>>2929245
>You heard the man, find the general!
Honor before whores.

Find the general!

>>2929245
>>Fuck that shit, you need to make sure your mother’s safe.

>>2929245
>>You heard the man, find the general!

>>2929245
>You heard the man, find the general!
Hello fellow questers, please join us in discussion about this new quest at
#NomadDiscussion at irc.rizon.net

>>2929245
>You heard the man, find the general!
Good to see you again Soma.

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>>2929255
This man lies, only dumb faggots join this IRC.

>>2929256
Good to be back, Anon.

>>2929257
So why aren't you there yet faggot?

>>2929257
Did you want to make a discord server instead?

>>2929260
Maybe
The quest right now is too new, let's get shit established before we go forming shadow cabals n' whatnot.

I recognize the name Soma, and I know I liked a quest of yours before, but I cant remember what it was

With the return of Soma, maybe the ripples of power will awaken Osyki from his ancient slumber as well.

>>2929245
>You heard the man, find the general!
>>2929255
Oh boy here comes the ircabal again. Fuck off rob

>>2929263
I think he wrote a Game of Thrones fanfic, once?

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>>2929265
One can only dream.

>>2929270
>>2929263
I've run a few quest in my time. Life of a Bastard Quest, Life Quest, Criminal Negligence Quest, Fire Vatis Quest, You Awaken in Banished Quest... Nothing that really took off though.

>>2929272
How long will it take until you disappear again?

>>2929245
>You heard the man, find the general!
Gee, I wonder which option will win.

Also, fuck yes a Soma quest after all this time! IRCabals, suffering, and terrible decisions, here we go!

>>2929281
We must find another mask.

>>2929276
I give it a week, two at most.

>>2929247
>>2929252
>>2929255
>>2929256
>>2929269
>>2929281
>Save 15% or more on car insurance.

>>2929250
>Act like a craven momma's boy.

Writin'

>>2929283
>I give it a week, two at most.
I think we all need to have a serious discussion pertaining to the fact that our gracious quest master known as Soma. He is not the proficient writer we once thought him to be, in all actuality he is a hack and a fraud peddling low quality goods, he is equatable to the snake oil salesmen of yore. We have seen him throw out worthless and petty drama time and time again yet accepted his skill as a writer nonetheless, we suck in his scenes of mindless violence like a starving calf does his mothers teat, we do this even though it is obscenely obvious to even the lowest of the common plebes that violence could be written by a third grader. For far too long have we debased ourselves reveling in simple adrenaline evoking scenes and suffering through mindless drivel between. I say it is high time that we demand of Soma a higher quality quest and that he should be held accountable for his poorly thought out setting and plot lines that are so blatantly come up with on the spot. I personally have spent several weeks deep within the bowels of the beast known as the ircabal and in my times there I have gathered evidence which leads me to believe there is a origin point for all the flaws which our quest master has. I propose that soma is a autisitc pedophile lacking in the common moral fiber that binds upstanding society, I assert this to have been the driving factor in his early leave from home as he had made unwelcome sexual advances upon his underage sister possibly even raping her. The resulting social backlash and banishment from his normal everyday life would be an extreme stress factor to someone with autism, leading to him seeking a way to vent his frustrations in some way. That way is Banished Quest; Banished Quest is an autisitc pedophiles emotional vent enabled and allowed to continue for far too long. I thank you for your time reading all of this my fellow questing individuals and I welcome all constructive criticism.

>>2929282
Hell nah son, no masks here, nuhuh

>>2929290
There it is, good ole soma copy pasta

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Ardeshir’s grip tightened around the handle of the pistol, and without thinking he leapt to his feet. The battle raged all around him as his feet pounded against the dirt road, carrying him as quickly as they could through the crowds of soldiers. He couldn’t see the enemy, not through the choking haze of smoke. Bullets seemed to come from nowhere, pinging off the dirt and rocks or burying themselves at random into the flesh of men. Arde kept himself low to the ground and hugged the embankment of stone as long as he could, to avoid sharing the fate of the broken men who littered the battlefield.

Eventually the wall ended, and Arde was forced to make a break across open ground for a grouping of wagons which might offer some protection. The battle which raged in the center of the column seemed absent here, the clouds of smoke not nearly as thick and the gunshots more distant. As Ardeshir crouched to shelter behind a cart full of supplies he found himself face to face with a Votish soldier, a boy probably about his own age, his face gaunt and skin pale.

The foreigner dropped his rifle and reached for his knife, but before he could prise the blade from its sheath Ardeshir had shoved the barrel of his pistol into the boy’s chest. There weren’t any other soldiers in sight, most having rushed off to defend their fellows against the ambush from the north. Before either of the youths could say anything to deescalate the situation, the sound of hooves pounding against dirt cut through the din of battle. Someone was coming.

>Abandon the soldier to the deprivations of whoever the horsemen were, you had a mission to carry out.
>Gesture for the boy to stay silent, and wait for the horsemen to reveal themselves. Maybe they’re reinforcements from the Votish cavalry?
>Duck underneath the cart and lie in wait, hopefully the foreigner won’t give away your position unnecessarily.
>Write-in

>>2929341
>Abandon the soldier to the deprivations of whoever the horsemen were, you had a mission to carry out.

>>2929341
>Abandon the soldier to the deprivations of whoever the horsemen were, you had a mission to carry out.
Though I THINK you mean depredations.

>>2929352
I certainly do, Anon. I certainly do.

>>2929341
>Gesture for the boy to stay silent, and wait for the horsemen to reveal themselves. Maybe they’re reinforcements from the Votish cavalry?

>>2929341
>Duck underneath the cart and lie in wait, hopefully the foreigner won’t give away your position unnecessarily.

>>2929341
>Pull the trigger.
Then
>Abandon the soldier to the deprivations of whoever the horsemen were, you had a mission to carry out.

