>>28461120
Just a simple hunting trip.

>>28461120
>>Just a simple hunting trip.
Oh hell yes.

>>28461120
>Good old fashioned spelunking!

>>28461185
We really need to find her mother.

>>28461120
>>Just a simple hunting trip.

>>28461120
>Good old fashioned spelunking!

TIME FOR RAGNITE NOVA 6 ZOMBIES.

>>28461120
Come one pastebin stories

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>>28461120
The snow crunches loudly under your boots as you trundle through the snow choked forest. Winter was out in full force, coating everything in a thin layer of ice. Normally, one wouldn't think of hunting in this type of weather or season. Not unless you were looking for a challenge.

You're pretty sure you're more than capable of handling it.

"We're getting close, Morgan." Simo says as he looks at the map he had inherited from his parents. The Imperial frontier was largely unmapped, and the parts that were tended to be highly inaccurate. You could only trust the word of somebody who had traveled these parts before.

"How close?" You ask.

"Well." Simo points. "Rautja is probably another half day's hike away, while we can get to Vorkuta and a couple of hours."

"I feel a 'but' coming on." You frown.

"But, the weather's getting worse. In my opinion, we should probably start setting up camp." Simo warns.

>Let's keep going to Rautja.
>Let's keep going to Vorkuta.
>Let's stop and make camp.
>Other

>>28461555
>>Let's stop and make camp.

>>28461555
>>Let's stop and make camp.

>>28461555
>Lets keep going to Vorkuta.

ADVENTURE, YOU GUYS

>>28461555
>>Let's stop and make camp.

>>28461555
>>Let's stop and make camp.

>>28461555
>Let's stop and make camp.
the last thing we need is to get caught in a snow storm.

>>28461555
>>Let's stop and make camp.

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>>28461555
"Yeah, let's stop for today." You nod.

Your shelter is just a simple tent, but it does wonders keeping the heat in and cold out, thanks to Nemo and Qyburn's improvements. This was advantageous because neither of you wanted to start a fire in this territory. Fire drew attention and usually that attention came in the form of bandits.

"So," You grin as you snuggle into your sleeping bag. "Did you get any word from Alek and Elsa before we left the last town?"

"Well, yeah, the usual. Be careful, stay warm, and the won't settle for anything less than a bear pelt." Simo shrugs.

"And that was all?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Well... of course!" Simo laughs a bit nervously.

>Just leave it at that.
>Oh no, interrogation time!
>Other

>>28461912
>Oh no, interrogation time!
I have a feeling that Elsa added something...

>>28461912
>Oh no, interrogation time!

>>28461912
>Interrogation time!

OTHER KIND OF ADVENTURE!

>>28461912
>>Oh no, interrogation time!

>>28461912
>>Oh no, interrogation time!

Snuggle closer.

Get him distracted, off balance and nervous.

>>28461912
"Oh? Trying to keep a secret from me, of all people?" You coo as you snuggle up closer to Simo. "What could Elsa have possibly said that would make you so flustered?"

"Well..." Simo tries to salvage the situation but it's too late. You know his weaknesses, after all.

You lay your head on his shoulder and keep it there with a smile on your face.

"If you don't tell me I'm just going keep calling you 'Big Brother Simo' for the rest of this trip."

"Okay! Okay!" Simo's will finally breaks. "She said... to make sure I keep a close eye on her cute daughter in law."

"See, was that so bad?" You grin.

"And then she added in that good brothers should always look after their little sisters."

You break out in laughter. That definitely sounded like something Elsa would say. She just could not give Simo a break over that.

"Okay, let's get some sleep." Simo says as he lays down and turns off the lantern keeping the tent lit. You lay down as well, but make sure to snuggle up as close to Simo as possible.

The next morning, you wake up and realize that the howl of wind that circled around your tent was gone, meaning the storm had subsided. Opening the tent flap, you're almost blinded by the bright sunlight. The sky was a crystal clear blue, and the snow acting like a natural mirror weren't helping matters.

"Ah, you're finally. That means you get to pack up the tent." Simo walks up to the tent, handing you a stick of preserved beef. "I already scouted out the area. Doesn't seem to be anything out there."

