You are Sir Adlrich Brickvelt, Knight and Crusader. You have ventured far from your English homeland to help reclaim the Holy Land and drive out the vile heathens and pagans. Until you died. There you where, fighting in Acre, cutting down heathens left and right and then BAM! a bright flash in green light sends you flying. You're not sure what killed you, but you are sure you have died, for you see the light of Heaven in the distance, and a divine cacophony faintly in the distance. You are sure you will be greeted warmly by your forefathers and fallen comrades in the halls of the Lord, but when you open your eyes, Heaven doesn't look anything like what you thought it would...Before we begin let's roll for statsThe four values are Strength, Intellect, Dexterity, and LuckStrength determines how strong and healthy Sir Brickvelt is.Intellect is a measure of intelligence, wisdom, perception and general mental flexibility. The greater Sir Brickvelt's Intellect the smarter he is and he can adapt and learn easier Dexterity is the value that determines our Knight's speed and nimbleness. Luck is simply how lucky or unlucky Aldrich is.The dice are four d20's. I'll use the average outcomes of the first four rolls.
Rolled 6, 6, 1, 18 = 31 (4d20)>>37540656
Rolled 2, 15, 8, 19 = 44 (4d20)>>37540656Fight the good fight. Do what is right.
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>37540656
Rolled 19, 2, 11, 16 = 48 (4d20)>>37540656
Rolled 16, 20, 7, 4 = 47 (4d20)>>37540656Rolling.
>>37540879>>37540800>>37540857Give me one moment to do some math
>>37540883>>37540901First four, right?...right?
>>37540901Also, get a trip for safe sake, Horseman.
>>37540901Looks like our highest stat is our luck. Hope that actually does something.
>>37540965You're the 9/11 of anons.
>>37540933These numbers are depressingly low. I'll include the first four. >>37540938>Back in the 90's I was in a very famooous teeeeveeee show. >>37540965They tend to frown on 'em...>>37541004Should I or shouldn't I?
>>37541004Dammit, now I'll be reading all of Horseman OP's lines and explanations in his voice.
>>37541075>They tend to frown on 'em...And yet, all known QM's use one. Hm, I wonder why?
>>37541075You wake up in a field, your vision blurry and your mind slow. When your vision begins to stabilize, the first thing you notice is that you have turned into a futa with 34DD tits and a 30cm cock.
>>37541127>the first thing you notice is that you have turned into a futa with 34DD tits and a 30cm cock.WellI'm out.
>>37541127NO! I'm HORSEMAN!
>>37541148I'm not OP, anon. Trying to tell him that he should get a trip.
>>37541127Grope tits and explore around.
>>37541127Well, thanks for holocausting the flopping thread.
>>37541076War from Darksiders was in my mind, but Bojack works the same. >>37541127No.>>37541075Alright!So the numbers are:1114919Majority assigns the Stat values.
>>37541197STR- 9INT- 11DEX- 14LUK- 19
>>37541075If you actually plan to run this, getting a trip is a good idea, to prevent stuff like this:>>37541127
>>3754119719 int14 str11 dex09 lck
>>37541197>11 Dexterity>14 Strength>9 Luck>19 Intelligence
>>37541197Ignore that trip, this is the right one. The numbers remain the same. Majority assigns the numbers to the Values.
>>37541197Str 14Int 19Dex 9Luck 11
11 11 7 14
>>37541197>>37541230I'll vote for this.
>>37541197>>37541241Oh, you already did, fuck.Strength-14Intelligence-19Dexterity-11Luck-9
>>37541197>STR- 14>INT- 11>DEX- 9>LUK- 19
>>37541264Whoops, didn't know names stay.
>>37541230>Knight>only 9 strSeriously?
>>37541298>>37541278>>37541273>>37541272>>37541264>>37541262>>37541249>>37541248>>37541230>>37541197Okay, so the stats are:Str:14Int:19Dex:11Lck:9So ten is the average Stat line, so Sir Brickvelt is above average strength, a practical genius, only slightly faster and more dexterous than most, and only slightly less lucky than ussually (not enough to effect anything).Next, Weapon of choice!>Sword and Board>Mace and Board>Great sword>Morningstar>Bow>[Write In]Again, majority chooses.
>>37541465>Mace and Board
>>37541465>Sword and Board
>>37541465I kind of want a Flail.Failing that, Mace and Board.
>>37541465>BowI wanna take advantage of that high INT and fill a tactician-esque role.
>>37541508Changing my vote to>>37541495
>>37541465>write inhe was heavy cavalry, so a lance
>>37541563Seconded, we need a car now.
>>37541590That sounds hilariously terrifying.
