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Simply put the number of dice you would like to roll followed by a "d" and then add how many sides you want each die to have. Post rolling requires this in 'quotes' or [Square brackets], and nothing is needed for email rolls.

Email Field Rolling:
You can roll one set of dice from the email field
2d20 in the email field will roll 2 20 sided dice

In Post Rolling:
You can roll up to 5 sets of dice from the post field, each set of dice can contain a different number of dice and a different number of sides.
Rolls can be placed anywhere in the post, they must be put in single 'quotes' or [Square brackets]. You can roll up to 6 sets of dice total
'3d30' will roll 3 30 sided dice.
[5d10] will roll 5 10 sided dice.

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Last time on HolyQuest Autumn had arrived from his leave of absence only to beset us with another hiatus. The HQ crew strung out of their crack ships have taken their last resort to defeat a monday without a game. FEMTO Presents Holy Kyusetsu!! Uchikeshi no Rapyuchitsu ga Koko ni!

This quest is intended to burn the time away while we wait for the current hiatus to be over and we can move on with the main plot of the 3rd act of HolyQuest. Players will be allowed to remake their character sheets and replay old characters or multiple characters at the DM's discretion. Please make your character appropriate to a highschool setting.

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Gabriel squawks, "DON'T CARE! DETENTION! NOW!" She shouts quite demanding at Spike, cracking her whip once in the air. "Don't make me write you up a referral, dragon!"

She cracks it again for emphasis



"Army of Darkness," the two of them say simultaneously with disparate degrees of enthusiasm.

Upon realization of their simultaneous agreement, they look to each other. Then, they both look away uncomfortably.


"Phew, sorry. Things got really hectic," Pryce apologizes as Buiwong is busy with the tables. As Mudi comes over, Pryce turns to her.
"Really cut it close. Don't worry, won't happen for the games, I promise," Pryce says with a joking attitude, to lighten it a bit.


Flaming smiles, "Wow, my first high-school movie-noon. This is so cool, I didn't even know these were a thing! This is gonna be great. I haven't even heard of either of those movies yet!"

As Amy introduces herself, Flaming smirks. "Oh yeah, I think I remember you! Were you the one with the fire move in the game? I'm Flaming Shorthorns, I just started here! Well I mean, I came here as a Middle Schooler but now I'm officially a Freshman!" She explains excitedly


"AaaAAAHHH!" Spike cries out in fear as Gabriele cracks her whip. Running all the way to the Occult Research Club

Mudi gives Pryce the pen and clipboard "Look forward to seeing there." She says amicably.

You follow what you think were Gadriel and Shei's directions to the Occult Research Club. It's in the old janitors room at a corner of the school property. Beside the entrance you spot Flow and Renee in rasta flavored matching outfits. Trying to light some paper grabbed by Flow's mouth. But upon seeing you they scrambling to hide everything. Flow swallowing the paper and Renee hiding the lighter.

"Hiiiii- See you for the movie-noon." Flow sends himself inside the club room before anyone could tell him something, his girlfriend following with.
"Hehe"Renee giggles "yeah, happy movie-noon."

Entering the build you you can see the sparse decorum of what used to be a janitor's closet. With some cleaning supplies and gym equipment still here in low quantities. Besides that there is a ufo poster on the wall captioned 'I want to believe' and one of those neat tesla coil domes. You see the og machine Shei used earlier in the corner of the room too. There aren't many chairs, most are opting to sit on the diamond patterned rug.
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At last, the final sight of the Tartarian Descent Team is engulfed by the interminable darkness.

The Great Seal rends the earth with a deafening quake, as it slides nearly shut, open only by a hairsbreadth. The Loyal Kerberos, ten thousand Umbral Hounds strong, holds one end of Shei's Black Thread in one of his mouths. He leers at it contemptuously, but holds it nonetheless as agreed.

Most of the others accompanying Sir Pryce cannot look anymore at the Great Seal, ready to direct their thoughts to anything other than the fates of their friends… and foes. Sir Estuary is the only one who seems composed. He looks to Pryce, and with a slight bow of his head, says, "Perhaps we should make for the surface, milord. We have no further business here."
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Hopper sighs. You didn't know frogs were capable of that… he's completely deflated.

