You have always wanted to be an emperor. That ambition has burned dimly in the past, tempered by reality. Now the opportunity to realise your ambition has arrived and you are determined not to let it slip. Now is the time to build your empire and become an emperor.
Last Thread: You are the mercenary spellblade Saul Waise, in command of a mercenary company that is currently forming an empire and fighting off a vampire-controlled city-state. Last thread you began to march on Darlesia and met your dragon.
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>>44797295 This was hardly the best situation to be dealing with the complexities and impacts of choosing a side in the war between the Magi League and the Royal Seraphi Kingdom. Unfortunately, with one of the League’s up-and-coming hero spellblades on the other side of the sending device and in the very city you wanted to conquer, that might be forced on you.
You rub the bridge of your nose as you digest Rayza’s last words. No vampires? That seemed completely contrary to the report you had just received.
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>>44797306 There’s a long pause in which you stare at the sending device, as if daring Rayza to come back at you. Unless the League wanted to push against you and turn you into an enemy already, then you doubted there would be much opposition. Even if the spellblade was upset you didn’t roll over for her.
“I’ll relay that back to General Mercenie,” Rayza says. The playfulness in her voice from earlier is completely gone and she’s completely professional now, without any nicknames or insults. “I hope that... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/44588581/ Char sheets: Layla http://pastebin.com/AZhZH83v Maria http://pastebin.com/Pz8RjLpu Eli http://pastebin.com/MTKD1usQ Marla http://pastebin.com/xxAh2vEH
"And five missing in action, presumed deceased and risen" Miss stone says calmly and flatly, and almost taunting smirk on her lips as two yellowed fangs peek, a constant reminder of her...condition "And I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that Layla once again survived, despite the odds and causing more damages than the last... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are a parasite, and your song has grown into a duet. The metallic core strums keys of spores, draws against strings of electrical energy and thrums taught drums of living flesh. The puppet dances to melody as the Song subsumes it's entire being. It's thoughts fill the song, crude, brutish animal gibberings. You are...in a building. The basement of someplace with a meaningless name. There are many things here to aid and spread your... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are Tevyr Moongrove, and you’re having a pretty great day.
You’re sitting cross-legged on the bank of a wide, slow river with a makeshift fishing rod in your hands, line cast out. Your tail waves lazily in the air behind you and your eyes are half-closed, enjoying the cool morning air and the calming sound of flowing water, not minding that you haven’t caught anything for the past half hour.
It’s been four years since the discovery of Nexus, and only one year since you arrived along with other hopeful Exile settlers on an aging colony ship. The planet... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Not to say members of your race haven’t adapted to the sudden influx of science, you think to yourself as a sound plays out from within your pocket. You reach in and fetch the ringing comms device, a flat palm-sized tablet-like thing that you managed to scrounge together enough coin to buy last week, and tap the screen.
“Moongrove,” you say absently, the fishing rod swaying in your hand.
“Hi Trails!” Replies a distorted voice, familiar cheeriness shining straight the digital warping effect.
In one smooth motion, you get to your feet, pull the device in your right hand away from you, and wind your arm back. Without pause, you flick your arm forward in a hasty throw and the device sails diagonally upward through the air, tracing a wide arc and landing with a faint ‘plop’ in the slow-flowing surface towards the other end of the river.
Just as it disappears under the water, you hear a soft pinging sound in your ear which you recognise far too well as a connection being made to your comms implant. The one you were pretty damn certain you had disabled a month ago.
“A-gent Tra-ils,” says the same voice in a singsong tone.
[ ] Don’t answer. [ ] Pretend to be someone else. [ ] Give in. There is no escape.
Welcome to The Lost Island Quest. Last thread our hero, Alan Rodain, did diplomacy with two Island civilizations, earned enough money to afford his separation with Rowe, and swapped war stories with her as well. Now, he sits in stunned silence.