You nod and start getting dressed, as well as packing up all of your camping gear. Fortunately, the both of you traveled light, so there really wasn't that much to pack and carry. Now with time on your side, you had a bit more freedom in where you wanted to go.

>Go to Rautja.
>Go to Vorkuta.
>Maybe you should just explore a bit!
>Other

>>28462282
>>Go to Vorkuta.
The town is just north of it. We can go to the town after exploring.

>>28462282
>>Go to Vorkuta.

>>28462282
>>Go to Rautja.

>>28462282
>Go to Vorkuta.

>>28462282
>>Go to Vorkuta.

>>28462282
>Go to Vorkuta.
we need to be watchfor of our tracks in the snow. bandits can follow us.

>>28462282
"Let's head to Vorkuta, see if there's anything there." You say. "It's on the way to Rautja anyways."

"Sure thing." Simo nods.

As you get closer and closer to the prison camp, you begin to become more wary of your surroundings. Maybe it's because you were starting to recognize certain landmarks, or maybe because it was some part of your mind screaming at you to run away. Or maybe because it was just so goddamned QUIET. There were no sounds of any natural wildlife here, as if even the animals were too scared to venture near this place.

Finally, after cresting a small hill, you finally see it. Vorkuta. Once one of the Empire's largest prison camps, it was now just a charred field of bare dirt where nothing seemed to be able to grow.

"So, what now?" Simo asks.

>Go through the main camp.
>Look for the labs.
>Go to the mine.
>Just keep going to Rautja.
>Other

>>28462597
>>Go to the mine.

:D

>>28462597
>>Look for the labs.

>>28462597
>>Go through the main camp.

>>28462597
>>Go through the main camp.

>>28462597
>>Look for the labs.

>>28462597
> Look for the labs.

>>28462597
>Look for the labs.
LOOT!

>>28462597
You might as well try and find the labs, for all that's worth. You carefully pick your way through the burnt and toppled remains of the camp. From what you heard from Reznov, the prisoners burned the camp down during the riot. Most of them then scattered in all directions, while a few stayed behind to make their last stand here. The Empire's retaliation was swift and brutal, sweeping in with their full military might. They annihilated the remaining prisoners and hunted down the fleeing ones. Many of the prisoners that didn't get caught succumbed to the elements or starved.

Reznov was one of the few to make it, though he said he's never found another fellow Vorkuta escapee.

But at least they all died free, he said.

You lower your rifle as you move around the burnt concrete husk of what was once a prison block. You're not too worried about bandits or squatters out here. Everybody, including the bandits, were too scared or superstitious to venture into this place. It was dark and full of bad luck.

Running entirely on your memory, you make your way back to where you think the camp's main lab, where Steiner did his most heinous work, was. Or you at least tried to. Everything looked so different now, and your memories of that time weren't the best.

>roll 1d20

Rolled 16

>>28463077

Rolled 11

>>28463077

Rolled 2

>>28463077
Cmon

>>28463077
Well, you sort of roughly find where the lab is, if only because you found something that survived the fire. That chair. That goddamned chair Steiner used to strap you in when he did his "experiments". It was charred and rusted from exposure to the elements, but it was still in one recognizable piece.

>Just keep going.
>Kill that fucking chair.
>Other

>>28463221
>THISCHAIRTHISCHAIRTHISCHAIRTHISCHAIRTHISCHAIRTHISCHAIRTHISCHAIR

>>28463221
>>Kill that fucking chair.

>>28463221
>>Kill that fucking chair.
FUCK YO CHAIR NIGGA FUCK YO CHAIR! BUY ANOTHER ONE YOU RICH-ASS MOTHERFUCKER

>>28463221
>>Kill that fucking chair.

>>28463221
>>Kill that fucking chair.

>>28463221
>Kill that fucking chair.

>>28463221
"Simo, you brought some explosives with you, right?" You ask.

"Yeah." Simo nods.

"Give me one."

"Why would you-" Simo then looks at the chair. "Is it really that important to you?"

"Yes." You respond flatly. "I'm gonna kill this fucking chair."

"All right." Simo sighs and hands you a small cube of plastic explosive.

