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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
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Fabled Ranger said:
Would killing that bone reaper count as an upgrade then:V
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...Sure, why not?

However, in the interest of fairness, both of the shields gain extra toughness for blocking and deflecting the scythe. While the Clockwork Rifle, and Bows get bonuses to fighting Bone Reapers.

Oh yes, which reminds me. I should probably talk about Omakes and rolling.

Since they will inevitably happen, here are the only rules:

1. Once the village has been saved, I will be rolling d100s for all encounters/actions had by the group. Anyone can make an Omake about themselves or others if they would like to.

2. You can write as many Omakes as you want, but only the first 3 will add bonus dice to the roll for encounters/actions.

3. Higher numbers are better.

Thats about it.
 
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Beacon of Cerulean: Shield of the Nation

Some weapons are made great - some are made by gods, some from bones of fearsome beasts and some from great sacrifice.

I started my life as piece of wood and fabric strung together, a banner unworthy of a lord, let alone a king. Made by last survivor of village raided by orcs, i was given to an empress as dying gift. It was i who steeled his resolve and it was i who made her never bend, never break, as she strode through unending darkness.

In every fight we were outnumbered, by orcs and goblins, trolls and giants and other monsters, old horrors that were long forgotten by the race of men. Every fight was impossible, and yet we endured through twenty bloody years, soaking the lands with blood of brave men and terrible beasts. Steel may break, muscle may tear and magic may falter, but iron will to survive would never waver as long as banner stood high, as long as Empress charged forward. It was that faith in me, faith of countless soldiers that as long as i stand they will win, that made me, me.

And as it was, we won. The endless terror ended, as Empress killed the Overlord as his Fortress crumbled around them. And yet, she was spent, exhausted and wounded from that terrible battle. With her dying breath she instructed her trusted lieutenants to carry me away, to reforge me, to make a symbol out of me. And so they did. Wizards of Imperial palace weaved their spells, transforming my physical body, wood and wool, into the shape of a shield. I was revered for the centuries to come, and from that my power grew. I was long since forgot defeat as any enemy crumbled before army enhanced by me.

But everything has to come to an end. For all my power in the field of battle, i was still but a shield. An enemy kingdom sent out a force - not a first one and it wouldn't be the last, but it was one that succeeded. A hundred of assassins and spies were sent; fifty were caught as they were traveling and forty were caught inside the city. Ten found their way into Imperial palace; nine died against valor men and woman guarding me, but one managed to snatch me, to take me away. Knowing that he wouldn't get far, he wrapped me into scry-resistant cloth and hid me inside a caravan, before taking his own life so i could never be found.

And i wasn't. I am sure that good men of Empire gave their best, but they evidently failed. I don't know how much time has passed by, nor do i know if Empire exists still.

But that matters not. I am here to protect, to inspire. And by the faith that has been put into me, i shall.

Something like that, yeah?
 
EternalStruggle said:
One question:

Does the origin of your weapon (that we'll make after the village is clear) count as an omake if it's sufficiently long?

*Glances at growing blocks of text.*

And can we make a couple of assumptions about the setting? Just about history and setting element.
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1st Question: Yes.

2nd Question: Also yes. I will be dropping more clues as time goes on, but for now just assume standard high fantasy.
 
Wolfy said:
Beacon of Cerulean: Shield of the Nation

Some weapons are made great - some are made by gods, some from bones of fearsome beasts and some from great sacrifice.

I started my life as piece of wood and fabric strung together, a banner unworthy of a lord, let alone a king. Made by last survivor of village raided by orcs, i was given to an empress as dying gift. It was i who steeled his resolve and it was i who made her never bend, never break, as she strode through unending darkness.

In every fight we were outnumbered, by orcs and goblins, trolls and giants and other monsters, old horrors that were long forgotten by the race of men. Every fight was impossible, and yet we endured through twenty bloody years, soaking the lands with blood of brave men and terrible beasts. Steel may break, muscle may tear and magic may falter, but iron will to survive would never waver as long as banner stood high, as long as Empress charged forward. It was that faith in me, faith of countless soldiers that as long as i stand they will win, that made me, me.

And as it was, we won. The endless terror ended, as Empress killed the Overlord as his Fortress crumbled around them. And yet, she was spent, exhausted and wounded from that terrible battle. With her dying breath she instructed her trusted lieutenants to carry me away, to reforge me, to make a symbol out of me. And so they did. Wizards of Imperial palace weaved their spells, transforming my physical body, wood and wool, into the shape of a shield. I was revered for the centuries to come, and from that my power grew. I was long since forgot defeat as any enemy crumbled before army enhanced by me.

But everything has to come to an end. For all my power in the field of battle, i was still but a shield. An enemy kingdom sent out a force - not a first one and it wouldn't be the last, but it was one that succeeded. A hundred of assassins and spies were sent; fifty were caught as they were traveling and forty were caught inside the city. Ten found their way into Imperial palace; nine died against valor men and woman guarding me, but one managed to snatch me, to take me away. Knowing that he wouldn't get far, he wrapped me into scry-resistant cloth and hid me inside a caravan, before taking his own life so i could never be found.

And i wasn't. I am sure that good men of Empire gave their best, but they evidently failed. I don't know how much time has passed by, nor do i know if Empire exists still.

But that matters not. I am here to protect, to inspire. And by the faith that has been put into me, i shall.

Something like that, yeah?
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Yep.
 
[X] The three infallible arrows—the first arrow marks all the enemies the wielder wants to destroy. The second marks all the things the wielder wants to save. The third would destroy all the things marked by the first arrow and then return to his quiver.

