You are an EVIL WIZARD, and recently, some fucking paladin shitheads blew up your vacation home for “crimes against king and kingdom”. You weren’t even killing anyone important there! Just some fucking peasentry and they were the ones trespassing!

You have decided enough is enough, and that you are going to conquer the shit out of the world or die trying.

Choose your NAME

>Zytrec
>Vilebeard
>A’nun
>(Write in)

Choose your TITLE

>The Inferno (Pyromancy, Dakka Dakka Dakka and Big Fireballs.)
>The Deadking (Necromancy, Shitload of Minions and Supply Lines are for Pussies)
>The Bloodied (Demonology, Quality Minions and Strong Rituals)
>The Desolation (Hexology, Debuff Spam and Cursed items)
>The Mystic (Arcane, Jack of all trades option)

Also if you feel like it upload a picture of what you want to look like.

After retreating to your DARK TOWER, you have decided your first conquest will be the nearby city of Enerica. It’s decently sized, and well defended though it hasn’t seen any real conflict before.
>Go in guns fucking blazing, smash through the gate, and start killing your way to the ruler’s castle.
>Gather/Summon an army and prepare for a Siege.
>Just start lobbing spells over the walls for a few days then demand they surrender and make you ruler.
>write in

Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%202nd%20Primarch%20Quest
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"Philosophy?" The Engine Near of Environmental Rejuvenation, the newest of that most esteemed council of technological sages, Exhaust 72, said as if testing the word. Ever fair Kanzeon, leaned down and with a smile that could cleanse the heavens themselves of strife, giggled and explained

"You should know my scholar is rather fixated with philosophy. You've read his attempt to preserve his kindhearted beliefs and share his world view with the world"

"Yes, The pamphlet titled the Journey was one of the first cultural exchanges we received. I find its tales to be a great source of wisdom, even if the poeticism of its lectures are somewhat overblown" The Engine Near hummed "So, you wish to discuss philosophy? Should've prepared for this, when hosting a philosopher"

"Among other things. Like your experiences with the natural world, will allow us both to understand eachothers three views much more clearly" You answer, smiling brightly despite the grunge and grime of your surroundings deep in the quarry of the soil revival center of Eternal Celestial engine

"I do not see how the that will promote deeper comprehension between our beliefs, of which I have more than three" He states, as the guided tour stops to admire a machine threshing long infertile and polluted soil to break it up, soften it and allow for its ease of transport to a different facility to cleanse it of its contaminants

"And that is because you are no philosopher. And three views is a term from Long-Jian" Kanzeon once against explain "To broadly refer to an individuals beliefs about life, the wider world and their personal values"

"Shangralan idioms baffle even the most studious minds, yet I still do not see how discussing nature will expedite our mutual understanding" Exhaust 72 states soberly, their three mechanical eyes staring towards the distance ceiling

"Much can be learned through meditating and ruminating on nature, one can learn much of the nature of the importance of struggle against seemingly unsurmountable odds by watching Carp try to swim upstream to challenge a waterfall" You answer, clapping your hands thrice in the manner Guozhi used to do "You have a fondness for nature, and speak of its designs, let us speak at length of what you, I and Kanzeon have borne witness to in nature and wax philosophical as we walk"

"I suggest our dear Engine Near leads the discussion" Kanzeon said with a jackalish smirk and Exhaust let out a drawn out sigh as he gathered and arranged his thoughts, trying to discern how best to begin a discussion of a subject he was nearly entirely unfamiliar with.

"Struggle. One flaw in the biological systems of the Ever Running Engine that I have noticed, is that more oft than the failures experienced by the manufactured replicas of their grand designs we maintain" They start
Cont

You have to assault this bunker with 5 people in it. Roll with your posts.

You can request any resources needed from your command, but it might get denied if it's absolutely absurd.

The bunker is a forward position 2km from a small town.

The air in the divine chamber reeks of vanilla incense and spite. The Goddess Morrigoth leans back on her obsidian throne, her fishnet clad legs crossed as she scrutinizes you with a look of pure disdain.
"What do you mean you think having multiple girlfriends is 'degenerate'?" she drawls, blowing a plume of smoke from her cigarette.

You clear your throat, standing your ground. "It's simple. I'm a one woman man. I don't do harems. And furthermore..." you snicker pointing to her outfit, "Why are you dressed like a slut? I thought you were supposed to be a big time goddess or something right? Did your husband really allow you out of the house looking like that?"

A vein pulses in her forehead as she slightly grits her teeth. Theres a palpable tension in the air. She glances at the stack of papers in her hands... Your entire life summary on paper for her viewing pleasure... She scoffs with contempt at you. "Ah. Now I see. You're one of THOSE types."

You smirk. "What type is that sugar-tits? The kind of dude that doesn't simp for BITCHES?" If you insult her, that might keep her on the defensive...

She responds smoothly "You're a long way from home and your cute little internet forum posting pepes and wojaks! Making threads about how to 'tradmaxx'... Posting gender war shit! Right wing propaganda? You make me sick!"

Fuck... She really does have your whole life in front of her... That ain't good... Still, you can't show weakness!
"HEY FUCK YOU, YOU FAGGOT GODDESS!"

