>>3389084
>William: The jock. He doesn't have a job because clubbing is more entertaining. Even though he has obvious personality flaws and double-digit IQ he manages to make up for it with an aesthetic physique and a masculine face. He frequents /b/ and /pol/ for the edgy memes.
The Chad Aryan

>>3389084
>Tyrone, the nigger. He doesn’t have a regular job, because he doesn’t want to pay child support for any of the 28 children he has with different white women. But he does have sell enough drugs to fund his hobbies, which involve rims, guns, gold chains, pit bulls, and turning out naive young white college girls. He has an aesthetic physique, a chimp like face, and a horse sized cock. He’s not really good at anything but he does have a soundcloud rap career in addition to his drug sales, with over 50000 downloads and listens.

>>3389120
Holy fuck this one would be hilarious. Tyrone the nigger in fantasy world.

>>3389084
>Adam: He is an average dude that works day shift on a gas station. He does not stand out in any way, neither happy nor sad, he lives a conformist lifestyle, afraid of rejection. He frequents /fit/ and deep down has always wished to be like his childhood hero He-Man.
Isekai? Can't be anyone but average, then, can you? An office drone would be perfect, but Adam's good enough.

>>3389120
Switching to this
>>3389084
>Tyrone, the nigger. He doesn’t have a regular job, because he doesn’t want to pay child support for any of the 28 children he has with different white women. But he does have sell enough drugs to fund his hobbies, which involve rims, guns, gold chains, pit bulls, and turning out naive young white college girls. He has an aesthetic physique, a chimp like face, and a horse sized cock. He’s not really good at anything but he does have a soundcloud rap career in addition to his drug sales, with over 50000 downloads and listens.

>>3389084
>>Tyrone, the nigger. He doesn’t have a regular job, because he doesn’t want to pay child support for any of the 28 children he has with different white women. But he does have sell enough drugs to fund his hobbies, which involve rims, guns, gold chains, pit bulls, and turning out naive young white college girls. He has an aesthetic physique, a chimp like face, and a horse sized cock. He’s not really good at anything but he does have a soundcloud rap career in addition to his drug sales, with over 50000 downloads and listens.

All right, I'll be writing

"Shit dawg, where tha fook am I?" You mutter to yourself as you eye your surroundings, hoping to find something familiar. Unfortunately, you don't, so it seems the only logical option is to walk straight ahead. A city man like you is not adapted to traversing the wild and so you trip and fall, making a lot of noise.
You get up and hear a voice say from behind you.
"What could a Ne'khar like you be doing in a forest like this?"
The owner of that voice is a tall, and athletic looking green-skinned fellow, wearing only what seems to be a pair of handmade pants. Although weird looking, he doesn't seem to be particularly aggressive
>HOW DID YA CALL ME, YA FOOL?(initiate combat)
>Ayo man, where the hell we at?
>Write in

>>3389311
>HOW DID YA CALL ME, YA FOOL?(initiate combat)
DID THIS GREEN BOI JUST CALL US A NIGGA

>>3389311
>HOW DID YA CALL ME, YA FOOL?(initiate combat)
Ayo green nigga who da fuq u think u is?

>>3389313
>>3389344
All right, roll me 2d20

Rolled 4, 10 = 14 (2d20)

>>3389392
Let’s punk dis green cracka bitch

>>3389392

Rolled 4, 9 = 13 (2d20)

>>3389392
Muh dik

Rolled 8, 8 = 16 (2d20)

>>3389392
EAT GOLD PLATED LORCIN

Rolled 7, 4 = 11 (2d20)

>>3389392

>>3389425
>>3389490
>>3389501
8 and 10, that's a failure on both attack and defense.
"HOW DID YA CALL ME, YA FOOL?"
You assume a fighting stance, rush in and throw a great, tight punch, going straight for the chin, Mike Tyson style... I mean, that's what you thought it looked like
In reality, you raised your guard just low enough so it doesn't protect you, took a clumsy step forward and threw a slow haymaker.
Your opponent, on the other hand, knows his shit. He gracefully sidesteps away from your punch and launches a mach speed jab.
it connects with your chin, it sends you to the floor but doesn't knock you out, after all, you're of African descent, a king like you won't go down so easily.
"Fuck you, ya bastard!"
He chuckles with pity and offers you a hand.
"Stand up, issa duel, right?"
>Accept his help
>Don't accept it
>Try to use his generousness to your advantage and use some cheap trick

>>3389601
>Accept his help
Respect homie. Still gonna kick yo as doh

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3389601
>>3389613
Based GM
>Accept his help, then suckerpunch him
I'll roll in advance just incase

>>3389652
All right, I'll write one more post and then probably go to sleep.

