"I am meant to believe that you are not just some tall dwarf or deformed elf, but an outworlder from a plane with no magic. That is utterly ridiculous, "huumen" doesn't even sound like a real word."

Hear ye, hear ye. I hereby call to order this meeting of the most illustrious Mages' Guild! Now I know everyone was very exited about our plans have the entire guild fly to the moon for a nice vacation from all the kings, queens, nobles and whatever they are who keep bothering our research but I have some bad news. It turns out we are lacking some important spell components needed to ensure the tower survives the trip, and we're completely broke after the new years party. So unless people come up with a good way to make the missing money it seems like the tower is grounded for the moment.

Now the Bueromancers claim that we might be able to free enough funds by making some easy budget cuts here and there have been some suggestions to cut some departments out of the guild including Beemancy, Hobomancy, Chainsawmancy and MUSCLE WIZARDRY. They also think that we can save money by merging some smaller departments into bigger departments, such as making Cryomancy part of the Hydromancy Department, doing away with Electromancy and making it part of Aeromancy again, Chaos Magic joining the Eldritch Department and reincorporating dark magic into the necromancy department for the first time since they split into two departments in the third age. And finally re-merging all sub-departments into their main branch, that means you sub-department of Ectomancy and sub-department of Weaponized Divination.

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You meet the Avatar's charge head on. The weighted silver of your fist collides with the crimson spirit-fire of the Avatar's claw with a resounding clang. The two of you stand dead-locked for a moment as you exert the force of your will against the raw animalistic need of the being before you. Threads of silver and red dance in the cold black emptiness around you as you vie against it for dominance.

You're in charge here. This spirit is bound to you.

The spirit-fire surges from the avatar's claws. You can feel the flesh of your arms bubble and blister under the unexpected heat. The ravaging cold of the void and the hideous heat of the Avatar's primal flame clash on either side of you, leaving you trapped in agony between them. You stagger back a step, then another.

The Avatar breaks the deadlock, leaping back only to pounce again as you stumble off balance. Jagged teeth and serrated claws tear into your arms as you bring them up instinctively to cover your face. You can hear the sound of snapping chains. Is your link coming undone?

Just what the hell is this place?

The Avatar's frenetic assault pierces your guard. One long talon rakes between your arms, tearing a thick ribbon of flesh from your chest. You let out a strangled scream as the spirit-fire spreads through your veins.

What's happening?

The Avatar presses its advantage. Teeth descend on your arms, bone-crushing force leveraging with practiced fury against your flesh. You can feel your bone whining under the strain, threatening to splinter apart.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

You scream as your arm snaps like dry kindling under the Avatar of Hunger's jaws. A lance of fresh agony pins you in place, senses overwhelmed.

It can't end like this.

You're not supposed to fall here.

You have w-work to do.

> Give up. (End)
> Give in. (???)

I've read over the rules for ChromeStrike just now, and I like it, but I'm confused about some things.

First of all, how many weapons do you get to fire when you attack? All of them? That'd make high Init characters super OP, wouldn't it?

Also, when you take character damage, where does that damage go exactly? What's your char's HP?

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Do any of you anon have this PDF? I'm in the mood for a laugh

You have always wanted to be an emperor. That ambition has burned dimly in the past, tempered by reality. Now the opportunity to realise your ambition has arrived and you are determined not to let it slip. Now is the time to build your empire and become an emperor.

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>Now, without further ado

It's funny—after all of the strange things you've seen and done in the past few months, you would think your threshold for strangeness would be capable of encapsulating this. The flickering light-traced form of the Iron General seems woefully out of place in your living room, though, articulated leg talons flexing as if to scrape a hole in the wood flooring underfoot.

“You ought to know before you settle here,” you tell him. “There are reports of a pair of incredibly dangerous beasts roaming the countryside near Eluneia.”

Glass-lens eyes whir and refocus on you unsettlingly. After a moment the General clarifies the motion by cocking his head to one side.

“Ah,” you stutter, “My apologies. Eluneia is a large city a ways to the southwest of Grisoch.”

The General nods. “And I assume you're putting together a contingency plan for the ripples their presence will inevitably spread to our neighborhood.” It isn't a question the way he says it.

You shake your head. “Something a little more proactive, actually. I need materials from at least one of them to enact an important project on my end.”

“I see.” There is a static-whine as the cylinder projecting the general fuzzes for a moment. “We would be pleased to aid you in that endeavor for an appropriate percentage of the salvage from the beast itself.”

You wonder what precisely that aid entails. “We can negotiate hard numbers at a later time,” you tell him. “I'm woefully underprepared to attempt such a thing at the moment.” Your research regarding the Allmother Mud and the Tyrant Wyrm still makes you a little queasy to recall.

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You're Evangeline Roman. You're 15, a bit of a nerd and live in a small town by the beach.

You're also the descendant of some eldritch horror even if you don't look like it.

Your life changed from weird to dangerously weird after you answered a schoolmate's call for help. Somehow, she seems to be involved in some seedy stuff, considering you were both attacked by monsters, one of her friend's missing and you know she's not telling you everything.

And right now, you're both in bed. On your side, staring in sleepy confusion at the girl by you. At first you panic, not remembering anything from last night, but then the memories come back to you... And you still panic. Lots of awful crap happened. Wanda is curled against the wall, wrapped up in the covers so you can't help but wonder if you were woken up by the cold.

You simply roll over and off the bed, groggily rubbing at your eyes. School doesn't start until next week and since it's still Thursday, you've got some time off. You decide to take a shower to fully wake up before deciding what to do with your day. By the time you come out --fully dressed, it'd be too awkward to dress in front of your new friend-- Wanda is already starting to stir.

Your parents have already left for work and you're pretty sure your brothers aren't around since you can't hear Daniel's crappy attempts at playing the guitar or Mark screaming at some nerds in his computer.

[ ] Wake her up, have breakfast together, discuss last night's incident and how to approach it. (Stay in.)
[ ] Wake her up, take her to the Old Beach to see if you can find any hints as to what happened.
[ ] Wake her up, push her out of your house. You've done enough helping and you really need to finish your Science project.
[ ] Other. (Write in.)

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You are Kline Bueller, a C-rank adventurer, and you are currently training under Claudine, which was basically combat hell. You were constantly dodging and parrying, and pushing your body to the limit. Maybe it was payback for Herschel earlier?

You turn on instinct, nearly avoiding a strike from your master.

"Nice. You almost didn't get your arm lopped off." She comments.

"Can you please take it easy on me?" You pant.

"Nope." She kicks your leg, knocking you on your ass as she then pins you down, sitting on your abdomen and pointing her blade at your throat. "And you're at my mercy."

>"I yield."
>"...I didn't know you liked to be on top."
>"I can't feel my legs."