>>34412602
>ARYAN PURITY: Social stat bonuses and steely bombadier's eyes

>>34412602
>>INTELLECT OF THE EAGLE: Your mind charts the path of the 1000-year Reich with ease!

>>34412602
>ARYAN PURITY: Social stat bonuses and steely bombadier's eyes

>>34412602
>INTELLECT OF THE EAGLE: Your mind charts the path of the 1000-year Reich with ease!

>>34412602
>STRENGTH OF THE VOLK: Your muscles bulge with the power of the people unleashed!

>>34412602
>INTELLECT OF THE EAGLE: Your mind charts the path of the 1000-year Reich with ease!

>>34412602
>INTELLECT OF THE EAGLE: Your mind charts the path of the 1000-year Reich with ease!
Take not pride in that which common beasts can surpass you at.

>>34412638
>>34412652
>>34412655

Eagle is winning - I'll give it another few minutes.

>>34412602
>ARYAN PURITY: Social stat bonuses and steely bombadier's eyes
also
get a tripcode you nigger

>>34412602
>STRENGTH OF THE VOLK: Your muscles bulge with the power of the people unleashed!

>>34412602
>>ARYAN PURITY: Social stat bonuses and steely bombadier's eyes
Yes, fur de fuhrer

>ARYAN PURITY: Social stat bonuses and steely bombadier's eyes

>/pol Quest, engage!

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>>34412716

>OH FUCK A TIE. Oh well.
>INTELLECT and ARYAN PURITY OBTAINED!!

You take the uniform and lapel pin, your clever mind racing at the opportunities that are about to open to you, and your steely blue eyes glowing with pride. You stride purposefully out of the NSDAP office. Your house is only a few short blocks away, and your Mutter und Vater will be extremely proud of your commitment to the Partei.

But on the other hand, your best pals Arno and Klaus will be terrible jealous that you signed up first - they have thinking about do so for months, and this surprise will almost surely push them into action.

Plus, you could use some stalwart friends to enter into the HJ with - the three of you together could conquer almost anything, you're sure of it

>Get your Aryan buddies
>Show Mom and Dad your shiny new HJ gear

>>34412602
/pol/ quest pls go

>ARYAN PURITY: Social stat bonuses and steely bombadier's eyes

We ubermensch now.

>>34412767
>Show Mom and Dad your shiny new HJ gear

>>34412767
>Get your Aryan buddies

>>34412767
>WRITE IN: Go act smug near a pack of üntermenschen and slap them around a bit

>>34412767
>Show Mom and Dad your shiny new HJ gear

>>34412835

>feverishly editing post to include filthy Gypsies...

>>34412807
>>34412841

>Mom and Dad is winning, 5 more minutes on vote.

>>34412767
>Get your Aryan buddies

>>34412768
Read the quest thread general.

>>34412767
>Get your Aryan buddies
Schutzstaffeln here we come!

>>34412767
>Get your Aryan buddies

>>34412767
>Get your Aryan buddies

>>34412767
>Show Mom and Dad your shiny new HJ gear

>>34412880

>Come from behind win on Aryan lackeys, don't worry, you'll see Mom and Dad soon enough anyways.

You sprint across the cobblestones of your beloved Munich - as you sprint you can't help but notice some filthy Gypsies have set up a foodstall illegally on the corner of Berg and Gugleheimnieder - cackling with joy, you managed to kick out a leg of the stand as you run past. Turning your head, you see a cascade of fruits and vegetables, most of them partially rotten, spill into the street. The wailing of the Gypsies carries you nearly all the way to the old brick factory - where you know Arno and Klaus will be waiting.

"Brothers, brothers! Look what I've done!!" Your friends duck out of broken windows and leap to the cobblestones to greet you. Klaus is built more like the brick factory behind him, rather than an actual person, and is surprisingly perceptive for someone who looks dumb. Arno is smaller than you, and fights like a tiger, despite his black hair and "questionable" Aryan heritage. Nonetheless, he's been a stalwart ally and his loyalty is true.

In a matter of moments, your uniform and lapel pin have been passed around to your friends.

Arno speaks first, "Klaus, we must join immediately." Klaus opens his mouth for a moment, looks at the victory pin one last time, and says "Normally I would hesitate, but think of what my sister Brunhilda would say. She would be furious. Let's do it."

Arno and Klaus look to you for the last word, as they normally do.

>Encourage them to join immediately
>Tell them to wait until tomorrow, think about it overnight!
>"Ask your parents about these things, they'll know what's best for you."
>feel free to write-in

and

Next action, pick one.

>visit home
>gather your sister from primary school

>>34413030
>Encourage them to join immediately
>gather your sister from primary school

>>34413030
>Tell them to wait until tomorrow, think about it overnight!
But subtly influence them to make them join
>gather sister

>>34413030
>Encourage them to join immediately
>gather your sister from primary school

I like where this is going

>>34413030
>Encourage them to join immediately
>gather your sister from primary school

>>34412602
>Munich's youngest Hitler Jugend
>17 years old

The Hitler Jugend was a paramilitary organization for 14-18 year olds. You might be confusing it for modern political youth parties. It's not really the same thing.

>>34413030
>gather sister.

The Reich is about brotherhood, not parental honor. The old generation doesn't understand aryan values.

>>34413197
it was more like very political boy scouts and segway into Wehrmacht.

>>34413197
Ahahahaha do you even know the purpose of this quest

>>34413197

>I actually meant "newest", but I was writing pretty quickly.

>tell your friends to join now

and

>get sister

wins. Post inbound.

