>>37016717

Alriiighty. This is going to be a curious one, not quite sure how in gods name I'm gonna write this. I think it'd be best if noone else filled in for me when I'm absent so that I can retain all details and planned things together.

Fair warning, what I have in mind for this may well not be what you want from it Lorenth.

With that said let's go over the chargen. I'm going to let you have practically all of it. The manner with which I like to QM Kabbalah and GM this is to have no boundaries with which to constrict the players since in a setting as ridiculous as this we should have no need for them. This results in underage necrophilia among other things.

What I'd need to amend is a bit of fluff here and there such that it fits into the Kabbalah setting.

Firstly "We awoke finally to the world only to see it filled with decrepit scum calling themselves knights!". Basically, you won't wake to see people calling themselves knights since it's the modern day rather than the medieval ages. The location I have in mind does not contain many self-proclaimed knights, though there will be champions of whatever dotted around.

Secondly, the scythe of passion. I'm not yet sure how I will handle it. You've written that it can cut anything and that this spreads beyond the physical to the conceptual, and as an example said that it can destroy the concept of death. What does this entail precisely? People no longer comprehend the notion of death? Death itself is no longer possible? That aside, I believe you describe is as a 'moon shaped sword' which somewhat contradicts the term 'scythe'. Is it sickle rather than a scythe then?

>(Cont.)

>>37029586

Thirdly, the capacity to control or manipulate. What do you consider to happen were you attempt to use this on a being that is more powerful than you?

Lastly, dice rolls may well not be very relevant for this. I imagine there will be situations where the element of chance should have little deciding factor on the outcome. You are free to roll for each action but I will let you know if your crit success was not enough or if your crit fail was still too successful.

That aside, don't forget to list your gender though I beleive you've referred to Lorenth as a 'he' and pick a name for your god.

I won't be able to give you any updates for a few days but I felt it would be best to address this sooner rather than later so as not to keep you waiting on a verdict.

>>37023462

I was too but you succeeded in rolling to seduce, hahah. Just checking that you are after a story.

>19
It quickly becomes apparent quite how poorly the clothes you'd grabbed fit. The skirt was clearly made for someone with far less bottom and it makes moving your legs in an attempt to walk really rather difficult. The constriction of your ribcage proffered by the shirt you pulled on does nothing to help matters.

Curiously, none of Maynooth's street-borne residents seem to pay you any mind as you teeter over the cobbles. You watch them as the drift on by, a shock of flaming hair interspersed occasionally by brown or blond.

Are those redheads really all like Niamh? All devoid of soul, reliant on the consumption of others' to get by?

Shaking your head you cast your thoughts to your own identity - something that remains a bigger mystery than those gingers' existences.

>20
You tick through a mental checklist of all you know about yourself. You're an elf, the permanent presence of pointy ears affirms that. You idly wonder whether you'd still think you were an elf if they were to become human in shape through some means...

Anyway, next think you are certain of is your name - Aya. Perhaps you had a surname once, perhaps Aya IS your surname, it's hard to say but you're confident that your name is Aya all the same.

After that... things are a bit more vague. You recall recent events for the most part, like that business with the lepercorns and your meeting with Niamh. You're not sure how you actually ended up in this town but it's obvious that you don't really belong here, no elves in sight nor sign they lurk nearby. Back to Niamh though... You can't really remember all of that time you spent at her place yesterday. She'd tried to consume your soul but after that things are hazy and you can't think for the life of you what it was that stopped her. Perhaps it was your winning personality?

>(Cont.)

>>37029624

As you run out of thoughts to contemplate your attention snaps back to your surroundings and you realise you truly are lost. Some street somewhere or something... And your legs are acheing...

You sidle over and sit down against a wall, out of the way of the bustle, closing your eyes and resting your head back. If only you could remember who you were...

---

"Oh that's where yew were!" exclaims a familiar voice. "Aye've been lookin' fer yew all over, yew jest dashed out before Aye knew it."

You tilt your head to see Niamh standing over you, relief flooding her freckled face.

"And jest lookit yew, dressed all like that, yew'll catch yer death of cold if'n yew stay. Come on, let's get back ter mine..."

She reaches down and starts hauling you to your feet. You wearily oblige and rise, hobbling back with her assistance.

---

Having returned to her place you'd been stripped and plonked in a metal tub before the fire, warm water surrounding you. Niamh had busily begun scrubbing you down, making the odd comment about how filthy this or that part of you had gotten. You dimly recall having woken up on the bare earth.

Having finished that she'd prodded you into eating some soup, a thick mixture filled with barley and chopped vegetables, before whisking your upstairs and shoving your still naked being into the bed. She quickly undressed and squeezed in too, pressing tightly against you as you cram into the single bed.

The quilt is thick and warm and you feel the worries of the day ebbing away as she softly holds you.

"Yew can tell me what's botherin' yew, yer know." Niamh murmurs, "Aye'm not sure Aye'm particularly good fer advice but Aye can listen as good as anyone."

>>37023852

You decide to try and find out more about this criminal simply due to the fact that like your assailant he carries a pack of cards. It's a bit of a long shot but you've known stranger links. As far as you can tell the picture of the man that the paper displays doesn't resemble your attacker but you neglected to take that photograph with you so you can't be certain.

Still, you have that pack of tattered playing cards. You fish them out and idly flick through them, musing that they might be a rare style, supposin' they were the same as those that criminal carries...

You look around you and your eye falls on a pawn shop. Who better to ask than a man that sees it all? You cross the street and enter, the pudgy shop owner swooping over to greet you. You show him the cards and ask whether there is anything special about them.

>39
Unfortunately it turns out that they're one of a few commonly used decks, moderate quality and nothing pricy. Ah well, in hindsight you felt you were clutching at straws somewhat...

Still, you need to find a place for the night. Preferably somewhere safe. Somewhere you aren't liable to wake up to a man with a knife on your throat.

>49
The pawn shop owner gives you a couple of recommendations and you check them out. Only two look halfway decent, by which you mean structurally integral, and one's slightly more expensive than the other.

The Proud Pigeon: $20 for the night.
Edwardo's Inn: $25 but you get breakfast. Not that you hold much hope in its edibility for that price.

And with that I must leave you all for a few days. Toodles.

>>37029688
Don't worry y'all, I'll be taking over. Right after I walk my dogs!

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Rolled 73, 11 = 84 (2d100)

>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), 8,500 Yen
>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'm probably gonna have to go in about an hour, so there's that. I'll be here tomorrow.


1. Continue to follow the tracks, keeping note of where we are so we can quickly come back after investigating whoever made them.

2. Build more chaste relationships with Umeko and Yuki in particular, since I already think we're pretty good friends with Kanada. We really should get to know Umeko better, and learn more about Yuki as well.

>>37029766
Having two GMs a best.

>>37029905
Yeah well, fuck you too dice gods.

>>37029766
Sweet, thanks man. Just a heads up if you missed me saying it last thread:
I had plans for Elias too. Elias? Don't follow this link, it's potential spoilers if Orodnon/13lack Cat uses it: http://hastebin.com/raw/pukufavogi

Plans for Darius (again don't read if you don't want spoilers): http://hastebin.com/raw/iwulevitet

Plans for Hando (More spoilers): http://hastebin.com/raw/kivetazoha

Okay, I need to get in the rhythm of things. Can someone link me all the actions that are up to bat?

>>37030130
Other plans, though markedly less developed. Still spoilery.

- Romulus: http://hastebin.com/raw/aquqifocuk
- BISHOP: http://hastebin.com/raw/ufojiwehoc
- Aya: http://hastebin.com/raw/oqojujujum

Rolled 43, 72 = 115 (2d100)

>>37029577
>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: GOGOOGGOGOGOOGOG CRUSH HIM
Action 2: FUCKING JUMP SKYHIGH

Goddddd i want to read that hastebin
but i'm not gonna

>>37029905
>73
After taking a long, sweeping glance over the surrounding area to familiarize yourself with the village, you follow the tracks, inspecting them yourself. They seem to be just made from shoes that upturn the Earth. Whatever the case, Yuki is spooked, and Kanada is grinning at her reaction. You suspect that the earlier mention of a "Kumo" was just a fib.

Wanting to bond with your companions some more, you ask Umeko for her story.

>11
"Forgive me, but that's none of your concern," she says, spreading a fan in front of her face as she looks to the road ahead.

You shrug, and match paces with Yuki.
"So, Kanada, just what is a Kumo, anyway?" you ask, feigning seriousness.

He grins at you, and an instant later his expression matches your own. "Oh, they're very dangerous creatures. They're like humans, but they have the fangs, venom, and nature of a spider! They can even pull webs out of their ass and trap you in them!"

Yuki makes a gagging face at that.

"I knew a guy who was half-kumo. He was like me, and pretty good at his job. Could climb walls like it was nobody's business, and swing from a web. He said his mother got raped by a Kumo once, so that's how he got his stuff."

"R-raped?" Yuki stammers.

"Yeah, for months, I heard. We should be careful the same doesn't happen to us, yeah?" Kanada laughs as Yuki looks like she ate something weird for breakfast.

"U-umm, I've gotta go!" Yuki says as she runs up ahead of y'all. Kanada laughs his ass off at this, while you give him a stern look of disapproval. Even still, you chuckle a bit. Umeko looks at you two and shakes her head in disbelief, fanning herself all the while.

Yuki runs up behind a tree and a "HRRRKK" can be heard, as well as a yelp. Well, what to talk about now?

"Hey, have you heard of the Church of Baby Jesus and Latter Day Sain-" you start, before Yuki runs out from behind the tree, being chased by someone!

"YOU BITCH! LOOK'IT MAH HELMET!" they roar. holding up a sword with two hands.

Rolled 20, 53 = 73 (2d100)

>>37029666
>>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, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),977$,,tattered playing cards
>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.

Take the pigeon inn, jury rig up a makeshift alarm for the night. Then when tomorrow comes look for leads. Finding my sister is top priority, killing the assholes who did this is also on the list.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScR3V4lskPo

>>37031148
You finally get up to the top of the demon's head, and raise your leg like you're Yujiro Hanma from Baki. You bring it down with all the speed and strength you can muster, and your foot digs into the demon's scalp.

>43
Some blood comes out of the wound you just made, but it's nothing serious. Ugh, it's getting on your shoe! And AAAAUUGGGHH, you forgot about the bullet in your leg!

"Worthless gnat!" the demon bellows as he raises a massive, clawed hand up into the air.

You place your hands on your leg and flex some, shooting the bullet out of your leg. Coke works wonders sometimes! Seeing the demon's hand coming down to squash you, you decide to jump for it!

>73
The bullet must still be affecting your leg somewhat, because instead of jumping horizontal-wise, you went and jumped vertical-like. You drift up and up into the air. You look down to see the demon roaring at you.

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Rolled 90, 64 = 154 (2d100)

>>37032279
>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. Elias is about 5'11, and has pale but healthy-looking skin, deep blue eyes, and shining, short blonde hair with just the tiniest hints of stubble. He's more lean than anything, but fit and muscled from years of training.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage), 8,500 Yen
>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.

>laughing at rape jokes
raw unchivalrous
Added in a physical description because why not. Most likely my last post tonight.

1. Quickly sprint over to the situation and get in a defensive position, to block any strikes this masked stranger makes!

2. Try and speak to this person in the calmest voice we can manage while blocking, asking who they are and why they're attacking my friends, and try to get them to calm down a little and lower their weapon if we can.

>>37032852
It was more laughing at Yuki's queasiness at such tales. Elias doesn't think they're very funny.

Rolled 46, 33 = 79 (2d100)

>>37032739
>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: LAND ON HIS EYE AND STAB THE SHIT OUT OF IT
Action 2: AND THEN GET HIS OTHER EYE

>>37032933
You angle your feet into a kicking position, ready to land on his eye. You draw your knife, and hold it at the ready for after you've landed.

The demon catches you in his hand, shoves you in his mouth and swallows you whole.

>>37032978
You are currently in the demon's esophagus, being pulled downward into his stomach. the demonic saliva attacks your skin, but the cocaine in your system helps your body to prove against it.

>>37030130
>>37030343
>>37029577

Alright ninnius im back.

Ill limit my character mk?

>>37032978
Are you the new OP?

>>37030130
>>37030343
Shit those plans for Elias and Darius are good. I likem. Looks like Blackcat is using at least Elias's, which looks cool as hell. I can't play but hope more people show up and claim their old/ make new characters. Lurking intentedy for lewds, shenanigans and adventure, not necessarily in that order. I really like how all 3 GMs do a long story-based update every time, makes it feel like people are actually doing cool things and not just raising stats to raise more stats.

