>>4980802
>You have a dead body right in front of you, it would be best to consume as many calories as you can before the more blood-maddened slaves begin hoarding piles man flesh for their own consumption, killing any would-be thieves and adding them to the mounds of their perverse banquet

>The remains of the thousands of men who perished during the journey offer a truly monumental source of nourishment, but one that spoils quickly. However, if you were to smoke the human meat it could serve as a longer lasting source of food that could sustain you as you traveled inland.

>By providing a true display of 「Violence」 you could show the more savage of your kin that you are not to be fucked with and carve out a place on this beach. Kill a man and drape yourself in his skins to set a precedent for what will happen to those who cross you. (Initiates combat)

>There's no point in staying here long. If you go further inland you'll have a much safer time foraging than you would here.

>(Write-In)

Welcome to Stand Quest Sagas: Okinawan Slave Quest! In case the trip and the title threw you off, I am not Stando. But I'm a QM who's trying to carry on his legacy in some way. Just to set some ground rules if your lorefagging cannot be contained within the 3,000 character limit, please use a pastebin or rentry to conserve on posts.

>>4980802
>>The remains of the thousands of men who perished during the journey offer a truly monumental source of nourishment, but one that spoils quickly. However, if you were to smoke the human meat it could serve as a longer lasting source of food that could sustain you as you traveled inland.

>>4980803
>By providing a true display of 「Violence」 you could show the more savage of your kin that you are not to be fucked with and carve out a place on this beach. Kill a man and drape yourself in his skins to set a precedent for what will happen to those who cross you. (Initiates combat)

I'll give this vote some more time. I'll be back to count votes at 5:55pm tomorrow.

>>4980803
>>There's no point in staying here long. If you go further inland you'll have a much safer time foraging than you would here.

>>4980803
>The remains of the thousands of men who perished during the journey offer a truly monumental source of nourishment, but one that spoils quickly. However, if you were to smoke the human meat it could serve as a longer lasting source of food that could sustain you as you traveled inland.
>>4980806
>lorefagging
Just curious to see your autism come to life.

>The remains of the thousands of men who perished during the journey offer a truly monumental source of nourishment, but one that spoils quickly. However, if you were to smoke the human meat it could serve as a longer lasting source of food that could sustain you as you traveled inland.

Not wanting to pass up the opportunity while it's available you begin biting and tearing into the flesh of the dead man in the landing craft. It's a grisly meal. While you are no stranger to the eating of human flesh, normally you would go through the decency of cooking it and making it into an actual meal. If you got a nice bowl of Durosu Olaki every time you killed someone you would be more feral and murderous than a Scarred One.

A few other occupants of the craft join you in your consumption, squatting over the corpse and staying tucked behind the confines of it's walls as to not draw attention. Within minutes the corpse is utterly stripped of the choice cuts. As you finish eating you rip off his penis, praying over it for a moment before throwing it into the ocean. Returning it to the place from whence all serpents rise, so that he may be reborn as an eel, as thanks for nourishing the bodies of the living.

With that over with, you bide your time, slipping away from the shoreline into the dense forest, the animalistic braying, ripping and tearing of the Mo'ra's most accursed scions fading away into the distance as you run further and further into the wood line. With a fair distance between you and the Scared Ones on the beach you have time to better assess your surroundings.

All around you are titanic shoots of bamboo seem to pierce the heavens, several lesser plants cling tightly to the towering spires, seeking to suffocate their rivals of sunlight creating stacked layers of foliage that all but block out the light of day. For the moment at least you seem to be alone. After quickly knapping a stone knife, you cut into the flesh of your inner thigh, removing the contraband you hastily hid under your own skin.

In your blood-stained hands you hold...

>>4981916
>A vial of Hecun venom. A tiny vessel of potent toxins which you obtained from a Hecun guard presiding over The Banquet of the Damned in exchange for granting her several sexual favors over the last days. It can paralyze any Okinawan with only a graze and can easily overwhelm and kill the frail bodies of most mainlanders. You're not sure how well such a small amount will work on larger animals.