>>34413030
The Fatherland needs it's sons!
>Encourage them to join immediately

We must be a good big brother!
>gather your sister from primary school

>>34413232
What is it? To enjoy kill all Jews?

>>34413030

"You must both join, today if possible. I happen to know that the next HJ exams are scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, so before Freitag you both will be HJ members. Although, Klaus - you're somewhat larger than the average HJ member, your uniform may not be ready by then..."

"Who cares?" Klaus laughs, "I just want the pin and the girls."

Arno cackles and says "Ah, but there is only one girl for me, Klaus - your buxom sister, Brunhilda..." You snort as Klaus attempts to strangle Arno - he's been attempting to sleep with Klaus's sister since he met her 4 years ago, and is oblivious to the fact that she hates him.

"Well, jugend, I must be off. Konstanze should be nearly done at Grundschule. If you run, you can make it to the NSDAP office before they close!" At once, they set off, Klaus at a heavy jog.


You turn around the corner and make your way to your sister's Grundschule - but you hear angry voices in the street ahead of you. You frown and close the distance, where you see a group of young Gypsie men yelling angrily. Suddenly, one of them turns and looks at you.

"That's him! He destroyed Uncle's stall!" The remaining four untermenschen turn to you with scowls. "Let's teach him a lesson, hmm?"

>oh fuck
>turn and run? Discretion and valor and all that
>FISTFIGHT THE UNTERMENSCHEN FOR THE GLORY OF THE REICH

>>34413030
>Encourage them to join immediately

>>34413279

>don't worry, this quest is going to part with reality pretty quickly. Jews probably won't get involved for at least a couple threads, if we get that far.

>>34413300
>FISTFIGHT THE UNTERMENSCHEN FOR THE GLORY OF THE REICH

Beat those brownies.

>>34413300
>STARE ALL OF THEM DOWN

>>34413279
powergaming

>>34413300
>FISTFIGHT THE UNTERMENSCHEN FOR THE GLORY OF THE REICH

>>34413300
>FISTFIGHT THE UNTERMENSCHEN FOR THE GLORY OF THE REICH
Do we carry a knife or something?

>>34413232
Is it to bring glory to the Vaterland, you verdammte marxistischen Schweinehund?

>>34413300
>FISTFIGHT THE UNTERMENSCHEN FOR THE GLORY OF THE REICH

USE OUR INTELLECT

>>34413378
USE YOUR INTELLECT

EVADE HIS BLOWS

>>34413300
>oh fuck
>FISTFIGHT THE UNTERMENSCHEN FOR THE GLORY OF THE REICH

Stare them down, destroy them with INTENSE GAZE OF ARYAN FURY

>>34413300
>FISTFIGHT
>We may lose because we're not huge, but our friends may back us up and no matter what we can spin it that the filthy gypsies started it

>>34413324
>>34413333
>>34413358
>>34413374
>>34413378
>>34413413
>>34413449


You adopt a boxing stance and look at the leader of the group, who has already worked himself into a rabid frenzy.

---INTELLECT FLASH---

You notice that two fat Gypsies in the back are hanging back slightly - perhaps from another family and not willing to fight a glorious Aryan specimen like yourself? At any rate, a good insult will drive the leader into a frenzy and cause him to make mistakes...
----------------------

You look to the Gypsie leader and shout "Come on then you verdammte Schweinhund! Your family is street trash!" His eyes bulge with rage and he charges without a second thought.

FIGHTFIST MECHANICS

>roll a d20 (+2 bonus for general Aryan purity, opponent DC lowered -5 for clever use of insults)
>best of three (because this is PGQ)

>I'll roll a d20 for the crazy Gypsie leader charging you.

swordsmanship when?

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>34413484

Rolled 8 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>34413484

Rolling for Gypsie Leader.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>34413484
FOR THE FATHERLAND

>>34413509

Whoops, that should be a - 5. So his roll is 3, which is fucking terrible.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>34413484

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>34413484
FOR THE REICH

THE FINAL SOLUTION BEGINS NOW

>>34413509
You need to do +-5, I believe.

Dice are borked

>>34413529
>>34413539
So we suck a little less at fighting than this guy?

>>34413300
>>FISTFIGHT THE UNTERMENSCHEN FOR THE GLORY OF THE REICH

>>34413505
>>34413526
>>34413547
>nazi
Also QM really should have looked up the HJ before starting this.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>34413484

Rolled 18 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>34413484

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>>34413505
>>34413509
>>34413526
>>34413539
>>34413547

FUCK

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>34413484

>>34413505
>>34413526
>>34413547

>shit guys

>>34413539

>thank God for you, dude.

The Gypsie leader charges you at full steam, just as you predicted. You panic slightly as he closes the distance rapidly, before remembering that your very soul is of superior quality to this pathetic dog - ferocity is no match for pure strength of character.

The Gypsie suddenly stumbles slightly, just as he attempts to swing at you - time seems to slow down as the wild punch goes over your left shoulder.

You take this opportunity to drive your fist into his gut as hard you can - and he falls to the ground immediately, unable to breath, face red as an apple. He won't be getting up soon, and you take a moment to spit on him in disgust. Meanwhile, his two lanky brothers are quickly approaching, they clearly mean to attack you at the same time - best to dodge them first before attempting to counterattack. The fat cousins in the back of the fight are creeping closer, but they clearly don't want to fight.

>roll a d20+2 for dodge against the Gypsy brothers
>best of three

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>34413628
>>34413547
>>34413505
>>34413526
DEUCE
>>34413638
FUCK GYPSIES

>>34413572

>this is not going to be a historical quest by any means.

