So another fucking quest. And you couldn't even be arsed to mark it accordingly.

>>36974568
This is a side project right? Non-canon?

>>36974595
Builders =/= Quests
>>36974626
Naturally.

>>36974568

>Name: Mr Mittens
>Gender: Male
>Age: 2
>Race: Cat
>Fluff:
Mr Mittens is a cat with mind control powers. He lies in the sun all day and controls people's minds. Also he wears kitten mittens.

>Equipment
>Special Abilities
>Bonus

>>36974568
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment:
>Special Abilities:
>Bonus:

Pol maymay

>>36974568
>Name Kalazubal
>Gender Chaos Elemental
>Age all numbers between infinite and zero at the same time
>Race Chaos Elemental
>Fluff: A minor Elemental from the plane of chaos that was summoned to this world and the let loose because wizards.
>Equipment
>Special Abilities
>Bonus

>>36974568
>Name Clovis, King of Ghosts
>Gender Male.
>Age Forgotten.
>Race Ghost King
>Fluff Born in a forgotten time in a forgotten place, in life Clovis had the unique ability to devour the essence of the soul, empowering his own and granting him the ability to “kill” ghosts, upon his death the essence of every devoured soul flowed into his own, empowering him and granting him sovereignty over the ethereal, nowadays he just watches the world move on as an observer, although when things get boring he likes to stir up trouble.

>Equipment
>Special Abilities
>Bonus

>>36974568
>Name
Aya
>Gender
Futanari
>Age
17
>Race
Elf
>Fluff
Aya is a young hermaphrodite of moderate height, but exceptionally curvy frame. Long blond hair falling down from her head, to her ever so slightly sun-kissed bottom, it's heart shape firm and toned. Born with bright blue eyes and a full set of luscious red lips. Suffering from amnesia, Aya relies on her good looks and third leg to get from place to place.

>>36974568
>Name: Antonio Luiz "Lead Burrito" Mendoza-Armenes
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Mexican
>Fluff: A gang-banger with a heart of bullet casings and verde sauce, Antonio, or, as he goes by on the streets, Lead Burrito, is on a holy quest to destroy his elf-loving, blue-wearing, spell-slinging brother.
>Equipment
>Special Abilities
>Bonus

>>36974568
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in a holy order amongst the shifting planes, one of the many attempts to bring any sort of stability to the ever changing lands. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys.
>Equipment:
>Special Abilities:
>Bonus:

>>36975204
>>36975355
Brothers?

>>36975462
>>36975355
only if he bones elves and wears blue

>>36974971
Equipment: Kitten Mittens
Special Abilities: [Mind Control] - The weaker willed are subject to your whims.
Bonus: [Adorable] - +10 to all convincing, +15 to purring
>>36974991
Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband
Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly.
Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping.
>>36975030
Equipment: None
Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
Bonus: [Randumb] - +10 to actions with no bearing in the scenario whatsoever, -10 to mundane actions.
>>36975041
Equipment: Ghost Dildo
Special Abilities: [Consume Soul] - Whenever a being is killed, Clovis can gain one aspect of its existence for his own.
Bonus: [Ethereal Form] - +10 to sneaking and stalking, +5 to dodging
>>36975096
Equipment: Lead Pipe
Special Abilities: [Flirt] - You can attempt to disarm any foe and convince them to do what you want. Subject, of course, to the foe's sexuality.
Bonus: [Amnesiac] -10 to observing and remembering information.
>>36975204
Equipment: Sick gat, soft taco shells.
Special Abilities: [¡cállate!] - Antonio can silence gringos with a spray of salsa.
Bonus: [Mean puta] - +15 to Cappin' bitches, -10 to moving anywhere without a posse.
>>36975355
Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword
Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

Rolled 53, 8 = 61 (2d100)

>>36975537

>Name: Antonio Luiz "Lead Burrito" Mendoza-Armenes
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Mexican
>Fluff: A gang-banger with a heart of bullet casings and verde sauce, Antonio, or, as he goes by on the streets, Lead Burrito, is on a holy quest to destroy his elf-loving, blue-wearing, spell-slinging brother.
>Equipment: Sick gat, soft taco shells.
>Special Abilities: [¡cállate!] - Antonio can silence gringos with a spray of salsa.
>Bonus: [Mean puta] - +15 to Cappin' bitches, -10 to moving anywhere without a posse.

1. Today is the day-- the day Lead Burrito caps his punk-ass coño of a brother. To start, he rounds up his posse-- dredging them up from the bar, their porches, and Home Depot.
2. "Lawfully acquire" ten buckets of verde sauce from the Taco Bell in the white part of town. Those crackers don't need it.

Rolled 20, 14 = 34 (2d100)

>>36975537
>Name Clovis, King of Ghosts
>Gender Male.
>Age Forgotten.
>Race Ghost King
>Fluff Born in a forgotten time in a forgotten place, in life Clovis had the unique ability to devour the essence of the soul, empowering his own and granting him the ability to “kill” ghosts, upon his death the essence of every devoured soul flowed into his own, empowering him and granting him sovereignty over the ethereal, nowadays he just watches the world move on as an observer, although when things get boring he likes to stir up trouble.

Equipment: Ghost Dildo
Special Abilities: [Consume Soul] - Whenever a being is killed, Clovis can gain one aspect of its existence for his own.
Bonus: [Ethereal Form] - +10 to sneaking and stalking, +5 to dodging

1. I'm getting kind of hungry, lets start a war, find to kingdoms that have tense relations with each other.

2. Attempt to uncover the secrets of the ghost dildo why and how does such a thing exist, do NOT stick it into anything.

Rolled 17, 12 = 29 (2d100)

>>36975537
>Name Kalazubal
>Gender Chaos Elemental
>Age all numbers between infinite and zero at the same time
>Race Chaos Elemental
>Fluff: A minor Elemental from the plane of chaos that was summoned to this world and the let loose because wizards.
>Equipment
>Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
>Bonus: [Randumb] - +10 to actions with no bearing in the scenario whatsoever, -10 to mundane actions.

1. Now that I am free I must ... oh shiny. Take the shiny.
2. What was I doing again, ah yes learning to control my essence. Maybe try throwing it at people. Wonder if I can turn one into a duck.

Rolled 84, 100 = 184 (2d100)

>>36975537
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband
>Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping.

Action 1: Gather other skinheads
Action 2: GET THE FUCKING SUBHUMANS
SMACK HIM IN THE BACK AND SMACK HIM IN THE HEAD SMACK HIM UNTIL HE'S DEAD

Rolled 37, 88 = 125 (2d100)

>>36975537
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in a holy order amongst the shifting planes, one of the many attempts to bring any sort of stability to the ever changing lands. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys.
Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword
Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

1. This is the morning! Set out on our great and noble adventure, in no direction in particular. Search for good folks in need of an honest helping hand, who must undoubtedly be everywhere.

2. Look for some traveling companions to take along in our grand adventure. Hopefully, ones that aren't pure evil or manipulative dicks, but I'm not picky.

Rolled 97, 90 = 187 (2d100)

>>36975537
>Name: Mr Mittens
>Gender: Male
>Age: 2
>Race: Cat
>Fluff:
Mr Mittens is a cat with mind control powers. He lies in the sun all day and controls people's minds. Also he wears kitten mittens.

>Equipment:
+ Kitten Mittens
>Special Abilities:
+ [Mind Control] - The weaker willed are subject to your whims.
>Bonus:
+ [Adorable] - +10 to all convincing, +15 to purring

1-2. Practice to control the mind! Gain control over stronger minded people!

Rolled 16, 51 = 67 (2d100)

>Name
Aya
>Gender
Futanari
>Age
17
>Race
Elf
>Fluff
Aya is a young hermaphrodite of moderate height, but exceptionally curvy frame. Long blond hair falling down from her head, to her ever so slightly sun-kissed bottom, it's heart shape firm and toned. Born with bright blue eyes and a full set of luscious red lips. Suffering from amnesia, Aya relies on her good looks and third leg to get from place to place.
>Equipment: Lead Pipe
>Special Abilities: [Flirt] - You can attempt to disarm any foe and convince them to do what you want. Subject, of course, to the foe's sexuality.
>Bonus: [Amnesiac] -10 to observing and remembering information.

1: Aya searches around the local Island to find more preferably cute, handsome or beautiful people.
2. Seduce them to find out more information and if condition 2 is met, lewd them

I just want to say that this thread pleases me, lurking for a while.

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>>36977086
I thread pleases me greatly as well, also lurking for possible shenanigans.

Rolled 32, 42 = 74 (2d100)

>>36977863
>>36977086
Better get running then, otherwise this is dead

>>36977866
Calm your tits, I've been writing an update for the past half hour.

Maybe longer..?

Rolled 85, 58 = 143 (2d100)

>>36977877
Last person posted like an hour and a half ago though.

You aren't even Orodnon

>>36977895
>You aren't even Orodnon
WHAT?! Why did noone ever tell me!

>>36977895
Nice palindrome dice

Okay... So. In the spirit of Kabblah our first QM has already seemingly disappeared and a new one shall step up.

>>36975634
You're a man with a mission and that mission is to put that no-good elf-humpin' brother of yours ten feet under. Time to make preparations. You head down to the bar-othel, Tequila Layla's, and walk in to find your posse 'hard' at work.

"Ey compadres! Quit slappin' your cajones on those bruja! We have work to do mes amigos! You boy, pull outta here and bring me the rest of the gang! I'll take over while you're gone..."

>53
A little later a ragtag band file their way into the bar, seems about half of your total numbers. Ah hell, should be enough to down your poncy brother.

You and your men finish off and head out, you resolve to make a stop by the local Taco Bell. Need more verde sauce.

>8
Alas the Taco Bell know your kind well and spot the advance of your band long before your reach it. Must be something in the swagger.

They sound out over the PA system, informing you of the snipers on the rooftop. Squinting you can make one out. Not one to be deterred by no bitch snipers you fire your gat and tell half your gang to start the run.

A few gunshots later and you hightail it outta there, holing up in the local chopshop, Spic an' Span, whilst the hear dies down.

Posse remaining: 8

>(Cont.)

>>36975667
As you float across Holland you recall bygone eras when the air was filled with more ghosts than men, smoke parting before you as you proudly strode across great battlefields and... Well you're waxing fair nostalgic, but enough, the current age is bereft of such jollities and it is time to make amends to such a state.

Time for another war.

>20
You drift lazily on the wind, scouring the continent for a couple of petty kingdoms to stir into action, wheedling in the ears of their crusty monarchs, whispering their whims away...

Alas you realise that you are in Kaiser Merkels empire and that turning it against itself is more futile than making use of that-

WHY DO YOU EVEN -HAVE- A GHOST DILDO? What does it do, how does such a thing exist, and what HAPPENS if you sti-

Actually, forgot the last part, that surely cannot lead to good things.

You study the ephermeral object in quiet contemplation...

>14

And nothing happens. It just sits there -well, floats- and does bugger all. You can't even remember how you came across the damn thing.

>(Cont.)

>>36975705
You glance around you, stone dais bubbling beneath your feet, no flippers, brimstone rising through your nostri-snout. You seem to be in a stone chamber, dimly lit by hovering orbs of flame which illuminate the gathering of men, garbed as they are in rough and colourful woolen robes. An alpaca saunters through, decked out in gold trinkets that jingle and gleam and-

SHINY OVERLOAD.

>17
You reach out with an appendage only for your hand to sizzle as the flesh begins to peel back, your bones meeting resistance.

"Halt Beast! We have you sealed in place! Heed our wishes and we may deign to free you!"

You drop your hand, which quickly morphs into something else that is wholesome once more, and stare with your many blinking eyes at the gaggle before you. The impudence they have. They beleive THEY may stop an elemental of CHAOS?

They wish to impede CHAOS, that which by its VERY NATURE is UNCONTROLLABLE?

You scoff, and an idea springs to mind - perhaps you could project your essence at them, see what becomes of them when they meet it. Maybe one would even turn into a duck.

You retract the stalks upon which your eyes sit, concentrating as you draw on your very being, pooling it within, gathering it all and-

>12
-try to fling it before you, only for it to muster in your forearm but go no further. You watch in perplexed horror as your forearm warps into a goose.

>(Cont.)

>>36975710
You stand in yuor cell at a proud 195cm, close shaven blond hair and bright blue eyes that gleam with the passions of aryan supremacy.

After successfully crossing to the UST and 'infiltrating' their prison the time has come to rise your brethren.

You crack your knuckles and cross to the bars, meeting the gaze of the guard across you. His steely blue gaze. You raise your hand in deference to the great Kaiser Merkel and the guard mirrors you before fishing out the keys to your cell and releasing you.

You stride out and call out to your brothers, your fellow skinheads, all proud and strong purveyors of your nation's great ideals.

>84
"My brothers! The time has come for us to do what we must do. To bleed these states crimson. To stamp our boots through the subhuman filth! My brothers! The time has come for the Fourth Reich to become known personally on this continent! Suffer not those inferior beings to live!"

With this a resounding cry breaks out and the guard briskly sets about, unlocking each and every cell. He doesn't pause to check the inmates, it is irrelevant. As the fellow skinheads and subhuman trash pour forth fighting breaks out immediately and one particularly nasty brute rounds on you. Pfah! He thinks he can defy the fatherland?!

>100
As he bears down you step forward quick as a flash with an uppercut to the jaw which shears through his skull, pulp and visceral spraying around you.

You turn and survey the brawling with grim satisfasction. Today you rise.

>(Cont.)

>>36975722
You stumble out of the transplanial portal into what you've been told will be the mortal plane. You're here to seek great and noble adventure, to bring glory unto your order, to avoid temptation!

You look around you, great rolling mountains span your view and a pink petal catches your eye as it drifts past. You turn to admire a cherry tree in full blossom. You spot a settlement over yonder and set off, for surely there must be a worried soul in need of assistance there?

>37
You come to a village of slant-eyed folk, who speak in a voice that grates slightly, as if they were talking through vibrating sheets of metal. Curiously they speak your language flawlessly, even the accent mimics your own.

It turns out that none of them really require much help barring an old lady who claims to need assistance taking an offering up to a shrine in the mountain - apparently her legs aren't what they once were.

You hesitate when it comes to replying to the request - it wasn't quite what you had in mind - and seeing you dither the old lady says you need not decide this moment, but are free to find her later if you decide you are interested. You thank her and she bows to you before turning and hobbling off.

Well, that particular quest aside, you require companions and where better to find them than a local tavern?

>88
You head to the source of rowdy merriment and there find some willing accompaniment:
- a young, fresh eyed lass, eager and bright. Her skin is smooth and her hair a gleaming black.
- a fresh faced youth, with messy hair and a broad grin. He slaps your back and offers you a drink.
- an older lady, sporting great assets that her curious foreign dress doesn't quite contain. She holds her hand to her mouth as she locks eyes with you and giggles sultrily.

Who will you choose to take with your on your ventures?

>(Cont.)

>>36975761
You purr contentedly to yourself. This is the life, sun, wide walls and the ability to control minds. You've spent your younger year with great amusement as you pull the strings of the simpletons that look after you when you deign to visit their household and now you feel that it is time to get into action and seek greater glories!

But first, some last practise at wheedling whims.
>97,90
You prowl into the living room to find your humans busying themselves with that device that shows them things. Leaping atop a footrest you turn to them and mewl to grab their attention. Locking eyes with them one by one they set about dutifully fullfilling the roles you set them.