>>37541465>>Sword and Board
>>37541536I'll change to >>37541563If only because I find the idea of >>37541590 fucking beautiful.
>>37541548>>37541529>>37541495Starting weapon is a Mace and a Shield!
HOLY SHIT! WHAT IF THE KNIGHTS OF CAMELOT HAD BICYCLES!!
>>37541791>what if they had dirtbikes
>>37541812>what if they had cyberpunk horses
>>37541812You could make an ENTIRE movie around that concept.
>>37541812>"We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master.">"What? Ridden on a dirt bike?">"Yes!">"You're using your mouth!">"What?">"You're using your mouth to make engine noises!"
>>37541877Tesla gets sent back in time via tesla techno magic, finds arthur as a orphan, uses him to gather materials necessary for basic combustion engine, lamps, simple mechanical items, gains reputation as powerful wizard, preaches prophecy about boy, local ruler adopts him as son, delusionally believing him to be the chosen one. Local ruler mysteriously dies, Arthur and TeslaMerlin ascend to power, carve out vast empire using early 1800's and even further tech because Tesla would have has infinite access to englands natural resources and probably lands abroad as right hand of the ruler of the land. (Bonus points, gold is extremely rare and valuable because the crown hordes it for teslas machinations. )
>>37541693>>37541691Sorry lads, too late. But don't worry, if things go well you'll be a walking armoury in no time. The sounds of war stir you from you from your moment of rest. You jolt upright, the thunderous headache fading slightly, your Mace readied and your shield raised.You do not find yourself on any battlefield however, nor do you find yourself amoungst the heavenly host, or the legions of hell for that matter, at least not that you can tell. Instead you find yourself in an alien landscape of light and clashing sound. Spires affixed with glowing banners and flashing walls stretch infinitely towards the sky while..things...speed about on black rings, gouting bright beams of light and roaring like savage beasts. These things would imply a realm of Satan if not for the melodies that hung in the air, disjointed and ill mixed but still divinely beautiful and strange. Stranger still are the folken surrounding you in a ring, with garish clothing and hair, colours and styles impossible to the earthly realm, their skin every shade and hue, and their faces contorted in worry, amusement, and fear. >>Question a native of this plane.>>Run away>>DEUS VULT (Roll d20)>>Write In.Just as a heads up I'm on mobile so posts and updates might be a bit slow.
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>37542006>DEUS VULT
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>37542006>DEUS VULT
>>37542006>>Question a native of this plane.
>>37542006>Question a native of this plane.
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>37542006>>DEUS VULT (Roll d20)
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>37542006>>>DEUS VULT (Roll d20)
>>37542006Question a native of this plane. Preferably the fairest maiden.
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>37542006>>>>DEUS VULT
Rolled 3 (1d20)>>37542006>>DEUS VULT
>>37542006>Question a native of this plane.>Clearly these are Nobles and merchants of this land, for they are not covered in shit.>I should attempt to question one in French, the tongue of the aristocracy.
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>37542006>>>DEUS VULT
>>37542082Using a name now, I change mine to question. We have an INT of 19, I think this is what the character would do.
>>37542162You're not the QM, no one's gonna impersonate you. Namefagging is just attention whoring at that point.
Fuck Chihirizahd up the ass
>>37542187>>37542210Holy shit sorry just thought it would be easier to count votes whoopsdidn't know it changed your experience to see a certain arrangement of letters on your screen while reading a thread, I sincerely fucking apologize that for some reason my usage of some kind of identifier interrupts or somehow disengages you from the enjoyment of this thread. Indeed, I will desist, purely on your behest. Thank you, kind and mighty overlord of the internet, for reminding me of the special rules.
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>37542006DEUS VULT
>>37542026>>37542056>>37542058>>37542082 Panicking, you swing your Mace in wild uncoordinated swings but you only succeed in making yourself dizzy and falling down again and frightening the beings.>>37542095>>37542070>>37542048>>37542045>>37542133 You take a breath, smelling the somehow sickly sweet scent of the stone ground. Your get back up, raise your helmet's visor and stow your mace. Looking rather sheepish, you speak to the fattest gentleman amoungst them, a pale man with a strange uniform of seemingly fine black cloth with a dazzlingly red neck tie of some sort and much in the way of fine adornment. "Pardon me Sire, but can you enlighten me as to which celestial realm in which in stand?" You ask in french.The man's eyes widen I surprise, then he laughs and answers in a strange heavily accented dialect that you are unfamiliar with. "You're in the big apple, freind. Are you lost? There's no renaissance festival anwhere near here.">>Big Apple? >>Your French is Terrible>>Am I dead?>>Write In
>>37542269>Thank you, kind and mighty overlord of the internet, for reminding me of the special rules.You're very welcome. Please remember them well in the future. Oh, and tell my disappointment of a daughter that I'm still waiting on her to kill Khorne.
