>>37161935

You sigh as you head to your school locker, still considering what you're going to tell your parents about the results of the biology test. It's not even like it counts for anything, it was just a casual one so you could see how much you knew... Man, you dislike biology class though, the syllabus is so dull - biodiversity and conservation occupies most of it, how they hell is that relevant when you're in your last year of school? If they wanted to stress the importance of not making animals go extinct they should have done it when biology was compulsory for fucks sake.

You unlock the locker door and fish our your stuff, quickly flipping your shirt off as you start to wind the bandages around you.

Still, you console yourself, at least it won't really matter what your parents think of it. Your grades are still more than adequate to get into med school like they want. They'll just be watching you like a hawk for a bit.

You hear footsteps.

"Ayyyyyy, look who it!" comes a bold voice, "If it ain't little ol' bandage boy!"

Jeers accompany this and you turn to see your three bullies, archenemies for your long time at high school.

"Better wrap those up nice an' tight, hold you together after we're done with you."

You sigh and finish wrapping yourself up, a couple safety pins holding everything in place before putting your shirt back on. You'll have to do your face after dealing with The Trio.

>>37162020

Well it certainly wouldn't do to fib in the vague hope they wouldn't check.

"N-no. But I've, uh, made a breakthrough, an important one! The possible consequences are potentially terrible for me, perhaps even reality itself!"

>11
The woman simply fixes you with a steely glare, one eyebrow raised.
"Young lady, I highly doubt that is the case." she says with a clipped scottish accent, "Though I am more than inclined to believe you have some form of magical accident on your hands I fail to see why we should be of any assistance. We keep a low profile here and we have maintained it in part through NOT becoming involved with that sort of thing."
"I- No, please look, it's not that simple! If I could please just have a few moments to speak to Mr Penrose... My father spoke highly of his advice-"
"Your father? And who might that be?"
"Samuel Judicium."

>38
She fixes you with a wry smile.
"Ah, the... enthusiast. Yes, I have no doubt he did speak highly of Mr Penrose. He is, afterall, one of this country's finest practitioners."
"Yes, indeed we are self-taught. I would ask that you do not belittle my father's passions like that." you reply icily. Your stomach tightens.
"Well I suppose he might spare you a few minutes. But he's a very busy man, you'll probably have to wait for a few hours until he can see you." she relents, gesturing towards a row of faded chairs along one side of the hallway.
"Thank you."

With this she turns and saunters off, presumably to alert Mr Penrose. You cross to the seats and lean your pack against the wall before sitting. You tilt your head back, eyes shut as you prepare to wait. Who knows how long that woman will keep you before you can finally meet him.

Still, you consider today's events. You're a lot closer to your goal than you were this morning. Now, how to occupy yourself in the meantime...

>>37162023

>46
The dryad's face splits with anguish and there is a thud as she discards the shield, bring her hands up to cover her face. You move to put a hand on her shoulder and then the shocked faces of pedestrians around you penetrate your attention.

"C'mon, we gotta move." you growl in a low voice, steering her back the way you came. You dimly hear a siren in the distance. "We can't stick around this mess, too many questions, not to mention the fact you're not exactly an everyday occurrence. We need to grab your sister from the lobby and hightail it back to my room at an inn."

The dryad doesn't reply but she starts hurrying beside you and uncovers her face, shrugging her shoulder to disengage your hand. People start to form a crowd so you take the lead, shoving your way through and breaking into a run. The pair of you leap back through the window to find her sister looking around with a lost expression that clears when she spots your companion, running to wrap her in a leafy hug.

"Apane, I be so glad you are safe..."
"Lilo... Da bad man still got Ona an' Noelani!"
"Look," you say interrupting, "Can you guys speak plain english? I'm having far too much trouble understanding you both and we don't have the time to be messing about."

They turn to face you, the one seemingly called Lilo fixing you with a cold stare.

"Yes, we can. The bastard who had us working for him made sure we learnt it. Perhaps you can imagine our reluctance."

You hear the sirens getting louder.

"I already said, this isn't the time. Now come on!"

You stride past them and out through the doors, hailing a nearby taxi. You get in and when his eyes widen at the sight of the dryads following you just simply fish out your pistol and hold it to him.

"Just take us where we need to get to."

>(Cont.)

>>37200350

He shuts his mouth and resolutely turns to face the front again as the dryads bundle in beside you and the journey back is largely silent, the pair beside you murmuring and holding each other tight. You pay the driver the fare and quickly shuttle everyone to your room, locking it behind you.

> -$12 for the fare

Now that you have a spare moment you strip off your shirt and head to the bathroom to deal with that shoulder wound.

>37
You hiss between clenched teeth as you douse it with the cheap alcohol you'd nabbed from that guy you popped in the desert, brushing it carefully with your fingers to get any debris out. With that done you return and sit down on the bed, ignoring the looks the dryads are giving you as you try to muster the energy for the simply healing spell you need.

Alas between all the intense activities of the day and what you put into the bullets to take down that possessed you're too tired and only manage to numb the pain slightly.

You look up to see Lilo looking at you, her sister just beside her.

"I can help" she says simply.

>>37162338

You rush to the scene shouting as you go despite not quite seeing what the situation is.

>21
"HARK YE RUFFIANS. CEASE YOUR HARASSMENT OF YOUR ELDER AT ONCE. I demand you first answer this short questionnaire, and then immediately give up your elder-harassing ways!"

As you round the corner you feel a little silly since you find that it is in fact only one aggressor. You breath catches as you take stock of him - a strange figure, quite tall and seemingly covered in bundled straw. He turns to face you, taking his foot off the old man to stand firm. A reedy hissing sound breaks out and you realise he's laughing at you.

"Demaaaand, dooo youuu?"

As you examine his face you notice that's curiously flat, covered in woven straw this time. An upturned moustache made from intertwined strands starts from where his mouth would be and finished above the eyes. The eyes... look like they're real, not just cut outs as you'd assumed but actually part of the straw visage...

"Youuuu're noooo betteeeerr than theee reessst of theeeeem!"

And he turns his head and spits at the old man. Whereupon you notice that there's nothing behind that mask, or rather, the mask IS his head. You seem to be facing off some kinda straw monst-

WAIT, THAT HEAD LOOKS ODDLY LIKE A SANDAL.

>99
With your background thoughts slowly putting two and two together you charge forward and shoulder barge the creature, knocking him far from the old man as it tumbles around. You stagger slightly, it was a lot lighter than you'd been expecting (probably since it's made of straw) but you steady yourself and turn to help the old man up off the floor.

He wobbles uneasily as you help dust him down and speaks out in a quavering voice, alarm in his eyes.

"Be careful of that Bakezoori! It is a strong one!"

You ready your broadsword as you turn to see your foe picking himself up, beady eyes narrowing.

>>37162487

"Nothing." you reply in a silky smooth tone, "I was simply wandering the land. It was by chance that I have encountered you."

The being snorts in dry amusement.

"What and who are you?" you say.

>55, 59
"First you want nothing, now you want answers." You open you mouth to object but he holds up a hand and continues, "I am demonkind. I am known by many as Prime 5 under the guidance of Imphtulgryip, Flayer of Souls. To others I am Alzariul of the Searing Flame."
"Searing flame? Is this your doing then?" you reply neutrally, casting you arm to the side. He gives a throaty chuckle.
"Well I don't mean to boast..." he replies before inhaling deeply, smog coursing towards him, "Aaarhhhhh.... Like nectar to my lungs."

You feel your shattered cuboids ripple in revulsion. That a creature could take such pleasure in this smoke which even now blurs and distorts the clarity of your vision. You feel regret that you do not possess your scythe with which to cut away this choking gas but it had been nowhere to be seen upon your revival. You recall The Silent Voice having clawed it from your grasp before everything had gone dark.

>>37168237

Without waiting to give him time to ready himself you take the initiative, dashing forwards and swinging your gladius at the ground in an effort to fling dirt into his eyes.

>4
Unfortunately you feel a wrench at your shoulder as the blade sticks in the ground and you stop to try and wrest it from its position. Gripping it with both hands you pull back on it, feeling it give slightly.

From your side you hear the Retiarius laughing gutturally.

"So eager to begin are you? Then I best not keep you waiting."

The crowd roars and you hear laughter coming from all around, derisive cackling that it is. With a jolt you retrieve your sword and step back to regain your balance, turning to see him toss the net.

>16
You instinctively bring your gladius up to parry but it simply slips through the net which drags you to the floor with its weight. It seems it's made up of fine chains rather than rope. You scurry to the side to try to slip out only to find the weights are pointed and have buried themselves in the ground, resistant to your tugging.

"And what do you know, but the match has barely even started and Romulus is already trapped like a cat in a bag!"

>>37168882

>9
You try to assemble hunting parties but get bogged down with it as you try to persuade your prison comrades that they can't all do it. You eventually manage to convince them that there are plenty of other tasks that are equally engaging and by nightfall you've finally got them sorted out, alas too late for them to begin.

You have a bunch of camping lamps that your men looted and use these to illuminate the main chamber near the mouth of the cave system.

>74
With little else to do after eating rations your people set about making the cave more habitable. This predominantly takes the form of arranging your supplies neatly, setting up the tents to afford privacy, rolling out the sleeping equipment you brought and getting a form of canteen going.

There's far fewer sleeping bags than people so many are forced to share. You hardy men from the prison are comfortable using the bivvy bags which alleviates the issue.

Having set up a system for squads to rotate out on watch duty you settle down to sleep yourself.

---

You strolling through darkness with purpose. It comes as a surprise but you feel like you know the way even without sight. Standing tall and proud you idly look around. Out of the corner of your eye you see something and turn to find an eye in the darkness, staring at you mistily. Soon more appear all around you, blinking into existence and fixing you with a strong and dreamy gaze.

You'd recognise those eyes anywhere, it's that damned demon lord. With frustration you lash out at them but you they only swim around your outstretched hand as you thrash it around.

You let out a roar of frustration but only hear a satisfied hum of content, mingled slightly with desire emanate from the depths-

You awaken with a start, eyes wide open. Calming you take stock of the cave you're in and the shafts of light drifting through from the mouth. Right. Of course.

You get up and get ready for the day ahead.

Rolled 26, 24 = 50 (2d100)

>>37200377
>>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 (Geryon), pimpin' cowboy hat, 945$,,tattered playing cards, bag of $9k
>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. Do it need to be healthy and with all the magic flying around i'll need to be at my best.

2. Makes sure there's no way to track the money in the sack.


You watch the Heratek quest Ninnus?

>>37170238

"I... There's all these different people in my head all thinking different things and it's so confusing who I am... Please, please help me," you sob, "I want to think straight, remember, I can't stand this anymo-"

"Shhh...." Niamh says, pressing a finger to your lips, "I think I might be able to help you."

You manage to calm down a bit.

"I... I can try to taste your soul and see what it says. It will be a bit like that first time we kissed. I don't know how dangerous this will be but you were fine the other time, so..."

"Yes. Do it." you reply assertively, already leaning in for the kiss.

