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Basics:
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
i.e.
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
i.e.
'3d30' will roll 3 30 sided dice.
[5d10] will roll 5 10 sided dice.

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Our heroes have journeyed far and faced many dangers, culminating in their daring escapade in the arid city of Galatian, where they retrieved the Heart of the Sun once and for all, crossing the agents of the sinister warlord Styr Thenn. Aided by one of his former servants, a zorse named Kothbiro, they destroyed the precious jewel, that none could claim it.

Their actions will not go without repercussions, however. They are in hostile territory, on the run from Thenn's servants. Aided by a mysterious ally known only as the Fire Witch, they travel now to the closest pocket of civilization on the borders of Thenn's territory. From there, only the stars and I know what awaits them…
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 No.748000

>>747998
After a moment, he continues.

"We could have so much more. This town has more to offer than they appear to. Treasures in the crypt? Absolutely. Let's grab those for ourselves. The scholar? He himself is a lead to knowledge, which I'm sure you yourself understand is an avenue to power itself. The mayor, the bandits? There are two sides to every coin. Money? That's the ultimate power. What if," he lets go of her and steps back a bit to look her in the eyes. "What if these leads are jobs that we ourselves devise? We don't have to take them at face value. What if we take the information and use it to benefit ourselves, rather than play along to the normal rules of," he signs disgust here, "kill a monster, earn a penny?"

He steps back, eyes and ears pointed at her to receive her response.

 No.748214

>>748000
She scratches her jaw with a claw in thought, parsing your words for a moment.

"Hmm.. Thinking more than the sstep ahead. Yess, i can ssee the merit of thiss. Forgoing the original reward to take what we can."

"But what of the law of thesse landss?" she asks. "Word may yet sspread of the sstrange group sstealing away with broken promissess of work unfullfilled and wealth sstolen."

"We have only jusst esscaped purssuit in Galatian. To presss our luck here would likely brand uss criminalss in sshort order."

"Ssurvival iss difficult when breaking trusst and law. Misslead the sscholar by omisssion of artifactss, yess, but invesst in word of our good deedss now and we may yet exploit ssuch faith later."

 No.748215

>>748214
The cat scratches his chin, considering his response. "Well," he begins, "it's not really a crime unless you get caught, right? I don't know if you saw, but the guards around here look a lot like guards from," he lowers his voice to a whisper, "Galatian."

He leans back, eyes wide, waits a beat for his words to sink in.

"It's only a matter of time before word of us reaches Thenn. We don't have the time to ADVENTURE here! We're still on the lamb, and in case you haven't noticed, we don't exactly blend in to the local crowd."

He looks around, clearing his throat and lowering his voice again before continuing.

"Look, the way things've been going for us, I figure we've got about one day to make the most of this place, and thank goodness for them you can't burn down a mud house."

 No.748248

>>747997
I nod and pull myself back to my hooves. Gathering up my stuff, I decide to head out to find a place to grab some food. Giving one last glance to the wolf, I say, "Thanks." turn, and head into the hamlet.

 No.748329

(I apologize for the intrusion but I would like to participate in these quests and roleplay. Do you have a discord or someplace you all hang and plan these at?)


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Last time, on PirateQuest…

Cutlass, now awake again after her fainting spell, shared her suspicions of Kukulcan with Alder, Splendid, Prisma, Paraiba, the mooks, Make Believe and her four assassins. Her notion that Kukulcan was not who or what he claimed to be was backed up by the fact that Monty, her rumormonger snake amulet, changed his story about Kukulcan and the Watchkeepers after Kukulcan claimed that he was a god. Colobok asserted that he would leave behind one of the papers of his aura ability, Shadow Archive, to spy on Kukulcan and peer into his mind, to see if he was telling the truth. Colobok, Sparkler and Make Believe then left with the godray crystal to deliver it back to the Hidden Dagger before nightfall.

With evening upon them, and much of our crew still injured, Magoja (interning as the Thunder Serpent's surgeon) suggested that our crew ingratiate themselves with Kukulcan's. One such method, he suggested, was to challenge them to a drinking game. Nothing beats heatstroke and dehydration like alcohol, after all.

Cloud, escorted by Bent Scales of the Beesting, escorted Cloud partway to the Thunder Serpent. She broke off partway through, leaving to join the rest of the Beesting crewmates who had been spying on Kukulcan all day to get intel on him and his crew. Cloud arrived at the Dreamer's Moon just as Cutlass got several drinks deep with Cycle Kick. Alder, meanwhile, was being taught in the fishing and culinary arts by the hairless diamond dog they met earlier, the one with the compulsion for orderliness.