>>3389652
"Okay homie, let's do dis"
You grab his hand and rapidly strike his belly.
"HA! YOU THOUGHT! NOW NIGGA, WHATCHU. GONNA. DO?"
The hit was precise and the green nigga falls down, gasping for air. You seize the opportunity and stomp him. An awful *crack* can be heard when you step on his ribcage and your opponent screams but manages to grab your foot and scold you.
"You desecrate a duel with such petty tricks? Shameful display! You... YOU ARE NO ORC!"
"Ayo man who de fuck you calling an orc? That's fucking racist man, take that back or I cut you up, fool."
The orc seems shocked.
"So you're not a Ne'khar? But your skin..."
"Wuz wrong with my skin mothafuka?!"
"It's black! You're one of the Southern orcs, I know it"
"I already toldchu' I ain't no orc bitch"
"So what are you then?" He proceeds to eye you down and has a look of sudden realization on his face "A black human? By the Gods! I've never even heard of stuff like that before! Please tell me, where are you from?"
>"From Compton, that's where all the real niggas come from"
>"None of your business, fool! You tried to kill me, you crazy motherfuker!"
>Write in

>>3389715
>"From Compton, that's where all the real niggas come from"
I needed this quest

>>3389715
>"From Compton, that's where all the real niggas come from"

West Coast muhfugga! Last honky that called me a orc got he wife and daughters turned into my side hoes so you better watch yo self nigga

>>3389792
>>3389736
>>3389715
Best quest by far
Suppording

/qtg/-tier quest. Yawn.

"From Compton, that's where all the real niggas come from!"
"Com.. Pton? Is that a human settlement?"
"Man, I already toldchu' I ain't no orc!"
"But you just said you were a Ne'khar?"
"AYO WATCH THAT MOUTH FOOL! I'm a NIGGA. You throw that "r" in, you're asking to get yo ass knocked out!"
The orc looks at you confused, then shakes his head and proceeds to say
"Well, it's not like it matters, right? Your skin is black, humans won't trust you, were both rejects"
"Ayo, hol' up, so you be sayin they be racists 'n' shit? "
"You... Wha... LISTEN! You look like a southern orc, the moment they see you, they will kill you. Now, I'm coming back to my camp, the nearest town is east from here, you decide what you wanna do."
Choose:
>"Hey, Green Nigga, I'm coming witchu!"
>"Aight, fuck off then, Imma go to the mufukin town, ya dig?
>"Hol' up, ya said we be rejects? Whatdya do to get your ass kicked out of Orctown man?

>>3392163
>"Aight, fuck off then, Imma go to the mufukin town, ya dig?
He has no fear, he is an urban expert.

>>3392163
>"Aight, fuck off then, Imma go to the mufukin town, ya dig?

We ain’t no bitch nigga if it’s a town of racist honkys that just mean it’s gonna be a town of racist honkys with BLACKED wives and daughters by the time we leave

>>3393339
>>3392595
This won, op give next chapter please

>>3392595
>>3393339
>>3393719
"Aight, fuck off then, Imma go to the mufukin town, ya dig?"
The Orc shakes his head.
"You truly are a stubborn kind of fellow. Here, take this, you won't make it far without money."
He throws you a sack full of bronze hexagonal coins. The coins have an eagle on the obverse and a portrait of some man on the reverse.
About two hours later you leave the forest. The landscape is beautiful: grasslands stretch out as far as the eye can see, decorated with the occasional thicket and a wide river running slowly, however, you don't see any city! At first, you get furious, thinking that you've been lied to, but once you calm down you decide to follow the river down its stream until you find a city, a method you heard of in some tv series.
To your amazement, it works! After another hour of walking, grasslands turn into crop fields and the silhouette of city walls appears in the distance. Overcame with excitement, you begin running and suddenly when you're about 50 yards away from the city gates a group of armed guards blocks your path. One of them - presumably the leader - steps ahead and says.
"Stop right there, orc scum! State your business, lest ye want to be beheaded!"
>"I have a message for da lord!" (Lie, roll 1d20)
>"Damn man, must suck to stay on watch all day. Do they even pay you good?" (Bribe, roll 1d20)
>"Step aside or things get nasty, cracka" (EXTREMELY HARD: Fight, roll 2d20)

>>3394806
Oh yeah, also you can write in if you want, forgot to add.

>>3394806
>"Damn man, must suck to stay on watch all day. Do they even pay you good?" (Bribe, roll 1d20)

Cracka I ain’t no damn orc. Do I look like I’m green or got tusks n sheeeit. You see deez pearly white teef? Da only way I can see me at night nigga. I’m a straight up hood nigga an ill give ya daughter a taste o dis Compton black snake ya dig?