>A vial of combat stimulants. While this cocktail of performance enhancing drugs is by no ways illegal in Okinawan lands, it is customary for slaves to be stripped down to only a pair of shorts during a Rape of Nanjing to ensure who lives and who dies is entirely determined by genetic vigor. This singular vial when consumed will enhance the strength, speed and endurance of your already herculean philology by a factor of 5 for 5 hours, but the withdrawal effects will cripple you for several hours.

>A compression blade. At the press of a button the wristband in your hands springs outward into a weapon of rather considerable length. You are quite thankful it didn't active while it was inside you. The bellicose nature of most Okinawans does not lend itself to such subtle and discrete means of murder, with the majority preferring to see their foes reduced to an explosion of gore and splintered bone in full view of their peers. However, from time to time archeotech smugglers selling ill gotten loot scraped from the submerged ruins of the Beijing salvage zone purchase them as backup sidearms weapon from their frequent buyers on I-Island or in the Pacific Union.

>A Miniaturized Speedwagon Drive (broken). You grip the small object tightly feeling a strange humming sensation from the warm, rusty metal as a golden light dances within the cloudy silver liquid within. You came across this treasure when you were tasked with sorting through Salvage taken from the ruins of the U.N. space elevator near the Hawaiian colonies. Your orders were to turn in anything of value you discovered, but against your better judgment you jealously guarded it. A relic of the final days before the collapse the Speedwagon drive is technolgical miracle capable of producing a consistent energy output indefinitely. Even during it's time, the secrets of their operation were known only to their creator and founder of the Speedwagon Software Corporation, R. E. O. Speedwagon. The means by which to manufacture them were lost the instant the collapse began, but to this day the surviving drives still work even after 200 years of service. The drive in your possession is in dire shape and only serves as a container for the strange liquid within, which is known to possess miraculous healing properties. If it were to be repaired however, it could serve as the power source for all manner of ancient and powerful weapons.

>>4981917
>A vial of combat stimulants. While this cocktail of performance enhancing drugs is by no ways illegal in Okinawan lands, it is customary for slaves to be stripped down to only a pair of shorts during a Rape of Nanjing to ensure who lives and who dies is entirely determined by genetic vigor. This singular vial when consumed will enhance the strength, speed and endurance of your already herculean philology by a factor of 5 for 5 hours, but the withdrawal effects will cripple you for several hours.

>>4981917
>A Miniaturized Speedwagon Drive (broken). You grip the small object tightly feeling a strange humming sensation from the warm, rusty metal as a golden light dances within the cloudy silver liquid within. You came across this treasure when you were tasked with sorting through Salvage taken from the ruins of the U.N. space elevator near the Hawaiian colonies. Your orders were to turn in anything of value you discovered, but against your better judgment you jealously guarded it. A relic of the final days before the collapse the Speedwagon drive is technolgical miracle capable of producing a consistent energy output indefinitely. Even during it's time, the secrets of their operation were known only to their creator and founder of the Speedwagon Software Corporation, R. E. O. Speedwagon. The means by which to manufacture them were lost the instant the collapse began, but to this day the surviving drives still work even after 200 years of service. The drive in your possession is in dire shape and only serves as a container for the strange liquid within, which is known to possess miraculous healing properties. If it were to be repaired however, it could serve as the power source for all manner of ancient and powerful weapons.

>>4981917
>A compression blade.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>4981990
>>4982416
>>4982417
It looks like fate is deciding this one.

Wiping off the red from the glass you gaze onto an equally red liquid within the vial. You're unsure if it's supposed to be this color or somehow the cap got unsealed and a some blood got into it. It's been weeks since you hid it in the leg wound. Just to be sure you unscrew the cap and sniff it just to make sure. Your curiosity is rewarded with a stinging chemical scent that makes your mouth water and your head buzz. This is some potent shit, that's for sure, judging by the results whether or not any blood got in it seems to be inconsequential on it's effectiveness.

