but for now the path that I must walk requires that my host grows larger.
>>5993707>>5993731The Hound favor you Brother in Bloodshed. My ungors north shall follow you to reap blood and skulls of these pitiful manlings. In the east they shall continue the warpath also, though they be too far to help us they shall reave a swath through kislevites all the same.
What turn are we on? How many do interraid periods last if others keep campaigning?
>>5994175>What turn are we on?I believe 9th turn.>How many do interraid periods last if others keep campaigning?Until everyone retires/dies.
>>5993987I think pink is generally a color associated with slaneesh and a couple of dark elven factions
"Wake up." You open your eyes to the familiar, yet always somewhat imposing, stone walls of your room in Blackthorn Keep. Your name is Caden Blackthorn, the eldest son and heir of Lord Edric Blackthorn and his dear wife Lady Agatha. At fourteen, the weight of your future responsibilities as the lord of Blackthorn Keep already presses on your shoulders, a constant, if not entirely unwelcome, companion.The morning sun barely filters through the narrow window, casting long shadows that dance across the floor. You rise, the cool stone beneath your feet a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed you reluctantly leave behind.Today, unlike most days filled with the rigorous studies and training expected of a lord's heir, promises a brief respite. It's the day of the Autumn Festival, a day when the entire keep and the surrounding villages come alive with music, laughter, and the scent of fresh harvests.>A) A strange sense of déjà vu washes over you, leaving you with the eerie feeling that this moment has unfolded before.>B) Fragments of a half-forgotten dream flash through your mind, hinting at terrible things on the horizon.>C) Memories of another life, filled with a decade of pain and heartbreaks, the adventures of a prodigal son, flood your consciousness vividly.>D) Your mind is clear, with a focus solely on the present, unburdened by the past.
>>5991596>>5991713>>5992153When you and Mirena return to Blackthorn Keep, darkness has already fallen. The Autumn Festival has come and gone, leaving the grounds empty and quiet. There's always next year, you think to yourself, suppressing a sigh."I found them!" One of the guards shouts upon seeing you and Mirena nearing the gates.Soon, your father, mother, Castellan Hugh, Sir Allister, and others arrive. It’s clear your absence was noted and didn’t go unnoticed."This is unbecoming of you, Caden," your father, Lord Edric Blackthorn, shakes his head, disappointment lacing his words. "I understand that Mirena has blossomed into quite a pretty woman, but a nobleman should take care not to disgrace a woman living in his castle.""We didn’t do anything like that!" you protest, your face flushing. The implication that you sneaked out to indulge in illicit activities with a common-born girl sends a ripple of anger through you. Castellan Hugh looks furious, clearly unhappy with the idea that his daughter may be considered tainted, ruining her chances of finding a suitable match."Caden and Mirena are childhood friends who went on a walk, nothing more," your mother, Lady Agatha, steps forward in your defense, looking noticeably healthier than she did that morning. She smiles at Mirena. "Isn’t that right, Mirena?""Yes, my lady, we went on a walk. Caden escorted me safely," Mirena adds hastily, her cheeks reddening. "He did nothing dishonorable.""Even so, this could cause a scandal," Castellan Hugh mutters. "People may think my daughter is ruined, harming her prospects for marriage.""In that case, perhaps I can play matchmaker and propose a good match for Mirena, here and now," your mother suggests with a smile, nodding at you and Mirena before turning to your father. "I propose we betroth Caden to Mirena. Our son will soon need an heir to carry the Blackthorn legacy, don’t you think so, Edric?""This is a bit sudden," your father replies, taken aback. Clearly, he had hoped for a match better suited to his only son and heir than the castellan’s daughter. "We should think about it longer.""Edric, they have been in love since they were children," your mother insists, making both you and Mirena blush, your heart pounding in your chest. "It would be a crime to tear their young love apart for political reasons. I don’t think we’ll ever find a better match for our son than the girl he has always loved."
"What do you think, Caden?" your father asks, genuinely considering your mother’s proposal."I would be honored if Mirena takes me as her husband," you reply, your voice surprisingly steady despite the racing of your heart."And you, girl?" your father turns to Mirena, eyeing her appraisingly. "Would you take my son as your husband?""She would," Castellan Hugh interjects, speaking for his daughter. He had hoped to marry her to a second son or an old widowed lord. Marrying his daughter to the lord’s heir is a match he could have only dreamed of. So, he doesn’t bother with his daughter’s consent."Let Mirena answer for herself, Castellan," your mother says firmly, a quiet strength in her voice that makes Hugh back down and lower his eyes. "Mirena, would you take Caden as your husband? You are free to answer truthfully, without fear of coercion.""I’ll be honored to marry Caden, my lady," Mirena murmurs, filling your heart with happiness. "I have... always been in love with him.""I know, girl," your mother smiles, then turns to your father. "What do you think, Edric?""Well, I’m not the kind of monster that would tear these young lovers apart," your father chuckles, "Social status aside, any man would be fortunate to have such a pretty bride. You have both my permission and blessings, Caden."And just like that, you became betrothed to your childhood friend, the girl you’ve loved for as long as you can remember. Yet, not everything is perfect—you remember the pagan hut you had seen in the forest and the evidence of blood sacrifice within. You'll need to raise this matter with your father and investigate further to protect the peace of the Blackthorn lands.But that is a problem for another day. Tonight, you’re the happiest man in the realm.
