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The World in 2020 is messy.
What is real and what isn't?
Who cares. Try to live.
When a child is born, the Nornir decide the exact moment of their death. There is nothing that can bring a man down if it is not his time to die and there is nothing that will save a man if it is his fated day.
Everything between now and then, however, is up to you and you alone.
So tell me, how will you shape your future?
Credit to @DeadmanwalkingXI for assisting with the logistical side of things.
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"I'm sorry," an older version of you said as he stabbed you with the Dagger of Time. "We need the paradox."
You have triggered with control over time and become Paradox. Can you survive long enough to complete the loop, or will you break it?
This is a Worm quest with the aesthetics of Prince of Persia: Sands of Time.
TBD
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You have been outlawed for a crime you did not commit. Clear your name or die trying.
(Summerfest '24 Storytelling Showdown Finalist)
NorseQuest: Collective Edition (NQCE) is an experimental riot-like quest heavily inspired by quests like Magna Graecia. In NQCE, a small fleet of Gutes fleeing the destruction of Gotland find themselves thrown significantly off-course by a freak, once-in-a-lifetime storm. Landing on the shores of a strange, foreign land, Grimfari Jarl (as played by me, I.F. Ister) leads his people (you, the playerbase) to build a new home in a far-off place.
Who will ascend to legend, their feats engraved...
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Play as a Viking as you raid and pillage across a High Fantasy Earth to gain fame and fortune.
You are all fractured minds from eons of torment, unleashed upon The City in a unique body. Figure out how to organize yourselves and achieve your goals of taking over The City from the false gods that rule it with impunity.
When the arthurian tales found in history books come to life with an extraterrestrial twist, one otherwise normal class of history students are all that stand between the myths they study and human civilization.
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Long long time ago, at the tail end of the Beginning. A being of great power stirs.
It's fate is yet decided, but it surely would be a great one equaling it's might considering the time it lived in.
As long as it manages to survive that is.
It is time. You have come of age. You are no longer a boy who can just continue to live as a member of your father's herd. It is time for your Wandering, a time in every male minotaur's life where they leave the protection of their father's horns and strike out for themselves in the wider world.
It is only after you have made a name for yourself, when the hills echo with the greatness of your deeds, that you will return to the rolling hills of your home, to one day form your own herd...
The conquered mourns -- the conqueror is undone.
-- Greek proverb
You followed your King to the ends of the earth.
But now your king is dead.
He has left his empire to the strongest.
A little quest about a fruit.
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As you slowly came to, you found yourself on a hospital bed, with you the only person in this...
Not everything in the world is as it seems, as a group of friends are about to find out after being dragged into a battle that will decide with the fate of the world as they know it.
You are a Demigod, born in the modern world, same as much of your kin and contemporaries. You are here to save and punish the masses; slaying or taming monsters, titanspawn, or Man himself. You are here to guide and teach people how to survive in a world desperate to drive off a cliff; in the process get them to rekindle or continue respecting the Gods above. In fact, you might have been sent to the world below act as a champion and help win the second Titanomachy.
Deal with your and rivals...
Play as the First Titan as you and your eventual family shape the newborn world.
Captured by fearsome warriors from the far north, brought to their city and clasped in irons, your life is no longer your own. Here in these lands, only strength and guile count. Mighty warriors seek to claim glory while clans plot against each other in age old games of power and wealth, while mysterious priests meddle in the affairs of gods and men in equal measure. Can you survive in this hostile and foreign land? Will you win your freedom and return to your home?
In ancient times, great heroes of a superhuman race set the stage for all that Mankind holds dear.
Welcome to Ravanayana. This is an Aberrant/Exalted quest set in a heavily modified version of the Heaven’s Reach shard. For those of you to whom this means nothing, it’s basically Hindu Myth in Space. It is a continuation of Ravana Quest, with most of the mechanics ripped out and simplified in the name of my sanity. Ravana Quest can be found here, and while it may help to read it you should, hopefully, be able to just jump in.
You are Ravana, named after the Rakshasa from the Ramayana. You...
The sun is dying, dying like you. Slowly ascending, it looks more like it’s descending to you...
Of the ruined halls of the Velingas I sing. Oh muses of air and earth, keeps of the wit of poets...
Some things in this world are beyond human reasoning. They are unknowable... Unnamed. As it...
Prologue
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and...
Strange Tides
Many things have the Helens been, children of the gods under the gaze of...
The Gods and Goddesses of old still exist on this Earth. They may have nowhere near the numbers...
It was time, like every forty years, to call for the council of Gods. By order of Zeus, king of...
Μῆνιν ἄειδε, θεά, Πηληϊάδεω Ἀχιλῆος
οὐλομένην, ἣ μυρί᾽ Ἀχαιοῖς ἄλγε᾽ ἔθηκε,
πολλὰς δ᾽ ἰφθίμους...
The ghost of a Knight clad in gleaming white armour hovered above a bloody warfield, now...