>>2929341
>Punch him out, then carry on with your mission.
Assuming we've ever knocked someone out. If not
>Abandon the soldier to the deprivations of whoever the horsemen were, you had a mission to carry out.

>>2929347
>>2929352
>>2929360
>>2929375
>Good luck scrub

>>2929356
>Fuck the shut up.

>>2929358
>Hide like a little girl.

>>2929360
>Shoot strangers for no reason.

>>2929375
>VULCAN NERVE PINCH!

Writin

First roll of the quest! Give me three rolls of 1d100, flat, against a DC of 45 (Base 60, -15 from Distracted). You need two rolls to exceed the DC in order to pass.

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>2929422

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>2929422

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>2929422
New system, eh?
>>2929424
Damn

>>2929428
Yeah, I'm trying it out. It has a much smoother probability curve, so it has that going for it.

Chryssa was best girl.

>>2929442
She was a cuck

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Keeping his pistol trained on the boy, Arde picked up the discarded rifle and retreated towards a ditch which ran along the south side of the road. Once he had put some distance between himself and the Votish soldier he shoved the pistol into the black sash wrapped about his waist and set off at a sprint further down the road, the boy’s rifle clutched against his chest. It was an heavy thing, practical as a club if nothing else, and for ammunition Ardeshir had only the single shot loaded in the barrel. Despite these admitted disadvantages, the rifle was bound to punch a hole in just about anything he pointed it at, and if nothing else it was certainly intimidating.

From behind him, a series of gunshots cut through the roar of cannon fire and the crack of thunder. Fear twisted Ardeshir’s gut as he retreated towards the vanguard. He could hear more hooves pounding against the dirt road and the whoops and ululations of his countrymen as they fell upon the regiment’s supplies, already setting their minds to plunder. If the enemy cavalry had already divided the column in two, what hope did the Votish have of pulling a victory from this sorry state of affairs?

As Arde drew nearer the front of the column, the sounds of battle grew louder. Smoke choked his view of the road but not the white plumes of rifle fire, no. The brush to either side of the road crackled and burned, black smoke curling skyward as it was consumed by flames. Dead men lay scattered everywhere, reduced to blackened husk of men. It was impossible to tell if they were Votish soldiers or native ambushers. He slowed his pace, and abandoned the smoldering roadside ditch in favor of creeping between the abandoned carriages and smoking husk of dead horses which littered the road. Apparently the civil servants and other bureaucrats traveling with the column of soldiers had not been spared the attacker’s wrath.

(1/2)

Voices and gunfire drifted down the road from up ahead. As Ardeshir advanced further, figures emerged from the smoke. Their tattered robes and the black sashes about their waist identified them as natives. The ambushers sheltered behind a tipped over cart, peeking over the top to take potshots before ducking back down to avoid return fire. Ardeshir laid flat against the ground, hiding himself behind the corpse of a horse and carefully shouldering his rifle. Before he had the chance to fire, a bullet punched a hole through the cart’s wooden bottom and took one of the men in the gut, doubling him over. He collapsed, clutching the wound and screaming at the top of his lungs until his companion retrieved a pistol from his sash and put a bullet through the dying man’s skull.

>Try to take the enemy captive. He’s just one man, and both his rifle and his pistol are unarmed.
>Shoot the native while he’s distracted and then make a break for the Votish lines. Hopefully you won’t get shot by an ally.
>This is hopeless, maybe if you pretended to be one of the ambushers you could get out of this alive? You’re half native, after all.
>Write-in

>>2929477
>Shoot the native while he’s distracted and then make a break for the Votish lines. Hopefully you won’t get shot by an ally.

>>2929477
>>Shoot the native while he’s distracted and then make a break for the Votish lines. Hopefully you won’t get shot by an ally.

>>2929477
Are you intentionally writing so it's not clear what side MC belongs to? Because I really don't know what MC would want to be doing right now.

>>2929477
>Shoot the native while he’s distracted and then make a break for the Votish lines. Hopefully you won’t get shot by an ally.
Weak start desu

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>>2929489
Indeed I am.
Ardeshir is half-Votish, half-Bashkani. His mother is a native prostitute in the army's baggage train. He has no idea who his father is.
He looks like a native, so the Votish may very well decide to shoot him. However, he was raised by the army, so he's probably more than a little attached to many/some of the Votish soldiers.

>>2929503
A few threads later I may write a fanfic involving the garrison running a train on the MC's mom while he secretly watches and masturbates

>>2929503
56%

>>2929477
>>This is hopeless, maybe if you pretended to be one of the ambushers you could get out of this alive? You’re half native, after all.

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>>2929482
>>2929488
>>2929502
>Shoot a man in the back.

>>2929526
>Become a filthy traitor

ROOOOLL ME 1d100+10 (+20 from Army Brat, -10 from Unnerved) vs DC 40 (Base 40 for Close Range)

>>2929516
I would expect nothing less from my readers.

Rolled 83 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2929531

Rolled 24 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2929531
Cowards live

Rolled 29 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2929531
So what do we look like?

>>2929531
Cute whore, would pay for on a long trek.
>>2929538
Just 1 off, close, guess MC isn't very experienced.

>miss
Holy shit we blind.

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>>2929534
>>2929535
>>2929538
>93, 34, 39 vs DC 40
By a hair, that'll be a regular failure. Writin'

>>2929538
I'm undecided, but in a couple years I'm thinking he'll look something like pic related.

>>2929546
...Including the homosexual eye color?

>>2929565
found the negroid

>>2929565
Nah, blue eyed rather than purple.

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>>2929571
...We're an Iranian beauty? Shit, we better watch out for guys like this.

>>2929582
Why should we watch out for a wise magical negro?

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Lining up his sights with the native’s back, Arde slid his finger to the trigger. His breath was coming fast and heavy and his heart pounded in his throat, he’d never killed a man before mustering his courage he quickly depressed the trigger. The rifle bucked against his shoulder, but instead of planting a bullet firmly in the man’s spine his shot went wide. It put a hole through his voluminous robes before punching through the bottom of the cart, leaving only a flesh wound in its wake.