"No, lie down for this." she says and you do so, resting your head against the pillow as she straddles. She cradles your head in her hands as she leans down to kiss you and you feel that cold numbing sensation again as it emanates down through your body. Your eyes glaze over and your mind clouds, there's a ringing sensation in your ears that's getting louder and your vision is going dark-

---

You come to, warm and snug. You open your eyes to find yourself face to face with Niamh's chest as it gently rises and falls. You consider whether you should wake her and see if she succeeded or let her sleep for now, and how you should wake her if you were going to...

>>37200432
>You watch the Heratek quest Ninnus?
Why, whatever gave you that impression?

Rolled 15, 78 = 93 (2d100)

>>37200388
>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.

Yay, you're alive.

1. Get this elderly man out of harm's way for the moment! Ensuring his safety is crucial before we can do anything else. I don't want him caught in any crossfire.

2. Disable this large shoe-demon-bakazoozoo thing, hopefully not hurting it. I have no clue what is going on right now and I fully intend to pin this bigheaded shoe down and find out! Also, there's a substantial reward on safe return of it, which suddenly makes sense!

>>37200453
Could of sworn I saw an anon saying he was being immortalized as a melta lover. Also my luck appears to be shit today.

>>37200456
>high rolls to take sandalman out
>low rolls to protect the innocent old man

I don't approve of this

>Yay, you're alive.

Indeed, let's see how much I can write tonight before I get too bogged down by the quests that are running.

>>37200471
My googledocs name is Fiddlekins

>>37200479
Better than 2 low rolls, you smitebot. Kidding, mostly.

>>37200487
Well I know at least two quests you watch are up Heretek and Pokémon ssq.

>>37200509
>Well I know at least two quests you watch are up Heretek and Pokémon ssq.
Oh yeah? WELL I GUESS THE SAME COULD BE SAID FOR YOU
On that note, mild delay, Herald wants me to fix his period whimsicott drawing...

>>37200536
Yeah is saw, I was going to point it out but I didn't want to delay the quest. Oh well now.
Before the mod cracked down on Mage's guild threads you'd see me there when I forgot to erase trip.

>>37200572
Oh, so you're whatsisname, thingamajing... Tip of my tongue... Started with an s...?

>>37200594
Yes

Rolled 27, 17 = 44 (2d100)

>>37200322
>Name : Mira Judicium
Gender: Female
Race: Human (corrupted)

Age: 18

Fluff: Too long. Girl Corrupted by an Eldritch summon that killed her daddy and mutated her. Currently trying to find a way to get it out
>Equipment: Moon pendant, Large rucksack, Tent, rollable foam mattress, sleeping bag, trangia and a bottle of methylated spirits, sensible walking gear (boots, gaiters, waterproof coat, comfortable clothes), a ceremonial dagger, spare clothes and your spellbook wrapped in a binliner to keep them dry and as many packets of dried food as you can cram in. Noodles, couscous, preserved meat, nuts etc, map, compass, manor house key

>Spells: Magic attack, Fire attack, Wall of Force, Blink, Vanish, Banishment ray, Magelight

>Special Abilities: [More than meets the eye] - Harboured within yourself is something strange and powerful. You can call upon it when you want to but it will be more likely to manifest by itself the greater physical or mental strain you experience.

>Bonus: [Well-bred] - You are the daughter of a wealthy family that can trace its illustrious history far back. As such you have been brought up with proper manners and speech. +10 when speaking to upper class people, -5 when speaking to the rough and ready.
1-2 Pick Up our Spellbook and Memorize our Spells, so we can quickly cast them in a time of need without having to check it, making it easier to cast them into combat (i dunno where this helps or not, i suppose some kind of bonus the first time we cast these spells for the first time ?)

>>37200804
So far only Elias has had even halfway decent rolls.

>>37200432

"Do it." you say brusquely as you remove your hand from the wound, offering it to her.
"This... may be uncomfortable. Dryad healing isn't meant for humans."
"I can deal with discomfort. I need to be healthy to handle all this magic flying around." you reply, gritting your teeth in anticipation.

>26
She places her hands on your shoulder, wrapping her wooden fingers around to hold it steady before murmuring softly. You feel movement in your wound, almost like something is wriggling... Craning your head to look at it you find thing green tendrils rising from between Lilo's hands-

Oh. So that's what she meant. Well, so long as that's not permanent... Becoming part plant isn't something you're particularly interested in.

The wriggling intensifies and suddenly searing pain erupts from the wound and you stare as the green shoots grow leaves which turn black and fall off.

You stand corrected. THAT was what you meant.

You hiss, breathing fast and shallowly and the pain eases into a throbbing ache as Lilo ceases her murmuring and removes her hands.

"It is done."

You survey the wound. The shoots protrude s little from it and there are tendrils that wrap around the area, holding it tightly shut. You experimentally prod one of the shoots.

"The black leaves have taken away the badness. The remaining sprout will absorb ambient mana and heal it."
"They're not going to be there after it's healed are they?"
"It is highly unlikely."

Right.

>(Cont.)

>>37201846

Sighing you thank her and turn your attention to that sack of money you nabbed. Best to make sure there's nothing that will lead people to it, tracking device in the bottom of the sack would be a bugger to deal with.

>24
You sift around the bag but find nothing untoward inside, just what appears to be ordinary notes in an ordinary bag. If there's any magic on it you can't detect it.

With a shrug you set it back down and turn to the two dryads who stop talking and meet your attention.

What do you plan to ask them?

Rolled 91, 94 + 20 = 205 (2d100 + 20)

>>37200402
>>37201867

Yo im back

>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.

>Equipment: The scythe of passion. A mokn shaped sword 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.

Beat him down for desecrating the land and its passion. Then interrogate him.

>>37200456

>15
You decide it's best to get the old man out of harm's way before proceeding but as you look around you see that there's nowhere for him to hide but the huts.

"Take shelter if you can." you say over your shoulder to him.
"Can barely hold myself upright, young man. No, I think I'll stand and watch."

You sigh, hopefully nothing untoward happens to him. You draw your attentions back to this shoe-demon thing which is now flexing it straw arms in anticipation. The reward was for the safe return of the sandals and, whilst this might not be quite what the owner had in mind, it's still your duty to return it in one piece.

>78
"I wish to speak to you!" you call out to it but it only replies with that thin reedy laugh.

Sighing you heft your sword to bear and advance towards him slowly.

"C'mon, don't be like that..."

He lunges for you but you sidestep, foot outstretched only for his leg to brush across it, not wavering in step. Damn straw and its flexibility. You turn only for him to bat you aside with another strawpaw, staggering backwards as you regain your balance but fortunately he's left himself wide open and you bear down on him, deflecting a swipe with the flat of your broadsword as you bring your knee into its side only for it to have little effect.

"Look, either stop or I start using the edge of my blade!" you say and you see it waver before it stands back into a fighting stance, "No? Hard way is it?"

He responds by charging at you, fists raised.

>>37201867
>>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 (Geryon), pimpin' cowboy hat, 945$,,tattered playing cards, bag of $9k
>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.

Did you here any distinctive voices? What did they look like? What kind of magic did they use? Do you remember any locations they had you at? Did they ever take "samples" of you(sympathetic magic tracking)? Did they ever talk about anything in their organization? Do you have anything of your sisters(might be able to find a hedge mage to trace it if it's fresh enough)

>>37203015
Link to your own post man.

>>37200509
>smitebot
>saved four demons from cruel fates at this point
>turned the other cheek so hard as to convince a group of literal demons to cooperate and work with humans right after having sexually assaulted him
if anything he's rapidly approaching jesus-tier levels of stupid good NGness
>>37203015
>control anyone in the world's mind without a thought or change anything about them
>able to destroy anything in the known universe without a thought
>including the fucking CONCEPT OF LIFE AND DEATH
>half-angel half-demon
>literally the most powerful omnipotent being in the universe nothingcaneverhopetostandagainsthim lol
is this a joke
you're actually coldsteel-tier

>>37200377
I thought her name was Mana?

>>37203822
Was a joke anoon

Rolled 49, 90 = 139 (2d100)

>>37203810
>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. Make an active effort not to hurt shoeman, but just disable him somehow and force him to talk to us.

2. Try and call for someone nearby to go get my companions, I shouldn't have any trouble holding him down if one of them was here!

>>37203827
Lilo you mean? As far as I can tell she was never given a name before

>>37203901
http://hastebin.com/raw/otajoqekon
Oh well, Lilo's good too.

>>37203924
>link
Ahshit, I knew it. That's what I get for skim re-reading that as a reminder of the other names. Oh well, at least there's no potential confusion.

>>37203822
You only say that because Mira has not Gone Full Eldritch yet. In the world of Kabbalah , such things are commonplace

>>37203960
Well, there's nothing wrong with Lilo, other than that I'm going to be reminded of a Disney movie a whole lot. Could interfere with lewd thoughts.

>>37204010
That's where I got the name... It was the first hawaiian one I could think of.

Not actual plotspoiler: Lilo is secretly the one from the film, that weird jubbly alien guy experimented on her too!

>>37204055
That's dumb.

>>37204079
That's why it's not actually the case.

>>37204055
>>37204079
'cuz her parents died, y'know? How is she gonna have three little sisters?

>>37204101
It's easy when you have alien science and no morals!

>>37204147
Ah, so she's their mother as well as their sister?

>>37204162
They're actually clones of her

>>37204248
You could say that about any tree. Lilo's probably a clone of her mother/sister as well.

>>37204248
>>37204288
Well I might have needed to save that alcohol.

Rolled 41, 78 = 119 (2d100)

>>37200431
>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. battleaxe
>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: Train all male civies in combat
Action 2: Hunt for food

Rolled 30, 72 = 102 (2d100)

>>37200417
>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; Get a good grip on the net and wait for him to get close. When he goes to hit me with the trident, side step it and get him caught in the net as well, or at least get the trident away from him so he'll have to resort to his knife.

>>37204966
Why do you do that 1-2 thing, just list out two separate actions.

>>37205439
They are signifting that thats both their actions so apply both rolls.

>>37205439
>>37205500
I imagine the QM finds it a lot easier to write with them made distict

>>37205565
Yeah but by putting 1-2 it didtinguishes that this one thing is bith your actions so do what you will QM

>>37205646
If I was QM I'd find it easier to have them separate so that the rolls can be applied to the relevant part more readily. If you think about it rolling twice for a single action makes little sense.

What does the character do, attempt it twice in a row?

>>37205700
Basically a reroll if we fail.

>>37205646
I remember that when Ash did that in the past and rolled a 100 on dodging, he got really mad that dodging really well wasn't enough to slay the Dire Moose. Maybe that 1-2 thing is the reason? Oh well, he should make his actions and rolls more distinct.

>>37205731
Which is kinda bullshit, you can't really just go round saying you'll be double lucky on actions.

>>37205735
Yeah, that may be why

>>37205761
It's bit me in the ass before but its basically full concentration.

>>37203960
Forgot to ask did I need to roll for questions?

>>37205820
Nah, though if you had I guess I'd have just varied how informative they were based on the rolls?

