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Legendary Weapon Riot Quest

What should the setting of this Quest be?

  • High Fantasy

    Votes: 16 55.2%

  • High Technology

    Votes: 2 6.9%

  • Magi-Tech

    Votes: 11 37.9%
  • Total voters
    29
  • Poll closed .
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[X] Melee
-[X] Mace

[X] Hey! I can think now! Cool!

Would it be too late to make it a Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans cross? Mace-chan deserves it.
 
What kind of weapons are allowed? I assume I can't be an Apache Helicopter, but can I get Tigris Prime from Warframe for example?

Ignore the question, I just saw how the votes in the poll are going.
 
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[X] Ranged
-[X] Bow

Custom order bow!

Well, I'm fine with any kind of bow. I'm not that picky.

[X] Let's ponder some things.
 
Well, looks like it's High Fantasy. I'll gather up the weapons/characters and start writing soon.
 
It is time to prance with a lance!

Not sure what I was thinking. There are no axes present. This must be rectified post-haste.

Looks like a nope. Prance with lance is a go!

[X] Melee
-[X] Lance
[X] Let's ponder some things.
 
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[X] Ranged
-[X] Crossbow
--[X] Write-in: With a long knife hidden in the shaft.

[X] Let's ponder some things.
 
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Shit has hit the fan
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    • In an abandoned building, located on the edge of a village, there stood a cache of weapons like no other. Weapons from ages past that have been used by heroes and villains alike. They have stood the test of time, coming and going as the ages required.

    However, today was the first day that many of them began to think. It is said that weapons that are old enough or powerful enough, can gain a form of sentience. Today was that day.

    Some, such as the four maces, were amazed by their new found consciousness. Now they could think about all of the things they could do!

    Like smash the skulls of giants!

    Or piercing a dragon with millions upon millions of arrows!

    Or wrapping someone up in string so taut that they burst!

    Others were a bit more tame in their revelation. They were legendary weapons after all. They had to act with a certain decorum.

    One greatsword thought about how its wielder needed to be a strong being, able to move freely even while swinging around the immense blade.

    A Crystal, used as a focus for spells, thought of how it could best turn its master's will into reality.

    A Tower Shield, leaning up against a decaying wall, thought about how sturdy it was. It was confident that the only thing that could possibly get through its metal was a demon's giant hammer. Two-handed. Being wielded by a giant stone demon.

    The rest of the armaments, however, thought of one thing and one thing only;

    Blood.

    They were tired of being cooped up in this rotting place for so long. They longed for the twang of metal on metal, the heat of the blood on their sides.

    They. Longed. For. Battle!

    The scythes wanted to feel flesh rent from bone as they cut a swath through enemy forces!

    The ballista wanted to watch griffons drop from the sky after being pierced by a massive bolt!

    And a crossbow, strings still taut despite the time, dreamed of watch ten demons fall flat from one bolt.

    Then there came the rather….unconventional weapons. These were a bit...different from the others in their first thoughts.

    A chakram, though aware of its new consciousness, didn't really think anything. It was aware it was now alive, but otherwise non-plussed. It was very happy to be with the other weapons though.

    A shield, firmly planted against the side of the tower shield, thought about how it has this in the bag! What exactly this metaphorical bag was, and what the shield had in it, was anyone's guess.

    Finally, of all the things to be considered legendary, or old enough to gain sentience…was a stick.

    Just a stick.

    When it awakened it wondered out loud, 'WHY THE HELL AM I A STICK!? WWWWWHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!'

    Truly a question for the Ages.

    Outside of the little hovel, sounds of conflict arose. The crackle of burning wood floated into the small cabin.

    Voices were next, "Stop them! They're going for the—"

    Rotted wood was smashed off its hinges by a young human man. Behind him, several other youths piled into the cottage going for the prone weapons.

    As they begin to near you, you…

    [] Emit an aura of malicious intent/good will
    [] Shake with excitement
    [] Do nothing, they'll probably grab you soon enough
    [] Write in...
     
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