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Read the rules: https://pastebin.com/hQMZiGUM
How to play: https://pastebin.com/ehJnx9SL

The dice you put in the "options" box is:

>What is /conqst/?
/conqst/ is a 4Chan story-telling game that is just like Risk but allows you to have more freedom in defining your civilization. By joining this game, you are constantly involved with the drastic changes of the global story through events, new civilizations, strong national strategies, and diplomacy.

>Can I join/Stop playing?
Yes and yes! Read the how to play guide. If there isn't any free territory (shaded in white), some players may be nice enough to give you land or allocate a puppet state. If not, then you could wait until the next game (or when I kick out inactive players). If you want to stop playing, just either let me know or stop going to this thread.

>How hard is it to learn how to play this game?
Not too hard. You start with 5 territories as one nation, expand until you can't expand, and choose to either attack, fortify, or defend. Plain and simple. You also get +1 attack and +1 defense for every certain amount of territories you own, and gain National Strength (NS) and gold every roll. The how to play guide covers more on all of this.
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Greeting, we the Delta Verdant would like to extend a trade deal with your country. We offer various kind of foods, spices, ornaments and exotic animals within our border.
There are no alchemical ingredients and never was and if you think there are you are free to go pick them in the forest yourself and tell us the tale. We will however trade in raw resources. Are there any other trade partners we should know before signing the contract?
Raw resources would also be perfect. The Thin Skins are a small part of The Lakshmindian Corporation, an Alliance centered around Trade. It would be our pleasure to introduce you to our Ally, in exchange for 50 gold.
If you mean everyone than I accept. accept...Гpeбaныe eвpeи...Пoдoжди, oн eщe включeн?
Why excellent, we will have more wares soon to pick from. We are very glad you can put them to good use!

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What foul things lurk in the deep, dark places of the world. And surely chief among them is the unknowable evil, from time before time. The devourers of thought, the eaters of brains; the mindflayers!

You are one of these abominations, and how glorious it is! A firm slender body of strange hue, crowned by a tentacled head and ravenous maw. A grim, alien gaze connotes a mind beyond measure, and a hunger for the forbidden. Well equipped for success in your inscrutable plans, and strive for domination!

Ah, but first what sort of mindflayer, or illithid, are you? What unique trait differentiates you from the rest of your grotesque kind?

>Body - The physical form cannot be denied or neglected, and you benefit through balance with the mental. Unlike other illithids, your body is robust and healthy, and as a bonus you can survive bodily strain better including the need to feed on brains.
>Mind - The true power of your race is the mind, and yours is beyond compare! Your mental abilities are greater, and as a bonus you can manage your senses better, such as sensitivity to light.
>Void - The origin of your kind, you have a natural tolerance of the realm beyond time and space, and can safely dabble with its influence. Gifts of the Void are yours to share with the world, and as a bonus you are resistant to magic.

I was in a car accident recently, so this is something to occupy myself while recovering. I'll try to QM as much as I'm able, so try to bear with me, and see if we can have some fun.
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>Enthrall them while they're sleeping, or while they are deep in their cups (with a healthy dose of sleeping drought provided by the servants). After, have the servants strip them of their armor (and magical artifacts) for bed.

A clever ploy to make use of those you've already bent to your will! Having minorly enthralled most of the castle servants at least, there's a general support of your efforts among them even if they aren't aware of it. And in this case your efforts aren't too much, just something which they already would do, and that is drinking and sleeping.

So it's just a matter of learning the patterns of the adventurers from the servants, what they can observe and tell you. Then, to have Laele with ingestible poison of hers to taint drinks meant for the adventurers. The agony of waiting in uncertainty, but within a few more days there's some celebration among the humans where the adventurers all drink together. Well most everyone in the castle celebrates, but the lowly help like the guards take to rowdier means of having fun out of sight of the nobles, so the adventurers wouldn't seem out of place when they drink and sing themselves into a stupor and pass out.

"In here, please. On the rug should be fine."

"Well, either the bastard spared no expense, or the surface has a lot to offer iblith like these."

Although you only have a limited time that you can pull this stunt off, it should be more than enough to at least influence Ademar's hired help. One at a time so as not to raise suspicion, you have a few servants to drag an adventurer to your room, then the mental work to be done before they are dragged back to the barracks. Laele cares to stay and watch you do your work, though she is impressed by the specimens themselves. With her own talent for magic she can sense the equipment the adventurers themselves have, and it's nothing to dismiss... enough that she dearly wants to steal some things if you didn't prevent her.
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Only whatever item they each have, which defends against your abilities. To have those removed, influence them to not notice those missing items, and to dominate them. It's quick work, shoddy even as in the next few hours you wrap your tentacled maw around each victim's head and mentally lead them astray. But shoddy or not, you feel it's sufficient to get the job done. Like the castle servants, their behavior will be unaltered but they will remain susceptible to you, such as when ignoring the pleas for help from their employer.

"You know I didn't think that would actually work? By the way these types live they usually wise up quick to poison... I guess their defenses aren't suited to drow, never dealt with us before."

"...wait if you didn't think it would work, why didn't you tell me?"

Interestingly, by nature of your mental interaction with them, you get some glimpses of the adventurers themselves and their lives. It's a bit of a sore topic for you however, since they are more or less the same as your own host, when she was alive. You have no regrets or anything like that, but it's a bit... difficult, to see and relive some memories and lives which are so similar to your own. Or rather, were her own, the human you once were in a sense.