Weighing in on the combined actions discussion, I do indeed find it easier to write two clear distinct ones. Combined actions can often be split down into separate ones which is how I tend to handle them, and then I have to work out where to draw the line.

>>37206047
Do i have wings?

>>37206085
I dunno, do you?

>>37206085
No, they got torn off in the war.

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>>37206104
>>37206130
I like what anon said. Lets limit my marysueness and say they were torn off so brutally by the silent voice it will take some power to grow back pic related wings. I can get em back once i absorb power from something.

I keep having this vision that my guy is like a naked version of pic related.

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>>37206284
>let's limit my marysueness
First off all, why would you openly admit or WANT to be a mary sue? It's not a fucking good thing.
>by having no wings
>but I can still keep my powers to mindcontrol literally anyone ever and destroy all of life and death and anything to ever exist in the universe
>also we can get our wings back with a tiny amount of power

>>37206388
Well, people don't really feel that passionate about anything these days. It's the end of days, after all.

>>37206388
Thing is his power level is only high end vs god tier in this world. Darius, Hando,Romulus or Elias could drop him with a little luck. Mira at full abomination could match him as could Aya when she has her shit together.

>>37206388
Im here to give the Qm a good time. Hes running my game so i dont care if my powers say im omnifreakinpotent im not about to go around screaning that my powers let me do anything everytime something goes wrong or not how i want. I can call myself mary sue because-
>Lel angel bishonen from milleniaago who can do anything to the world-
Is pretty marysuish
Also since it hurts you so much:

>>37206104
Nvm ninnius i do have my wings. I can fly whenever i want. Also theyre gem encrusted cause i think its marysueish

>>37206470
Thank you darius

>>37206530
>Im here to give the Qm a good time
I honestly thought it was the other way around...

>>37206558
It's Both Silly. Expecting anything else means exploiting one of the parties involved one way or another

Please go to the mibbit if you wish to argue.

>>37206749
>>37178063

>>37206812
Kek

>>37206812
Now if there's one kink we don't support here in Kabbalah, it's scat. Runner-up is infidelity. Get your faithless ass in gear, or stop taking up other players' time.

>>37206928
>>37206812
His character would have died if I hadn't fell asleep. He's very lucky.

>>37206952
Lol really?

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>>37207092
Yeah, I already told you like five fucking times it was a bad idea you fucking kike.

>>37207167
So am i like stuck? What do i do now? Can i do anything?

>>37206530
Don't thank me i'm stating facts.

Romulus is basically a combat automaton at this point, It'd be hard to manipulate him and he stands a good chance in melee against you.

Hando has resisted the aura of a demon lord who is as strong if not strong than you and in melee his strength plus coke rage would render your scythe's ability useless. A big bal of rage and hate is very ahrd to control

Elias has smite, holy magic and lots of allies, all he needs to do is annihilate you demon half and your in trouble. Plus he isresitant to auras and seduction.

Darius would just shoot and keep shooting you, focusing on mobility denial then sensory then finishing. Those wings would be my first target.

>>37207210
You could leave.

>>37207295
Not To mention Eldritch Mira Mode Has a mind too Alien for passions

>>37207330
I was just going for human(ish) tier chances. Demigodling on up is pretty obvious. You and Aya would stand a better than average chance at full power, thing is both of you are very limited right now. Mira is a small threat normally and Aya, is well aya.

>>37207330
>>37207295
Its all in the rolls in the end...kinda. But i have regeneration, flight and(i assume since i shredded my arm and the rock solid cubicles)super strength. Plus im not demonically corrupted my corruption is Eldritch ala Mira

>>37207475
>smite doesn't work on eldritch abominations
>the only thing more evil than demons
?????

>>37207475
All points are still valid, Hell Darius ahs a spell to negate regen he can put on his bullets and Elias' smite can't be regened, and you won't have time to heal spell if he's close enough to use it. Like I said we normies are outmatched but not so badly we can't win.

>>37207475
I thought we were going for the thing "Eldritch so Fucking weird that is beyond good and evil and thus immune to both holy and unholy"

>>37207553
Your gun works like this: It's really good at shooting things.

>>37207617
Yeah I know, and I have a spell as per Ninnius that negates demon regen. Not too much of a stretch to think I have one for other outsiders since I also fought them I the past. The fact it hits like an anti tank rifle is wonderful.

>>37207545
Just claryfiying that im not demonically corrupted is all

>>37207553
Since ima marysuish bastard ill just have to be creative with my manipulation powers then. Like since i manipulate things linked with passion ill fire sinced its linked to a fiery spirit or lightning and the storm since its linked to rage but ill do it to a minimum and with enough commonsense


>>37207613
That makes more sense actually

>>37207665
Most entities would get a resist roll(any pc, high level entity or being with low passion), and if they are far enough a way you can't use it. Not too mention some entities missing you locus would just punch you in the face(Hando in full rage mode, Mira full eldritch)

I just want to weigh in and say that I or 13lack Cat would have final say in another of these encounters and that powerlevels can be quite volatile.

I believe it was decided that smite only effected demons as designated by religions, so not just christian demons and that therefore has little effect on the unknown of the eldritch abominations. 13lack Cat can chime in on this if I have that wrong.

Darius' pistol can be charged with anti-demon magic since they are what he's specialised at killing. I still haven't really decided the extent of other magical abilities for him.

By the way 13lack Cat, do you have a googledocs account you wouldn't mind sharing so that I can have sneaky behind the players' back discussions with you?

>>37207881
>another
I meant any

>>37207881
More than fair Ninnius, sorry I turned discussion that way. Pvp would be a bitch anyways.

>>37207881
What am i limited to?

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>Name: Marko
>Gender: Male
>Age: 35
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Marko has served under different flags and different forces, a gun nut of the highest caliber he's fired everything from Rockets to Rail Rifles, Pistols to Plasma bolters. Fighting on different parts of the world he's seen and faced more than many a man has. Demons?

"If it bleeds, I can kill it."

With his trusty HEAVY MACHINEGUN he's ready to kick some demonic ass, for a price, naturally. All of the proceeds he earns goes toward the noble cause of the acquisition of more guns.

-- Don't fill in the following --

>Equipment
>Special Abilities
>Bonus

>>37208000
I think it would be entertaining provided both players had fun with it. If they didn't, then invariably someone would be upset by the outcome, yada yada

Not that there's any real liklihood of such occurences in the near future, not least because you're mostly scattered across the world.

>>37208025
Refer to: https://archive.moe/tg/thread/37029577/#q37029586

>>37208093
Oh golly, a ninth to handle. Too busy to start on tonight I imagine but we'll see. Maybe 13lack Cat can get you going?

>>37208137
Well Mira and Aya are fairly close, by world standard anyways. As are Hando and Darius if I recall (both Texas. But i was referring more to the unhappy player aspect and the fact some characters are glass canons so the fight would be short aspect.

>>37208137
So is it wise to say that i can manifest things based on my enemy and if they are weak enough i can manipulate them?

>>37208255
So in a straight up 1v1 with me at my state and you at yours what are the statistics? I imagine my powers let me manifest items based on a passion(love,life,death etc)in some form. Like weapons made from concepts.

>>37208337
Too many variables too accurately say. So I won't.

If you do have that power you are fucking broken unless, whatever you create takes a 1:1 or more ratio of power out of you to make it. I:e You make a +5 sword you're brought down a commensurate level of power or more. Like Morgoth or Sauron.

>>37208517
I wanted to say that manifesting the weapons for the most part doesnt affect my rolls unless otherwise stated. Make a sword out of the storms rage is just a cool thematic sword unless otherwise stated if you ask me. I think something being a plus is only if its relevent(sword for a fight, staff if casting magic etc)

Commensorate?

Rolled 70, 97 = 167 (2d100)

>>37208255
Wonder if I'll meet them.

>>37200442
Aya mumbles sleepily and re-positions herself into a more comfortable position which turns out to be a perfect 69 position! Niamh's going to be dreaming about sausages for sure.

Dreaming once again, Aya's mind wandered. To the stars, to the celestial, to the heavens.

>>37208858
>which turns out to be a perfect 69 position!
Alas, 70...

Rolled 12, 89 = 101 (2d100)

>Name: Mister Lister
>Gender: Male
>Age: 17
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Just a normal teenage boy. Has a bit of an over-imaginative imagination. Thinks he looks cool and mysterious when he's wrapped up in bandages. Headed out for adventure. A miracle that he's managed to stay alive.

Equipment: Carbolic acid, small roll of surgeon tools, spare bandages
Special Abilities: [Whirling Fury!] - You spin around, making good use of those ballet lessons you’d been forced to attend as a child. Doesn’t really do much but has the potential to entangle things with your bandages, confuse your foes or give someone a nasty knock if they get too close to your flailing arms.
Bonus: [Head in the clouds] - When life gives you lemons you dream of lemonade! You can generally pretend most situations are better than they are but sometimes suffer from paranoia.

1&2. Not agian. What is Butch's problem with me anyway? I can't remember doing anything bad to him. I give of a fearless smile and put on a tough act "Only 3 of you? tisk tisk, Butch, that won't do" God, I sound so fucking cool. It's time to use my newly developed special move. I initiate Whirling Fury! and start spinning. I'll make sure this is the last time something like this happens.

>>37208745
Not what you said, making some minor transient item for an aid is fine, making a conceptual weapon without losing something of equal value is not.

Commensurate means matching

>>37208919
Well ill just stick with being an Archangel who is strong enough to beat things into submission if he cant manipulate them in someway then.

>>37208961
That'd be wise Conceptual weapons are almost always artifact tier and Op as hell (The One Ring, The Silmarils, Excalibur, The Chains of Divinity, Zeus's Lightning Bolt, The Deathly Hallows)

>>37209041
You forgot my Scythe

>>37209075
No i didn't, I was quoting others for you to see how powerful one can be, now imagine you making those at will which is exactly what you described, taking no power loss in return for it, need no hard work and years if not more of expertise to do so. One is enough.

>>37209139
I was just kidding with the scythe lel

>>37200804

You dig out your spellbook, intent on memorising a few new ones so that you're more ready when you first try casting them, not stammering over the complex syllables.

>27,17
Alas as you sit there in the stuffy silence, dimly lit by the orange bulb overhead you struggle to focus your mind. Images of that dream keep popping up and your errant subconscious keeps considering it and the probably horrors lurking within you. With a sigh of frustration you snap the book shut and stash it away once more, slumping back against the chair and dwelling on your thoughts.

Eventually you interrupted from the cyclic patterns your thought process was running in by the return of that woman.

"Follow me, Mr Penrose is ready to see you. I hope you remember to mind your manners."

Ignoring that unfounded jibe you grab your pack and accompany her, soon lost as you wander through the myriad of passageways and staircases that make up this place. Everything is solid wood panelling or faded drapes, tapestries, rugs. Quaint electric lamps are dotted around on small ornate end tables, illuminating the predominantly windowless interior.

>(Cont.)

>>37210156

She lets you into a room that's reminiscent of the study back home, only filled with even more unusual artefacts if such a thing were possible. Something buzzes idly past your head and you look up to see something mechanical drift on past, glowing faintly.