"Quite so! It IS that hour of the day!" exclaims the father merrily as he leaves for the kitchen.
"Indeed it is! A salmon we shall steam!" chimes in his wife as she follows him.
"Sir Marmaduke, would you PLEASE do me the honours of scratching your belly?" begs their eldest child, a daughter in their teens with delightfully frizzy hair that you enjoy batting with your paws on occasion.
"No, let me!" chips in her younger brother.

Well it seems your mental prowess is in tip top condition. Which child do you allow to pet you?

>(Cont.)

>>36975897
You glance about you and find yourself in a bustling town. Strange, must be the amnesia - you have absolutely no recollection of how you got here. You skip up to a nearby pedestrian to enquire about your location.

"'Scuse me mister, but pray tell me where I am!"

>16
He stops in his tracks and slowly turns to meet your gaze with soulless eyes, a strand of ginger hair straggling across his knobly face.

He doesn't say anything.

You timidly take a step back, then turn and half flee, half prance as you cross the street and beseech aid from another person. Batting your eyelids and clasping your hands in front of you to press out your chest this time you look demurely up at them as you ask them the same.

>51
A slightly dazed woman in her middle years turns to your this time, eyes staring through you as she replies. "Thissus Maynooth, dear." and seeing your blank expression, "It's near Dublin."

She idly winds a ginger lock around one finger.

Ah. Ireland.

And that concludes that round of updates.

Hopefully people are still in this thread to continue the ventures of their characters. I'll probably stick around long enough for another round and then head to bed.

With family who expect to see me during the daylight hours and it's already 2:24am

Rolled 8, 44 = 52 (2d100)

>>36978386
>Name
Aya
>Gender
Futanari
>Age
17
>Race
Elf
>Fluff
Aya is a young hermaphrodite of moderate height, but exceptionally curvy frame. Long blond hair falling down from her head, to her ever so slightly sun-kissed bottom, it's heart shape firm and toned. Born with bright blue eyes and a full set of luscious red lips. Suffering from amnesia, Aya relies on her good looks and third leg to get from place to place.
>Equipment: Lead Pipe
>Special Abilities: [Flirt] - You can attempt to disarm any foe and convince them to do what you want. Subject, of course, to the foe's sexuality.
>Bonus: [Amnesiac] -10 to observing and remembering information.


>1&2
"What's a Dooblin?" Aya asks innocently, flicking a few golden locks out of her blue eyes "I'm not sure what happened to me" Gesturing to her nudity, which was leaving Aya with an absurdly bright red face. With the, exception of the Lead Pipe which she is using to hide her manhood, Aya was completely nude "Could you help me Miss?"

Rolled 17, 14 = 31 (2d100)

>>36978348
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband
>Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping.

Action 1: Move out and beat some more subhunmans
Action 2: Gather more people of the 4th reich WE SHALL RISE TO VICTORY

>>36974568
>>Name: Henri de Montmorillon
>>Gender: Male
>>Age: 26
>>Race: Human
>>Fluff: An exorcist employed by his Royal Court who was sent to this world by an evil Free Mason in the chaos of a national revolution. Henri is a devout and pious, but struggles with alcoholism and can be overly morose at times.

>>36978456
"What's a 'dooblin'?"
>4
The woman simply scoffs at you, a dry and hollow noise. Apparently not knowing what a 'dooblin' is brings mockery upon a person.

You feel a blush rising in your cheeks and look away abashed. It's not yuor fault your memory is so... fickle. You PROBABLY knew what a 'dooblin' was once.

With a little sigh you calm your nerves, the tremors in the hands that grasp your lead pipe before you subsiding and turn back to her.

"C-could you help me miss?" you ask timidly.

>44
The woman cocks her head and stares at you, eyes wavering up and down. They evetually settle back upon your own.

"Aye... Tae be sure yew look like yew need it! Come with me, back to my place."
And with that she turns and crooks a finger before gliding off over the cobbles. You grip the pipe a little tighter, and glancing around to find noone batting an eyelid at this turn of events scarper after her.

---

A little later you come to her place and stand beside her as she fiddles with the key.

"Nice place you've got here." you say, her only response more scoffing. She lets you in and you look around the downstairs room. Hearth, dining table, sparse kitchen equipment and a rug.

"Weel then, we should set about findin' yew some clothes, iffan you want them."

Rolled 86, 3 = 89 (2d100)

>>36978608
>Name
Aya
>Gender
Futanari
>Age
17
>Race
Elf
>Fluff
Aya is a young hermaphrodite of moderate height, but exceptionally curvy frame. Long blond hair falling down from her head, to her ever so slightly sun-kissed bottom, it's heart shape firm and toned. Born with bright blue eyes and a full set of luscious red lips. Suffering from amnesia, Aya relies on her good looks and third leg to get from place to place.
>Equipment: Lead Pipe
>Special Abilities: [Flirt] - You can attempt to disarm any foe and convince them to do what you want. Subject, of course, to the foe's sexuality.
>Bonus: [Amnesiac] -10 to observing and remembering information.

Slowly pull off the lead pipe. Oh god it was a tight fit, erection incoming "I-I'm not sure what this is....but it was here when I woke up." Blush brighter, ears twitch "D-do you think it should get some clothes too?"

>>36978472
With that piece of filth dirtying the floor you look around, eager to crush more enemies for the Reich!

>17
Alas, it seems they're all gone. Your fellow aryans are simply too great for them. Well, you best gather the remainder of them, check the guard roster for sympathetic ears and then move out.

>14
You scan the holding area but find no further inmates to bring under your command. You quiz the guard that let you out, a fellow by the name of Heinz Kartoffelnman, and he replies that only one of the remaining guards is even WORTHY of joining you all, nevermind whether his loyalties may lie with you.

Well, you needed to pay a visit to the guards on the way out anyway.

>>36978517

Hmmm..... equipment.... Curse you lack of imagination!
Equipment: Royal coat, replete with gold trimmings and your hipflask, emblazoned with the crown seal.
Special Abilities: [Out, foul spirit!] - You are adept at banishing creatures or spirits that possess people.
Bonus: [A true frenchman] - +10 to sniffing out cheeses, -10 relations with englishmen.

You come to, wiping soot from your eyes as you groggily stand up amidst a stone circle. Blinking a few times you examine the stones to find that they are tall and rounded all over, tapering at one end. They seem to have once been intended to stand upright.

Oh right, menhirs, your brain foggily supplies. Zut alors, you must have been drunk last ni-

No wait! It was that accursed Free Mason! You can dimly remember grappling with the bastard, fire and fury all around before he finally threw you backwards and then-

Then everything goes kinda foggy.

Rolled 80, 3 = 83 (2d100)

>>36978669
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband
>Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Prepare materials for a march
Action 2: Get to the armory and start gathering prisoners and arm them

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Rolled 26, 33 = 59 (2d100)

>>36978363
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in a holy order amongst the shifting planes, one of the many attempts to bring any sort of stability to the ever changing lands. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

1. Ah, fellow adventurers! Truly, God smiles upon us to grant us such steadfast allies in such timely fashion. We shall be taking all of them along on our adventures. Let's get to know their names and roles before we get to know anything else, however. A well-balanced group with well-rounded talents is key to victory and balance of mind and soul!

2. Continue our search for adventures in the land with our newfound friends. If all else fails, help the old lady do whatever she needs done. Let's try not to bite off more than we can chew, but help out as much as possible.

>>36978667
"Goodness gracious, however did you fit that in that pipe..." the woman gasps.

>86
You give a small shrug, elbows tight on your chest as the motion caries your breasts with it. The woman licks her lips as she stares at it before lifting her gaze.

"Well, I can certainly help yew understand what it is that yew've got between yer legs if you like. My resonse to yew second question will be depending heavily on yer answer."

She seems friendly enough but you've only just met and the way she stares at you is... almost hungry... What do you do?

Rolled 35, 91 = 126 (2d100)

>>36978891
>>36978891
Aya nods enthusiastically, jumping for joy at earning a friend. Causing her breasts, and her extra limb to jiggle. The blond then runs up to her and hugs the Irish girl tightly "Thank you ever so much, I don't know what I would do without you!" Her large voluptuous breasts pressing into the red head's torso. The extra thick pole between her legs pressing hotly into the white girl's tummy

>>36978869

>80
You must finish preparations for the march. First step - bright red uniforms. You order your men to soak their orange jumpsuits through in the crimson pools of the filth you collectively butchered and whilst they set about this you head off to deal with the guards.

You lead the closest of your band to the guardhouse and burst in, a blaze of righteous fury as you crumble the dirt before you. You spare the blond one and he stands tall as he faces you.

You speak to him of the fatherland and the coming of the fourth reich - by the end of your speech he practically foams at the mouth to join and you ask him what equipment the guards' armoury can provide to aid your glorious march.

>3
He apologises and leads you to the armoury, you stride in confusion at this response until he opens the door for you. It's practically empty; only a couple armoured jackets and some batons line the shelves.

You idly wonder where the gear that must have lined the extensive shelving has gone but satisfy yourself with handing out the jackets between those currently present, donning one yourself. The batons you leave since your aryan fists serve you better for bludgeoning and you have a shiv for an edged weapon.

You gather your bload soaked brigade outside of the prison and turn to salute them. They neartly form rank and respond in turn. You are ready to march.

>>36978979
>>36978891
NO, IT'S A TRAP!

>>36978875

The young lass steps forward and introduces herself as Yuki, holding out her curiously shaped spear for you to see. She says that she's had a little experience with fighting to date but hopes to assist in your endeavours. Then she pauses before timidly continueing to say she would like to learn from a man so great as you.

Must be the shining armour you wear, she's practically blushing when she said that!

The lad then says his name is Kanada and jumps into a pose, boldly brandishing a long knife before him. He says he's familiar with the art of being unseen, though with such a brash presonality you struggle to believe that.

Finally the older lady bows slightly and offers Umeko as her name. She drops her long-sleeved arms and raises them to show you a pair of fans. How curious. Upon seeing your puzzled expression she explains that she can guide the winds to strike at her foes, it seems like some form of magic to you.

>26
Your party newly assembled you ask them if they know of any tasks that require assistance in the vicinity but all of them are unable to offer you anything. With a sigh you inform them of the old lady and her request and you arrive shortly at her house.

She greets you warmly and holds out a cloth wrapped box, the offering for the shrine. Kanada leaps to one side, arm thrust out as he points the way.

So lively, how ever he could sit still and hide...

---

>33
You've been walking up these steps for god knows how long and the light is beginning to leave. You finally crest as the sun shines it's last for the day and find yourself facing a curious structure. You smile briefly, it always brings you joy to immerse yourself in new cultures.

All that's left now is to place the offering and return to the old lady.

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Rolled 1, 8 = 9 (2d100)

>>36979145
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in a holy order amongst the shifting planes, one of the many attempts to bring any sort of stability to the ever changing lands. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

1. Place the offering and return to the old lady. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG HERE? Assuming we don't unleash satan or something here, we should also look for some bigger work afterwards. Something that will actually earn us some experience

2. Try and bond with our little group's members! In a totally platonic way, of course. We should become the very best of friends if we are to be traveling together! Kanada and Yuki seem to make fast friends and I'm sure that we'll stick together like absolute glue, but we should make sure Umeko meshes wonderfully with the group as well.

>>36979256
Say hi to satan paladin!

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>>36979256
>>36979265
Oh boy, so Satan can rip apart my soul as I learn that none of my companions are interested in being just friends. This is great.

>>36978979

She returns the embrace, running her weathered hands across yuor bare back, tracing the details of your spine, palming your buttocks and squeezing lightly. She leans back to gaze at you longingly as she rubs her thighs around your pole, the rough material sending shivers through you.

"Ay'm feelin' a tad warm in here." she says, smile playing across her lips, "let me just... get comfy."

She steps back now and slowly unbuttons her shirt, tugging it from her before dropping her pants. She rolls on the balls of her feet as she sheds her underwear before pouncing at you, too fast for you to react and you find your vision tilting as she knocks you to the floor-

But a firm hand holds your head from hitting the floor and another supports you back before gently lowering you those last inches beside the warm hearth. The orange light plays across her features, the tresses of her red hair lighting up in a wondrous spectrum.

She straddles you, holding your thing tight against you beneath her and begins to slide up and down you. You breath hastens and you bite your lip.

"You haven't even told me your name yet," you utter with mock reproach, "Mine's Aya."

"And ay'm Niamh, pleasure ter meetcha."

>(Cont.)

>>36979402

Your member feels slick and she slides closer towards you, your prick springing free to nestle between her cheeks. She reaches around and guides you, giving a light squeeze that sends shivers of anticipation through you. You feel the tip nestle against something wet and she pushes back, her tight wetness enveloping you.

She utters a gasp of pleasure and then starts bobbing back and forth as she slowly draws more of your dick inside her, occasionally spasming, sending waves of pleasure-inducing tightness rippling across your meat.

She finally bottoms out and sits upright across you, quivering slightly as she holds her eyes shut, breathing deeply.

>35
Then she starts bouncing and within no time at all you've lost it, pouring deeply inside her, falling back into a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

Niamh licks her lips and leans down, cradling your head as she pulls you in for a kiss. You open your mouth to reciprocate and as she begins sucking on your mouth you feel a chill surround you, tendrils of cool air lapping at your sides. The fireplace flickers and you open your eyes to see her own flare with life, the slight wrinkles in her skin smoothing, a healthy glow returning to her visage. Her hair shines bright and you feel yourself getting drowsy-

>91
No! You struggle with your limbs and grasp her head, pushing back and breaking the kiss, scrabbling with your legs as you try to escape. She's still straddling you though and heavy enough to render your endeavours futile, but she looks at you with surprised on her youthful face.

"What manner of creature are yew, to be unaffected so by me kiss? A normal fellow would be but a husk on the floor, yet yew've suffered no ill even as Aye grow bright once more!" she espouses.

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>>36979419
>>36978979
I FUCKING TOLD YOU!

Rolled 65, 48 = 113 (2d100)

>>36979419
"I'm... I'm a magical girl!" Aya shouts, brushing back her blond hair and placing a V over her right eye "Watch, I have returned from the ever living darkness of hell to make you repent!"

Aya's cock manages to almost double in size, black ribbons appearing across Aya's wrists and legs. Her eyes turning golden, her skin tinting darker brown. Suddenly pure white precum begins to spring from her cock head "Prepare to be punished by the sexual goddesses!"

The blond elf jumps forwards, ready to deliver divine impregnation for her enemies' transgressions.

>>36979524
I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT. I GIVE YOU +1

>>36974568
>Darius Greene
>Male
> 32
>Human
> A veteran of war against demon and other supernatural threats Darius, retired after a particularly grueling and lethal mission. He returned to his home only to find it a charnel house, all his family dead except for his youngest sister. Now he's out to find her with the only thing he kept from his old job, a magically enhanced six shooter.

>>36979524
It's Sailor Scissor!

>>36978374
>Well it seems your mental prowess is in tip top condition. Which child do you allow to pet you?
Have the boy pet us while we start licking and pawing the daughter.

>>36979256

"Well, we're here everyone! And would you look at the view! Anyone want to take a quick break before we continue?" you ask.

"Yata! Let's play oni-tag whilst we wait!" says Kanada.

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that game." you say.

"Uwaaah? How gaijin are you?" cheeps Yuki.

"I... uh..."

"Don't tease the poor fellow so. It is a game where one person is the oni, or ogre, and must catch the others. When caught they must assist you in this endeavour. Ufufuu..." adds Umeko.

Sounds simple enough, just like that game of Divine Stroke you used to play as a child.

"I'll start!" shouts Kanada, "San! Ni! Ichi! Here I come!"

Taken aback you stumble as you try to flee only for him to reach you first.

"Hahah, unlucky mister!"