The wounded man cried out in a mix of shock and pain, whipping around to face Ardeshir where he remained sheltered beside the dead horse. His face was a mask of rage, and throwing aside his rifle he ripped one of the swords in the native pattern from his belt. Its curved blade seemed to dance in the firelight as he charged down the road, a ragged yell tearing from his throat.

>Try to get your pistol free from your belt before he can reach you.
>Get to your feet and draw your pesh-kabz. It's just one man, surely you can take him.
>Make a run for the Votish lines! If you can get past him, you should be safe, right?
>Write-in

>>2929600
>Try to get your pistol free from your belt before he can reach you.

>>2929600
>Try to get your pistol free from your belt before he can reach you.
>kill him with magic

>>2929600
>Get to your feet and draw your pesh-kabz. It's just one man, surely you can take him.
SWORD FIGHT

>>2929600
>>Write-in
meditate on nature

just kidding,

>Try to get your pistol free from your belt before he can reach you.

Only idiots bring a sword to a gun fight.

>>2929600
>>Make a run for the Votish lines! If you can get past him, you should be safe, right?

>>2929606
>kill him with magic
What magic, Anon? :^)

>>2929602
>>2929606
>>2929616
>Cast Gun

>>2929607
>Shank a niqqa

>>2929617
>Bravely run away.

ROOOLLL ME 1d100 (+20 from Army Brat, -10 from Unnerved, -10 from Rushed) vs DC 45 (Base 40 from Close Range, +5 from Amateur Swordsman)

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>2929635
Time to fuck up.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>2929635
SATAN

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>2929635
i am good at this

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>2929642
Congrats! You did it!
>>2929635

oh

>>2929642
>>2929645
>>2929652
This quest is off to a great start

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>>2929642
>>2929645
>>2929652
>8, 94, 8
>Failure
Wow, didn't expect Ardeshir to die in the first thread. No worries, I've got a back-up protagonist waiting in the wings.

>>2929667
This is what happens when you don't have magic steroids.

>>2929667
welcome to d100

>>2929667
> -Hawk-eyed: Born with the ability to see the magical field, the tavan, which resides in and around all living things. (+10 to Marksmanship & Etiquette)
>born with it
>doesn't use it
He deserves to die.

>>2929667
good qm, good dice system

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>>2929245
>major grammatical error in the first sentence of the quest

should have stayed gone desu

>>2929676
Doesn't realize he has it yet, but hopefully we'll get to that point in the story before too long.

>>2929681
we're going to die in 3 rounds aren't we

This son of a whore isn't a warrior.

>>2929245
Get back to me on twitter you bastard!

Otherwise, it's good to have you back.

Give me another roll, 1d100+5 (+15 from Army Brat, -10 for Unnerved) vs DC 55 (Base 50 for Melee, +5 from Amateur Swordsman)

Rolled 46 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2929703

Rolled 2 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2929703
Army brat is a strong trait.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2929703
i often have the best rolls

Rolled 76 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2929703
Do you regret switching systems yet

Rolled 82 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2929703

Rolled 41 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2929703

oh

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>>2929709
>>2929713
>>2929716
>51, 7, 35
>Severe Failure

>>2929717
Not at all, friend

>>2929725
So did we learn how to use magic or spend vys to survive or do you really have that backup protag ready?

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>>2929725

>>2929725
>87.5% chance to get at least one 50 for a regular failure

>Still fuck it up.

>>2929725
Why is the army just watching us fight?

>>2929737
gunpowder smoke maybe

Well well well. The return of Soma. Never thought I'd see the day . . .

>>2929740
fuck off

>>2929740
Tired of shitposting on akun?

>>2929737
They're not, you're dueling on an abandoned stretch of road obscured with smoke and ash. The Votish lines are some indeterminate distance behind the overturned cart the soldier was sheltering behind.

Kinda hoping we lose one or more of our limbs here desu

>>2929747
why was he hiding behind the cart if you can fight like two idiots in the open without any chance of the army spotting you? Is it he braindead or a coward?

>>2929745
>>2929746

A man who can only shitpost in one garden is a mere amateur.

I'm a fucking professional.

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>>2929740
>>2929758
Hi there!

You seem to have made a bit of a mistake in your post. Luckily, the users of 4chan are always willing to help you clear this problem right up! You appear to have used a tripcode when posting, but your identity has nothing at all to do with the conversation! Whoops! You should always remember to stop using your tripcode when the thread it was used for is gone, unless another one is started! Posting with a tripcode when it isn't necessary is poor form. You should always try to post anonymously, unless your identity is absolutely vital to the post that you're making!

Now, there's no need to thank me - I'm just doing my bait to help you get used to the anonymous image-board culture!

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So what have you and your sister been up to while us mere anons have been suffering?

>>2929761

But why are you posting with your id on, Wb/Gz7hb

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>>2929755
Not to scale, but vaguely accurate.

>>2929774
What do you think this picture depicts? Because it doesn't.

>>2929774
you going to explain what the various marks on that scribble represent?

>>2929774
is that one of the twin towers moments after it got hit by an airplane?

>>2929777
>>2929778
See
>>2929781
I don't understand the confusion, it's perfectly clear.

>>2929774
Yo that building is on fire!

>>2929764
His sisters been busy being a god damn rug munching commie

>>2929764
Why does Soma look vaguely like EEE?

>>2929808
Who the fuck is that? Who the fuck are you?

>>2929816
>implying you're not EEE

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Arde pushes himself to his knees, grabbing the handle of his pistol where it protrudes from his sash and jerking it free. The native is barreling towards him, sword raised, and without thinking he shoves the pistol in the man’s general direction and fires. Smoke fills the air between Arde and his attacker, but a moment later the man’s blade cuts through the fog of war. It misses Ardeshir’s skull by a fraction of an inch, and in a panic he scrambles backwards.