The door closes behind you and you glance backwards to see the woman has left, turning your attentions back again to face the man before you.

"I understand you are Samuel Judicium's daughter?" he says gravely as you take stock of his appearance. Middle-aged man, slick black hair, almost comical resemblance to the kind of magician you'd see performing on television.

"Yes, my name's Mira." you reply, setting your pack down and picking your way across the path between the clutter of the room.
"Your father spoke highly of you. Please, take a seat."

You sit in the comfortable chair on your side of his desk.

"Speaking of Samuel, how is he doing anyway?"

And that's as far as I get tonight folks, sorry. Been organising the plot spoilers with 13lack Cat so that we can better coordinate things.

Unlucky for you guys, you no longer get to read each other's spoilery hastebins. Mwahahaah!

Tomorrow seems to be much free-er quest wise so I might actually get some decent amount of updates written.

Bump

Going to sleep bump.

>>37214630
Bump as i drift to sleep.

>>37210182
1- Spill the beans. Tell him Everything That happened, or that you think that happened anyway
2- Ask him for any help he can provide. This thing will sooner or later come out and take control, and that will probably mean death for whoever is close.

Rolled 88, 66 = 154 (2d100)

>>37216976
Sorry, kinda drowsy this time of the day

Rolled 44, 57 = 101 (2d100)

>>37208877
>>37208858
Seems Aya really is good at only one thing, huh? Air-headed seduction rolls and goofing off sleeping or chasing cats.

>>37217943
So , Aya, would you like if our characters meet ? We are approximately at the same region, and power duo of Magical Girl and Eldritch abomination sounds cool

>>37218113
>>37217943
Aya would try to dick you and then tell you her life story while crying

Rolled 6, 43 = 49 (2d100)

>>37218113
I'd be fine with meeting anyone!

>>37218135
>Aya
>Life story
U wot m8?

>>37218135
Do not stick it in Eldritch people, bad consequences

>>37219096
I mean, the overwhelming likelihood is that someone will at some point screw you, the only question is whether you transform into a disgusting horrible abomination in the middle of it.

>>37220090
I would like to avoid description of rape for personal reasons, if at all possible. I'm fine if somehow it's consensual though

>>37220114
>trying to rape an eldritch abomination
Nah, I think you'll be fine Mira

>>37220114
>I would like to avoid all description of rape if possible
Well, uh, sure, fadetoblacks are fine and since you're an eldrutrch abernrnation anything happening is unlikely, but you do understand what game you're playing, right..? Demons trying to molest anything that moves is a pretty key point. Not attacking you, but just confused. I'd think most people are playing with the expectation they're going to get grabbed at when fighting.

>>37220209
Uhh....I haven't seen much of a rape since i joined, Barring a weird thing with Blowjobs attack that was short of funny. Is it as common[lace as you claim ? I don't really mind, just not anything particularly disgusting.

>>37220312
Probably depends on location and story type. I doubt Darius will see much with the gritty Noir demons of Texas, while Elias is going to have everything from monstergirls to his infinitely growing companions trying to hold him down for his dong in classical adventure comical japland.

>>37220391
I have no problem with Sex comedy, i just don't want my story to get more edgy than it is right now.

>>37220537
Kabbalah is many things, edgy not one of them. All sex is sex comedy.

>>37220537
>>37220312
>>37220114
Aya, if you noticed, doesn't rape people. She only succeeds in seduction checks. If anything YOU will rape HER, and then she in turn will fill you with godseed

>>37221176
>allowing PC seduction rolls
>forcing a PC to rape another PC because of rolls
>forcing a PC to rape anyone

>>37221495
Well, it's not fuck quest but i do remember Kabbalah quest where we "smote" the Devil with out Cross Shaped holy infused dick

Bumping for cute girls doing cute things

>>37203015

This vile creature cannot be shown mercy, for it is the very origin of the billowing ash that surrounds and engulfs you. It seems he noticed your displeasure for his expression darkens and he unfolds his arms. The quills dotting his face start rattling and he opens his mouth, about to say something but you-

>91
-already have him by the throat, choking off his voice as you slam him down onto the ground. He immediately retaliates with pummels of his fists to your sides, head, you note that some are bloody from where they catch on the angular spikes of one side. His face goes from that dull crimson shade to a dark purple as you hold him down and as he sees that his blows do nothing to you he switches to trying to gouge out your eyes with his claws and he succeeds, your vision going dark as sharp thumbs press through your eye sockets only for you to twist your head sharply. The snaps from his breaking thumbs rings clear and you flick your head back to let them come free, his infuriated screams of rage and pain at this injustice only sullied by shock as you look down at him, eyes already reforming, vision returning and within moments refocusing.

At this you see his face aghast, twisted in horror at your display of overwhelming strength.

"What manner of creature are you!" he rumbles strainedly through your grip on his throat, "May my flames burn strong enough to put you down!"

Then he proceeds to slam all four palms of his on the ground and his eyes cloud over with darkness, quills flaring white shot before flickering all around. You feel the ambient temperature skyrocket and then the floor erupts with a stream of magma that blazes around you, the only thing keeping your from flying into the air you grip around his throat and his own on what are now rocky spires that jut out from the chasm below you.

>(Cont.)

>>37224731

Your skin and flesh turn to ash in the inferno and the heat is enough to soften the angular forms of the tainted side, the pressure streaking up at you drawing them out slightly into smoother, spikier shapes. You take offense at what he has wrought upon your body even if it is capable of regeneration and clamp down harder with your hands, choking him and he flails briefly before ceasing the burning discharge from the earth, the pair of you flopping onto the desecrated earth.

You sizzle in the sunlight that pours down through the hole in the smog the blast made as your flesh gradually reforms, showing your wicked grin as he realises quite how utterly helpless he is in front of your beautiful magnificence. Your vocal chords fully replenished you sigh in contentment at the pulsing energy the short fight.

"You will answer my questions in their entirety." you say with pleasure, releasing the pressure on his throat so that he may reply.

>94
"Understood." comes the gravelly rasp.

Rolled 68, 35 + 20 = 123 (2d100 + 20)

>>37224742
>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.

>Equipment: The scythe of passion. A mokn shaped sword 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.

1. Make him experience extreme pain so as to make him more agreeable.
2. Ask him who his master is and where the nearest source of magic is.

>>37208093
>Equipment: HEAVY MACHINE GUN, with lasers and a flame thrower taped on. Two frag grenades, one sticky grenade (it has a stick coming out of it), $17.24, Turkey Leg
>Special Abilities: Due to his experience as a soldier, he can heal injuries by eating a lot. Also, +5 to combat rolls.
>Bonus: Can drive nearly any vehicle until it blows up.

You are MARKO, and you are currently hiking through a jungle in Brazil. You've gotten some tips that an old cult is trying to make a comeback, some tribals are stirring up trouble, and many farm animals have been disappearing.

You flick the safeties of your gun on and off again as you decide which sounds like the best use of your time.

Rolled 76, 95 = 171 (2d100)

>>37225760
>Name: Marko
>Gender: Male
>Age: 35
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Marko has served under different flags and different forces, a gun nut of the highest caliber he's fired everything from Rockets to Rail Rifles, Pistols to Plasma bolters. Fighting on different parts of the world he's seen and faced more than many a man has. Demons?

"If it bleeds, I can kill it."

With his trusty HEAVY MACHINEGUN he's ready to kick some demonic ass, for a price, naturally. All of the proceeds he earns goes toward the noble cause of the acquisition of more guns.
>Equipment: HEAVY MACHINE GUN, with lasers and a flame thrower taped on. Two frag grenades, one sticky grenade (it has a stick coming out of it), $17.24, Turkey Leg
>Special Abilities: Due to his experience as a soldier, he can heal injuries by eating a lot. Also, +5 to combat rolls
>Bonus: Can drive nearly any vehicle until it blows up.

1. Here he was again, same old jungle, same old story. Marko gripped his gun tight as he huffed it through the trees, eyes peeled for enemy movement. He had food, ammo, all he was missing was a lead on the enemy.

"I thought we got rid of those Ptolemaic assholes." he muttered to himself "Didn't we kill their damn god?"

No matter, he'd soon find those masked douchebags and teach them the lesson they must not have learned from their last asswhooping.

2. Wait, my knife, can't go without that. Where did I put it? On my packsomewhere. . .

MISSION START

>>37226256
Auspicious start.

>>37226256
>"I thought we got rid of those Ptolemaic assholes." he muttered to himself "Didn't we kill their damn god?"
>No matter, he'd soon find those masked douchebags and teach them the lesson they must not have learned from their last asswhooping.
You know what they say when you assume~!

>>37226334
>hehe, woops. If that didn't happen yet, might as well do the only proper thing:
>RETCONS!

>>37226395
Or head injuries..........

>>37226404
T-that too.

So we have
1.An amnesiac Futa Elf Magical girl/Fertility Goddess
2.A hardboiled noir cowboy demon hunter
3.A White supremacist jail gang lord who now leads a small army on the outside
4.A animated suit of armor who follows a mysterious deity
5.A paladin who is chaste and pure and has girls going after him like cats on catnip
6.A young proper English noble girl with magical training and an eldritch abomination infection
7. A Chuuni with a bandage fetish
8. A Soldier whose living philosophy is if you don't kill it with a gun you need more gun
and
9. A half angel half abomination thing.

Bump for Ninnius's broken promises

>>37229054
Shut yo' mouth, Ninnius jumps through hoops to not be distracted by other things when he writes.

>>37229134
That might be why he's so easily distracted. Hoop jumping can do that.

>>37227192
>implying animated suit of armor

Welp Pokemon ssq is back up Guess i'll wait til tomorrow.

>>37229818
No comment.

bump

>>37203814

You ask the dryads about their time spent as the captives of the that man who was clearly in charge of the operation in that office block and how they came to be there. You learn that the dryads had actually been there some time having been captured and abducted from Hawaii a few years ago. They confirmed your suspicions that you were dealing with a demon-cult and said that it went by the name of 'The All-Seeing Eye".

The man from the building was one of the admins of the cult, a rank that takes orders from the boss but has a number of grunts under their command. He'd been using the dryads as servants largely, putting them to work making tea, or cleaning, mundane chores like that - it seemed he derived pleasure from watching them work. He was the one who'd actually been leading their capture and they'd only ever seen this particular base of operations - some of the floors were actually living quarters and they'd never been allowed out of the building having arrived.

You asked them for descriptions of the cultists they saw but they're only able to give non-descript replies, basically they tended to either be smart looking businessmen or just random guys like that man who was possessed earlier. They tended not to use magic in front of the dryads but obviously they had anti-magic capabilities. The other magic they saw was lowkey utility stuff, the occasional mage-light or healing spell.

As for whether there was any ways to track their sisters through magical means it seems unlikely, not without a powerful scryer to basically search from nothing. That said, they'd overheard snatches that helped build up a picture of other bases the cultists used. They were able to provide you with the addresses of places in Houston and New Orleans though they're not sure what you'd find at them. Seems one is used as a sort of training ground whilst the other focuses on more complex ritual casting.

