With the majority of the Seventh Universe united under the banner of the PTO, Emperor Cooler at its head, the universe has known a time of unrivaled peace. But in the shadows threats have been growing, nursing grudges against the PTO and the Saiyan race in particular. And now those threats are rising, stepping out of the shadows to openly challenge the established order. Seeking nothing short of the destruction of New Salda and the extinction of the entire Saiyan race, can you prevent this outcome? Or will the Saiyan race be reduced to nothing more than memories, their heroes nothing more than ink in the pages of the history books?
You the players will (most often) control Karn; wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul and hope of the entire PTO, not only the Saiyan race. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has grown in power and skill, overcoming the world-ending threats that have come for the Saiyans to become the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759. From the massive Covenant empire to demonic incursions, mad cultists to vengeful gods, none have been strong or clever enough to put down Karn for good. But will one man's power be enough to protect everyone from the rising threats? Or will death come from those who you least expect it from? Your choices may mean the difference between survival and extinction, so choose carefully.
Quest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted): >30 minute vote times >Pick ONLY ONE option when voting >Dice rolls are all best of first three correctly-rolled dice >One dice roll per person per post unless three players have not yet rolled, and ten minutes has passed since your previous roll >Crits are 100 on a d100(a 99 or paired rolls may net you an extra bonus) >Crit fails are a 1/100 with no passing rolls, or if two 1s are rolled regardless of the third >Write-ins are both allowed and encouraged, but OOC options will be ignored >If your goal is simply to troll, at least put in enough effort to make it funny >Have fun
SCQ will usually start on Saturdays at noon Eastern Standard Time, and run throughout the weekend. Also, for updates or schedule changes you can find me on twitter @GrandDragonQM, which I keep as up to date with any scheduling changes as soon as possible.
The throne room shakes with the sound of collapsing stone. Smoke billows through shattered windows. Screams echo from below as the undead breach the final gates. You stand beside your father—the last King of the Ancient Flame—his silver beard stained with blood, his armor scorched, yet his eyes burning with defiance.
Behind you, the court magician’s lifeless body lies crumpled before the glowing portal he conjured. The magic surges violently, wild and unstable. Sparks crackle across the arch as if the heavens themselves resist this desperate escape.
Your father turns to you, grim and proud. "I’ll hold them back with the last of my knights. My daughter, our legacy must live on. Go through the portal into another world, take our people, our hope—take the seed of our flame. The prophecy says only one of our line can stop the Lich King forever. It must be you."
His voice lowers. "Choose wisely who you take. The portal will seal forever after the hundredth soul passes through."
You hesitate only for a breath, then turn to the frightened crowd gathered behind you in the war-scarred hall—Courtiers with their silks stained in soot, Scribes clutching scrolls, wide-eyed Pages no older than twelve, weary Servants, and hardened Tradespeople who once filled the castle with goods and crafts.
The future of your people—of the world—now rests in your hands.
Choose who to take with you. You may bring up to 99 others.
State how many Courtiers you will bring (nobles, advisors, high-born figures), how many Scribes (keepers of knowledge, historians, magicians-in-training), how many Pages (youthful attendants, potential squires or apprentices), how many Servants (cooks, cleaners, caretakers), and how many Tradespeople (blacksmiths, carpenters, farmers, hunters, and other skilled workers). If you wish, specify the gender of each group.
You resume your journey as Courier 6, heading up the fractured region of the Mojave.
‘Hail the Courier! Rejecting Caesar, House and the NCR, the Courier has used Yes Man to rule New Vegas, putting the Mojave itself under your watchful rule. You've thrown General Oliver himself from Hoover Dam, and sent Legatus Lanius to retreat with your wit and tact. Mighty and strong, you set out to establish this new wasteland experiment.
The first weeks of your rule have been dealing with unruly NCR companies, a medical crisis and looming starvation for all of Freeside. There are increasing bandit attacks across all of the Mojave with the evacuation of NCR forces and a consolidation of Securitrons around New Vegas.
But all is not despair. The Courier, with assistance from his loyal companions, managed to swiftly cut the head off of the Fiend snake, killing Motor Runner and his lieutenants, sealing up Vault 3 in the process.
A provisional council has also been formed, pulling the most competent and loyal from the Courier’s social circle to create the beginnings of an actual government.
While the food shortage is daunting and there is much to be done, the Courier is beginning to get his arms around this governing business. The immediate crisis has passed, now it’s a long road until the Mojave can rival the Bear and the Bull.’
It's not easy exactly being a saiyan, especially what is called a low-class child. You were just sent out to another strange world far from that you called home and had to deal with both weird water and some big monster that you just barely managed to beat. Even now you're still feeling a lot of hurt over most of your body. Especially your legs. Ah yeah. Now. There's this tall but thin man with short but smooth flowing black hair that apparently took you into whatever this weird brown place inside is. Sitting on some kind of weird 4-legged thing that on second look actually looks like it was made for sitting? He's not gotten up yet but is looking right at you with a pointed finger and speaking in gibberish that you can't-
The sun just barely shines through the thickness of the sheets, draped across your bedroom windows. It's bright enough to still get a stir out of you though. You wake up, wiping your tired looking, black rimmed eyes. Another all-nighter again, huh? Who are you kidding, most nights are.