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3394806
Try to low ball the bribe. Since they don’t have use for our paper money we will have to sell some of our heroin, ecstasy, and cocaine. Which we have plenty of.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3394852
Uhhhhh supporting this I guess.

Sorry for only posting as much as I do, I'm kinda busy right now, but I'll try to make up for it once I have more time available

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3394852
Supporting this
>>3395287
Best qst I have seen for awhile

>>3396894
U FUCKIN WHITE MALE! INFILTRATOR

>>3396894
>>3397211
Shit

"Damn man, must suck to stay on watch all day. Do they even pay you good?"
The man hesitates to answer, but the moment of moral indecision quickly passes and he blurts out
"Are you suggesting something?"
You place your hand on the Orcs sack you attached at your waist.
"Well man, I got sum cash that could use an owner, ya know what I'm sayin?"
"I... I think I do. Let me get a look at them!"
You undo the rope and when he sees the shiny coins, his eyes light up.
"Gimme that!"
He grabs the bag and hides it in his bosom, then turns around and gestures for you to go with him.
"This man is a diplomatic messenger, he will stay here to rest. You dare lay a finger on him and I will personally drag you to the executioner! Now get lost!"
He leads you into the watchtower and tells you with a serious face
"Listen, I could've lied to my men, but if any of the townsfolk sees you, they will rat on you to the Baron, so we need to cover your face and skin" He rummages through a big chest in the corner of the room and pulls out a long robe and a stone mask.
"If anybody asks you, say you're a traveling monk from a secluded temple in Zhian, and if they ask you for a blessing just wave your hands and mumble some bullcrap, they don't know any better." He then points at a rather beat-up mattress lying under the window "This is your bed. It's not safe to be out at night."
>"Thanks yo, but who is this Baron nigga?"
>"Okay man, can ya tell me 'bout da town?"
>"Aight man, Imma head out into da streets"

>>3397826
>thanks yo, but who is this Baron nigga?

>>3397826
>"Thanks yo, but who is this Baron nigga?"

>>3397715
U just lost all our gold nigga. Now we gonna have to get back in da hustle and start selling the drugs we brought with us to fantasy land.

>>3397826
>"Thanks yo, but who is this Baron nigga?"
>>3398192
at least the cops won't be on our ass and we got a disguise

>>3398192
We can just lift some change off some bitch ass banditz

>>3398280
Plus some heroin will get these cracker wives and daughters strung out and taking our dick for a single hit. Make them pay for the privilege of some black dick.

"Thanks yo, but who is this Baron nigga?"
"His name is John Burgh, and he sure is a niggard. The greedy bastard refuses to spend money on anything unnecessary, and so he walks around in tattered rags, but has enough gold in his treasury to buy robes worthy of a king! Moreover, he begrudges the city any donations, so the public buildings have all began falling into ruin, and the wages got pitiful!"
The man looks really angry with it.
"Well, why don'tcha just blow da fucker to hell?"
"Are you daft? A rebellion would bring the royal army upon us! Although I can't say I don't cherish the idea..."
He looks up, seemingly daydreaming, but looks down with embarrassment painted on his face.
"No! It will never work!"
>"Aww come on man! Those bitch-ass crackas you be talkin bout ain't got no shit on us, let's bust that fucka!" (VERY HARD: Roll a d20 to convince him)
>"Okay man, can ya tell me 'bout da town?"
>"Aight man, Imma head out into da streets"

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3401182
>"Okay man, can ya tell me 'bout da town?"

We gotta know where the hood at

>>3401518
Ignore dice roll

>>3401182
>"Okay man, can ya tell me 'bout da town?"

>>3401182
Sounds like the guy could use a pick me up. Getting the baron himself addicted to our drugs should give us the leverage we need to get his money, and fuck all the bitches in town.

>>3389084
Adam honestly. Normie animu ftw

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"Okay man, can you tell me 'bout da town?"
"Yes, yes I can. Here, grab this map." He reaches in his pocket and takes out a small piece of paper.
"We're here, at the North-Eastern gate. If you walk west, you will come across an old storehouse, guarded by a wall. It used to be a boy's school, but there aren't many nobles in Chepstow these days, so it was shut down. Further west, lies the Baron's residence. This is the wealthier part of the town, where the doctors, merchants and scholars live, and if you go south and cross one of the bridges, you will enter the kingdom of workers and beggars. I recommend taking the eastern one - The marketplace is straight ahead, and if you take a turn left from there, you will find a good tavern. They won't ask who you are, and - who knows? - maybe you'll get a discount if you tell them Darius send you."
"Damn man, you generous, even gave me a map n all."
"You won't get lost with this baby, drew it myself!"
He seems proud, so you compliment his drawing skills and leave.
Now, where will you go?