>>44796605 >>Console her After all one of the reasons i became the "Red Rider" was of all the anger i had against the empire each imperial soldier i slayed was actually his murderers. This island is a second chance Rowe. For me and for you too,
You’re still sitting on the floor, the large snake in your arms shimmering with green and blue patterns. It tries to wind its way up your arm, tongue flicking in and out as it stares at you. You slowly shift your head back but its gaze follows you. You’re not sure if you’re comfortable with this. Behind you Aashenpreet is dragging Zigzag out from underneath the bed. The diminutive girl is quietly gasping over and over as she struggles to breathe. You silently toss your last antivenom to Aash who stares it with just the barest flicker of distrust before forcing it past Zigzag’s lips. The ragged breathing gives way to a fit of coughing and for a moment you dread that she’s actually going to vomit the brew back out before it can take effect but the coughs die down almost as quickly as they started up. Zigzag shakes her head and looks about the room wildly. “She got me,” she says superfluously. She’s still sopping wet, oozing about in that uniquely unclean way she cultivates.
“We know,” you say. “How are you feeling?”
If she hears you she gives no sign. “She spat at me! In my mouth!” She sounds much more animated than usual but it’s a strangely empty outrage as if she can’t believe it even happened.
“Are you alright?”
“I couldn’t stop her. I wanted to but…” Her eyes finally focus, swivelling back to you. “But you stopped me.”
Oh right, your wish. “Sorry? I’ll do something about it later.”
“I don’t like later.” She tries in vain to shove Aashenpreet away, her outstretched arm failing to budge the vastly stronger constrictor. Aashenpreet backs off anyway however with a look of distaste upon her face. She’s looking at Zigzag but not AT her, focusing on her visage rather than the person herself. 1/2
>>44796114 Ah, of course. Elle had been wearing Zigzag’s shape just before when Aashenpreet had drunk the potion. The priestess grimaces and throws her hands up in an impotent gesture.
“I’m going. If you need me I’ll be in the other room.”
Zigzag doesn’t so much as stand up as she leaves as she just rolls over to you. Her teeth are bared but you both know that that little defiance means nothing. She’s as thoroughly defanged as you can make her. Her eyes twitch to your pack. “I’ve had enough... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Since I fucked up, here's a god damn classic Nation Builder for ya fucks. Fluff? Crunch? Fuck that, ya a nation in a medieval-y world with a medium amount of magic, and ya do ya normal nation shits.
Crunch-wise, you roll 3d100, anything 30 or above is a success of varying degrees, others are failures, a nat1 means ya fucked up, and a nat100 means ya got gud. I'll limit nations to around 10, any extra will be ignored.
Talk shit in the chat, if ya want: https://client01.chat.mibbit.com/?server=irc.Mibbit.Net&channel=%23Nation
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You are a Construct, an autonomous creature built from steel, and given life by ancient magic and modern ingenuity. Unlike most, you have mistakenly achieved sentience, and have received civil rights. You are also a detective with the city police.
Russo is back from her stay in the hospital, fit as a fiddle and rosey cheeked as always. And just her luck, the two of you are assigned a stakeout on her first day back.
The two of you sit alone in a station wagon, parked in the corner of the third floor of a garage overlooking the city street, and more importantly... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Previously >"I am Toku Jubei, Son of Toku Munenori (former Daimyo of Toku Family and current Ruby Champion), nephew of Toku Mitsuyoshi (current daimyo of the Toku), former Topaz Champion and a mendicant shugeyosha of the Emerald Empire of Rokugan." >"I have been invited to Winter Court, a multi-month courtly event that the Emperor himself attends taking place this year in Toshu Ranbo, the Shogun's capitol. I am a bushi and unsuited and unskilled in politics and affairs... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“Rhys!” Jennis D’Leer the Zygerrian scavver addresses you over the holocomms. “Nice to see that y’all and yours are doin’ spiffy! I’m due in Coru-scant in ‘bout a couple hours. Once I’m landed, y’all give me a looksee, alright?”
You nod, smiling to her. “Thanks, Jennis. I’m sorry that I’m making you run around the Galaxy like this.”
“Ah, pish posh!” She waves it off, smirking. “Y’all are basically the only customers I’ve... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Last night, you had a nightmare. You despise nightmares. Not because they’re scary, but because it’s hard enough for you to fall asleep in the first place. Mustering the energy you need for day to day operations is a simple thing, but when you’re tired, you are absolutely tired. Thankfully, for now, it seems you’ve at least got your bearings straight. You look around and see the garage where Misri busily polishes R5’s hull. “Hey, Misri,” you say. “Seen Kuvasz and Vik?”
She looks... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
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