>>37232009
Hey, do you have the link to those collected stories?

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>37232009
>>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 (Geryon), pimpin' cowboy hat, 945$,,tattered playing cards, bag of $9k
>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. Buy a Burner Phone, Call a dead drop number for my old group give them the whole story and the coordinates for the bases, Tell them i'm going to make sure Dallas is clean then head out For Houston.

2. Request for assistance in the form of some Id so I can get around the police and maybe them hitting the NO cell.

>>37232124
You mean the link right at the top of the OP?

>>37232140
>Burner Phone
I have no idea what this is

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>37232168
Disposable Cell phone, cheap, hard to track and easy to get rid of. Also other dice roll

>>37232144
That's the one! Thanks.

>>37232140
>>37232192
Woo good rolls

>>37203895

Rolled 49, 90 = 139 (2d100)

1. Make an active effort not to hurt shoeman, but just disable him somehow and force him to talk to us.

2. Try and call for someone nearby to go get my companions, I shouldn't have any trouble holding him down if one of them was here!

"Old man, is there anyone around you can call to come help me with this?!" you call over your shoulder, "The reward was for an intact sandal you see..."

>90
"Hmm, yes, there is. Asuka! Come here for a moment!" he shouts and a timid looking girl appears from one of the huts.
"Er, could you fetch my companions? You'll find them at the inn, their names are Yuki, Kanada and Umeko."

She bobs her head in reply and sets of at a fast run.

"She seems dutiful." you say to the man, who smiles at you.

Now then, just gotta deal with this sandal.

Having dutifully waited for you to finish your exchange the monster stamps its feet to catch your attention. Seems like it has some sense of honour then? You ready your broadsword as it charges you again, aiming to block it and trip it again.

>49
You swing your sword but the sandal does something different this time, ducking the side and lashing out with a roundhouse kick that unfortunately catches the edge of your blade and you find yourself slicing clean through it, strands fluttering through the air. It doesn't seem to be particularly bothered though, following up with a blow to your wrist that sends your broadsword scattering. You stagger backwards but it loses balance having only a single foot now and topples on you and they you're both grappling on the floor. Bristly hits rain upon you but a lot of the force is absorbed by the straw itself and you manage to get a solid hit on the 'head' which stops the onslaught long enough for you to roll over and pin it down, arms trapped beneath your hands as you straddle it.

>(Cont.)

>>37233172

Over the sound of your panting you hear the old man clapping. You wipe the sweat from your brow by smearing your head on your sleeve whilst the sandal struggles futilely below you. You hear the old man call someone else and then gasps as they see his battered condition. The conversation proceeds to getting him inside and patched up and then-

"Hey mister, thanks for taking care of that for us!" comes a chirpy voice beside you and you turn to see a boy grinning, "I came to keep you company since you don't look like you can do much for the moment, hahah"

>>37233172
Oh my, I forgot to delete the actions at the top of that... Must be that time of night...

>>37233253
Admit it you're f5ing Pokémon SSq every few seconds.

I know the feel

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Rolled 32, 52 = 84 (2d100)

>>37233172
>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. Question Sir Sandal here about just why exactly he was attacking the poor old man off to the side, and, well, y'know, what exactly he is, ignoring the boy to the side unless he tries something.

2. Have a heart-to-sandal talk about why life as a living, gigantic sandal can't possibly be so bad, and that he should come back with us to have a talk with his owner about what exactly caused him to make such decisions, so they can talk it out between one another.

>>37233310
4chanX auto-refresh...
There's also UMGQ and the PSSQ chat occupying my attentions

>>37233372
You're just gonna ignore that boy who's come to keep you company out of the kindness of his heart?
Some nice guy you are!

>>37233403
I have more pressing issues! Like the giant sandal-person flapping at me with straw! I can't exactly strike up a conversation with him right now!
Stop making me feel guilty!

>>37204728

You first order your hunting teams out and about and turn your attentions to the male civilians at your disposal. You want all able bodied men in fighting condition and those who aren't able bodied to work on fixing that.

You give them a speech about the importance of everyone being ready to face your enemies in combat and it rouses a cheer, their spirits fiery. Next you take them through a warmup to test their physical capabilities and start teaching them the basis of hand to hand combat.

>41
Alas it seems that a good number of them haven't ever so much as punched someone in their life. How the hell have they made it this far without dirtying their fists once or twice baffles you but you take solace in the few that pick it up fairly quickly. You consider getting someone to teach them separately, a fast-track system.

Around lunch-time the hunting parties return.

>78
Some managed to find a large herd of mountain goats and suggest that they be used as a source of milk. Others returned with a selection of mountain berries and one group returned with mushrooms from one of the cave offshoots. So far no one has tried them since noone knew whether they were edible or not.

One of the women raises concern at how long you plan to stay in this cave system, expressing displeasure at the lack of comforts it offers.

>>37204966

As he bears down at you with trident held at the ready you quickly retreat to the middle of the net and grab some handfuls with the intent to catch him with it when he gets within range, allowing you to dispatch him and take your time loosening the embedded weights. He steps over the start of the netting and you ready yourself-

>30
-but he's too close too quickly and as you toss the net you find that there's not enough slack to entangle him. You try to sidestep but the net is now too taut to adequately manage and he plunges the trident down and it pins one of your legs to the floor, scraping divots in the sides of the greaves.

>72
You tug on it to no avail but at least he let go of trident, drawing his knife instead as he stands to watch you you struggle in your plight.

"Oh, and Romulus is pinned like the beautiful butterfly he is on a board! What will he do next?!"

>>37216976
>>37216984
Notice me Senpai !

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Rolled 10, 64 = 74 (2d100)

>>37235360
>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. battleaxe
>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: we'll be staying for a frw days, if you don't want to stay get out but don't expect any help from me.
Action 2: Have max and heinz train the civies, while i go somewhere private and train my fist to thr point where it will hit like pic related (88cm of pure power)

Bumping for OP deluvering

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>>37240341
*delivering*

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Rolled 98, 34 = 132 (2d100)

>>37237412
>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 net is troublesome. It was inevitable I would fall victim to this devious plot, it's almost as if it was a trial from my lord.. Well, I wont disappoint him! I will escape this vile chain net and then I will remove Retiarius' head from his shoulders with my gladius!

We really need to meet so we can give Ninnius a breather , so we can RP and have fun while he is writing our updates

>>37247679
I'm sorry for being so slow today, I ended up interacting with my housemates a bit and there's been some other stuff to do.

That and I've been struggling to get the wording right for Aya's celestial contemplations.

No offense to anyone but I find some of the stories easier to write than others. Some flow, others I need to wiggle with a stick.

>>37247745
Just say she's had celestial contemplations of dick

>>37247759
Ah yeah, well whilst that's great and all I actually have something meaningful in mind for it that ties into PLOT.

>>37247779
Ninnius, I shall take over when it comes to Druza's stuff.

>>37247824
Gotcha.

Current list is:
Aya (half done)
Lister
Mira
Lorenth
Darius
Elias
Hando (Druza)
Romulus (Ash)

I'd rather call dibs on Mira for now, save me writing up plot spoilers at the moment and I got Lorenth too. Your call on the others

>>37247865
Maybe she can start up at me then and you just go as far as Lorenth?

>>37247865
>#specialsnowflake

Bump

bump bump

Sad gunslinger bump.

>>37208858

With a bit of a wriggle you manage to roll over and rotate yourself under the covers, getting into a new position before you drift back off to sleep again.

>70
>That's basically a 69!
It just so happens that you manage to find yourself front to front with her but with your head by her legs and vice versa. You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her in close, snuggling your head down into her crotch and you feel her shift slightly as she does the same in return. What feels like her cheek nuzzles itself on your long dong soldier.

Yargh, tha' be a mighty fine way to fall asleep...

As you drift off your mind turns to the stars, to the celestial, those stable points of majesty that continue to twinkle in the night sky... It's a comforting thought that no matter how worrisome life might get that there is always the unchanging beauty of the heavens to watch over you...

---

>97
You're staring ahead at the night sky, the brilliance of the stars shining all around you. You try to find the familiar constellations but realise that they look slightly off. The Wizard's Tower isn't quite straight for one. Then it strikes you that you're not earthbound, rather you're floating in space. That small bluey orb over there, that's Earth.

But it's not like you've ever left the planet before, at least not that you can remember. Is this another part of that confusing dream where everything kept changing?

As you continue to examine your current state you find that you're not actually capable of movement and yet you can see all around you, far beyond your normal forward orientated vision, there's no boundaries to it, it just... wraps around again... The phrase 'projected consciousness' filters into your mind and whilst you ponder on it you flinch at the vast expanse you realise you drift through, turning inwards to console yourself only to find that you body seems to be a green capsule of some sort.

>(Cont.)

>>37253781

As you stare in horror at the object that you invariably know is your self you start struggling with limbs you do not have, desperate to escape the confines of this eternal voyage through the cosmos-

---

Your eyes snap open only to find darkness, warm and humid, you feel your breath on your face as you pant uneasily and you thrash your arms a little before realising you're just under the quilt, head at the bottom of the bed. A muffled voice meets your ears.

"Aya, how in the blazes did yew manage to end up like this? That's quite the rollin' in yer sleep Aye do say. Still... Whilst Aye got yew here like this..."

You feel soft fingers trace lightly up and back down the length of your shaft which rapidly hardens in response only for her fingers to find your soft folds at the base of it, lightly brushing them before they begin the inexorable journey back up your length.

You moan in response which elicits a giggle from Niamh before she grasps your firmness with both hands, kneading it slightly as she draws them up it, replacing a hand at the base when it gets to the top. This has you panting and you quickly shift the covers back over your head to afford you fresh air, nice and cool as you gulp it down.

Well two can play at that game.

You grip her buttocks and cram your face into her pussy, tonguing rapidly and you feel her hold of your stiffen, her breath hitching a moment.

"Well if yer usin' yer mouth... Aye guess Aye best repay the favour, eh?"

>(Cont.)

>>37253807

She plants a series of kisses along your member before popping the tip between her lips, flicking it with short swipes of her tongue before slowly bringing more into her mouth. You grunt and start nibbling at the little nub before you which sends her wild, cramming more and more of your dick in. You start bucking your hips in response to her vigorous head bobbing and stick your tongue out, jabbing it into her hole as far as you can. She speeds in fellation and starts working your own snatch with a free hand and with a rush you feel yourself mounting the peak, body rigid with tension as you cram yourself down her throat before you feel yourself surge, pressing against the constriction of her throat. With this she climaxes too, clamping her thighs about your head and trembling as she forces you tongue deeper within her-

You sigh in satisfaction, shaking as you withdraw yourself from her mouth, her hungry throat squeezing your dick as she gulps down your offering before she relinquishes her grip on your head and rolls over, panting heavily in the wake. You drag yourself around and slump down next to her, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her deeply, savouring the taste on her lips...

---

The pair of you eventually recover your strength and she shuts her eyes a moment before fixing you with a concerned look.