Cerulean continued to plumb the depths of the Skull Temple with her pets, getting as far as B5F. While her dog friends found another way around the pitfall obstacle she just cleared, she pressed onward, finding herself in a long hall, with a corridor to the west and one to the east. After going partway down the eastern corridor, she was stopped by a familiar sight: Herself, standing on the other side of what looked like some kind of translucent, watery mirror.
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 No.748083

>>748075
"Was just curious. So we're really cut off from everything down here then?"

 No.748084

>>748083
Magoja nods. "Most forms of communication, even all but the most potent of magical ones, are completely cut off at these depths."

 No.748164

>>748084
"And it'll take another week going back up, so we'll be cut off for a while…"
Cloud mutters.

>>748075
"…Wait why would I have a new bounty poster? I haven't done anything since the last one was made."

 No.748208

>>747922
"Thanks guys. Now then…." Cerulean gets her aura flowing into the tools again and gets go work rebuilding the giant spider. Part of her was actually excited now, mostly to see how it acts without the black sludge and all affecting it.

>spending the extra time to rebuild without rolling

 No.748210

>>748164
"Bounty companies often update those when they feel they have acquired a more accurate photo of the target. They may also publish alternate versions of bounty posters to provide different angles of the face, especially if those angles highlight beauty marks, scars, and other important factors in distinguishing the mark."


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 No.704875[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

No more bamboozles! Probably.
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 No.706635

>>706631
"I get that a lot for some reason."

>>706633
"Yeah. Those guys really were somethin', huh? Walked away without even taking anything." He sits down next to Copper.

—

FJS follows Dashpot to see what he's up to. "So what do you do when you're actually on the ship? Do you always play recruiter?"

 No.706636

>>706635
"Again, they don't expect someone to blast a hole open in them on their home turf."

Copper giggles,

"To be honest, I don't think I would be able to either. Worst would be a warning shot. That'd get authorities involved."

 No.706637

>>706632
"Brave choice!" he says cheerily, registering your bet. He tells you a little about Helter Skelter: a well traveled spacer and part time bounty hunter, Helter Skelter is a crack shot with his guns, one of the best slingers in the 'verse. He's a one time champion of the arena on planet Dylath, and got second place in last year's tournament here on Euryale. The others, however, are slightly more qualified than him by a margin, so he's a bit of an underdog this year. "He may pull through yet though!" the bookie concludes. "Good luck, chum!"
>-40 sovs

>>706633
He nods and shrugs. "That'd be Jody Domingre's gang. They've been roughin' up newcomers for going' on a year now. Haven't been able to uproot 'em yet, but someday, maybe."

Keg shrugs and grabs himself a huge, frothing mug of house brew ale. He toasts silently and downs most of it in one swig. "'S alright, I guess," he shrugs. The bartender looks a little miffed.

>>706634
"Good choice, good choice." You learn a bit about Frankie: a newcomer to the arena, he's gone undefeated since he started. He's young, cocky and an extremely skilled bare hand fighter. He even beat the previous three time champion, Garland Ferris, in one of the tournament matches. No one knows how he lost his finger. "Best of luck!" says the bookie. "This is gonna be his biggest challenge yet!"
>-40 sovs

>>706635
You follow Dashpot as he heads to the bridge, stopping him in his tracks. He looks a little irritated by the interruption, but he brushes it off. "Well, I'm the pilot," he answers. "Cap's my copilot. Used to be the other way 'round, but… well, situation done changed. I'm the first mate, so I get to do a lot of the dirty work. Including admin stuff like recruiting newbies, I guess. Mae ought to be the one doin' it, but she deserves a break. Last mission was… Well, you don't need to know about that." He gives you a warm smile.

 No.706638

>>706634
"Oh, this should be really fun! I hope they all play it up a lot!"

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>Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

Calling sheets for the 85th session of TimeQuest
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 No.747459

>>747458
>Up at 10/2
Shooting yourself into a spiral, you swiftly meet Wing up close as you clear the gap in seconds, causing him to miss his slow-spell entirely though you see his body slowly patching itself up following the impact. His hooves coated in azure aura from his magic, he tries to catch the beam sword as you charge him down, causing his hooves to heat up and burn as smoke fills both your eyes.