Well, you'll just have to do a better job at catching then. You turn and spot Yuki, sprinting towards her only for her to dodge in the nick of time. You spin and lunge out but she pratically floats away from your touch. Well then, here goes nothing.

You bide your time and make a lunge for her-

>8
And trip on a pebble, crashing into her and knocking you both to the floor. You dazedly blink your eyes and push yourself up-

Something feels odd, your right hand has met something... You give a tentative squeeze-
Yes, squishy. You squeeze again and it dawns on you. Horror drains across your face as you look at her face, a furious shade of red befor-

>(Cont.)

>>36979692

SLAP

You're sent reeling to the floor only for her to be there immediately, hand outstretched.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry" she mumbles, "I- I reacted without thinking."

"No, no, the fault is all mine," you insist, bowing to show your apology.

When you look up you see a slight startled expression on her face, blush rising in her cheeks and she hurriedly looks away.

"Well then, hate to interrupt but reckon it's time to get this down and dusted?" says Kanada as he claps a hand over your shoulder. You can dimly make out an 'ufufu' on the breeze behind you.

"A-ah, yeah."

You rise and cross to the shrine, holding out the wrapped box and placing it with deference.

>1
As your hands are about to leave the box you feel it shaking, and look up to watch as it violetly rattles in your hands. The sky darkens and you release it, taking hurried steps back. A sideways glance shows your party with weapons drawn and readied.

Suddenly a flash of light blinds you with a booming clap and when you vision returns you're standing face to face with a great monstrous feline, great teeth shining and twin tails lazily swiping at the air. It's fetid breath meets your nostrils and you draw your broadsword tentatively.

Rolled 27, 81 = 108 (2d100)

>>36979709
>Grab its tail!

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Rolled 85, 17 = 102 (2d100)

>>36978994
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband
>Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Move out and find the closest market and get me something to stand on so i can get a speech
Action 2: Gather non aryan prisoners to drag with us

>>36978807

>>Name: Henri de Montmorillon
>>Gender: Male
>>Age: 26
>>Race: Human
>>Fluff: An exorcist employed by his Royal Court who was sent to this world by an evil Free Mason in the chaos of a national revolution. Henri is a devout and pious, but struggles with alcoholism and can be overly morose at times.
>Equipment: Royal coat, replete with gold trimmings and your hipflask, emblazoned with the crown seal.
>Special Abilities: [Out, foul spirit!] - You are adept at banishing creatures or spirits that possess people.
>Bonus: [A true frenchman] - +10 to sniffing out cheeses, -10 relations with englishmen.


What is this God forsaken place ? Have I been sent to the fiery depths of hell?........or even worse..........England ? Even worse, my hipflask is empty.

Action 1:I wander around searching for liquor
Action 2: I try to find out about where I am.

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Rolled 86, 98 = 184 (2d100)

>>36979692
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in a holy order amongst the shifting planes, one of the many attempts to bring any sort of stability to the ever changing lands. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

STRANGE MAN IN A
STRANGE LAND
Side note : Fucking shit, I'm in an anime.

1. Time to test out the strength of our group, the first true test of our power! Rapidly organize us into a proper fighting position, me and Yuki at the front to trade blows with the beast while Kanada attacks it from behind and Umeko supports us with her magic- thing - stuff.

2. Try not to die.

>>36979827

( how exactly do I roll?)

>>36979843
options field below the name dice+2d100

>>36979843
Read the post with the kitten on it on the front page.

>>36979843
((dice+2d100 in the Options field.))

((Also, join mibbit, channel is #Nation for general builder discussion, and about this one in particular.))

Rolled 4, 83 = 87 (2d100)

>>36979859

>>36979861

Thank you

>>36979524

>65
As you complete your transformation into your magical girl outfit you realise you're still a bit faint from that kiss. You also realise that you've managed to remember something about yourself through the haze of your amnesia. You're a magical girl... how curious. You'll need to ponder this at length once you've dealt with this life-stealing harlot before you!

You grab your great erect shaft and stroke it, feeling the power emanating throughout and then step towards Niamh.

"Wait!" she says, "Aye mean yer nae harm! Aye mean, like, not now yew've proven yourself immune ter having yer soul sucked out..." you step closer still and she waves her hands furiously to try to stave off your approach. "Look! We gingers, we have nae souls! We're stricken to live by draining others fer theyres!"

You've heard enough. With a bound you topple her to the floor and thrust inside, feeling your tip meet resistance whilst a good inch or two remains free at the bottom. A little thrusting will solve that.

"Aaaaahh...." Niamh moans, wrapping her legs around you. Pffsh, she's not supposed to assist you in this... oh well.

You grip her waist firmly and start pounding away at her, her eyes rolling back into her skull as waves of pleasure overtake her. With extra force you feel the end of your prick start to force its way deeper within her and her breath becomes haggard.

>48
A final push and you release your magic, sending a flood directly into her as your purify her in the eyes of your patron goddess.

Your strength gives out and you slump forward onto her, feeling her arms wrap tightly around you.

"Aye'm glad Aye picked yew up today." Niamh says, "Aye can kiss yer without ending yer life and yew fuck like a prodigy... Aye'ma keep yer..."

You both drift off, still entwined before the firelight.

Last update for you from me tonight. Someone else can take over. Gonna give the next few people one before I sleep.

slowpoke here, is it too late to get in on this?

>>36980004

We will be lacking a GM soon, care to take over ?

Rolled 39, 33 = 72 (2d100)

>>36979957
Aya soon awakens. Her curvy body jiggling as she gasped. "Oh, I'm so very sorry!" Her voice regaining it's former innocence as the ribbons fade "I have a few friends in my head, they really like to play rough and do weird things sometimes!" Pulling out her cum soaked cock, she leaves Niamh's pussy gaping with the pure divine cum of one of her alter Egos.

"I'm very sorry, but I'm going to go and grab my clothes now, I'll see you later!" Aya leaves, making sure to note down to address of the place she was at.

>>36979672

Equipment: Magic six shooter, pimpin' cowboy hat
>Special Abilities: [Quick hands] - you can unload your six shooter in the blink of an eye!
>Bonus: [I've seen things...] - As a veteran of conflicts against the unimaginable you don't even bat an eyelid when faced with horrors (+5 to rolls when facing the supernatural). Alas, your past exploits haunt your dreams and you can never quite get a good night's sleep - you have a mild dependancy of coffee.

You pick your way back across the room, carefully stepping between the skeletons of your wife and two sons.

You wipe away a tear with the thought that at least your sister, Sirell, is absent. She had been staying with your family to help look after the kids whilst your wife was busy at work, and now she's met this fate...

You note the scuff marks tracking the rug, indicative of someone being pulled away. Yup, you're gonna find those bastards and end them.

>>36979676
You leap onto the sofa and will things to be.

The boy dutifully starts to scratch behind your ears and stroke down your back. You raise your tail to encourage him naturally to stroke that too and-

Ahhh.... Bliss....

You blink and look up at the daughter, stalking into her lap and reaching up to bop her on the chin with your paw.

She giggles and slides down on the sofa such that you're sitting on her modest chest, giving you free reach to tussle with her hair, taking the occasional pause to lick her nose and cheeks.

She enjoys that for some reason.

Not content to leave her brother as the sole petter she brings her arms around you and holds you tight, stroking your flank with gentle deliberate motions.

You've really trained these young humans well.

You don't seem to be the original cat player but since there's been no reply from him... Figured I'd use this one.

>>36980020
Nah not in the right mindset atm (a bit too much holiday cheer)

>>36979768

You bust open the gates to this prison and step forth, tasting the free air with relish. Time for a rousing speech. Gotta find a podium of sorts...

You order yuor men to bring the prisoners with you as an example, but well-
>17
-they're all dead. And dead-weight too, plentiful enough that it's just too much hassle to follow through. No matter, you'll have plenty more where they came from.

You lead a march down the street, finding your way into a market. There seems to be lights being put up, presumably in anticipation of a celebration.

>85
The important thing is that they're using a boom lift to do so. You cross over to it and with some deft leaps ascend it amidst angry shouts and fling the passenger from it, turning to face your crowd.

>>36979827

Eurgh. You need a drink badly. You sway as you survey the scene and then with great desperation start to roam the area, searching out with eye and nose for any hints of liquor. Gotta be something...

>4
Alas your perusal of the stone circle around you comes up fruitless. A dim part of your mind suggests that this shouldn't really be surprising, you are afterall in the middle of the coutryside best you can tell. Still.

You turn back to the stones and a dark thought crosses your mind as you consider the liklihood of being in England.

But... wait. Menhirs are those french obelisks aren't they. Oh thank heavens, at least the wine will be nice when you find it.

Looking at the ground you come to realise that there's a beaten track leading off across the field you're in. Judging by the sky it's headed south.

>>36979835
And I'm afraid I won't be able to do a fight scene with high rolls justice at this point so you're going to have to be my cut off point tonight.

Apologies, and fight the good fight.

Sorry that you don't care for where you ended up on earth, I thought it'd be amusing to have a bunch of scenes where the paladin gets tempted and where better for hammy scenes like that?

Anyway, I may well be able to return to this some time later, perhaps as early as 6 hours time though probably not. Hope you've all enjoyed this thusly and if you're interested in the original quest that spawned the setting (that we've really not managed to touch upon so far in this thread) then here are the archives:

suptg: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Kabbalah%20Quest
moe: https://archive.moe/tg/search/subject/Kabbalah%20Quest/

>>36980398
Oh no, it's perfectly fine. I quite enjoy the STRANGE MAN IN A STRANGE LAND stuff. Hope you can come back to this later, you're a wonderful manager for the quest, Ninnius.

Rolled 38, 92 = 130 (2d100)

>>36980398
Did you enjoy any of the characters made in the thread?

>>36980398
I quite like it, any idea when you're making another one?

>>36980443
I can try taking over if you'd like.

>>36980451
Hm... so the one's that I initially looked forward to writing most when I took over were:
- THAT CAT, holy hell, mind reading cat AND MASSIVE ROLLS? FOR MORE MIND READING?
- Clovis King oh Ghosts, I was amused by what the player would end up doing with that dildo
- Kalazubal the chaos elemental, writing randumb stuff is amusing from time to time and works well in a lighthearted setting such as this

Buuut.... then basically none of these actually continued (no fault of their own, probably got tired of waiting for an update) and of the ones I've since been writing... well all of them amuse me really.

- Aya is fun for her ditzy personality and I've been wanting to write soulless gingers since someone mentioned it offhand during one of the kabbalah threads a while back
- Tempting paladins, what's not to like?
- Aryan superrace with superrolls, it's gonna end somewhere good. Especially when they realise they're in a demon-infested UST and wind up getting sidetracked from their original mission.
- Henri's an alcoholic frenchman, as an englishman myself I'll take great delight writing his sufferings...

>>36980443
Thanks, I take heart in your praise since I've never considered myself a strong writer. Science subjects were my focus.

>>36980459
Not for a little while, maybe just after the new year starts. I'm away from my desktop and the laptop I have is... suboptimal, let alone the internet connection. Oh, and since I'm with my family I can't easily run a quest for however many hours straight and since I take so long to write updates I'd never get anywhere with it in shorter timespans.

>>36980467
Dooooo eeeeeet

Oh and btw if you're hosting when you're hosting
http://client01.chat.mibbit.com/?channel=%23Nation&server=irc.mibbit.net come by here and tell us

Rolled 40, 54 = 94 (2d100)

>>36980325

I walk south down the beaten track singing this song.

http://youtu.be/8XVxu2WPnHg

Rolled 8, 21 = 29 (2d100)

>>36980588
>- Aya is fun for her ditzy personality and I've been wanting to write soulless gingers since someone mentioned it offhand during one of the kabbalah threads a while back
Glad to hear Aya was fun for you too!

Rolled 42, 15 = 57 (2d100)

>>36980077
>>36980467
>Darius Greene
>Male
> 32
>Human
> A veteran of war against demon and other supernatural threats Darius, retired after a particularly grueling and lethal mission. He returned to his home only to find it a charnel house, all his family dead except for his youngest sister. Now he's out to find her with the only thing he kept from his old job, a magically enhanced six shooter.
>Equipment: Magic six shooter, pimpin' cowboy hat
>Special Abilities: [Quick hands] - you can unload your six shooter in the blink of an eye!
>Bonus: [I've seen things...] - As a veteran of conflicts against the unimaginable you don't even bat an eyelid when faced with horrors (+5 to rolls when facing the supernatural). Alas, your past exploits haunt your dreams and you can never quite get a good night's sleep - you have a mild dependancy of coffee.


They left a trail...... Follow six gun at the ready. Take a drink from my coffee canteen as I follow the trail of whatever it was I did this I'm fully aware this is likely a trap, but fuck it i'm going to shoot a demon dead by the time today is done. This is for 13lack if still interested.

>>36980588
Thanks for running Ninius.

Rolled 26, 71 = 97 (2d100)

>>36980255
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband
>Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: As i stand before these Humans and subhumans i make the grandest speech i've ever made, GET RID OF THE SUBHUMANS
THEY TAKE OUR MONEY,OUR JOBS WHILE UNDER THE GUISE OF ACTUALLY HELPING US, KICK THEM OUT OF THE CITIES THE TOWNS, AND THEN KILL THEM ALL
Action 2: Throw the dead bodies to the crowds

>>36980664

right my stats

>>>Name: Henri de Montmorillon
>>>Gender: Male
>>>Age: 26
>>>Race: Human
>>>Fluff: An exorcist employed by his Royal Court who was sent to this world by an evil Free Mason in the chaos of a national revolution. Henri is a devout and pious, but struggles with alcoholism and can be overly morose at times.
>>Equipment: Royal coat, replete with gold trimmings and your hipflask, emblazoned with the crown seal.
>>Special Abilities: [Out, foul spirit!] - You are adept at banishing creatures or spirits that possess people.
>>Bonus: [A true frenchman] - +10 to sniffing out cheeses, -10 relations with englishmen.

I'm calling it a night, keep the thread alive guys!

>>36979835
"Yuki, you're with me! Kanada, Umeko, get behind us!" you bark out as you charge forward.

"Right!" your companions all say with a collective fist-pump.

>86
You swing your broadsword at the creature, but it catches the blade with a claw. Blue fire starts to travel down the blade, but before it can reach you, Yuki stabs her spear into the creature's arm.

"Yeeeoowowowow!" the creature howls, springing back and licking the wound. A few seconds later, the wound's healed. The cat demon grins, and steps forward.

"BANZAI!" Kanada yells from behind the demon. Before the cat monster can even turn around, Kanda cuts off one of its tails!

"RRYHYYAAAAAAA!" the demon screams, swatting the boy away. You notice that the tail that fell onto the ground spontaneously combusts into blue fire, leaving behind nothing.

You charge the creature once again, bringing the broadsword towards the creature in an upwards sweep. The creature once again raises a claw to deflect the blade, when all of a sudden, part of its tail falls to the ground!

"GYYYYAAAAAAAAA!" it cries, too concerned about the fiery agony on its rump to be able to deal with your sword. Your blade strikes true across the creature's torso, slicing across the furry flesh with a meaty FWISH. As the beast falls to its knees to collect the demonic organs that are falling out of it, you notice that there's a paper fan flying around.

Your eyes follow the fan all the way back to Umeko's outstretched hand, the other hand holding another fan that she waves about in a particular way. It's for an instant, but you can see the sun reflect off of the end of one of the fans. Umeko contracts the fans, and sheathes them within her sleeves.

"P-please let me go!" the demon says behind you. You turn towards the demon, and now realize that it looks kind of feminine. "I'll give you anything you want, just let me go!"