Instinctively, Arde chucks his pistol at his native attacker. The wooden grip bounces harmlessly off the man’s broad chest, and with a sadistic grin he advances. “I’m going to enjoy disemboweling you, traitor.” He mutters in Ardeshir’s mother tongue, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword. “It’s the fate all you fucking collaborators deserve!”

He raises the sword again, and by some miracle Ardeshir manages to retrieve his pesh-kabz from its sheath. He barely manages to interpose the blade between himself and the soldier’s pulwar. The sound of metal striking metal rang through the abandoned road, but it was followed in short order by Arde’s pained cry as the pulwar’s blade slid down past the guard-less hilt to score a deep gash along the back of his hand. The strength left his hand, and the knife slipped from Arde’s lifeless grip.

A sharp kick to the side of his head stunned Arde, and when his senses returned to him he felt cold steel digging into the tender flesh of his exposed throat. “Stupid cunt,” the soldier barked, digging his heel more firmly into Ardeshir’s chest. “I hope your ancestors cast you into the House of Lies for betraying our people.”

In that moment, Arde could only lament how pathetic his death would be. He would not be remembered in song, his story would not find its way into the tapestry of history. His life wasn’t even a footnote, just a nameless casualty of a battle that might not even be recorded. With his eyes wide Ardeshir searched his surroundings for anything, anything that all which might allow him to turn the tide. It was then that he noticed something odd. Thin bolts of electricity crackled along the man’s limbs, and in the air around him. It was the queerest thing he’d ever seen.

As the blade began to press more firmly into Ardeshir’s throat, he acted on instinct. Thrusting his hand towards his attacker, he willed the lightning to turn back in on its host.

>ROOOOOOLL ME 1d100 (+0 from Significant Channeling Capacity, +0 from Untrained Magical Talent) vs DC ???

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2929851

Well shit, I just realized I flipped tenses in that post. Whoops.

Rolled 1 (1d001)

>>2929851
>>ROOOOOOLL ME 1d100 (+0 from Significant Channeling Capacity, +0 from Untrained Magical Talent) vs DC ???

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2929851
Watch me get a 1

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>2929851
Here we go

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>2929851
TENSE FLIPPER!

TENSE FLIPPER!

TENSE FLIPPER!

Rolled 3 (1d100)

y'all shoulda waited for me

>>2929863
hahahaha

>>2929859
>>2929862
>>2929863
>55, 91, 2 vs DC 20/40/60
That'll be a Regular Success on a destruction spell of middling strength.

>>2929872
Not bad for the first spell.

>>2929893
No, it's pretty bad.

>>2929909
>>2929893

Wait did you mean our atrocious spell or Soma's atrocious spelling?

Which one is a bigger disappointment?

>>2929913
Your quest.

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Time seemed to slow as black spots swam through Arde’s vision, appearing across his attacker’s limbs and beginning to grow rapidly. Color seemed to drain from the scene before him, only the electric blue of the strange lightning spared as it curled in on its host, vanishing beyond the event horizon of the holes pockmarking his attacker’s robes. His pained cry was muted as more and more holes appeared across his frame, spreading to consume all that they touched. He didn’t even feel the strips of flesh peeling off his forearm, stripped by the winds of magic as they raged both within and without.

Ardeshir rose to his feet, keeping the palm of his hand pointed squarely at the native as the man writhed on the ground, his sword abandoned. He watched, even as the burst blood vessels in his eyes painted his sclera red, and the pain in the back of his head threatened to blind him. He watched until all that was left of the man was a shredded corpse, covered in unnaturally perfect holes, its blood turning the dirt road to mud

And then, without a word, the boy collapsed.

>>2929923
Well, good quest Soma, nice and conclusive ending.
Any ideas about your next project?

Cool beans. Will the next one be second person?

Ardeshir awoke with a start in his quarters, covered in sweat and sucking in great heaving lungfuls of air. deep within the bowels of the monastery. It was pitch black, but with a vague gesture the wicks of the oil lamps set into the walls ignited readily. They illuminated a depressingly bare room, empty save for the cot on which Ardeshir slept and the desk sitting by the ancient wooden door. It had been years since he’d had that dream, of the first time he’d killed a man. Of the discovery of his magical talent.

Throwing off the wet sheets, he swung his legs off the edge of the cot and rested his back against the cool stone wall. The cold sent a shiver down his spine, but it brought him back to the present. Today was a big day, he needed to have his wits about him if he was going to see the next.

>Retreat to the baths, you’ll want to look fresh when you present yourself to the Dastur and his council of Herbadan.
>See if the kitchens are open at this early hour, you look forward to breaking your fast.
>Get dressed and go out into the yard. You want to practice your swordsmanship.
>Write-in

>>2929948
>See if the kitchens are open at this early hour, you look forward to breaking your fast.

>>2929948
>Work out a quick nut

>>2929948
>>See if the kitchens are open at this early hour, you look forward to breaking your fast.

>>2929948
>Retreat to the baths, you’ll want to look fresh when you present yourself to the Dastur and his council of Herbadan.

>>2929948
>See if the kitchens are open at this early hour, you look forward to breaking your fast.

>>2929948
>Get dressed and go out into the yard. You want to practice your swordsmanship.
Getting our ass handed to us is a pretty good motivator to get better. Lets make some gains.

>>2929948
>Retreat to the baths, you’ll want to look fresh when you present yourself to the Dastur and his council of Herbadan.

>>2929948
>>Get dressed and go out into the yard. You want to practice your swordsmanship.
Try something different this time instead of pure mage.

>>2929948
>Retreat to the baths, you’ll want to look fresh when you present yourself to the Dastur and his council of Herbadan.

Gotta get our penis inspected

>>2929948
>>Get dressed and go out into the yard. You want to practice your swordsmanship.

>>2929948
>See if the kitchens are open at this early hour, you look forward to breaking your fast.