>>37542346>>Am I dead?
>>37542346> Your French is terribleSummon Hugo and Solobro
>>37542346>Your French is TerribleMy sides.
>>37542380>I DEMAND TO SEE WILLEM AND HUGO AT ONCE!>>37542346>>>Your French is Terrible
>>37542346"Your French is terrible. And the 'Big Apple'? I expected the afterlife to have a more... well, more impressive name."
>>37542417>>37542414>>37542391>>37542380>>37542379You eye the fat man dubiously "Sire, why is thy french so foul? And am I slain? Be this Hell or Heaven? Perhaps Neither?" The man just stares back, then addresses the rest of the gathered people "Anyone speak old french?" He calls in the most nasaly, broken and odd English dialect that have ever encountered. You just barely manage to understand him. A shortish woman with vaugely Italian or Jewish features approaches you and the fat man "I do!" She says in a similar accent. She then addresses you in a french much more familiar to you "Hello, I am Lisa DeRetti. What's your name? Do you know where and when you are Ser Knight?>>I am Sir Aldrich Brickvelt, Knight errant and humble crusader. >>This must be heaven to have creatures such as yourself.>>I don't know where I am>>This is Heaven/Hell>>Write In
>>37542800Are we intelligent enough to intuit that this is, somehow, some far future (old french?)
>>37542800>>I am Sir Aldrich Brickvelt, Knight errant and humble crusader.
>>37542800>I am Sir Aldrich Brickvelt, Knight errant and humble crusader. >This must be heaven to have creatures such as yourself.Bitches gonna be all over our chivalrous dick.
>>37542800>>>I am Sir Aldrich Brickvelt, Knight errant and humble crusader.
>>37542837The concept is a little alien for back then, but with our Int score we will figure it out quicker than we would
>>37542800>>I am Sir Aldrich Brickvelt, Knight errant and humble crusader. >>This must be heaven to have creatures such as yourself.
>>37542884>>37542876>>37542867>>37542849>>37542846 You give a slight bow to the shorter woman, "I am Sir Aldrich Brickvelt, Knight errant and humble crusader, as to where I am? Why surely this must be heaven for there to be such a divine beautify such as yourself." She blushes, obviously taken aback. She collects herself, "Okay Sir Brickvelt yo-" you cut her off "You can call me Sir Aldrich m'lady." She nods, "Very well Aldrich, allow me to venture a guess as to your origin...English? By the looks of your armour. This isn't heaven I'm afraid, you are in the city of New York. Do you know where that is?">>New York? What happened to Old York?>>No idea where that is.>>What is with these buildings>>I was in Acre not but five minutes ago!>>What form of English was that?>>Write In
>>37543199>New York? What happened to Old York?>I was in Acre not but five minutes ago!Oh god I love this quest
>>37543199>>New York? What happened to Old York?>>What is with these buildings>>I was in Acre not but five minutes ago!
>>37543199>New York? What happened to Old York?Write InWhat does the duke of New York want with me? When will he interrogate me for he should know that we knights of [insert country] are made of sterner stuff than he may be accustomed.
>>37543199>>New York? What happened to Old York?>>I was in Acre not but five minutes ago!
>>37543199>>>New York? What happened to Old York?
>>37543377>>37543339>>37543235>>37543234>>37543225"New York? Was old York unsatisfactory?" You say. The woman looks flustered, "No, you don't understand y-" You interrupt her yet again "And where exactly is this York? I was in Acre not but five minutes ago!" She Sighs, "Sir you're going to have to calm yourse-" "And these gleaming spires? What sorcery makes them glow so?" She looks beyond you, "M'lord, perhaps you can speak to these men."You turn to face where she was looking, and sure enough two men part the crowd, and walk towards you. There attire is alien like everything else in this land, but their swagger is unmistakable. They are obviously the local constabulary, the thick belt of things around their waists the tools of their trade. Though you see no blade nor bow you eye what can only be bludgeons on their person.>>Hello Gentlemen! Has your duke come to formally greet me to his land?>>Might you point me in the direction of Acre? I really must get back to the Crusade.>>Run>>WHO SUMMONED THE LAW?! >>Wrote In
>>37543809>>Hello Gentlemen! Has your duke come to formally greet me to his land?Play is suave, we have 19 int for a reason
>>37543809>>Hello Gentlemen! Has your duke come to formally greet me to his land?