Perhaps – heartbreak has struck.


Pryce reaches down to pick up Hopper, feeling he needs one.
"Oh… did things not go well?" He asks. "I looked around for you earlier and saw you doing a little show. You were doing great, so I figured you'd be fine."
He pauses.
"Anything I can do to help out?"


Hopper doesn't react to your offer, just laying there as you pick him up. With a melancholic personality like his, he'll probably need some time to process it all before recovery can begin.


"It's okay, I'll be there for you through this."
Pryce brings Hopper over to the riverside, sitting down with him to let them have a moment in silence as the others pass the time.


Hopper weakly squeaks, idly carving shapes in the sand beside you. Despite his reticence and depression, you can sense he is grateful for your company.

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Sir Pent slithers off of your arm and crawls over to Sparkler, and bumps his head against her arm until she relents and gives him a pat. Sir Pent soon bites off an old scale, one already on its way to falling off, and holds it out to her. Curious, Sparkler takes it, and after some deliberation, starts to mash it in a pestle while her healing takes its effect.

*Click click* the beetle continues, patiently awaiting your questions with its forelegs folded up together in a professional posture.

Your shark senses tell you there's something worth taking in this room… but it might be a nap.

Juniper flings herself into the pool outside the room, and Cycle follows suit. Juniper then climbs out and steps through the doorway with no issue.

"Looks like the Mechpriests would have had to purify themselves with a ritual bath before entering here," Juniper says. "But for our purposes, just stepping into the pool is enough to enter one of these kinds of chambers, I suppose."

"Yeah…" Chiu mutters, but she does not sound very sure.
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Sir Pent coils, ready to lash out at the Metal Man.

>Trap: recharge 1; Starting next turn, first enemy to attack is helpless for 2 turns.


Roll #1 5 = 5


As the Metal Giant's silhouette turns, four ghostly un-lights, pale and crusted as sickness, glow from within, behind a greasy and spotted glass visor. Its deformed hand, wrapped in its stinking, sodden cloth suit, reaches toward the eastern stairwell – until Cerulean leaps from the top of the western staircase, and slams into the monstrosity's helmet! A dull ringing shakes the Heart Temple's entrance-chamber. The Metal Giant swings at the open air, but Cerulean has already dived down into the earth.

The Metal Giant raises its foot, preparing itself to stomp…! Droplet and Colobok grab Cycle and Juniper, then leap into the air to avoid the tremors!

>Cerulean and Sir Pent roll dodge, instant, DC 7


Cloud is as silent as a bat as they trek through the jungle, eyes looking every which way to keep an eye on all directions. When they reach a river, he sighs in relief at the break in heat it gives, the island atmosphere really taking its toll.

When his neck begins to itch, he scratches at it, feeling the jitters. He glances around, feeling the paranoia picking up, hoping its just his nerves and not some terrible bug bite or other horrible incident.



Sir Pent dodges clumsily. He is a fat boi.


Roll #1 3 = 3


The duo of brains and less brains continued on not being particularly good at navigating of the area or being stealthy. They simply just moved with the others.

Willow continued his crafting of the pair of specs he seemed quite interested in making.

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At last, the final sight of all those staying upon the surface of your World is engulfed by the interminable darkness.

The Great Seal rends the earth with a deafening quake, as it slides nearly shut, open only by a hairsbreadth. The Loyal Kerberos, ten thousand Umbral Hounds strong, holds one end of Shei's Black Thread in one of his mouths. It is for that reason that the Great Seal has not been shut entirely.

Members of each faction procure a variety of small light sources to aid in grasping the shifting, unpredictable stuff that became darkness upon your perceiving it. The presence of the light, conceptually implying a "darkness that must be lit," renders more of the chaotic stuff into darkness, that is then lit. Fortunately, all that seems to be around you now is a cavern tunnel, as long as it is broad and tall.

The other factions are silent as they walk, tensely keeping weapons at the ready. As you go with them, a nauseating vertigo wells up from within. It feels like gravity's shifting to be before you, as if you were walking down a vertical surface. Although you do not fall, your bodies scream warnings at you that every step could send you hurtling into the chaos ahead, or perhaps, "below" you.
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"to be perfectly honest, I've given some thought to trying the oddities they serve at the food stand."