You don't let it compromise you however and before anyone, particularly Ademar should notice the strange circumstances involving his unconscious guards being brought to and from who knows where, the work is done... you think. Enough for you to feel confident moving forward with the plan now. Ademar himself is no pushover, but now he won't have an excess of dangerous guards to stop you from doing anything.

Plus, four less people in the castle now who can see the truth about you.


"I didn't see you at the festivities my dear. I said before, you aren't a prisoner. What's the good in a beauty such as yourself hiding away in your room?"

Another appeasement meeting with Ademar a few days later, another sit down to listen to his flattery and sense his impure thoughts towards you, while you offer him scraps in the hopes he won't eject you from the castle or worse.

Only this time, you don't feel so powerless. You play along for the time being, looking for the right chance, but as the two of you sit together in the records room your anticipation remains high. The door remains open, and two of his adventurer guards stand just outside within sight as always. But to them you appear as just another human noblewoman, and they would take your word over Ademar's even if he started barking orders. What more, Laele is also present just outside the window of the room, listening and waiting.
Why, the perfectness of it all makes your tentacles tingle and writhe, such giddy glee you feel. One of the few, true joys that illithid have, to hold malignant yet imperceptible control over a situation. You could just grab him at any moment and end things, but you delight at playing along and dragging things out. Only better if he knew, but you wonder if you could have some fun with him, while nodding along to his blathering and considering what to do with him when the time comes.

>You're enjoying yourself but enough is enough, just lunge for him and be done with it.
>Reveal the truth, maybe even bring Laele in, and see how he reacts. See what he has to say for himself, give him a chance to relent.
>Drags thing out as long as you can, you're in no hurry after all!
Also go ahead and figure out what you actually want to do with the man now, that you can overcome him.

Whether it be simply killing him, enthralling him (to what extent), perhaps taking his identity or impose him into willing cooperation, or even just let him go to see what he does. Or whatever else, you may have in mind for him.
>Drags thing out as long as you can, you're in no hurry after all!

I say we test out our charisma, see if we can get him to come into our clutches willing. Plus, illithid trying to seduce a man just gives me a chuckle.

I say we enthrall the man, and get him to slowly introduce us to the nobles in the castle, in a private setting. Also, pick his brain over the nobles and our drow targets.

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Back at it again, it's PKMN Gold/Silver!

Where were we again? Oh yeah. You're a PKMN trainer on your PKMN journey. The goal is to get to the top, collect badges, beat the elite 4 and become a PKMN master!
Oh, also you're kind of a deputized cop looking for whoever murdered MR. POKEMON.
And you lost your gun and somebody is running around firing it. Whoops!
But you've got a lead in GOLDENROD CITY. You've just got to meet up with your associate YAMATO and bring the mysterious SENTRET to ELM's CONTACT to get some information out of it.
Simple, right? Right.

We pick up where we left off, looking for YAMATO at the local DEPARTMENT STORE...


Oh yeah before you forget, your current PKMN team consists of:

Totodile - Irwin
Teddiursa - Teddy
Hoppip - Brutaxinator
Togepi - Fuegomelet
Onyx - Rocky
Slowbro - Brosef

You have 6 Pokeballs and a Fast Ball, and uh... about 2000g? something like that.
Quest Archive:
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>>4F. Drug Store
>5F. lingerie & Swimwear
Where else would she be
Supporting this
>5F. lingerie & Swimwear
>5F. lingerie & Swimwear

Your name is Shu, and when the world was devoured by a predator from beyond the stars, you took the hell it became and made it your heaven. Humanity’s been reshaped into a vicious, feral thing by the Crucible, their bodies twisted into raging beasts of muscle and bone, voices and minds warped into tools of war. The Daughters—combatants elected by the Crucible to fight and devour their fellows to reach even the apex of hideous strength—are perhaps the lucky ones, granted the freedom of choice in a world where most humans, flora, and fauna have been melted down into a carpet of raw biomass that’s pulled taut across our world.

Like every other Daughter in existence, you can feel the pull—gnawing at your bones, pulling every fiber of your being towards the tether between a mutilated earth and an alien sky. You call it the Cord, and it’s said that reaching it’s summit will grant the Crucible’s victor the power to reshape all that is into all that will be.

A siren’s song, beckoning you to the end of all things.

But you? You’re not interested in playing dice with the universe.

You’ve defied the will of alien conquerors and slain gods-apparent on your way to break this eldritch game, but you count your greatest victory to be the allies that you’ve gathered by your side; a team of fellow Daughters that you’re honored to call family. Gina, Rath, Amara, Julia, Dorian, Francine, and November...to say nothing of the dozens of other like-minded survivors who’ve refused to let a little thing like the end of the world stop them from doing what’s right.

Now, as you seek to surmount a range of perilous cliffs, you find yourself skirting the edges of two threats—a massacre before you with its butcher in the aftermath, and a titanic being that’s brought cities to their knees.

This is your story…

...and you are in control.

