The Great War never ended. Its relentless grind stretches across generations, a cancerous conflict that has consumed the world and left an indelible scar upon the very earth itself.

This is a perpetual struggle for dominance, fought on a scale unheard of in human history. Nations and Empires, once vibrant and hopeful, now stand as hollowed-out titans, their vast armies clashing across ravaged continents. At the heart of every bloody front stand the Shells, armored colossi of steel and fire, each a gargantuan testament to a nations might. These iron behemoths rampage across battlefields the world over, carving the very landscape with cannon, blade and armored fist. They are the ultimate arbiters of this endless war, engines of unparalleled destruction reshaping the very landscape with every brutal engagement.

From the soot-choked fortress cities of western Europe to the grinding quagmire of the Eastern Front, from the frozen wastes of the Siberian Offensive to the sun blasted hellscape of North Africa. A cycle of relentless offensives and desperate defenses, where technology, honed into instruments of unprecedented devastation, serves only to prolong the agony.

This is a world where heroism is measured in inches of blood-soaked ground gained and untold thousands of lives brutally spent. Where every breath is tinged with the dust of millions long dead and the acrid stench of battle. Where the future is not a promise, but a continued, agonizing fight for survival. There is no end in sight, only an unceasing march towards an uncertain, yet undoubtedly brutal, tomorrow.

Welcome to the front line soldier.

>You awaken in....

>A crowded troop transport, the airship lurching in the wind as it comes in for a landing. Thank God, you're airsick (USA)

>Slouched against a crumbling bunker wall, the distant rumble of artillery fire making the rubble shiver (French)

>Sleep? You weren't sleeping. You were resting your eyes for a moment. It's almost time for tea after all (British)

>Rolling out of your bunk, deep beneath the secure walls of an artillery fortress. Awake awake, the Kaiser calls. (German)

>Sleep? Czars balls you haven't slept in days. It's too cold to sleep. Besides, the sirens are going off again the(Russian)

Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.
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>>6213393

>What is a quest?
An interactive story in which a Quest Master (QM) writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed — similar to a choose-your-own-adventure book or an old text adventure

Questionably Useful links:
>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/dZavHuK
>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU
>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/v55Xaaja
>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:
https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXf
Badly in need of renovation.

>Archiving guide:
Go to http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/requestqstinterface.html
Fill out the request form to archive a thread.
Threads are also automatically archived by other websites, such as archived.moe.

>Formatting guide:
Only the thread's OP can format. Note that should the OP change ID, they will lose this ability as well.
Remove the spaces between the [] brackets and the letters:
Bold: <span class="mu-s">text</span>
Italics: <span class="mu-i">text</span>
Red: [ red ] <span class="mu-r">text</span> [ /red ]
Blue: [ blue ] <span class="mu-b">text</span> [ /blue ]
Green: [ green] <span class="mu-g">text</span> [ /green ]

>Formatting guide for everyone:
Dice (type this in “options”): dice + [no. of dice]d[no. of sides on the dice] (optionally you can add modifiers: dice + [no. of dice]d[no. of sides on the dice]+[modifier]; for a negative modifier type: +-[modifier]

Examples: dice+1d100 = a 1d100 roll, dice+1d100+10 = a 1d100 roll with a +10 modifier.

Spoiler: spoiler or by pressing alt+s in-thread (doesn't work in OP)

>QM question:
What are some inspirations for your quests? Both quests and non-quests.

>Player question:
Pitch a quest, be it one you want to run or one you want to see run but don't have the time/confidence to run (if it's the latter then just run it, it can't hurt). If you don't have an idea for a full quest, then how would you change one you've read/are reading?

>General question:
What did you do during 4chan's downtime? Did you go to another site to get your questing fix or just wait it out? Have you expanded your quest reading to other sites since, or are you /qst/ only?

>Lurker question:
Do you feel more or less confident to post now, after all the dirty laundry has been aired out and the timer decreased? You should still vote btw, unless you're posting from a mobile IP or something and have an excuse.

