This is Bill
He is King of the Hill
Challenge him in battle for the right to rule this mound

Rules of battle are thus:
>KOTH and the Challenger each roll 1d6
>The current streak is added to the Challenger's roll
>The winner is the one with the higher value, KOTH wins a draw
>The winner may take the items of the loser
>To join post your Challenger with an accompanying image or description
>Choose a starting item with one of the following stats
>+1 die
>+2 pips
>+3 value
>+1 item
>After every 4 wins, KOTH may level up one of their items (essentially a +1 of the item)
>2 items can be held at a time

Other caveats:
>An orderly queue: every challenger will be gone through in order of appearence, bar consecutive submissions by the same poster
>The creator of the current KOTH may choose to continue to roll for their champion
>OP will roll in the creator's stead if they do not respond to a challenge within 24 hours, but will not pick up any items or upgrade them
>The creator may take back control of their character at any moment, and upgrades will be refunded

Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. By all accounts, you are a complete and total nobody to the Powers That Be.

You've managed to survive the last 7 days at your job. Your job, of course, involves studying and researching dangerous anomalous entities in order to make money for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC).

In fact, you survived long enough to get promoted from Level 0 to Level 1. You're no longer on the bottom of the totem pole but you're still so, so far away from the top. Five more ranks to go and who's to say you'll survive long enough to reach the top?

If you're going to die here, at least you're going to die at the top. You've climbed dozens upon dozens of corporate ladders, what's one more, after all? It's the only life you've known so you might as well get comfortable with it.

As for a recap of some notable things that happened recently?

You accidently stumbled across Liz getting herself involved in office politics. While you don't care about getting yourself entangled in them, you decided to keep an eye on Liz to make sure she won't do something she'll regret.

You also learnt that one of your coworkers, Ashton, is an aberrant cannibalistic human called a 'Harvester'. For a while you thought her unconditional kindness to you was a mask for something but no, apparently she really see you as a friend. Instead of a meal, thankfully.

A dream you had last night still lingers in the back of your mind. It was the only decision you could've made, it was the only right decision, you had to leave that house.

One of your anomalies, IN LIMBO, has finally kicked the bucket. It decided that the best thing to do would be to move on. All that's left of it now is an ARTIFACT, a remnant of its anomalous power. Rest in peace, Rolle.

And lastly, an old and presumably anomalous phone you bought a while ago has been ringing non-stop during your shift. You're currently trying to negotiate a deal with a mysterious man who's offering you something that 'doesn't cost you money', whatever that means.

Your life is a surreal mess but what can you do about it? The only path you can see for yourself is doing your job to the best of your ability. You're a <span class="mu-s">wageslave</span>, born and raised to torture yourself by doing obtuse and obscene tasks all so a line goes up.

For the line must always go up.

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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Heliopolis Colony has been Destroyed.</span></span> The Clandestine operation of the Le Creuset Squad missing one of the vital G-Project's mobile suits and its state-of-the-art mothership. Even with two brand-new mobile weapons, Frieden Moon has found themselves unable to force their surrender and the Colony's remains signify the great power of not only the Strike Gundam but of the Archangel battleship... Yet the Archangel isn't off-the-hook with the Colony's destruction obstructing further inquiry into its location. <span class="mu-i"> A silent chase beginning to be charted by command of Rau Le Creuset's Vesalius...</span>

You are Tristain d’Rusalka, a noble from the United Kingdom of Fodlan born with unique abilities bestowed upon you by the Goddess. You have journeyed across the sea to the desert kingdom of Morfis after receiving an invitation to join a mysterious competition. Though you know little of the trials that lie ahead, the winner of this contest has been promised the hand of Morfis’ Princess, Yulia Xan Phanes, in marriage. Seeking adventures, thrills, and battles that would be worthy of your might, you embarked on this strange voyage with nothing but your trusted axe.

After surviving the deadly third round of the competition, you have made it to the top eight of Princess Yulia’s suitors. The final round consists of a tournament, which sees you up against the strongest warriors from four different nations. Whoever comes out on top shall be crowned the next King of Morfis. Do you have what it takes to rule?


>Tristain d’Rusalka
>Level 42 Wyvern Lord (EXP: 20/100)
HP: 78/78 (130%)
Strength: 42 (75%)
Magic: 32 (50%)
Speed: 29 (40%)
Defense: 33 (70%)
Resistance: 28 (50%)
Luck: 29 (65%)

>Skill: Resolve (When HP falls to less than 35%, Strength, Speed and Defense increase by 7)
>Dragon-kin Wyvern (SPD based chance for Fionn to launch an ice attack, dealing ½ MAG Damage.)