Rolled 17 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>34413638

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>34413638

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>34413638

>>34413661
Can we get a giant nazi mech? That'd be awesome

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d20)

>>34413638

Rolling for enemies.

>>34413680

Our roll = 19.

Rolled 10 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>34413638

>>34413638
Didn't need the fourth guy. 2+2 is 4, whereas the gypsy had 3.

>>34413706

The lanky brothers suddenly slow directly on either side. You get the impression that they've never been in a straight fight before, as they seem to be waiting for the other person to make a move first.

Suddenly, you step to the side just the brother of the left attempts to punch, and you easily avoid the blow - you take the opportunity to shove him backwards onto the cobblestones and he knocks himself out on the heavy rocks.

The remaining brother look at you in fear, and you see the fat cousins behind him already running away from the fight.

>do we prosecute with extreme justice
>or let this dog run away?

>>34413756
Spit on him and shove him off. We have a sister to pick up.

>>34413756
>do we prosecute with extreme justice
And break the hands of the other two with bricks, so all know not to dare raise their filthy unwanted hands at the master race. Let them cower back to India from whence they were expelled for their child-raping ways.

>>34413756
>Let his run with his tail in between his legs, we have no need to sully our fists further.

>>34413777
Seconded

>>34413756
>>do we prosecute with extreme justice
Crush his skull under our foot

>>34413777
>>34413781
>>34413787
>>34413797
>>34413801

>shoving him off is currently winning, 5 more minutes

>>34413756
> we prosecute with extreme justice

>>34413756
>do we prosecute with extreme justice
Put 'im down.

>>34413756
>Prosecute with extreme justice

>>34413781
>>34413801
>>34413823
>>34413869
>>34413876

You look with disgust at this man who attempted to lay his hands on you.

"Disgusting." You take two quick steps forward, and time seems to slow once more as you uppercut in the manner that your father showed you: twist torso, drive with feet and knees, punch THROUGH the chin!

The gypsie's eyes roll back in his head and his feet lift clear off the ground, skidding to a stop nearly ten feet away.

>Somewhere in Germany

A well-dressed man sits at an immaculate desk, reading paperwork through a set of tiny spectacles. An assistant enters, and says "Herr Himmler, there is an addendum to Herr Goering's report - here it is.", placing a sheet of paper on the mahogany desk.

"Sir?" the assistant asks, noticing an odd cast in his master's eyes. Himmler seems to shake his head slightly and says "I just had the most curious feeling, Rainer. Almost like hearing a great crowd cheering in the dark. And then it was gone. Peculiar. Thank you for the report, Rainer. That will be all".

>>34413968

You stand in the streets of Munich, and the crowd that parted during the fistfight is beginning to press in again, concerned for this young blonde man.

"You! Boy! What happened here?" Some local constabulary approach.

-----INTELLECT FLASH--------

The officers seem to have a kindly eye, and you recognize one of them, a teacher at your local Gymnasium - perhaps he volunteers afternoons? You don't think you'll have any trouble with these gentlemen.

-----------------------------------

>stay and talk to the constabulary, explain the situation?
>go get your sister and bring her home?

>>34413968
POWER JUGEND

It's okay. We'll only get a slap on the wrist, praise from behind closed doors and the ire of the entire gypsy community for this murder.

>>34414009
>talk to the constabulary, explain the situation?
>explain we were merely on our way to pick up our beloved sister from school when accosted by these subhumans
>go get your sister and bring her home?

>>34414009
>Go get your sister and bring her home.
FUCK THE CONSTABULARY!

>>34414009
>stay and talk to the constabulary, explain the situation?
Turn the Aryan charisma up to 11.

"Herr officer, these street rats tried to mug me in broad daylight! I was forced to defend myself."

>>34414009
>stay and talk to the constabulary, explain the situation?

"This untermensch and his friends tried to attack me, and I responded in my defense. I may have gotten too rough."

>>34414009
>stay and talk to the constabulary, explain the situation?

>>34414009
>Explain the situation

>>34414045
>>34414045
This

>>34414015
>>34414045
>>34414047
>>34414050
>>34414059
>>34414064

"Officers! Over here, please! These young men appeared to have mistaken me for some other person, and I was forced to defend myself...Fortunately, they did not appear to be particularly dangerous." The primary officer introduces himself as Herr Wildebrand, and listens to your story with a slight smile.

"Well, you've certiainly done a number on these foolish men. We can only hope that they learned a lesson in picking a fight with you." He turns stern for a moment and adds, "And Reinhold, please try to stay out of trouble, if you can."

"Yes, sir!" you reply earnestly. "Oh and sir? One last thing - there appeared to be a Gypsy selling food illegally on the corner of Berg and Gugleheimnieder - were you aware?"

"No, I was not, my young friend. Danke for the tip. We shall pay them a visit later today." The Officer smiles and waves you along, as his noble compatriots begin guiding the crowd around the unconscious Gypsies.

The trip to your sister's Grundschule is uneventful, and Konstanze is eager to see you, although you are a tad late. "Let's go home, onii-chan! I'm hungry and Ms. Wahle cooked horrible sausages for lunch today..." She burbles happily as you finally reach your father's manse on the east side of the city.

You pass several servants before finding your father in his study.

"Vater, I have joined the HJ!" He looks up in surprise from his advanced mathematical calculations, before leaping to his feet. "Fantastisch, boy! Let me see you in this uniform!"

In a matter of moments, you are parading around the main hall like a fucking goosestepping Nazi, to the delight of your parents and your younger sister.