HIs mask has now entirely shattered, and you see the full visage of Wing: his face is coated in feathers as well, the dark gray sickly appendages seeming to have replaced his coat entirely, but though it is aged with experience, and slightly mangled and matted through the trials you have put him through, the old muzzle is still very reminiscent of the stallion who gave you your first pumpkin-flavored coffee. Of the young man who went to great lengths to rescue your fellow Breezies from Obsidian.

He smiles, throwing the blade aside as he charges at you with both his hooves, "Great minds, as they say, think alike!"

He throws his hooves at you, no longer seeming to have any energy left in him for temporal magic as he makes the last stage of your duel a classic hoof-fight, albeit his coated in magic to level the playing field.
[1d10+2]
[1d10+2]

Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11 / Roll #2 7 + 2 = 9

 No.747460

>>747459
Honey takes a moment to stare back at that face, and take the brief trip down memory lane. The moment is likely enough for him to get a couple hits in, which only spurs Honey on to come back swinging, putting aside her experience of alternating ranges for an advantage. As she swings, her armor activates the thrusters to give it more speed to make up for Honey's lack of mass.
"Fuck…I'ma gonna miss you."

>Dual Great attacks, no ranged, no elements, crit 8+
[1d10+2]
[1d10+2]

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12 / Roll #2 3 + 2 = 5

 No.747461

>>747460
The moment of hesitation as you look into the familiar face is indeed enough for him to get a few solid jabs in, your small form battered by the mystical might of your much larger foe, even in the face of your new upgrades and godhood. However, as he continues to jab, you see him slowing down - not just from any temporal tempering, but from fatigue, exhaustion. You seize a precise moment to throw ALL your thruster power into one powerful swing, the speed and force of which cleaves through the front of Wing's chest. At the exact same moment, Wing's magicall-imbued wing comes crashing down ontop of you, cutting into your breezie-tech armor and sundering it, sending you fluttering out and away as your unibeam finishes its slash at the same time as Wing finishes his.

You stand opposite of each other, grievous injuries on both sides as your armors spark and sputter and Wing stands coughing blood with almost every breath… until, in a moment, he falls to one knee, a hoof holding up to the recently made gash on his chest as he closes his eyes, grunting as he tries to fight through the pain.
"…and I… will always remember you…" he says as he struggles to keep himself from falling flat on the ground, but no longer holds the strength to stand.
"I… hah… I must be very disappointing right now. No matter how willing the spirit, your flesh always catches up to you…"
>Honey at 1/2
>Wing out of HP

 No.747462

>>747461
Despite being much younger, Honey definitely isn't looking much better right now. Honey staggers her way closer to him, making the armor spark out intensely at the joints. With a small bit of power left, she materializes an old, familiar object: the toy raygun.
"Nah…fucka that," she says with a seemingly sad-sounding chuckle. She points the raygun at him to…shrink him down to her size. She gets close enough to sit with him, letting him rest against her as she looks down at him, breathing heavily from the intensity of the fight.
Heh…hahah…don't push yourself, old man. Youa kicked my ass too hard toa say stupid shit like thata. Though you dida say lots of things like thata before." She laughs a bit again from thinking back, but quickly settles down.
"You knowa…you don't have to kick ita. Could stick around anda we could do this again once we senda Eon crying to whatever pit ita crawled out of."

 No.747463

>>747462
Wing… or rather, Mercile… looks on in surprise as you walk up to him, and then shrink him with the old fashioned toy-raygun you used to use. He looks on as you get close to him, leaning on you for support as he grunts, holding at several of his injuries from the duel. He chuckles, "Some things you simply never out-grow. Like saying stupid things to a pretty girl. So don't go making fun of my old age just YET, Honey." He laughs, shaking his head as he leans into you, relaxing and letting his head droops over your shoulder as you both sit down.

As you bring up that he doesn't have to kick it, Wing smirks. "Of course I cannot kick it. I imagine I still have a lot to answer for what I did while I was a Cardinal." He turns to you, "You think if we convinced them duels like these were a 'punishment', they'd let us keep doing it? Because, I will be honest: I do not think I could keep them convinced I don't like it."

>PAUSED


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Two candles flicker on either side of a dusty old tome. The leather-bound cover creaks open and words slowly etch themselves into the paper. This old book begins to spin you a yarn. A tale of a small mountain village. A grand quest gone wrong. Self-sacrifice gone unrewarded. And, perhaps most of all, biting off a little more than you should chew.