Previous Vein: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4430305/

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Body%20Horror%20Quest

Character Abilities: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p_asyKKcyCbQieAAXo1oogBucLtzSypx8-M9vqA96zE/edit#gid=1685687578

Trypophilic Hive, Ver. 3: https://pastebin.com/bUWG6TNF

Relics, Ver. 7: https://pastebin.com/kHzW2hbd

Dual Techs: https://pastebin.com/2jZ5Zhyx

Character Profiles: https://pastebin.com/eL2zTZ4f

Quest Fan Works: https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/1comL20X2jUrPO0p7QMdFinwAwdXHre2F9A5bdXif7_k/mobilebasic

Twitter: https://twitter.com/bodyhorrorquest?lang=en
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oh lord now im just imagining waking up in a dark room strapped down to a computer that only allows for this quest to be open.

>"we WILL finish this quest in a month. every delay means someone loses a finger. hey, stop crying, how do you expect to type properly through so many tears!?"
Over time, we lose our sense of reality. Did the lives we lived before the dark room ever exist? Has there ever been anything other than the dark room? Perhaps it was all a dream. Perhaps we are but dreams. And when the quest ends, we will wake, and find ourselves to be no more.
please. don't remind me the veins where we had spent hours and sleepless nights holding council on Level ups. I kinda like the comfy slow burn pace we're going at.

Also, Uncle Death would not be out of place in the Crucible as a zany yet unnerving guide to any newborn daughter in the Crucible.
ill both very much miss those level up sessions and also never regret any changes that shorten their length. its a weird set of contradictory emotions im feeling on that one.

(...this would actually make for a good Daughter, come to think of it.)

(I rather enjoy this pace, myself. It's a lot more manageable for me, and I'm not stressing out nearly as much as I was.)

(Also, Uncle Death is, in my opinion, my favorite iteration of Death I've seen thus far.)

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You are Nakashiri Koharu, a regular shinigami at first glance, but a double agent for two quite unnerving souls. That’s how you ended up in Hueco Mundo, with the tasks of creating more arrancars for Captain Aizen, and finding Shinji for Urahara, both former captains of the Gotei 13.

Going unconscious seems to be becoming a habit for you, as you wake up in a crude, lab-like room, with Lahela by your side. Her worried but now relieved expression has become quite familiar to you.

“Again?” you groan.


“Ugh. Wait, why do I feel sti-”

You lift your head just enough to see yourself covered in weird goo.


“Calm your tits,” you hear the voice of a hollow come from nearby, as they waddle over with weird tendrils in place of limbs. “It’s medicine.”

“W-W-What is this stuff?”

“Do you really want to know?” they say as some of the tendrils go over many glass jars filled with a blueish goop, and start applying it to other injured hollows and arrancars with the many tendrils. The hollow feels more like a slug than a squid or octopus though.

Disgusted, you move your fingers apart and wave the hand. For some reason, this stuff feels really familiar, like you’ve.. met it before? That’s weird.

“So, uh… I assume things were handled peacefully?”

“Yess. It happened againss, but ssomeone else wass there. Not the sscary one. Put Grimmssy to ssleep. Then I carried you bothss here.”

You nod with a smile and sigh in relief. “Thanks. How is he?”

“He leftss already. But assked to deliver a message,” Lahela says and feels a bit uncomfortable.

“Yeah? What is it? Come on, just say it.”

“F-Fuck you..”

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It sucks, but considering her (ironically) strong loyalty to Aizen we would have come to blows either way. But a desire for freedom is something Koharu can relate to, just have to learn that fact in-universe
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You are Nakashiri Koharu, and you’ve just witnessed the rise of a new member of the Espada. With an end to this match, the situation begins to dissolve.

“Your duties remain the same. Continue to monitor the realms and find suitable arrancar candidates. Meeting concluded.”

With that proclamation from Aizen, the Espada begin to leave, one by one.

“Am I to expect a rematch?” Nnoitra says and grins to Grimmjow.

“Damn straight.”

“Don’t disappoint me kiddo.”

And he leaves.

Yammy, Aaroniero, Nelliel and Harribel simply leave without a word, while Szayelaporro lets out a simple “Tsch” while adjusting his glasses as he does so. Lillynette drags the sleeping Starrk away with a lot of cursing.

Aizen gives you a subtle smug smile, before vanishing himself.

“Congratulationss on my behalf too, Grimmjow.”

He ignores her though and focuses on you. “I did your dirty work, don’t forget you owe me now.”

“Right. I won’t. Don’t forget your manners though.”


You make a small jump and grab him by his hair, pulling him down into a bow towards Lahela. “What do we say?”

“Fuck you!”

You kick his groin. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that?”


And he collapses on the ground.

“Maybe I overdid it,” you wonder, while looking down at his body with Lahela. “He did get a lot of injuries...”

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Your attention turns to Kaizar though, who didn’t leave. With his invisibility in reiatsu it’s incredibly unnerving that you forgot about him completely.

“Step aside.”

“W-What are you doing?”

He holds out a hand above him, and a blue goop starts to secrete from his palm and down onto Grimmjow. It looks… suspiciously familiar.

“It’ll help him.”

As you try to keep yourself from vomiting again, Kaizar drops down the wall and walks towards Lubina, watching her bloodied body.

“Still alive.”

You and Lahela join him down there. The area here is ruined from the battle and every step you take raises a mix of ash and dust.

“Now I don’t know what this whole business here is, ladyboy, but as long as you keep it out of Vanaheim I don’t care,” he says and turns to face you. He seems kind of pissed off. “What I need to know is whether I need to prepare for war on a third front now too with your shitty intervention.”