I want that so badly. Alas, something relatively tame has to be picked.

[] Power over their spirit. Be it physical or supernatural, nothing was safe from this weapon's attack.

Can I evolve to my write in in the future?
 
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[x](Bow)Start ranting in my user ear about how inappropriate this entire situation is, and how back in the old days the users should have gone on great journeys to find us and to gain our powers.
-while doing it teach my user between rants how to launch destructive beams of light at the undead While criticizing her/his technique.
 
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Bludflag said:
[] The three infallible arrows—the first arrow marks all the enemies the wielder wants to destroy. The second marks all the things the wielder wants to save. The third would destroy all the things marked by the first arrow and then return to his quiver.
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This would be fine. It is rather easier to keep track of. I was mainly talking about powers that would require an entire paragraph to explain.
 
[X] (Tower Shield) The strength to always bear the shield's weight and hold a firm footing, in the face of any blow.

If I am to be an ultimate defense, I must be an adequate one first.
 
I need to say that this is my first ever riot quest and I thought I could send one vote and leave as i am busy for a bit...
 
dunk1010 said:
I need to say that this is my first ever riot quest and I thought I could send one vote and leave as i am busy for a bit...
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That is fine. If you want an idea of how a Riot Quest normally goes, I would suggest reading Havoc Squad, and the Sword Riot Quest that this is based off of.
 
[X] Lance
-[X] They would lead their wielders into the thick of battle, and just start chopping away.
--[] "charge thin skin, lay their body to rest, destroy the shell"
 
" So Ya want to know my tale lad? well why not ."

I was forged long ago by the Dwarves of red mountains as a gift to an Adventure who saved their King and scraficed his own blade in the process. Even I don't know my first wielder's name the Dwarves called him Sarkazhunki Or the Mighty Knight in their toung , The Humans referred to him as the holy Wanderer of the Wastes. Regardless of his name the Man was incredible a Hero in the truest sense of the word and a Mighty paladin. I was with him for gods know how long before He passed me on to my next weilder and walked off to the north ( almost certain he's still kicking that man was truly a badass old age does not have the balls to take him on) He's the one you probably heard of the Hero of Kram.

Back then the Kid was a total prat a Child playing with a blade far better than him but Ill give him credit he learned fast for a farm boy I " woke" up towards the beginning of his quest and Helped him hone his Paladin skills and powers Teaching him things i picked up from my first wielder. He and his Rag tag gang of misfits ( No they where not a bunch of noble warriors. there was an assassin, that Thief, that perverted playboy Bard... oh and that wizard we picked up halfway though. Bloody knife ear and the Kid just could not keep off one another.) managed to get some work done and grow up quite a bit. You proably know the rest of the story. the Dread king riseing from his Keep from the far east and launching a Black crusade into the Mortal realm.

Kid's hometown was among the first places hit. Needless to say he was rather pissed by this and pulled his band of misssfits to fighting the Black crusade. * Sigh* Kid grew up fast after losing his thief friend to a stray arrow during a battle. he shaped up and took charge of the Human defense ( after his Knife ear girlfriend kicked his ass into gear.) nad the rest is History as they say. Kid fought his way to the Dreaf King's Forsaken Citadel and drove me into the damn monsters chest Shattering his soul and sending his body back to the Darkness he crawled out of.

Afterwards kid and I fought for a long time keeping the peace before he retired passing me down to another brat who passed me on and so on and so on going from one older Hero to a Younger potential Hero. I'd train them up Teach them how to smite Evil right and properly and then they'd pass me on to another who needs my help more than they do. This continued for a long time till one of my new wielders took on a Dragon well outside of his weightclass and got himself killed and I wound up in that room .
 
[X] They would hold their wielder back, only going after key targets. Undead that seemed a bit smarter than the others, or commanders that were separated from their troops.
 
LinkOnScepter said:
One even fell to the ground, wailing about how he didn't get paid for his work.
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What? No, get up you pansy! If you aren't getting paid for your work, you stab people and take their stuff! It's in the traditional mercenary charter!

[X] Power over their spirit. Be it physical or supernatural, nothing was safe from this weapon's attack.

Nobody escapes our debt-collectors! Nobody!

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Clockwork Sniper
[X] Power over their spirit. Be it physical or supernatural, nothing was safe from this weapon's attack.
 
Sightsear said:
What? No, get up you pansy! If you aren't getting paid for your work, you stab people and take their stuff! It's in the traditional mercenary charter!

[X] Power over their spirit. Be it physical or supernatural, nothing was safe from this weapon's attack.

Nobody escapes our debt-collectors! Nobody!

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Oh don't worry, he is up. Up and killing undead for the money that the Swiss never received.
 
[X] The Ballista that Breathed
-[X] They would hold their wielder back, only going after key targets. Undead that seemed a bit smarter than the others, or commanders that were separated from their troops.
 
[X] A challenge. You would be their weapon, but they would have to prove their worth over time.
-[X] Prove your worth through creative use or pragmatic. I care not but live to strengthen yourself user.
-[X] Grant user ability to use the different forms of the combined greatsword. In basic forms
 
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[X] A challenge. You would be their weapon, but they would have to prove their worth over time.
-[X] Whenever they reach the physical limits of their current strength, speed, durability or endurance, permanently increase their limit to thrice that and double their current ability. The sword would however, always be as heavy to them as when they first picked it up.
 
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Hm, I COULD bestow myself/my wielder with an incredible, custom power now... OOR I could take what's on offer NOW, and bestowsaid powers LATER, and claim that they are my true powers awakening!

But you have to work for them first, greenhorn!

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