>>37032348
You rig up a makeshift alarm out of a sponge, a wire, and your smartphone, lie down on the bed, and pull your hat over your eyes. Within minutes, you're dozing off.

"OH GOD, WHAT IS THAT THIN-" your partner says before getting his head chopped clean off by that kid's hand. The kid grins, turns his head around, starts crab walking backwards in your direction, and lets loose a blast of fire from his mouth!

You walk into the tent to survey the wounded. They all look kinda green. Literally. One of them perks up when they see you, and tries to say something to you, that something being, "BZZZZZZZZ" as a horde of locusts emerges from her mouth and her eyes roll back.

"Is that it!?" you yell over the sandbags at your enemies. What demons aren't dead are running off. You blow on the smoke coming from your revolver, and look back to your friends. They're all dead as well. Huh, that's odd. Why are there already maggots crawling all over them? It hasn't been that long. The maggots all morph into flies, and start flying up into the air. They all collect into one big mass, and you think you can see them smashing against each other, pulping themselves into one big chunk of fly. Eventually, a limb shoots out of the lump, and then another, and soon enough, four more limbs are out as well. A head erupts from the mass, and then the mass settles into the body of a giant fly. The fly says to you, "BUZZBUZZ: YOUR SOUL WILL BE MINE!" before flying off.

You feel something tugging on your shirt, and bring your revolver to your son's head. "Papa, won't you come join us in our lord's Honeypot?" he says, maggots crawling all over his flesh.

"Yeah, it's buttloads of fun!" the other says, bumping into his brother in his eagerness, knocking many maggots to the ground. They're already crawling back to gnaw on your boys. "It's boatloads, you idiot!" the first kid says as he punches the younger one in the arm, producing a wet sound as several maggots get pounded into juice.

>Cont.

Rolled 89, 54 = 143 (2d100)

>>37029624
>>37029666
Aya held tight her lead pipe, the only thing that was probably related to her old life "I don't know, I don't have any memories, I-I'm almost scared I'll never get them back."

How late I am, poor show me

>>37035894
The two boys start wresting each other, and eventually, the maggots have picked them clean of flesh, and morph into flies that fly over to your wife, leaving the two skeletons motionless and laying in a pile.

Your dead wife giggles as the flies fill her corpse full of their children. "Oh, Lord Baal, you're so rough with me! Yes, more! Ooohh~ You're so much better than my husband!"

The flies fuck off to find some other corpse to screw, and your wife strokes her dead body all over, and soon enough, maggots erupt from her vagina and start devouring her. "Ooh! This reminds me of when I would breastfeed the boys! Just like last week..."

You hear a buzzing up above you, and before you can aim your revolver, you are picked up in a giant, chitinous hand. You look over to see your sister in the same predicament, trying to squirm free, even going so far as to want to do more like her big brother when it comes to your ferocity on the battlefield.

However, the Lord of the Flies raises your sister to his maggot-filled maw, and proceeds to close his mouth.

"BRROOOOOO!!!" your sister screams.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

You wake up from your dream to the buzzing of your smartphone wrapped to a sponge with wire, and turn off the alarm you set. You make your way to the bathroom, piss, get a shower, and get dressed. You step out of the room and head to the office, where you demand a cup of coffee from the owner with a little persuasion from your six-shooter.

Ahhhh, that's the stuff.

Now that you've had your coffee, you set out to find some leads on your sister. You must find her. After all, you still have to tell her the truth!

>53
You search high and low for any trace of your sister, but find nothing. Around noontime, you take out the business card from before. After borrowing a computer with some help from your six-shooter, you make your way to the address.

A receptionist sits at a desk doing some sudoku and something else underneath the table.

>>37035894
>>37036537
>your past exploits haunt your dreams
Jesus fuck you were not kidding

Bumping

Rolled 91, 37 = 128 (2d100)

>>37036537
>>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, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),977$,,tattered playing cards
>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.

Drop the card and ask to be taken to the boss. Draw revolver be VERY insistent about it.

>>37036515
Forgive me, but I don't believe I can do this character's story justice.

>>37030343
That plan for Aya is good, but I think this one could be better: http://hastebin.com/raw/kunuxibije

>>37032852
>90
You take off down the road, and raise your broadsword in a defensive stance as you come in between Yuki and her pursuer. The swordsman charges at the two of you and thrusts their katana forward. You knock it to the side with the flat of your blade and use your opponent's momentary surprise to punch him in the gut. "Oof!" he grunts before falling onto the dirt road, cringing in pain.

"Thank you so much, Eriasu-san!" Yuki says gratefully. She raises her naginata, and steps toward the downed swordsman. "I'm sorry for what I did, but you did not have to chase me with a sword!"

"Bitch!" the swordsman hisses. He gets up off of his back, using his sword as a crutch, but Yuki presses the tip of her naginata to his scarved neck. Who wears a scarf in this heat!? He also looks around Yuki's age. Perhaps he's young and obsessed with looking impressive, not unlike a certain friend of yours?

"Wait, what's going on?" you ask. "Why did you attack us?"

The swordsman points a finger at Yuki, and says, "Your friend here went and threw up on me while I was trying to take a nap! So much of it got in my helmet! Do you know how much I polish that thing to make it shine!?"

Well, now.

"Hmm... Yuki, that was a grave crime you committed just then."

"Eh???" she exclaims. "Why are you taking his side?"

You knock on your own helmet, and say, "A man's helmet is a symbol of his pride! To sully that is a great offense!"

The swordsman nods solemnly, and Yuki just shakes her head in disbelief. "Wha... whatever," she mutters, still holding her naginata to the swordsman's throat.

Kanada and Umeko jog up, and Kanada says, "Hey, just did a lookover, and those tracks lead behind that tree."

Yuki jumps, and yells, "KUMO!"

Rolled 66, 19 = 85 (2d100)

>>37040997

>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), 8,500 Yen
>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. Get ready to fight, assuming Kanada is actually being serious this time. If there isn't actually anyone here, give him an moderately annoyed look and continue on towards the fields.


2. Don't let the swordsman out of our sight regardless. Another close-up warrior in our group could be very useful, and he's got a responsibility to travel with us for rudely attacking Yuki when she was scared and unable to properly defend herself. Try and strike up some conversation with him, too.

>>37042626
Everything going JUST AS PLANNED
Seriously those rolls are perfect for the path you're supposed to be headed on.

Rolled 86, 54 = 140 (2d100)

>>37032978
>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: Shank the shit out of his belly i got cut myself out of here
Action 2: MORE CUTTING

Bumpan. Hope one of the 50 GMs running this game can step in, I'm interested. A couple more players would be nice to see too.

>>37040997
>Forgive me, but I don't believe I can do this character's story justice.
>But proposes a plan to make it better in the next sentence

Question. Am i still allowed to play and can i self limit my character?


Name: Lorenth
Race: Angel(Archangel )
Class: Mystical bard
Cause: Restore the faith of his dead god with him as the new god and rule the land with hedonism.
Fluff: For millenia I, Lorenth the meister of music, served by my god. My god was the god of beauty and music but he wasnt a human god. No he was a ruler of the entire concept of passions. I fought by him for millenia protecting and cultivating the worlds beauty, until an ancient appeared. This ancient, known only as The Silent Voice came to destroy the worlds beauty!! My lord gathered all his Angels, Paladins, and Clerics and we attacked the monster. The beast died and in the process destroyed my lord and most of his force. Me and my fellow angels slept for millenia, corrupted by the monster, only to awaken once our beauty and the corruption merged. We awoke finally to the world only to see it filled with decrepit trying to rule it! In the name of beauty all will fall before my wrath!

Equipment: The scythe of passion. A moon shaped scythe able to cut through any thought, emotion, will, or belief and can twist any being to the wielders needs. It can even cut souls and destroy any concept from life to death.

Special: I can control any passion or thought. Be it the will to die or lust i can make it reality and alter anything to fit its shape and power. I also give off an aura of any emotion i choose with my prefered ones being lust or ecstasy.

Bonus: Can manipulate ANYTHING as long as a passion is linked to it(+20) for ex, if someone lust for another person, he can not only make that person theis but manipulate either of them through their passion, be it changing their race, gender, or power he can change them.

Bumping for more vengeful interrogations.

>>37045346
Yeah, I suck. But, I shall try!

>>37036515
You hold on to your lead pipe as tight as you can, suffocating it between your breasts. Is this pipe really the only thing you kept from your old life? Why were you even carrying it around? What kind of person were you?

A plumber?

"I don't knowww... I don't have any memories. I-I'm almost scared I'll never get them back."

"Hmmm?" Niamh hums next to your pointy ear, making it twitch. "No memories? Well, could you tell me what you do remember?"

"Well... I remember when yesterday, you tried to eat me, and then something happened, can't remember..."

"HM!? Can't remember?" she asks. Her right hand starts stroking your side and stomach. "Well, let me help you with that..." she says as she worms another smooth hand underneath you to settle on one of your titties, which the hand sinks into as it tries to find your nipple.

"Go on, what else do you remember?" she whispers huskily into your ear, her breath sending your ear kicking again.

>>37039960
"Hello, sir! How can I help you today?" the receptionist asks cheerily, her sudoku hand extending toward your own for a handshake.

You place the business card in her hand. "Take me to the boss," you growl.

The receptionist reads the card, and asks, "Well, do you have-"

You draw your revolver. Time for aggressive negotiations, it seems.

"Oh, you do have it! Well, I'll buzz you in real quick! Just let me finish this puzzle first..." she says while licking her lips.

She returns to doing the sudoku puzzle, and her other hand moves frantically beneath the table. "Hmmm, I'm gonna have to work with more than one digit if I want to get this done in a jiffy... Let's try two," she says, filling out some boxes on the puzzle.

A heavy blush forms on her face, and she frowns at the sudoku puzzle in confusion. "Uuuu... that's still not enough! Gonna have to try three digits! Maybe, four!" she shrieks as she fills out several more numbers on the paper.

She starts panting, and looks at the middle box with hunger. "Hmmm, doesn't seem like any bigger than 4 would fit in that middle box with the way it is now, but if I don't fit some numbers in there, how am I ever gonna finish?"

She raises her mechanical pencil. "Gonna have to use my eraser!" As she starts rubbing her writing utensil across the middle box, she starts drooling and moaning in delight.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh~!!!" she moans. "That's better! Now, the way's clear to fit all that inside my naughty little box here!" She leans back in her chair, and grimaces as she moves her hand somewhere. You hear a wet pop, and she sighs in triumph. She starts moving her arm back and forth, and fills out a good amount of numbers inside that center box of hers. You realize that she only has a few numbers left to to do.

Wait a minute, what in tarnation are you still waiting around for!?

"Could we move along!?" you shout.

"Of course, be right with you, don't worry, just a couple more..."

>Cont.

>>37049628
The secretary fills out boxes until she has just one left, and as soon as that last One is scrawled onto the paper, she shouts, "Oh fuck, I'm finished, I'm finished, I'M FINISHED!!!"

The lady lets out a breathless cry of pleasure, her voice cracking up to an inaudible pitch. She shudders a lot, and then falls down onto the table. She withdraws her hand with a wet schlick, and wipes it off on the puzzle she just finished.

However intoxicated she looks right now, she leans over and dials an extension on the phone, whispers something into the device, and slumps down onto the desk.

BZZZZZTT!

You hear the door leading past the waiting area unlock, and the secretary mumble, "Mr. Gottfried will see you now."

You leave the waiting area, and enter a hallway that's lined with big, exotic, potted plants. You walk past them, and enter Mr. Gottfried's office.

You see the back of a chair, and smoke coming from in front of it. On the shiny mahogany desk is a paper sack.

"There's the $9000, don't spend it all in one place, or do, whichever," the man says with a puff of his cigar as he stares out of his window office at the desert-surrounded city.

Rolled 17, 3 = 20 (2d100)

>>37050058
>>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, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),977$,,tattered playing cards
>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.

Your man failed *cocks revolver* start talking, now.

Damn that secretary is a freak.

>>37050162
well fuck, this will be unpleasant.

>>37042626
"A kumo!?" the swordsman exclaims. "Where!?"

Kanada says, "Well, I'm not entirely sure it's a kumo, but it could be? We found tracks?"

You and Yuki run over to go look around the tree with your weapons at the ready, Yuki's naginata shaking a bit. The only thing you do find is a puddle of vomit, and an impressive helmet that would be even more impressive without the throw-up on it.