Having completed the grotesque retrieval of your hidden boon you wash the self inflicted wound in a nearby stream, the cold water easing the persistent stinging in the sizable gash. A wound of this size would normally be a concern but you've dealt with much worse and you're confident your robust physiology can handle it. Redressing the the sparse garments provided to you your next path of action seems abundantly clear.


>Fashion some more simple tools and go hunting. Having extra food, bones and hides is always useful. If you're lucky you might even find some metafauna with useful body parts or organs to harvest.

>Scour the area for old weapons. Warfare has characterized this region for centuries, chief among those conflicts being the many rapes of Nanjing. With the massive causalities sustained by Okinawa in the 4th rape of Nanjing 20 years ago and the accompanying economic recession that followed salvaging usable gear was much less of a priority. You can't be sure how well said gear has held up but it will be better than nothing.

>Do some foraging. There are all manner of metaflora present in this region since no effort was put into culling plant life that exhibited meta abilities. There's no telling what useful things you could find.

>Move on. While there's plenty of opportunity here time is a precious resource that you can't afford to waste. If there are greener pastures inland you best be one of the men that reach them first.

>(Write-in)

>>4983001
>Scour the area for old weapons. Warfare has characterized this region for centuries, chief among those conflicts being the many rapes of Nanjing. With the massive causalities sustained by Okinawa in the 4th rape of Nanjing 20 years ago and the accompanying economic recession that followed salvaging usable gear was much less of a priority. You can't be sure how well said gear has held up but it will be better than nothing.

>>4983001
>Move on. While there's plenty of opportunity here time is a precious resource that you can't afford to waste. If there are greener pastures inland you best be one of the men that reach them first.

This vote looks like it needs a bit more time on it.

>>4983001
>Move on. While there's plenty of opportunity here time is a precious resource that you can't afford to waste. If there are greener pastures inland you best be one of the men that reach them first.

Others could be still near. Let's hustle.

It looks like due to circumstances I might not be able to update tonight. There's still a chance I might have an opening to but as it stands it's uncertain if I'll be able to. In the meantime, how is everyone liking the quest so far? What kind of critique do you have for it besides the slow update speed?

Taking into account the time you've already spent retrieving the combat stimulants form inside your leg it's best if you got a move on before more people show up. You travel through the thick forest, forcing your way through the thick bulbous colonies of moss that block you path. As you go deeper your pace slows as you enter a marsh but it picks up again as you climb onto it's rocky banks.

Scaling the short drop-off with haste you quickly realize what you were climbing wasn't a natural wall as you see the crumbling remains of what was once some kind of improvised bunker built from stone. You feel a slight chill down your spine as you notice the many skeletons around you, their skulls and proportions unmistakably Okinawan. This was the line where the 4th rape of Nanjing was fought, where so many men committed treason for a chance at freedom.

Many of the skeletons bear broken pelvises, a calling card of the hordes that had delivered them to their fate. These were the men that struggled and died under the tide of bodies, claws and blades brought by the first wave. The sight is a grim reminder of what will come in a year's time.

Steeling your resolve, you continue your path inland, the ground becoming more frim and stable with each acre traveled. You pass through the ruins of a few smaller settlements along the way, each a consequence of the region's many wars. The grove of bamboo wanes and you find yourself at the edge of a large clearing surrounding a hill.

Above you is a sizable camp. You can see the smoke of several fires rising lazily into the sky and you can just barely make out the caravan of vehicles nestled near the eastern edge of the clearing beyond it. With the rape of Nanjing having become such a regular occurrence many have sought to try and utilize the massive amount of manpower it brings to the region for both military and industrial purposes. Whenever a rape of Nanjing begins the often bickering lords of The Broken Lands often form joint military alliance on their eastern border to try and manage the flow of Okinawans flowing through the region.

With many Okinawan men having ample experience in various trades these lords take advantage of the opportunity by making by putting them to work and providing cheap, mass-produced weapons as payment for your services. However the lords, despite being under strict ceasefires often arm some Okinawans as mercenaries working under the plausible deniability of them being unassociated raiding parties.

You seem to be one of the first to arrive, a fortunate occurrence. Once camps like this hit capacity the Okinawans within are used to cull any other islanders who try to venture deeper.