This is where we'll leave Caden and Mirena in this timeline. The next chapter will likely return to the original timeline, where the crusade veteran Caden awakens in the inn where we left him in the first story.
>>5993146alright, thank you OP. As I haven't played the og quest, can you give me a summary of it ? all I know is the "cucking" that happens since anons always talk about it whenever this quest is mentioned
>>5993348https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5871209/
You're a modern Western man who was transported to 1600's Japan. What isekai powers did you get?>High stats>Save scumming>Other
>>5979175>You trust the pilot>>5979236What's your deal? Is this your D&D character you're trying to turn into a thing?
>>5979745its a quest that died immediately after some anon started spamming mazela quest in votes of a lot of other quests
>>5979748I see. Thanks for the lore, anon.
Watched the finale. New thread will be up soon
>>5985034That show was dogshit, but your quest is good nonetheless.
Your name is WALTER HARTWELL WHITE. You have just woken up after your 50TH birthday. It's time to go to the hospital.
>>5985211>DISCUSS WITH THE FAMILY. Talk to your family in the car. (+2 WALTER POINTS)>BURGER TIME. You need some comfort food to get over these depressing results. (+1 WALTER POINT)
>>5985211>DISCUSS WITH THE FAMILY. Talk to your family in the car. (+2 WALTER POINTS)
>>5985211>Write-InStart driving like a maniac on your way home.Fuck it, might as well live a little.
>BURGER TIME.>>5985239>>5985339>DISCUSS WITH THE FAMILY.>>5985243>>5985276>>5985301>>5985339>>5985883>COFFEEBERG.>>5985243>>5985276Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5987399"Jr., don't you kids have a saying?GG NO RE?"
One day, while searching the woods for a sparrow to crack with your pocket of stones, you come across a small cave at the base of a mossy hill. It smells like wet stone inside but as you venture deeper, you get whiffs of an odor like the one that hangs over the village cemetery on dry summer days. It is then you see it. There is a man sitting against the cave wall, his legs outstretched. Sleeping, you think. The light from the mouth of cave is not enough to make out his face and hailing him does not rouse him from his slumber. You inch closer. A rusty gauntlet glints from his hand, resting just above his knees. You reach out to shake his shoulder and small mouse jumps out from his head and runs into the darkness making you yelp and jump back. You can make out now a white skull, picked clean of all flesh, and masses of cobwebs in the hollows. A cruel black arrow sticks out from the man's belly. He is most certainly not sleeping.In the other hand, you see a leather scabbard clutched close to the chest. It is with a great effort that you wrench it from the chewed fingers. It is covered in dust and smells vaguely of rat droppings, but the blade inside, when you draw it out, is as sharp and shiny as the day it was forged. You've never seen anything so fine.>What do you do?[ ] Show the blade to your father, it'll surely fetch a fair price at the market, and your family will be glad for the coin.[ ] Hide the blade inside your tunic and present it to the old watchman, Delaney Halfhand. Perhaps he'll teach you how to use it.[ ] Wear the sword on your back and swagger triumphantly to the village well, showing it off to the other boys. You can't wait to see the green in Thomas Bishop's eyes![ ] Other
>>5976923>[ ] The cavaliers of Riverstone would never lie and neither will you. You've always been a straight and honest boy and choose to remain sinless.
>>5976923>The cavaliers of Riverstone would never lie and neither will you. You've always been a straight and honest boy and choose to remain sinless.
>>5976923>[ ] Admit no more than your finding the sword in the woods. It is the truth, after all, and the part which you've left out will not harm anyone.
>>5977082We dindu nuffin after all.