You set the fuse and place the bomb under the chair and get soe distance. A few seconds later, the chair disintegrates with a loud BANG, leaving nothing but a smoking crater behind.

"That make you feel better?" Simo asks.

"Much better." You nod. Even though it was small and petty, it was one less reminder of your past sticking around.

"Well, it seems exactly what we expected. Completely empty and abandoned." Simo sighs as he scans the empty, ruined field. "Should we keep moving?"

>Yeah, let's go.
>No, let's explore a bit more.
>Other

>>28463489
> No, let's explore a bit more.

>>28463489
>>No, let's explore a bit more.

>>28463489
>No, let's explore a bit more.
I CAN FEEL IT COMING IN THE AIR TONIGHT

>>28463489
>No, let's explore a bit more.
we loot the place or at least put the ghosts here to rest.

So what did you think Steiner said to his wife before he took Alisa? Their daughter was very sick? Or did he even tell her in the first place? I would probably think the latter, IMO.

>>28463489
No, there had to some record, some piece of evidence of where you came from hidden away from here. You circle around the remains of the lab again, trying to find something, anything that would validate your belief.

"Morgan."

"Yeah?" You say as you lift a small slab of concrete.

"Morgan, we really should be going." Simo warns.

"Why? It's not like there's anybody out here to stop us." You say.

"Actually," Simo takes your shoulder and spins you around, pointing to the other end of the field. You see some small, fuzzy shapes moving about, definitely human.

"Who are they?" You ask.

"Don't know, and I don't want to find out." Simo whispers. "Let's get out of here while we can.

>Listen to Simo.
>Stick around to see who they are.
>Other

>>28463659
>>Listen to Simo.

>>28463659
>>Listen to Simo.

>>28463659
>Stick around to see who they are.
survivors maybe? bandits don't come here...

>>28463659
>Listen to Simo.

>>28463734
Any reasons why survivors would come back to this hell hole? ...not including us.

Rolled 16

>>28463659
>Stick around
I don't think Morgan could just walk away from this so easily.

>>28463659
> Stick around to see who they are.

>>28463659
>>Listen to Simo.

time to bug out

>>28463752
they never left? maybe they either hide out or was passed over for dead?

still, spy on them. if they are some brave bandits, we gather info on them, and if possable, take them out, or bug out to spread the info.

>>28463781
You know I just hope that Morgan's mother isn't being harassed by survivors. It's pretty hard to let go of a grudge when it consumes your life.

>>28463659
>>Listen to Simo.

>>28463816
all the more reason to stay and learn. we don't have to confront them, we just need to learn who they are and what they are doing here.
>Stick around to see who they are

>>28463659
"Yeah, let's go." You nod. Both you and Simo quietly slip away, making sure to use the debris and tall grass to hide your exit.

"I think we should go into stealth mode." Simo says as you finally reach the treeline.

You frown. That meant you and Simo would have to move more carefully, taking less traveled paths and making sure your tracks were covered to minimize chances of being followed. It was effective, but very time consuming, It would most likely double or even triple your travel time, which meant you'd be reaching Rautja well after dark.

"Are you sure they're following us?" You ask.

"They showed up in a 'haunted' location right after we did. I'm not taking chances." Simo says.

>Listen to Simo.
>Let's just head straight to town.
>Other

>>28463870
>Listen to Simo.
And the same for the next three choices as well.

>>28463870
>>Let's just head straight to town.
Night time is the time for predators hunting prey.

>>28463870
>>Listen to Simo.

>>28463870
We just defy off explosives. The might have followed that.
> Let's just head stair to town.

>>28463870
>Other
go ninja for a bit, then run for the town. we need to make it before it gets dark.
>>28463891
you do realize doing that is by passing this whole quest story line. i don't want to have a minmual ending here

>>28463870
>>Listen to Simo.

>>28463870
"Fine." You sigh. It kind of annoyed you that Simo always seemed to be right.

So, you spend the rest of your day quietly picking through the forest, taking alternate paths and sweeping away your tracks. It's already well past sundown when you reach the town of Rautja.