She crawls towards you on all fours, her stumped fluffy tail waving about. She eyes your groin. "Anything..."

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Rolled 15, 66 = 81 (2d100)

>>36981258
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in a holy order amongst the shifting planes, one of the many attempts to bring any sort of stability to the ever changing lands. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.
i wish to touch fluffy tail

1. "W-well. We can't kill a defenseless opponent, right?" Elias looks around at his newfound friends for confirmation, or maybe for authority. "But you're going to tell us who you are, and why you tried to attack us!" Elias tentatively touches his armband. "And nothing more."

2. Attempt to re-establish platonic friendship status with Yuki in particular before everything spirals out of my control.

Dice gods, pls. Don't give me a one on either of these. Muh purity is at stake.

>>36980726
>42
You follow the demon tracks from your house a good distance, holding your gun at the ready. You keep following it into the desert, when suddenly, the tracks disappear!

>15
Cursing, you turn around and lower the hammer on your revolver, only to see a fist coming towards your face.

You're knocked to the ground, and scrape across the sand to a halt near a cactus. Your assailant cackles as you empty your revolver of sand.

>>36981560
>sand
Or dirt, whichever is in Arizona/New Mexico/Nevada.

>>36980664
You walk down the path while humming your favorite national song. As you walk, you try singing some of the words, only to realize that your singing voice is a lot better when you've loosened up your vocal chords with the swill.

As you continue to walk, you still don't see any signs of civilization. You do, however, see a crossroads, and a sign in front of one path that says, "Méfiez-vous des bandits!" and another that says, "Ville de Attente 5 miles."

>Head towards Ville de Attente
>Head through Bandit territory

Rolled 17, 41 = 58 (2d100)

>>36981680

>>>Name: Henri de Montmorillon
>>>Gender: Male
>>>Age: 26
>>>Race: Human
>>>Fluff: An exorcist employed by his Royal Court who was sent to this world by an evil Free Mason in the chaos of a national revolution. Henri is a devout and pious, but struggles with alcoholism and can be overly morose at times.
>>Equipment: Royal coat, replete with gold trimmings and your hipflask, emblazoned with the crown seal.
>>Special Abilities: [Out, foul spirit!] - You are adept at banishing creatures or spirits that possess people.
>>Bonus: [A true frenchman] - +10 to sniffing out cheeses, -10 relations with englishmen.

Ah, ruffians are near by. I best avoid them, my coat is a bit too nice to be seen around the lower classes when I have no weapons.

I head towards Ville de Attente in my search for bourbon!

>>36980775
"KILL SUBS, THEY TAKE OUR MONEY AND OUR JOBS WHILE SAYING THEY'RE HELPING US. WELL I SAY THAT WE KILL THEM ALL! KICK THEM OUT, AND THEN KILL THEM! WHO'S WITH ME!?" you shout into the crowd with righteous fervor.

>26
No one seems to be wanting to join your cause. In fact, they seem to be eyeing you with fear, judgement, and amusement. One person seems to be calling the police.

>71
You throw a corpse at that caller, the dead body knocking her to the ground. A man screams, and then the crowd starts to disperse, panicking. You keep throwing dead bodies at them, knocking down most of your targets.

Well, the market's been abandoned save for groaners who are trying to get out from under those dead bodies you threw at them.

+1 MARKET
-71 dead bodies

>>36980063
Your memories of being a magical girl fade away as you walk down the street. It seems like only your friend can be a magical girl, and you are not your friend. You are you. Aya, aye?

As you walk down the street, you spot a black wildcat dart across the road into an alley just ahead of you.

Rolled 41, 24 = 65 (2d100)

>>36981900
Aya coos with interest, gleefully chasing after the cat in her new practically skin-tight leather cat suit. One could almost see a tail swinging along behind her as she prowled after the cat.

Giggling gleefully as she follows it's bushy tail, her blue eyes wandering even as she follows, looking for interesting men.

>>36981900
Still here?

>>36981365
You eye the sexy cat lady crawling towards you, and your eyes settle on a certain aspect of her. Oh man, just look at it- NO! Must resist temptation, must resist temptation, must resist temptation...

"Muff reviff fephapumm," you murmur into the fluffiness of the cat lady's tail.

"Nyaaaa, be more gentle!" she moans as you stroke it between your fingers.

"My, my," Umeko says with a "fu fu fu."

"Huh? Did we win win?" Kanasa asks while walking over, looking at the situation with puzzlement on his face.

"Eriasu-san, you..." Yuki whispers with no trace of warmth.

You pay your teammates no heed as you continue to give lots and lots of loving to this cat lady's tail.

"Mmm, I'm almeowst there!" she purrs as you pet her tail even lower. Your hand eventually settles on the base of her tail, just above her cat butt. "Ooh! that'sthespot!" she pants, stretching herself out on the ground in anticipation.

"You..." Yuki mutters shakily as she raises her blade-on-a-stick. You proceed to rub that area around the base of the demon's tail.

"NYAAAAAHH~!" she screams in delight.

Done with that, you look up to see Yuki holding her strange halberd up with both hands. She glares at you with her teeth bared.

"You- YOU BAKAAA!" she yells as she brings her spear down upon your head.

BONK!

>Cont.

>>36982205
The cat lady sits on her knees before you all as you attempt to rub the pain away from the new bump on your head.

"W-well," you start, as Yuki cuts you off with an elbow to the side.

"Who said you could speak, gaijin?" she says angrily.

"Now, now, Yuki, let Elias say his piece," Umeko says in a soothing tone.

"...fine!" she huffs as she places a hand on her hip and lowers the butt of her naginata onto the ground audibly.

"We can't kill a defenseless opponent, right?" you ask your companions. Umeko fufufus, Kanada quirks an eyebrow at you, and Yuki gives a small, grudging nod.

"Even still," Yuki states, "Youkai won't remain defenseless for very long. We must quickly decide her fate!"

You nod and turn back towards the demon, and with pointer finger raised, you state, "You're going to tell us who you are, and why you tried to attack us!"
You place a hand on your armband, a gesture that means more to you than it would to any outsider. "And nothing more," you promise.

>66
The cat lady looks up to you pitifully, then says, "I am just a housecat. I lashed out at you all because you were taking me away from my owner to that... that shrine back there."

It doesn't seem like she's lying, but you're not sure.

>>36981768
You think it best to avoid any and all bandits on your travels, and take the road toward Ville de Attente.

>17
The road leads into some woods. You trek through the woods, wondering when you'll finally reach the town. As you walk, you trip on something. As you right yourself on the ground, you see that a white, silken, sturdy rope was the reason for your fall. You get back up, and continue on down the road.

>41
You're once again whistling that tune, when all of a sudden a huge weight tackles you from behind and knocks you flat on your stomach!

"Hahahahaha, how hopeless you are! Gullible, and clumsy even!" a voice says from on top of you.

Rolled 55, 59 = 114 (2d100)

>>36982459

>>>Name: Henri de Montmorillon
>>>Gender: Male
>>>Age: 26
>>>Race: Human
>>>Fluff: An exorcist employed by his Royal Court who was sent to this world by an evil Free Mason in the chaos of a national revolution. Henri is a devout and pious, but struggles with alcoholism and can be overly morose at times.
>>Equipment: Royal coat, replete with gold trimmings and your hipflask, emblazoned with the crown seal.
>>Special Abilities: [Out, foul spirit!] - You are adept at banishing creatures or spirits that possess people.
>>Bonus: [A true frenchman] - +10 to sniffing out cheeses, -10 relations with englishmen.

BE GONE ENGLISH DEVIL!

I try to wrestle the vagabond off of me and strangle him.

Rolled 24, 66 = 90 (2d100)

>>36982205
>>36982355
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in a holy order amongst the shifting planes, one of the many attempts to bring any sort of stability to the ever changing lands. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

Elias apparently has the fighting arm of a bear and the willpower of a goldfish, according to the Dice God's rolls. By the way, should I list my companions under 'equipment'?

1. "This is what you people call a housecat?! By God, what do you call a monster, then?" Elias summons up all his tiny reserves of willpower to declare that we would not kill the Nekomata, and that it would be coming along with us so we could return her (It?) to her rightful owner. It's the only just thing to do. Try to keep away from the tail while we do so.

2. Try to maintain and improve friendships of the group, without moving into sexual realms. Again. Especially with Yuki, who I can't tell if she hates me or loves me, neither of which I particularly want. Even if- Impure thoughts. Impure thoughts. Meditate. Cleanse the mind. WHY IS EVERYTHING HERE ATTRACTIVE. THINK ABOUT KAROLINE. ARRRGH.

>>36981943
You take off after the cat, dropping the notion of continuing down that street. Hm, to catch up with this cat, you're going to need to be able to think like a cat, and as soon as that notion enters your head of what you need to be, your appearance transmogrifies accordingly.

Hahaha, you've been chasing mice for years, this is too easy, meow! Ooh, look at those hunks!

As your gaze wanders over to a group of buff manly men sitting around drinking and smoking, you turn your gaze back to the fleeing cat. It's gone! Where did it go!?

Well, you've lost it. But as you look around to see where it might've gone, you notice a man in priestly robes inspecting some cutlery at a kiosk, as well as that gang of hunks from earlier.

>>36982502
Your squirm underneath your assailant, but are placed into a vice-like hold. Fortunately, the person on top of you lifts themselves up off of you. You are picked up off the ground by what seems to be four arms, and are then SPUN AROUND AND AROUND, THE WORLD A BLUR, AND YOU LOSE YOUR SENSES AND MOTOR FUNCTION AS you recover from being spun around such a speed. When you regain your wits, you notice that your lower body is covered in that white material from earlier. Rather, it's wrapped up in silk like you're a fly in a w... wha- what the devil!?

You are underneath a giant spider. The spider rotates a bit to place its abdomen right above your chest, its spinnerets pointed directly at your face.

Not today!

You wrap your unbound arms around the spider's abdomen, and squeeze it to your chest while ducking your head to the side.

"RRYYAAAAUUGHH!" the spider screams as you see a person shoot up from in front of the spider. They seem to be wearing some spiky leather armor, and are brandishing a mohawk. That person seems to be in some sort of pain. Are they being bitten by this spider!? Foul beast!

You squeeze the spider some more, cruelly milking out more sticky web on to the ground near your head. The person moans as you do this. How odd.

"St-stop it, please!" the person wails.

Rolled 26, 88 = 114 (2d100)

>>36982866

"Sac Le Bleu! Holy Father, Forsake me not!"

Action one: I attempt to grab a weapon from the ruffian who assaulted me.

Action two: If a weapon was found I try to kill the spider with it, if not I try to remove one of the spikes from the ruffians armor.

" Now look at the mess you've gotten us into!"

>>36982530
You turn towards your party with a raised eyebrow. "This is what you people call a housecat?!" By God, what do you call a monster then? you ask in disbelief.

Umeko and Kanada shake their heads, and Yuki goes, "Baka gaijin. She's obviously a youkai, or a 'monster.'"

"W-well in any case," you say, "We should not kill the cat demon, and help if return to its rightful owner."

"Awww, you mean we climbed all those steps for nothing?" Kanada groans.

"Hold on, Kanada, Elias," Umeko says, "We were hired to deliver that box to the shrine. Furthermore, demons like that should be guided back to the spirit world, a service which shrines like these provide."

Yuki and Kanada nod along to Umeko's judgement, and Kanada goes to pick up the box, and Yuki readies her naginata. Umeko fans herself as she looks at you with a cautionary gaze.

The cat demon sighs, and looks down the mountain longingly.

Rolled 47, 67 = 114 (2d100)

>>36983066
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in a holy order amongst the shifting planes, one of the many attempts to bring any sort of stability to the ever changing lands. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage)
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

1. Escort the cat demon down to the spirit world with the assistance of our good, totally platonic friends. Let's return to the old lady when we've finished that.

2. Really, really, actually, honestly try to not come off as such an utter idiot to our companions. And REALLY try to avoid squeezing, prodding and jabbing anything or anyone.

>>36982908
You stop choking the white, stringy fluid out of the spinnerets, and instead start reaching around for a weapon you can use. You see the person up at the front of the spider holding a mace, but he's got a tight grip on it. You can't exactly reach him from where you're at, trapped under a giant spider.

>26
"Now look at the mess you've gotten us into!" you yell at the ruffian who probably tackled you earlier, before the giant spider came.

"What!?" he yells. The giant spider shakily gets off of you, and walks away from you, still carrying that person in its... maw? Do spiders have those? Well anyway, it's irrelevant seeing as how that bandit is spider from the waist down. He glares at you, gnashing his teeth and holding his mace with an intent to bash it against something really hard.

>88
"Enough of that, Toil," a feminine voice growls.

The man-spider's jaw drops, and he looks around the woods. "Mamah!?" he exclaims.

"Your hunting still needs some work, dear Toil," the voice says from up above you. You look up to see another giant spider descending from the branches above. The spider stops, and then a beautiful woman uncurls from the spidery bits. She opens her eyes to look at you, and grins, showing off her many, many teeth.

She descends upon you.

>Cont.

>>36983324
You wake up some time later, still sober, and naked. Your wrists are tied with webbing to a tree branch, and your ankles are done up the same. underneath you is a firepit. There's no fire yet, though.

"Hahahahaha, you're going to make a fine meal!" the Toil person from before jeers at you.

"What do you have to be happy about, Toil? You're not getting any of this," another woman-spider asks.

"Yeah, like, none of us failed as hard the first time as you did just then!" another girl shouts.

The spider lady from before zips down between the two girls. "Shush, now. Toil will just need to work harder next time." You notice that she's wearing your royal coat.

"Yeah, and that won't be for at least a week or so with the way his butt got destroyed!" one of the girls retorts as the other giggles.

The bandit smacks both of the giggling girls across the cheek. "Quit making fun of your brother!"

Toil just grinds his teeth together some more as he looms over you. "I'm going to make you pay," he says.

"Oh yeah, speaking of destroyed asses," one of the girls calls out, "Isn't it about time you popped your cherry, bro?"

Toil blushes, and spits at his sisters. However, he reaches down to his groin and starts to get himself hard as he eyes your naked body.

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>>36982866
>>36983066
>>36983324
>>36983413

So many of my magical realms are being displayed in front of me.
If the Paladin hasn't accidentally fucked/been fucked by something or someone by the end of this I will be moderately upset.

Rolled 100, 8 = 108 (2d100)

>>36983413
>>>>Name: Henri de Montmorillon
>>>>Gender: Male
>>>>Age: 26
>>>>Race: Human
>>>>Fluff: An exorcist employed by his Royal Court who was sent to this world by an evil Free Mason in the chaos of a national revolution. Henri is a devout and pious, but struggles with alcoholism and can be overly morose at times.
>>>Equipment: Royal coat, replete with gold trimmings and your hipflask, emblazoned with the crown seal.
>>>Special Abilities: [Out, foul spirit!] - You are adept at banishing creatures or spirits that possess people.
>>>Bonus: [A true frenchman] - +10 to sniffing out cheeses, -10 relations with englishmen.

" I can't believe I'm not even drunk right now. Alright, for one thing, you are all worse sinners than the English, secondly..."

Action 1: I try to move my face to my wrists and bite off the webbing.

Action 2: If I succeed in action 1 then I break of a tree branch and try to free my legs, If I failed then I say to them:

" Listen I'll make you a deal. Let me live and I'll lead you to a whole group of unsuspecting humans who you can all eat. Do you want to just eat me and be hungry tonight, or instead have a feast ?

>>36983502
>100
>8
Hey, you're gonna get assraped by a spiderman, but look on the bright side, you probably won't get eaten now.