>>34414190
>Reinhold
A t, not a d

>>34414190

Finally, you take off your uniform and get ready for dinner. Your family seems to be ecstatic with their choice, and your family is especially pleased to hear that Arno and Klaus are following in your footsteps as soon as possible.

"Now Reinhold," your father begins, "I have been thinking of this day for several years - it is time that the family provides you with a mark of your heritage and status. You have asked for nothing and been a great joy in my life, so I want you to choose a family heirloom, to remember us by."

You choke up momentarily, before thinking over the objects d'art your family holds in their possession

>a pair of officer field goggles owned by the Kaiser Wilhelm himself, in his younger days. This item is of great cultural value, even if it is not particularly useful in the age of radio and television.
>a specialty Luger commissioned by your father, it possesses excellent quality and supports an unusually large magazine.
>skull-head belt. Your father has not explained how or why he obtained this belt, but it nonetheless sits as the centerpiece of his artifact collection.

>choose wisely, mwahahaah

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>34414300
>a specialty Luger commissioned by your father, it possesses excellent quality and supports an unusually large magazine.
pls 20 for all three

>>34414300
>skull-head belt. Your father has not explained how or why he obtained this belt, but it nonetheless sits as the centerpiece of his artifact collection.
We will make father proud!

>>34414300
>a specialty Luger commissioned by your father, it possesses excellent quality and supports an unusually large magazine.

Obsolete shit and not-Masonic shit a shits.

>>34414300
>a specialty Luger commissioned by your father, it possesses excellent quality and supports an unusually large magazine

the gun, always go for the gun

Is there a point to this quest, like I get that we are German and shit but I get the feeling there is some other meaning to it, or is that just me?

>>34414300
>pair of officer field goggles owned by the Kaiser Wilhelm himself, in his younger days. This item is of great cultural value, even if it is not particularly useful in the age of radio and television.

>>34414300
>skull-head belt. Your father has not explained how or why he obtained this belt, but it nonetheless sits as the centerpiece of his artifact collection.

>>34414358

To powergame, obviously.

>>34414300
>>a specialty Luger commissioned by your father, it possesses excellent quality and supports an unusually large magazine.
fuck yeah

>>34414331
>>34414342
>>34414357

Luger is winning, I'll give it a few more minutes.

>>34414300
>>choose wisely, mwahahaah
FUCK YOU YOU AINT A REAL ARYAN

IMA PICK ALL 3

>a pair of officer field goggles owned by the Kaiser Wilhelm himself, in his younger days. This item is of great cultural value, even if it is not particularly useful in the age of radio and television.
>a specialty Luger commissioned by your father, it possesses excellent quality and supports an unusually large magazine.
>skull-head belt. Your father has not explained how or why he obtained this belt, but it nonetheless sits as the centerpiece of his artifact collection.

>>34414384
And I'm guessing that means it's some kind of inside joke?

>>34414300
>>choose wisely, mwahahaah
psh, seconding >>34414406

how else can we powergame?

>>34414358
OP is some noname trying to spite some noname QM he doesn't like, as far as I understood. But it might be fun in the process so let's just watch.

>>34414406
This. We obviously have a longer line of aryan ancestors than our father.

>>34414406
Second.

>>34414406
SECONDING THIS

WE NEVER ASKED FOR A THING, WE CAN BE A BIT GREEDY NOW WHEN WE NEED THE MOST SUPPORT

It's gonna be all ours when the old man croaks anyway

>>34414300
Skull belt.

If we're talking Wilhelm I, Kaiser Wilhelm's goggles. Tradition and the past are important, and there are few greater Germans.

Otherwise, the sick belt.

>>34414406
THIS

WITH THE FURY OF A THOUSAND PROUD ARYAN ANCESTORS

>>34414406
THIS ALL THE WAY, GIVE US ALL THREE YOU LITTLE SHIT

>>34414406
SECONDED!

POWERGAMING TIEM!

>>34414406
FUCK YEAH WE'LL BE THE BEST POWERGAMING HJ EVER

>>34414426
THANK YOU. I'm not saying I haven't enjoyed it so far, I really have.

>>34414406
>>34414421
>>34414430
>>34414432
>>34414438

"Father, would it be too much to ask for all three of these wonderful choices? I couldn't possibly ask to choose."

Your father's face seems to cloud over. "Reinhold, these items are the cultural wealth of our entire family - I couldn't possibly give them all to you."

"Is there no way I could win them from you?" You beg. Your father's eyes, blue just like yours, seem to gleam from the far end of the table. You have seen this gleam before, and it suddenly appears to you that your father must be a very frightening man to those who do not know.

"Reinhold, are you sure that you are making this request of me? I will not give these items to you simply because you ask..." The far end of the room suddenly seems wreathed in darkness, your father's eyes shining brightly behind the shadow. Your mother and sister have gone deathly quiet, and the servants have all seemed to disappear.

>Well, are you guys fucking sure you want this?

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>34414519
GIVE US THE FUCKING ITEMS, DO IT FORCEFULLY

>>34414519
FUCK YEAH

TIME TO POWERGAME BITCHES

>>34414300
>Luger
You've always gotta go for the gun.

>>34414519
Nah. We already inherited shadow powers, it seems. Just take the Skull Belt.

>>34414519
OP, what do you fucking think?

>push shiny button like a true proud aryan

>>34414519
YES.

>>34414519
Go full Aryan and illuminate this room

>>34414519
We will prove the power of our blood is stronk in us, father! Send me on thy quest!

