Be the BEG [Quest] Chapter 23

The day has finally come. With the remodel about to begin for the offices of Davison, Goldberg, and etc., your ex-wife and Janet Blanc Attorney at Law have finally discovered an opening in the defenses of the company, and you have the opportunity to enter and rescue your daughter, Vanessa.

The three of you, along with your advisors on hand, meet in the conference room dimension, and hash out the strategy. Your ex-wife, ever the sadist, wishes to simply wait until the magical wards on the office are lowered to allow the contractors entrance without painful death, and charge in full force. Janet, ever the goodie-two-shoes, asks that you take a more subtle approach, disguising as contractors yourselves, with a small team, and spiriting Vanessa away with minimal casualties. After all, contractors would surely be hurt in the crossfire, and they are by necessity lawful neutral.

Either route will put you against powerful fiends and demons alike. Not to mention the terrible and searing pain of corporate structure. Whatever option you take, you will be in great danger.

>Full force attack
>Stealth
>Write-in

Previously: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46857981/
Twitter: @BBEG_Questman

>>Stealth

>Write-in
Simply walk in, like a boss. So full force attack, but without the running, panicking and all the other things only plebs do.

>stealth, and after we get vanessa let the ex do whatever she wants.

You elect to follow Janet's advice. You owe her that much after all she's going through at your request. Well, that and her fee.

You prepare your forces, keeping the minions on stand-by in case of emergency, and selecting a team of capable fighters to assist you. That is to say, Duncan and Kyle, since they are currently your only capable fighters. The four of you, Kyle, Duncan, Janet and yourself, teleport together to the depths of hell, and make your way quickly to the building.

Outside, you see the team of contractors awaiting the signal to enter. Kyle suspects that you will have a decent amount of time to slip in, and Duncan passes out sets of coveralls to everyone. Yours does not cover your helmet, but in hell that's honestly not much of a defining feature. On the other hand, your powerful arms feel quite restricted.

>Rip off the sleeves
>Keep them

>>Keep them
we won't compromise vanessa's future for some mild bother

>>Keep them

>keep them

>Rip off the sleeves
No mortal fabric can restrict THESE GUNS
And Legion is pretty capable, bruh. Don't diss best boy.

You decide to resist the urge and simply try to be less ripped yourself.

The wards go down, as evidenced by the ceasing of the annoying glow surrounding the building, and the four of you hop and skip across the busy street to join the crowd of sweaty, cursing construction workers.

You enter a large and ostentatious lobby, complete with chandelier, high ceiling, marble floors, and musky fountain in the shape of a demon ripping a mortal in half and showering in the blood. You think they may actually be using authentic blood, which really is pricey these days with all the regulations put on the stuff. Janet is sickened by all of it, naturally.

>Ignore her and keep moving
>Try to comfort her
>Tell her to get over it
>Write-in

>Tell her to steady herself and prepare for our grand opening when shit gets real
>Pic releated

>Tell her to get over it
It's our culture. When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

>>Tell her to get over it

You tell Janet to swallow her saccharine sentiment and steel herself for worse. She says nothing, but you see her take a deep breath and focus on the path ahead.

The foreman of the contractors speaks to the woman at the front desk, a young succubus who smells so strongly of lust and men's stench you can pick it up from here. It makes you worry about Vanessa even more. A moment later, you are cleared, and follow the crowd further in.

You all pile into the elevators and ride up to the thirteenth floor, where you squeeze out into a cubicle farm, filled with various horrors of the underworld all chained to their overly personalized desks and hunched over to the point your own back begins to hurt.

"This is our chance. Vanessa should be in the break room now, we have to go," whispers Janet. You look to the contractors, and see the foreman giving them some sort of speech. If you try to leave now, you risk being seen.

>Go
>Stay
>Write-in

>>Write-in
>we stay and cover the others exit so they don't get caught.

>>Go

Voting this

Quiet you

Report and ignore mate. Its simple. Dont let it be wasted with replys.

You whisper to the others to go ahead, while you cover their exit with your quite frankly massive body. They seem nervous, but agree. You take a power stance, making yourself appear as large and in charge while the others scurry off. The foreman notices your impressive posture and points you out.

"See, that's an eager go-getter! What's your name young man?"

The contractors all turn to you, expecting a reply.

>roll 1d100 to pick your alias

Rolled 68 (1d100)

> "eldritch scream"

hope i did the dice stuff right.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>Heavy lifter minion 4540 Sir

The foreman nods, appreciating your honesty and discretion.

"I like you, kid. You're in charge of the wrecking crew today! Do a good job, and you might earn your way to the executive lounge. That's the trailer out front with the satellite tv and beer."

The group is assigned their tasks, and split up across the floor. You take a group of stout fellows and go to knock out a wall in the bathroom to make room for a bigger corner office for the floor boss.

>Make the other workers do it while you supervise
>Do it yourself, and save time
>Do it together, and pretend to care about teamwork
>Write-in

Rolled 12 (1d100)

Bob. Just Bob, sold my last name for my physique!