>>4987579
Approaching the palisade's gate you are shocked to see it guarded by a pair of sickly 11 year old boys with projection rifles. With the impression you got from the story of the three kingdoms you had assumed them mighty warriors, yet they garrison their outposts with children that barely stand above your midriff.

"What are you staring at dog!"

It is only when you hear the voice of a grown man behind the helmet's visor that this is what this sorry excuse of a continent calls a grown man. You struggle to choke down a snicker as the tiny splinter tries to assert his authority in your presence. Your owner had the wisdom to let you learn enough Chinese to get by. Making use of it you respond with...

>Laughter. You can't take it anymore these tiny little shits are their guards? Are their champions even shorter and angrier then they are?

>A smirk. Say nothing and move on

>"You should guard these walls with stronger men."

>"I'm sorry i was just surprised, I nearly tripped over you."

>"Are all of you like this or does your lord fancy having dwarves as gatekeepers?"

>(Write-in)

>>4987581
ah, what the hell
>Laughter. You can't take it anymore these tiny little shits are their guards? Are their champions even shorter and angrier then they are?

>>4987581
>Laughter. You can't take it anymore these tiny little shits are their guards? Are their champions even shorter and angrier then they are?

I'm going to have to update tomorrow. It's going to be a big one though.

Your barely contained hysterics slips free from the bindings of your stoicism. What kind of idiot would look at someone under 2 meters tall and see prime soldier material. The Kasagi are slightly below 2m, but at least they have the speed and aggression to back it up, these two are are a pair of stunted twig men that somebody mistook for decorative plants.

Watching the men scowl as pass them you make your way in, not wanting to give their anger enough time to fester into violence. Projection rifles are no joke; If you were to kill one you doubt you would be able to kill the other before they could land a lethal blow.

A few hours pass as more Okinawans make their way in. The security presence slowly mounts through the early morning and afternoon and by the time you reach mid day there are enough armed men present that you doubt you could make an escape even if you wanted to.

While they could certainly keep you here indefinitely, a camp with so many Okinawan men packed into such a small area would be a prime target once the 6th rape of Nanjing begins in proper, and you doubt the locals would risk loosing valuable vehicles and equipment to the whims of the roving horde.

With everyone gathered, jobs are handed out. This camp seems to be a small bayonet manufacturing facility. You get a position in the forges while others are given roles as patrol auxiliaries, security for vehicle caravans among other various tasks.

Entering the small, hastily constructed building you are blasted with a wave of sweltering heat as you can practically taste the blood and iron in the air. It feels just like the forges back home, the familiar surroundings snuffing out what tiny spark of homesickness you still had for those Wyrm forsaken islands.

You're confused as to how where exactly they are keeping the piles of scrap they are melting down, only for your question to be answered as a small figure is hoisted up on a crane. Above you near the back wall is a scarred, legless torso. The meager emaciated form with wires running in and out of it's flesh makes the guards look absolutely robust in compassion. It's dark eyeless sockets stare back out you, a slight wheezing sound coming in and out of it's lipless jaws.

You hear an electric wine and a buzz, the cables grafted into it's skull lighting up with various indicators as it's body spasms for a few moments. Small beads of light form in it's empty sockets as they well up inside of them, a stream of molten metal beginning to grow and flow outward from where it's eyes once were.

Not wanting to linger too long on the poor soul supplying the material you're working with you get back into the oh so familiar rhythm of the hammer you've committed to memory throughout your long life of servitude.

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>>4990194
The day drags on, the initial comfort of your return to normality having given way to the dreaded monotony that you had been so happy to escape a mere day ago. In an effort to quell your boredom you look to the man right of you, curious to see why you could hear him quenching his blades seemingly constantly. To your surprise you see a man who is most definitively not Okinawan. His skin is quite pale, sporting a slicked back mop of blonde hair. While his build could rival any of your rank, he stands nearly a head and a half shorter than you at around 195 centimeters, his body marked with far more scars than you would expected for one of his foreign complexion.