"Are we going to parent trap them?" Amy asks enigmatically.


Leather turns his head in confusion.


Shorthorns turns her head in confusion as well. "Are we going to what-trap them…?"


Regardless of who calls, it's Vizsla who answers.

"Oh, you again, it's so nice to talk to friends so frequently. I wish my sister called me this much!"

"But… we travel together…" Mudi mutters in the background.

"That's not stopping you from being considerate," Vizsla responds. "Anyway, how can I help you this fine… evening? Day? Who knows what it is anymore. I hope you all have been keeping track."

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Last time, in the Castle of Silence…

After whipping up a quick meal offering, the expedition team ventured out from the warehouse to approach the Necromancer, who floated languidly through the northern streets. Upon confronting him, they found him willing to engage in dialogue, whereupon he divulged that he indeed had been to the Pillars… in fact, he entered Agatecastle through the Pillars, indicating the existence of a clandestine gateway between the Pillars and the Castle itself. It was as this came up that Lost Hope accidentally divulged the existence of the Ironcastle Expedition Team, a fact which the Necromancer found quite interesting. Huitlapan panicked and tried to walk back Lost's revelation, only to be frozen solid with a blast of winter air.
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As you look upwards… Conflagration beholds a strange mosaic floating above you – there appear to be strange beings of a sort, hard to see, harder still to identify. Trying to look at one of them is like trying to pick out a single fixture in a landfill – trying to look at all of their number, much harder. They are mechanical, and seem to be constructed of metal, sharp and angular in shape, and yet, without definite quantity. A high humming can be heard as one glimpses what they can of them, a binaural tone, haunting as it is beautiful.

They seem to have eyes without number… a dread sense comes upon you as your gaze nears to locking with theirs…

>Conflagration, Lost must roll instant resistance to avoid making eye contact with the mechanical entities

For Cautaa's part, he has stopped moving entirely. Xu and Huitlapan stop and survey him for a moment, fear plain in their eyes…

Just before your eyes can be pulled into the peculiar gravity of the indefinite things, you break off, casting your eyes to the ground. Both the cold and the static in your visor lose their grasp on you the moment that you do.

>You can get +1 to any instant attempt to help anyone avoid the gaze of the entities next round


Lost immediately tried to cast her gaze to the floor "Look down or something, just don't look up!"

[1d10] Look down

Roll #1 2 = 2


I squeeze my eyes shut and look down.

Roll #1 2 = 2


Once she connects the dots, Deadweight practically lands on Lost to keep her gaze away from the entity.


Roll #1 9 = 9


Immediately I grab Conflagration's face mask and yank it downwards

Roll #1 7 + 1 = 8

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Last time, on Anno Castra…

A long discussion unfolded between our explorers and "Mendicant Rudolph," assuming that was his true name. The dissident priest who unleashed a startling manifesto about the bleak future facing Ironcastle was, after all the panic and unrest he caused, a rather unassuming figure, not particularly unusual, nor even memorable. He maintained that everything in his manifesto came to him in a startling vision, which also included the zero-day virus that he used to forcibly download the manifesto to every Magicomp in Ironcastle.

This was an impossible feat, according to the Lux Deorum, as Rudolph had no background in technology whatsoever. They completely discredited his story about receiving it all in a vision, divine or otherwise, and maintained that he had to be working with a group of fellow terrorists and malcontents who wished only to stir up chaos in Ironcastle. However, Rudolph proved that he had information he could not have possibly accessed otherwise: He knew that the party had spoken with Godspeed. Just as this seemed to lend credence to his story about visions, he uttered a still stranger thing… that events that had unfolded in Ironcastle were also unfolding in other Castles as well, from ancient historical events such as the rise of the Brotherhood of Flagellants, to the schism of the Charismatics from the Abbey, to the development of mutually intelligible languages across Castles, despite there being no methods of communication between them, and the massive distances that separated them.