However, the town isn't quite what you expected. You expected to see some nice little village or hamlet like the dozens you've seen in Gallia. Here, though, you see what is essentially a miniature fortress. The town is surrounded by a large wooden palisade, with a single, very sturdy looking iron gate at the front.

"Well, this looks troubling." Simo breathes.

>Approach the front gate and announce yourselves.
>Try and sneak into town.
>Find somewhere to camp and wait until morning.
>Other

>>28464124
>>Approach the front gate and announce yourselves.

>>28464124
>>Try and sneak into town.

>>28464124
>>Approach the front gate and announce yourselves.

>>28464124
> Find somewhere to camp and wait til morning.

>>28464124
>>Try and sneak into town.

>>28464124
>>Approach the front gate and announce yourselves.

>>28464124
>Approach the front gate and announce yourselves.

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>>28464124
"Let's just announce ourselves. What's the worst that can happen?" You ask.

"We can get shot." Simo sighs.

"You REALLY could use a sense of adventure, Simo. No wonder you mom keeps nagging me to take you out more." You sigh.

"Don't bring my mom into this." Simo mumbles.

"Hey! HEY!" You yell, banging your fist against the gate. "Anybody home?"

You hear the familiar CHICK-CLACK of guns being loaded and cocked. Three or four by your count. You see a head pop up from a parapet atop the gate.

"HEY! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO!?" The guy yells.

"We're just two travellers looking for a place to stay." You respond.

Though it was dark, you could see the man squint his eyes at you.

"Look awfully well armed for a couple of travellers."

"Honestly, who ISN'T armed in these parts?" You retort.

"She's got a point there." You hear another voice float out from behind the wall.

"SHUT UP!" The lead gate guard yells back. "Fine! We'll let you in, but you'll have to turn over your guns!"

>Sure, seems fair.
>No way, we're keeping our guns.
>Other

>>28464426
>>Sure, seems fair.

We keep our knives though.

>>28464426
>>Other
Only if we're the ones who lock them up.

>>28464426
"We keep our pistols."

>>28464426
We're keeping our sidearms

>>28464458
>>28464465

These

>>28464533
second
but we don't have to tell them that

>>28464426
"Well, they just said our guns, not our sidearms and knives, right?" You whisper to Simo.

"They can't possibly be that dumb." Simo grimaces.

>roll 1d20

Rolled 8

>>28464705

Rolled 8

>>28464705

Rolled 15

>>28464705

Rolled 5

>>28464705
Maybe they are that dumb

Rolled 10

>>28464705

Rolled 8

>>28464705
rolling
>>28464736
i hope so...
just in case, she better hide her gun in that "hammer space" all women have.

>>28464762
She's of Valkyrian descent, they all have that space.

>>28464735
"Fine." You sigh as you hold your rifle out. Simo follows suit.

The gate slowly grinds open and you see two men shuffle out. They snatch your rifles and usher you both inside before hurriedly closing the gate.

"Your sidearms, too." One of the guards says.

"Fiiine." You roll your eyes and pull your pistol, with Simo following suit. Thankfully, neither of them think of asking for your knives.

"All right." The lead guard leaps down from the wall and turns to face you two. "What brings two strangers all the way out here?"

>I'm looking for my mother.
>Just passing through, that's all.
>Other

>>28464908
>>Just passing through, that's all.
Have you seen a woman known as Lysa?

>>28464908
>I'm looking for my mother.
It's time.

>>28464908
>>Just passing through, that's all.

Her mother probably won't even recognize her which gives us the golden opportunity to introduce ourselves as "Morgan" and ask her some questions from a third-party perspective.

>>28464908
>Other

Looking for someone.

>>28464908
>I'm looking for my mother.

>>28464953
>>28464980
>>28464926
well now, these can work too. besides, ask why the town looks like a fortress? what happened? zombie attacks?

>>28465037

I guess it is a good thing you guys ran away from the strange shapes, I joined in just now!

>>28464908
"Just looking for somebody, that's all." You shrug. "By the way, why's this town so fortified?"

"Bandits, mostly." One of the guards says. "That and we live very close to the Cursed Land, so the wall helps us feel more secure."

Huh, things were that bad.

"So, who exactly is this person you're looking for?"

"Have you ever heard of a Lysa Steiner?"