“So Alex told you, huh?” you smile awkwardly.

“She said some interesting things, yes. Things that give me enough reason to kill you right here and now,” he says and grabs you by your throat. Lahela tries to do something, but he just shoves her head away as you struggle. “Hueco Mundo needs no more barons, especially not one with an army of mindless murder machines.”

He lets go of you, leaving you to cough and catch your breath on the ground. The ash and dust don’t help, though Lahela comes to help you up.

“Unfortunately if one of the Calamities has woken up, I can’t just indulge in my urges to murder degenerates. So start talking. Why are you here? What are you trying to achieve?”


>Be open with him, explain your situation as a double agent and searching for agency.
>Be vague, tell him you’re just looking for power and influence where you can get it.
>Refuse to answer him.

Extra options
>Ask about a possible alliance of realms
>Tell him Cruciforma can be controlled
>Ask him to heal Lubina
>Be vague, tell him you’re just looking for power and influence where you can get it.
Our goals align us with Aizen and we aren’t planning on causing hollow major problems simple enough.
>Ask him to heal Lubina
He probably sees us as too weak for an alliance, might as well show we really do care about his kind.
>Be vague, tell him you’re just looking for power and influence where you can get it.
We have no reason to spill the beans to Kaizar, but we should make it clear we don't want to cause trouble, and that Vanaheim is cool.

>Ask about a possible alliance of realms
Test the waters on how welcome a bunch of ex-crazy spiders would be... you know theoretically haha

>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=beyond+that+blue
>Discord: https://discord.gg/D2QGKxBd87

>‘You’re meeting up with Commander Tague? Must be serious.’

‘Well, not directly,’ Belfast sighs, shifting herself slightly to the left to avoid the river of human beings from continuously bumping into her. ‘The JOC called in some misplaced time-tables and they need someone with clearance to verify the situation. It just so happens that the tossers that were supposed to put this in for the JOC to have on their marks for the day haven’t filed in the changes required … or that they have and are just taking the afternoon off for a sneak in on the festivities. It’s not as if it’s an abnormality … but administration and bureaucracy doesn’t care for deviations from protocol being marked down as acceptable incidents.’

Bismarck giggles behind a closed fist. You wear a frown, not quite getting the humor yourself.

Well, this is as far I can go with you lot,’ she lets out, putting her phone away and wheeling around to depart. ‘As much as I’d like to lean in for the graduation ceremony and parade, I believe it would be healthier for Akashi’s sanity if I sorted this confusion out before one of the marine commanders launch themselves into another complaint about us sticking pencils in their hair necks.

Bismarck snorts in amusement.

You’re not sure that you understand the sense of humor of the Ironblood, but …

>‘Why don’t we come with you? We came out here together, didn't we?’
>‘Be seeing you, Lieutenant. Make sure to pick up a pair of earplugs on the way in.’
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>‘Bunch of humans, huh?’
>‘I don’t get it. We already did what Commander Tague asked us to do. Why are doing all these check-ups?’
>‘You two doing all right?’
>‘This would probably have gone a lot better if the jocks and the navy weren’t so anal about jurisdiction.’
>>‘You two doing all right?’
>‘You two doing all right?’
>the other missing patrols in any relation to the first?
>‘Bunch of humans, huh?’
>>‘You two doing all right?’

You are Johann Fol, a human student who had recently lost his foster dad and was forced to transfer to Garsis academy in the elven city state of Cairth under the protection of a new guardian: Miss Yuni in Gladefall Dorm, Tenfaro Street.

Under strange circumstances, you happened upon a mysterious parallel world known as the Moonworld, filled with strange creatures known as shadows thriving in a hellish post-apocalyptic landscape. It's up to you to purge sin out of Cairth as part of your agreement with the malicious entity, Ruin in Form.

An attempt on Miss Stag's life, a giant monster slayed in a blizzard, and a confused dryad had his fate decided by you. Oh, and a golden mask from a very secretive fan club.

What a sublime week you are having so far.

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Moonless

Also, a reminder. I am not the QM, the QM is snail. I merely post the thread due to snail being image range banned.

Welcome back to Cairth
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" Good Afternoon , Domulus." An elf with short cyan hair, azure eyes and freckled chocolate skin was patiently waiting for your arrival. She was just a bit older and taller than you by the looks of it, maybe a year or two? Is that a scab at the base of her neck? Nah, it is... barkskin? huh?

"I am Julos Solis. Your Socius or partner." You just kept staring at her barkskin. She can't be a dryad; you don't see any branches and her polite mannerism is definitively elvish. She is either an elf with a weird scar or a hornless dryad. No inbetweens.

>Are you a dryad or an elf?
>I still have zero idea what I have gotten myself into.
>Just call me Johann. What is your name?
>So what are we gonna do?
>Write in!
>So what are we gonna do?

Gotta act all business like
>>So what are we gonna do?

"We need to plaster some of these posters in Koris. The people must be aware of our existence." Oof, Kaz just had dethroned right there. She is the undisputed queen of monotone.

"But why? we are already kinda popular with kids and teens. I see them opening our app all the time."

"Do you question our orders, Domulus?" Zero emotions. She had none.


"Then we must carry our order immediately." And so you did, You helped her to find certain hot spots for those 200 posters. The posters themselves were purely motivational aimed for non elves in particular. The two of you did avoid the CPD just in case.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Ut in medium afferemus." The elf/dryad left you mere moments after that last poster. What a waste of time.

