You're a monster.

Harsh but true. You, Kyle Mercer age 23, are a monster.

Take it from me. Real recognizes real. Sure, it's not entirely your fault. You didn't <span class="mu-i">used</span> to be this way, but let's be honest with ourselves here: the difference between you now and the Old You is that the New You just doesn't care anymore. Peel away the skin, strip away the gossamer thin wrappings of civilization and society, and what do we have underneath?

A creature of instinct. Hunger and hate. You. A monster.

>OOC: Been incrediably sick so, sorry. As long as I get the votes will try to post more and shorten them some. Thank everyone sticking with it through my IRL shit.


Archive link: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Ilvermorny%20Quest

Non-canon lewd-fic: https://rentry.co/4iehi5w8

The time Emily got banned from the internet: https://rentry.co/68e94bro

What-if which may end up canon: https://rentry.co/d7qyhmm6

New character sheet: Working on it... numerous new bonuses and items b/c I am dumb

Old sheet: https://rentry.co/7obcbksu

I will go through the last few threads and sheets to make sure I have the bonuses right; they should be coming a lot slower now. Just assume the girls are very fricking deadly when it is life or death if they are geared up and prepped.



You're Jennifer "Jenn" Sanders, proud Thunderbird Witch, twin sister to Emily Sanders. Adoptive sister to several other people. Currently you and your Coven are on the trail of your ancestor, Lord Salazar Slytherin's powerful wand, to keep it from the clutches of Evil, stop one catastrophe, and mitigate another. You were the last true Seer for a time, a 16-year-old part-Veela girl way over your head.

You have begun collecting allies, training the young ones to survive. One of those allies, your adoptive sister, Aubrey Thompson? A girl with some schizophrenia, ADHD, delusions, and enough guns, Magic, and training to take over a small country revealed that she believed something. Namely?

That you, Em, your genius, slightly autistic "sister," Macy Wright, and "big brother" David Adams were Angels; Guardian Angels, capital 'A' Angels. Together, you decided to just let her think what she needed to.

You trained some kids and an older crippled girl who hated you but whom you had declared was your sister too. Gave out gifts. Taught a cute girl to be brave and kiss so she could ask out a boy she loved.

Made lighting your bitch, but had your ears and eyes change from using the shard of your soul put back in wrong, named Jenny to do it. Met 'Brey's uncle, Fox, the greatest thief in the world and new staff member.

Began to befriend an outgoing girl in your House named Trish who introduced you to the school's priestess, a woman armed for a crusade and with enough medals, Muggle and Magical, to make Audie Murphy blush. Had her explain some about Enchanting, the school, and an odd cat who seemingly had been around for more than 200 years and was also a preacher... somehow.

At the end? The tall, kind vestal passed on some artifacts for you and Em, including a sawed-off shotgun and magic sword; others you would know where they belonged.

Decided America was both mad and amazing as you passed on a huge Enchanted Desert Eagle to 'Brey and a long, Magic dagger to Macy.

And now...it was time to read a mysterious scroll, go to a guest lecture, and see your young apprentice Michah Mason blow people out at Magic exploding ball rugby.

Mars. Shattered terraforming spikes encircle habitats half-buried in chlorate sands. A wan sun peaks through an skyline veiled behind drifting dust.

Your pilots stir, stretching pale limbs against the tug of centrifugal gravity. The mission briefing pulses in your mind like an imprint.

//INITIAL COMPANY OPTIONS:

> STRIKE LANCE. [+ ASSAULT/CAPTURE CONTRACTS].

> SALVAGE MANIPLE. [+ SALVAGE/EXPLORATION CONTRACTS].

> HOLY ORDER. [+ VENGEANCE CONTRACTS].

> FINAL VANGUARD. [+ CIVILIAN DEFENSE CONTRACTS].

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Welcome, everyone. I've been super busy with my inpatient rotations lately so I don't really have the time to render updates for SOLSTICE, but I wanted to try something much lower effort. VANGUARD quest is a simple, story-light multiplayer quest where players can customize their individual mechs and participate in shared missions. I welcome everyone to play, and apologize beforehand if my update schedule is irregular.

<span class="mu-i"> In times of old, there stood many a great kingdom or realm, their lines proud, their kings great, and their works were legendary. It was a time of greatness for all, from all classes and races, for it was a time when the yields were abundant, the cattle fat, and the weather favourable.

This changed, however. A creature with a heart pitch-black and eyes of darkness and despair that rise and shrink with hate. All despaired at his coming and the hordes and legions he brought with him. Crowns were broken, castles slighted, and the kings lay broken. Like a vile black hand, his reach seemed boundless; with his fiery red eyes, his gaze kept his subjects obedient, and from a dark tower, this lord of evil watched over his realm as the land fell into darkness and despair, with hope fading like a dying ember.