"Hey, look here! More tracks!" Yuki says while pointing out a patch of ground with her polearm. You examine the tracks to see that they lead from the helmet, all the way to the dirt road, right where that swordsman... was!?

You jog back to the road and ask your two companions, "Hey, what happened just then?"

Umeko says, "The boy said something along the lines of, 'Well, I'm not sticking around to be devoured by a Kumo!' and took off that way," she says while pointing to a line of tracks that leads even further away from the village.

"So HE was the Kumo!" Yuki says while holding onto the somewhat cleaned helmet from before.

>>37048727
"I don't remember!"
"I don't remember a thing!"
Aya curls up, swatting Niamh's hand away lightly "It's scary...."

Rolled 71, 63 = 134 (2d100)

>>37050760
Whoops!
And I was late as well, how neglectful

>>37042978
You hug your arms to yourself and put your legs together, and willingly let yourself slide down into the beast's stomach.

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

The demon laughs heartily after having swallowed you, and turns his attnetion towards the rest of the town your prison was right next to. As he raises a foot to stomp on police car, he gasps and takes a step back, crushing five of his own. He holds a hand to his gut, and grimaces. "What the hell!?"

He winces in pain some more as something thrashes around inside him. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding," he gasps.

A hand bursts out from his belly button, covered in blood and holding a knife. It retracts back into the giant, but not long after, a wide cut is made along the edge of his belly, which suddenly changes direction as it cuts diagonally across his flesh. The cut ends with an upward cleave, leaving an angular and blocky "S" on the giant's chest.

The demon clutches his chest and howls, falling backwards onto his ass, crushing many smaller demons in the vanguard. A moment of intense agony passes, and then starts anew as a similar cut appears on his stomach, with a swift snickersnack through his flesh. The twin cuts glow a brilliant white, and as the demon brings up hand to shield his eyes, and raises another to swing down on his mutilated stomach, a bloody figure shoots out of the center of the wound, spinning gracefully and shaking humours off in every direction.

You land on the giant's forehead.

Rolled 57, 28 = 85 (2d100)

>>37050559
>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), 8,500 Yen
>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. Find that swordsman! How did he disappear so quickly like that? And why? I want answers!

2. Seriously, this is probably important. Find that swordsman!

>>37045590
>>37029586
>>37029607
>I think it'd be best if noone else filled in for me when I'm absent so that I can retain all details and planned things together.
>I won't be able to give you any updates for a few days but I felt it would be best to address this sooner rather than later so as not to keep you waiting on a verdict.
Ninnius called shotgun, sorry. Maybe Orodnon can do it?

>>37050760
"I don't remember!" you shout as you swat her hand from your tummy. "I don't remember a thing!"

You curl up, drawing your knees up to your chest. "It's scary..." you whisper, fresh tears forming in your eyes.

"Awww, don't cry! It'll be okay," Niamh says comfortingly as she hugs herself closer to you, bringing her hand up to stroke your hair. "Aye'm sure yew'll get your memories back sum time!"

"You mean it?" you ask her.

"I dunno. Maybe...? But don't lose hope, yew hear?"

You lean back into her, and nuzzle your wet cheek against hers. "Thanks," you mutter, smiling.

"In the meantime, however," she begins, sending more of that moist breath of hers down along your ear, "Why don't we make some new memories?"

She resumes her tummy-rubbing, and even pinches your left nipple before squeezing your breast again. Niamh's also mashing her potatoes into your back, rubbing herself up and up and up like a pendulum of uh, breasts.

>>37050162
You draw your gun. "Your man failed," you growl while lowering the hammer on the revolver loud and and slow for intimidation purposes, being able to do it nigh instantly at the level you're at when it comes to revolvers. "Start talking, now."

"Did he now?" the man asks, chuckling a bit. You hear the door lock behind you. "So, what do you wish to talk about?"

You look around behind you, seeing no hired thugs or mooks that are barring the door. He must've locked it electronically. You walk over to desk, walking around another of those potted plants, and spin the chair around to face you. In the chair sits a suited dummy with a bomb for a head. The bomb's fuse is lit.

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>>37029577
>Based on an on-going quest
Hopes dropped.

Rolled 56, 47 = 103 (2d100)

>>37053885
>>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, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),977$,,tattered playing cards
>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.

Really a lit fuse? Put it out. Then get out and find someone to answer your questions.

>>37051176
"Well, let's go find that swordsman," you say to Yuki. She bites her lip, and nods. The two of you take off running after the swordsman before your two other companions can even say anything.

The tracks are easy to follow, but they run on for a good bit. You think you can spot them in the distance, but they're still far away. Eventually, you and Yuki both stop to catch your breath, and lose track of the swordsman.

"W-well," Yuki huffs, "That isn't the last we've seen of that Kumo. After all, he really liked this!" She holds up the tarnished helmet in one hand, using the other to recline against her naginata. You take the helmet from her to inspect it yourself, and despite all the vomit, it's quite a sight. There's a crest on top with two golden feathers sticking up in a "V" shape, and there's a protective mask that looks like a beak. You inspect the strips of metal sticking out of the side, and they look like symbols, but you can't make sense of them.

You notice that Yuki is leaning on her polearm using both hands now, still panting from running as hard as she did. Her forehead glistens with sweat, which she wipes away with a callused hand. You offer her your handkerchief, which she takes with an "Arigato!"

She wipes her face with the cloth, then her neck, arms, and squats down on the pole to do her legs. A sudden breeze swoops over the two of you, flipping Yuki's skirt to reveal a cute butt adorned in white panties dotted with pink hearts, as well as chains!?

"Aaaahhh~ so refreshing!" the girl says as the wind sweeps over her, unaware of her skirt.

"Did you two have a good run?" Umeko asks.

"Blaah!" you shout. When did she get there?

Umeko closes her fans, and the breeze stops. "We have wasted time pursuing this swordsman, we should head back to the village to see about those Oni."

The two of you nod, and jog back to Kanada, refreshed by the cool breeze. You glance back to see Umeko hovering behind you.

>Cont.

>>37055622
Kanada sits on a tree stump, sharpening a knife with a ring at the end, and glances up at you all. "It probably wasn't a Kumo," he says.

"How do you figure!?" Yuki asks.

"Well, that person was wearing shoes. Kumos have no need of such things. I think that guy just then was wearing cleats."

"You mean to say you got me all worked up over nothing!?"

Kanada grins at her, saying, "But aren't you the one who got all worked up over no-" BONK!


After Kanada regain consciousness, the four of you head back over to the farm, making it there just after noon, only to see an old man weeping on the ground in front of a storehouse.

"MY BOOZE!" he wails. "THEY'RE DRINKING IT ALL!"

Rolled 5, 18 = 23 (2d100)

>>37055622
>>37055742
>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), 8,500 Yen
>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. I take a dim view of this man's anger at losing something such as alcohol, but it could be something important, or related to that swordsman. Question him politely about whatever is troubling him, and pursue a solution!

2. IMPURE THOUGHTS IMPURE THOUGHTS. Clear the mind, be happy, platonic relationships. Keep building them. Turn our thoughts away from cute butts and Umeko's apparent desire to show us them.

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>>37055923
So it hath come to this, dice gods.

>>37055923
>>37055985

>Elias is apparently an ass man
At least he has good taste.
What the fuck is that 5 gonna be? The masketta man shows up and steals everyone's thunder? You can't question the old man without sounding like a retard? Following this story closely, it gives me keks.

>>37055206
You think to try blowing on the fuse, but instead sever it with a quick shot from your gun. You blow the smoke from your revolver, do the spinny thing your kids and sister got a kick out of, and holster it.

"Hahahahahahahaha!" you hear blast out of a speaker in the dummy. "I can't believe how much of a simpleton you are! You thought I would really use something like a fuse in this day and age? What a digital dummy!"

A red "00:30" appears on the bomb's surface. It changes to "00:29" a second later.

"Well, toodles! Have fun dying. You'll be seeing your family real soon!" the man says before the speaker shuts off.

You go up to open the door, but it's shut tight.

You see a window, but you're on the tenth story. There's also that big plant there. "00:24" the bomb reads.

Rolled 8, 61 = 69 (2d100)

>>37056066
>>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, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),977$,,tattered playing cards
>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.

OH what a hard choice! I don't know what I'll do!

Shoot out the window and toss the bomb out of it.

Rolled 12, 21 = 33 (2d100)

>>37053169
Aya quickly breaks her partner's grip, long pink wrapping now adorning her body "Yes, we should make things, memories, people, love!"

Her eyes shined with love, her retina reshaping into a Heart "By the god of love and fertility, I will impregnate you today!"

>>37055923
You shake your head, not getting people's attachment to alcohol. And so, you say, "It's not so bad, old man. There are other things to live for besides spirits. Cheer up!"

The elderly man looks up at you angrily, and spits at your feet. "Spirits were my living, you dumb-ass!"

"Uh, ummm..." you grunt in confusion and embarassment. You wipe the sweat forming on your forehead with your handkerchief, and smell something different.

"Let's see if the Oni are still there," Kanada suggests.

"It's no use," the old man sobs, "They've already drank too much of my stock!"

You keep sniffing at the air, and find that the scent is coming from your handkerchief! You hold it up to your nose, and inhale the unique aroma.

"But still," Yuki interjects, "We could potentially keep something like this from happening again?"

"Wait..." the man says, a grin forming on his face. "Yes, that's good! Bash out their heads, boil them into a stew, and they won't be able to drink my rice wine anymore!"

Just what is that? It smells like spring, but it's summer. Hmmm... You inhale from the handkerchief some.

"Excuse me sir, but will we be getting paid for taking out these youkai?" Umeko asks.

"NO!" he shouts.

"Well, you three have fun, I'll be off at the diner," the woman says before walking off into the town.

Oh wait, you know what this is from! Yuki just used it to wipe herselffffffff... Images of Yuki underneath you, sweating and panting after a passionate session of lovemaking fill your head.

Kanada places a hand on Yuki's shoulder, saying, "We must help rid the land of these Oni! No one should have to go without sake!"

Yuki frowns at the ninja, but nods. "Well, Eriasu-san? Are you coming inside?"

You grunt in surprise, and bury the handkerchief in your pocket. "Yeah, yeah, let's go fight demons or whatever," you say as you briskly walk past your companions and the old man before they discover the demon stirring up trouble in your pants.

>Cont.

>>37057993
Three Oni are inside. They appear to be humanoid, albeit with some horns on their head, and some oddly hued skin tones. They're all wearing tiger-skin bikinis. One is doing a drunken dance as the other two cheer her on, drinking entire dishes full of sake, and smashing them onto the floor. The dancing Oni is surprisingly agile as she works her way through the shards. They seem to be too drunk to notice the three of you.

Rolled 52, 90 = 142 (2d100)

Realized I've been forgetting my physical description like a retard.
>>37057993
>>37058083
>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. Elias is about 5'11, and has pale but healthy-looking skin, deep blue eyes, and shining, short blonde hair with just the tiniest hints of stubble. He's more lean than anything, but fit and muscled from years of training.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage), 8,500 Yen
>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. Organize the group into fighting stance as usual, and take down these alcohol-stealing demons at once! We can handle them! Even without Umeko here we'll beat these demons!

2. STOP THIS TRAIN OF THOUGHT AT ONCE. I AM LITERALLY SNIFFING HANKERCHIEFS SUBCONCIOUSLY. ITS EXACTLY LIKE GRANDMASTER HANS SAID. NO MORE CUTE BUTTS IN TIGHTLY-WEDGED WHITE PANTIES RIPE FOROH GOD WHY ARE MY PANTS SO FUCKING TIGHT THIS IS RADICALLY IMPURE ARMBAND NOW

>>37058179
PURITY
INTACT

>>37058179
>>37058194
You may have foiled it this time but the tight panty-clad butts will have their day, mark my words.

>>37056107
You laugh at the "trap" you're in, and draw your six shooter instantly. You pull the trigger, and you see the window flash a dim pink, and a red pentagram shows up. Something hits you in the shoulder, and you wince. "Magic-proof!" you curse.

The bomb reads "00:20".

>>37058237
Not if I have anything to say about it.
And never roll low on any rolls to interact with my companions twice in a row, considering Elias's barely-existent willpower.
I know my luck has to run out someday. Dice are fickle mistresses. But I'll be damned if fucking something by result of failed combat rolls or fucking up all my willpower saves is going to dissuade me from my path of comically sexual misadventures, various gropings, and general incompetent paladin-ing. Panty shots ahoy

>>37058261
Tzeetch approves of this trap.

bump

Rolled 95, 55 = 150 (2d100)

>>37058261
>>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, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),977$,,tattered playing cards
>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.