>>36983521
>But you aren't about to sit back and get assraped by hellspawn, you're going to rise to the top and make a name for yourself!

False advertising -.-

Rolled 74, 86 = 160 (2d100)

>>36982624
Aya giggles, obviously not caring at it's disappearance. The blond's hips swing as she walks, as if the Elf was trying to put on a show. The breasts under the cat suit still unburdened by underwear began to jiggle lightly as Aya strutted right into the middle of the men.

"Excuse me Gentlemen..." A grin slid over her face, her bubble butt pressing into the lap of the closest man "Could you all tell me where a girl could find herself some friends?"

>>36983533
I was going to say you could have avoided this if you put action one as freeing yourself from the webbing and action two as fighting/running, but then I realized that since you got an eight on the second roll, that'd just mean you'd have gotten assraped without your legs bound.

>>36983502
>critical success on breaking hands out
>fail miserably to break rest of body out and make pathetic show of resistance otherwise

dice gods have a fetish

>>36983192
Yuki stabs her naginata into the youkai, earning a pained grunt from the cat demon. "You're going to have to do it six times more, little girl!" she snarls at Yuki.

Yuki takes out the naginata, and stabs it into the youkai once again. "Grrrrrr..."

You see some dark miasma leaking out of the youkai's wounds. It seeps up into the air. Suddenly, a ringing is heard, and the purpley spirit smog drifts over to the box that Kanada picked up.

"Hey, there's a collar with a bell on it over here?" he says.

>47
"Ojou-sama' needs me!" the Nekomata yelps. "I must get back to Mistress Miho at once!"

"Just one more thrust," Yuki mutters, readying her naginata.

"NYOOOOOOO!" the cat demon roars, batting away the naginata, and making a break for the stairs.

>67
However, your broadsword slices through her fuzzy neck as she tries to pass by you.

The demon's body collapses, and burns up in blue fire, the purple smoke collects into a big, feral demon face that almost swalllows you whole, but it's scattered as Umeko waves a fan towards the belled collar. The smoke all goes back into the box, and Kanada puts the lid back on.

You regard your broadsword, and thumb your armband absentmindedly.

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An old man is awakened from his nap as you four present the box to him. He opens up the box, mutters a few words, and something glows from within. He then takes the box over to the left of the shrine, along a small trail that leads to a mini-graveyard. He sets the box down in front of a grave marked "Chie"

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You all set off down the stairway, Kanada seeing how far he can ninja-jump. Umeko's been guiding him with the wind at times when it looks like he'll bust his head on a tree or the stone.

Yuki only huffs whenever she looks in your direction.

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Rolled 71, 43 = 114 (2d100)

>>36983676
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in a holy order amongst the shifting planes, one of the many attempts to bring any sort of stability to the ever changing lands. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage)
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

1. Well, I think that was a totally successful and not nearly-disasterous at all adventure. Let's head back down to town and see what that whole demon in a box thing was all about with the old lady. She seems like an interesting person and a good choice for grand adventures to help out the whole population of this unusual land.

2. Thank Yuki for helping out the team so much and being such a valuable addition to the team, and ensure her that I really, truly, honestly didn't mean to molest her. For real. Even if she is a very pretty woman. Also, compliment her Nagitana and ask her about polishing technique, in the most non-sexual way possible.

>>36983714
>43
accidental handjob puns incoming

I've never seen someone who wanted the LG dick as badly as yuki does.

Hey, is it alright with y'all if I wrap up what I have planned for the Elias part and leave Aya and Henri to be done later/by different QMs?

Rolled 74, 75 = 149 (2d100)

Druza 12/26/14(Fri)05:09:47 No.36979768▶>>36980255
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Rolled 85, 17 = 102 (2d100)

>>36978994 #
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market
>Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Look i. The market for weapons and arm everyone with weapons
Action 2: barricde and fortify it
Brining the heat

>>36983773
I'm starting to nod off a bit is the problem, and I'm not there enough to write something as detailed and abstract as spider smut and alley cats in heat.

I find it entertaining how half the people here are playing comical incompetent young paladins dealing with accidentally rubbing catgirl's and female companions butts and comical young futas fucking everything in sight and the other half is playing brutal genocidal neo-nazis and hardcore religious men getting assraped by evil spider men.

>>36983773
>>36983783
It's probably fine. Thread won't die for a while and it'll have more than enough time for Ninnius to come back and continue the builder or for Orodnon to get unbanned.

>hardcore religious men getting assraped by evil spider men.
Now, some people might ask me, "Black Cat, an 88 was rolled. Why does that end in getting assraped by a man-spider?"

And to that I say: Spiders have 8 legs, and that number also looks like a butt.

>>36983811
Kek

You match pace with Yuki and come up on her side. She examines the view of the mountainside opposite of your direction.

"Well, I think that was a totally successful and not nearly-disastrous at all adventure. We should ask that old lady what the demon box was about when we get back!" you say. Yuki just grunts an "Mm."

"Oh yeah, thanks for helping to slay the demon!" you say while scratching your head.

"Helping!?" she asks, "I did most of the work! Almost got clawed. But not you, noooo, you're strong, you came in and delivered the finishing blow," she rattles off. She is surprised at this outburst, and blushes. "I, I'm sorry, I was a little bit jealous that a pervert like you is able to be so strong."

>71
"I'm not a pervert, though!" you say. You apologize once again for accidentally groping her ("Was it really an accident?"), and the thing with the fluffy tail ("You didn't even offer to let me stroke it to see what all the fuzz was about!"), and explain to her what your armbands means. She is impressed that you made such an oath with your wife (whom you've said is off on another continent), but criticizes how susceptible you were to that Nekomata.

"Hmmm..." she ponders. She eventually raises a fist, and declares, "Nothing for it then, other than to ensure that you always remain loyal to your wife. In return, I can learn how to become stronger by fighting alongside you."

You smile at how resolved Yuki seems on this matter.

>43
"And if you fail, I will be there to castrate you and decapitate you after you gut yourself!" she says cheerily.

>Cont.

>>36983930
It's nighttime when the four of you make your way over to the Old Woman's house, one of you a bit unsettled by recent oaths made.

You knock on the Old Woman's door, and await a response. A second later, a shaky "Cooooommme iiiiiinnnn!" is heard. Shurgging, you open the door to enter the house.

"Hey, moron, take your shoes off!" your three companions all generally say to you. Some of this land's traditions are going to be weird.

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You see the old woman laying in a futon, and she's pale and sweating.

"Are you alright?" you ask.

"Earrrlierrr todaay, I tried cutting up leeeeeks for the fiiirsst timmme. I aaaccidentallllly cut myself, and then I fffffainted. I uhhh, bled soooo mu-much in the kitchen. If Chichan were heeerrrre, she'd be awwwful sssore with meee..."

>>36974595
Yeah, but we turn the filter on to quest not builder

>>36983990
>80 years ago
"Haaaa? I get a kitten for my birthday1?" a little girl squeals. Once she is handed the kitten, she cradles it to her chest.
"Mew."

>79 years ago
"Bet you can't catch me, Chichan!" the little girl says as she runs through town.
"Mew!"
The little girl looks back to see her cat running after her, and then a cart suddenly coming in from the left.

>78 years ago
"She won't respond to anyone," says the man. "The only time she ever does say anything is when she goes up to the shrine to pray."
"Oh, what's become of our Miho?"

>77 years ago
The girl walks down the street towards the path to the shrine. It is the same routine everyday, with her solemnly staring and trudging ahead while shutting everyone out.
"Hey, kid, watch out!"
The girl turns her head to see a chicken-horse drawn cart coming towards her at an unbrakeable speed. She closes her eyes and prays for someone to come and save her.

WOOSH!

She is dropped on the other side of the street by an unseen savior.

>76 years ago
"Heheheh, there's that weird girl! Going around claiming to have seen ghosts again?" the other village kids shout.
"Uuu..." the girl groans.
"Heheheheh, what a loseeeEEYYAAAHH!" one of the kids screams as claw marks appear on his front and back.
"Wh-what just-" one of the kids starts before getting clawed off.
"AAAAHH, A DEMON!" they yell, running off.
The girl stares in awe at the fleeing kids, and can just barely make out the shape of something in the air before it vanishes.

>75 years ago
The young lady holds the last thing she has that's reminiscent of her departed friend: a belled collar. She mutters the scripture she learned at the shrine, and shakes the bell 3 times, ringing it loud and clear on this bright night.

She looks around at the woods to see if her friend has appeared, but no such luck, dejected, she sighs in defeat. Something furry brushes up against her leg.

>Cont.

>>36984388
"Uuuwaaaa!" the girl screams, falling back.
Her cat says to her, "Hey, that's no way to greet an old friend!"
"Aieee!" she shrieks.
"Mew~!"

>74 years ago
"Jeez, homework is tough. I should go be a vagabond instead!" the young lady decides.
"Nnnyo!" the cat says with a swat at the foolish girl's face. "Here, let me see that, maybe I can do it for you."

>73 years ago
"I don't have any style!" the young lady laments.
"Give me that magazine, I can probably pick something out that we could, er, I could make. It would definitely draw the attention of lots of boys!" her cat says.
"Yeah, heheh, boys."

>72 years ago
"How does cooking work again?" the young lady asks while flipping through a cookbook. "Says here I'm supposed to stir in the beans, and then on this other page, it says I have to spread whipped cream on top? Ohhh, just how am I going to give Akito any chocolate?"
"Leave it to me!" the cat says, growing hands.

>71 years ago
"I need to learn sex right now!" the young lady says with a frantic tone.
"Uh, um... okay, let's remove your clothes, for starters," the cat says while growing legs and feet.

>70 years ago
"I'm swearing off men," the woman says with a cold edge to her voice.
"His presence is no longer plaguing this earth, and his child will no longer be plaguing you," the cat says with a brandishing of its sharp claws.

>69 years ago
"Um... Chie-chan? I'd like to try having sex again... but with you?" the woman asks timidly.
"Mmrrooowww!" the cat purrs, growing breasts, hips, and ass.
The owner gasps in delight before being tackled to the futon by her cat.

>>36984546
Is this still going on and is there room?
I can't play right now, but just asking for a spot later on

>>36984553
I'm tired and unreliable right now. Best to do your character and wait for someone new to come along to pick it up.

>>36984546
The old woman coughs a bit, and says to you,
"I relied on her... too much. That's why I decided to send her off today. To free her, heavens know that she doesn't deserve to be shackled to this gay earth.
"However, I haven't done much of anything these past few decades. Chie usually did my chores and errands for me. I couldn't even walk to the shrine this morning.
"I was so much of a burden to her that I became a burden to myself. Oh, how worthless am I!" she says.

Where'd that Elias run off to?

Reminder that Builders aren't Quests.
Quests are collective vote about a singular MC, that's why on suptg they are tagged as "collective game"
Builders are multiplayer games played by individuals. They aren't collective games nor are they archived on suptg.

Just like Risk threads aren't quests nor do they get archived on suptg either

Update your filters.

Okay so I'm back for an indeterminate length of time. With a bit of luck I have a few hours but we plan on making chocolate truffle mixes at somepoint this afternoon, so...

That aside just let me get it straight which players are currently awaiting an update and which are currently absent:

Absent:
- White Death's Mr Mittens
- randomphone's Kaluzabal
- Clovis's Clovis
- Jaundice Sun's 'Lead Burrito'
- Darius' Darius Greene

Awaiting update:
- Druza's Hando
- Aya's Aya
- Henri's Henri de Montmorillon
- Bazrael's Unmade Character

Being updated by 13lack Cat:
- Paladin Elias's Elias

Give me a shout if I missed you or you're awaiting an update or so forth. Without further ado I'll get back to writing.

>>36984553
Make your character and let's set them off on an adventure!

Rolled 55, 3 = 58 (2d100)

>>36984789
Yay, time for Aya's aya to take the stage again!

>>36983538

Just to remind you 13lack Cat had you turn into a cat after chasing the other one, as yet you are yet to return to your elven form. Do you want me to write this with Aya as a cat or having reverted?

Rolled 10, 72 = 82 (2d100)

>>36984809
Oh. Yes. Of course. Whoops.
Thought it wasn't literal, more cat-girl like

Rolled 66, 26 = 92 (2d100)

>>36984789
I'll tell you this now, bazrael is not here, he's not on steam or anything but i'll inform him that the game is up when he comes back

>>36984815
Ah, who knows, that's just how I interpreted it. Either way, preference on what state you are in for the next scene?

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>>36984789
>Name: Romulus Rastavius Rex
>Gender: ?
>Age: ?
>Race: ?
>Fluff: Purify the Heathens. In his name, let none survive.

>Equipment
>Special Abilities
>Bonus

>>36984823
Ah thanks, have an update

>>36983781

Well, even your aryan brethren will struggle against a fully armed raid by the police. It is imperative that you assemble an armed force and so you order everyone to scour the market for weaponry before you leap bodily from the lift to search yourself.

>74
This market is an extensive one, more than just a sunday's food fair and as such comes replete with a self-billed 'cutting edge'knife stall. Knives for kitchens, for butchers, for hunters, for enthusiasts.

And you are all four.

You distribute the knives amongst your men. It transpires that there was also a tool stand and so a number of your band weild hammers, awls and all-sorts. Lastly some enterprising invididual located a permanently situated hunting shop on the corner of the square and so you are now equipped with a variety of fire-arms.

You yourself now possess a carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it.

In deference to his initiative you ask the name of the man who found the place and he answers that he is Max Schreck. Perfect, a man straight from the fatherland itself!

All that remains now is to barricade the market square to ready yourself for the inevitable onslaught.

>75
You split your men into teams of 10 to better organise them as they each set about upending the useless stalls and lining them beside each other around the entrances. You order the contents of the food stalls to be collated into the sturdiest ones and use the now free materials to assist in shoring up.

The tool-bearers assist greatly as you barricade yourselves and you return to the boom lift to survey the scene with a pair of binoculars you had appropriated.

Looking good.

>>36984829
Would you like me to give you gender, age and race or leave it mysterious? Just confirming intent.

>>36984841
It's a mystery.

Rolled 17, 41 = 58 (2d100)

>>36984828
Elf in cat suit please

Rolled 81, 55 = 136 (2d100)

>>36984833
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it.
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Have heinz and max be my own personal bodyguards while i deliver my speech to inspire the men to defend the fatherland "4th reich fighting men that's who we are, we have to fight the system we fight the war, we're gonna change our country we're gonna change them all. 4TH REICH FIGHTING MEN THAT'S WHO WE ARE. As hando takes a deep breath he shouts. WE SHALL SHOW THEM THE ARYAN PRIDE!

No bully for shitty speech pls

>>36984829

Equipment: Full suit of plate armour, heavily dated in style. Long spear and gladius, age showing in the beaten metal. The spear shaft looks new, you've replaced it often. Bitching cloak, great for keeping your warm if temperature still had hold on you.
Special Abilities: [Even in Death] - It's not really known what may kill you for it is not really known what manner of being you are.
Bonus: [I have moved for so long...] - Time has long since raked its claws through your mind and memories. You no longer recall who you are, or how you came to be. All that you know are the actions most ingrained in your being: fighting. +10 to combat rolls, -100 to filling out application forms.

The light filters through the array of small holes on the left of your visor, creeping across them one by one as they slowly illuminate your helmet. Then it meets the large hole and you're caressed in the sun's gentle touch.

Praise the sun. In its tireless course across the heavens every day does it move. Your one companion over the... centuries? You know not.

You stir and there is a soft clanking and grinding as you loosen up your joints before rising to your feet, plucking your spear from the ground.