Before they could question him further, the DLs furiously dismissed the party, and took them away, back to the baggage claim area of the Ramparts. Many more hours than they had perceived finally caught up with them, and they had to get a ride from Rockfall back to House Titanite.
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Grutar sits idle for awhile, looking pretty still. But when someone eventually pokes him for medical treatment, it seems like he fell asleep again to take a nap after the intense battle.


"Oh no, I am just bruised, I can stand up in a moment. Please make sure Zamrud is well." he said moving to stand up.

[1d10] Roll to stand if needed.

Roll #1 2 = 2


Zamrud winces as Zamrud comes over to help him up, the cat meowling in pain as he touches the tender puros. "ACH! E-easy, Qhapaq, easy…" Zamrud says, holding his side carefully. "'Well' is a bit of an exaggeration but, I am alive, and in control of my faculties… or so I hope."

As Senorita suggests taking first aid courses, Zamrud nods in agreement, "Quite, looks like we'll be digging into our medical supplies quite a bit. Rather early into the expedition, at that…" Zamrud says with disappointment as he looks around at everyone. He notes everyone is exhausted, battered, but alive, and with that he lets out a sigh.

He takes a look at the liquefied remains of the creature, whatever it was, within the broken down tube. As well as the destroyed remains of the computer terminal. He lets out a sigh. "Whatever it was, it's gone now. It's almost a shame, I'm rather curious what in the Outlands we were dealing with here."


"I would recommend that you go and take a sample or something. I assume that the sages would like to take the time to study something living in a place as nasty as this."


"Very well- if you are sure, Good." Qhapaq says, looking to Good and nodding a little.

"Ah- apologies, Zamrud. I should have attempted such a technique sooner- I am glad that it did… whatever it did, when it was within my body, and not within anothers. My head aches, but I will recover within a day or two at most. I should have been more careful when investigating the tube- I am sorry, friend."

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The Echoes are changed to their core.

Skylord Lysander is dead. The veil of the Cuckoo's Egg is lifted, revealing a new and altered world. The old chaos runs rampant. In a distant land, the flame of ambition is lit in a woman's heart. And somewhere, sometime, the drifters who were at the heart of it all awaken, amidst the ash and rubble of their former home.

Runes of Union hang in the sky, radiating their primordial spell. The world is unmade and remade again. Beyond the scope of the light they knew, and beyond the reach of the terror and dark, the drifters tread now, peering through the fog of the Conjunction, in search of answers…
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The dragoness does not attempt to hide her dissatisfaction with the state of their adventure. "As if the starvation and dehydration was not enough. The gods challenge us once more." She says, scoffing at that last statement. She begins to spread her wings as the aching pain of exhaustion shoots through them, keeping her grounded.

"If we cannot find shelter, we must hurry into this town." She says, surveying the landscape in a vain attempt to find anything that would help.

Perception [1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7


"I would have found it if it was destroyed" Aegis says plainly
"It could have decided to leave… I haven't made use of it much, if at all… Perhaps one of the demons got impatient and decided it should go into someone else's hooves so they could get them to come after me, since I didn't manage to keep my end of a deal"

Upon hearing the serpents up to trouble again, Aegis stands up and trots after Dalliance


"Up to it again? We'd best go see what's up, yeah?" he offers, grabbing his bow and running out after Dalliance.


"Hmm.. I could certainly check. The fall damaged my notes quite badly, but perhaps there's still something of use on gunpowder.."

Pulling out the remains of my Alchemy notes, I carefully flip through what's left on the hunt for gunpowder recipes.
[1d10] notes search

Having checked for Information, my search was interrupted by the sounds of the serpents' arrival.

Packing away my notes, I follow after Dalliance in concern, tense at the thought of the serpent's strange gaze.

Roll #1 6 = 6


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Pitstops. Small buildings that exist between cities all across Equestria. Often there will be rusting down autocarriages and chariots rusting around them in makeshift walls. Among many of the pony tribes these are considered neutral ground for all to gain respite from. These pitstops are centers for trade and could be the basis for many cities if they had better fortifications.