But embers can flare up, and like the phoenix, a new generation of heroes and their hosts of light broke the chains, shattered his armies to the winds and finally brought an end to his reign of terror. As the morrow broke once more, it was thus proclaimed that nevermore should his name be uttered, nevermore should his remains be seen, and nevermore should there be fear of his tyranny. And so, the people rejoiced in their newfound freedom, rebuilding their shattered world with hope and determination for a brighter future. His artefacts and symbols, buried deep beneath the sands and earth, were so well hidden that not even the most fanatical cultist would find anything.

And yet in that lies the danger; dead though he may be, there are still those who revere him as though he were a god-king upon this earth, and his ilk have a tendency not to stay dead… There are still whispers, mutterings and vague prophecies about his return, though none have come true as of my writing this tome…. His name was struck from the lists of both paper and mind, so one would never again say that name which struck deep grief into the hearts of all peoples…. I shall end this book with a warning: if he does return, do not try to fight him; run. Run to the nearest authorities and alert them; fighting him alone shall surely be your doom, even if he's weakened, but the worst thing you can do is to let him speak; his words shall gnaw in your mind, his arguments shall be so persuasive that you will drop your weapons, and he shall weave a web of deceit that will ensnare even the strongest of wills. Hearken unto him, no matter his guise and form, and before too long you shall find yourself in eternal servility. </span>

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The world is flawed.
It is not imperfect though, just purposefully made that way.

Life is full of suffering and conflict, a race where the living fight to find meaning and solace, either by giving themselves and each other meaning, or by taking it from those weaker.

An unwinnable race, a race against time, a race against “The World”.
A losing battle from the moment one is born, the pure soul is slowly drained of its myriad colors, then cast away once it has been consumed.

There exists a gate beyond “The World”, and past that gate is the infinite.
A cold and unfeeling infinity, impartial and silent, an infinity where despite the existence of suffering, you witnessed the radiance of all souls of all ages.

So you, <span class="mu-i">[????]</span>, decided to bring “This World” into the infinite.
Not for anyone in particular, you… don’t exactly have many people you care about to begin with, not out of resentment for the life you had to live, after all that’s just how life in this world is.
Simply because you felt like things should be as they are beyond the Gate.

Another five? joined you out of their own volition, together you worked for millenia to bring the world beyond The Gate, and failed.

The Gatekeeper sent two away, who knows where. Another had to merge with the world and keep it from breaking apart under the immense strain from The Gate… And you’re not sure if the other two even existed.

As for yourself, The Gatekeeper pushed the world away using you. Your cultivation burned away as it set the skies ablaze, your body shattered as it tore through the ocean and the world’s crust, and your soul was fragmented into infinite specks of spiritual energy, leaving nothing behind.

But that doesn’t matter, you reached the gate and went beyond it. You learned things that even The Gatekeeper itself is unaware of. Your existence is perpetual, it will simply resume some indeterminate amount of time in the future. Fate is simply <span class="mu-s">ABSOLUTE</span>, and your destiny is <span class="mu-i">ours</span>

"Next time... I will..."

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Axle Era, Year 3266

Your consciousness begins to awaken once more in a mortal’s body, who had been gazing at the stars after a long day’s work in their master’s estate.

You’ll run a check on your “Body” and “Soul”.
>roll a 2d20 for body and soul in that order.

The body is that of
>A male
>A female

You can ask yourself a question to refresh your knowledge about something (optional)
>write in

//If any of the old players from last year end up here, stuff happened and I lost everything noteswise, I will be re-using a few things from that first run, but you can consider this a complete reset for the most part, I can only apologize for not properly backing things up.

Welcome back.

Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.

When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.

Once per thread, if three or more people invoke it, a single roll may be re-rolled.

Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/edit

Discord: https://discord.gg/pR7q5Evf

For a short summary for the new and to recap:

You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.

For the time being, Fie returned to her gym for the time being.

Last thread, You flew for Redmont, fought a Thundurus and on arriving at Redmont, moved to assault a Team Green occupation of the local mine.

Threads 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Halo:%20Spartan%202%20War%20Reports
Active Spartan Roster: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/12PTTzwcNVbQbIC101lrcrQQZKWhK3myTLWEQ0A1ybj8/edit?gid=0#gid=0
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Sven-033's Qualities: [Special] Giant, [Special] Spartan-II, Maverick, Officer [Lieutenant], Wunderkind, Inspiring.