>>34414551
But we can get guns from the army. Bigger guns. Besidees Fuhrer made private gunownership mostly illegal. WWHD?

>>34414519

No, the strength of the volk lies in obedience of authority figures, we shall not challenge father

>>34414519
seconding >>34414573 & >>34414574

>>34414581
>WWHD?
get his own guns duh

>>34414519
CHALLENGE HIM TO AN ARYAN-OFF. LETS SHOW OUR VATER JUST HOW ARYAN WE ARE.

>>34414573
>Go full Aryan and illuminate this room
Fucking this.

OP you really can't expect us to not go for it, we are a proud powergaming aryan after all.

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>>34414587
We can do this.

WE CAN OUTARYAN HIM

>>34414
Challenge the old man to a game of his choosing!

>>34414573
Second

>>34414519
ACTIVATE IT

WE WOLFENSTEIN NOW

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>>34414519

"Father, let me earn these trophies from you! I am a man of the Partei! Let me prove my worth to you!"

Moments pass, and in the shadowy gloom, you begin to hear a deep laughter.

"My boy - you have not chosen wisely. Let us see what kind of man you are!" Suddenly, your father claps for his servants once, twice - three times.

You have never heard your father clap three times in all your life. You are suddenly afraid.

At once, servants in gray appear from every possible doorway, whisking your mother and sister away, all the plates and food, even the majestic dinner table in the dining hall is somehow removed through a secret hatch.

In a matter of moments, the dining hall is empty, and the fireplaces on either side have been stoked into roaring flame. The hunting tapestries on either wall seem to ripple in the light.

Finally, the head servant, Durer, appears - with two swords. He gives one to you, and hands over the much more ornate sword to your father, who has already disrobed. Your father smoothly adopts a defensive posture.

"Come then, boy. Let us see how well you have practiced." He doesn't seem to know you've never held a sword before.

How do you approach?

>your dad in the pic

>controlled advanced
>wildly aggressive and unpredictable
>slowly and cautiously pace forwards, watching your father's face for clues.

>>34414732
>GO SUPER ARYAN

>>34414732
Controlled Advance, we can't go too aggressive but we don't want our father thinking we're a dirty cowardly subhuman

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>>34414732

>my current emotional read out

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>34414732
>slowly and cautiously pace forwards, watching your father's face for clues.

You're gonna go far, kid.

>>34414732
Holy shit does he have nanomachines

>>34414732
>>controlled advanced

>>34414768
fuck you we did, we couldn't live with ourselves if we didn't

>>34414732
>slowly and cautiously pace forwards, watching your father's face for clues.

lets use that intellect

>>34414732
>Wildly aggressive and unpredictable
Catch him of guard and attempt to disarm him

>>34414732
>slowly and cautiously pace forwards, watching your father's face for clues.

>>34414732
>>slowly and cautiously pace forwards, watching your father's face for clues.

intellect time

POWERGAMING HO

>>34414768
now I'm imagining this going like that duel, you know the one, don't be like that OP, your better then that

Controled advance, cant be cowards, cant be bold

>>34414732
>slowly and cautiously pace forwards, watching your father's face for clues.

DO A CONTROLED AVANCE WHILE WATCHING HIS FACE FOR CLUES AND BEING UNPREDICTABLE.
THOS IS HOW MUCH WE POWERGAME

>>34414519
>Reinhold
>d

WHERE IS REINHOLT

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM?

>>34414774
>>34414783
>>34414801
>>34414807

Slowly is currently winning if I'm counting right. 5 more minutes.

>>34414836
>>34414807
>>34414801
>>34414783
>>34414774
Cowards the lot of you. You bring shame to your bloodline

>>34414768
We heard you loud and clear. But we chose Aryan daring over Jewish trift.

>>34414732
>NANOMACHINES, SON

>>34414732
>controlled advanced
>wildly aggressive and unpredictable
Just like the "Odin" character from History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi.

>>34414850
FUCKING THIS

>>34414768
We're powergaming

>>34414850
The only real option. Yall pussies, picking all 3 is what got us in this, it should also be what will get us out.

>>34414732

>>34414807 here
changing to seconding >>34414850

>>34414850
FUCKING THIS
WE'RE AN INTELLECTUAL ARYAN

>>34414850
This!

>>34414850
THIS THIS THIS

WE SHALL POWERGAME WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND FURNACES POWERING OUR MIGHT

>>34414850
So much this

>>34414850
LIKE ANY TRUE PROUD ARYAN

WE SHALL POWERGAME

>>34414850

Alright, I guess.

Roll a d20+2, minus -6 points for mentally juggling.

I didn't say that powergaming would be easy, suckahs.

Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>34414967

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>34414967
FUCK YOUR DICE SON

>>34414984
Aw yeah we powewrgame now fuckas

>>34414984
>>34414995

Hmm.

>throwing my notes into the fire

Rolled 18 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>34414967

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>34414967
POWERGAMING HO

>>34414984
FUCK YES

>>34414995
WHAT

Rolled 3 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>34414967
>>34414984
Pimpin' ain't easy, but we're just that good

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>>34414984
FUCK

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>34414967

>>34414984
>>34414995
I.....what

Rolled 7 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

let's do it

Rolled 3 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>34415008
You should have learned Speer, no notes can withstand TRUE ARYAN POWERGAMING MIGHT

>>34414984
ARYAN POWER IS STRONG IN THIS ONE

>>34414984
>>34414995
>>34415009

>alright, I think I know how to handle this
>writing

>>34414967
Minus -6 points? So that means we gain 6 points, performing better while mentally juggling as it exercises our superior intellect!