When you think back on everything, your life that is. You have trouble placing where it may have gone all wrong. Where, and how did you fuck everything up so bad? You try, and try, to get an idea. That's when it finally hits you.
>It's just kind of always been this way for me.
>I did a horribly embarrassing thing a long time ago, my reputation hasn't recovered since.
>I committed a serious crime. I spent a long time in jail, things are very different now that you're out.
The scent of burning timber, the smell of burning iron. The traitorous scent of rebellion steep within the night air. The acolytes warned them to pay tribute, and make way for your arrival. But it seems this backwater village, Trenton... It knows not its place in the world.
The wind bristles through your plumage, tickling you, as you can hardly contain an overwhelming glee. It is oft considered a waste of labor to devour the apes. Poorly sporting. But tonight is different. As the wintery breath of decay looms on your breath ready to melt death upon them, you wonder if complete annihilation would be perhaps too uncharitable? You can see every moving deer in the forest, every bear, and wolf so tiny, you could snatch and eat them all, but nay they are but trifling morsels.
As you loom above Trenton, you see the log walls, dotted with archers along its battlements. The town beyond though muchly unguarded and sleeping. --- ---
1) Breathe the white breath of decay along the walls and lay death upon them, wreak devastation the likes of which will live on in their hearts for the rest of their tiny trembling lives
2) Infiltrate as a human, and meet with the arrogant leader of Trenton, all the better to catch them unawares, and learn greater of their treacherous deeds.
> Taking Requests Doubles get to: - create a character - request a return character - describe next scenario - change roleplaying system (currently D&D 5e)
> Rolls are [ON] Doubles: - describe next scenario - modify a character - create a character - replace character in the party
Trips: - change roleplaying system (currently D&D 5e)
Anyone can: - ask a character a question just start your reply with their name: > "Adeline, under whom did you train to become a Fae-bane Ranger..." - request to view a character's sheet
> ...Loading Scenario... > ... No scenario detected... Generating Scenario #001... > Scenario #001 --- >> Current Party: Tarnok Doomgut, Brother Myrrh, Caspian Vell, Elaris... >> Current System: D&D 5e > BEGIN Scenario...
You are Uzumaki Naori, and first and foremost you are the great sage of the Shrike clan with all the myriad responsibilities that involves. Second, and most importantly to you on a personal level, you are a spouse and a parent to two young shinobi to whom to intend to entrust the world one day. Third, you are the chosen leader of Amegakure – the village where your own parents once lived, where you grew up, and where you met and trained with your mentors. Considering yourself to be a “human” in addition to this list of qualities was never something you felt necessary, despite the outlandishness of your power.
After today, you may need to rethink that position.
Several years ago you encountered Ōtsutsuki Kaguya, a being of immense power who despite not truly being a “god” comes as close to deserving the title as any living being you’re aware of. She is the source of all humanity’s ability to use chakra, and once was alternately worshiped as a goddess and feared as a demon-princess. Before being sealed into the second moon which now hangs in the sky, you know that Kaguya-hime did something to you. She left you with a gift of sorts, in the form of an eye whose function is to streamline the result of a lifetime of chance encounters and several lifetimes of eugenics.
Your ‘jōgan’ does a few things, in practical day to day terms. Of course it lets you see things in ways normal people can’t, and precision details far beyond the human norm are just the start. You can see into the infrared spectrum – in essence, ‘heat vision’ – and even into the ultraviolet spectrum like birds and butterflies. While most shinobi can sense chakra to at least some extent, you can actually visualize it at a level of precision and detail that would let you use the Hyūga clan’s ‘gentle fist’ technique if you had a reason to. And much like what Kaguya-hime could do, you’re able to use your jōgan to release chakra in destructive pulses of pure force.
But Kaguya-hime’s spirit, for lack of a better word to call what you spoke with at the climax of the last great Shinobi World War, had to make a few tweaks to get that jōgan to work for you. You always thought she was changing the genetics of the eye, but it seems now that you were mistaken. Instead, it’s started to seem as if she changed the genetic structure of your own body to allow for you to use the eye, which has had some knock-on effects.
“Well,” Eida, an ‘experiment’ conducted by the man who sounds like the brains behind the terrorist organization Kara, muses. “It’s hardly my business.
She couldn’t be more wrong. Her hypnotic ability is something that needs to be addressed sooner or later, so in any event she’s kidding herself if she thinks you’re just gonna wander off.
“I’m not sure that’s true,” you observe, in light of your recent realizations. In fact, it would be more accurate to say you’re sure it isn’t true.