"About.. the taste. Not down below, but yer soul."

You breath catches as you await her analysis.

>(Cont.)

>>37253829

"It's mixed. Muddled. There's the taste of a good many people in there, more than Aye can fully distingush. Aye don't know how or why but yer soul is an amalgamation of others."

Wait. So was that dream, that confusing one where your perspective kept shifting around all over the place, was that the memories of the people in your head? Important moments, all smushed together? Come to think of it, they all seemed to be in the throes of danger, something bad about to happen right before they switched to the next...

But what's the deal with that dream you woke from earlier, where you were floating in space? And what does this all have to do with that lead pipe?

"-ya? Aya!"

You snap your attention back to Niamh.

"Ah, back with me now are ye, yew were starin' off inta space jest then. Has what Aye said helped ye?"

Whoops, dropped my name somehow

>>37226256
You decide to keep an eye out for the cult you heard about. Several villages have had reports of cloaked weirdos messing around with ancient ruins. The nearest spooky mesoamerican ruins are just 5 miles that way, and by the state of the ground, you reckon that the cult you're seeking has just trampled through here.


You've dealt with a cult like that before, ended up with you taking out something you blank out whenever you try to remember it. You couldn't quite fathom what you had seen just then. Still can't. However, it has lowered your eyes' inhibitions to things not natural to this world.

Also, your eyes spot something quite natural to this world. In a bush just 20 feet away from you, eyes glow a fearsome green into the back of your soul.

You stop immediately, and reach a hand ever so slowly into your pack to find that damn knife of yours. Using your gun now would alert the cult, and probably attract other kitties.

The panther prowls out of the bushes, and lowers itself slightly. Where is that damn knife!? You could've sworn you had it on you, but it seems like it's not in your pack.

The panther pounces at you! Ah, there it is!

You crouch down and pull your combat knife out of your boot, causing the jungle cat to soar over and skid a little behind you.

>>37253781
Hot damn that's a lot of writing.
Your storytelling abilities are excellent as always, Ninnius. Wonderful going.
>>37254455
Oh cool, a new story too. You guys ever decide who exactly was doing which stories?

>>37254521
Ninnius has plans for Elias, Lorenth, Mira, and Darius. The others seem like free game.

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Rolled 41, 74 = 115 (2d100)

>>37254455
>Name: Marko
>Gender: Male
>Age: 35
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Marko has served under different flags and different forces, a gun nut of the highest caliber he's fired everything from Rockets to Rail Rifles, Pistols to Plasma bolters. Fighting on different parts of the world he's seen and faced more than many a man has. Demons?

"If it bleeds, I can kill it."

With his trusty HEAVY MACHINEGUN he's ready to kick some demonic ass, for a price, naturally. All of the proceeds he earns goes toward the noble cause of the acquisition of more guns.
>Equipment: HEAVY MACHINE GUN, with lasers and a flame thrower taped on. Two frag grenades, one sticky grenade (it has a stick coming out of it), $17.24, Turkey Leg
>Special Abilities: Due to his experience as a soldier, he can heal injuries by eating a lot. Also, +5 to combat rolls
>Bonus: Can drive nearly any vehicle until it blows up.

1-2. "Shit, motherfucker I found that knife."

Marko crouched, staring into panthers eyes. Time slowed for the both of them,

It was always preferable face an enemy staring down the barrel of your gun, but damned if he hadn't had his fair share of fighting up close and personal. He's killed some men with a single slash of his knife.

But a panther, was no man.

Marko gripped his knife tight, and tensed his arms, still staring down those feline eyes. One of them was going to pounce and one of them would be the victor.

"Come on kitty, let's dance."

>>37254570
So your list is
Lister
Hando
Romulus
Aya (Maybe unless Ninnius queue is exclusive now)
Bazreal

Ninnius' is
Mira
Lorenth
Me
Elis

I get that right?

bamp

>>37238160
You smirk at the lady and her weakness. She looks a little hispanic, you note. With a dismissive tone, you say to her, "We'll be staying for a few days. If you don't want to, feel free to leave, but don't expect any help when demons come knocking on your door."

"What door-" she starts, before coming to realize what you meant. "Ah! You... you complete ass! Fine! You can stay in this cave and rot for all I care!"

She balls her hands into fists, scrunching up her skirt a little, unintentionally giving you a view of her delicious tan thighs. She turns around with a huff, flipping her dirty blonde ponytail to the side as she walks out of the cave. Several people look at her, then you, before deciding to follow her out of the cave. You watch her skirt billow in the wind, lifting up a bit, but before you can see anything, she exits into the light.

You shrug, and call over Heinz to train Max and the remaining civilians in some combat drills he knew from his time serving as a prison guard. You slink off further into the cave, and crack your knuckles.

You decide to punch wall of the cave with your hands bundled in cloth for a while, pounding the stone consistently. So far, the only thing that's happened is that your hands really hurt now. You think they might be broken, but you can still move them. They're sore as fuck, though. However, you think you might have a better aptitude for punching things once your hands settle down.

"Mr. Hando! Mr. Hando!" Max shouts as he comes running up to you. You ask him what his business is, and he responds by telling you that a demon has flown down and is causing a ruckus outside. He goes on to say that the demon has eaten a goat, killed a dude, and is holding up a woman while licking his lips. Your presence is needed to decide what to do.

>>37255166
My list is whatever I feel like doing that Ninnius isn't doing.

Going to sleep bump.

Rolled 78, 85, 1, 22, 20 = 206 (5d100)

bump

Rolled 59, 72 = 131 (2d100)

>>37256219
>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. battleaxe
>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: Go out and tell everyonr to shoot it/stab it whatever aslong as it gets killed
Action 2: ^

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>>37254979
You and the panther regard each other while strafing around in a circle. A circle of DEATH.

His teeth glisten in the evening sun as he lets out a primal roar that echoes throughout the jungle. Your knife shines dangerously as you brandish it, letting out a chuckle at the beast. A second later, you both spring to action!

>41
The panther leaps towards you, but before you can dodge it, it storms into you with all 150 pounds of its weight. Its claws tear into your shoulders, the clutch of the panther only growing more intense as your knife cuts into its side. It howls at you, and brings its maw down to your neck.

You bring up a hand to halt its advance, and wrestle the beast back for a moment. Neither of you will give any ground. It howls in your face, intimidating you somewhat.

>74
You stab the knife into the back of its neck, and twist. The beast yelps, freezes, and falls onto you. You shrug off the cat get out something to tend your wounds.

The sun has nearly set. It will be night soon.

Rolled 96, 62 = 158 (2d100)

Bamping

Rolled 13, 57 = 70 (2d100)

>>37260800
>Name: Marko
>Gender: Male
>Age: 35
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Marko has served under different flags and different forces, a gun nut of the highest caliber he's fired everything from Rockets to Rail Rifles, Pistols to Plasma bolters. Fighting on different parts of the world he's seen and faced more than many a man has. Demons?

"If it bleeds, I can kill it."

With his trusty HEAVY MACHINEGUN he's ready to kick some demonic ass, for a price, naturally. All of the proceeds he earns goes toward the noble cause of the acquisition of more guns.
>Equipment: HEAVY MACHINE GUN, with lasers and a flame thrower taped on. Two frag grenades, one sticky grenade (it has a stick coming out of it), $17.24, Turkey Leg, knife
>Special Abilities: Due to his experience as a soldier, he can heal injuries by eating a lot. Also, +5 to combat rolls
>Bonus: Can drive nearly any vehicle until it blows up.

Marko panted, and looked down at the panther lay dead before him.

"Not today"

He retrieved the knife from its neck, shaking away the blood.

On any other day, he'd pelt the fur and smoke its meat. But he had a mission, now made slightly more difficult with a shoulder injury. Let alone setting a fire would give away his position.

Wrapping up his wound and sheathing his knife, he picked up his gun and carried on.

1. Eyes peered into the jungle, the night gave extra cover on both ends. It'd be harder for them to see him, but conversely it'd be harder for him to see them.

But you never knew what you'd find in any mission.

Marko trudged on.

2. Okay, so last time he had to find his knife after the enemy found him. That was too close.

This time he wanted to find his pistol BEFORE the enemy found him. If he was lucky he remembered to pack in a silencer.

The bumps are real

>>37262943
Indeed they are

>>37258493
You and Max run out of the cave, and you see several of your men pointing their weapons at a big, winged demon with a mace-like tail, which has one of your men stuck on it. He holds up that woman from before, only her clothes have been torn off, revealing a sky blue brassiere covering a decent bust.

"GYORK GYORK GYORK GYORK GYORK GYORK!" the demon laughs as his many chins jiggle. You notice that he's fat as fuck, and that his wings look kinda tiny what with all that bulk. His skin is colored a dull gray. He stops laughing to take a bite out of a goat, sending blood in a stream down his obese belly.

That woman squirms in his grip, but it's of no use since her arms are locked to her sides. She settles on kicking the demon, and yells in frustration, "Deixe-me para baixo , filho da puta!"

The demon chuckles, and brings the woman closer to his face to give her a long, bloody lick. The woman grimaces, "Uuu... disgusting filth!"

Your men look unsure of what to do, questioning whether they should fire or not. Well, time to fix that.

You walk over to Heinz, and tell him to get the men to fire. He looks at the demon, and nods.

"What!? She might die!" a man yells.

"You're crazy!" a girl shouts at you.

"Some leader you turned out to b-"
"SIIIIIIIILLLEEEENNNNNCCE!" you roar at the top of your lungs.

Your naysayers all gawk at you, and that demon grins. The woman stares at you with a pleading expression.

"Pathetic. If you lot are not prepared to make sacrifices, how do you expect to move forward!? Max, gun!"

You take a gun that Max hands to you, and aim it at the glutton's head. You pull the trigger, and land a shot dead center in the middle of his forehead. He looks surprised as cracks appear from where the bullet landed, blood beginning to leak out. He squeezes down on the lady's torso, making her scream out in pain as some of her ribs are crushed.

>Cont.

>>37263817
The demon drops his goat to being a hand up to his forehead, feeling around for the object embedded in it. He pulls out the bullet, and inspects it as blood spurts out of his noggin. "Hmph," the demon grunts as he looks over to your gun.

The woman has passed out in his clutched hand, her body hanging limp.

Grinning fiendishly, the demon steps toward you and your men, shaking the ground with every step he takes. He stands at a height of four meters, you reckon. His tongue snakes out of his drooling mouth as eyes the lot of you.

You take aim with your rifle again, and to your pleasant surprise, Heinz unloads a clip at the monster. The bullets impact in the fiend's breast.

"MEN, OPEN FIRE! KILL THE BEAST!" you shout as you let loose another shot with your hunting rifle. Your men obey, and one of the braver ones even goes so far as to stab at the beast with a knife.

However, you realize something: the bullets aren't piercing him anymore! In fact, it's almost like they're bouncing off, and with your quick gaze, you catch a deflected bullet hitting that captive woman in the thigh.

The demon's belly doesn't look as jiggly anymore. If you had to guess, you would say it looked firm as it stands up to the barrage of fire hitting it.