Post Sheets
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 No.747330

>>747329
>>747328
>>747327
Her smile fades and her lips slowly draw into a thin line. "A wake? For?" She patiently waits for someone to explain, and turns her attention completely on Nepenthe as he finally begins.

Her face cycles through a number of emotions as you retell the evening's events, finally settling on a passive discomfort. When you finally finish, there's a long silence. "I suppose that explains why the curse didn't touch me," she says. "All those years mother thought- I thought…" She pauses and shuffles, trying to hide a faint shudder. Her eyes are hard, but a faint glimmer at the corners betrays her attempts to mask her emotions. She takes a deep breath, slowly lets it out, and nods. "Well," she continues. "Thank you. I have a lot to think about. At any rate, we're all in your debt. If you hadn't come along I can't imagine the town would've lasted much longer."

 No.747331

>>747330
"Tis simply my duty. I needn't thanks for saving the innocent from the predations of those most unholy forces."

 No.747332

>>747330
"A sordid case," he concludes grimly. "It was our pleasure to get to the bottom of it all, and bring some closure to this nightmare."

 No.747333

>>747330
>>747331
Reverie nods at Scorched's response, "It's our job."

 No.747334

>>747333
>>747332
>>747331
"Your job or not, thank you either way. I'm sure Burgermeister Stone has a reward lined up for you, at least. Couldn't say how much. Probably not enough." She glances down at the letter again. "If it isn't a sum that seems fair then come back here and talk to me. Or talk to me after the feast. I don't know how much father left, but I don't think anyone would argue at least some of it going to you three."


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 No.747099[Reply]

I've got an artifact and a setting. Should I make a quest? People do seem to still use the /q/ board unlike the rest.

 No.747101

Hey if you think you can make a go of it, let your dreams soar and make a game.


 No.746445[Reply]

>pic is how I feel right now

>Blossom
>Spin

Last time, the fighting in the casino raged on. Though it is heavily falling out of the Protectorate's favor, they aren't out yet.

The bear-like minion made of fetal tissue attacks Blossom.
>Rolled a 3

Floop successfully heals himself, but fails to charge his arcane magic.

Meanwhile, Tourmaline shoots a Lifestream beam at Floop.
>rolled an 8

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 No.746521

>>746518
Now that she has sufficient firepower, she leaves the bathroom and goes back to the battlefield, much more quietly this time, making sure she stays out of sight.

Stealth
[1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.746522

>>746518
"Filled like a gambler, not a thief. Just the money you brought for our boy's night out. I'm gonna keep an ear to the vault door, if I heard guards then be ready to go, otherwise get packed up." Gimmick says, jittering as he listens in on the other end, taking a shot to slow his nerves momentarily.
Talent, then Perception
[1d10] (+3, -3)

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.746523

>>746518
Spin promptly smacks his gun against the wall and tries this again.

[1d10] Marksman shot on Teddy

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.746524

>>746520

Another headache makes it hard to concentrate again. -1 to the next appraisal.

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>>746522

Stirs nods and starts packing. [1d10]

The only thing you hear is the moaning of the half dead guards you left outside the vault door.

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>>746523
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 No.746525

>>746524

Tourmaline, sweating and wheezing, refuses to give up. "I am a hunter from the Protectorate!" she declares in her high pitched voice, shrill from exertion. "We do NOT back down! We do NOT go down! We-"

She is silenced as a bullet goes straight through her skull.

"Are not bulletproof," Barid says, his gun barrel smoking.

Tourmaline's minions squeal an ear-splitting, grating screech. They start melting, leaving behind only a mess of gore on the ground. Once Teddy's extra mass is gone, he folds in on himself until he returns to being just a normal Teddy bear. Then, both Tourmaline's body and Teddy disappear in a flash, teleported by the black box.

The rest of you are left in the silence, exhausted from what just transpired. There are few people left in the casino at this point. The ones remaining seem to have been watching the fight with morbid fascination, wide-eyed with horror and amusement.

"Woooo!" one pony shouts from the other end of the large room.

In the silence that follows, you hear sirens approaching from outside.


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The party have concluded their business in Withick, having made an ally of Sprig, gaining a new companion in the form of the griffon Sir Gawain, and being rejoined by Aegis. However, not all is well. They have been effectively forced to flee the peaceful swamp town due to a new threat, a nefarious assassin and old enemy of Hermodur's called Gavrilo. Employed by Lysander, Gavrilo has delivered a mysterious dagger to the party, its purpose unknown.

