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    9 KB TRENCHQUEST - PART II Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)19:51 No.17194145  
    >A gritty, somewhat comical tale set in a wartorn planet with some light scifi/fantasy elements.

    >First thread archived at http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17180245/

    >A couple notes. To the artfag at the bottom of the archived thread: I would be honored! I hope you're here to still read this, post at any time if you have anything. Any other help is this department would also be appreciated.

    >The adventure has left off at this point:

    You decide to enter the dugout, bumming a cig off of a lingering private outside the door.

    Only halfway through do you realize you don't smoke.

    The interior of the dugout is well built, the walls lined with wood and tall enough to stand. It seems to take the shape of a makeshift pub. Soldiers mill around tables in the middle of the dirt floor, while up against the wall stands a cabinet behind a counter made out of stacked crates. A curious, handlebar mustached man leans against the counter, presumably the bartender.

    You pass the cigarette to Hamsfield, who accepts it gratefully.
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)20:00 No.17194272
    examine what the cause of the commotion was.
    >> Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)20:12 No.17194465

    The men in the so-called pub seem to be engaged in the typical rounds of drunken splendor, no doubt trying to drink away the horrible world they dwell in, even if for a few moments. Fellow soldiers have their arms around eachother's shoulders, singing songs of their homelands or ballads of honor won on ancient battlefields.
    >> Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)20:29 No.17194615
    >Shameless bump? This was going somewhere yesterday.
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)20:31 No.17194631
    Try to cheer up these miserable wankers with a rousing song.

    We need a kettle drum, a soprano, and some bagpipes.
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)20:32 No.17194634
    You have my bump.
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)20:36 No.17194666
    Take the time to clean your boots and socks - clean feet are important
    >> Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)20:36 No.17194669
    >I guess I should mention the dice system: roll 1d20, highest result most likely for next action (also effects severity) at my discretion.
    >> Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)20:45 No.17194743

    You attempt to join in on the merriment, trying to incite your fellow comrades into the tune of the First Armored Charge. However, you find them to be too piss drunk or wrapped up in their own horrible singing to get much of a reply.

    A man with a satchel at his hip and a large, swirly beard approaches the counter.
    >> dice +1d20 Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)20:50 No.17194783
    peer at the newcomer! He could be a spai!
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)20:51 No.17194798
    rolled 6 = 6

    aww fail.
    >> mick824 12/12/11(Mon)20:57 No.17194855
    rolled 20 = 20


    let's meet the man with the satchel
    >> mick824 12/12/11(Mon)20:59 No.17194875
    rolled 9 = 9

    or at the very least try to figure him out
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)21:00 No.17194895
    ye gods.
    >you become the man with the satchel, your minds as one.
    >> Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)21:06 No.17194952

    From across the dirty floor you instantly recognize the man. He is dressed in thick, dirty battledress and sports a modified trooper's helmet, complete with forward mounted electric light and unit insignia. At his hip swings a folded, oddly sharp pick-shovel. A leather satchel hangs tightly from the other.

    It's your good buddy from the Alliance Corp of Engineers - McGregor!

    He hasn't noticed you yet, but you start approaching.
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)21:13 No.17195017
    rolled 3 = 3


    "McGregor! What's going on buddy?! Bartender, serve me and my buddies here a glass of the best you got."
    >> mick824 12/12/11(Mon)21:22 No.17195115
    can we use our rolls to help out other posters?
    >> Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)21:28 No.17195171

    You approach the short, stalky man and give him a pat on the back.

    "McGregor! What's going on buddy?! Bartender, serve me and my buddies here a glass of the best you got."

    "Oi! I see the lot of you have been readjusting nicely to the front. Why, I've been toiling down in the-" a hushed look strikes his face, "err, I suppose you boys aren't supposed to know about those yet. Come! Let us wash the mud away with this booze."

    The bartender serves you four glasses of cheap, unappealing liquor brewed in makeshift stills here in the first line. Such drink is common in the first, as the high brass tend not to stray this close to the real danger.
    >> Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)21:28 No.17195179

    >You can role for the same/similar actions, I suppose.
    >> mick824 12/12/11(Mon)21:33 No.17195237
    "well any rumors cropping up recently at yer posting?"
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)21:35 No.17195261

    Going to try to drink the whole thing in a single shot, like a boss.
    "So, know anything about the little airship that paid us a visit earlier? Or have you been busy looking at mud and making holes?"