With a snarl, the demon grabs the man stabbing him with a knife, disembowels him on one of his horns, and throws the screaming man off the mountain along with his guts.

>>37208915

Having said your spiel with all the vim and vigour you can muster you smile dimly at your antagonists, ready and waiting for them to throw their hands up and flee, crying all the way back to thei-

>12
"'Ear that lads? Wetsocks here says it won' do. Dem's sound like fightin' words to either a yers?" he says turning to smirk at the pair beside him.
"Doers ter me, boss.", "Aye that."

Cracking his knuckles now, god you wish they wouldn't do that - don't they know how bad it is for your joints? Well anyway, he turns to face you once more with a wicked grin plastered across his smarmy face. Seems he's feeling confident about your lacklustre fighting ability, but you're show THEM. You've been training hard for this moment, the time you are finally ready to show your secret move to the world!

>89
You raise you arms outstretched to the horizontal and half crouch your legs, entering the stance that you begin from. Dipping your legs and springing up into a spin you revolve, flicking out one leg before tucking it raised beside the other which remains the focal point of your turn, flicking between pointed toes and flat foot to continue the momentum and ease your balance. Gods, you really should have wrapped your toes for this...

You zip forward in what the untrained observer would identify as a series of fouetté turns, arms outstretched with fists balled and leg kicking as you come to face your bullies again.

"Whiirrrrrrrlllliiiing-" you call out, catching the stunned expressions on their faces as they gaze on with awe at your magnificent display, unable to move before you might-
"FURY." you shout, dropping your voice an octave in pitch for emphasis as your fist collides with the first bullies face, a quarter turn more and you lash out with a kick that catches another in the stomach, setting him kneeling doubled over on the floor as you revolve once more to see Butch staggering backwards in a dim effort to escape your onslaught.

>(Cont.)

>>37264493

Spinning once more you raise your leg higher this time and-

THWACK

-land a square blow right to his head, sending him tumbling to the floor.

You replace your leg beside it's partner on the floor and raise your arms above your head and you spin to a halt.

"Don't mess with Mister Lister." you pant out before striding purposefully through them back to your locker, pointedly not looking at them as you finish collecting your belongings and head to the disabled toilet to bandage your legs up.

---

You're walking back home, it's a little ways but you never manage to catch the school bus in time, instead humming your favourite tune to yourself. It was one of your own devising and if anyone ever asked you what your theme tune was you'd have to point to it; the drawn out melancholy notes followed by the quick patter of lighter, energetic melody... It captures your daily struggles well, you never let anything get you down for long.

You look upwards at the sky, semi-clouded, dark streaks rolling along. Winter months and it's already getting dark on the way home... You idly wonder if your parents will ground you at the weekend once they see the test results. That would be a pain, you were hoping to hang out with Katie...

Studying with her was more entertaining than studying alone afterall. You'd been friendly rivals ever since you first met at the start of school, always head and shoulders above your peers on the tests. One day she'd come up to congratulate you on outperforming her on the latest test (by one mark or something, but it had been the first time you'd bested her) and once you got to talking it turned out you had a lot in common. Coming from an asian family she had the stereotypical tiger mother and was being pushed to study medicine just like you were...

>(Cont.)

>>37264512

A hand claps itself over your shoulder.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" comes a voice and you turn to meet them only for a cloth to be clamped over your face. You eyes widen in shock as you take in the thickset face before you, slight grin playing across his lips. You involuntarily inhale but realise you folly as you smell it. Chloroform.

You struggle, fist battering helplessly against his temple before the strength leaves you, darkness creeping over your vision...

---

The next thing you know you're aware of snatches of conversation floating around you. You try to crack your eyes open to see your surroundings without letting on you're awake but find there's a blindfold covering them anyway.

bump

Rolled 58, 29 = 87 (2d100)

>>37263817
>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. battleaxe
>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:
Step 1: Grab battleaxe
Step 2 Jump at him
Step 3: ???
Step 4: Dead demon
Action 2: ^

back from work bump

Threads that go Bump in the night

Neo-nazi bump

Rolled 46, 76 = 122 (2d100)

>Name: Mister Lister
>Gender: Male
>Age: 17
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Just a normal teenage boy. Has a bit of an over-imaginative imagination. Thinks he looks cool and mysterious when he's wrapped up in bandages. Headed out for adventure. A miracle that he's managed to stay alive.

>Equipment: Carbolic acid, small roll of surgeon tools, spare bandages
>Special Abilities: [Whirling Fury!] - You spin around, making good use of those ballet lessons you’d been forced to attend as a child. Doesn’t really do much but has the potential to entangle things with your bandages, confuse your foes or give someone a nasty knock if they get too close to your flailing arms.
>Bonus: [Head in the clouds] - When life gives you lemons you dream of lemonade! You can generally pretend most situations are better than they are but sometimes suffer from paranoia.

1. Stay calm. Stay calm. You've been in worse situations than this before, right? Well, not really. But it should be expected that someone would take notice of me after my brilliant display of might and beauty combined. Maybe it's a league of heroes that have realized my potential and want to recruit me? Or perhaps it's the opposite. I could never be a bad guy though, could I? I know, it's a surprise birthday party! Wait, my birthday isn't in another 3 months. Oh, god I'm going to die. "G-gentlemen, gentlemen. Let's all calm down for a second. You know why we're here. I know why we're here. Let's just talk this out."

2. I try to loosen any restraints on me.

>>37262711
OH YEAH, don't forget about your special abilities!

You stalk away from your kill, and follow a path of footsteps leading-

>13
You are tackled from behind by that panther again! How in the hell did it...

Putting that thought aside, you see if you can't draw your pistol and put a few bullets in the jungle cat's skull and- OH SWEET BABY JESUS, it's clawing into your back and mauling you!

Clenching your teeth in a grimace, you bring out your pistol, and shoot up at the feral beast.

>57
BANG!ang!ang,ang....

Your shot rings throughout the jungle, causing many nearby animals to cry out in surprise. The panther springs back off of you, hissing at the smoking barrel. Supporting yourself on one hand, you lean up to aim your gun at the panther, only to find that the panther has escaped into the bushes.

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Rolled 37, 85 = 122 (2d100)

>>37272228
>Name: Marko
>Gender: Male
>Age: 35
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Marko has served under different flags and different forces, a gun nut of the highest caliber he's fired everything from Rockets to Rail Rifles, Pistols to Plasma bolters. Fighting on different parts of the world he's seen and faced more than many a man has. Demons?

"If it bleeds, I can kill it."

With his trusty HEAVY MACHINEGUN he's ready to kick some demonic ass, for a price, naturally. All of the proceeds he earns goes toward the noble cause of the acquisition of more guns.
>Equipment: HEAVY MACHINE GUN, with lasers and a flame thrower taped on. Two frag grenades, one sticky grenade (it has a stick coming out of it), $17.24, Turkey Leg, knife, pistol
>Special Abilities: Due to his experience as a soldier, he can heal injuries by eating a lot. Also, +5 to combat rolls
>Bonus: Can drive nearly any vehicle until it blows up.

1. "Sonofabitch." Marco hissed through his teeth, "goddamit. . ." he felt wounded, he needed a pickmeup. Some energy in his gut to keep him going.

He pulled out that turkey leg and began devouring it it to a bone.

2. Shots fired. Shit, they knew he was here now. Guns hot, he gripped his machine gun tight. No more need to sneak now.

Marko started moving swiftly through the deep jungle, the stir of animals and insects around him echoing around the night, this time if anything came up he'd not show any restraint.

"I ate my turkey. Let them eat lead"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMJtZheE28I

Oh yeah, how do y'all feel about some of these characters being used in Quest as PCs/NPCs?

>>37272829
Well, as long as they haven't been active for a while I guess. . .

>>37272829
I'm cool with it.

>>37272870
We were mulling this over in our sekrit conversations but basically having so many players makes this a bit drawn out and slow for us to write since we have to try and remember what's going on in all of them.

We were considering put this on hold for a little to dodge burnout and potentially run some regular quests in the meanwhile.

>>37272933
>regular quests
And by regular I do of course mean Kabbalah ones

>>37272933
I'd be alright with it, not sure how interesting He'd be from another's view though, unless they got into a fight.

So is this thread done then?

>>37274480
They're just taking a break to weed out the weaklings. I still really want to follow Elias's story but fear the retarded hordes of horny /d/umbasses and autistic wee/a/boos will ruin it as a quest.

>>37274549
Pretty sure they meant for the characters to be cameos and not pcs. If Elias was a pc I'm sure you're right.

>>37274590
We were considering some as actual MC's and Elias is one we thought would work one of the best as a quest.

That said, I'm enjoying writing it as is, so...

As far thread death: I'm busy writing Mira but I'm pretty distracted atm

>>37274677
You run him as a pc he'd break his promise in the first 3 story posts. He'd be great for a mc but you'd have to railroad pretty hard for him to stay pure.

>>37274677
Oh gee. If you do that, would you be okay with me retconing anything that questmates bugger up? While the silliness of having a lot of people run one person can be entertaining, I doubt they'd take Elias in a direction that I'd particularly want.
>>37274747
Kind of like what this anon said. I'd enjoy seeing Elias run as a quest, but they'd fuck everything in sight. I'm fine with it so long as I don't have to actually play that version.

>>37274747
>>37274785
What is this nonsense? [ELIAS] has only collected two of the ten [HAREM MEMBERS OF POWER] so far, he cannot possibly be considering having intercourse at this point! While in possession of the [WIFE] and the [INNOCENT], he is missing the [WARRIOR], the [ROYAL], the [MAGE], the [GENERAL], the [ROGUE] the [DRAGON], the [PRIEST], and the [FAN]!
No, the [MENTOR], UMEKO, does not count as the [MAGE], and the [FRIEND], KANADA, does not count as the [ROGUE].

>>37274747
Well I'd do so as necessary I guess
>>37274785
>retcon?
Yes. I just meant that the story so far for Elias is the best for being run as a quest. It's got a nice rounded cast, it's comfy and lighthearted, comedic, etc

I wholeheartedly agree that there's a good chance players would vote entirely OOC.

Anyway, we were only considering this. Nothing decided by a long way

>>37274833
>the [MAGE]
Only one, Helpful old man? There's so many mage types to chose from, though. You've got fire mages, earth mages, ice mages, wind mages, mind mages, poison mages...

>>37274837
You could make Lorenth some random Marysuebastard who keeps beating the Pcs even when the players roll 100's

>>37274837
Aya, Marko, Hando(as a joke mc or one of his less crazy followers) Lister(with more background) would work as well as Elias.

>>37274886
Forgot white, red, black and blue mages

>>37274904
Dear god no. That'd kill the quest.

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>>37274928
Maybe

>>37274928
Aya was the other primary candidate on the basis that the players would probably be really IC. Storywise it's a bit less full and rounded as Elias' - only one npc for example.