>>5977339
Old Maple Hill. That’s what they call it, mostly because that’s what you called it, and even then only because it is centered around... Well, a small hill, with an old maple tree, and you were a child, and you never thought it would be the center of an entire community. Funny how things change. Your name is Ezreal Mious Van Houtzmann. ‘Mious’ means ‘wisdom’ in the language of your mother's people, the Sylvan Elves of Dappulyet, whom you may never see or visit again; you can only hope she got your last letter, before you fled your homeland in the pursuit of world peace and personal freedom (it’s a long story). “Van Houztmann” is your human father’s surname... Well, sort of. He was born merely ‘Rudolfo Houtzman’, and seems to have added the ‘van’ and the extra ‘n’ as some form of dramatic flourish. You adopted it much later. It means ‘of the strong men’. Despite all your hereditary strength and wisdom, however, sometimes you feel like a leaf on the wind—a summoned wind, a night-wind, generated by the beating of great wings beating in the unseen dark. Under your stewardship—and that of Izirina and Costella Fanucci, the women whom you love—Old Maple Hill became first a sort of sanctuary and rehabilitation center for those humans of Hawksong—the world’s preeminent metropolis—who had been afflicted by the chimeric plague better known as ‘the dragon-pox'. As a reward for your good works, your trio was granted the hill itself and the land around it was gifted to you in trust, to preserve and protect in the name of the fairy court upon that eponymous hill. After a year-and-a-half abroad—first in homeland and then upon the sacred moon itself!—you returned with divine knowledge of the holy arcane, to share with those grateful and newly-sorcerous subjects of Hawksong who had decided to remain there. Partly this was out of pride, and out of solidarity with Izzy and Costella, and partly due to a sense of responsibility for what you had wrought. More and more, though, you wonder if you really had any say at all... Almost four months ago, you undertook a diplomatic expedition to the Sylvan Realms to rescue the monstrous son of Hawksong’s prince Cosnort—secretly some form of ‘aragonborn antipaladin’ in service to the Gods of Darkness. You hadn’t done this out of any love for those horrid entities, or even the Prince Consort or her majesty Queen Ekaterine, but because you believed it the best way to keep the peace between your peoples. You’d succeeded, but at a great cost.
>>5993612>>5993580>freudian slip*clucks[I don't think I've ever done cuckoldry, have I? I guess Izzy the Infiltrator lost Edwin to another woman, but she also introduced them... And also was fucking around, actually. I guess I have, actually!
>>5993621>I don't think I've ever done cuckoldry, have I ?I hope not, but then again I haven't read your other works, kek
>>5993580>>Follow them, but to attempt parley—you want to know what happened here, and what they know of the Ashurati>Let the past remain in the past—Zi can keep her secrets
>>5993580>Let them scatter—you will meditate here, and search for clues as to what occurred and where the denizens of this place went>Ask Zith-Zi about her past, and her sympathies>Commiserate over lost former friends and allies over some alcoholMaybe she’ll get a good cry in, if she cares enough about them. With any luck, Carazzi could sympathize and lend a shoulder to cry on.
>>5993580>Let them scatter—you will meditate here, and search for clues as to what occurred and where the denizens of this place went>Let the past remain in the past—Zi can keep her secrets
You're Mazela, the queen of the witches. You live in a hut standing on chicken legs deep in the forest and use your psychic powers to defend women who have been abused by men. Today the miller's wife has come to you with a black eye. "My husband beats me when he is drunk," she cries about her abusive husband. How do you help her?>>Grant her psychic powers to enslave her abusive husband.>>Teach her a curse to kill her abusive husband so she can find someone better.>>Write In
>>5977027>>The boy you loved in your youth betrayed you and abandoned you for a rich girl with big tits.Is the quest always going to be filled with annoying spam?
>>5977027I will swap my vote from >>5977060>The boy you loved in your youth betrayed you and abandoned you for a rich girl with big tits.just to get the quest started
Dead quest
>>5978338Oh no :(
>>5977027OP don't fuck me over :'(. I'm counting on you!
>After many moons, the Narrator returns from actions which would make the most homo of fags tremble.>The Narrator, that amorphous blight, will not divulge into this further. Spinel's world has enough faggotrous activities at present. >GRAPE FLAVOUR is back and has undergone slight mutation in how to play.>GUIDELINES; >Players will submit suggestions they'd like to see! >Narrator will choose ONE suggestion out of all sent to guide the direction of the quest. >Narrator may take handful of suggestions at any time to present for a vote to decide how we progress. >You are currently Spinel and last we saw you had been presented some options....https://archived.moe/qst/thread/5707323>Dig yourself a hole and crawl into it in the feral position>Was there any cool and strange technology Pink Diamond left behind? Go press some buttons>What will you do?
>>5978096>Off you go!>>>You are now Lapis. >You rub your temples in frustration, Peridot some few feet away from you lays exhautsed on the Stinky Couch.>You can hear her...juices...dripping against the floor and squelching under her as she moves ever so slightly. UGgghh..>You just wanted to get high. C'mon pick up the phone Spinel..>BZZZTUrrghh...Spinel this is really important... >Try not to groan, because it excites Peridot.>You didn't want to deal with a bunch of stupid garbage too. >"Ooouhhh..."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5978106>I see you need help from the one.>The only.>The-unfairly-on-a-certain-registry>Peridot's help to understandHOW TO PLAY THE GAME;>Players send in suggestions! >Narrator chooses one suggestion at a time (mostly), these will help direct the story. >Narrator MAY choose at random intervals a handful of suggestions to be voted on. >This is the only time narrator will provide choices directly. >That's it! Hopefully that makes sense. >Now if you'll excuse me...i have a marshmallow waiting to meet a VERY unconventional hole, ehueheuheuheh.>PERIDOT, OUT.
>>5978139Play some vidya. Do gems have games?
>>5978139Play vidya (if we have some) or board games.
>>5978139>>5978193+1Play vidya and then gawk in horror at the audacity of the male fantasy.