You returned to bed, a bit salty for the whole fan club thing... maybe you should just leave them fools, damn you sunken cost fallacy!




「Continue Maq's rehabilitation 」
「LYST: Reach the highest point in Cairth」
「 Find the Director」
「 Find the identity of Wrath OR pay enough Makka to Paloa」
「 Visit the Moris」

The Buducka was delicious mix of purple rice and duck meat. It filled you up real quick... certainly not a breakfast meal but you will eat anything at this point.

Another traffic jam. You are lucky to have found a seat, doubly so for a single seat so you won't get all touchy touchy with another passenger.

>Read a book [Specify]
>Read Garsis Weekly [Specify main topics/side topics/ ADs]
>Study something [Specify]
>Browse your phone instead
>>Read a book [The Lamentations of Dyadidaud]

It's soaked up dust long enough

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Be Colonel Tadeas, Commanding Officer of the Tagrian Rough Rat’s: 84th Mechanized Infantry Unit. The 84th and I, have been reassigned to reinforce Scarus Sector from a steadily rising number of Ork Raiders, as such the Departmento Munitorum has Co-opted a Merchant vessel to transport us to the sector (Though If I’m being candid, I’m almost certain the Munitorum Co-opted the merchant to save on costs on transporting just a single regiment.) This was supposed to be a few month’s travel, a simple trip from the Calixis Sector to the North eastern fringes of the Scarus Sector. 2 months minimum and 5 at maximum. But things are never really that simple.

Midwarp transit, our little merchant struck a shore in the warp reef, whatever the blazes that meant. With a start, our vessel found itself desperately steering into even more turbulent currents, rather than see the ship torn asunder by the jagged reefs. For nearly 10 hours we had been thrown nearly every which way aboard the ship as the blasted navigator did their best to get us back on course. Bloody good that did us.

Having passed the 6th month mark I eventually forced an audience with the Captain to get an understanding of the situation we now found ourselves in. To my horror our situation was quite a deal worse than just being delayed to our position. The navigator was having extreme difficulty trying to pull us out of the warp, from what was explained to me, we were in some sort of warpstorm that wouldn't let us leave. Until we could navigate free of this warp storm we would be stuck traveling in the warp. Remaining in place was not an option, we would need to keep moving.

2 years is how long it took before we managed to break warp. 2 years of practice drills, 2 years of drinking, 2 years of pointless administrative paperwork, 2 years of occasional reprimands, 2 years of being stuffed up with a regiment of guardsman with cabin fever. When the ship's fuel was beginning to run to a dangerous low, the emperor showed us that he might indeed have a bit of sympathy for the 84th, and finally parted the warp storm. The return to realspace saw an instant rise back in morale.

As it is my duty I should of course check on the tactical disposition of my troopers.
>This is my first time trying a quest, I've only really worked on contained stories on Tg and was made to move to Qst for a necron story I've written.
>Here’s hoping you all enjoy the trip.
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hm yes, never figuring out how to roll dice on tg has indeed come back to bite me in the ass. It seems i will have to simply curl up into a ball until i can figure it out.
Rolled 2 (1d10)

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Things unfortunately didn't quiet as intended, within moments of arriving to the perimeter line of the enemies patrol station we received a hasty vox message from our specialists and the heavy weapons team. “We’ve been spotted, engaging patro-” The line was hastily cut off by the sound las fire. There was no use in going quiet now. I looked to the 2 armored chimera’s, “Well that's it then, forward into the enemies line!” I exclaimed.

With a roar of a load engine whir, and the crushing screech of tank treads we advanced into enemy territory, Infantry charging in behind the chimera. We rushed through the toppled remains of the labyrinthine hive buildings, and hab districts, sending up a trail of dust and small rubble up in our wake.

We must have made 3 blocks before we could hear the engagement ahead, the whine of distant lasguns firing off in concentrated focus. And then we heard a Sudden FWOOPMPH, followed by a short whistling...Then a bone rattling explosion that seemed to shake the very ground, it had the unmistakable cry of a rocket launcher. Hoping against all odds it had been our boys, we charged to the scene of the combat, where we finally received our first glimpse at the enemy.


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The year is 2021, and Civil War rages across America. Across major cities, communists rise under the banner of the Proletariat Revolution. In the Northwest, a fascist warlord state has emerged to provide order and security. The East Coast is consumed by fighting between US military remnants, local warlords, and U.N. Peacekeepers. Texas is once again its own republic, and the West Coast has turned into a Chinese puppet managed by mega-corporations. The world's going up in flames, and nobody knows what tomorrow will bring...

You are the Messenger (former name: Walter White) and you lead the Sun Belt Crusaders. Your group is best described as a radical Catholic cult claiming the papal throne backed by meth, violence, and cunning. Having fled your native Southern California, you have established a presence in Arizona, just southwest of Phoenix, in the village of Mobile.

Your has had some success settling down. Diplomatically, you've secured a patron in the nearby town of Maricopa, which provides significant material support in exchange for your services. Slowly, you are also gaining clout with its populace. Your faction also enjoys a close relation to Maricopa's autonomous Reservation after helping a local figure execute a coup and establish a new government. Militarily, your faction has won a number of small skirmishes and has taken over (at Maricopa's behest) a mountain base previously used for raids.