>>2929974
3 inches

hidden by a thick carpet of 8-inch arab pubes

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>>2929974
>>2929966
>>2929957
>Scrub-a-dub-dub

>>2929950
>>2929956
>>2929959
>>2929995
>Food porn

>>2929971
>>2929961
>>2929992
>Never skip sword day

Food porn it is. I'll probably have it be the case that you'll end up doing all of the above, but food will come first.

And speaking of food, I'm also gonna take a short break for lunch and more coffee.

>>2930006
>I'm also gonna take a short break
just running out for cigarettes, eh?

see you next year

>>2930006
You fools, what have you done, now none of us can stop him.

>>2930006
Are you coming back daddy?

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No fucking way. Soma! back from the wars, finally i can once again see shitstorms that make Hurricane Katrina look tame, finally i can see a whole new level of shitposting.

Welcome back man

>Read the last banished thread, Not a single comment about how Jewing was best girl
>Shameful dispray anons

After a few more minutes spent with his back pressed to the wall, Arde rose to his feet and made his from his bedroom to his sitting room. He found his clothes waiting for him on a bench by his bedroom door, neatly folded as he’d left them, and quickly set about the task of pulling them on. He grabbed a six foot strip of white cloth by its embroidered hem and wrapped it haphazardly about his waist, tucking and knotting to keep it in place before passing the excess on his right side through his legs. He pleated the fabric carefully and tucked it in at the small of his back. The process was mirrored with the fabric hanging from his left side, the pleats tucked in at his groin instead.

All that remained was to slip on his silken robes, dyed red with golden accents, and secure them about his waist with a plain black sash. There were a few adjustments that needed to be made, the loincloth in particular needed to be fiddled with until it was just right, but once he was satisfied that he looked presentable he grabbed his pesh-kabz knife from where it hung by the door. The weapon was of a simpler make than those of his peers, and truthfully ‘knife’ was a bit of a misnomer. From pommel to point it was just slightly shorter than the length of his arm, with an intensely heavy blade that narrowed to a sharp point. The blade had the slightest curve throughout its length and a thick spine, allowing the wielder to hack away wildly at their opponent without worrying about the weapon’s integrity.

Despite the ivory hilt and gold ornamentation on the blade and the scabbard, it was at heart a peasant’s weapon. Fitting considering Ardeshir had made it himself. He was probably the son of some foreign noble but since he didn’t know who his father was he had no status, and certainly lacked the wealth to commission even half as fine a blade from a professional smith. The iron ore he’d pulled from long-abandoned mines further up the slopes of the mountain, and Yazd Shadi had helped him smelt the steel to ensure it was of good quality. Ardeshir tucked the pesh-kabz into his sash, the smooth ivory of the hilt pressed into his palm a familiar comfort.

Once dressed he exited his suite of rooms into the prayer hall, where two of his fellow disciples were already prostrated before the statue of Sardar, the First King. The statue depicted him seated with his legs crossed in the lotus position, wielding a sword in his right hand and a scroll in his left. Ardeshir advanced to a cushion near the front of the hall and joined his brothers in prostrating himself before the statue. His own voice joined the soft susurrations which filled the room, the ritual of morning prayer soothing his frayed thoughts.
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“From falsehood lead me to truth,” the prayer carried a musical lilt as it drifted from Ardeshir’s lips, elongated vowels flowing into one another and blurring the divisions between words. He’d always found Old Bashko to be a beautiful language, devoid of the harshness introduced by the Sabanyi. It was truly a shame that so few of his brothers and sisters bothered to actually learn the language beyond the daily prayers. “From darkness lead me to the light, from death lead me to immortality. This I ask of my ancestors, and offer my loyalty in turn. This I ask of my God-king, and offer my labor in turn. This I ask of Pyl, Kabig, Palang, and all the Old Gods of my people, offering my reverence in turn.”

When he’d concluded his prayers some few minutes later, Ardeshir rose to his feet. He bowed to the statue of Sardar once more before leaving the prayer hall. As the most senior disciple in the monastery by several years, he didn’t actually have that many duties that he couldn’t pawn off on someone younger. He’d break his fast and then his schedule was clear until the evening.

Worried by the prospect of wasted time, Arde occupied himself as he made his way through labyrinthine hallways and spiraling staircases to the dining hall hosting a vigorous internal debate over the merits of spending some time in the yard practicing his swordplay versus going on a hike up the mountain to train his endurance. The debate still raged even as he wandered through the abandoned dining hall, most of the other disciples still sleeping at this early hour.

Fortunately there were voices in the kitchen, and when Ardeshir shouldered open the heavy wooden door he found the various servants of the monastery hard at work preparing breakfast for the few hundred disciples and monastic officials. They were assisted in their duties by the younger disciples, and Arde remembered fondly the years he spent in the kitchen. The heat issuing from the hot coals sitting at the bottom of any of a dozen tandoor ovens took some getting used to, but sweltering though it was there was something pleasant about working in the kitchen.

One of the youths drew the attention of the bawarchi and pointed out Ardeshir standing by the door. The chef was an aged woman; heavy set, wrinkled, and notoriously irritable, but to her credit she ran her kitchen with all the disciple of a Votish regiment. “Gods damn you, boy!” She cried upon setting her cataracts-fogged eyes upon Ardeshir, a. “Every morning you ravenous locust come barging in as if you own the place! Out! Out! I will send a stripling when the food is prepared!”

Ardeshir obliged, retreating from the kitchen with his hands raised in surrender. He took a seat at one of the benches nearest the kitchen door and resigned himself to wait. Fortunately it wasn’t long before the same young girl that pointed him out when he entered the kitchen emerged bearing aloft a heavy plate laden with his morning meal.

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Breakfast was a simple affair, as it always was. Lavash bread, goat cheese, and fig jam accompanied by sweetened black tea. Whatever disciple had brewed the tea this morning had done a poor job of it, it was far too dark for Ardeshir’s taste, but the fig jam was a welcome addition to the otherwise typical fair. Summer was turning to fall, which meant the main harvest was coming in from the orchards. This batch of jam was undoubtedly richer than the spring crop, and the sweetness really complemented the tang of the goat cheese.