Well this is certainly elaborate. Let's hope they forgot glass, even bullet proof glass can be fragile if struck right. Grab the desk, slam it into the window. Then throw the bomb out.

>>37061024
Wow, you're not even going to wait to throw that to where it explodes before it reaches the ground where pedestrians could be? What an asshole!

>>37061054
Considering A I have a bullet in my shoulder
B the desk is heavy
C this is likely bullet and magi proof
D I have 20 seconds left
I'd likely use up most my time just getting the window broken. Besides odd are mostly cultists in or by this building.

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Rolled 50, 23 = 73 (2d100)

>>37051094
>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: Etch pic related on his fucking pan
Action 2: FUCK UP MORE OF THESE DEMONS

>>37056532
Niamh looks at you with with an open-mouthed smile, and says, "What?" Her eyebrows frumble in confusion.

"Hahaha, don't be so hesitant! Let my pillar of blessed white purity fill your womb to the brim with the seeds of the future!" You say as you hug the awestruck Niamh closer to yourself and start grinding your massive, pink-bowed dick on her thighs.

Niamh is still coping with the sudden 480 this situation just took, but shrugs, and mutters, "When in Zome?"

You shove her onto her onto her back, and place your massive dick onto Niamh's bare chest. A cute bow of pink ribbon is tied around the shaft.

"Before we engage in love making and child production, you must get me good and wet for maximum pleasure!"

"Child pro-" Niamh utters in confusion before you press your cockhead against her lips. "Mmmph!" she exclaims.

You sweep her fiery hair aside, and lean down to kiss her on the forehead. "Shush, now, just let it happen," you whisper.

She looks at you questioningly, shrugs, and takes your cock into her mouth. She even starts stroking the shaft with her hands. One of her hands starts to pull at the ribbon adorning your cock, but you bat her hand away before she spoils the surprise. She shrugs once again, and goes back to stroking and fellating your dick. Damn, she's good at this! She lovingly works her tongue up and down and all around the tip of your member, her hot breath and moistness sending a sensation up into your spine that makes your toes curl. But it's not enough.

You grab hold of Niamh's tits, and press them against your meaty shaft. They barely touch when you smush them into each other, and your cock keeps slipping out of their embrace when you thrust your hips. This just won't do. You lean down and start licking Niamh's nipples, earning a giggle from the lady, which soon turns into a moan as you take both nipples into your mouth, and start sucking on them.

>Cont.

>>37062099
After you suckle her tits for a good while, her breasts start glowing white. You suck as hard as you can on the nipples as you pull her breasts up from her, letting them loose with a pop as the now Double Dees fall back against Niamh, jiggling and leaking small amounts of milk, which trickles down onto your shaft that's buried in between the soft mammaries.

Niamh stops her fellatio to say, "Okay, what the fuck!?"

"FERTILITY POWERS~!" you moan as you fuck in between her massive, milky breasts. You bring your silk-gloved hands up to knead even more of the liquid out of her, producing some moans out of Niamh as well as milk.

She swats your silky hands away from her boobs, and to your pleasant surprise she presses them to your dick and starts rubbing them up and down your shaft, changing up the rhythm a bit as one goes up and the other goes down, and then switching to uplifitng circles. She also takes your dick back into her mouth, and an instant later you feel the tip pressing against the back of her throat. With the amount of care you're receiving, it's only natural that you would be feeling the urge to let white jets of sperm erupt from your dick. But that's heresy, which is why you have the ribbon!

"Uguuu~!" you moan, grimacing at the pain of restraining your orgasm. You pull out of Niamh's mouth and tig ol' bitties, and ready yourself for the main course. You line up with her pussy, inserting a few fingers to test the waters, so to speak, rubbing them along the walls of her cunt, and brushing up against her button and giving it a light pinch. She leans up to kiss you. When she does this, your fertility powers kick in to make it to where everything is super sparkly and bubbly as pink mist appears around the two of you.

As you insert your tongue into her lips and start exploring around inside her, you do the same with your dick! Haha, wordplay, bitches!

>Cont.

>>37062112
"MMMMMM~!" she moans into your mouth. The two of you get even more frantic as you start pumping yourself in and out of her, and eventually she just starts feeling too good around your dick!

You lean back, panting, "It's time, you can unwrap it!" She glances at your dick, and nods.

As soon as she pulls that ribbon free of your dick, you lose yourself to the pressure that's built up inside you. You violently thrust yourself up into this Irish hottie, and burst inside her.


"Oh, ffffffffuuuuu-!" Niamh moans as she wraps her legs around your jiggly butt and claws into your back. She squeezes herself into you so tightly that the milk starts spraying violently out of her breasts! Niamh's juices mix together with your own as you flood her womb full of the sacred sperm.

You go weak in the knees, and your dick shrinks somewhat. The ribbons and silk adorning you evaporate into pink mist, and you fall forward onto Niamh, who is breathing heavily from the intense session of lovin'.

You look up at Niamh, whose breasts are slightly bigger, and looks to be about 17 now.

"Do as... do as the zomb...doooo," she yawns, before closing her eyes and drawing up the covers around herself.

You can't exactly recall what just happened to make her like this.

In other news, I need to sleep for a bit or else my eyeballs will explode. See y'all in 6-7 hours!

>>37062161
Night 13lack cat have a good rest see ya later.

>>37053169
>mashing her potatoes
I laughed so hard at that, it was brilliant

Rolled 59, 65 = 124 (2d100)

>>37062130
Aya yawns, grabs her lead pipe, finds some clothes, and takes off to the high street.

Stalking through the streets, Aya the amnesiac grittly considered her position, why was she here? Who had sent her? She tried to cast her mind back, trying to fit the puzzle back together again. Her mind was drawn to the Lead pipe, that little lead pipe.

>>37064960
Damn, girl! When are you gonna sleep?

>>37064997
I think blackcat is a Brit which is why they're run so late and only a few can play. I quite like it though because they're entertaining stories and having like 10 players would break the game. Maybe one more would be cool. I wonder if anyone of them are gonna meet up at some point.

Rolled 67, 32 = 99 (2d100)

>>37064997
The city never sleeps

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>>37065058
You badmouthing me, boy!?

>>37065353
that wasn't even 4 hours, you ok?

>>37065353
>>37065522
A true American needs no sleep. We survive on hubris and burgers alone.

>>37065557
Don't forgot caffeine in all its many forms.

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Rolled 47, 39 = 86 (2d100)

>>37029577
>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; A sharp mind breeds a sharp body. Check the room for any other enemies or traps before approaching the artifact of olde.

>>37065753
Wait, fuck, that's the wrong one.

>>37065681
>>37023453
shit

>>37058179
You step into the storehouse as quietly as you can muster, tent in your pants making it really hard to focus on doing so. As you eye the creaky floorboards and your hard-on, willing them both to quiet down, you lay your eyes upon your armband. You briefly reminisce about when you got the favor.

>90
After your lady gave it to you, you remember turning around to wave goodbye to her one last time. She waved back with tears in her violet eyes. She brusher a silver bang out of her face to give you a reassuring smile, and adjusted her waving hand to where it was a fist moving back and forth towards her open mouth, her tongue pressing her cheek out as the fist moved nearer . Your girlfriend then winked at you, a tear trailing down her face, bringing her hand to her face to stifle a giggle and to wipe away her tears.
"I'll miss you!" you hear her shout. "Remember our promise!"

You nodded, and turned away from your love to step forward into the mystical portal of interplanar travel.

Right, you already have the best girlfriend a man could ask for in all the planes, and you wouldn't trade that for all the cute butts in the world. Even if Yuki's is damned pleasant to look at, and probably caress and lick and spank as well. On your honor as Elias, Paladin of the Order of the Knights Planar of the Church of Baby Jesus and Latter Day Saints, you will return to your girlfriend, (Insert Name Here)!

>52
You duck behind a crate, and motion your party members over to you. After you all huddle together, you whisper, "Okay, Kanada, you take out the dancer, and me and Yuki will sneak up behind the ones smashing plates on the ground."

"Will we be able to take out three youkai without Umeko-san, though?" Yuki asks uncertainly.

"Sure! We can take 'em, no sweat!" Kanada says while flicking his nose with his thumb, and giving a confident grin.

"Okay..." Yuki sighs, eyeing the drunken yet graceful dancer over yonder.

>Cont.

>>37067623
You avert your gaze from the dancer's busty, muscular, bikini-clad form, only to see that Kanada has already vanished. You and Tuki both shrug at this, and make your way through some upturned crates over behind the Oni. The Oni are punching each other in the arm over and over again, and it looks like things are getting heated between the two of them. The dancing one has her eyes closed, and still gingerly glides through the floor full of shards without getting cut!

"Aim for the horns," Yuki whispers, "That's their weakpoint."

You nod and raise your sword. "On three," you whisper. Yuki nods and raises her naginata.

"One..." you mouth.

Yuki gets a determined look on her face.

"Two..."

The two Oni stop fighting and lean on each other, laughing as the throw more sake dishes at the third one's feet.

"BANZAI!" Kanada yells as he drops onto the dancing Oni, causing her to shriek in surprise, knocking her off balance, sending her stumbling through the shards, one of which she slips on.

You and Yuki pause for an instant, and then bring down your blades where the remaining two Onis' horns are, or were, if they hadn't turned their heads to witness Kanada's scuffle. Your blades go "Swish" through the air beside their heads, and the two Oni look up at the two of you.

The sneak attack failed! And you're still kinda hard!

Rolled 68, 76 = 144 (2d100)

>>37067623
>>37067654
>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. Elias is about 5'11, and has pale but healthy-looking skin, deep blue eyes, and shining, short blonde hair with just the tiniest hints of stubble. He's more lean than anything, but fit and muscled from years of training.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage), 8,500 Yen
>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.

(For continuity's sake, feel free to make up a new for her. The name 'Karoline' is what sprung into my head but anything is fine.)

1. Press the offensive! Strike the demons down hard and fast, with well-coordinated and strong blows. Aim for the horns! Make sure to take any hits directed at Kanada or Yuki, their well-being is more important than my own.

2. God dammit Elias, we're in the middle of a fight here. Draw my mind away from spanking for ten damn seconds to deal with the LITERAL DEMONS POISED TO MAUL US TO DEATH.

>>37068122
Make up a NAME for her, it should say. Damn phone.

>>37068122
>>37068157
Solid rolls Elias

>>37068247
I'm impressed at Elias's recovery. I thought he was screwed (Probably literally) when he started sniffing the fucking hankerchief.

>>37068416
I bet, at the rate my character is going he's going to be dead soon. At least you falling only mean you lose a bonus.

>>37068459
And my HONOR. And muh purity for silverhair back home.

>>37068546
>implying you can't still have honor after inevitably tapping dat
>and anything else you fudge the rolls on

you're gonna need to keep that honor you cunt

>>37068546
Better than leaving your sister unrescued, family unavenged, and a demon cult still active.

>>37068629
... Did you read your spoilers? Das impure mang. I resisted temptation to read mine in true paladin fashion.

>>37068979
No I didn't, My family is dead and unavenged and my sister is kidnapped(dear lords of light I hope she is and that she didn't actually do this) This obviously a multi-person thing with funding and planning. Meaning they either have a grudge against me or need me out of the way before I cause a problem, meaning it's demon related, meaning it's a cult. Why do you think I read spoilers? Hell where are they now i'm kinda interested.

>>37069058
suspicious.jpg

>>37069188
And why is that? Seriously, I was following common logic. They have anti-magic for my gun so they had to know me, a previous anon said the trap was tzeentchian and I have to agree. I honestly fail to see how anything I have said is spoilery or suspicious if you follow things logically.

>>37069188
Well there was that pentagram with an eye on it drawn on the back of the business card. If that doesn't imply demon cult I don't know what does

Rolled 52, 57 = 109 (2d100)

>>37065797
>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; Rolling to not plummet to death

13ump

>>37061024
You take a swig of the liquor to dull the pain in your shoulder, and sweep everything off the desk, pulling out all the drawers, even unlocking some of them with a quick bullet. You place your hands underneath the edge of the table, facing the somewhat scenic view of El Paso. That anti-magic ward still flashes on the window panes annoyingly.