The Crusaders are presently in a relatively calm period. The prison warden turned raider warlord who seized significant stores of wealth, once-freed slaves, and a gigantic amount of meth from your faction is currently busy elsewhere. The arrival of Phoenix's revolutionary army to Maricopa has been delayed, allowing you to help with internal matters there and grow your influence. Your crusaders, growing restless, enthusiastically take up mercenary work in Phoenix with a colorful crew of firearm enthusiasts. What kind of storm, if any, this calm precedes remains to be seen.

Beyond your small territory of Arizona lie the many dangers of the Badlands. These range from yet other convicts turned raiders, cartel elements, hostile government actors (perhaps even in your own faction), and a myriad other groups you're slowly discovering. Looming over everything is the major urban center of Phoenix, which is consumed with a massive war raging between a revolutionary faction called the Phoenix Occupied Zone and a loose coalition opposing it. If either faction takes control of the city, it will become the regional hegemon and likely take over the Badlands. And, finally, an outside faction such as Chinese-controlled California could start making moves in the area at any time.

Your short-term goal is to continue surviving and expanding. Your longer term goal is to somehow secure Phoenix and the Badlands. Your ultimate goal is to bring the Glory of Christ to the entire country, no matter the cost in blood, meth, or tears...
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Ye. Have then be snipers as well.
Problem is, we can't really support them and arm them with what they need to survive and be effective. At least for now.
We also need a paratrooper cardinal.....

Look the problem here is, what you want we can't have.

We don't gave the manpower, the equipment, or the expertise to even begin a paratrooper unit. You're talking about commandos and SF? Where do you intend on getting them from? How are you going to train a bunch of people with 0 experience to be paras? Using a fucking crop duster?

And what, do you envision doing HALO jumps out of a crop duster for secret squirrel missions with a handful of highly motivated militiamen?

Look man, personally I love paratroopers and would love to use them, but we ain't got anything to facilitate the creation, much less the use, of paratroopers. Hell we simply cannot afford any splats or cripples from training right now. We should be proselytizing instead of playing at being mercs, for dubious rewards at that.

Any case though, fuck you for that autism in the Enclave quest.
Agreed. Had we say, three military cargo planes and the spare manpower to train enough Crusaders to fill them with 50-70 each the plan would hold some merit. We'd be able to drop a large enough contingent for them to operate effectively behind enemy lines without support from our main units. As it stands right now, we have neither of those things,

We'd be better off prioritizing Mobile Warfare or Urban Combat training, as for the foreseeable future our combat scenarios will revolve around either hunting raiders on behalf of Maricopa out in the badlands or getting involved in the street fighting in Phoenix proper.
>street fighting in Phoenix proper.

Just saying, an actual killdozer or 3 might come in useful in such a situation

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Rolled 9 (1d13)

>Go for more strenuous exercises. Gotta get hard! (Roll a D13, best of three. To beat: 9)

We need more power.
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“It is, of course, needless to describe the function of the Star Dynamo to the Supreme Ruler-”

“Yes, considering the fact I was permitted to study it in my equivalent of grade school, where as you were not prepared for it until at least university, technician.”

“Errmm- umm, yes, your Eminence. However, we have found it prudent to condense all available information for our presentation- if you would give your, erhm, permission?”

The technician fidgets nervously. He's never worked on your staff before, and is a little starstruck. He must be well aware that him and his team is trying your patience. You tap your finger on your desk, allowing him to continue.

“As you know, the Star Dynamo is our race's most revolutionary scientific discovery. It allows the direct transformation of energy into motion. However, unlike with traditional propulsion methods, when the energy from this device is turned off, the momentum it has generated ends as well. As in, a spaceship traveling at 10% the speed of light between two points ceases to move and loses all momentum when the generator ends, where as any common sense would dictate the air molecules inside the craft would combust from the sudden friction, not to mention the untold damage to the astronauts. But this does not happen. This violates the law of inertia and has fundamentally changed our understanding of the universe. How is this possible? There are three theories.”
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It's a type of cloud that's really up high.
Cirrus works for me
Cirrus is a cute name
Bandwagoning on Cirrus.
I support Cirrus aswell.

Also we should consider sending a ship to meet their ship. We could establish a quicker communications with through their envoy ship and also we could assess what this "envoy" ship actually is and their motives before they could reach our system.

Your name is David "Gunny" Rockefeller, no relation.
A veteran of the united states marine corps, you find yourself in a far-out situation after an all-too-close encounter of the third kind!

In the last thread, you dealt with a couple of pirates named Treg Kezel and Gildur, and ended up taking in the latter of the three as a cabin-boy, together with a robot named Clank and a baby lizard which you named "Princess".
You spent a good while collecting loot from the downed ships and then headed back to Xebric station. On the way there, you were attacked by the wraith that had been haunting your ship, and managed to beat it to death!
Back on the station, Sadia corp gave you a missive containing important information on Gron's hideout and urged you to deal with the situation.
You then paid a scavenger firm to clean all the loot out of your ship, dropped off your bounties for a bit of cash and stopped by the hospital to visit grandpa gas-bag.

After a slightly traumatic experience, you quickly set up a small workshop in an abandoned warehouse and made your first attempt at smithing warp metal, which went surprisingly well.
Now you find yourself back on the ship, cooking a bit of dinner and relaxing before getting back to work tomorrow.