(Still writing the sword practice, but I wanted to go ahead and post breakfast.

>>2930214
>Not liking his tea black as the void between stars
absolutely pleb

>>2930202
>bawarchi
As always, Soma is to muzzies what weeaboos are to the japs. Just call her a chef, you fag.

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>>2930230
Superior Iranian language, folded over ten thousand times.

>>2930196
>Magic>Ricky>Money
Get outta here with the weak shit

>>2930202
>all the disciple
Shame you on Soma.

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With his hanger satiated, the time had finally come to make a decision. His defeat at the hands of what was, at best, an amateur swordsman fresh in his memory Ardeshir resolved to get in some work in the training yard. A few of his fellow disciples were starting to filter in to the dining hall, so hopefully he could find someone going through their forms at this early hour to spar with. If not, he could always just run through more tedious exercises.

The yard was placed directly above the dining hall, in a courtyard surrounded by a shaded peristyle where the other disciples and their instructors could gather to observe in comfort. After exiting into the hallway Ardeshir navigated the halls to a simple wooden ladder, using it to scale his way up to the surface. The monastery’s ground level was much more open than the others, a relic of when the monastery still needed to be defensible. In times of siege the top floor could be abandoned and the lower floors sealed with magic. The defenders could survive below for months at a time, and there were numerous hidden passages from which they could strike out at their besiegers or smuggle in supplies.

Emerging into the main hall, Ardeshir allowed himself a moment to get his bearings. The sound of water bubbling up from the top of the fountain at the center of the room served as a pleasant backdrop to the conversation of several Herbadan gathered to discuss the morning’s news. Something about a war, though Ardeshir wasn’t truly paying attention. He quickly abandoned the main hall in favor of the training yard.

The sun had only just begun its journey across the sky, but already a handful of his peers filled the yard. He saw a young man and a girl of similar age, both probably no older than fourteen, struggling to wield the weighted practice swords. They swung wildly at one another, neither quite able to land a solid blow. Sister Darya was also running through her forms this morning, her lithe frame dancing across the cobblestones, the steel of her blade flashing in the early morning light. Brother Soroush, a tremendously fat bastard with a mean temper, was also taking out some aggression on a training dummy.

>Those two kids are just pathetic. Use your seniority to force them through the basic forms, rather than continuing the farce they call sparring.
>Ask Darya if she’d be interested in training together, you know from experience she’s one of the better duelist in the monastery.
>Challenge Soroush, he's been spreading rumors behind your back, so he deserves a little public humiliation as far as you're concerned.
>Write-in

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>>2930348
>With his hanger

>>2930348
>Ask Darya if she’d be interested in training together, you know from experience she’s one of the better duelist in the monastery.

target acquired
first girl protocols engage

>>2930358
honestly, that's hilarious

>>2930348
>>Ask Darya if she’d be interested in training together, you know from experience she’s one of the better duelist in the monastery.
She's probably a slut so it's okay to beat her up

>>2930348
>Challenge Soroush, he's been spreading rumors behind your back, so he deserves a little public humiliation as far as you're concerned.

>>2930348
>Ask Darya if she’d be interested in training together, you know from experience she’s one of the better duelist in the monastery.

>>2930348
>Challenge Soroush, he's been spreading rumors behind your back, so he deserves a little public humiliation as far as you're concerned.

>>2930348
>>Those two kids are just pathetic. Use your seniority to force them through the basic forms, rather than continuing the farce they call sparring

>>2930348
>Challenge Soroush, he's been spreading rumors behind your back, so he deserves a little public humiliation as far as you're concerned.
Let's show him who's the boss of the gym.

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>>2930358

>>2930348
>Ask Darya if she’d be interested in training together, you know from experience she’s one of the better duelist in the monastery.

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>>2930367
>>2930381
>>2930404
>>2930459
>Ask if she wants to play with your sword ;^)

>>2930407
>>2930401
>>2930437
>Oi, fatfuck!

>>2930429
>Now listen here you little shits...

>>2930367
>first girl protocols engage
>Implying any of these characters will be alive by the end of the thread

>going after the slut
Mik is disappointed.

>>2930348
>He saw a young man and a girl of similar age, both probably no older than fourteen,


I hope you do realize how sexist it is to have "girl" be the female counterpart to "young man"

>>2930482
Fuck Mik.

>>2930492
*steps on random vatis neck*

>>2930496
*rots your eyes*
Pssh nothing personnel, kid.

>>2930510
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6rWiM1BQ5E

>>2930482
Don't you mean he approves? He turned down the virgin with killer kegels for a girl who literally did nothing but be strapped down and maledommed for months.

>Darya
>Darzi
>Both womyn warriors
Further proof that soma is a hack

>>2930516
She was a sidehoe to stroking his own ego and mastering magic (the one true waifu)

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>>2930522
...
Let me just rewrite some personality notes real quick.

>>2930522
>>2930535
See >>2929290

>>2930535
RIP Bang Quest

>>2930649
Was Soma secretly the QM of Bang Quest?

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Drumming his fingers against the grip of his pesh-kabz, Arde considered his options for a moment before focusing his attention on Darya. She wielded in one hand a far more ornate pesh-kabz than the one strapped to Ardeshir’s waist, the gold filigree roaming across its curved blade rendered indistinct by the speed with which she swung it about her frame. Most duelist wielded a shield in their offhand, but Darya preferred instead a thick steel gauntlet which covered the length of her forearm. It was a deceptively effective defense, though personally Arde couldn’t understand how she avoided breaking her arm every time she deflected a blow.

Retrieving a buckler off a rack at the edge of the yard, Ardeshir waited for a lull in the woman’s routine. In the meantime he ran himself through a few preliminary stretches, working the stiffness from his limbs and shaking off the last vestiges of sleep. Only once Darya stopped running through forms to fetch a drink of water did she finally notice Arde waiting at the edge of the yard.