Using all the strength you can call upon, you push the table forward, causing blood to spurt out of your bullet wound. The table groans as it's moved toward the window. You briefly wonder why this yuppie would have floor-to-ceiling length windows in his office, and settle on the reason that it's because he's a douchebag.

With a "GrrrrRRAAAUUGHHH!" you lift the edge up the table up, tipping the shiny wooden table over to impact against the window. Just to be sure that it breaks through, you slide under it and shoot the table's legs with one bullet each, and then shoot two perfectly aligned bullets into the center of the desk, propelling the table at rocket speeds towards the office window.

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

Mr. Gottfried chuckles as he shuts the transceiver off, and spins around to enjoy the firework show that's about to start in his old office. His new office is on the eleventh floor of this recently acquired building, the old building being up for demolition for insurance money and yadda yadda. He takes a puff of his cigar, and snorts when he sees the pink telltale flash of the AM barrier.

"That won't do you any good," he laughs. "Yes, you weren't prepared for Magus Gottfried, but Magus Gottfried was prepared for you, Darius the Demon Killer. Though, I think I may have prepared too much. So disappointing. Even went and sacrificed one of my best girls for this. Oh well, her sisters will grow up to be just as beautiful and docile. Or else I'll be ordering another desk to be made," he thinks to himself with an evil grin.

Speaking of desks, "Hm? What's that?"

>Cont.

>>37072494
Mr. Gottfried sees a wooden desk flying towards his office, spinning wildly through the air. His mind is unable to process what is happening for a few moments. Eventually, he takes the cigar out of his mouth, attempts to get up out of his swivel chair, and shouts, 'OH, SHI-"

KKSSSSHHPLEEEUUHKKRRNCHH!

Mr. Gottfried got a mahogany desk for his office. It isn't that great to be honest, looks like it's been used, some drawers are missing, and his squished corpse lies underneath it.

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

Now that the window's open, you reach over for the bomb. seeing that the timer reads "00:09". You pick it up to toss it out the building, only to be tackled from behind before you can do so!

It really is very impressive how two separate GMs can be running this game without a drop in quality. Both Ninnius and Blackcat's works are fucking great. I absolutely love the style you're running it, with the long updates and whatnot. Keep it up, you've got a great balance of action, comedy, tension and lewdness here. Wonderful work.

Rolled 23, 96 = 119 (2d100)

>>37072705
>>>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, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),977$,,tattered playing cards
>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.

Get the fucker who tackled me off, and toss that bomb!

Holy fuck my guy is strong, or blessed, or both. Through a desk out a window, across the way, and up two stories.

>>37073017
yup

>>37073113
So I'm still tackled, accidentally cop a feel on the way of getting my arm free enough to toss the bomb? Cause that is far better than not tossing the thing.

>>37073222
>implying that isn't a success
Copping feels and shit are only bad rolls for Elias because he doesn't want it. They'd probably be good rolls for Aya.

>>37073837
They're bad for me because well, memory triggers.

>>37068157
Don't worry, I like "Karoline," I just forgot her name, is all.

>>37073017
D'awww!

>>37073113
Darius is a little bit stronger than other soldiers, but it was his magic six-shooter that did most of the heavy lifting just then. He is blessedly agile, though!

>>37064960
You'll deal with this later. You let out a yawn. You're tired! Did you just get some exercise just then? Oh well, time to go prowl the streets! You get up out of the narrow bed, carrying your lead pipe with you, and find some spare clothes that Niamh had prepared for you on top of her dresser. What a sweetheart!

You hit the cobbled streets of Maynooth (DRAMATIZATION: I've never been there, but they probably have those), and try to find the high street. Or was it a high road? You decide to ask random passerby for where both are, hitting two birds with one stone!

"Ha! The High Road!? That's a good one, girly."

"Someone like yew getting on the High Road? Fat chance of that happening, fo' sho!"

"Well, err, the high street is over there, but... do you even know what the High Road is?"

You say you can't remember, you have amnesia, and they nod, muttering, "Had a run in with a Succubus, didja? Hot."

You set aside these mentions of a High Road for now, you'll look into it later.

>SIDEQUEST UNLOCKED! "The High Road"

For now, you make your way to the high street, and start wondering just what could have caused your predicament. Why are you here? Who sent you here? It's chilly! Niamh's bed was much warmer than this!

You shake off those petulant thoughts, and start going over the information in your head. First, you woke up naked, on the street, holding a lead pipe, and then you got cockblocked by the other people inside your head. Strangely enough, they were content to let you get gangbanged by lepercorns.

>Cont.

>>37074566
You try to reach back to those times Niamh was getting intimate with you, but you can't remember a damn thing. There are gaps in your memory, like you were turned off as someone else was taking control of you!

Though, there was that other time. You were chasing after a weird cat, and suddenly you got better at chasing and running, becoming as agile as a cat! Maybe that person, or uh, personality in your head was just being helpful?

Maybe you could try calling on that cat again...

HMMMMM!

Nope, not working. You shrug in defeat, and hold up your lead pipe. It seems as though it's your only lead.

>>37062130
>Niamh moans as she wraps her legs around your jiggly butt and claws into your back.
Oh yeah, my bad, Aya's butt is firm and toned.

>>37074640
>>37074589
>>37074566
Kek. You should have some sort of bigass document listing everyone's names and relationships and looks and stuff. People love when GMs specifically describe aspects of their character.

>>37074746
Here you go! https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1cJqoeFxkMKAfwbeeAR_jTa0bxAMvWaMaUuRmjzxc-Hg/edit?usp=sharing

>>37074804
Well, I meant characters in the builder and have no idea what this is, but that's cool too.

>>37074830
You can put the worthy characters in there, just use the template.

So is Kabbalah Quest pretty much done?

>>37075947
No, we're on vacation.

>>37069778
You quickly reach out with a hand, catching yourself painfully on some stone. You try to angle your spear to where you can lay it across the pit, but before you can do so, the stone cracks around and underneath your clutching hand. You let out a cry of frustration as you sink into the pit of your inevitable demise.

OOF!

You're rolling, tumbling down a cobbled tube, and keep bumping down and down and down this tube. It's a good thing you're wearing armor! Going to be horribly dented. You try to keep hold of your spear, but it catches on a the wall and splits in two, fortunately you're carrying the side with the spear head on it. What fortunately!? Your armor's banged up and your spear's broken! There better be TWO chests full of treasure at the end of this tube.

The tube ends only for you to start falling again. You land hard on your back against the sandy ground with a painful thud, and groan in pain. White light blinds you, and you hear cheering all.around.

"Well, well, well, folks! Looks like we've got a new gone- er, I mean to say, looks like another challenger approaches!"

You get up off the ground with several creaks from your old armor, as well as your back. You're getting too old for this stercore. Spotlights settle upon you, and the speakers blare, "Oh, well look what the wolf dragged in! If it isn't Romulus Rastavius Rex! What's an fossil like him doing here? How ironic that HE would be in a place like this, don't you think so, everyone?"

Several laughs are heard from the audience, along with some, "Eh? I don't get it"s.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, I, your host, Domonette, will be commentating as we all see just how well the Pup fares agaaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnnnnst..."

The stadium lights shut off, and four spotlights swirl around the sand wildly. Eventually, they all settle down, and lower onto the same spot.

"THEEEEEE MMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSE!"

You see a giant moose chewing on something. It looks over at you, an entire human in its maw.

>>37076248
The moose finishes its snack, and swallows. You see more dead combatant adorning its metallic, spike antlers. It has two bloodstained tusks jutting out the sides of its mouth, tipped with serrated blades. The moose's shoulderblades end in long-ass curved spikes, and you can see some for along its spine. It has two tails that are filthy with grime and blood. It steps towards you, rears back on its hind legs, and bellows a 'AUAUAUAUAUAUGHGHGHGHGH!"

Flames shoot out of its mouth, you note.

Rolled 48, 100 = 148 (2d100)

>>37076470
>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; Test out its speed first, going to cripple its legs first and trying to stay away from its antlers

>>37077174
that 100, you lucky sumbitch, think you just activated your burst limit.

>>37061248
You start to etch your favorite symbol of all time into his forehead, the symbol of "Victory." Before you can do so, he brings up a gargantuan, meaty fist, and sends it towards you with what you think is berserker strength. You jump out of the way.

The giant demon's fist collides with his big dumb face, crushing it. You won!

You wipe the knife clean of demon humours on your prison pants, and start walking towards the demon army, your arms outstretched like Yujiro Hanma from Baki. Except that you have a knife!

However, much to your surprise, and some to your disappointment, the demon army is pulling back from you!

"COWARDS!" you shout. "IS THERE NO ONE COURAGEOUS ENOUGH TO BE KILLED BY ME!?"

The demon army keeps retreating, however, you see something coming closer towards you! It's a big-ass golden palanquin, being carried by what looks to be a bunch of... hamburger people?

The palanquin is set down 100 meters in front of you, and the curtains drawn away by two handmaidens, who look like they're girls... Inside the palanquin is a throne with many demonic faces carved into it. On the throne sits a stylish, muscular man with two horns. At the foot of it sits a cute, short-haired girl who looks similar to those handmaidens from before. A blue-haired white girl sits beside her with a collar around her neck, the chain being held by the man on the throne. And then there's an exotic lady with a nice, tan ass and vibrant green hair sucking the throne guy off. Next to him, on a different throne, is a Hamburger person who looks to be about twice as tall as the others. She wears a dress of bacon, lettuce and tomatoes, and leans over to grab a slave's head right off of their body. She swallows the burger in one gulp. belching loudly afterwards.

The Devil Lord turns his attention from his harem towards you. "That was quite a spectacle!" he shouts in a congratulatory tone.

>Cont.

>>37077859
He pulls the woman off of his groin by yanking on one of her long, pointed ears. She yelps, and moans pitifully, clearly wanting more. The Devil Lord gets up from his throne, zips his fly, and walks past his three fuckpets. However, as he does so, he waves a hand through the air, causing tentacles to shoot up all around them. Your view is cut off as the curtains close on the Palanquin, though you hear lots of moaning going on inside.

The two handmaidens from before raise up big fans to cover their lord with shade. The Devil Lord walks towards you, a fanged grin on his face.

"That giant was my champion, you know. He was great for intimidation. He scared lots of enemies shitless!" the king says as though he was talking about the weather. As he walk towards you, you examine his immaculate body. Those legs make you green with envy, and those arms, unf! Not to mention, those abs appear to be chiseled out of marble.

"But, in the end, it seems like he was the one who went shitless. You, a human, had more guts than a giant. It's interesting, I like it!" he says.

"I'm going to need a new champion what with that other one's face smashed in and guts spilled everywhere." His grin disappears, leaving behind only a serious frown.

The Devil Lord points a clawed finger at you, and bellows, "I nominate you for that task! What is your name?"

Also, I'm going to bed finally. See y'all tomorrow!

Rolled 6, 29 = 35 (2d100)

>>37074589
>>37074566
Aya found it strange, her memory was inconsistent and all over the place. Her memories of the Lepercorns slowly fading into the distance, only waking up in a puddle of fun fluids to play in remaining there in her head.

She shrugged, whatever it was didn't matter now. She looked at her coat. This was a damn fine coat. She felt the leather of the trenchcoat, it made her feel like a noir criminal, police investigator or vigilante. She would have smiled, but this was getting too serious. Holding the lead pipe in hand, she took to the high road, prepared for anything.

>>37078626
Thanks for running as always Blackcat! I'll be bumping the thread every once in a while to keep it alive for whenever you or Ninnius gets back to write more!

As long as I'm bumping the thread, might as well be at least a little useful and post my reflections on everybody currently.
Starting at the top with Aya: I was a little worried about endless smut at the begining, but her player and story arcs look to be giving her the beginings of what could very well be a really cool story. Hope to see more on that and maybe some nice character developmemt if Aya wants to. Haven't seen a whole lot yet, but there's some really good comedic or dramatic potential.
Next is Elias. This story has been really, really nice so far. It's got a lot of elements and connections to it, and the incompetant paladin trope is really acted on well by both player and GM. It's very fun to watch the whole action-packed classic adventure with lewd undertones, and doesn't show signs of slowing. Great work.
Next is Darius. I really like this story arc a lot too but for different reasons than Elias's. His story is much more intense and serious, and it gives a very good balance to stop everything from being just comedic, which isn't exciting. I like how he's pulling out against the odds, and the only thing I'd reccomend to player or GM is giving a companion(s?) because one-man shows don't work as well as with two. Again, great work here. It's got some real grit.
Next, Hando. He seems to be kind of stumbling around, unsure of what to do, but that might be because he's an unrestrained 'joke' character. Of course, Druza could keep going with this, but his storylines are gonna be pretty weak and unfocused by nature if he does. If he wants to take away the 'joke' aspect and make an honest character with some sensible desires and maybe some real companions, Hando can have some really good arcs, but just running around killing whatever with the intention of killing everyone doesn't provide a basis for that.