>Miscellaneous question:
What other boards do you frequent? What boards (besides /qst/) do you wish had more traffic? If you could make a board, what would it be?

Pick race and location.

You are a human tribe a few years into discovering and practicing agriculture. Choose your starting location.

>A valley snuggled between two mountain ranges a large river is fed by the tears of the mountains. Bountiful game, plants, and lumber can be found in the forests. Massive land migrations are funneled by the mountains. Technolgy: Agriculture I Resources: Game: V Wild Plants: III Lumber: V Tamable Animals I

>A dry hot desert pressed against the ocean a grand river feeds it every few moon the river's belly swells flooding the plains where your crops rest. Most game is in the river and hostile defending their territory, yet they have to where to retreat the desert is too harsh and they don't seem to like the ocean. The river is fed by large mountains. Technolgy: Agriculture IV Resources: Game II Wild Plants I Lumber: II Tamable Animals IV

>A jungle with many rivers, mountains are scattered and thick with life plant and animals, full of bounty. It rains almost constantly is some parts of the forest. Many dangers lurk in the brush maneaters, bugs can suck the life out of a man before you could count a moon. Technolgy: Agriculture II Carpentry II Resources Game III Wild Plants V Lumber V Tamable Animals II

>Write in

After you people settled you were blessed by the constellation you live under.

>The embrace of the mother. Your children are born with more vigor, and twins are common. Remedies and treatment by women are more effective. Health II Population Growth II Medicine I

>The strength of the pack. Your men have grown stronger and faster they always almost bring back large game after hunts. Camouflage II Spear Doctrine II Tracking I

>The luck of the hare. Lucky smiles on your people. Once a year you store a 1d10 to add to non-combat rolls. Standard rolls will be 1d100 for your tribes' actions. This luck can be stored to roll multiple d10s on one action. You decide to use the luck after the roll has been rolled.

>Write in

You are <span class="mu-s">Nicole Smith.</span>
You're in the final frontier of your story. You're about to fight one of the four CEOs of the STILLE DAG ORGANIZATION.

The organization that has been pestering you for the last month. The organization that wishes to reclaim its old spot as B-Corp by any means necessary.
The organization that threatens the people you care about.

Let's cut to the chase, okay? We all know why we're here.

ARCHIVE: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cleaner
MAIN CHARACTER SHEET: https://pastebin.com/3y638TfK
YOUR SQUAD: https://pastebin.com/iuaajHP0
THE OTHER SQUADS: https://pastebin.com/te2Y73Bx, https://pastebin.com/7G7zN51n, https://pastebin.com/N0AEBBFF, https://pastebin.com/75eDGWXg
INVENTORY: https://pastebin.com/n0MH6M17

Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Disappearing%20Hogwarts

Character Sheets: https://pastebin.com/VNSkfRge

Twitter: https://twitter.com/head_qm

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In the last thread, you:

> Got laid

> Saw Atlantis and its reflections return from the Darkness Beyond Time

> Discovered only children can pass through its borders and led a child army into it

> Discovered the truth about the Mirror of Erised

> Watched as the Unseelie were released upon the world

> Learned of what Salazar and the Beast were really looking for in Atlantis, the Cradle of Magic beneath the city, which can turn someone into something akin to a god

> Learned Potter is planning to create a True Time-turner, and leave this timeline for good

> Had your girlfriend tell you she’s prophesied to sacrifice herself to save the world

> Asked her to marry you

> Received the Mirror of Erised, the Deathly Hallows and every other weapon Hermione Granger could give you

> And while the world outside was devoured by horrors of old, you strode off to fight Harry Potter

And now…

Do anyone remaind this? My friend and I saw a video about this and now we’re really into this topic. Will it be a lose of time to try to descifrate this?