>>37274886
I'm glad you asked, [ANONYMOUS]! The big book of Helpful Old Mannery suggests that the most useful type of [MAGE] to utilize in this situation is an [ICE] mage! With a 100% rate of being attractive, eternally young scandinavians, an [ICE] mage would allow for a perfect addition to the [HAREM MEMBERS OF POWER], allowing for a member with similar appearance to Elias's white-blonde hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. After all, the best harems are ones with widely diverse appearance and personalities, and the icy [ICE] mages provide just that in a harem currently consisting of only anime-esque and Asian females! In addition, [ICE] magic is the most useful for bedroom antics!

>>37274966
Yeah they'd be Ic maybe know that she's getting on her feet she could meet new people?

>>37274962
BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM! *reloads* BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!

>>37275006
Ah, well there's some healthy dollops of plot coming up. We were sort of floundering at the start because we weren't sure what Aya wanted from it

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>>37275006
HAHA! NOTHING CAN KIL
>pic related appears
Crap!

>>37272933
That's a shame, I rather enjoy this game.

If you use him in quests, I wouldn't mind, as long as one day I get to come back and finish what I have now.

Actually, if Marko turns out to be a pretty cool NPC, I might actually just continue wherever you take him. I know 13lackcat will do him justice

>>37274976
Surprisingly great taste.

>>37275033
Figured with that whole multi soul bit. She's a gestalt then. Oughta be fun to read.

>>37275069
*puts on Bitchin Commissar cap and chases the daemon down with his master crafted blessed bolt pistol.*

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>>37275150
*Sheds skin*
NOTHING CAN KILL ME MORTALS!!
*Charges*

>>37275277
*Shoots a five pointed star into Deamon with blessed bolts which the Grey Knights use in a ritual to destroy it.*

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>>37275434
Ive got back up though mortals

>>37275596
What is True death using a binding circle and your true name for 200 Alex?

>>37275608
Lol forgot my name

Its *incomprehensible gibbering, everything not a space marine, inquisitor, or commisar goes mad*

>>37275704
*Commisar cap is still on.* Blam! Die Daemon!

>>37275729
ILL BE BACK TO OUT YOU IN SLAANESHS PIT MOOORRRTAAAALLLL!!!!

*Goes screaming back to the warp*

>>37216976

"He... My father is dead, Mr Penrose. This ties into why I am here."

You watch as his expression flicks between several variations of surprise, grief and worry before finally settling on sympathetic.

"I... I am sorry to hear that. He was a good man and an eager learner. How complex is the situation?"
"Well..." You turn it over in your mind. The pressing issue is the incident yesterday. More generally has been your quest to summon ancient beings to fight demons, which all started with the death of your mother...
"Perhaps if you start at the very beginning then." he says gently, obviously seeing your deliberation.

Right. The very beginning.

You take a moment to steady your thoughts before starting.

>88
"I was nine at the time, with my mother on Dartmoor. We were walking through Grimspound..."

---

"...was taking a bath, relaxing deeply with my eyes shut. When I opened them, I- I had too many. I was seeing everything from lots of angles, at first nothing made sense but as I... As I blinked with them all my brain sort of, just, snapped everything into focus? Only I was seeing far more than normal and I tilted my head down to look at myself to find my body covered all over in eyes a-and I j-just couldn't take it, I squeezed them shut and just hoped and hoped that there weren't really there and. And when I next opened them I was back to normal, only there was a kind of oily surface on the water, a sort of black sheen..."

---

"...so that about sums it up. I suspect I harbour some entity within me, its intent unknown, and consider it possible that it has affected my mind as well as my body in light of the changes to my dream."

Mr Penrose eyes you in contemplation of all that you've told him over the past hour, idly stroking his moustache.

>(Cont.)

>>37276036

"And so here I am - you were the closest professional I could find from my father's list of contacts."

>66
"And you wish to learn what I know... I'm afraid to say that this isn't my area of expertise. Whilst it's true that your father came to me for advice on a number of things there were unfortunately of a more general nature, things that I would never have guessed in a thousand years were related to the endeavour the pair of you had set for yourselves."

He pours himself a glass of water and takes a gulp. When he resumes speaking it is with a sterner tone.

"Speaking of which there is a reason that people do not oft practise rituals like the that. The entities which they allow into our world are utterly alien to us and certainly not benign. I'd say more but I suspect you quite appreciate the folly of your actions, which also happen to be illegal - no, don't make that face, I'm not going to report you, you're far from the sort that need to be taken in."

You quirk an eyebrow at this, biting back your reluctance at this chastisement. You better than anyone know that it's well-founded.

"These rituals are typically exercised by people one might be quick to label as 'evil'. They seek to use it for acts of cruelty and viciousness."

"That's not altogether dissimilar from our intentions, the target is simply objectively evil in our case."

His expression softens as he replies.

>(Cont.)

>>37276055

"Do not be hard on yourself dear. Anyway, I believe there are a few options to pursue. Firstly, if as you say you've utterly perused the writings you have about the entity you were trying to summon and find nothing to work from then you must obtain more. Perhaps the place you obtained the ritual from, Ireland I believe you said, will house more information. Secondly, as I have said before, I am no specialist in matters like this, merely a simple illusionist at heart. Seeking out someone more experienced in... eldritch magic... could provide you with the much needed advice I cannot give. Lastly, and I am scratching the barrel, but perhaps meditation will provide you with the firmness of will, peace of mind and introspection necessary to keep yourself in check. It is a hope that you would be able to forever seal the presence within you and break its grasp on this realm when your time comes."

You mull these over in your head.

"And let me say that I am eager to help you how I can, I have no desire to see you befall harm or for eldritch abominations to terrorise our dear country. With that said, I cannot take too much time off from my duties here. Have you considered how you wish to proceed yet?"

>>37224885

Unsatisfied with simply having him fully under your power and willing to answer your questions you deign to inflict more pain upon the demon, give it a taste of your aeons of suffering.

>68
Pinning his arms below your legs you reach out to his face and grasp one of the quills that juts out from his cheek, slowly pulling it away from his face in such a way that it cannot snap at the base, instead being pulled out by the root. The demon hisses in anguish as it gradually comes free, fixing you with a malevolent stare.

"One." you utter, placing it neatly beside his head as a rivulet of black liquid seeps from the hole where the quill once was. His shrieking resounds through the clouds as you claim your second. And third. Interesting, you didn't know demons COULD cry. In between sobs he cries out, begging to know what you want to ask, swearing to all and every that he would answer it if only you stopped tormenting him.

His pathetic display only serves to irk you and you having run out of quills to extract you settle for digging your fingers cruelly into the weeping wounds, the finger from your tainted side tearing his skin as you withdraw it. The noise he makes is music to your ears and you know you must continue to satiate your desires and so begin to peel back his skin from his face, exposing the raw tissue underneath as it weeps with blackish humours. No longer is your toy compliant and he bucks and twists, finally getting an arm free which is uses to rain blows down and down on your side, buckling your ribcage and crushing your organs but it is of no consequence and you continue to painstakingly flay him before settling for just stripping his head apart, wet mush covering the gravelly basalt around you.

With a a heft of your fist you shatter his skull, fully pulping the contents and he finally lies still, only a hoarse gurgling from the tatters of his throat breaking the silence.

>(Cont.)

>>37276115

Ribs reforming you stand and relish in your passions before realising you'd not got round to asking him any questions. Still, better late than never you think, uttering them any way.

>35
Alas it seems the creature is well and truly no more. You exhale a sigh of disappointment at how fragile a creature it had been but at least now its knobbled face is in tatters, no longer poisoning your vision.

And the smog is clearing too, clarity is being brought back to this area.

Rolled 84, 98 + 20 = 202 (2d100 + 20)

>>37276135
>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.

>Equipment: The scythe of passion. A mokn shaped sword 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.

Well that was...brutaler than expected to say the least

1. Stretch my special mary sue wings...gem encrusted and multicolor of course
2. Breath in all dat passion and fly to the source of magical energy.

>>37276238
Really likin thes rolls...for know

going to sleep now night all.

>>37274976
>>37275089
Sheit. I hope ninnius actually includes this at some point because even putting aside the basic rule that harems should have all sorts and obviously scandis being hot, an attractive scandinvian chilly ice mage would blend well with the group imo. Also, limitless potential for antics with ice in and out of the bedroom you couldn't do with, like, fire.

>>37276522
>couldn't do with, like, fire.
You're just not thinking of the possibilities my friend.

>>37276548
I am interested and terrified as to how you could possibly hold someone down or form solid and usable objects with fire. This seems like it ends with someone burning to death.

>>37276743
The only way is to go for a fire mage...

>>37276751
Why not both? Helpful Old Man never stated that the [MAGE] was the only one with magic after all, and traditional jap magic is mainly binding and fire based... Cough cough [PRIEST]

>>37276865
>Scandinavian ice Mage and Japanese fire priest both in there and fucking with each other and Elias with their magicks

This pleases me greatly

Bump

>>37272933
Aslong as i get to play hando im fine

Solution: People get to play as Elias' party members instead.

I don't mind dropping out if you guys feel you have too many players, or you just plain don't like to write shit about my guy. This is supposed to be just as fun for you guys as it is for the players.

>>37276084
1) A trip to Ireland would be too dangerous for now, but it would be proper to ask the best means of transportation there

2 Does he personally know any practitioners of Eldritch magic, and their locations ?

Rolled 90, 92 = 182 (2d100)

>>37281074
Fucking phone messes up dice

>>37274833
Dang, Yuki is just an [innocent]? When she gonna level up to an [adventurer]?

>>37267138
Guns won't work on this one, it seems. He's hardened his skin through some demonic magic. Well, if bullets won't work...

"Max, bring me my axe!" you say, receiving your axe about 30 seconds later. In that time, the demon has thrown that lady at Heinz, knocking him on the ground, and has crushed some unlucky fighters with his big, meaty fists.

"Uuuoooooohhh!" you shout as you charge the demon, jumping up into the air with your axe at the ready!

>29
The demon backhands you out of the air, sending you tumbling down the mountain.

You rise to your feet to see the demon a little above you, flail-tail whipping this way and that to knock your men away.

Rolled 37, 57 = 94 (2d100)

>>37281800
>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. battleaxe
>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 1-2: Shoot the fucker and then attack him with the battleaxe and my knife

>>37282235
Also my music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOB4q01VCVg

>>37282235
>Guns won't work on this one
>The last time you shot him bullets ricocheted and hit you own people
>Shoot the fucker

>>37282757
Glad I'm not fighting that demon then, that'd make it harder than I'd like.

>>37283115
Magic anti-demon bullets though, would they fail in the same way?

>>37282757
>Implying i'm not gonna my send my bullet through his shitty skin with my rage

>>37283115
Alright, awake once again.
"make sure Dallas is clean then head out"
Clean of what? unsure as to what your intent is

>>37283139
>You're not.

>>37283131
Not sure but if it is straight up immune to bullets, i'd imagine the Dr would be high even with them anti-demoned.

>>37283141
Make sure the secretary isn't still in the city and all the leads I have are cleaned out. Even if she lit out on car she still might be in the city. Next step after the call was if I got clearance was to walk into the police department to track her get a APB on her vehicle.