>roll 1d20

Rolled 8

>>28465249

Rolled 12

>>28465249

Rolled 19

>>28465249

>>28465265
Nice rolling Wrenloft you beautiful person.

>>28465265
You see the guards visibly tense up.

"How do you know that name?" The lead guard asks.

"A dying man's last request." You say vaguely.

The guards all look at each other.

"You work for Dr. Steiner?" One of them asks.

Well, this was troublesome. You're not sure how to answer that question, considering you pretty much know next to nothing about the people of this town. For all you know they could be loyal to him in some way.

>Um, yes?
>Nope, we were the ones who killed him.
>Never heard of the guy.
>Other

>>28465398
>>Other
He claimed to be my father. Not sure why, though.

>>28465398
>Other
Nope, we don't work for him.

>>28465398
>>Nope, we were the ones who killed him.

>>28465398
No, just a friend of hers. Or so they said.

>>28465398
>>Nope, we were the ones who killed him.
Honesty.

>>28465398
>Other

We don't work for him but we were there when his life ended and wish to relay this news to the woman he spoke of.

>>28465503
This

>>28465398
"No, we don't work for him, but we were there when he died and wished for us to speak to this Lysa." You say as neutrally as you could.

The guards look at each other nervously before the head guard speaks up.

"All right, follow me."

Both you and Simo follow the guard as he leads you through the streets to a rather large building near the town center, which you assume is the local inn. The lead guard talks to the receptionist for a bit before waving you forward.

"Okay, the woman you're looking for, Lysa, she's in the top floor of the inn. But... I have to warn you, but she's not very talkative. Didn't really get along well with the good doctor, you see?"

"Right." You nod.

"Well, I guess it'll cheer her up to hear the old bastard is dead." The guard sighs. "I suggest you don't leave the inn while it's dark. We have a curfew."

"Right." You nod.

You take a deep breath. After all these years, it was finally happening. You were finally going to meet your mother. What was she like, you always wondered. What she pretty? Was she nice? What were hobbies? Did she ever truly love you?

There was only one way to find out. You slowly make your way up the stairs, every step seeming to take agonizingly long. Finally, you reach the door and you stop short.

"Is something wrong, Morgan?" Simo asks.

"I'm... I'm not sure if I can do it." You blink. "What if she's not what I expect? What if I'm doing this only to get let down again?"

"Better than living a life of uncertainty." Simo says.

"I guess you're right." You sigh and slowly open the door.

What you see is a woman who looks impossibly old, her face weathered and her once black hair already grey and stringy. It looked as if had been sitting in that chair for years, never moving. What had happened to her after all this time?

>What do you say?

>>28465708
Mom?

>>28465708
Hello, I'm Morgan Hathcock and this is Simo Petrovich. I would like to ask you about your daughter, Alisa, if you may.

>>28465730
seconded

>>28465730
>>28465750
Not to be a total downer or anything, she may not recognize her daughter.

>>28465708

"Hello, My name is Morgan, I came here to tell you that Doctor Steiner has passed away and to ask you, are you my mother?"

>>28465806
I'd start out with just the beginning of that sentence I.e "Hello, My name is Morgan, I came here to tell you that Doctor Steiner has passed away"

>>28465708
There's simply so much that you want to ask, so much that you want to talk about, and it all runs through you head like a raging river. However, you're only able to croak out a single word.

"...mom?"

The old woman's ears suddenly perk up and her head spins around. It's then that your realize that the woman is blind.

"That voice..." She whispers, her voice thin and ragged as if she had not spoken in a very long time. "Come here, girl. Let me feel your face."

You hesitate for a bit, but Simo "helpfully" nudges you forward. You stumble a bit but Lysa manages to take a hold of your hand and you suddenly feel... calm. She brings her other hand out and brushes it against your cheek, taking in every little detail, and even going so far as you run her fingers through your hair as well.

"Alisa... is that you?" She whispers.

>Yes!
>That's not my name anymore...
>Other

>>28466059
>>Yes!

>>28466059
>>Yes!
but

>That's not my name anymore...

>>28466059
>>That's not my name anymore...

>>28466059
>>Yes!
After the reunion, we can tell her our new name.