Not all is despair, however. The party have decided on a heading after much debate; they have opted to head southeast, retracing their original journey and traveling back towards Durenwol Fen. There, they hope to strike a deal with the Beldam, a captive spirit of the swamp, and have her keep the Cuckoo's Egg safe from harm in exchange for her freedom. To do that, however, they will first need to deal with their old acquaintance Black Pudding, an adversary of the Beldam. With his current whereabouts unknown, the party have opted to follow his trail, heading to his last known whereabouts: The cursed hamlet of Larkstead, which has been plagued by a false Oneiromancer. This mysterious entity is a puppet of Lysander and Grosvenor, intended to act as a threat to distract from their true intentions…
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 No.748277

>>748276
He nods slightly, watching the rat pace around. "Thou art welcome anytime. Seldom do we have a chance to witness our efficacy firsthand. We anticipate thy ingenuity."

 No.748278

>>748277
I chuckle. "I can't make any promises, but I'll try. I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing now." If he doesn't have anything else, I grab my now non-magical trap, leave the room, and click my tongue a few times to get my rats to follow me out.

 No.748359

>>748207
Aegis quietly waited until her order arrived, seeing as others were handling the questions she enjoyed this opportunity to taste her spicy meal, having gone a long time without one

 No.748360

>>748249
>>748205
>>748251
>>748252
>>748359
"Capital, capital! Truth be told, the same goes for most passing through these doors. Broome is a free port, and my humble establishment is a free port within a free port! No rulers or masters within these ships! That is the way!"

The food arrives. Zunden is presented with a large steak of an unknown variety of fish, along with an alcoholic orange and brown concoction called a Sea Leg. A local brew in Broome. Hermodur is presented with a tankard of sweet apple cider and a calamari dish, ostensibly made from kraken. As for Rabi, he receives a hearty mushroom stroganoff and a white wine that packs a powerful punch. Aegis' dish consists of a steaming vegetable, onion and tofu soup. It's quite spicy, as requested. Finally, Silver is presented with a fresh, elaborate seaweed salad, decorated with garnishings, along with the same white wine as Rabi.

Parzival notices Norv not eating. "Not hungry, friend?" he asks, looking over from his own dish: a large seafood platter. "You wound me!" Gawain looks over, mumbles incoherently through a mouthful of roast boar, and offers some of the chips that came with his meal.

"Oh, we're mostly self sufficient around here," he explains to Zunden as lunch begins. "We do get traders coming in now and again, but the sea provides everything we need for the most part. And when we trade, we do it mostly down through the coast or upriver. Not that we try to get involved in others' affairs. Much to the chagrin of that pale little dandy of a dragon…"

Marisol looks over from her pie, intrigued. "You're talking about Lysander?"

"Curse his name, yes," Parzival grumbles. "Pain in all our arses, he is. Keeps trying to get on good terms with us, trying to buy out the whole damned town. But it won't happen! We're independent, and proud of it! We don't need any fancy lords or kings or emperors! He tries anything, we'll run him out of town!" He thumps his fist on the table emphatically. You heaPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.748361

>>748360
Aegis's pale white face slowly gains a fierce tint of pink as she eats her meal, and aside from occasionally taking a moment to breathe, she managed to maintain her usual poker face
''No place in the Echoes needs a lord or king. No single ruler of faction should have complete control over this realm, or it would become just another Dominion''


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 No.742473[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

The party have completed their first mission for the Spacers' Guild, being accepted as recruits for the budding organization. With the help of their new companion Chekhooves and a chipper kirin named Luv, assistant of their employer Ochi, the party have departed on their next mission: hunting down a rogue robot on a remote jungle planet…
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 No.748323

>>748320
>>748321
"Ah dammit! Eh yes and no. Figured he was smart though…"

 No.748324

>>748320
Vandal skates after, not trying to cramp on his vibe by trying to be pushy. She simply follows along and hopes the walk heads somewhere she can break the ice.

[1d10] explore nav

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.748325

>>748323
"Not smart enough, it seems. What should we do now?"

 No.748326

>>748320
Gale walks over to the people messing with the shopkeeper. "Hey, boss told us to call it off. Turns out this guys all payed up on debts." He says, trying a big bluff.

Persuasion [1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.748327

>>748325
I unno, you want or need anything?" she said starting to walk with him looking for a new weapon mod place


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