The Monster Continent. A land discovered quite by accident by captain Velveto decades ago. It is home to hundreds of different kinds of monsters, maybe thousands! Some old scrolls mention this land, saying an ancient god of Dreams lies sleeping there, somewhere at the bottom of a gigantic dungeon. The creatures above him become the monsters he dreams about.
You came to the monster continent aboard Captain Klein's ship. He leaves you in the harbor of Velvetia with warning: "Don't stray too far from the city. The monsters further inland are far more dangerous."
Does anybody else remember this quest? I always thought it was one of the best concepts for a game and was disappointed that it petered out and didn't have a new beginning. I wish I were talented enough to DM it myself but want to put it out into the qst-mind again.
The core idea of the pc adding unlimited stats/feats/traits from the creatures it consumes is fantastic.
The winds blow hard across Ger IV, rolling aside the small stones that cover its dry plains and sending chunks of scrap metal tumbling across the dark dirt. The sky glows with the iridescent swirls of a warp storm, its dancing clouds gently descending to kiss the earth or scar it with the explosive touch of celestial lightning. The colorful display dances across the scarred and blackened pieces of a Battle Barge, the broken metal groaning as the gusts buffet its battered hide. In the shadow of this wreck a solitary figure stands, his armor warped and broken, black blood slowly oozing out, he is…
>Decarn Hexan, last of the Galvanized Brethren (Iron Hand successors) >Tiber Castellan, last of the Lances of Sol (Imperial Fists successors) >Munkh Sargat, last of the Interdictors (White Scar successors) >Zuhn Bellator, last of the Glaives of the Emperor (Ultramarine successors) >Write-in
(For the write-in I'd only need a name, parent chapter, and general idea of a chapter badge.)
As an open question while I wait for votes, is there any peculiar parts of 40,000 that you would want to see explored? While the story will loosely keep to 3rd-5th edition content, I'm open to incorporating or modifying other parts of the franchise or fanon and fitting them in.
You are Drusila the Archmage. You enjoy a good reputation in the kingdom, living in the spire palace surrounded by the garden of white acacias, a retreat for tired souls. In actuality, it is the center of your spy network. People from all walks of life come here to meet from all over the kingdom and beyond, and the entire place is warded against external scrying while at the same time monitored by your petal elementals, who dutifuly record everything in thin acacia paper in the archives underneath your palace. Every morning and every night they give you a report on what is going on in the kingdom. One night, you receive a report that a group called "The Red Hand" discovered a way to summon a demon lord. Intrigued, you decide to research further. An old acquaintance of yours, a mage by name or Zerlok, who adventured alongside you briefly in your early days, seems to be responsible for the attempt. You believe they are going to attempt the summoning in a few short months and have mobilized massive resources in order to do so!
Your first and most important decision is this: will you help Zerlok summon the demon lord or attempt to stop him?
> Help Zerlok summon the Demon Lord > Attempt to stop Zerlok > Stay out of this > Write in
Your dreams of getting a harem in another world have finally come true.
A bunch of hot women pampered you all thanks to getting hit by a truck. The crown jewel of your harem was a cute goddess that always stood by your side. She, along with six other consentual slaves, were your wives and soon to be mothers of your children.
You were called a few things — Mr. Doe, Savant Lord, the Master, Lord of Heaven's Landing — but your actual name, John Doe, was what most knew you by. It was a cliche and predictable name, like nearly everything else in this world.
And that was just the way you liked it.
But that's besides the point.
After spending more than a week in Centria buying property, filling out paperwork, and setting up a bounty against a murderer, you've finally returned home.
It took five hour flight inside <span class="mu-i">The Vixen's Luck</span>, causing the night to have long since covered all of Heaven's Landing, which was what you recently renamed your estate. A positive was that you've managed to avoid any pirate ships, safely returning with all of your wives and ghost.
Despite how long it took, nobody was demoralized.
"It's good to be at our love nest again, Master!" Herta said, giving you a small smirk.
"Funny how you're the one that's calling it that." You reply as you step down from the airship.
Herta, the goddess that created the world, managed to be a smug and arrogant masochist. Once a known as a virgin goddess, she would soon become the proud mother of your twins: A fact that placated one of her deeper fetishes.