>>37081030
I haven't seen enough of Romulus to comment. I'd much prefer to just watch but another anon making a character and joining would be lovely. Sorry if anything seemed harsh, I know it's a very silly place by nature, but obviously people are still logical, thinking people with goals and flaws, and this is just my thoughts so far. Feel free to pitch in if I've said anything wrong or that you take issue with, I love hearing commentary. It's been very enjoyable to watch everyone so far and I hope this continues well!

>>37081030
>that guy Darius bumped into was my effort to give him a sidekick
Anyway, been fun catching up. About tone absent for roughly 36 hours again. Huzzah for travelling!

>>37081341
Have fun on your travels, Ninnius! Thread will still be here when you get back if I have anything to say about it.

Wait just one fucking second.
>Elias apparently belongs to the Church of Baby Jesus and the Latter Day Saints
>aka the fucking mormons

This raises so many questions. The most important being why the mormon church decided to wall itself off magically on a moving plane to raise a massive, self-sustaining military order dedicated to training their best warriors as champions of justice and peace and yadda yadda. Did all of Utah just wall and ward itself and float off from the U.S. while forgoing technology in favor of magic? Actually, that's pretty cool. Church of baby jesus and the latter day saints is still a gay name for a holy order though. They should have a shortened version, like the Templars had. Secondly. Mormons are polygamists. Even though this is probably going to be the end result, the catholic-esque restraint isn't very mormon. Thirdly, mormons are fucking crazy man. You'd think he'd be preaching to the demons about Joseph Smith in a dumb suit and not smiting them.

>>37081566
>utah just fucking floats away while screaming 'LOL FUCK YOU'
This made me laugh. Maybe they were originally the mormon church but with ditching technology in favor of magic adopted mainly Catholic theology and dropped the majority of their craziness in favor of training soldiers? Strict monogomy makes much more sense than polygamy for a self-sustaining holy order too. This would explain the somewhat germanic/french names too. I really like the idea of utah just fucking off into space. Especially cause they're a holy order, which is super catholic, all those mormons are more like fringe catholics with monogomy and strict martial hierarchies and all that then today's crazy mormons.

>>37081566
>>37081647
Mormon Holy Order Ideas:
>Order of the United Flame
>Order of the Four Articles
>Order of the Thirteenth Apostle
>Order of the Restorers
>Order of the Holy Pearl
>Order of the Sons of God
>Order of the Brothers of Jesus
Shorten to something like 'Mormonite', 'Apocyphyte' or 'Quadrite' for shortenings like with 'Templars'. Something like 'Saint-Warriors of' should be added before each one - for example, 'The Saint-Warriors of the Four Articles', or 'Apocyphtes'. So, it would be "I am an Apocyphte, of the Saint-Warriors of the Four Articles. "

>>37081805
Fuck it, the readings into Mormon philosophy I just did are actually really interesting. I'm liking this idea more and more as I shove random ideas out there. This is cool. Doesn't even matter if people like these (and even if they do it'll get brought up like once) because this is fun.
Ideas for a magic-infused Mormon Holy Order's hierarchy, bottom to top.
>Civilian - housewife, farmer, blacksmith, mason, etc
>Soldier - Man who is in training to become a Knight or higher-up in the order.
>Apprentice - Magically skilled person in-training.
>Sergeant - Soldier who's finished training but not strong enough to become a Knight, or smart enough to move into command. Trains soldiers, defends.
>Deacon - Graduated apprentice who couldn't make it up higher. Low-level religious duties, helps with some magic.
>Knight - Chosen champions from the ranks of soldiers, to go out to far realms and spread justice, peace, and Jesus. And maybe bring people back.
>Priest - Successful mage. Has mid-level religious duties and responsible for training apprentices.
>Knight-Sergeant - Successful Knights who have returned from their missions, somehow. Usually move into command roles.
>Provincial Master - Low-level administrators, looking over towns and cities.
>High Priest - Accomplished mage with religious duties expanding over multiple priests. Does most of the high-level defense magic.
>Knight-Commander - Not always actually a Knight. Commands over regions, of which there are six.
>Bishop-Patriarch - VERY accomplished mages, one for each region (six). Only used for serious stuff both religiously and magically.

High ranks next post

>>37082122
>Undermarshall - Relays the Marshall's orders, takes his place when unavailable, shakes hands.
>Seventy - Exactly 70 of the most powerful Mages with no religious obligation, used for military purposes, checking the Grandmaster's power and electing the next Apostle.
>Seneschal - in charge of all the Knight-Commamders and their economic and agricultural positions. Ensures people are healthy, happy and rich.
>Marshall - Grand military leader. Chooses Knights sometimes, organizes defense and mages, keeps walls and Sergeants strong.
>Grandmaster - Executive head. Checks the Seventry and Apostle's power and organizes the entire utah-spanning order on a grand scale. Like all other political figures, elected by the general population until death or impeachment with significant imput from the Church.
>Apostle - The most powerful mage in Utah currently, elected by the Seventry. Basically the Pope, since these guys are more Catholic than Mormon now by far.

>>37082122
>>37082138
'Knight' is interchangeable with 'Paladin' in this sense, by the way.

>>37081566
>>37081647
>>37081805
>>37082122
>>37082138
>>37082169
Wow, that was solid. This is an incredibly intriguing idea and fits Kabbalah damn nicely. I'm just having trouble deciding which Holy Order name I like best, so I'll leave that up to Ninnius or Blackcat if they use this (which they totally should). I don't think there's anything for Utah jn Kabbalah proper right now and would totally support this being actually used in Kabbalah if our 500 GMs want to. A floating Utah full of militarized catholicized vaguely germanic mormons that send out young, strong and slightly retarded warriors on holy missions through portals is fucking great.

>>37081030
>joke character
It's an honest serious character, i also have a clear goal and that is to establish my real 4th reich

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Rolled 72, 70 = 142 (2d100)

>>37077859
>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: As hando lights up a cigarette he sees heinz and max and sees that each of em has killed a demon each too, he then looks to the demon and says "I am Hando the leader of the real 4th reich, There is a slight pause as he breathes out the smoke, Give me the city and i'll consider your offer"

>>37029577

Obligatory Cthuly Mythos Coming THrough!
>Name Ftangr , The Watcher
>Gender ????
>Age About 1 billion Years
>Race Eldritch Abomination
>Fluff Trough the endless cycles of the universe, one being birthed and dying, and another created to it's place, a ragtag band of survivors said no. THey were the last living members of a nigh omnipotent race , who in their pride refused to die with the end of their cycle. Through an unspeakable ritual, they managed to defy the mercilessness of time, and pass through the next universe. However, their ritual was no perfect.
Ftangr The Watcher Came into the Kabbalah know, but barely alive, close to death. He managed to land to a barely formed planet, falling into a slumber for millions of years to recover his power.
When he awoke, he expected that he would be on the peak of his might, ready to unite his scattered brother and rule this realm like gods, who had stood against time and space itself.
He was wrong
He awakened healed, but still weak, barely at the tiniest fraction of his power.Even a Lowly Mortal could best him. The universe was far more different than he remembered it. What had happened ? Ftangr Had no answers, and so the search begun, for his brothers and his lost power.

>>37081030
Let me be honest, I don't think the person playing Aya originally is even still around any more

Bump

Oh, this is a pleasant surprise. That's a lot of cool fluff - if Black cat and Ninnius are ok with it, I'd love to use that stuff. If it makes a difference, I like Saint-Warriors of the Thirteenth Apostle/Apocyphte. I'm gonna make a note of all this.

Hey, how long does it take for something to fall nine stories?

>>37090769
Depends on the air resistance. A feather can take up to a couple minutes, a bowling ball less than six seconds.

>>37090795
Thank you!

>>37068122
>68
Using what little momentum you have, you strike again at one demon's horns! She leans back after she sees what you're doing, but still, you manage to nick off the end of one of her horns! She falls on her back, massaging the injured spike, and growls something at you in a weird tongue.

Yuki gasps at the Oni's rude language! This gives plenty of time for the other one to deliver a chop to the blade of Yuki's naginata, sending Yuki off balance as the Oni pulls a fist back!

>76
You block the Oni's punch with your sword. However, you are knocked back with the surprising amount of strength contained in the punch, and crash into a crate of still fresh bottles of sake, lots of which break, spilling onto you!

The Oni who punched you springs over to the spilling sake, lapping it up with her long, demonic tongue, cupping it with her hands and saying, "Itadakimasu~!"

Kanada has gotten ahold of his Oni's horns, and she lies on the ground limp as a rag doll, but cursing all the same.

The one on the ground is getting back up on her feet, and Yuki gets her bearing again, her blade no longer wobbling that hard.

That Oni's licking the sake off your chest. Also, you feel kinda funny from all the sake you just finished coughing up.

>>37073113
You regain your balance and try to shrug the person off, but they cling tight against you, wrapping their firm arms around your neck! However, your arms are still free, so without further ado, you bid adieu (eh, too French) you chuck the bomb-dummy out the side of the building!

>96
The person on top of you frantically climbs on you in some futile attempt to catch the dummy, but it's too late. The dummy careens wildly before falling down, down, down...

You also lose your balance from the person climbing on top of you, and fall down on your stomach, your attacker falling back on to you.

>Cont.

>>37091289

>>37056107
>Rolled 8, 61 = HAHA, YOU THOUGHT I WOULD FORGET THIS ROLL?
You both spin towards each other, and to your surprise, you see a hard, wooden, cunt just a few inches in front of your face. It has little leaves spread around it.

Your attacker moans in defeat as she leans over to look at the window, muttering, "Nooooo, mah sistahs!"

You hear a KABOOMBLAMPOWIE! from the street below, and several people screaming and going, "Ay, ay, ay!"

The tree girl sinks into you, crying into your groin, shaking in despair.

>>37091315
Umm i'm confused now, thought that roll was already resolved.

>>37091352
Don't worry, it was.

>>37091418
So why did it come up twice?

Rolled 17, 35 = 52 (2d100)

>>37091518
>>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, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),957$,,tattered playing cards
>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.

Well comfort/capture the tree woman for interrogation I guess. Betting she's the secretary. Also grab any thing useful from the papers in the desk as well as the 9000$, but check for traps first.

Rolled 19, 50 = 69 (2d100)

My fluff grows stronger every day.
>>37091289
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in the holy order of the Saint-Warriors of the Thirteenth Apostles, or Apocyphtes, the result of the entirety of the Mormon Utah separating and walling itself off to form a magic-based, technology-ignoring militarized order based off largely Catholic practices. 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, Karoline, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys. Elias is about 5'11, and has pale but healthy-looking skin, deep blue eyes, and shining, short blonde hair with just the tiniest hints of stubble. He's much more lean and toned than anything, but nicely-muscled from years of training.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, 8,500 Yen
>Companions: 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. Get this demon off of us! Keep coordinating everyone as best we can to take down these drunken demons! They're already down to just two!

2. Shake off some of the effects of that alcohol. It's a bad plan to fight with our head not in the game, especially considering the state we were about two minutes ago...

>>37091575
Well this is going too suck.

>>37091694
We can feel together, Darius.

>>37091775
not much choice is there?

>>37091575
You're going to get molested.
>>37091597
So are you.

>>37078653
You lose even more of a grip on the memories of your time with those lepercorns. What are lepercorns? They seem interesting. Maybe you could go dance with them!

For now though, you ask people for directions to the High Road. People laugh at you once again, and one of them flicks cigarette ash into your eye, telling you to stop bothering them.

You huddle into the nice coat Niamh had lent you, and walk over to a man in a blue uniform. You ask him for directions to the High Road, and he tells you, "De 'igh road is al' de way over in Dublin, Ma'am. You're in Maynooth?"

He starts walking away while taking a drink from a bottle, swirling around a baton as he does so. You could still ask him something before he goes.

>>37091597
HAHAHAHAAHA

>>37092166
Please be gentle

New moon rising bump

>>37077174
The moose huffs, kicking the ground, then proceeds to charge at you! You try to determine how fast it's going, only for it to surprise you by being nearly on top of you! It brings down its antlers to gore you, but you roll underneath the beast and bring up your sword to strike at its right hindleg!