A pair of heavily armed and armored ponies have arrived at such a pitstop in the northwest, where tall buildings vie for vertical control against tall forests both dead and alive. It is midday and there are few inhabitants resting here.
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Grimsley grimaces at the molerat biting at him. He stomps on its enlarged head.

>Unarmed attack with 10 grit


Tora, dismissing the rats as basically harmless, moves to just hit that big bastard with another pair of strikes.



Grimsley looks to the big diamond dog. "I suggest you run," he says in a flat tone.

>rolling to intimidate with a Charisma of 2


Roll #1 1 = 1


I also try to make the molerats flee with angry irish horse noises with a Charisma of 7


Roll #1 6 = 6


You stop the molerat's head and its skull explodes under your armored hoof.

You hit the Diamond's weapon out of his hand and break off the last of his armor, he would be dead here but.

Covered in blood of a fallen pet, the shivering Diamond Dog nods and starts digging his way back into the ground he burst from.

You stomp and snort with the correct vigor to scare off these remaining molerats who dig and burrow back into the ground as fast as they can.

It is quiet again, dark still. Ahead of you is a bridge made of old grey sandcrete with ruins of a shanty on it.

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>Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

Calling sheets for the 85th session of TimeQuest
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She takes Clover, the cyborg, Selkie, Mirror and Yuki. Everyone else she keeps on the bench.


Onyxia frowns as she can sense Steel's doubtful looks to the door. She steps back from the vanity, turning to look up at him.
"No, it's not your fault. I asked to test my control, and it didn't work the way I expected," She says, not wanting Steel to feel the burden of this. Her frown turns up to a light smile as he assures she will never love her any less, and her coat starts to regain some of its normal luster.
"That's the only good thing about this, at least. I can really see how much you love me," She says in a lighter tone. She looks as her twin starts to stir, feeling just a bit jealous over her figure.
"…Let's go downstairs, let her get her sleep."


With the others underway, Gary 51 finishes the last necessary touches on the cyborg before Plasm hoists her up over his back, grunting at the added weight. The griffon clarifies, "H-her name is Nueve. Take care of her, alright? Just finished installing the latest patch, she should come around in a bit."

With the new collection of employees, Plasm and Bossa Nova bid farewell to Bones, who offers a return hug to Southern before she departs from the moon. "Communications should be up soon, but if you need to get in contact with me the Old Mare will be the fastest method. Will probably contact you soon if she has anymore news."

With that, you head out back into the vast white landscape of the moon's dusty surface, low gravity taking hold once again as Po-Yala starts bouncing her way back towards the Epoch with more enthusiasm than anyone. Bossa Nova looks back to the base, sighing. "That was it. That was the last of the Order's bases. It's all just down to Sight now, wherever he's at. Kind of surreal, knowing where they started."

"I could have held back," Steel mentions. "I don't know how but, 'reserved' some of my love, not that I would have any idea how to only serve up certain parts of it. Still, you made progress yesterday. This is only a minor setback love, I know you'll work it out with time." He smiles, putting his hoof under her chin to make her look up into his eyes. "And of course, even if you don't, I wouldn't care if you were the size of this house."

You head out the door, but are paused as you suddenly hear an outburst from below, causing Steel to hold you back
"I can't believe they would do this to us… of all the nerve!" You hear your mother Esmeralda shouting below
"Honey, you're making this a much bigger deal than it needs to be." You hear Sharithik respond
"Onyxia JUST came back to us day before yesterday and this is how they treat us! I have half a mind to…"
"It can't be helped." You hear your father respond. Steel looks to you, looking cautious.


"Let's go, then," Southern says, taking her harem of beautiful mares (and one stallion) with her into the final battle.


Onyxia smiles in full now, Steel's assurances always able to lighten her mood back despite these changes and any other obstacles they encounter. However, her eyes shrink to pinpricks at his last line.
"I love you, but please don't say that. At this rate that could be true by the end of the week," She says with a nervous chuckle, unable to stop the image from flashing through her head with dread.

When they go to step out, but stop at the commotion, Onyxia winces at what comes up. She holds back in the bedroom, continuing to listen to the conversation, looking to Steel with worry.
("Did they find out?!") She whispers ("Should… Should we check on them in the Shadowscape?")

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