She gestured to herself, one eyebrow quirked inquisitively, to which Ardeshir nodded. She returned the gesture, retreating from the training yard to fetch a drink from a fountain set in the western wall before making her way over to the pillar beside which Arde was waiting. “Looking to spar?”

“Indeed I am.” He replied simply, drawing his pesh-kabz halfway from its ornamented sheath. “Are you alright with using live steel, or would you rather we take advantage of the blunted training blades?”

She held up her own knife, drawing her thumb lightly across the edge to test its sharpness. “Live steel is fine, I need to sharpen my knife anyway. Duel to first blood or to submission?”

“Depends on how competitive you’re feeling.” He smiled, pulling his weapon free and starting towards one end of the training yard. “If you’re actually going to surrender when you know you’re beaten, then submission. Otherwise first blood will at least keep you honest.”

She rolled her eyes. “Big words for a man who walked away from our last match unconscious. Submission is fine. Magic allowed?”

“Of course, where do you think we are?” He asked upon reaching the other end of the field and assuming the first position, his sword pointed towards the cobblestones and his shield raised defensively to protect his chest. “May the best disciple win.”

Darya decided that was as good a starting signal as any, advancing rapidly across the training yard with her blade held out defensively between herself and her opponent.

>Advance to meet her head-on, fight aggressively out of the gate.
>Hang back and prepare to meet whatever offensive she's planning, fight defensively.
>Rip out the cobblestones from underneath her feet, to throw off whatever she's planning.
>Write-in

Also, I've consolidated the bonuses you got from Army Brat and Trained by Monks into a single Swordsmanship skill. Your skill is Impressive, which conveys a +30 bonus.

>>2930678
>Rip out the cobblestones from underneath her feet, to throw off whatever she's planning.

>>2930678
>who walked away from our last match unconscious.

How the fuck did he do that?

>>2930678
>>Rip out the cobblestones from underneath her feet, to throw off whatever she's planning.

>>2930678
>Rip out the cobblestones from underneath her feet, to throw off whatever she's planning.
sweep them off their feet
that's how ya do do be it

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>>2930691
Magic nigga I ain't gotta explain shit.
Nah, but I seriously thought I changed that to "bloodied and broken".

>>2930704
are you actually drunk right now

you're doing this drunk aren't you

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>>2930711
I just needed one drink to calm the nerves, I swear!
Actually I'm just out of practice, and I'm trying to keep my speed up so I'm not proofreading.

Legitimately though, point out typos because I'm keeping a record of each post in a word doc. That way I'll have the whole quest archived on my own hard drive.

>>2930724
There is no way you will not lose that data if you keep in only on your hard drive.

>>2930678
>Hang back and prepare to meet whatever offensive she's planning, fight defensively.

>>2930688
>>2930696
>>2930698
>Use dirty tricks to get an advantage

>>2930736
>Wait patiently to get your ass kicked

I am NOT writin'.

Because that's the end of the first session. I'll be back tomorrow to pick this up again, but I've got shit to do for the next three hours.

Expect the next post around... noon tomorrow US Central time. Rough estimate.

>>2930762
>I'll be back tomorrow
See you next month.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>2930762
Alright take my roll though

>>2930762
See you next year, sweetie.

>>2930771
I won't take your roll, but that does remind me

ROOOOOLL ME 1d100+25 (+5 from Impressive Channeling Capacity, +20 from Significant Magical Talent) vs DC 45/65/85 (Base 30/50/70 for Manipulation, +0 from Significant Channeling Capacity, +15 from Skilled Magical Talent)

Rolled 95 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>2930790

>>2930790
take both my rolls

Rolled 41 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>2930790

Rolled 50 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>2930790
Ez.

>>2930790
WITNESS ME

>>2930807
MEDIOCRE

>>2930807
aw geez that's embarrassing

>>2930792
>>2930801
>>2930806

>120, 66, 75 vs DC 45/65/85
>Great Success on a manipulation spell of middling strength.

>>2930864
alright smart guy with the OH SO COMPLEX magic system.

What's the difference between a great success on pass ing the middle DC

and a regular success on passing the high DC

>>2930876
Can you just fucking kill yourself already Trick, no one wants to hear your retarded bullshit.

>>2930886
It's actually a good question.

You cunt.

>>2930902


Variety of questions, honestly.


Let's say the DC is 40/60/80

And the three rolls are, after adding modifiers

10

10

100

Now, would a regular failure for a spell of weak strength be better or worse than a regular failure for a spell of above middling strength?

As in, better to fail the low DC or the high DC.

My gut says the latter, but depending on the spell/situation/ramifications for failure, maybe its better to fail on a spell that expends less "man" than a spell that expends a bunch of mana.

Furthermore, lets say the rolls are

40

60

100

so you've got


Great Success for the low DC

regular success for the middle DC

failure for the high DC


Now, maybe its bettter to regular success the middle but maybe we'd prefer to great success the low DC. Or hell, maybe for some reason its better to go with the failure.


Continuing on, lets say the rolls are

10

10

10


Now that's a severe failure no matter what, but why not go big with our severe failure?

Severe failure the HIGHEST DC POSSIBLE unlesss that's bad or just not even allowed in this "rules system"

>>2930924
>implying Soma knows the answer to any of these questions
>inplying rolls even matter at all other than as a way to keep anon's attention as we're herded down the railroad

>>2930976
This is the optimal way to QM

>>2930876
It's probably like, the power is damage potential and the success is effectiveness of application.

>>2930902
Why not just go re read banished? soma explained it in the first thread

Fuuck, I can't believe I missed it. Good to see you back, Soma.

>>2931268
I'm not going to go read a failed QM's failure of a quest that didn't have an actual ending and also abandoned best girl for worst girl, faglord, Soma Defense Force nigger nut sucking cumnugget.