>>36984945
Can I do stuff now?

>>36984972
Go for it, pick two actions and roll dice+2d100

I'm currently writing an update for Henri and Aya though so it might be a little while before I get you going.

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>Name: BISHOP
>Gender: NO (Speaks with a heavy metallic male voice, though)
>Age: 98
>Race: Clockwork Construct
>Fluff: BISHOP is a massive clockwork beast who stands as the only relic left of the Grand Game; a construction project conceived by an unknown party with the objective of building an epic chess game, covering an entire landscape. These "chesslands" were places of constant mobilized war as mindless clockwork beings fought and destroyed each other to simulate a real war. BISHOP fought in these wars, garnering an immortal lifetime of battle experience. Eventually, the creators of the Grand Game died off and every clockwork being in it began to rot away, forming a ghastly landscape of broken clockwork. BISHOP revived itself, standing up for the first time in 80 since the fall of the Grand Game. Mind you, BISHOP is a surprisingly frail "caster" clockwork, it is a miracle that it survived for this long. Now BISHOP Is a walking museum attraction in the modern world.

>Equipment
>Special Abilities
>Bonus

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Rolled 46, 67 = 113 (2d100)

>>36984945
>Name: Romulus Rastavius Rex
>Gender: ?
>Age: ?
>Race: ?
>Fluff: Purify the Heathens. In his name, let none survive.

>Equipment: Full suit of plate armour, heavily dated in style. Long spear and gladius, age showing in the beaten metal. The spear shaft looks new, you've replaced it often. Bitching cloak, great for keeping your warm if temperature still had hold on you.
>Special Abilities: [Even in Death] - It's not really known what may kill you for it is not really known what manner of being you are.
>Bonus: [I have moved for so long...] - Time has long since raked its claws through your mind and memories. You no longer recall who you are, or how you came to be. All that you know are the actions most ingrained in your being: fighting. +10 to combat rolls, -100 to filling out application forms.

1; Praise the lord
2; Continue on my journey through this land of sin, purging the heretics

Rolled 31, 55 = 86 (2d100)

>>36978312
Name: Nikolai the Ghost King
Age: Forgotten
Short Bio: Born a time long ago Nikolai had the ability to consume ghosts and their power, when he died he became a super powerful ghost, now he just sort of chills and watches humanity advance.
Important Notes:
Side: Super Powered.
Skills:

I seem to have gotten distracted, back to work!

1. If the Kaiser Merkels Empire is too strongly united for me to manipulate them to war, then I’ll simply manipulate their neighboring kingdoms, but first I must learn about of them and their allies, what IS the Kaiser Merkels Empire?

2. While I’m learning about things keep an eye open for any mentions of what a Ghost Dildo is, or why it exists.


(sorry for the long delay I feel asleep)

>>36983502

You've had enough of this. You didn't put up with all the troubles in your life thus far to become the snack of such foolish creatures. Mon Dieu.

>100
With the rage of an irate frenchman you bite down hard on the webbing that forms the gag, pulling back on your tongue to avoid any inconveniences. Your canines honed by years of chewing through crusty baguettes shear through the stringy strangs in seconds and you spit it to the floor, craning your neck as you chomp through the binds on your wrists.

Yes, nearly... And there they are, your hands free once more. You quickly rub the feeling back into your fingers and-

Damned pins and needles, sacrebleu!

Still, your upper torso is now freed and you swing your arms around to get your blood flowing. It's time to lay the pain on these oversized arachnids. Just need to free your legs... Ah, that branch should do the trick...

>8
No, wait, that was the branch you were attached to-

THUMP.

Eurrgh, pine needles in your mouth, pftheh, pfthewrgh...

A tittering breaks our amongst the spiders that steal half the form of girls.

"My, my, even HE doesn't want our dear brother..."
"Well you know what they say," one nods sagely, "Hubble, bubble, Toil's just trouble!"

And the pair descend into fits of mirth.

>(Cont.)

>>36985123

Well you're not prepared to wait around to see what becomes of this. You tuck your legs up and start trying to propel yourself out of the firepit (still mercifully unlit) and roll yourself out of here.

Alas one of the foul creatures seems to have other ides and you find yourself being picked up by the armpits to find yourself face to face with the matriach of the group.

"And where, precisely, do you think you're off to?" You shed a small tear for the fate of your coat, adorning this harlot as it is.

You steel yourself as you prepare to speak. Time for plan B.

"Listen I'll make you a deal. Let me live and I'll lead you to a whole group of unsuspecting humans who you can all eat. Do you want to just eat me and be hungry tonight, or instead have a feast?"

"How very... forthcoming of you. Would I be right to assume you refer to that place over yonder, Ville de Attente?" she grins, flashing her razor teeth.

"Ehh..... bof, oui ou non?"

"I thought so. You see, we prey here in the forest such that we may pick you humans off one at a time, safe and sound, no needlessly... sharp objects. You also seem to be mistaken about the... nature of your fate."

You gulp, mind casting back to Toil rubbing himself.

"Ah... there it is..." she croons gleefully, "That moment of realisation. Any final words before he loses himself inside you..?"

>>36983538

>86
"Weeeell.... Depen's on what kinda frens yer lookin' fer," one of the men gruffly replies. "There's the ol' whorery jus' yonder if'n yer lookin' fer thems kinda frens, or if yer're not interested in payin' Aye'm tole the guardhouse will give it to yer fer free. Or if yer're so inclined, there's the stone circle outside a this place where'll yew'll fine yerself dancin' with the leprechauns if yew so desire."

A brothel, a guardhouse or a ring of lepercorns? Whilst you ponder where to find yourself some friends continue to shift your behind in that one man's lap, feeling the shape of it change slowly but surely as you do.

>76
"Keep that up'n yew can find yerself a fren' roight here..."

Hmm... decisions.

By the way, since people misuse the term futa nowadays can specify precisely what genitals you possess?

Rolled 20, 88 = 108 (2d100)

>>36985187
Vagina+Cock without balls. Female otherwise, although she has some underlying muscle!

"Ooh, dancing?" Aya's eyes go wide as she spins around, spinning on his lap facing directly towards him. Her breasts pressing into his chest as she looked into his face "What sort of dancing? I remember dancing?

The blond ever so slightly grinds lightly on the hardening cock, her full heart shaped butt pressing softly into his crotch "What're leprechauns like?"

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Rolled 94, 74 = 168 (2d100)

>>36985133
I pray for you.

>>36984877

"Heinz! Max!" you bark out at your two loyal men, "Stand by my side, you are hereby my bodyguards."

>81
"It would be an honour," Max replies, Heinz silently saluting in response. The pair swing their way up the lift in short muscular bounds, taking their place behind you.

You shut your eyes momentarily and quickly run through the outline of a speech in your mind. Yes, that should do the job. No time for fancy speeches when your foes are on their way.

You look up and salute, the resounding thud of boots on ground echoing around the market in response.

"Fourth reich fighting men, that's who we are. We have to fight the system! We fight the war! We're gonna change our country and we're gonna CHANGE. THEM. ALL. FOURTH REICH FIGHTING MEN! THAT'S WHO WE ARE."

As you take a deep breath you shout out load to the crowd.

"WE SHALL SHOW THEM THE ARYAN PRIDE!"

>55
A bit simple as you replay it through your mind, but it got the message across. Fight for what you all believe in. Your men resolutely chorus your words, chanting them over only to be interrupted by a tremendous banging noise.

You turn to see the source - a young man with a sledgehammer and a car bonnet. He sees he has your attention and calls out.

"Hando! They are advancing along the eastern street!"

You turn and raise your binoculars. Indeed they are. Time to test your german mettle.

You idly consider whether you should employ any particular tactics, or just set everyone up to meet all that try to make their way in?

>>36985269
Do i know what force the enemy is currently using?, also get into the chat
http://client01.chat.mibbit.com/?channel=%23Nation&server=irc.mibbit.net it's easier for us to axe questions then

>>36985009

Equipment: Your great crosier, an elegant masterpiece style in the shape of a clock hand. The tip of it is capable of telling you the time and also acts as a focus for your powers.
Special Abilities: [Stop. Crosier Time.] - you have the ability to control Time itself! You are capable of freezing the time of a space around you whilst remaining free to move yourself. During th Grand Game you made use of this to batter your opponents whilst they were unable to do anything about it, making up for your otherwise limited combat capacity that results from your frail construction.
Bonus: [Balls of steel] - At the end of the day you are a giant metal construct created for battle. There is nothing that you fear and you cannot fail morale rolls.

Tic- Tic- Tic- Tic- Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Clunk.

ChingChingChingChingGrrrrrrrrrrRIIIIIIIIII-

DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG.

-+ The Twelth Hour is at hand+-

You feel chains rattling, gears grinding, the delicate click and tick as mechanisms whir within you. A pendulum picks up pace, oscillating within you. You visual sensors buzz and focus, lenses flicking in and out as they sharpen the image before you.

Blue. It is the sky.

You tentatively flex your joints. They grind as dirt and stones spray from where they'd settled over the years. Flooding strength into your limbs you rise, debris cascading around you. A flash of green drops past your gaze and a lense flicks across, highlighting the shape to be a tree.

It is sparse.

You stand tall and look around. Sandy plains and scrub stretches out beyond you, a great square dyed black.

>>36985056

>46
You follow through the motions you are as familiar with as you are with the sun.

You tuck your knees up as your crouch on the floor, hands pressed together in front of you. Then you rise to a stand, following through the motion with your hands, spreading them out in deference to the Sun, wide as Her great gift of light is spread across the lands.

Holding the posture for a moment you ease and survey your surroundings. Best to continue on the beaten path in that direction, for where footfalls beget a trail there are feet that beget heretics.

And heretics shall burn under Her majesty.

>67
As you travel you come across, a smattering of crates and other miscellany piled beside it. This looks like an ample opportunity to spread light to the dark.

Rolled 21, 65 = 86 (2d100)

>Name: BISHOP
>Gender: NO (Speaks with a heavy metallic male voice, though)
>Age: 98
>Race: Clockwork Construct
>Equipment:
[Time Crosier]
>Special Abilities
[Stop. Crosier Time]
>Bonus
[Balls Of Steel]

1.
Awake.
I am awake.
I am BISHOP.
BISHOP is I.
Blank.
Land is blank.
Time is long.
Investigate.
(BISHOP slowly churns and moves around the blank landscape, unknown where it is)

2.
Time is long.
Land is different.
Must investigate.
(BISHOP attempts to recall where he is, and what happened. Or, who it is. It has been a long time.)

>>36985101

You float on the wind towards a nearby settlement and spend some time drifting about, listening to its inhabitants talking of this Kaiser Merkel's Empire.

>31
They people speak often of it, but only to praise it and its glorious leader. They do not offer much information beyond that but that the Fourth Reich will conquer the whole world this time.

Hm... Fourth Reich... Reich, reich... Seems familia-

GERMANY. This land must be what became of GERMANY.

Wait, does that mean the Nazis are up and about again and actually WINNING this time?

You ponder this some more as continue your ethereal jaunt about the town, idly sliding into a dwelling.

>55
Before you if a young woman, fair blond hair framing her face, a perfect picture of-

Wait, why does she look pained?

You trail your gaze down to spot her hands busying themselves with some object that she apears to have lodged within her. It curiously resembles that ghost dildo you myseriously possess.

It seems it is an instrument of discomfort then? Perhaps a weapon?

You hear dull thuds and a flash of panic cross the girl's face and she hurriedly pulls the object free and tugs her skirt back down, crossing to her desk and assuming a nonchalant expression, object stuffed into a drawer.

The door swings open and an older woman steps in, features similar to the first. She looks about and briefly exchanges a few harsh guttural words with the girl, a dialect you do not remember how to speak before turning and leaving.

The girl sighs and retrieves the object only to place it once more within her.

It seems she derives enjoyment from this then?

Is your dildo infact an instrument of pleasure?

Rolled 98, 10 = 108 (2d100)

>>36978328
>Name Kalazubal
>Gender Chaos Elemental
>Age all numbers between infinite and zero at the same time
>Race Chaos Elemental
>Fluff: A minor Elemental from the plane of chaos that was summoned to this world and the let loose because wizards.
>Equipment
>Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
>Bonus: [Randumb] - +10 to actions with no bearing in the scenario whatsoever, -10 to mundane actions.

1. Well have to escape here somehow, but first turn myself fully into a two headed moose.
2. and then turn all of my essence inside out and upside down, because that has to do something, right?

Rolled 56, 43 = 99 (2d100)

>>36985487
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it.
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Use the binoculars to find out what gear the enemy is using
Now on to the plan
Action 2: Have the people with firearms stand at the front and fire at the enemy hopefully we'll inflict some casualties, when the enemy closes send in the melee guys who will be behind the people with firearms, the firearms people will go to the sides while the melee people are distracting the coppers, YOU SHALL NOT FALTER

>>36985225

>20
As you swing to face him you realise that your hardening shaft is now pressing into the man's midriff. He looks down then back up, pushing you off him as he gets up.

"Sorrey lad, Aye don't swing that way even if'n yew do have a fine rack."

"Ah, ahhh.. But I'm not a lad" you manage to utter.

"Suuure, and Aye'm a leprachaun."

"Speaking of those, what are they like? I enjoy dancing, maybe I should go visit them!" you bubble out.

>88
The man gives a hearty chuckle.

"What's a leprachaun?! Hahargh, weeeell they be kinda like faeries, only more knobbly. It's said that theys keep a crock o' gold at the ends of a rainbow! Haahaaaa, oh Aye'm sure yew'll enjoy dancin' with them!"

Hm. Okaaaaay.

"Just folla that road they're, keep goin' til yew leave the buildings behind and tae yer right yew'll see that circle o' stones, can't miss it."

Rolled 70, 96 = 166 (2d100)

>>36985487
>Name Clovis, King of Ghosts
>Gender Male.
>Age Forgotten.
>Race Ghost King
>Fluff Born in a forgotten time in a forgotten place, in life Clovis had the unique ability to devour the essence of the soul, empowering his own and granting him the ability to “kill” ghosts, upon his death the essence of every devoured soul flowed into his own, empowering him and granting him sovereignty over the ethereal, nowadays he just watches the world move on as an observer, although when things get boring he likes to stir up trouble.

Equipment: Ghost Dildo
Special Abilities: [Consume Soul] - Whenever a being is killed, Clovis can gain one aspect of its existence for his own.
Bonus: [Ethereal Form] - +10 to sneaking and stalking, +5 to dodging

1. Interesting, well I do so enjoy a challenge, and attempting to mess with the Fourth Reich will be fun, let’s find the Führer and possess him, don’t devour his soul, just push it aside so that he is aware of what I make him do.

2. When she isn’t looking, swap her dildo with the Ghost Dildo, see if it has some different effect.

Rolled 66, 12 = 78 (2d100)

>>36985623
Wouldnt the dick be down in the leg of the outfit?
>Hardening
>With Innocent Aya

"Okay, thank you very much sir!" She exclaims, as she charges down towards the Leepuhacorns, intent on learning how to dance!

Rolled 49, 17 = 66 (2d100)

>>36985409
>Name: Romulus Rastavius Rex
>Gender: ?
>Age: ?
>Race: ?
>Fluff: Purify the Heathens. In his name, let none survive.

>Equipment: Full suit of plate armour, heavily dated in style. Long spear and gladius, age showing in the beaten metal. The spear shaft looks new, you've replaced it often. Bitching cloak, great for keeping your warm if temperature still had hold on you.
>Special Abilities: [Even in Death] - It's not really known what may kill you for it is not really known what manner of being you are.
>Bonus: [I have moved for so long...] - Time has long since raked its claws through your mind and memories. You no longer recall who you are, or how you came to be. All that you know are the actions most ingrained in your being: fighting. +10 to combat rolls, -100 to filling out application forms.