"That's pretty much what it's called, guv." Cattleya said with a meow. The near-amazonian catwoman took a good look at the place that she now called home, frowning as she set her eyes on the cheese cave by the cresting hill— the place where she was nearly condemned to become a goblin brood mother. She turned back to you. "It's your land now, guv. An' no one else'll stake a claim on it now."
"Well said, Cat." A smoky contralto following Ruby Rose's words as she elegantly set foot onto the ground. "My gallant Master has already prepared in advance a million plans for any eventuality. Our successes in Centria are a testament to his schemes, fufufu~"
"Nevertheless we must always remain vigilant." Gerty said in a confident voice, the very image of a Holy Knight. "There are vultures gathering around us—Rostchilde and Forthwythe doubtlessly know of this place now."
"I think we have a bit of time left." Mel, ever cheerful and optimistic, saw the best case scenario. However, that was not to say she was uncritical— Mel was easily the most intuitive of your wives, thanks to her class as a beguiler, her fairy lineage, and her personality.
"Does it matter? Like, Master is totally gonna beat them up if they even look at us the wrong way." Bertha, on the other hand, was in many ways the opposite. Though she had a simple mind she more than made up for it with her devotion and raw strength.
Last time you were a small time thief. You did the best you could to rise with the hand dealt to you, but you were too dumb to learn magic.
So all you did was steal as much gold as you could and stash it all away.
Who knows, maybe it will come handy?
But this time around you're aiming big. You want to gather enough essence to be born at least an Elemental Scion.
Though the fuckers do gatekeep hard.
Once you were one of them. In your first life. But you figured you wouldn't have enough time to complete the great work.
So you bound your soul to a soulstone and hid it in the ethereal plane.
Whenever you die, your soul is pulled away from the afterlife towards the soulstone.
After awhile, you regain your consciousness.
Then you need only traverse the endless expanses of the ethereal plane to gather enough essence, wait until a stillborn baby's soul leaves a free body for you, then you can incarnate again.
The thing is, in here, you gotta get creative to find yourself some essence. There is a lot, but it is always hidden, protected or some kind of trap to eat YOUR essence.
Where are you going to gather some essence?
> The Essence Mine. Ran by chained specters working for some lich, they recruit anyone capable of mining essence from raw emotional geodes they pull from the material plane using a stable warp portal. Very fancy stuff. They charge 50% of all the essence you can mine. Sometimes other miners try to steal your essence. The safest option. The only problem is that it takes FOREVER. And who wants to work all day forever? You will be born incredibly lazy. > The Debt Collector. You... er... kinda of owe a lot of essence to some shady shades from the shadow dimension. You could always try to get a little bit more essence squeeze out of them. Even if they don't lend you any essence, they could have a good idea of how to get some. The danger is they might trap you into a Pain Crystal for all eternity for being such a bad debtor. Pain essence, you heard, is almost as good as actual essence. But it is useless to you. Once they release you, it is game on again! You will be born cold and psychopathic. > The Ethereal Beast. A colossal, invisible leviathan glides through the endless ethereal skies. It feeds on residual essence, like a whale feeds on krill. Lots of creatures drift near it to eat its droppings. After a few eternities of eating leviathan shit, you might be able to get enough essence. The problem is there are competitors, even for eating shit. You will be born very beautiful though. Maybe with a propensity for coprofagia. > The Gate of Neverborn. A locked gate leads to where all the unborn ideas live adrift. Sometimes, a little scrap of Pure Potential escapes. Over many eternities, you may be able to gather enough essence. But you'll be reborn with a mind full of stolen dreams, yearning to be accomplished. That can be dangerous. > Write in (come up with ways to get essence, and a trait)
In the gentle aureate glow of the evening's final hour, you partake in that which you have wrought with your own two hands, shared with the one who means the world and more to you. The bustle of city life steadily gives way to the quiet of night, settling in the elder wood of the mansion. It is as though time stands still in this place of peace and golden light. For the very first time in all of your centuries, you feel truly at peace. Staring into the cyan pools that are Amaranth's eyes, you giggle like a girl, unable to control yourself. He too giggles in turn.