>>2930924
it is simple as fuck m8
two rolls meeting the dc is a success
Only one is a fail
none is a severe fail
Meeting higher DC's just means you succeed better or more skillfully at your goal
>>2931456
>Implying the shitstorm that was banished deserved an ending
>Implying that anything but Jewing or Magic was best girl
>Implying that Chryssa even BEGAN to approach worst girl, when she was far beyond merely "worst" the only thing she was good for was perhaps as improvised handlebars or even some kind of crafting component
>Even the Loli from Namek was a better girl than Chryssa

>>2931456
Cuck

>>2931487
>>2931488

>Soma fans
>calling anyone other than themselves cucks

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>>2931581
>t. namefag who writes NTR smut on akun

>>2930924
I could see practical reasons why it might be beneficial to scale the power of a spell selectively. Like, say you want to distract some guards by dislodging a brick. You wouldn't want to send the brick flying across the yard, you'd just want a weak spell.

However, on a practical level I'm probably not going to make you roll to cast a weak spell when you're not under duress, and when you are under duress I like the idea that there might be overkill or a spell might not pack as much of a punch as was hoped.

Anyway, in terms of effect getting a great success on a lower tier DC is more or less equivalent to getting a regular success on the next tier up. The difference is mostly in the fluff. If you'd gotten a regular success on the highest DC for the last roll, I'd probably have half the training yard's cobblestones ripped up by the spell. However; your opponent would counter it with her own magic so that overall it only impeded her to the same degree that a great success on a middling spell would have impeded her.

As the roll stands now, less of the courtyard will be destroyed and overall she's not going to be impeded as much as she would be if half the courtyard was destroyed. However, she won't be able to counter the spell at all. She'll take the full strength of the middling strength spell, and your control will be absolute.

Mana isnt going to be a huge deal. Theres not really an internal store of magic. All magic is drawn from the field that surrounds and suffuses all things, and channeled through the will of the caster to affect reality. Backlash is mostly going to be the result of player's decisions, and I'm going to clearly call it out in the vote. I'll make a dedicate system for it later if I need to.

>>2931724
Is this my trip?

>>2931724
See, no offence, but that seems slightly borked.

I guess if you vaguely want to not have higher numbers intrinsically mean better results that's one thing, but the fact that we rolled just low enough to NOT fuck up a larger portion of the courtyard (thus causing less collateral damage which I think would be considered a plus since this is our home) but high enough to effectively have the same mechanical flow in the combat (we gain a reasonable advantage in the fight) makes me glad we didn't get a regular success of the higher spell tier.

>>2931581
>When did i call you a cuck faggot?
>Besides it would me more accurate for me to say that you are a fucking shiiiit, and somehow Illwars is more fucking tolerable then you are both as a poster and as a QM

>>2931831
Try to remain quiet, grown ups are talking now.

>>2931835
>!9d7WVXK4v1z
4/10
Insinuations about my age are just low effort, you need to put more energy into your shitposting to get under anyones skin here, anything less than a 6/10 is just sad

>>2931843

Why did you include Soma's use of his old trip in your drivel-laden post?

>>2931848
When copy something it auto pastes it in any fresh reply

the fact that i didn't notice it nor remove it honestly speaks volumes about how little i actually care about this "Discussion" and shitposting just comes naturally when it is something i am only half paying attention to.
Other than that

>my drivel-laden post
>Implying that anything you post has any meaningful content

>>2931726
It is one of the older ones, isn't that one of the ones anons cracked? i remember they managed to do it three times in one thread

>>2931873

>words words words

>how little I care

>words words words

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it's like home never left

>>2931905
it do

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>>2931879
>A small amount of greentext illustrating my disdain for your lack of an argument or even insult

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Why hello there fellow 4chan /qst/ users! I am Not a Namefag, I am here for the quest and NOTHING else, Continue on~

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>>2931913

>w-

Chryssy when? Ya'll did her dirty last time.

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>>2931920

>>2931924
never because chryssa a shit

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>>2931923
>

>>2931930
You fucking take that back. She was better than some used goods whore. Chryssy stuck with us since the beginning, left her home for us, put up with all our antics and was steadfastly loyal. Used goods always doubted us. They both did not deserve what happened to them.

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>>2931927

Cry some more incel, We all know what you are~

>>2931936
>implying disliking chryssa somehow meant I liked Darzi
Fulvia fo' lyfe

>>2931936
Magic is the only good waifu.

>>2931939
>Says the nigga with a picture that has"Waifu" in the filename
>Also implies that i would ever willingly procreate

>>2931946
Fair one there, but no pussy on that.

>>2931947
Ricky and Jewing!

>>2931947
Mwagic can betray you, Chryssy was always loyal. She would have slaughtered a village for us if they harmed us.

>>2931950
The good thing about AI is that they're platform agnostic. All we would have had to do was create the perfect body for her.

Man I wonder if this quest will last long enough to get as faggy as banished

>>2931947
You can just admit that you're gay

>>2931960
Add her to the Harem, Chryssy deserves first wife

>>2931977
She is a disgusting mutant.

>>2931982
this

>>2931982
Shut up you used goods fucker.

>>2931993
I don't like that whore either.

>>2931977
She would have been violently opposed to the idea of a harem, and even said as much. As in slaughter all the members before murdering Mik

>>2932047
She was loyal enough that we could change that.

I still don't understand why we couldn't just teleport the shard into our shard.

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>>2932425
Seriously, Soma should have let us. We all knew Soma was about to drop the quest at that point anyways; it would have been a perfect ending for BQ. I wouldn't expect Mik to die any other way than at his own hands, doing something retarded in the name of experimentation

*cracks open an ice cold can of Monster™ Ultra™ energy drink*
*sssips*
Ayup. Banished was a good quest.

>>2931982
She was a superior race, you sandnigger loving cunt

>>2932787
>non-slamjam
>superior
AYY LMAO