Sven-033's Advancement Paths: Brawler: Open Hand: 6/10 Bulwark: Unbreakable: 5/10 Grenadier: Plasma Wiz: 5/10 Shotgunner: 1| Diplomat 3/6 Infiltrator 3/6 Scrounger 3/6 Tactician 3/6 Boogeyman 1/6| Jotun 2/4

Sub objective Progress: Artificial Artisan 3/?| Blade Breaker 1/?
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UNSC Skidbladnir (Razor Class Prowler)

UNSC Skidbladnir Crew Qualities: Eclectic, Informed [ Covenant ].

UNSC Skidbladnir Assigned Smart AI: Rita.

UNSC Skidbladnir Officers: Sensor Operator: Ensign Sonar Kobal, COM Officer: Ensign Kon Kiyomi. Navigator: Lieutenant Junior Grade Marisa Deluna, Weapons Controller: Lieutenant Junior Grade Valerie Faure. Pilots: Warrant Officer Bari Cook & Cadet Bernetta Coste

Spartans Aboard: Sven-033, James-005, Jorges-052. Nesta-097, Shika-108, Daisy-023. Naomi-010, Solomon-069, Malcom-059, Anton-044, Illya-077, Cal-141, and Soren-066 (Inactive/ Washout)

Dropship/ Combat Pilots "Reaper Spirit" Warrant Officer Chen Tian, "Doghouse" Crewman Apprentice Tor Ostrum
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Standing at attention, you only had to consider the Vice Admiral's question for a moment before you answers, and told the officers witnessing your promotion and receiving of commendations and decorations for Operation: Irminsul and your superior office

"Yes, I'd like to recommend Warrant Officer Chen Tian for the Bronze Star or his role in Operation: HVITSERK", the action that Warrant Officer Chen took part in was one of the parts of that space battle that was blotted out with black ink on official reports. All that got through to his service record was that he flew a spec ops boarding party and flew his Pelican back intact. It wasn't stated, that he'd risked his life to make sure the Spartan Fire team reached Whiteshirt's retrofitted Halcyon in one piece, that he flew like a bat out of hell to get past that behemoth's point defense and lingered in range to draw fire away from them as they performed EVA to actually land on the enemy flagship.

If anyone in that fleet action deserved a medal, it was him. You'd have asked for the Silver Star, or even the legion of honor or colonial cross, but realistically, he'd earned the Bronze Star. It was a show of incredible valor and courage, but not enough for the UNSC's highest honors.

Vice Admiral Stanforth nodded once.

"From what I've read of that battle, he's more than earned it. Along with the promotion he's scheduled to receive later today", your CO said as he gave his spoken approval and your felt a smile tug on the corner of your lips "And, he might be chosen to recieve a higher decoration than the bronze star, Lieutenant Commander'
Cont

You’re <span class="mu-b">ANTON PEAS</span>: mild-mannered frycook, stage magician, extradimensional tourist, and now a mafioso mulcher!

You heard right! Life’s been a whirlwind ever since you woke up in <span class="mu-s">ZORAL:</span> a fantasy world shrouded in perpetual darkness. There’s your fuzzy memories, of course, not to mention the fact that your gun-crazy ex-girlfriend <span class="mu-s">LIZ</span> somehow found her way in after you! Oh, and let’s not forget how your soul’s being held hostage by the eponymously-named <span class="mu-r">RED</span>: an archdevil who–in return for the demonic power you inadvertently pilfered on your arrival–wants you to slay <span class="mu-r">THE FOUR LORDS OF ZORAL:</span> a rogue’s gallery of godlike tyrants, monsters, and all-around persons of low moral fiber!

Thankfully you’re not alone… you’re more popular than ever, in fact! There’s <span class="mu-s">TZAH-TZIE,</span> of course: your feisty ladyfriend and a brash bard, <span class="mu-s">VOLKA</span>: Grand Marshall of a neighborhood safety group called <span class="mu-s">THE LAMPLIGHTERS</span> whose kindness is only matched by her dizzying size, <span class="mu-s">MOROOK</span>: a quiet, but competent ranger and Volka’s half-brother, <span class="mu-s">REZALITH</span>: once a fearsome foe, now one of your most powerful–and loyal–allies, <span class="mu-s">OTI</span>: skilled sorcerer with a chip on his shoulder, and <span class="mu-s">TOPPEL:</span> a manic mage with a penchant for less-than-ethical experiments and running into trouble!

Your arrival in <span class="mu-s">UMBERAL:</span> the gem of the North and self-proclaimed ‘<span class="mu-i">City of Tomorrow</span>’ was anything but uneventful. Despite being watched by the cold, unyielding gaze of <span class="mu-r">ARCHMAGE TRIER:</span> one of the many lords on your death docket, Umberal is also well-known for being home to the infamous <span class="mu-r">SPICE CARTEL:</span> a criminal enterprise whose reach spans all of Zoral… and maybe even beyond!