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>Put him in a body bag and leave him in the medbay
>Put him in a body bag and leave him in the medbay
>Put him in a body bag and leave him in the medbay

Maybe time for a decision. We're not expected to come back from this alive (due to what they just said, only a fool would assault a colony station with nothing less than an army) I want to tip off Dark Star to move their station, maybe steal this cargo freighter, maybe not, we should decide what we do with it, and GTFO.
key word assault; we're only here to extract a single person, so we can make a surgical strike and just grab gron.

i feel that's pretty much within our capabilities, but we need to think this way better
The easiest thing would be
>kidnap gron
>Also kidnap the old man
>Extract with both of them, old man is hostage
That way we don't take flak from the entire station.

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"It's also covered in real gold. They said you can eat it and I tried but it doesn't have any taste. But at least that means you don't have to bother opening them one by one."

Big Mom lifts the chest above her head and tips it over so its contents roll into her gaping mouth. When the last of the chocolate coins rolls into her mouth she slams her piehole shut and starts chewing with a very satisfied smile on her face.
"What a great gift! I like nothing more than sweets and surprises! How did you come up with this?"

"I was just thinking about what I'd like to get."

The big lady leans forward and grabs your body like it was a doll and lifts you up. Unlike Fishy's hand hers are obviously old but not wrinkly due to all the fat and they smell of sugar and perfume, almost like cotton candy. Big Mom then walks over to the giant table obviously meant for her and she sets you down on top of it where an identical but normal sized replica of the table is found with some chairs. She makes you sit in one and pats your head before sitting down herself.

"There there. What a thoughtful young man! Mama-mama!"

"Nice table."

"You like it?"

"Yeah very smart. It's a pain when different sized people want to sit at the same table..."

"Right? Mama-mama! It's sadly not a perfect solution. Imagine! A world where everyone can see eye to eye because they are the same height! That'd be the best."

"What about One Piece?"


"I thought you Emperors want it more than anyone."

"Ah. Yes, of course. But it's not my dream. I'll become the Pirate Queen but it's only a stepping stone. My real dream is that my family and all races could sit at the same table in peace. What about you?"


"Yes. I have lots of friends you know, friends that can tell me things. But when I asked them about you they came up short. Like you just sprouted one day from the dirt, ransacking one island after the next. I wonder... who are you? Where did you come from? And what is your dream you little bundle of mystery."
Big Mom grabs the edges of the table and leans on it. As she does the whole table starts tipping towards her. The large teeth and her almost dripping saliva is deeply unnerving. You're feeling like chocolate now.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Tell you what, if you answer my questions I'll let you ask some things from me! It's only fair that way."

You lean back and cross your arms.

>She seems friendly enough. Tell her everything she wants
>Let's not get carried away. You'll tell her some stuff but not everything.
>Don't wanna
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Agreed, I'd like to see some stuff with the slaves as well, maybe that devil guy will join the training with some other non-weenie slaves and start our first subordinate crew, that'd be pretty cool.

And yeah interactions with other supernovas or just pirates who don't want to ransack fishman island passing through into the new world.
Got something cooked up for you. I may not be able to run as I'd like to now but I can still do this at the very least
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Three shapes are dashing around at blinding speeds. To the uninitiated it looks as if they disappeared but the thunderous sound of their blows betrays their presence. A punch or a kick connecting with flesh but rings like metal. A kukri comes in from the side this time.

The blade stops and does not cause a serious wound.

"Watch out!"

The third shape jumps in and shoves the one with the knives out of harms way. The razor sharp wind flies above their heads and cuts into the stone walls that surround them.

"Tch. That Haki is seriously annoying."

"That was dangerous Mary! You could've hurt him!"

"Yes that's the- ow!"
She stops and looks down at her exposed midriff. Blood quietly bubbles up from a tiny cut on her side. It stings as the air caresses it.

"Your Tekkai needs work."
The three young marines look towards the entrance where the voice came from. An imposing figure walks in. They did not expect him.

Mary nods.

"Mister Lucci! Why are you here? Are you... limping?"

The former assassin looks down, he thought he was masking it pretty well. Evidently not.
"It appears that I am. My leg still can't take a hit. I need to reinforce it further."

"The doctors said you still need recovery! You shouldn't exert yourself like that!"
Coby protests but Mary has different concerns.

"Who did you kill?"

Lucci smiled.
"The man whose position I'm going to get now."

"D-Did you kill someone just so you could have his job? We're the world government! Such cutthroat actions are more befitting of pirates!"

"It may seem like that to you weaklings. But the ugly truth is that the higher you go on the totem pole the more vicious the competition becomes. The government can use any number of recruits but the number of officer positions are limited. The easiest way to ascend and to ensure the strongest individuals get in positions of power is to kill the one above you and take his place. But that's enough, it does not concern you. Only her. I'm taking her with me and you can stay with Garp if you like. But that's not what I'm here to talk about. I got something to show you."
Lucci raises his wrist.

"Is that a black den-den mushi?"

"Yes. This is a special one that not only taps calls but also records and plays them back. I think you'll find what my "predecessor" was talking about."

Pressing a button Lucci made the snail play back the last call it intercepted. Two people start talking in code names and exchange nonsense phrases to ensure the agent was not compromised and that the one on the receiving end is authorized to hear what they have to say.
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"I'm at Wholecake Chateau. The Tea Party ended without any major interference."