"RAWRAWRAWRAWRAWRAWGGHHH!" it roars as your blade cuts through some muscle. The beast charges over you, skidding to a halt as it starts turning back towards you. You notice that it's limping on the leg you struck! Also, it snorts fire out of its nose as it glares at you, pissed.

>>37083452
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-tobacco_movement_in_Nazi_Germany

>>37094473
Bro, you telling me this boss was hard enough a 100 wasn't enough to kill or severely injure it?

>>37094473
Do not question the 4th reich, besides these are neo nazis we're talking about not the real ones

>>37094836
Rolls aren't everything in this. You performed as well as you possibly could in that action, a 100 doesn't make you super-saiayn and a 1 doesn't make you a bumbling retard. GMs who use that are retarded.

>>37094900
But my guy is really strong. A 100 should have been enough to deal critical damage

>>37094928
>but my guy is really strong
Don't turn it into some freeform RP thing. Your character isn't some god of war or something m8, that's ridiculous. He performed excellently as a warrior, which he is, and did massive damage to the moose. Powerlevels aren't everything.

>>37095023
Well, he is half a war god?

>>37083452
You take out one of the cigs you had smuggled into prison, and light up. You turn back to the city to consider the Devil Lord's words. Max and Heinz have each taken out a demon themselves using guns, but their kills aren't nearly as impressive as your own. You admit that you're just better than most people.

You turn back to the Devil Lord, and respond with much smoke, "I am Hando, the leader of the REAL 4th Reich."

He nods, but you hold up a hand as you take another puff of nicotine. "...Give me the city and I'll consider your offer."

He says to you, "This city will be mine. But, there is a way we could share it."

He points to the city. "However, the people inside it are only worthy enough to be put to the sword, and the other one. You will have to take out its pathetic excuses for warriors as a show of allegiance to me."

He smiles at you again. "With scum such as that gone, we will be able to forge a new world, one that is pure and good."

>>37095598
>a literal devil lord declaring his intentions to reforge a pure and good world that the listener would love
>right after he genocides everyone

Hint: he's lying

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Rolled 50, 52 = 102 (2d100)

>>37095598
>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: As hand takes off his trench coat he says "Yeah no, i'll have to say no to that offer, you subhumans aren't to be trusted," (Throw the ciggarte at him and punch him in his fucking face and send him flying with the wíll of the reich)

>>37091775
>>37091787
I just imagined Darius and Elias holding hands as two monstergirls sit on their faces and go down on them.

>>37091575
You ignore your own hardening wood, and bring a hand down to her shoulder, and pat her some. "Uh, there, there!"

In response, the plant lady starts beating her fists against your legs. "It's all ya fault! My sisters still hafta be servin' dat monstah because of you!" she shouts frustratedly. She sits up, her firm, planty ass planting itself right on your face!

"Uhf mmphhhmmmmrrrhh!?" you shout. Tastes like coconut?

She goes for your revolver, and points it at your heart. "Now, wit dis, dey'll be free!"

Her finger twitches, meeting only air.

You holster your revolver, and shove the girl off. Getting up off the ground, you go over and pick up the paper sack full of money. You then turn to inspect the girl.

She's tan, has leafy green hair, wears a lei of bright, pink flowers, has breasts resembling coconuts, and a skirt made of palm leaves. The dryad glares at you, then looks around the room for something to hit you with, you presume.

While she's doing that, you pick up a sheet of paper with a pentagram symbol on it. It reads, "Ritual for Penis Enlargement." It has a list of steps to take in order to complete it.

>>37091597
You try to get out from underneath the demon woman, and try to grab her cute little horns. However, she sees what you're doing, and dodges out of the way, your hands instead landing on her impressive boobies! They're so firm yet fluffy what with that tigerfur covering them! The Oni pauses in surprise, then grins at you. Your hands linger on her jubblies for a bit, before you realize what you're doing and spring back, still trying to scramble out from underneath her. That alcohol is lowering your inhibitions, it would seem!

But somehow, in the heat of your attempt to get away, your body has somehow turned itself around. The demon plops down on you, and laughs in triumph.

>Cont.

>>37097527
Your face is buried in tiger fur and her electric blue bubble-butt.

What with you being occupied right now, you angle your head to where you can see Yuki holding up her naginata, poised to strike the Pink Oni, who's circling her predatorily with a hand raised to guard her horns.

Kanada places the ring of one of those knives he carries around onto the Lime Green Oni's horn, and stabs it into the floor with a yelp from the Oni. He looks over at you, whistles, then vanishes after pressing his hands together. Neat!

You feel your sake-soaked dick shoot up, the hard-on now free from your restraining pants. "Aaaah!" the demon coos as she strokes the shaft and tip with her smooth palm and thumb. She leans her head down to sniff the sake on it, and extends her tongue.

>captcha: DQuesto diestro
Hmm, reminds me of my previous username.

Rolled 26, 10 = 36 (2d100)

>>37097527
>>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, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),957$,,tattered playing cards
>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.

I am fairly certain whoever your "master" is he'd still make the serve and "service" him however well you did your job of sealing my death warrant. If you give me information on him I can kill him for you. After all he is involved in the murder of my family and kidnapping of my sister. So please put the pot down before I have to kill you. Also destroy that fucking ritual.

>>37097585
Of course.

>>37097527
Had to give the dice ideas, 13lack didn't you?

>>37094836
Man, you rolled a 100 on dodging. Be glad your dusty, armored form is so agile that it managed a feat like that.

Rolled 11, 31 = 42 (2d100)

>>37092166
Aya didn't have anything to ask. She instead quickly hurried towards this Dooblin. I'm running out imagination here.

>>37097764
Man all our rolls have sucked lately

>>37097764
Really? There could be a lead right under your nose. I bet that if you just looked down, you'd find something to ask about!

>>37097791
But whatever, Dooblin it is, I guess!

Rolled 57, 52 = 109 (2d100)

>>37097800
>>37097764
Well, uh....
Ask where Maynooth is I guess?

Rolled 88, 46 = 134 (2d100)

>>37097527
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in the holy order of the Saint-Warriors of the Thirteenth Apostle, or Apocyphtes, the result of the entirety of Mormon Utah separating and walling itself off to form a magic-based, technology-ignoring militarized order based off largely Catholic practices. 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, Karoline, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys. Elias is about 5'11, and has pale but healthy-looking skin, deep blue eyes, and shining, short blonde hair with just the tiniest hints of stubble. He's much more lean and toned than anything, but nicely-muscled from years of training.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, 8,500 Yen
>Companions: 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. OH GOD PRESERVE THERE'S A LITERAL, ACTUAL DEMON SEXUALLY ASSAULTING ME AND NOW YUKI'S PROBABLY SEEN MY HOLY SHAFT GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF WORRY ABOUT THE PANTS LATER JUST GET IT OFF

2. Aim for the horns to disable these demons and take them out, make a mental note to yell at Kanada later. We could REALLY use some extra help here, and me in particular. HINT HINT UMEKO OR KANADA OR YUMI OR EVEN THE MASKED FUCKING MAN GET HELP ME OUT PLEASE

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>>37098327
You hope, Oni are pretty strong, and you are drunk, and horny.

>>37098343
Elias isn't exactly weak himself. And he's filled with holy righteousness and desires to keep muh purity.

>>37098363
>He's much more lean and toned than anything, but nicely-muscled from years of training.

We shall see, sir underwear model

>>37098363
Still drunk, horny, in a spot with bad leverage, and easily distracted. Hope it turns out well though.

>>37098327
I hope Aya ass fucks you after seducing you into it.

>>37098457
Pretty long way between japan and Ireland. it'd also be the one time Elias rolls a nat 100 to resist.

>>37098385
>>37098386
>>37098457
Fuck all you guys, I'm going to make it back to Utah a virgin with all my platonic companions and you can't stop me.

>>37098497
Oh, you'll be a virgin. Your ass won't

>>37098497
>Fuck all you guys, I'm going to make it back to Utah with my harem and bros to add Karoline to it.
ftfy

>>37098497
Elias is the chat thread up?

>>37098497
Just not wanting you to get your hopes up. Looks like I'm either going to get raped by or shoot up a dryad.

>>37098509
Pretty sure unless he runs into someone gay he's pretty safe on that front.

>>37098525
Your google-fu is weak.

>>37098563
At least give me the channel

>>37098530
>Pretty sure unless he runs into someone gay he's pretty safe on that front.
Aya is a Futanari. I was saying this: >>37098457

>>37098801
Not on the same continents, one is in Ireland the other Japan. Darius would be closer to her than Elias, besides Elias might end up not a virgin if this goes poorly anyways.

>>37098801
No dicks allowed in the harem.
Except for maybe Kanada. He can join if he wants.

>>37098817
I don't know, Aya seems cuhrazy enough to get over there.

>>37098833
She with that line of logic end up by any of the other pcs as well.

>>37098845
Aya creates a harem out of all the PCs? SOLD!

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>>37098861
Umm no, Darius don't swing that way. She tries she gets shot. Besides non of the other pcs are her type. Males which are non-impregnatable.

>>37098892
>Implying you can beat Aya's seduction rolls
It's all she's ever rolled well

>>37098890
SWIGGITY SWOOTY I'MMA COMIN' FOR DAT WHITE BOOTY

>>37098909
Only need to roll high once, besides futa counts as supernatural.

>>37098934
>besides futa counts as supernatural.
wat
I thought it'd only be combat/fear rolls for that sort of thing anyway

>>37098922
She'll have to fight (ACTUAL SPOILERS) at least three romantic interests in elias's hilariously unknowing harem plus umeko and kanada if she wants some of dat pale blonde mormon booty

>>37098961
>Implying they won't join her harem instead
Seduction rolls nigga. She don't even need to roll to seduce

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>>37098992
H-how about you just stay in Ireland instead.

>>37099026
>>37099026
she be comin' fo yo booty son

>>37098992
>>37099026
Agreeing with Elias. No need for us to get in each other's way.

>>37099026
Pains my heart that even now there is anti-Irish sentiment across the world.

Tag your quests, people.

>>37099085
It's not a quest, or anything similar to it. It's also not /a/shit.

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Rolled 82, 87 = 169 (2d100)

>>37099043 >>37099039 >>37099026
>>37098992 >>37098961 >>37098956
>>37098934 >>37098922 >>37098909
>>37098892 >>37098890 >>37098861
>>37098845 >>37098833 >>37098821
>>37098817 >>37098801 >>37098530
>>37098509 >>37098497 >>37098457
This was funny to watch unfold. Should I get a trip or something though?

>>37099122
Your call aya

>>37099043
>Becoming a futa dicksleeve
>Getting in the way

>>37099347
She would be in the way for vengeance anon. Amnesiac can barely remember her own name. Stop trying to magical realm all the other players. That's the qm's job.

>>37099385
>Implying she wouldn't use her dick to impregnate your vengeance straight into them

>>37099396
Ok can you rewrite that sentence to make sense?

>>37099415
I'm saying that she'd fulfill your vengeance by getting them pregnant

I'm going to take a guess at what each PC playing right now wears -
>Aya - Nothing half the time, skimpy whatever the other half
>Elias - Skintight brown leather pants, Steel inscribed breastplate + gloves, belt + scabbard, boots, white cape, armband
>Darius - Black dress-y pants, White dress-y shirt, brown vest, duster, belt + revolver holder and ammo, hat
>Hando - Undershirt with Swastika imprint, leather jacket, black long pants, sneakers, black gloves
>Romulus - Full-body red armored plate including facemask, fur cape, belt

R8

>>37099440
Nope, eye for an eye, fang for a fang, life for a life. They die, not get fucked by a goddess.

>>37099454
Darius is about right except it isn't just a hat, it's a pimpin' cowboy hat. 8/10

>>37099454
I wasn't planning on him wearing skintight leather pants at the very beginning, but I see comedic potential for it. Literally skintight pants are go.
Also probably no cape.

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Rolled 84, 78 = 162 (2d100)

>>37099454
>>Aya - Nothing half the time, skimpy whatever the other half
Surprisingly Aya's only worn three things throughout the quest. A lead pipe, a catsuit, and what I like to envisage as something like pic related right now. Just on a woman, in women's sizes.
All the rest of the time it's been nude, which has been the H-Scenes, dancing and waking up after the Lepercorns, which probably was about half writing-wise, less so in actual time I think.