Trying to strike up a conversation, you bring up a topic that has kept you wondering for quite some time. "What have you found out about the mythal of the ruin?" You inquire, brushing your foot up against his leg. The magician chuckles, shaking his head in mock-disapproval. "You want to discuss my work at dinner? Although our findings have been quite fascinating. Lael and I have been deciphering the Dethek runes with Dulnur's help, and the history of that place is rather compelling," he begins.
Though dwarven methods of recording the date make it impossible to determine the exact year, millennia before these lands known as the Silver Marches were settled by humans, Tel'Quessir - that is, what the darthiir call themselves - and dwarvenkind inhabited the region as neighbors. From what the three have been able to infer, both realms found themselves facing up against an existential threat in the form of orcish aggression.
Below is a simple summary of our adventure so far and the next few messages will also be information gained during the previous thread before I open things properly.
You are Rey Vesperus, half-elven daughter to a Cleric of the Path and a lady ranger, apprentice to your mother's trade, and newly adoptive mother? Caretaker? To a strange lifeform.
Your new hometown is an interesting place. While you made friends with an (apprentice) doctor, your father got into a fight and brought a pair of monsters home who might become your family's responsibility since they have nowhere else to go.
You've shaken hands with the heir of Eichenwald (your new home city) in the hope of building a genuine friendship with the young man despite his bad reputation. His influence should at least help handle the problems of the Mamono village... If you choose to get involved. He left you with an overall good impression despite his bad reputation.
And now you've met the youngest daughter of Mother Earth, Nyct. You learned your soul has been reincarnated from a victim of antiquity, molded by the hands of Mother Earth herself. You also assumed the responsibility of adopting a new lifeform, a dear companion of your past life.
Your name is Aspen James Foster. For the past 98 days, you have been the President of the United States. It is not a fair world. If it were, you wouldn’t be sitting in the Oval at all. Your largest concerns would be about funding for whichever national parks are not receiving enough tourists. But it’s not a fair world. Just a few bombs in the Capitol building promoted you from a nobody Secretary of the Interior to the most powerful man in the free world. Now your priorities are keeping the country running, managing a half-empty Congress, handling multiple constitutional controversies and (most notably) fighting a war against the organization that caused this turmoil. All of this while trying to secure a full term in the White House in your own right.
You are currently on a flight to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. There you will make your case to bring more nation states on to join the coalition against this terrorist group.
“Bobby, was it?”
“Huh? Oh, uh…yes, Mr. President.”
“Please, just Foster.”
You gesture to your assistant. Well, one of your assistants. He’s a new member of your staff, and that’s about all you know.
“We’re about to land. Can you give me a recap on the situation?”
“I can, sir- Sorry, I mean Foster.”
Bobby places the binder in his hand onto your desk, flipping through the pages.
“On January 24th 2012, the terrorist group Mujahideen for the Sake of God—MFSA for short detonated a series of specifically placed bombs in the Capitol building. The operation was orchestrated by the head of the MFSA, Rajab al-Hai. al-Hai utilized insider c-”
You raise your hand for Bobby to stop.
“Alright, I know all this. What’s next?”
“Uhm…right, yeah. Let’s see…”
The kid flips through the pages in his binder. You sigh.
“Ah! Okay, here we are. Ever since Operation Judgement Day had begun—that’s the name of the war, by the way.”
You rub your temple, ducking your face down into your lap. Does this kid not realize that you’re the one who made that name? Hell, does he not realize you’re the one that was involved in a lot of these developments? You think to yourself while the boy continues rambling that this should be obvious.
“Ever since Operation Judgement Day, the MFSA has been making extreme gains in Iraq to the point that the Iraqi government has all but collapsed, leaving them to fill the vacuum. Currently, our coalition consists of NATO and Saudi Arabia, and now we’re-”
You raise your hand to stop him again.
“Just…just tell me who’s all attending.”
“R-Right.”
Bobby flips through the binders. A drop of sweat trickles down his forehead.
“Aside from the heads of state from Turkey and Saudi Arabia, both of whom are already allied with us in this conflict, six other nation’s representatives will be attending. The list is as follows: Egypt, Israel, Jordan, Syria, Kuwait and Iran.”