>do it together and pretend to care about teamwork

>>Do it yourself, and save time
fuck teamwork, we're in hell. just remember your first day at work and we're set.
ib4 we become recognized by the higher ups and get a real position of power in the company before the end of vanessa's rescue.

>>Make the other workers do it while you supervise

What did he say/do?

Supported

Put a link to the new quest board, rather rude as it is completely optional to place quests on that board and OP is under no obligation to move.

Even more rude considering OP gave us a poll to decide whether we wanted to move to /qst/ or stay on Veeky Forums.

>>Do it yourself, and save time
This.
Glad to see this quest running again.

Obligatory.
Goddamn.
Maskface.

You tell the others to stand back. Though they seem quite amused by your stoicism and confidence at first, upon seeing you rip out the urinals, then the wall studs, and then the wall, they gradually shift to awe.

You use your bare, read gloved, hands to punch, rip, and tear every tile and scrap of concrete away until there is nothing but hole remaining, leading into the next room, where a crew of workers are busy laying down tarps for paint and other messy business.

The foreman finds out about your impressive strength and stamina, and appoints you supervisor on the project, while he goes back outside to drink and watch sports. For the time being, you are in charge of this crew.

>Increase efficiency by 15%
>Stand back and let them sweat while you eat bear claws
>Do all the work on your own before lunch
>Make them work and go to find the others
>write-in

>Increase efficiency by 15%
>Do all the work on your own before lunch

we end up becoming best friends with the company and hire them ourselves next time around.

>>Make them work and go to find the others

This 'n stuff.

Supported

>Make them work and go to find the others
'You know what I can do, I expect to see my standard of work done by the the time I get back from the John.'

You tell all of the other workers to take fifteen, and roll up your sleeves.

By the time they get back from their break, you have single handedly done basically all of the work laid out for them, leaving only the boring dexterous stuff, or anything that involves bending over. Your back isn't what it used to be.

The men cheer, praising your power and style. They're eating out of the palm of your hand.

>Take a break and find Vanessa
>Stay with them and finish the job
>Mutiny
>write-in

>Take a break and find Vanessa
'Taking a break for coffee, bear claws and a break on the John. Finish it off will ya lads, good on ya.'

>>Mutiny

>Mutiny
"Hey guys, these folks don't even offer us a good retirement plan! I know of this rugged, handsome overlord who is about to conquer the world of mortals who offers a really good retirement plan! Solid dental plan too!"

this.

>>Take a break and find Vanessa

This

You rally the lot of them, and convince them to follow you from now on. With hammers and protractors in hand, you all charge out of the building and swarm the foreman's trailer murdering him in cold blood and getting the signatures of every worker in his still warm blood. You now have control over a few dozen workers, and there are no unions in hell, naturally.

You file back into the building and get back to work, only to be approached by a succubus secretary still trying to fix her matted hair. She clears her throat before speaking.

"Sir, one of the executives would like to speak to you regarding your fine work on this floor. Would you please follow me?"

>Agree
>Refuse
>Write-in

>Agree

>Agree

>>Agree
be prepared to use the succubus as a meat shield though.

>Agree

Is it wrong if I honestly like hell?

Supported

>be prepared to use the succubus as a meat shield though.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Though I'd much rather we grab her by the ankles and swing her around like an improvised club

Yeah I'm going with this guys idea.

You only like it because relative to the vast majority of the population, we are in a position of power.

Touche user.

i don't think that being used as a meat shield is a good thing. specially for a succibus.
unless it's her fetish

Let me explain our policy on Succubi

Q1: Is the Succubus Vanessa?

>Yes
Hugs and kisses

>No
Literally nobody cares

We kind of care about our ex wife, considering we are slowly patching up our relationship with her to some extent.

We need her to lift the ban, We can't hire any supernaturals.

And we are slowly patching up our relationship with her.

Tsun Queen of Pain must be a thing.

You follow the woman across the floor and back to the elevator. You recall the motion placed to make the legal name "Hellevator" but it was almost unanimously agreed that that was the line.

You ride up to the top floor, number 666, ignoring the fact that they actually skip 87-665 for dramatic effect, and step out into a second lobby. This one is unmanned, and smaller, but just as gaudy, with red carpet and blood splatter wallpaper. The succubus leads you to a pair of large, golden doors, with screaming faces embossed into them. She motions for you to go ahead, and you do.

Through the doors is a dark chamber, cool relative to the temperature of hell, especially a hellish office building. By law, they cannot have air conditioning. As the double doors creak shut behind you, you hear soft breathing. You ready yourself for battle, when suddenly the doors click shut, and blue flames along the walls begin to illuminate the chamber.

You stand at the front of a long, dim room filled with young succubi all dressed in sheer fabric outfits, each more filthy and distraught than the last. Vanessa is not among them.

Across from you, sitting in a large, high-backed chair, is a fat mortal smoking a fat cigar while his open shirt lets his fat rolls breath. his balding head and unkempt stubble are displeasing, but worse is the smug look on his face. Beside him is a knight in full armor with two great horns protruding from his helm. The sword at his side is no joke either. Your keen eye for weapons tells you that it is a masterwork, and is likely valued at a small fortune.