I'd say you're right about the Lead pipe being skimpy, but most of the outfits Aya's been wearing have been pretty full covering I'd say. Still doesn't wear shoes though.

4/10.

>>37096803
You shrug off your bloodied trenchcoat, and say, "Yeah, no. I'll have to say no to that offer, you subhumans aren't to be trusted."

"Well, I'd consider myself to be more of a dom-" he is interrupted when you throw your cigarette at him, and lash out with a fist, throwing behind it all of the righteous fury of the Reich you can muster!

"-and I'm not exactly a human anymore, I've transcended from that long ago. Like, last week, was it?" the Devil Lord says as he lowers your caught fist with his hand, bringing the other one up to take your cigarette out of his mouth. He exhales some smoke from his mouth, and says, "Oh my, an indirect kiss! How lewd~"

The Devil Lord shoves you away, sending you tumbling backwards. After you stop, you bring yourself up on one knee.

"That's a good position for you to be taking, Hando. If you feel the need to continue this fight, I feel I should warn you: I am protected by canon. You could not hope to defeat I, Slab Bulkhead. With the protection of Fate on my side, the only way you have of surviving this encounter is to either run away, or keep kneeling. Though, there is the chance you could harm me, but that would take a 100. And what are the chances of that happening?" the Devil Lord laughs. "My offer still stands. Help me clear out the vermin from this world, and usher in the rule of the strongest! Only then may my sister be safe and free to do as she pleases..."

>>37100761
woops

>>37100761
RUN HANDO. YOU CANNOT HOPE TO DEFEAT THIS [TUTORIAL FIGHT] AS YOU ARE! YOU MUST TRAIN LONG AND HARD ON THE MOUNTAINS OF U'TAH TO DEFEAT THE DEVIL LORD, [SLAB BULKHEAD], AND SAVE THE WORLD!

Bumping with OFFICIAL DONG SIZE CHART from largest to smallest
Aya - 12 inches, or one foot, because of course the fucking hermaphrodite is bigger than everybody else.
Romulus - ??? Because mysteruh man. Who knows?
Elias & Darius - 7.5 Inches Because respectively, HOLY SHAFT and chaste LG paladins are never small, and because the huge balls required to be a Spaghetti western-type character mandate it.
Hando - 5 Inches Because political radicals are always compensating for something. Maybe the Fuhrer himself can share his penis-enlargement techniques with him.
Lorenth - 3 Inches Because I said so.
No one is currently not in possession of a dong.

>>37102122
Aya's dick shifts size actually. Think it went up to 25 Inches before?

>>37102122
>>37102137
This changes nothing.

Elias's dong size could become a point since he's in Nipland, the country of smalldongs.

>>37102147
>antics involving skintight leather pants and bulges

s-stop it boner
i'm not gay

>>37099454
>Skintight brown leather pants,
Black would fit more what with him being a Mormon.

>>37102168
It's not gay to like dudes so long as you like women.

>>37102189
Well, they're catholicized militarized holy order knight mormons. Black is also very david bowie-ish, while brown is more knight-like.

>>37102168
>>37102197
Skintight pants are just attractive as fuck in general. Shows off the best of both sides.

>>37102213
>Well, they're catholicized militarized holy order knight mormons
Mormons disapprove of Catholicism, so I bet they would take some liberties with their Holy Orders.

>>37102504
Holy orders themselves are very Catholic. Obviously there's still some mormon stuff in there but they've clearly merged a bunch of Catholic doctrine in for whatever readon. Bunch of fluff was written last night up here >>37081566. About the pants though, brown still a best. Looks better and makes more sense.

>>37085101
And 24h not a single GM replied. Did I do something wrong ?

>>37102638
We have plans for the Cthulu Mythos. Or rather, we don't know what to do with that, so we're putting it off for another day as a potential source of big bad final bosses for QMs to use. Ireland has been corrupted lots by Elder Gods/Mods.

>>37102657
Oh, okay. Would be less of a problem I I play a Cthulhu Corrupted character instead of a powered down eldritch abomination ?

>>37102706
Shoot.

Name : Mira Judicium
Gender: Female
Race: Human (corrupted)
Age: 18
Fluff: Mira was the single daughter of a powerful summoner, that sought a way to find beings capable of Fighting off the demons. Digging deep into Eldritch Lore, with the help if his loving Daughter, he managed to find in an ancient ritual to summon such being. Feeling pride in his accomplishment, he immediately used it with Mira's help.

He had forgotten the first rule of summoning. Do not call up that which you cannot call down. Something came out of the portal, killing Mira's father and gravely wounding Her. Barely alive, she realized her body started to mutate as the foul energies started to transform her. What Mira is Now is something not even she knows. She looks like human but....something strange is insider, something coming when she needs it and is horrible and powerful . She now wanders the world , searching for answers and avoiding both demons and the Church, that both want to capture her for their own reasons

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Rolled 13, 28 = 41 (2d100)

>>37100761
>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: "Well you can take the city yourself, But i'm not gonna serve scum like you", Men this battle we can't win, so let's retreat hando says in a calm manner.
Action 2: As hando starts walking away with max and heinz (and the other if they decide to follow) he turns around and shouts to the demon lord. "I'll be back you fucking bastard" hando then shoots his gun at the demon lord

>>37103810
Durza showing wisdom what is th- oh there we go.

>>37103872
If i don't shoot the fuck how am i supposed to keep my pride

>>37103893
I suppose you are compensating for something after all then. Hope you're ready for a demon lord to kick you shit in. Of course this is provided you can shoot straight.

>>37102834
I like that much better! However, you're going to have to ask Orodnon/Ninnius to help you complete your character and give you a starting position. Because I'm lazy.

>>37097764
Before you go, you ask the officer, "Where's Mayn- Where's Dooblin?"

"30 kilos East of here," he shouts, walking off.

You start heading towards the East. Is that the East? Who knows.

You swing your lead pipe around like a marching baton, then batting it on your hand like a regular baton, then looking through it like a telescope, then talking through it to augment your voice. As you continue to play with the lead pipe, you note that you didn't have anything else to ask that officer. Nary a thing to bring up. Not at all. Nothing in your head piped up at the time, so you continue onwards down the street, away from the officer.

You walk outside of the city limits, and walk alongside a highway. Several cars pass by you.

Rolled 62, 3 = 65 (2d100)

>>37104169
Shit. I was supposed to ask him about the pipe? Darn. I'm terrible at playing investigator.

Guess if I can, I'll march right back there and ask him about that pipe.

If I can't, guess I'll try and hitch a ride to Dublin and the high road

Bump

>>37097585
You tear the paper into shreds, scattering them to the wind. The pieces flow out of the building over the dryad's head, who has found a pile of glass shards.

"I am fairly certain that your 'master' would still make your sisters serve him even if I die here," you say. She shakes her head and pounds a wooden fist on the floor, growling at you. "If you give me information on him I can kill him for you, if you'd like. After all-"

"You wanna hea dakine!?" she yells, going over to grab the vacant flower pot. "Well, clean out ya eahs den. Hu'a has my family in his clutches, and I no let what happen wen to my older sisters happen to dem as well!"

She lifts the flower pot over her head and turns toward you. You think you can hear screaming coming from outside.

Rolled 85, 94 = 179 (2d100)

>>37107368
>>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, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),957$,,tattered playing cards
>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.

1. He killed my family and sees you and yours as nothing more than fuckable fodder, Either calm down and come with me or try to kill me, I don't have time for this.

2. Depending on her reactions either start heading down or shoot her.

More shit rolls now!

>>37107452
Rolls are good, brah. Makes me small kine glad it's goin' dakine it is.

>>37107512
Well for once I didn't roll shittily, seems I only roll well when I have the possibility of killing someone. No offense but I did not understand half of what plant lady said. Or you for that matter. I'll add the $9k to my sheet after I can check it for magic, and ink packs thoroughly.

>>37107567
No no dakine? Fo' shame, brah.

>>37107567
It's because she's black

>>37107624
Hawaiians are black?

>>37107609
Still over my head.

>>37107624
That spoiler mad me laugh for some reason.

>>37107642
No they're.... Uh....
Fuck, what are Hawaiians? Aboriginals? Native Americans? Damn.

>>37107703
They're swollen Mexicans
This is a joke.

Rolled 23, 21 = 44 (2d100)

>>37094473
>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; This strange metal beast is sinful in which it opposes a servant of my lord. I muss call upon my sponsors powers to assist my in this battle. I will attempt to use my gladius to hit it as hard as I can on one of its antlers, throwing it off balance before taking my spear blade point and shoving it through its eye and hopefully into its brain. If that is not enough, I'll jump back and skirt around it, looking to disable another leg

Bumping for japanese monstergirls and Ninnius's hopeful return soon.

>>37102834
Bumbing for approval

>>37111231
>avoiding both demons and the church
Uh, you know this is modern fantasy, right? There is no singular or powerful church. I guess you could take our newly-formed Mormon Holy order as the 'church' but they're self-sustaining and independent and only interact with the outside world through occasional champions they send to spread justice and the good word and bring back people, demon-hunting secondary.

>>37111394
Rome did get taken over by the undead, so theoretically, old religious agencies could still be running around.

>>37111394
Wouldn't in that case the church be awfully interested in the first human surviving Eldritch Abomination Contact as a weapon to be used against demons or an experiment ?

>>37111617
Well, maybe the remaining Catholics. I doubt the Mormons would want anything that's not both human and Mormon in floating-Utah, or want anything to do with demons or eldritch stuff.

>>37111617
Depends on which sect of the church, some moght want you as a weapon, others to emulate you to fuck up demons, others still to drop your ass as an affront to god. Most of them won't take your health or sanity into account.

>>37111834
>>37111909
Changing it to "Churches " In that case, thanks for the feedback. She won't be an Edgelady btw, most of the time she has no idea what she's doing and is quite scared of demons and all that. The only thing she wants is people stop hunting her and find a way to fix her condition

>>37112114
Sounds good. Just avoid manifesting you taint around churches, paladins and demon slayers.

>>37098314
Oh, jeez, oh, jam! Oh, my, oh, man! Oh, dang, oh, damn! This is NOT GOOD!

You try to settle yourself down from the imminent fellatio, filling both your heads with thoughts of how Karoline's waiting for you back in Ut'ah, and how your loyal and devoted friend Yuki is standing right over there with her sharp naginata. You steel yourself for the inevitable, resolving to enjoy this as little as a man possibly can. A long, wet tongue slides up your shaft for just an instant, and recoils just as fast!

"HHSSSSS! AAACK! BLEEECH! ptoo! ptoo! ptooie!" the Oni hisses as she rears back onto you, the irony of that statement not lost upon you, pressing ever so hard against your face as it is, and she starts sputtering out something that didn't sit right with her. She wipes her tongue on the back of her hand, and keeps spitting something out.

Seeing an opportunity, you reach out and grab her two horns before she can react!

She shrieks in surprise, and sinks onto you, her arms falling limp at her side. You twist her head to the side, finally getting the demon off of you. You get up on two knees as you hold on to her, and realize that the fly to your leather pants is still undone. It's hard to imagine how you could deal with that and the Oni at the same time, but it's also hard to imagine how Yuki and Kanada would react if they saw you like this (Well, hard to imagine them not BONKing you on the head and laughing at you respectively). Speaking of which, is it glowing!?

Nah, must've been a trick of the light just then...

>>37112668
>fly
>leather pants
They just straight-up pulled down.

>>37112756
Oh, sorry, your highness! I'll be sure to make the leather pants fit your exact expectations the next time I mention them!

>>37112796
You better, slave ;^)

This is of utmost importance

>>37110557
Well, I'm back home and the like.
But, uh, kinda sleepy yunno? And I kinda have Lorenth's character to deal with first... and I'm really not sure I can do that sleepy.

Still, magnificent job in my absence everyone. Really digging the Mormon Order, wonder what they think of our Lord Baby Jesus and moreover his blessings.

As for >>37102834 I'll give that a crack too. I'm alas still pretty unversed in Cthuluey mythos, having only ever read a few short stories. Like, the first three of the book? Niggerman best character.

Point being I'm not really sure I can do a character centered around that justice. Since you've switched to a more lowkey mutatey chick... well I should be able to do strange internal horrors adequately I hope.

In lieu of earlier discussion I think it would be wise to get a quick check of players' thoughts on their character meeting other PC's. Not that saying you are interested means you will or that saying you're not means you won't if the GM's believe it to be a good direction in story.

It just means we'll know in advance that you didn't want it.