>>34415053
It had better be as magnificent as the dawnrise over new Berlin and the Fuhrer's glorious Reich

>>34414967
DOUBLE NEGATIVE

+8 BONUS

POWERGAMING

>>34414967

You carefully adopt your father's defensive stance flawlessly, shifting your balance from foot to foot with extreme grace

-------INTELLECT FLASH----------

An emotion flickers across your father's face - surprise. He was bullshitting you earlier, he knows quite well that you don't know swordplay in the slightest bit - nonetheless, your instant adoption of his fighting stance has revealed an incredible natural gift for swordplay - perhaps something he was not counting on. Mentally, he is on the defensive.

------------------------------------------------------

>nat 20

You wait a few moments further, before unpredictably charging forwards at full speed, whipping your training sword in all directions and screaming at the top of your lungs.

Your father's face is stone.

You quickly clear the halfway point and suddenly cut left to the wall tapestries that I luckily described early - and expertly, you slice a thick strip of heavy run free as you run.

Your father's eyes widen as this blatant destruction of Kraftbohrer history, but only has a moment before you hurl the fabric at him as a distraction - a split second later, you reach him and cut low across his legs, hoping to score a hit.

> nat 1

Your father, with incredible speed, slashes through the heavy tapestry - with curls around him and slams into the wall. His blade meets yours to deflect the blow, and your blade twirls lazily through the air above you.

>18

Your father clearly means to catch your blade and perhaps behead you with both swords at the same time - but his sword is angled away from you, cocky in his victory already.

You punch your father in the throat, who stumbles backwards, off-balance, and catch your sword out of the air.

>>34415214

Deine Vater clears his throat a few times, and smiles.

"A talent for improvisation. Very good, Reinhold. I am pleasantly surprised. But this farce must be put to an end now. Perhaps a beating will set you straight." Arcs of golden Aryan force begin to ripple along his blade, and his eyes glow brightly. "Defend yourself!"

>OH FUCK
>ROLL a D20 to defend against your huge dad!

>>34415214
I hope we just give him a really nice scar to show him what his proud son is capable of, and that we can go on ARYAN POWERGAMING adventures together with him

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>34415255

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>34415255
EAT SHIT, DAD

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>34415255

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>34415255
STANDING HERE

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>34415255

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>34415255

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>>34415255

>pic related, it's your fucking dad

>>34415268
Aww yis

>>34415268
>>34415277


we're gonna end up killing him at this rate

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>34415268
>>34415277
FUCK YEAH

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>34415255
>Look for something to use to our advantage so we can exercise our intellect for minus -6 points!

>>34415305
All the easiest to inherit his shit with.

>>34415305
Nah, anon, we're just gonna give him a good beating to show him how ARYAN and POWERGAMING we are.

>>34415315
GET OUT OF HERE SUB HUMAN SCUM

>>34415315
That sounds like something a jew would say

>>34415315
What are you? A jew?

QUICK MY FELLOW ARYANS, APPREHEND HIM AND DELIVER HIM TO AUTHORITIES

>>34415315
Jew detected! We must strike this subhuman down

>>34415315
You stink of jew, here, use my shower....

>>34415315
Hey Hey Hey, we aren't here to jew our father out of his stuff!

its just that he is no longer the Man of the family, we have and will again prove ourselves worthy not only of the Kraftbohrer legacy, but to be a productive and glorious member of the Jugend.
>>34415337

Shine on, glorious beacon of the Aryan way~!

>>34415268
>>34415276
>>34415277

>haha awesome.

Your father's feet barely touch the floor as he charges, energy radiating from body in fiery waves.

You might his first strike, and incredibly, you manage to turn the blade away from you with a deft twist of your sword. The blow crashes down to your right and huge slash opens in the magnificant oak flooring. Your father frees the blade at once and nearly takes your head off with a lopsided swing - you duck underneath at the last second, off-balance, and dodge-roll away to gain some distance. Your fathers screams in very potent rage, and finally HURLS his sword at you, directly at your heart.

You have a split second to react!

>do you dodge?
>knock the blade from the air and attack your father?
>try to catch the sword with your other hand and go Aryan Blendermode on pops? (nat 20 required for this one, fair warning)

>>34415429
>knock the blade from the air and attack your father?

>>34415429
>>knock the blade from the air and attack your father?

>>34415385
>>34415387
>>34415405
>>34415420
>>34415424
Behold, /tg/, in-character.

>>34415429
Our father has disarmed himself dodge the blade and claim victory, forcefully if we must.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>34415429
>try to catch the sword with your other hand and go Aryan Blendermode on pops? (nat 20 required for this one, fair warning)
I'M A PURE ARYAN, MOTHERFUCKER

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>>34415429

>all dese typos

Sorry yall.

>pic related is your dad after tossing the sword

WE DPDGE, KNOCK THE BLADE FROM HIS HAND, CATCH IT MIDAIR AND ATTACK HIM WITH BOTH SWORDS

I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND JUST HOW ARYAN WE ARE

>>34415429
>>knock the blade from the air and hold our sword to his throat
Come now Vater, have we not proven ourselves, our Aryan blood, worthy?

>>34415429
>knock the blade from the air and attack your father?

>>34415429
>>knock the blade from the air and attack your father?

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>34415475
Fuck yeah.

>>34415429
>Knock the blade from the air and attack your father

Rolled 19 (1d21)

>>34415475
Rolling for this

>>34415452
>>34415457
>>34415475

>>34415481
>>34415482
>>34415490

Knock blade from air is winning. A successful opposed attack will cause your dad to chill out and you'll win.