1-2; Begin cleaning up and making a nice pile before continuing on

>>36985480

-+ This land is barren. +-

Your logic proceeders fall into place and your decision is made. You must explore your surroundings. Investigate your location.

You step forth with great limbs, pulleys and counter-weights, springs and cogs spinning as they stabilise your strides.

>21
You continue to roam this black land, clawed feet leaving great scours in the ground. You find that it is only the surface layer that is black, more muted browns colouring the earth below.

Alas your activities have no yeiled any further knowledge.

Perhaps you yourself hold the answer. If you were to dredge up your records you may find you are aware of your location already.

>65
You sit on the floor to make all computational systems available for record recall rather than spending some maintaining your balance.

As you retrieve information from your banks you find that there are gaps where time has been cruel to your mechanics but that you are able to sift through a lot.

Much of it is simply fighting. Fighting with other constructs of a similar design to your own, differing mainly in function and focus. You realise that the crosier you hold beside you is your tool for combat, channeling your ability to halt time itself.

Aside from this you find that you and your similar beings were once in better condition, pristine and gleaming, the cogs did not grind as they spun. The only records prior to that are a scrambled mess, not corrupted but... locked away it seems.

You passed it through your cipher mechanisms but nothing came of it. Perhaps you need some extra mechanisms to read it.

Rolled 7, 69 = 76 (2d100)

>Name: BISHOP
>Gender: NO (Speaks with a heavy metallic male voice, though)
>Age: 98
>Race: Clockwork Construct
>Equipment:
[Time Crosier]
>Special Abilities
[Stop. Crosier Time]
>Bonus
[Balls Of Steel]

1-2.
Companion.
Enemy.
Kin.
Locate immediately.
(BISHOP starts up and attempts to churn across the landscape once more, this time with the specific objective of searching for another construct, destroyed or active. Someone or something)

>>36985558

Well if it as it seems, that they truly do hold complete barriers emtombing within their will... You spy at the back that there are a couple of men that sit crosslegged on the floor, eyes shut and hands forming a curious symbol.

If you had to guess, and with no prior knowledge for this situation you do, those men are sustaining the seal in some capacity. So if you were to somehow interrupt them...

Well it's simple, really, you just need to disturb the gaggle before you enough. And with your potential to take any form...

>98
You morph perfectly into a two headed moose, one head turning to look at the other, braying slightly. You use the other head to stare steely eyed at the men before you who watch you with enrapt attention.

Now... time to give them a spook. Inverting yourself will be a horrifying sight indeed.

>10
You open your mouths wide, wider, gaping cavernously as they begin to roll back across your skull, futher still and-

EAARGRGHHHH THIS WAS NOT YOUR BEST THOUGHT OUT PLAN.

WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT IT. TURNING YOURSELF INSI- FFFFFFFFFF- INSIDE OUT REALLY HURTS.

-CRACK-

MMNNNNNNGGGG. THERE-

You start panting haggardly in your mind, your exposed lungs incapable of doing it for you.

-THERE IS A LOT TO BE SAID FOR NOT FLAYING ONESELF, TWISTING BONES AROUND ASUNDER AND SPLAYING ORGANS FOR ALL TO-

AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-

WHOSE. BRIGHT. IDEA. WAS. IT. TO. GIVE. MOOSES. GENITALS.


Unnhhhhh......

As your own screaming abates you realise that the noise persists - sprouting an eye you see the men have gone ballastic, the couple on the floor knocked awry and scrabbling to get to their feet in the stampede.

Well. Small mercies, eh?

Rolled 27, 51 = 78 (2d100)

>>36985869
>Name Kalazubal
>Gender Chaos Elemental
>Age all numbers between infinite and zero at the same time
>Race Chaos Elemental
>Fluff: A minor Elemental from the plane of chaos that was summoned to this world and the let loose because wizards.
>Equipment
>Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
>Bonus: [Randumb] - +10 to actions with no bearing in the scenario whatsoever, -10 to mundane actions.

What am I talking about, that was just as planned, well sorta. Hey it worked didn't it?
1. Well now that they have all left, time to get out of here myself. Who needs working legs?
2. Also better get used to using my essence, but better start at touch range. I still want to turn someone into a duck.

>>36985604

You bring your binoculars up to bear, spying the incoming forces.

>56
Alas they're a still a little ways away and the pair you hurriedly grabbed don't have the zoom level to deal with the range.

Still, you identify 4 squads advancing, each seeming to be 6-8 men. You believe you can make out riot shields and batons, naturally they're decked out in helmets and presumably protective jackets too.

So what, 20-30 men or so in comparison to your 120 odd strong force? This will be a slaughter.

You order your men into position: those with firearms at the front of the barricade to send volleys off into the oncoming forces, the melee bulk crowding near - ready to lay down the pain on those foolish enough to get close.

You dismount the lift, Max and Heinz following as you heft your weapons.

>43
There's a screeching sound followed by the booming as one of the cops calls out over a loudspeaker.

"Gentlemen, I must insist that there are more pressing issues afoot right now! Demons have beset the land. We are in no position to fight you, all our armed men are busy on the eastern fringe of this town holding the line!"

Ah shit, here you are ready to lead the Fourth Reich to illustrious victory and they're telling you they're all busy fighting demons?

So quick update, Orodnon is banned for six more hours so I'll be posting on his behalf until then. In the effort to get everyone more timely updates we've split the players between us.

>>36985961
You try to get away from the stampeding humans, using your nonsensical mode of locomotion. But you accidentally trip on your hopes and regrets and fall face first to the ground. Being random can have its drawbacks.

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Rolled 60, 17 = 77 (2d100)

>>36986097
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it.
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Demons huh... Are you saying we're not good enough for you to bring your forces against us. We'll fuckign show you, As hando walks closer to the cops he says "You fuckers better give me gear to fight these disgusting demon fucks"
Action 2: Rally the men and grab every aryan cop so we can defeat these fucking demons

>>36985706

You decide that this pile of stuff is in dire need of being reorganised by someone with a descerning eye and the blessings of the Sun.

>49
You first remove all the paraphernalia from the crates and spend some time neatly arranging them in a line, corners meeting squarely, the half crates being double stacked.

Then you start trying to arrange the rest of the stuff on top in an orderly fashion but there's not enough congruity amongst the objects to properly sort them by. You settle for simply spreading them out atop it, turning and readying yourself to enter the cave.

You pause, and eye them up again. Surely you could do SOMETHING to better clean it up...

>17
You stare at the pile for a while, mentally sorting through potential configurations...

No, you've done all that can be done. You have to move on.

Rolled 82, 64 = 146 (2d100)

>>36983930
>>36983990
>>36984388
>>36984546
>>36984624
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in a holy order amongst the shifting planes, one of the many attempts to bring any sort of stability to the ever changing lands. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage)
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.
((She's just a girlfriend, not a wife. Not that it makes too much of a difference. Also, SO MANY POSTS))

1. Well, that was an interesting story. You most certainly aren't worthless at all and are a good and valuable person, Mrs. old woman. By the way, do you have any more heroic deeds that need doing? If not, we'll scour the town for great and noble quests to help people out.

2. Continue happy friendship bonding time with the group.

>>36986155
Oops, disregard this, full update incoming.

Ninnius' bad.

>>36985961
You try to get away from the stampeding humans, using your nonsensical mode of locomotion. But you accidentally trip on your hopes and regrets and fall face first to the ground. Being random can have its drawbacks.

Stuck where you are for now, you decide that you may as well try to transmute something, practice your powers a bit. Pulling yourself up with great effort, you flop onto a nearby petunia. The flower quivers and burbles as its physicality is rewritten, and in short order you are leaning on a mallard duck.

>>36985703
You bound through the town, assets wobbling for all to see as you pass by the sparse buildings and into the countryside. Soon you come to a stop outside a large circle of stones. They're more like boulders really, standing in uneven angles and topped by flatter stones. The center of the circle holds three smaller stones, pointing up into the sky.

But what you don't see, however, are any lepercorns! The man didn't lie to you, did he? Even as you look around for little dancing men, you can hear laughter among the stones.

>(Cont.)

>>36986363

>>36985660
You learn from a quick inspection of the calendar that the woman has circled a date - Chancellor Merkel will be visiting this town tomorrow morning on an important meeting! This will certainly save you time looking for her, she'll be coming to you instead.

While you're thinking about when Merkel will be coming, the woman near you does. You're brought back to the present, and you think to the weird dildo that you woke up with. If it's meant to give people pleasure, maybe it will have a different effect on the living than it would for you?

You wait until she removes her own dildo and, with a quick motion, swap the two. She doesn't seem to notice a difference in holding the ethereal dildo, at least. But when she inserts it inside of her, she starts making weird noises and shouts! Is this thing hurting her? It looks like she bleeding or something, but it's not blood, more like water! This is weird. Is this just an effect of your dildo? Finally the woman gives a stifled shout, and she seems to fall back. Is she sleepy?

You don't know if this is different from what normally happens, but something catches your eye. Her soul is passing out of her body and into the dildo! But... she isn't dead. Can you remove souls from the living? Seems like with this thing you can!

Rolled 13, 58 = 71 (2d100)

>>36986289
>Name: Romulus Rastavius Rex
>Gender: ?
>Age: ?
>Race: ?
>Fluff: Purify the Heathens. In his name, let none survive.

>Equipment: Full suit of plate armour, heavily dated in style. Long spear and gladius, age showing in the beaten metal. The spear shaft looks new, you've replaced it often. Bitching cloak, great for keeping your warm if temperature still had hold on you.
>Special Abilities: [Even in Death] - It's not really known what may kill you for it is not really known what manner of being you are.
>Bonus: [I have moved for so long...] - Time has long since raked its claws through your mind and memories. You no longer recall who you are, or how you came to be. All that you know are the actions most ingrained in your being: fighting. +10 to combat rolls, -100 to filling out application forms.

1-2; Fixing things was always my hobby. ONWARD! PAVE A PATH OF GLORY FOR THE ONE TRUE GOD AND HIS FLOCK TO FOLLOW BEHIND!

Rolled 67, 13 = 80 (2d100)

>>36986375
>Name Clovis, King of Ghosts
>Gender Male.
>Age Forgotten.
>Race Ghost King
>Fluff Born in a forgotten time in a forgotten place, in life Clovis had the unique ability to devour the essence of the soul, empowering his own and granting him the ability to “kill” ghosts, upon his death the essence of every devoured soul flowed into his own, empowering him and granting him sovereignty over the ethereal, nowadays he just watches the world move on as an observer, although when things get boring he likes to stir up trouble.

Equipment: Ghost Dildo
Special Abilities: [Consume Soul] - Whenever a being is killed, Clovis can gain one aspect of its existence for his own.
Bonus: [Ethereal Form] - +10 to sneaking and stalking, +5 to dodging

1. Wait for Chancellor Merkel to be by himself, if he is never by himself then cause a distraction for his entourage before attempting to possess him.

2. But before that leave the dildo at a brothel or something, I’ll check up on it after a few days, see what happens.

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>>36986398
>Angela Merkel is a woman

Rolled 20, 51 = 71 (2d100)

>>36986363
Aya smiles, stripping her cat suit from her sweat sheeted skin, stepping forwards to dance between of the stones. A smile on her lips

>>36985841

You primary pendulum oscillates faster. You feel... You feel the urge to meet another construct, you have to know what has become of the other ones.

Turning your attentions to the present once more you return to your feet and begin your pace. You find that if you continue in a straight line you can settle into the motion well and get up quite a speed.

>7
You attention once distracted by the changing colour of the landscape, great squares alternating between black and white around you, catches on the artifact before you.

It is another construct, fading and faint but distinctly lighter in shade than yourself.

-+ Do you function? +- you sound out.

>69
You hear a ticking and whirring building up and the construct before you starts to tremble, dislodging dirt from itself. It rises tall, featureless and round, not as tall as your own being.

The clanking and tocking abates into a steady rhythmn as the construct before you stands straight. It stops, presumably regarding you with its sensory apparatus.

+- Enough to fight. You. -+

It takes a step towards you, dust pluming from the ground.

Rolled 4, 16 = 20 (2d100)

>>36986363
>Name Kalazubal
>Gender Chaos Elemental
>Age all numbers between infinite and zero at the same time
>Race Chaos Elemental
>Fluff: A minor Elemental from the plane of chaos that was summoned to this world and the let loose because wizards.
>Equipment
>Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
>Bonus: [Randumb] - +10 to actions with no bearing in the scenario whatsoever, -10 to mundane actions

1&2. might as well turn myself into something that can actually move well and get the heck out of here.

>>36986193

"We are in agreement then? We've pretty much cleaned out our reserves of gear, all the best stuff is in use on the lines right now."

>60
"However there's still a bunch of riot stuff at the station. Mostly protection, though you all appeared well armed enough to make batons irrelevant."

Alright, better than nothing. Plus you can loot whatever cops those demons bring down.

You turn to your men, preparing a speech to detail your switch in plans.

>17
"Proud members of the Aryan race... Today it seems we are to face demons, subhumans in EVERY sense of the word! They are literally not even human!

For now we join these cops in their struggle such that we may demonstrate our superior genetics as we cull this taint from the land, once gone we may then resume our march of the Fourth Reich!"

The cheering this time is a lot more aprehensive. Uh oh.

>(Cont.)

Rolled 17, 74 = 91 (2d100)

>Name: BISHOP
>Gender: NO (Speaks with a heavy metallic male voice, though)
>Age: 98
>Race: Clockwork Construct
>Equipment:
[Time Crosier]
>Special Abilities
[Stop. Crosier Time]
>Bonus
[Balls Of Steel]

1-2.
BISHOP stares at the other construct, the single unblinking optic meeting with the others optics. It is an enemy-- servant of the opposing King. BISHOP slowly raises its Crosier, acquiring the time from its end. It looks back at the opposing construct, and muses.

-+ We are not enemies. Not anymore. +-

In a baritone metallic voice. Words like that would have been counteractive to everything it was 80 years ago. Both of these constructs were designed for combat, but BISHOP is one to understand time. And it begins to form the idea that...maby...The Game is over.

>>36986730

"What? What happened to butchering the pigs where they are?"
"D-demons? If that's t-true, then why the fuck are we putting ourselves up to fight them? Saving the country we are here to take?!"
"Why must we lay our lives down for those who are not proud Aryans?!"

"ENOUGH!" bellows Max, "Hando will address your worries! We do not force you to fight, we lead so that you may FOLLOW!"

You do your best to answer these complaints but around 20 men lose their nerve entirely, sprinting away lest you vent your anger at their faltering. You now have 100 or so men.

You salvage the remains of this fiasco by saying that those remaining have shown themselves to be true heros of Kaiser Merkels reign before leading them to the police station to don the riot gear.

>Around a third of your men (including you and your bodyguards) now have riot gear protection and some decided to grab a riot shield to compliment their melee weapon.

Making your way to the eastern fringe of the town you gaze out to see black skies roiling with winged monstrosities. The armed police are largely holed up behind some makeshift fortifications, an unlucky bunch seem to be directly engaged with these foul black creatures. The stench of sulphur and brimstone twists its way through your nostrils.