QM finally understands how to run a fucking quest edition.
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Read here to see where we last were.
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/5707323/#q5710166
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You are SPINEL. It is 2009.
Last we saw you, you were waiting for your BOYFRIEND, Anon. Anon says he doesn't want to talk to you, but he's just being CRAZY.
You last spoke with THE BLUE WHORE LAPIS and the skuzzball PERIDOT.
CURRENT CHOICES;
>Dig a hole and bury yourself in it.
>Look for technology left behind by Pink Diamond

‘Patmo-Shoka’.

That was what the facility was called, once. That was long ago though: before the War of Elves and Dragons; before the dawn of Man…

Certainly before the advent of the races of Dwarf, Gnome, or Halfling, who were born there.

In the aeons of conflict since, the facility was lost and forgotten, becoming simply one more hillock among the many such sch hills which rise up from the Steelwood region and roll, like ocean waves, into the so-called Orcwilds of the far northeast. For centuries, maybe millennia, it sat dormant, save for the mechanical and repetitious movements of it magically-animated, mindless maintenance staff: the last remnants of the mysterious race which predated and produced those Little Folk of the world above.

And then, the Ettercap found it. That Unseelie Fey renegade, rebel against her creators, took shelter in the buried pyramid of Patmo-Shoka, and there discovered ‘the forge’: a magical device of great size and power, which could be used to reshape a living creature’s mind and body. In her deranged loneliness, the dark fairy did just that, but not to fix her own twisted form; rather, she kidnapped the children of the neighbouring Men, Elves, and Orcs, to create a family she could otherwise never have, in the form of a horde of purple-skinned and arachnid-faced monsters and a grove of horticultural horrors.

And then <span class="mu-r">you</span>—both of <span class="mu-g">you</span>—found her. Together with your ‘Monstrous Regiment’ of fellow adventurers, who invade the Unseelie’s stronghold, freed its long-sleeping defenders, slaughtered the deformed fairy ‘foundlings’, and captured Patmo-Shoka for your own.

The golden petals of many sun kissed flowers coat the stone pathways stretching for miles towards the Kingdom of Glengarrow. Many watchtowers and warrior lodgings posted along the way and throughout the outer town bustle with activity, today is the day that King Theo 'The Vulture' Helmson and his wife welcome their child to the world. The much sought after land that inhabits and grounds this very kingdom has gone through decades of war with various kingdoms. It's only the past few years that peace had been established and the area was allowed to rebuild under the iron fist of King Theo's rule and the brutal tactics that brought his dynasty victory over the other houses.

Many vines dance and are spread across the protective walls surrounding the kingdom and it's bustling town. Inside the white, stony castle walls, the Queen pushes intensely and screams out in frustration. Stains of her own blood soak the royal bedsheets as the Kingdom's best doctors and scholars work away at ensuring the soon to be newborn's safe delivery.

"Gods be praised! My lord, your babe begins to crown!" One of the gathered helpers tells King Theo.

Urgently the king gets up from his seat, intently watching as you very slowly make your first appearance outside your mothers womb. Your father's long, black hair is slick with sweat, his brow is furrowed, the stress of this hours long delivery keeping him on the edge of his toes.

Slowly and safely as possible, the medical practitioners very cautiously handle your naked body as the final preparations are made in the background of the torchlit room for your birth.

With a high pitched scream you announce your newly borned presence to this world. King Theo, your father is the first one to hold your body, now wrapped in the soothing and comfortable silk garments provided by the esteemed academics who helped delivered you. Your father passes you to your mother, Queen Ilyana Helmson.

"Theo, my love... the babes eyes are as light and blue as our crest." She says, a smile cracking across her face and resting you on top of her bosom as she lays back.

"My lord, congratulations on the birth of your son," the doctor says, drawing a fist and holding it to their own chest. "As is the custom of these lands, and just as your father had done for you. It's time to name the boy." He finishes.

King Theo grasps and rubs at his own chiseled jawline in thought..

>What is your name?