>>37543809>Hello Gentlemen! Has your duke come to formally greet me to his land?Charming as fuck.
QM pls ;_;
>>37544093He prewrites nothing.
>>37540656>modern day knight
>>37543831>>37543944>>37543966 The larger of the two men comes forth and addresses you in that nasaly broken English "Hello sir, how you doin' tonight?"Deciding that this strange English is the regional dialect you address them in your more refined english, "Ah, good evening sirs. Has thy Duke come to formally grant me audience and an introduction to his holding? He hath surely learn'd of my arrival in his strange but grand city, has he not?" The men look at you in baffled amusement and choose to speak with the woman, instead. "You know this gentleman, ma'am?" She eye's you carefully, chewing her lip. "Yes, he's a coworker of mine at the Met. He has episodes like this when he forgets his meds. I was taking him back now officers, he just had a bit of an outburst, we'll be fine as soon as we get back to his 'castle'." The 'officers' look dubuoys but after ensuring that no one was harmed or had greivences with you, the thank the lady and ask her firmly to return you to your 'home' post-haste.>>Correct the officers and demand an audience.>>Continue on your way with Lisa>>Run>>Thank Lisa for the help but you really must be on your way>>Write In>>37544093>>37544115I really don't. This is my first quest, so I have no idea what I'm doing. How is it so far?
>>37544226>DubiousWhat the hell phone
>>37544226>>Continue on your way with Lisa
>>37544236>dubuoysthe officers are actually american historians
>>37544226>>Continue on your way with LisaShe seems trustworthy
>>37544226Only problem really is your respond time but that's kinda expected when it's your first quest and you have nothing prewritten.
>>37544261>>37544300>>37544305>>37544310I've probably got two more posts left in me tonight. If the thread dies over night should I do one tomorrow or next week? You stay mum and follow the woman, deciding that it is probably best not to aggravate the law in this strange land without familiarity with its system of law. "Come on follow me.", she insists. "Why did you aid me with the law men?" You query. She looks at you nervously, "Because...I saw you...I saw you appear...">>What do you mean?>>Can you explain to me the lie?>>Honestly, where is this place? I am not in any known place>>Will more men come for me?>>Where are we going?>>Write In
>>37544503>>What do you mean?>>Honestly, where is this place? I am not in any known place
>>37544503>what do you mean?>where are we going?
>>37544503What do we know about the 'magic' that sent us here? did we see hear or feel anything about when we got hit?Do we know any rumours from the crusades about magicians?
>>37544503I'm reading on my phone so can't post well right now, but your doing good so far OP, you might want to make a twtter for the quest, just to announce thread times and scheduling and to link threads when they go up so players can find them
>>37544580Good question. We know nothing about what happened only that there was a green flash that sent him flying. Could have easily been a hearty blow to the head. There are rumors of dervish wizards and Saracen warlocks but as a smarter guy, Brickvelt dismisses these assumptions. Perhaps he will reevaluate his position. >>37544545>>37544528>>37544518 "What do you mean?", you inquire. She bites her lip again, a curious habit, "I was looking right at a random spot on the street, and then you just blinked into existence in front of me. I couldn't believe it, I thought I imagined it but other people started noticing and I knew you where real. Let's just hope word doesn't spread..." The news is deeply unsettling but perhaps...perhaps this IS Heaven but no one knows it but you? No, that's ridiculous...maybe this is limbo? You where forgiven of your sins in the crusades, but what of those before hand? You can't be sure, this is all conjecture..."M'lady, I know not of this place. Whether you think me mad or not is of no import, but I truly have no knowledge of this land, of this eldritch architecture, these foreign peoples. What can you tell me of this place?" She nods, "No, I don't think your crazy, I think I'm crazy. I think everything's crazy right now. But...if things..if things are what they seem? Sir...you're in the future..." You stop on the stone path thay borders the ebony road. That...that is impossible...the very idea...but somehow...it makes sense. Deep in your bones you know that this may very well be the truth. But how? Why? What in God's holy name happened in Acre? And what smells of urine? "F-fine. Aye...that's...yes...Where are we going now?",You ask hesitantly. "A place where we can make sense of all this. A place where I can hide you until we figure out what's going on." She assures you. >>Very Well>>What smells so strongly of urine?>>S-so, how far into the future?>>So this is future Acre? All the Muslims are gone, then?>>Write In
>>37544849>>So this is future Acre? All the Muslims are gone, then?Top fucking kek. Remove kebab
>>37544849>>Very Well>>S-so, how far into the future?
>>37544849>very well>how far into the future?