Okay, I gotta say, the protagonist's name in this quest is probably the funniest thing I've read today.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>34415518
ARYAN MIGHT, POWERGAMING RIGHT, HEED MY CALL FASCIST REICH!

This quest is fucking great. I hope it's not a oneshot.

>>34415518
NUCLEAR SLAMDUNK

We're already a better swordsman than PGQ Reinhold

>>34415546
So do I anon, this is fucking fun as balls and refreshing.

I do hope OP just continues with the rollercoaster of awesome and keeps this quest going.

Man I'm fucking salivating at the thought of Reinholt Und Vater's continued ARYAN POWERGAMING adventures.

>>34415518
I'M FUCKING INVINCIBLE

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>34415518
>Aryan Blender Mode!

Rolled 47 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>34415518

Alright, I don't see any strong opposition here.

Roll a d20, everyone.

I'm rolling for your dad. Yes, those numbers are correct, but don't worry, he's your dad, he's not trying to actually kill you.

Victory is ours.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>34415593

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>34415518

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>34415593

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>34415593

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>34415518
Rollin

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>34415593
Let us defeat him, prove our worth, our bloods worth, and sit down with him and celebrate with Schnaps and Schnitzel

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>>34415613
BASED. FUCKING BASED ARYAN GOD

>>34415613
TRULY, WE ARE THE MASTER ARYAN

>>34415613
Noice

ANOTHER D20????

FINE, I HOPE YOU CAN HOLD ALL THESE 20s

>>34415613
this is my roll
>mfw I'm a russian juden in this ridiculous thread

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>34415613
FUCK YES

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>>34415609
>>34415612
>>34415613

>dat nat 20

>>34415593
isn't he now OP? 'cause if i remember earlier you said he tosses his blade aiming for Reinholt's heart.

Even if we lose this little Skirmish, i say we point out his un-aryan like behaviour in that he would try and strike down such a glorious case of Ubermensch as yourself

Rolled 18 (1d20)

TAKE THIS DAD

>>34415635
Fellow anon, it matters not where you come from, or what your are, in this moment, now, with us, together, we are all Aryan.

>>34415644
>these doom pauls
Magical Buoy Quest continues when?

>>34415645
Nonsense, a true Aryan doesn't ask his opponent to hold back. Our father honors us with his full strength.

>>34415667
You know... I think it actually might be SM. The prose is a little bit familiar.

>>34415668
This, only jews try to save courage, true aryans go all out

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>34415593

>>34415705
You motherfucker

>>34415668
>>34415704

i-i'm sorry Men, i have failed you.

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>>34415705
IT NEVER ENDS

>>34415705
FUCK ME IN THE ASS AND CALL ME NANCY, THE FURHER BLESSED OUR DICE TODAY

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>>34415613
>>34415705

>>34415644

>nat 20

Time seems to slow once more, as your father's blade seems to churn through the air.

Suddenly, a great calm washes over you - the sensation of all things serving a greater purpose, that God Almighty himself has ceased his unending duties for just a moment, to watch this single room from On High, and what he sees pleases him greatly. Your bloodline's power seems to explode through your muscles and tendons, and you are simply fucking brimming with power.

And as the blade seems to twirl towards you, centimeter by centimeter, you notice a small chip in the center of the blade, almost invisible.

You take your blade, and turn it sideways, and wait.

And you strike with incredible force along the chip - and your father's sword shatters into hundreds of fragments, blowing outwards like tiny stars in the firelight.

You hold your sword out to your father, who looks honestly shocked, and say.

"I have proven my worth, Vater."

Your father seems to shrink slightly, before a wide grin spreads over his face.

"My boy, you have made me extremely proud. Take what you will from the family's treasure room. I have no doubt that you will use it well. Our family...our family has never seen a warrior like you, Reinhold. You may be the greatest swordsman of the bloodline yet."

You look down at your training sword - still glowing, it seems, with the power of your blood.

You look up and your father is embracing you!

"My boy! You will do such great things!" He laughs once more then claps twice - servants begin at once to repair the damage caused to the great hall.

"Now, we have had quite the night - I suggest you go to bed early, and I'll see you at breakfast." You turn to leave to your room, and your father calls out, "Reinhold! Please return the sword to Durer before you go to bed!"

>give back the sword to Durer
>go to your room and keep the sword

>>34415830
>go to your room and keep the sword
KEEP EVERYTHING, POWERGAME EVERYTHING.

>>34415830
>>give back the sword to Durer

>>34415667
>>34415688

I'm extremely flattered but I'm not SM.

I did really like Shadow Quest though.

>>34415830
>>go to your room and keep the sword
WHAT'S OURS IS OURS

>>34415830
>give back the sword to Durer
We shall take it up when we need it again.

>>34415830
VATER SAID NOTHING ABOUT RETURNING THE SWORD. HE KNOWS WE WILL NEED IT!

>>34415830
>>give back the sword to Durer
we shall let the sword rest, it has earned it, but in time, we shall pick it up again

>>34415705
WE ARE THE SUPER-DUPER MEN

>>34415830
>give back the sword to Durer

>>34415830
>give back the sword to Durer
Greed is not the way of the Aryan. We have plenty for now.

>>34415830
Keep the sword and remember this day!

>>34415830
>shattered his sword
I see what you did there

>>34415830
>return the sword to Durer
Because Vati requested politely. But make sure that at least a Jagdmesser is available in our room.

>>34415896
I don't. Please enlighten.