You watch with curiosity as he quenches a completely unhammered chunk of metal, grabbing the barely cooled metal with his bare hand only for it to seemingly disappear. You then see him toss a finished bayonet with his other hand, landing with a chorus of light clanging noises as it joins it's brothers in a large pile placed haphazardly near the quenching tank.

>"Why are you so pale?"

>"Careful, If you keep working this fast then they'll probably hook you up to something like that poor fuck with metal coming out of his tear ducts."

>"It's not often I meet foreigners in Okinawa. Usually they end up dead less than 30 minutes after arriving."

>(Write-in)

>>4990201
>>"Careful, If you keep working this fast then they'll probably hook you up to something like that poor fuck with metal coming out of his tear ducts."

>>4990201
>"Careful, If you keep working this fast then they'll probably hook you up to something like that poor fuck with metal coming out of his tear ducts."

"Careful, If you keep working this fast then they'll probably hook you up to something like that poor fuck with metal coming out of his tear ducts." you say jokingly.

The stranger laughs, holding up a grenade. "I'd like to see them try. "

You pay a little closer attention to has hands, the grenade dissolving into his palm as he gets back to work. It must be some kind of Meta ability.

"You seem like you're well versed in this way of life. Usually mainlanders don't deal with situations like this very well. Most would probably vomit from seeing something like that."

The man smiles "I lived much less pampered life than you'd expect. I have scars long before I reach Okinawa. Move down was an improvement honestly."

You scoff at this "Foreigners call Okinawa a giant never ending war crime and you call it an improvement?"

"Yep!" he says in a jubilated tone.

"Was kidnapped by a tribe of Nikhyo Kasagi as boy. You could say I was living an Okinawan lifestyle long before I reached islands proper."

This catches you completely by surprise "I thought the country of Nikhyo was purged decades ago."

"It was, still plenty of stragglers around. You know how Kasagi are, kill four of them, fifth that got away shit out six more. I got picked up by Nar'yu on regular purging run, since I have no Nikhyo blood, squad leader take me as salvage. The size of those women. Tall as mountain, hips as wide as man, and sharp blades on head. Exotic, I can see why considered holy. "

The gushing admiration drags a small chuckle out of you. "You've clearly never had to haul the body bags of the men they take to bed. That causality rate is higher than deaths from Nanjing landing craft malfunctions."

He grins "I survive Kasagi tribe in Siberia, one huge woman easier than 12 smaller ones."

"It's your funeral buddy."

Your work continues for a while, the Siberan looking to you quizzically after finishing yet another Bayonet. "Only used to one type of mutant woman, not used to eleven. What kind was your mother?"

>Heritage [Select 1]:

>Kasagi: Your kind outnumber others in Okinawa for quite obvious reasons. The excess sons of the Kasagi are the backbone of the slave economy after all, and part of the reason it began in the first place.
[Unbreakable Vigor]: You maintain peak performance even with horrendous injury, you have to be brought to the edge of death before you even begin slowing down
[Longstrider]: As long as you aren't too weighed down you can run at a full sprint practically indefinitely


>Hecun: Your blood has given you a subtly unbecoming of your more bellicose kin and it has served you well in your lifetime of enslavement.
[Serpent's Tongue]: You are an adept liar and know how to blend falsehoods and half truths in order to convince others of your authenticity. However, while you are able to convince them that your words are authentic having the charisma to make others act upon your words is another thing entirely
[Cold Trail]: You are able to move without making noise or leaving behind evidence of your passing, but it requires slow and deliberate action to accomplish
[Leviathan's Lungs]: You can hold your breath for an entire hour even when undergoing strenuous activity and you are resistant to inhaled toxins. This Heritage perk does nothing to help you with injected chemicals.