>Weapons: Silver Axe (+16 ATK), Bolt Axe (+14 ATK, Ranged, Targets RES), Dragon Axe: (+12 ATK. 3x Effective against wyvern riders.), Hammer (+8 ATK, 3x DMG vs Armor Knights), Devil Axe (+21 ATK, -20 HP when Used), Brigid Bow (+12 ATK, 15% Crit Chance) Iron Bow (+6 ATK),

>Spells:
Fire (+3 ATK, 5 Uses)
Elfire (+7 ATK, 3 Uses)
Wind (+3 ATK, 5 Uses, 3x DMG vs Flying, 5 Uses)
Sacred Fire: (+12 ATK, 3x dmg vs. Terrors. 5 Uses.)

>Abilities:
Crest of Indech: You are able to make a follow-up attack on one foe, regardless of Speed. (4 Charges)
Crest of Macuil: Double the damage of a magic spell. (3 Charges)
Combat Art: Earthsplitter: Cleave all enemies standing two rows in front of you. (Cost: 1 Crest of Indech Charge)
Combat Art: Throw: (Toss your weapon at an enemy and return it to your hand. Ranged attack.) (1 Crest of Indech Charge)
Combat Art: Hit and Run: (Perform an attack that allows you to dodge the next harmful attack. Increases SPD by +7 for 1 turn. Costs 2 Crest of Indech Charges)
Combat Art: Soulblade - Your next physical attack targets RES instead of DEF (1 Crest of Macuil Charge)

>Items: Concoction x3 (+20 HP)

>Gold: 1800

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On the outskirts of a town which its settlers call Chiffchaff, but which its occupiers call Al-Duarah, there lay scattered bodies on the dry, red ground. Some are beasts and some are men, or at least look like Man. Broken, bent, frozen and burnt. Some are drained of life, left ashen husks; others have had their life bleed out of them onto the settlement’s streets. Looming over them are slate-grey walls, their gates self-sealing, and atop those walls watch impassive black masks, with eyes that see on behalf of their master: Abdul Saniʿ al-Duruʿ, Abdul Murawwiḍ al-Wuḥūsh, <span class="mu-s">Abdul Alhazred the Reptilian Infiltrator.</span>

The scaly, slit-pupilled swarthy Southron son-of-a-skink who killed <span class="mu-r">your</span> best feathered friend-for-life and <span class="mu-g">your</span> shapeshifting hundun friend-with-benefits.

<span class="mu-r">You</span> are <span class="mu-r">Zith-Zi</span>, Boss Bitch of the Monstrous Regiment adventuring company, and an ex-goblin ‘nilbog’ made pretty by magic…

…while <span class="mu-g">You</span> have gone by a few variations on the name <span class="mu-g">CZ</span> but have most recently settled on reclaiming your ill-gotten family legacy as <span class="mu-g">Carazzi Yosef</span>: one-time demigoblin cambion, and now a transcended <span class="mu-b">Pure and Empty Vessel</span> at long last.

<span class="mu-r">You</span> came to the Southlands, across the Shieldwall mountain which separates it from the north-western lands of the Paladin Queen of Hawksong. You did so not to participate in their silly civilizational clash—what various shades of humans get up to with gnolls and secret subterranean lizard-men is none of your business. <span class="mu-r">You</span> came here to save your estranged boyfriend, fellow adventurer James Efron, from captivity in a Chiffchaff dungeon...

…but in the process of procuring him, <span class="mu-g">you</span> punched through the army of enslaved hyena-men to their demon-wielding human-reptilian centre: Alhazred, the devious demonist and dark wizard who bested <span class="mu-g">you</span> in combat, costing you the lives of others whom you cared for.

(To say nothing of Nicolette Testa, fashion-forward illusionist-enchanter who joined your quest and lost a body via bullet-blasted brain, only to be pieced back together with an emergency effort of esoteric expertise!)

(Or Denise Lilla, the cleric you liberated, who suffered a similar fate in circumstances which precluded such a happy ending for her.)

(…It’s been a long few days, alright?)

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You are Lieren of Nothing, philosopher of some renown, Hunter of some skill, Primarch of the 2nd legion of the emperor of mankind's space marines, grand architect and head of the Long-Jian ministry of development, friend of the oppressed, enemy of tyrants and husband of the living ship Kanzeon, among a great many other things, including dabbler of the secrets of the old ones and poet of some skill.

Presently, you are above an uncontacted world of a substrain of humanity, using a mixture of high technology and sheer telekinetic force to create a monument from the debris left behind by the skirmish with an ork fleet, combining together the metal hulls of the ships that were lost in the battle to form a monolith of burnt and sundered still, that Kanzeon is engraving with the names and histories of the crews of the ship. It is to honor their ultimate sacrifice for a cousin of mankind that had not even known they'd been threatened.

A cousin you shall soon meet personally, the envoys that were sent had all agreed that your presence and company would be most welcome as they traveled beneath the frozen surface of the unnamed world to meet with the representatives of the city states, that the aspirants of your legion had, while you and their senior and future astartes brothers waged war against the pirate fleet, had managed to get in contact with the abhuman race. They had taken your challenge to learn how to solve the communication barrier with a society that did not know the sky above their mines existed, yet alone of the worlds beyond their worlds with great gusto and had devised a novel means of breaking that barrier. Which they had done themselves, to prove it'd work. They'd started by sending dummy distress signals near to the surface, which allowed the abhuman miners to realize the source must be coming from beyond their world of rock and stone.