"Have you been compromised?"

"Of course not. And I disabled the surveillance in the room. The line is secure."

"Everything is as usual then? How about the "New Guest"?"

"The intel was correct. Capone Gang Bege requested an invitation from Big Mom and paid handsomely to receive it."

"What was his purpose?"

"Our suspicions were correct. He pledged his allegiance to Big Mom and requested to become part of her crew. She agreed. It is unknown however if he plans to betray the Yonko as per his MO or if he intends to use her sphere of influence to stay safe from his enemies."

"Irrelevant. Either way that's one of the Super Rookies out of the picture. Anything else?"

"Yes. There was a second guest of great import. Cavalier Silver."

There was a brief silence filled with static.
"We had no intel of this. According to reports he claimed Fish-Man Island as his territory and he's been busy securing it from outside forces."

"He was still present at the party. I'll be forwarding the pictures to you shortly. Not many were aware of his coming. I only managed to extract any relevant information from her lower ranking officers. According to them Big Mom laid claim on Fish-Man Island as well. But apparently after a short argument Big Mom conceded on the condition that he comes to the Tea Party."

There is an even longer pause coming from the other end.
"This is not standard behavior."

"Indeed it isn't. Furthermore the two of them talked personally. What's more, it appeared that Big Mom was more than eager to meet him in person. However neither of them showed any interest of joining the other or even allying. They just talked."

"Understood. I will report this to the higher-ups. It appears we'll need to keep a closer eye on him."

"Should I eliminate him?"

"Negative. Too many unknown factors. Success not guaranteed. Potential loss of useful asset too high."


"We'll assign another agent to gather information on him. Aegis Base out."

The recording ended there and left the three kids with more questions than answers.
"W-Was that-"
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"Cypher Pol Aegis 0. This Cypher Pol unit falls outside even the governments jurisdiction and isn't considered part of the original 9. They answer straight to the Celestial Dragons. So this information is genuine. Cavalier got in contact with Big Mom."

"Master you think-"

"That this has something with Garp said? I tried to look into it. I found either nothing or more red tape than I can cut through. I believe he was telling the truth. And if he's right and if Big Mom was part of that crew then she'd make that connection as well."
Coby and Helmeppo look at each other and swallow nervously as their imagination runs wild. Meanwhile Mary just scoffs.
"Whatever the case Cavalier is clearly starting to spread his wings now that he's in the New World. He's claiming territories and actively protects them and conspiring with influential individuals. As predicted he's going to become a problem. Luckily I managed to also get in contact with someone who might be useful-"

A new figure steps out of the shadows behind Lucci.
"Good morning! My name's Kaku. A pleasure to meet you whippersnappers!"

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Welcome back.

Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.

When a roll is called for, roll a D100 unless otherwise specified.

For a short summary for the new and to recap:

You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of Seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills.

Last time, you made it to a small roadhouse pokemon centre on Route 2 ahead of the rain and stayed the night. The next morning, you challenged two trainers to battles and won before you tried to challenge four young women afterward. You were declined and offered a boon from one of them instead, before things turned into a game, trying to guess what their dream careers are...
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Yeah, it doesn't have to play out like that but I've come to assume that if someone gets brought up in a quest, they'll eventually show up.
It was more of a childhood friend thing anyway.
Just hope she's alright.
>>The look on Kathryn's face when she came in and thought we were making out was great.
I support these
+1ing this too

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A gun, bed and funeral for free.
That’s my lot in the Black Company.”

It took the Earth 10 long years to die. Like every planet afflicted by the pervasive sentient plague that swept the galaxy at the turn of the 23rd century, aptly named The Rot, Earth’s demise was slow and agonising at first then violent and sudden by the end. The seas boiled and the air turned to ash in the wake of the continent-shattering orbital bombardments that cleansed her and a hundred other worlds.

20 years later, the dust of the Purification Wars has settled and the surviving xenos empires have finished carving up the remaining colonies of those less fortunate races between them, including those few left from Earth’s initial phase of expansion. Just rewards for the victorious alien’s part in saving the galaxy. The surviving human population, once many billions, now numbers in the mere millions. An entire race of refugees, vagrants and backwater outcasts begging, stealing and labouring as second-class citizens, servants or slaves under uncaring alien masters.

A lifetime of backbreaking work for stale recycled oxygen units and a handful of credits is the best fate most humans can hope for. Little wonder then that the violent but lucrative life of a mercenary holds such appeal. As the novelty of peace wears off and the rival alien nations rattle their sabres once more, human mercenaries are in high demand for their crude effectiveness and affordable prices.

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>>“Got the tags. That’s all we need.” It’s time to roll, no point in sticking around. You don’t disclose the helmcam, it’s best not to leave anymore evidence of that stray unlinked file on record than you have to. [Xenophobe]
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>“Did you learn some Chinese just to irritate me?”

>>“Got the tags. That’s all we need.” It’s time to roll, no point in sticking around. You don’t disclose the helmcam, it’s best not to leave anymore evidence of that stray unlinked file on record than you have to. [Xenophobe]
I think our squaddies can understand the need to leave bodies behind when we're under threat of being bombed into oblivion.
Meh... Chinese would be 懂了吗?They say it sometimes in Firefly.
okay? I don't speak Chinese.

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