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Rolled 2, 27 = 29 (2d100)

>>36986740
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it.
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Shout out for the leader of the demon force to come and fight me
Action 2: Bring out my inner rage

>>36986720
You focus intensely, or as hard as a being of chaos can focus on one thing. But your attempts to turn into something mobile are quickly dashed. You're hardly in any more control of your powers than this duck is. There is a blinding flash of light, the sounds of ice tea being stirred, and the distinct sensation of irate cardboard. By the time your synesthetic outburst subsides, you find it difficult to see. Whatever you are, you lack eyes. But you can sort of *sense* your new form... it has legs, but they don't move, eyes that don't see, a body that can't feel, skin of... plastic? Godsdamnit, you've been turned into a mannequin!"

>>36986458
As a result of your amnesia, you're not a terribly good dancer. You hop about and wave your arms as you think it ought to go, but if anyone could see you they'd find it a rather embarrassing display. Even the sight of your assets wobbling about with each motion serves to make it look more awkward.

The sight was enough at least to attract the attention of something. The laughter around you becomes louder and wilder, as though drawing closer. From the stones around you it echoes, and seems to take shape. Small humanoid men leap out of the boulders quite literally, clad in green rags and with orange hair about their pointed faces. These must be the lepercorns! They continue to cackle and jeer as they circle around you, a hungry look in their eyes.

>>36986398
Looking at your now-ensouled dildo, you decide you don't really have much need for the souls of the living, certainly not with such a method of extraction. You toss it aside, sure that someone will find a better use for it. After all, that woman seems perfectly alright!

The phantom phallus taken care of, you head out towards the town's meeting hall, there to await Chancellor Merkel's arrival. You take a seat in one of the many chairs and fall asleep...

The next morning, you're awoken by the tune of "Das Lied der Deutschen" outside. Yes, ghosts have to sleep too. You look outside to see several hovercars in black paint and tinted windows driving down the road, flanking a large limousine flying the flags of the Fourth Reich. Chancellor Merkel keeps with herself quite the bodyguard! What else would one expect from the leader of such an empire? You'll have to make quite the distraction to get her alone.

Also, terribly sorry but it's getting close to dinnertime and I'm no longer available to update.

I was midway with Elias' update before being interrupted, if someone picks up they can use what I've written here http://hastebin.com/raw/edanululin

Not sure when I'll next be able to get back to this, it'll possibly be about 6 hours time.

Rolled 46, 42 = 88 (2d100)

>>36986987
>Name Kalazubal
>Gender Chaos Elemental
>Age all numbers between infinite and zero at the same time
>Race Chaos Elemental
>Fluff: A minor Elemental from the plane of chaos that was summoned to this world and the let loose because wizards.
>Equipment
>Special Abilities: [Unstable Existence] - Kalazubal can change their appearance at will, but must use an action to do so. Any roll lower than 30 results in taking a form of the QM's sadistic choice.
>Bonus: [Randumb] - +10 to actions with no bearing in the scenario whatsoever, -10 to mundane actions

1&2. Perfect, now just magic myself up a suit, a mask, some magic eyes and the ability to move and lets find the top of this building.

Rolled 40, 52 = 92 (2d100)

>>36986987
Aya giggled with Mirth, unaware of her folly. Continuing her strange and unknowing dance "Please come and teach me" Aya sang in a melodious voice, inviting them to join in her nude performance

Rolled 65, 57 = 122 (2d100)

>>36987888
Good insight there Anon.

Rolled 84, 78 = 162 (2d100)

>>36981560
>Darius Greene
>Male
> 32
>Human
> A veteran of war against demon and other supernatural threats Darius, retired after a particularly grueling and lethal mission. He returned to his home only to find it a charnel house, all his family dead except for his youngest sister. Now he's out to find her with the only thing he kept from his old job, a magically enhanced six shooter.
>Equipment: Magic six shooter, pimpin' cowboy hat
>Special Abilities: [Quick hands] - you can unload your six shooter in the blink of an eye!
>Bonus: [I've seen things...] - As a veteran of conflicts against the unimaginable you don't even bat an eyelid when faced with horrors (+5 to rolls when facing the supernatural). Alas, your past exploits haunt your dreams and you can never quite get a good night's sleep - you have a mild dependancy of coffee.
Lost the trail and got sucker punched huh? Recover like they taught you too, acquire target and proceed to perforate them with a plenitude of lead pellets.

>>36986316
>84
"Well, that was an interesting story. You most certainly aren't worthless at all. After all, Chie came back from the dead on her own accord to look after you."

The old woman coughs, and says, "Really?"

Yuki pipes up, "Yes, at the shrine, she tried to escape her box so she could come back to you!"

"She did...?" the old woman mutters. "And here I thought I forced her to come back to life..."
A smile forms on the old woman's face.

"Also, do you have anything else that needs doing?" you ask.

"Noooo... but I do have my savings in a chest over at the closet. Never had children," she breathes. "Probably won't... see tomorrow. Y'all can take them, if you'd like? For being so kind, to a dying old lady..."

Umeko stands up, and takes her fans out. She spins around for a bit, and an uplifting gale forms in the room. Yuki guards her underwear from view with a "Kyaaa!" and the old lady's breathing settles down.

"Ah, it doesn't hurt as much," the old lady thinks to herself. She looks down to her old body. "Hmm, so that's why. Well, better get going!"

She walks through a meadow, and suddenly, something fluffy brushes up against her leg.
"Chichan!" she gasps.
"Mew."
She picks up the cat and hugs it close to her.
Setting it down, she takes off for a river and says, "Race you!"
The cat chases after her.

+13,000 yen (like, $1079.24)

Once the four of you leave the dead lady's house with your payment, you decide to find a place to rest for the night, leaving further adventure for tomorrow.

>64
The four of you find a place to rest in an average inn that costs 500 yen per person, and get separate rooms for the men and women. Umeko asks about her cut of the money, and you tell her you'll all decide it in the morning. She nods, and retires to her room. Yuki smiles and says she looks forward to adventuring together with you tomorrow, before retiring as well.

Kanada places an elbow on your shoulder and presents to you his big bottle of sake.
"Let's have a drink!"

>>36990808
And I'm done for now.

Rolled 76, 49 = 125 (2d100)

>>36990808
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in a holy order amongst the shifting planes, one of the many attempts to bring any sort of stability to the ever changing lands. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage)
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

1. Elias tries to keep in mind that it's very rude to refuse local customs and this seems a great way to bond with Kanada, but he's never had a drink before in his life. Try not to do anything TOO stupid or get TOO drunk. Hopefully Kanada can stop us doing something we regret.

2. Decidedly, we will pool all our money together for use by whatever the group needs, with each member officially having an equal portion they can take out if they want. Make a conscious effort to not end up in anyone else's bed or activate any more cat demons tonight. Tomorrow promises more great adventures, and further tests of my barely existent willpower!
>>36990826
Ain't gonna stop me from posting.

>>36986397

Right, time to enter that cav-

>13
You bash your helmet on the entrance. Fortunately the ceiling is taller inside and you make steady deliberate steps as you descend a rough hewn passageway, lit by the occasional torch mounted on the wall.

>58
You make your way into a larger stone chamber, tall and wide, a central hollow around which rows of walkways are carved into the rock or cobbled together with rickety woodwork. You cross to the stone wall on your level and peer over, down at the floor of the chamber.

Below you make out a huge table, littered with... yes, it seems to be a used for feasting. There are creatures milling aroud, pale and twisted, tapered ears and long spindly fingers that catch and grasp at everything.

The whole place is lit by a series of great stone basins that seem to be filled with oil and lit, sending great plumes of smoke billowing up and presumably causing the draft that rolls over you. You note that there are a series of tunnels that the smoke seems to be passing through, presumably some smoke extraction system to prevent the beings from suffocating themselves.

>>36986732

>17
+- Enemies are all we shall ever be. -+

-+ My logic proceeders have determined that Time can alleviate this. +-

+- Then you are more damaged than I. This hour shall mark the fall of a mighty BISHOP to a PAWN. How humiliating. -+

With that the PAWN chimes a long sonorous note and its bulbous torso begins to move and unfold, plates retracting, a clacking of spinning wheels and the occasional ping of a bolt or rivet as undue stress from age old dirt in fine mechanics takes its toll.

Still, the process spins through to completion and you are faced with a great cannon. The PAWN has also extended a support behind it to stabilise the shot.

Your computational apparatus crunches out a theoretical trajectory and it does not bode well. You begin to initiate the Stop protocol to counter the otherwise inevitable.

>74
A boom echoes out, reaching your auditory apparatus and sending your seismographer scattering. Your Crosier discharges, the clockface on it beginning its countdown to Time Normalisation. Examining it you find you have 1 minute 14 seconds. You briefly consider how your memory observation earlier had shown significantly greater times involved but conclude that this is not the time to monitor the propagation of that chain of thoughts.

After all, there is a shell midflight and you stand in its path.

You recall the nature of interacting with the world during the Stop protocol. You may move and you are capable of moving objects but are unable to affect their motion. In this situation that would allow you to change the location of the shell but not its velocity or momentum. In order to move an object you must impart a force that is proprtional to the object's mass and which grows the further the object is displace from its original position.

In addition objects cannot deteriorate in integrity and any force applied to one will only serve to move it or damage yourself.

>>36986980

You leap up onto the barricade, arm raised high in a fist.

"LEADER OF THE DEMON FORCE! COME AND FIGHT ME!"

>2 (-10 for non-aryan interaction)
A great booming laugh sounds out, deep and throaty. You try to source the sound but it comes from all around, you turn to flicking your eyes back and forth and-

There it is, a great behemoth reared back on its hindquarters like some particularly ugly puppy.

"Aahhhh... You wish to fight the Captain? Ahahahaaa..."

This is pissing you off, not least because that thing is fricking huge and you're armed with a hunting rifle and a kitchen knife. Beating that shit is gonna be a pain.

"YES. I, HANDO, PROUD MEMBER OF THE ARYAN RACE WILL DEFEAT YOU!"

"Oh boy... Look kid, I ain't the captain. I'm one of her Primes, lowest ranking too. You ain't got a chance in Hell. Ahahehhe"

Wait, this guy ain't even the biggest? You focus to keep your rage stable, your nerves steady.

Shit, you're gonna need a helping hand.

You rummage around and pull out a bag of white powder, pulling it to your nose and giving it a good snort.

>27
Aaaahhhh yeahh..... that fucking does it oh FUCK are you on fire now, that demon piece of shit is gonna CRY HOME to its MUMMY.

Oh you are gonna BRING. THE. PAIN.

>>36987078

Right, now there's this disconcerting feeling about being a mannequin without clothes to display. You cast your mind back over the loose odds and ends of spells that you once deigned to half remember...

Ah yes, that one for summoning a suit and some other paraphernalia...

>46
Well it could be worse, you didn't melt. Hell, the suit is even a pretty good fit even if it is made of latex. You unzip the mouth and induce a pair of eyes to appear on the plastic laid bare, ah, vision returns.

Just gotta work out how to move this thing now... Well that tight suit does a good job of holding you together, simply slipping some layers of muscle around the appropriate joints should do the trick...

And there we go, not bad, not bad...

Time to scale this building and find out where in the infinites you are.

>42
As you cross the floor with jerking, hobbling gait you find yourself in a corridor leading left and right. They're identical and without wasting time you pick one at random.

Some time later and you're yet to find the top of the building, or the exit for that matter. You have however stumbled across a courtyard with a single tree growing in it, pebbles lining the ground.

>>36987309
This only sets lepercorns snorting with derision as they pool around you, moving slowly and carefully. It reminds you of a cat bearing down on a mouse...

As they come into the light you can get a better look at their forms, lanky and hunched.

>40
"Oh... We's cahn teach yew girley... But pray tell us first. What is an ELF, even one such as yerself, doin' QUITE so far, from home."

You feel something brush your buttock and spin to see another lepercorn as it skulks past, leering at you.

>52
"I, uh, can't really remember. I keep forgetting things you see..."

"Heghhehhgh, is that so... Well theyn, let us not begrudge yew a dance."

The lepercorn claps his hands twice and the strumming of a lyre starts up. The one you were conversing with stretches out his gnarled hand.

"If yew would be... so... kind..."

Rolled 95, 10 = 105 (2d100)

>>36992607
Aya hardly notices the leering, smiling happily as she takes the Lepercorn's hand "Thank you very much sir!" pulling him close enough that her large breasts were just within kissing distance

"Sorry I have trouble remembering things, hopefully I'll be able to learn properly with someone to teach me now!" Aya's smile brightens as she lets her partner start to lead the dance steps. Her pink little nipples hardening in the cold

Rolled 28, 55 = 83 (2d100)

>>36992607
>>36992280
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it.
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: BRING OUT EVEN MORE RAGE, Suddenly hando was filled with the greatest anger he's ever been filled with, it's almost like the fuherer is boosting his power,
Action 2: Suddenly Hando's muscles started growing even angrier he charges the demon, [Coke rage activated]

>>36988960

>84
Reacting on pure reflexes, motions honed from your years of experience you roll backwards and rise from a crouch, sweeping your leg low to trip up your assailant.

You bring your shooter to your lips and with a burst of breath expel the majority of the sand from it, bring it to bear.

>78
Quick as a flash you unload your shooter, a spray of blood misting the air as your attacker takes the bulk of them to the chest.

What a fool.

You catch your breath and survey the scene. A man dressed in a trenchcoat now lying in a pool of blood that swiftly seeps into the sand. A cactus beside it dripping crimson.

What kinda man ambushes someone in a desert? And how in tarnation did they sneak up on you like that.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>36992688
>Darius Greene
>Male
> 32
>Human
> A veteran of war against demon and other supernatural threats Darius, retired after a particularly grueling and lethal mission. He returned to his home only to find it a charnel house, all his family dead except for his youngest sister. Now he's out to find her with the only thing he kept from his old job, a magically enhanced six shooter.
>Equipment: Magic six shooter, pimpin' cowboy hat
>Special Abilities: [Quick hands] - you can unload your six shooter in the blink of an eye!
>Bonus: [I've seen things...] - As a veteran of conflicts against the unimaginable you don't even bat an eyelid when faced with horrors (+5 to rolls when facing the supernatural). Alas, your past exploits haunt your dreams and you can never quite get a good night's sleep - you have a mild dependancy of coffee.

Odds are he was an illusionist or i league with one, likely a trap for whoever took my sister and killed my family. Check the corpse for anything usable and make sure it's dead, if it lead off with a punch, chances are it's not an easy kill. After Corpse is dealt with reload and see if i can follow the fucking trail.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>36992731
second roll since dice messed up.

Also, sorry to disappoint everyone but I'm in need of sleep again. It's a shame I can't progress things much further but I guess that's how it goes when you try to QM quite so many separate storylines at once.

Anyone can feel free to pick up from here.

>>36992770
Night Ninnius

Rolled 93, 28 = 121 (2d100)

>>36992770
Wonder if Aya will ever learn to dance

>>36992800
She'd just forget it a few seconds later.

Rolled 11, 9 = 20 (2d100)

>>36992820
Forget what again?

>>36992834
Exactly

Rolled 34, 37 = 71 (2d100)

>>36992280
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it.
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: BRING OUT EVEN MORE RAGE, Suddenly hando was filled with the greatest anger he's ever been filled with, it's almost like the fuherer is boosting his power,
Action 2: Suddenly Hando's muscles started growing even angrier he charges the demon, [Coke rage activated]

bumpan

>>36992688
>What kinda man ambushes someone in a desert? And how in tarnation did they sneak up on you like that.
>>36992731
>Odds are he was an illusionist or i league with one, likely a trap for whoever took my sister and killed my family.

Umm, they just kinda made some intentional tracks, backtracked a little, then jumped behind a bush.

bump for trippy futa lewds

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