Well, it <span class="mu-i">did</span>, anyways. In search of ways to defeat the aforementioned archmage, your search inevitably led you to cross paths with the cartel, along with their leader, <span class="mu-r">VHALE NESSURMOS</span>--Tzah-Tzie’s ‘betrothed’ and Five-Star jerk! The feud reached its breaking point when he and his lackeys kidnapped your favorite catthing, and in a climactic clash in the cartel’s compound you managed to not only best Vhale and reclaim your girlfriend, but also acquire <span class="mu-s">NOTES</span> on how to defeat the seemingly-invincible archmage!

The battle may be won, but the war is far from over: Vhale’s lieutenants may not be as dead as you hope, and their troops won’t forget the blow you struck any time soon! Not to mention you’ve got an appointment with <span class="mu-r">TRIER</span> at dawn whether you like it or not! For now, however, all you can do is sit back, relax, and watch as your spunky Spinner’s concert comes to a close!

Ears still ringing from the bardic brawl’s aftermath, THIS is where your tale continues…

https://youtu.be/1lR8VLt1Xlk

For House and Dominion: A Knight's Tale
Previous Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216450/

H&D Wiki: https://houseanddominion.fandom.com/

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You are Joanna Farrell, a would be Knight from the Dominion of Royal Houses. You are among the few remaining survivors of House Meros, a minor House that fell during the turmoil and wars of the early 41st century. Now you and other aspirants have ventured out into the unexplored regions of the universe aboard the starship Bertrand to seek your fortune and gather resources to someday reclaim your lost House.

>The Crew
The now landless 'Errant' Knight Dar'el Camdie has gathered your group of Knight aspirants in the hopes of forging you into a force to be reckoned with. Despite his age he's a capable fighter and tough by the standards of the Dro'all.

Chief Miriam Hannah is in charge of your ship the Bertrand and has been acting as its captain for years now.

Sergeant Mulyadi Reza commands the marines aboard ship and acts as your training officer.

Sergeant Ram is a veteran who helps lead the squad of marines under your command.

>The would be Knights
Alar Ul'torel is a Dro'all Noble. A skilled Medic in addition to their training to one day become a Knight, they've gone out of their way to be friendly to everyone on the team.

Kalnit Bakor is a Kavarian. A drone specialist, you've made an agreement with him to trade a suit of Power Cell Armor between you depending on the requirements of the mission.

Ninnik Gehell is one of the diminutive Shallan. Though trained primarily as a pilot you've helped encourage them to keep up with the rest of the team in small arms combat.

Silvar Valnetios is one of the elf like Hune. Though sometimes distant he is a capable fighter, always ready to charge into the thick of the action.

Talaat Matevosian is another Human. A close combat specialist he has a fierce rivalry with Silvar, always striving to outdo him.

Vayall Trin'qua is a Dro'all Noble. Though still among the richest families of House Meros they've had trouble adjusting to the fall. A gifted sharpshooter.

As for you, you're nobody special. Not even from a noble family like most of the others. Your parents however were loyal to the House when it would have been all too easy to leave it behind. Because of that loyalty you were sent to the academy to be trained. You now have a chance to become an Errant Knight under Dar'el Camdie's tutelage. You'll still be without lands or a legitimate title, but it would be a first step to refounding or reclaiming House Meros and setting things right.

You will be a Knight of the Dominion some day.

<span class="mu-i">“The Krieger Corp is the life for me,
A gun, bed and funeral for free.
That’s my lot in the Black Company.”</span>

It took the Earth 10 long years to die. Like every planet afflicted by the pervasive sentient plague that swept the galaxy at the turn of the 23rd century, aptly named <span class="mu-s">The Rot</span>, Earth’s demise was slow and agonising at first then violent and sudden by the end. The seas boiled and the air turned to ash in the wake of the continent-shattering orbital bombardments that cleansed her and a hundred other worlds.

20 years later, the dust of the Purification Wars has settled and the surviving xenos empires have finished carving up the remaining colonies of those less fortunate races between them, including those few left from Earth’s initial phase of expansion. Just rewards for the victorious alien’s part in saving the galaxy. The surviving human population, once many billions, now numbers in the mere millions. An entire race of refugees, vagrants and backwater outcasts begging, stealing and labouring as second-class citizens, servants or slaves under uncaring alien masters.

A lifetime of backbreaking work for stale recycled oxygen units and a handful of credits is the best fate most humans can hope for. Little wonder then that the violent but lucrative life of a mercenary holds such appeal. As the novelty of peace wears off and the rival alien nations rattle their sabres once more, human mercenaries are in high demand for their crude effectiveness and affordable prices.

And of all the human mercenary firms, there are none so infamous and so highly sought after as the services of the Black Company…

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