>Mosaru: In a life of gambling, theft and knife fights an agile pair of hands can be the difference between life and death
[Handsy]: You possess uncanny manual dexterity with your hands and an immaculate sense of balance
[Crafty]: You are adept at out of the box thinking and get a lot of stupid ideas, how well they work is anyone's guess
[Skilled Climber]: Be it buildings or trees you know how to scale most structures quickly and efficiently


>Mo'ra: Like the women that mothered you, within you lies a capacity for cruelty that unsettles even the hardened warriors of Okinawa
[Dance of Death]: You react quickly in close combat and have an instinctual sense of where to find vulnerabilities and how to exploit to inflict crippling wounds
[Go in for the kill]: You are flooded with endorphins when an opponent begins to succumb to their wounds. [You get bonuses when fighting wounded enemies with the bonuses being higher the more debilitating the injuries]


>Jakami: You are instilled with a natural awareness that grants great insight into your surroundings and you were taught to hunt from a young age
[Keen hearing]Your sense of hearing is greatly heightened making it nearly impossible to sneak up on you
[Natural Tracker]: You are excellent at tracking targets in any environment and can pick up on signs of activity even days after your quarry has passed through.

[cont.]

>Dosuji: The stubbornness and resilience of your kin is the stuff of legends, refusing to yield to anything that tries to stop you
[Pathfinder]: You travel at the same speed regardless of how harsh the terrain is
[Defiant Blood]: You are resistant to almost all forms of poisoning and you have a liver that can practically survive being hit by an ambulance. It's a shame that the collar would inject it's entire payload directly into your lower brain stem, denying you a chance to fight it off.
[Thick Skull]: You are very resistant to head trauma and can reliably take head shots even if they hurt like a bitch.


>Mori: Many long years spent staring out over the Horizon from above has given you a hobby for surveying terrain
[Eagle Eyes]: You have excellent vision that can see with uncanny accuracy over long distances
[Navigator]: You have a powerful sense of where you've been and where you're going. It's impossible for you to get lost.


>Inobi: The Inobi care little for things of this world and are able to live comfortably in the most destitute conditions imaginable thanks to their natural gifts.
[Iron Gullet]: You are immune to food poisoning and can consume putrefied food and water without consequence, though such food is often less nourishing.
[Thick Skin]: Your skin is resistant to cutting and puncturing with such wounds being much less severe than they normally would be


>Kuma: Normally the Kuma are a lot more possessive of their males. Due to your inability to preform certain...duties they've sent you here to try and see how much they can get for you. It's not your fault that you can't get hard to a lower body so mutated it's not even human anymore.
[Air of Nobility]: Your presence exudes an aura of authority and nobility. You also possess an acute understanding of bureaucracy and political negotiation.
[Strongarm]: You can effectively use melee weapons much larger than men of your size would normally be able to wield and brace the recoil of weapons that even the strongest men in Okinawa would struggle with

>Samshi: The Samshi are known to possess an overflowing vitality an excess, that, to a lesser extent, is possessed by their sons.
[Excess Vitae]: You have much more blood than the average Okinawan man and your blood clots quickly making you resistant to blood loss. In addition any lost bodily fluid recovers faster than usual. This applies to not only blood, but saliva, urine and semen
[Unending Endurance]: You have a seemly limitless reservoir of stamina and do things like carry immense weight for hours at a time without tiring


>Nar'yu: The chosen stewards of the Wyrm are blessed in many ways, be it their wisdom, their zeal or the storm that runs through their veins. However, in their sons the primary feature they inherit is their physique.
[Godly Stature]: You tower even over the already herculean men of Okinawa and you have the strength to match. This comes at the cost of a much higher calorie intake making it harder to stay alive.
[Thunderous Blood]: You are practically immune to electricity, if you weren't you would have died in the womb
[Eye of the Storm]: The strict discipline you were trained under has honed and focused your savagery to a fine point. You retain more of your reason when overcome by 「Violence」

>>4992920
>Inobi: The Inobi care little for things of this world and are able to live comfortably in the most destitute conditions imaginable thanks to their natural gifts.

>>4992918
>Mosaru: In a life of gambling, theft and knife fights an agile pair of hands can be the difference between life and death
For me? It's the Mosaru.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4993122
>>4997415
Rolling. I'll leave this thread here and start a new one once I can find the time to run a faster game. Thank you to everyone who participated. http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4980802/