Wait, when does permasage turn on?

>>3408988
Go down to poor town

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>>3392163
>"Ayo, hol' up, so you be sayin they be racists 'n' shit? "

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TYRONE QUEST

>inb4 Tyrone accidentally incites a worldwide racewar, leading the orcs against the humans and elves.

Bump

You decide you wanna take a walk to the ghetto and get some of that childhood nostalgia. You step out of the watchtower and stroll through the streets with swagger. The rich white folk doesn't seem to be disgusted or scared by you, some even tip their funny pointy hats as they pass, now that's a new feeling!
"Damn, I mean, they ain't no broke dicks, but dem crackas ain't loaded."
You mutter under your breath when a strong stench of feces hits your nostrils. The city doesn't have a sever system or electricity, this seems so absurd it brings a smile to your face. That would mean your crib is one hell of a palace when compared to their smelly houses.
You cross the bridge and it's even stinkier there, as the bathroom funk mixes with smells of unwashed bodies, rotten fruit, and greasy food. You haven't even reached the marketplace and some bum grabs your ankle and almost incoherently asks you for some change.
"Youssa goo Lord, ye will gib coin, ye?"
"Piss off fool, I'm a broke nigga too, go catch a rat or summin', cracka"
It doesn't matter if you're in America or medieval bumfuck nowhere, a hood is a hood. There's always some gangsta niggas selling dope and shooting shit up, there's always a bunch of pimps and there's always some wannabe rapper that somehow seems to know more than any other nigga. The night will fall soon, and the underground will come out to the streets.
>Go looking for the gangsters (1d20)
>Go looking for the pimps (1d20)
>Go looking for the rapper (1d20)
>This is none of my business, I'll just spend the night in some pub

>>3414666
Also that's a beautiful picture, I will use it in the next thread.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3415265
>Go looking for the pimps (1d20)
We gotta hook ourselves up with some chicks.

>>3415269
No problem!

Rolled 17 (1d20)

> Go looking for Pimps

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3415265
>Go looking for the rapper (1d20)
Hopefully child support doesn't exist here

>>3418135
I meant pimp

The sun set over Chepstow and a different crowd filled its streets. The homeless hid in some dups known only to them, and soon the dim lights of portable lanterns illuminated dozens of shady personas.
You walk amongst them, avoiding eye contact and trying your best not to get shanked, and an interesting looking fellow catches your attention. He's very short and stocky, to the point he almost looks like a midget. His outfit consists of a white frilled, woolen trousers, a belt with a big shiny buckle and leather boots. Despite his comical appearance, he was surrounded by women. This must be the pimp!
"Ayo man, deez' Shawties yours?"
"Pardon?"
"Deez girls. You own dem hoes or na?"
The man tries to speak calmly, but he can't hide his excitement.
"Ah, yes, yes they are! I take you're a foreigner, right Sir? Would you be interested in spending the night with one? I've got women from all around the world, you won't be disappointed!"
"Fo' sho man, but I'm broke as hell."
The man immediately turns red.
"Then get out now! Do you think this is a charity, damm-"
"Yo man calm down! I can pay some oda way, you got any drugs or something?"
"Drugs? Like green bud kind of drugs?"
"Hell yeah man! Look man, ya get me some weed and a grinder and I'll make you the good shit, the kind that sends you flyin"
He is now visibly curious.
"Deal!"
He gestures to a muscular guy so he would protect his bitches and leads you to a fat man, who then takes you into a cellar, where you see a full-blown marijuana plantation. You smoke one out to check hows strong their stuff is, and to your surprise, it's absolute piss. The weed is so weak, it barely even makes you high. It seems like they aren't as well adapted to drugs as you, so you will have to be cautious with the portion size. You scrape the kief out of their grinders and mix it with regular weed, all while making it seem like some secret ritual so they won't figure out how to do it themselves.
You roll up a blunt and smoke it with them. The poor guys get stoned out of their minds, and when they come back they're in ave at the sheer power of your Chiba Chiba.
The pimp looks at the fatso says
"We need to have it, what do you want for the recipe?"
>"Like hell you're getting a recipe, Imma stay here and make more of this stuff an you'll pay me fifty of what you earn." (Rol 1d20 for negotiation)
>"I'll pick myself some of your girls dawg" (Roll 2d4 for how many girls you take)
>Write in

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3418375
>"Like hell you're getting a recipe, Imma stay here and make more of this stuff an you'll pay me fifty of what you earn." (Roll 1d20 for negotiation)

Rolled 5 (1d20)

> "Like hell you're getting a recipe, Imma stay here and make more of this stuff an you'll pay me fifty of what you earn." (Roll 1d20 for negotiation)