>>28466059

>Yes!

then after the reunion.

>That's not my name anymore...

>>28466097
Works for me.

>>28466059
"Yes!" You nod, even though you should've known that she wouldn't have been able to see you. You hug your mother and simply start sobbing.

"Alisa, I never thought I would see you again.." Lysa starts sobbing as well, returning the hug.

"I...I don't go by that name any more." You sniffle. "My name's Morgan now. I... I don't want anything to do with that man anymore."

"Your father -I mean- Steiner. What has happened to him?"

"I killed him." You say simply.

"I suppose it was inevitable." Your mother sighs sadly. "He... he used to be a good man, but his ambitions twisted him."

"I don't care. I found you, Mom." You say. "What happened? Where were you this whole time?"

"When you were born, Steiner would always boast about how you would be the resurrection of the Valkrur. I didn't agree with him speaking as if you were a test subject and threatened to take you away from him... but he beat me to it. He spirited you away to that cursed Vorkuta. The best I could do was move to this town and hope for the best, until... until I had heard the camp burned down, I thought..."

It's then that you mother starts to break down again.

>It wasn't your fault.
>Why didn't do you more?!
>Other

>>28466251
>>It wasn't your fault.

>>28466251
>>It wasn't your fault.

>>28466251
>>It wasn't your fault.

>>28466251
>It wasn't your fault.

>Other
"I got away from the camp, I found friends who took me in, gave me a home, cared for me. I wish I could have found you sooner!"

>>28466251
"It wasn't your fault." You say, shaking your head. "You wouldn't believe how much you missed. I found a new home, Mom. Somewhere we could both live!"

"I... I don't think I deserve to be with you." You mother frowns. "I haven't been a good mother to you at all."

>If that's what you say....
>Well, now's your chance to start over!
>Other

>>28466391
>>Well, now's your chance to start over!

>>28466391

>Other

"You never had the chance to be one."

>>28466433
This

>>28466433

Do it

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>>28466251
"You never had the chance to be one." You say.

With that, the two of you start tearing up again. You turn to see Simo just grin and back off into the hall to give you two some privacy.

>And that's it for tonight! Sorry if the things have ended a bit abruptly, but this thread has pretty much confirmed it to me. I no longer really have any interest in continuing VMQ, so it is with a bit of sadness that I'm announcing that I'm officially moving on from VMQ. It was a great ride guys, but even this one had to end.

>However, that doesn't mean I've stopped QMing. I'm still running PJ Witches and I got a new idea or two in the works. Just be sure to keep an eye on my twitter! Or you can find me lurking in #swq or #ques/tg/enerals.

>Peace, guys.

>>28466604
Thanks for running!

>>28466604

It was a fun ride from start to finish, a few things remain unsolved but continuing on without interest would not be a good idea.

Thanks for running and I'm looking forward to your other work!

>>28466604
And the wild ride ends.

Well told Merc, well told.

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>>28466604
NNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!
WHERE IS MY RICHTER BACKSTORY MINISESSION?!
Peace, man. It was an awesome ride indeed. Also, looking forward to newer installments of your PJ quest.

>>28466604
Thanks for running merc.
Was a hell of a ride.

>>28466604
>the ride has ended
You know, despite continually wondering why we could never get off Merc's Wild Ride(TM) I'm kinda sad to see it go.

Looking forward to more from ya, Merc!

>>28466604
well thanks for everything.

was hoping to see a few more side stories or pastebin stories but alas its over

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>>28466604
Well Merc, it was a nice ride.

And thanks friend, I'll see you again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Jh4M-g3dqs

A song that I thought fit this thread.

fucking waifufaggots

Time for some SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION!!!

Old Works:VMQ:
The Snow Fairy:Part 1: http://pastebin.com/5eA0c73u
Part 2: http://pastebin.com/9wPVagHk

VMQ: Of Maids, and Men: http://pastebin.com/rH8uEZsw

NEW Works:VMQ: The Lullaby ~ A short story http://pastebin.com/t0zDaSWj

Also, topic of the day (a.k.a. Operation Flamebait): Which system of measurement do you prefer Metric or Imperial? and Why?