And then followed by sending transmission to the groups that had figured it out, and providing proof of a world beyond their mines. Somehow, this was not met with skepticism or derision by the rest of their societies, but rather a rush to be the first to make contact with the "Uplanders" as the underground dwellers called the aspirants and you supposed everyone else

There was some grumbling, when an Astartes that had been left on the planet to watch over and run the boys through drills had happened upon and discovered what the aspirants were getting up to, but the response from the rulers of the four blocs, which were formed by councils of elders that represented the interests and vendettas of various clans and families, had been one of intrigue and praise for such "Clever little beardlings".
Cont

Totemists, one of the first lines of defense against the malicious and monstrous, famed slayers of Behemoths which are perhaps the most dangerous examples of such, and bridge to the domains of spirits and magic unseen. The role is not an easy one of course, but it must be done and has been since time before almost all written history.

You are Capran, young man of the Four Peaks mountains, pupil of Oranya Skystrike.

There has been a lot of unrest on the mountain slopes lately, the issue growing further with each day it seems, but with your teacher still guiding you, there will always be a way to deal with it the trouble.

Such as this post mimic, which stands on thin wood-splinter-like legs and angrily spears them into the ground beneath it at the failure of its ambush. You stand nearby your teacher and her friend Heyra, ready and willing to destroy this mimic.

Awful thing. You're rather happy you three are the one who found it rather than some poor patrol guard or villager.

>Cont

This is a collab quest that didn't take off on /i/ so I'm moving it here. It started with submissions from other anons but I'm going to turn it into my own drawquest.
I was going to make a Medabots one but the anime is too precious for me to ruin it. I also need to test the waters for some matters.

Wait until I finish dumping if you're participating, thanks.

>Now with intro theme music
https://youtu.be/r7AGlW-XxKk?si=UY8ixOnnFhCxgPpn

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<span class="mu-i">This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...</span>

<span class="mu-i">Long ago, the kingdom was blessed by a <span class="mu-s">Golden Power</span> handed down by the three great goddesses. It was a prosperous land of green forests, tall mountains, and many peaceful tribes of people.</span>

<span class="mu-i">But one day a terrible <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Demon</span></span> was loosed upon the realm by the mysterious <span class="mu-s">Shadow Tribe</span>. He dwelt atop an enormous <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Black Tower</span></span>, and wherever its shadow fell was consumed by impenetrable darkness...</span>

<span class="mu-i">The <span class="mu-s">Shadow Tribe's</span> sacred duty was to protect the <span class="mu-s">Golden Power</span> by guiding and defending the descendents of its chief inheritor. For their transgressions, the golden goddesses cursed them, and in their shame they repented.</span>

<span class="mu-i">One among their number rose to the challenge, and used <span class="mu-s">Shadow Magic</span> to pursue the <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Demon</span></span> to the top of his tower. This noble samurai warrior, clad all in white, was known across the land as the <span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">Hero of Shadows</span></span>, but his legend was forgotten by all after a short time, with only the survivors of his tribe preserving his story in secret.</span>

<span class="mu-i">When the <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Demon</span></span> was finally defeated by the <span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">Hero</span></span>, the <span class="mu-s">Seven Sages</span> combined their magic, and used a piece of the <span class="mu-s">Golden Power</span> to topple his tower and seal him away in a <span class="mu-s">Horned Statue</span>. The <span class="mu-s">Shadow Tribe</span> hid it inside their sacred <span class="mu-s">Temple</span>, so that he might never again endanger the realm...</span>

<span class="mu-i">Many ages passed, and the land would be imperiled by many <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Monsters</span></span> and powerful <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Demons</span></span> over time, yet always saved by other <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">Legendary Heroes</span></span> before all could be lost...</span>

<span class="mu-i">Eventually, a cruel and ruthless <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Warlord</span></span>, one of the three inheritors of the <span class="mu-s">Golden Power</span>, would seek to claim the other pieces for himself in order to seize the kingdom. Summoning an army of monsters and mercenaries, he began a campaign of conquest across the land. Far from where his war bands gathered, his servants would wake the ancient <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Shadow Demon</span></span> from within the <span class="mu-s">Temple</span>, hoping to enlist his wicked powers. They would be interrupted by a young man from the <span class="mu-s">Shadow Tribe</span>, undertaking the <span class="mu-s">Rite of Passage</span> of his eighteenth birthday. Unable to stop them, this lone warrior would survive to see the <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Black Tower</span></span> looming high above the kingdom once more... And the tale of what followed after is its own <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">Legend</span></span>... It is <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">The Legend of Zuzo</span></span>...</span>

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