    Then lowering the tone of voice and asking:
    "And what's the thing we aren't supposed to know, eh? Come on, you can trust us."
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)21:36 No.17195268
    rolled 11 = 11

    Forgot my roll.
    >> mick824 12/12/11(Mon)21:39 No.17195291
    rolled 17 = 17

    i'll roll as well, and i think OP should combine our posts
    >> mick824 12/12/11(Mon)21:46 No.17195377
    i mean combine

    >> Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)21:49 No.17195415

    You grab the shot and down it in one fell swoop. It hits you like a flying pig, but you manage to stay upright. You turn to McGregor.

    "So, know anything about the little airship that paid us a visit earlier? Or have you been busy looking at mud and making holes?"

    "Airship? Haven't a clue, lad. Suppose I did hear a buzzing noise down in the-" He clasps his mouth once again. "I really need to watch meself..." he whispers under his breath.

    "Down in the what? C'mon." You prod him with your elbow.

    "As if I could tell you! Why, you might be a spy for the dirty easterners!" he jokingly replies.

    "I'll tell you this: you'll know when you see it. What do you say we step outside?"

    The four of you wander out of the dugout bar. The area is still mostly the same as it was when you entered, although the NCO has vanished. The two young privates he was disciplining sit against the trench wall. The machine gun nest is still directly ahead of you.
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)21:53 No.17195459
    rolled 13 = 13

    "So What do i see McGregor?"
    while walking towards the Machinegun Nest
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)21:57 No.17195499
    rolled 17 = 17

    Rolling for this.
    >> Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)22:06 No.17195586

    "My boy, that's for another time! I was just suggesting we get some fresh air. I spend the better part of my time surrounded by dirt and mud, I would enjoy a little more time in somewhat less dirt and mud."

    A group of soldiers shuffle by, heading south. They're all wearing iron chestplates and brandishing pistols.

    The sky grows darker.
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)22:12 No.17195647
    rolled 19 = 19


    "I wonder where that lot are heading... Anyone feeling curious enough?"
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)22:13 No.17195660
    rolled 17 = 17

    "Oh i see, sorry for the confusion chap, i blame the weather..."
    See the soldiers
    "Say, anyone knows where that gents were going?
    >> Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)22:25 No.17195785

    Hamsfield steps to your side.

    "They've got daggers, It's probably a raiding party on their way to standby."

    Being an excellent marksman himself, Hamsfield has both supported and accompanied numerous raids across no-man's-land.

    Some say his tooth-and-nail encounters with the enemy have him jumping at the shadows to this day.
    >> Trench Commander !dC3BVWSZ.I 12/12/11(Mon)22:32 No.17195888
    >My apologies, fellow fa/tg/uys. I know this has hardly gone anywhere, but i'm going to need to cut it short. Hardly had any sort of a break today. I'll start another session tomorrow, I promise it will be much longer and action-packed(!). Real life just kind of sneaks up on you.

    >I'll start the archival process, but PLEASE post suggestions for what you would like to see, what can be improved, or adoring fan-letters proclaiming my right to your first born children.
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)22:34 No.17195926
    rolled 4 = 4


    "Oh... May they be lucky enough to make it back, then."
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)22:36 No.17195946
    An Objective would be good, we're just walking mindless around the trenchs
    Oh also a little of drawfaggotry would be cool.
    Hav my babbies
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)22:40 No.17196003
    I thought getting info was our objective. And regarding suggestions for our generous questfag, I was going to say some action would be nice but we are going to get that anyway. And Inb4 we get sent on the raid.
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)22:43 No.17196045
    ... I /think/ I know what McGregor was working on...

    ...Want to know?
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)22:44 No.17196056
    say it
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)22:51 No.17196148

    Go on...
    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)23:10 No.17196367
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    >> Anonymous 12/12/11(Mon)23:21 No.17196497
    >> Anonymous 12/13/11(Tue)00:13 No.17197066
    Somebody archive this
    >> Anonymous 12/13/11(Tue)00:26 No.17197226

    already is


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