>>34415845
>>34415859
>>34415874
>>34415884
>>34415885
>>34415897

Give back the sword is winning, I'll give it about 5 more minutes.

RETURN THE SWORD. LYING TO STACK MATERIAL POSSESIONS IS SUCH A JEW THING TO DO

>give back the sword

This is a mere training sword. We will wield an ancient sword more appropriate for our bloodline if we need one.

>>34415830
Give durer the broken sword, keep the training one for yourself.

True aryans dont steal from their family, return the sword and go to the family treasure room to gather our n possesions.

>>34415941
This

>>34415941
nay anon, the sword shall rest and be well cared for for now, but one day soon, we shall call upon it, our blood shall call upon it, and we shall take it up once again, for our blood, for our vater, for thevaterland and for fuhrer and in fire and brimstone we shall forge it into legend and myth

but now, we shall let the sword rest as it has well earned it

>>34415830
give back

THIS QUEST IS THE FINAL SOLUTION IN POWERGAMING

Today, /tg/ makes history.

We had exact orders from our father, whom granted us three amazing gifts. Let us not disrespect his request.

Return the sword

>>34415978
I can't wait until we learn teutonic occult magic

>>34415968
This, well said Aryananon

I want a sword blessed in the fuhrers blood. So he'll always watch over us in battle.

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>>34415920

>give back the training sword wins

When your father asks you to do something, you respect it. You walk towards the main entrance hall of the mansion, where Durer's office is kept, your heart still racing from the swordfight.

As your approach though, you hear voices in the main hall - peculiar to have visitors in the building after dinner. You quicken your step to find Durer in talks with a group of extremely well dressed men - Schutzstaffel, by the looks of it.

Durer hears your footsteps behind him, and cheerfully exclaims, "Ah! Here is the young master, Lieutenant!" and then to you, says "Herr Ulfhart has a telegramm for you, young Master - very high priority". Durer winks knowingly and then makes himself scarce, like most expert servants know how to do.

The Lieutenant looks at you, and then at your sword in slight confusion, before handing the telegramm over.

"Here, young master. I cannot leave until you have read this message." He stands at attention while you open the message.

>>34416027
we shall have such a thing anon, but only with hard work, sweat and aryan blood, we shall see our training sword transformed into the blade of the reich annointed in the fuhrers blood in time

>>34416035
Plot ahoy!

>>34416035
This better be Adolf declaring us the new Führer and admitting his unworthiness to hold this position in the light of our pureness.

>>34416035

"Young Master Kraftbohrer,

It has come to my attention that you have recently joined the Munchen division of the Hitler Jugend - I congratulate you wholeheartedly on behalf of the Reich and the head offices of the NSDAP on your excellent judgment. It is a pleasure to see young men of high Aryan birth choose to serve our great Reich, and I can only hope that you have served as inspiration for many of your friends of a similar age.

It should please you to know that you have scored within the 99th percentile across three categories of the Hitler Jugend aptitude test (mathematics, history, reading comprehension), and in the 97th percentile in history and racial theory. These tests score reflect a powerful intellect, and one we would like to examine in more detail.

This telegramm serves as a formal invitation to the Schutzstaffel Officer Training program based in Berlin - graduates of this program often achieve prestigious postings in military command, institutions of higher learning, and within the Partei, can serve as adjustants to the Fuhrer himself. There is no higher honor for a young man such as yourself to be invited.

As such, we have already arranged for your travel to Berlin by train, tomorrow morning at 11:00am. Please present your identification and this telegram to the conductors on said train - no payment or luggage is required. One small bag of personal effects will be allowed.

It will be a pleasure to make your acquantaince,
Heinrich Himmler

>>34416191

>listing history twice

Shit.

Also this is magical Nazi school, if you fuckers had any doubt.

>>34416191
We must tell Vater immediately.

>>34416212
How do we get Strength of the Volk?

>>34416191
>>34416212
fuck yeah, let's return our sword to Durer's care and pick up our family treasures, then go and tell Muter und Vater and celebrate before getting a big sleep

Why the fuck did Sister dearest call us "Onii-chan"?

>>34416244
We workout and do strength training to let our pure Aryan muscles come forth.

>>34416212
>listing history twice
Uh no you didn't. Obviously "history" is different from "history and racial theory". Why else would it have a different name?

>>34416275

I'm surprised you're the first person to comment on it.

>>34416275
Because she is dear sister anon

>>34416275
This. We should report her to the authorities for using such filthy, scandalous language.

>>34416286
I saw it, but dismissed it as her just being our loving dear sister.

This quest is hilarious

>>34416275
1. this is not a serious quest
2. Werent the Nips made honorary Aryans?

>>34416244

It's a pretty minor physical bonus, don't worry about it. You'll have access to much stronger shit later on.

>>34416212
"Magical nazi school"
aaaahh shit, we got adolf dumbledore teaching us occult magicks and shiet

I want Reinholt's dad to be my dad.

Because mine's dead.

>>34416275
Because she's a superior Japanese imouto, folded one million times.

>>34416301
You would attempt to harm our dear sister because she displays affection and pride towards her brother?

GET OUT OF HERE JEW

>>34416324
>Jewing us out of glorious Aryan bonuses

If I give you a shekel will you give it to us?

>>34416275
OP is clearly parodying quests?

>>34416319
Not in 1934, by that time they were still filthy subhumans and the chinese were the great idiot savants of asia.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>34416325
20 and it's canon.

We must gather our treasures and post a guard outside our room while we sleep. The untermensch may seek revenge.