"Greetings, sir. I thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me."

>"The pleasure is all mine."
>"What's the meaning of this."
>Silence
>Write-in

i'm betting that in a some faraway future we'll end up again with her because literally everyone else dies before us.

I'd be all for that, But you know we got an a monster being born soon.

Oh, god if we fuck up again we might kill the female this time around. Shes mortal

We're cucking her with Sophia though.....wait a second! OP, are you setting us up for a harem end?

>>"What's the meaning of this."
let's say it with a hard worker attitude

>Silence

>"The pleasure is all mine." respectfully
>"What's the meaning of this." like a hardass needing to finish his job

We chose to start patching things up. Not OP mate.

>Trademark Silence(tm)

I'm running a one-shot on qst just to try out the board, if anyone is interested in a little extra today.

what's the name of the quest OP?

...

>"The pleasure is all mine."

We own a country. That means we can quite easly rule polygamy legal (i think it already is?). And we are quite evil. I dont think there is a problem.

It's not, yet

Only the strongest and smartest are allowed to breed. That simple.

Sounds stupid as hell. Theres more to being useful than being superb at something.

I'm dicking. I believe the only laws we changed were no pants, and Sunday orgies.

You cross your arms and remain stoically silent. The fat man puffs on his cigar and sacors the taste before snapping his fingers. The knight beside him reaches out his armored palm, and the fat man puts out the smouldering stogie in it. He then dusts off his hands and stands up, groaning.

"I called you here to thank you for your hard work and sweat in the name of our company. That said, I'm afraid this meeting isn't entirely happy." You remain quiet as he watches you for signs of weakness. You hope he finds none.

"Hm. About an hour ago, one of our field agents was accosted by a group of interlopers. Three of them. Around the same time you and your crew were hard at work demolishing walls and making room for my... recreation room." He gives a raspy chortle, and you notice a large number of the succubi flinch.

>"I don't know anything about that, sir."
>"I might know something. Why?"
>"Those were probably my men. I hope they are unharmed."
>Silence
>Write-in

>"Those were probably my men. I hope they are unharmed."

>>Silence

>Silence

desire to paladin grows.

>Silence

At some point he is going to overextend, and we are going to butcher him.

>Silence
Glare at him menacingly. Make sure he gets to the point quickly.

He sneers as you remain quiet. Likely he isn't used to people acting defiant around him. He stretches a bit, leaning back and putting his bulging belly on display before righting himself and scratching his hairy wisdom trail.

"I see you're not the talkative type. Fair enough. Then I'll cut to the chase." He snaps his fingers again, and a side door to the room opens up, letting in light from the outside. Through it come three huge, hulking, armored guards. Each of them drags a body behind, belonging to your allies. You are a bit shocked to see their battered, bloody bodies slide across the carpet, but notice that they are all still moving, albeit barely.

"Take your friends and leave, now, before I lose my patience. Promise never to return, and I promise not to have my men stab you in the back on the way out."

>"Fine."
>"How dare you."
>"Am I supposed to be intimidated by thugs in cheap mail?"
>Silence
>Write-in

>>Silence

>Silence

>>Silence

>Silence
What else?

>Silence

We are here for our daughter. Hell has nothing which we would not happily slaughter our way through to retrieve her.

Its Time for the A Game.

His sneer turns to full on contempt.

"Hm. You're a stoic man. I respect that. I also hate it. But since you insist on playing the tough guy, I'll have to respond in kind. Brutus! Escort this trash off of the premises!"

With a simple phrase, the knight draws his sword and dashes, lunging toward you at impressive speed. It rivals Shen, in his life, and the point of his blade is leveled at your heart.

>Dodge
>Parry
>Counter
>Take the hit
>Write-in

>Take the hit
Don't move, don't block, don't parry, don't counterattack, don't grunt.

SAY NOTHING
DO NOTHING
KEEP GLARING AT FATTY
As far as we're concerned, Brutus doesn't even exist

>Counter
Parry with arm guard or dodge slightly, materialize sword straight into the knights gut.

i'll vote this, I get one daily shitty post per quest after all.

>>Counter

>Flex and burst out of the uniform and summon our sword, block the knights weapon and toss him back at the fat man.

We have 3 more big bastards to kill, then probably have to either fight past the succubus to kill the fatman, or we kill him fast enough he cant command them to attack us.
Taking wounds is not a good idea at this juncture for the sake of looking cool.

What if this is all spooky bullshit magic? Also it might not even hurt.

>Taking wounds is not a good idea at this juncture for the sake of looking cool.
Yeah... if you're a bitch ass mortal. Once you're this badass, looking cool is the only thing you need to worry about.

uh... that's not how this works, but alright. Rule of cool it is.

We have gotten to the point of nearly losing before. hence the whole courtroom sidething.
Presumably the extinguished cig rules our illusion handily.

Its still a stupid idea to even allow any hint of damage until we know what we are actually facing.
Cool happens, don't force it or the QM will spank you.

>Counter