>>37544849>So this is future Acre? All the Muslims are gone, then?Too tempting
>>37544827I will next quest. It's too late for all dat right now. Any suggestions for general improvement? Other than response time of course. And if anyone spots major historical inaccuracies or interesting historical stuff that might be cool to add I'd love to here them.
>>37544875>So this is future Acre? All the Muslims are gone, then?
>>37544849>>>So this is future Acre? All the Muslims are gone, then?Hahahaha
>>37544879it would help to know which year he thinks he is in
>>37544868>>37544869>>37544874>>37544875>>37544885>>37544887"Very well then, I suppose.", you say, still shaken by the revelation that you may be hundreds of years from your home. "S-so, this is the future of the world? Truly what wonders it has wrought." She nods and smiles, "You're taking all of this quite well, I must admit Sir Knight." You laugh, "It's all I CAN do, m'lady. So is this what the Future of Acre holds? We wiped out the Muslims, yes?" She looks shocked at this, then laughs sheepishly, "N-no, not really..." You scoff, "Like plague rats they are! Damned things won't quit!" She shushes you, "We really need to talk about political correctness of you want to survive here!" You pass by many places, shoppes and taverns and inns from what you manage to read and what Lisa has time to explain. Despite the amazing wizardry at work in the city, the signs of urban squalor litter the streets, as do beggars and madmen. It's good to see that some things never change.The pair of you carry on your way in relative peace until you pass by another tavern. Then you get hit. It is glass, you know this because it shatters upon your plate, and was filled with alcohol because it's seeping into your God Damned armour. You turn and you see a man, obviously inebriated, laughing "Wooo! Yeah! Thash cool man! Thatsh real fuckin' cool!"Lisa gasps, "Please, I don't know how you'd normally act but the man is drunk and no one cares if you're a lord! We need to just keep moving!">>DEUS VULT (Roll d20)>>Do you wish death, ruffian?>>Your laws are strange and your people crass, but I will leave him>>Make a rude gesture>>Write In
>>37545080>>Do you wish death, ruffian?He sullied our armour! We demand recompense or our honour satisfied!
>>37544879>I will next quest.You mean next thread?
>>37545080>Just keep walkin'.
>>37545094>>37545080I'm changing this to: >>Your laws are strange and your people crass, but I will leave him
>>37545080>>>Your laws are strange and your people crass, but I will leave him
>>37545080>>Your laws are strange and your people crass, but I will leave him
>>37545097Yes. That.One more update then I'm shuttin' 'er down.
>>37540857CRUSADER, THE LORD OF THE REALM
>>37545100>>37545108>>37545109 You are drenched in ale and furious but you manage to not cave in the drunkard's skull. "Your land's law are strange and your people crass, but this gong farmer gets live his miserable life for a little longer. No doubt someone with less patience than I will end him for me." You growl as you turn you back. Wet and sticky you are no longer able to enjoy the sweeping architecture and strange buildings as much as you had, and what is apparently not a terribly long walk at all becomes an endless march. You pass through a sizeable cultivated wood before arriving at your destination. The building touches you in a way that the others had not, combining the classical Roman and greek architecture with that of this new era, creating a truly unique building. "What is this before me?" You ask. She smiles, apparently pleased at your amazement, "This is my place of work and study, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, or the MET. It's where we can get some answers, and you, some rest." You smile, and nod, "After you, M'lady."You both walk toward the museum hopefully answers and fresh trousers.
>>37545239That's it for tonight, keep an eye out for the next one tomorrow.Can I get any questions, comments, concerns?
>>37545248Thanks for the thread OP, next thread same time tomorrow?
>>37545264Hopefully, maybe a little earlier, like 9:30 EST?
Can someone archive this? I'm on mobile right now so I can't :/
>>37545275Cool, I'll look out for the thread
>>37545315I'll be able to do it when i get to my PC in about an hour
>>37545342Based. Thanks anon.
>>37545275I'm assuming that's PM? Just trying to figure out timezonea
>>37545349aaand archivedhttp://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Modern%20Knight%20Quest that link will show any threads with the tag "Modern Knight Quest", though I misspelled the MC's name in the description as I copy pasted it from the opening post.you can post this link in future threads for easy access for new posters.
I wouldd like to say that is unlikely the he believes the world is flat chances are you either never thought About it or the theory that the Atlantic and Pacific are in fact one GI f****** ganttic body of water with nothing in between
>>37546047>f******What are you, 12?
>>37546111no my phone's voice to text program Auto Censors
>>37540656Sir elton John, modern knight and slayer of heathens.
>>37546363Get a better phone.
>>37549430>it turns out God doesn't exist and anyone can become a knight just by getting tapped on the shoulder by an old lady with a sword