Morrigoth takes a slow drag, her crimson eyes burning at you. Then, in a flash, she's in your face, her clawed grip wrenching your collar choking the life out of you as you struggle to breathe! "I could scatter your fucking atoms across the cosmos and have each one of them screaming in agony for as long as I want just as a practical joke! But no... I'm gonna give you your fucking Isekai dream, and I'm going to purposely fuck you up at every step of the way!"

You try to push her off, but she's way too strong!

"Guys like you think you're so fucking tough huh? Just wait till you fucking get in there, glass bones and paper skin won't even be the half of it once I'm done with you!" She spits to the side with venomous contempt. Her tone is low and menacing. And you're sure she has every intention of absolutely making your new life hell. She shoves you away. And sighs,

"But before I send you off. I gotta give you the obligatory overpowered cheat thing..." She grumbles and remarks softly, "It'd hardly be sporting of me if I didn't..."

<span class="mu-s">Basic Lore:</span>
The year is 4E 500. For nearly one thousand years, the world of Taerel has been ravaged by the kin’toni plague, a sickness that converts those inflicted into kin’toni, vampiric monsters seeking the blood of the zu’aan. Forget the power of technology, the world has been sent back to a new dark age. The tools used are stone, bronze and iron, as the means of advanced technology has been lost. Only the rusting remnants of a past age remain. The once-mighty cities of the Xenea Zu'aan Empire, the Ka'orn Kingdom and the other once-powerful nations now rot and rust away as overgrown ruins. The once grand hive cities, once home to millions are now only home to savage kin'toni clans and primitive zu'aan.

In the Awakening Age, the zu'aan was hunted, the kin'toni relentless, and the zu'aan had to form primitive tribes shunning all technology in order to survive. Even in the Twilight Age, these tribes were and still are always on the move to evade the much more numerous kin'toni clans, hungry for their blood and wishing to convert them to grow their numbers. In the Twilight Age, there were zu'aan who managed to form cities due to the cession of hunting by the kin'toni, who were busy with their own matters. These cities use high walls and their armies in order to keep the wandering clans of kin'toni away. Such cities still have to be wary of gaining too much attention from the kin'toni as otherwise they may be overwhelmed by a hungering horde.

The Xerea Empire still stands as remnants beyond the mountains of Qobvoudon, on the Aqidwyz landmass. Their capital, Kran-Xtar is built within the monumental hive city ruins of Xae'dehar. The Xerea empire's remnants still have some of the technology of their golden age, but even that is dwindling. In the darkness of the forgotten parts of Xae'dehar, there are kin'toni, waiting for the day to rise. They are only standing due to their walled cities and unity. The many warring kin'toni clans live in the wilderness and dominate the globe, their numbers legion. They adapt to the land around them, with biological mutations. They again are primitive, lacking the secrets of the Old World's technology.

Even in the Shattering of 4E 100-150, a time of great war and darkness, the wars happening due to a lack of resources due to the volcanic winter that blocked out the skies and cast the world into a pail of darkness and cold. Even the lack of food and the conflict did not destroy civilization, the zu'aan and kin'toni endured. But, this new and somewhat stable age is ending, a new ice age is coming with icy sheets from the North and South of Taerel, freezing all in its path. The ice age can not be stopped or delayed, the end will come in time. Groups may be able to delay the end, but they are only buying time. The ice will crush all under its freezing embrace. The glacial end is coming, will they survive?
https://taerel.com/w/Taerel_Worldbuilding_Wiki:New_Reader_Guide

The Fifth Thread of Fatale Albion!

<span class="mu-s">The Fatale Albion Thread Archive:</span>
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Fatale%20Albion

<span class="mu-s">Other Threads by Lumina Canima:</span>
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=meguca+royale

<span class="mu-s">INTRO</span> (Please do not skip this)

◕ Fatale Albion is a Spin-Off of Lumina Canima’s “Meguca Royale”, taking place in the U.K. York specifically at the moment. Two players are currently taking part in this game. They each will answer to their own prompts with their own characters. This Quest will have major spoilers for PMMM, so if you haven’t watched it yet and don’t want me to ruin it for you, watch it right now or else. If you still want to read and participate in this quest then I’ll have something to show you.


◕ In the previous thread our two relevant Puella Magi, Abigail and Stephanie, found out that there is a Witch in the school they are going to. Stephanie buried a couple of Familiars then fulfilled the Britbong's ultimate dream of almost killing a demon with a football kick. Abigail found the Labyrinth Entrance (on her first search as well, twisted luck). And Stephanie might get a free Grief Seed!

<span class="mu-s">OTHER STUFF</span>

>Can I also join in the suffering?

I’ve decided that I’m accepting new players for now. Just fill in this Contract Form and you’ll be all set.

Name: (The name of your character. Shameless Self-Insert or not)
Appearance: (The garish looks of your character. Clothing descriptions are also welcome.)
Quirks: (Personality traits, how they behave. Examples of how they act in specific situations are good. This space is vague intentionally, but remember: Simplicity is power and Brevity is the Soul of Wit.)
Wish: (The Wish that you made with your Incubator. Your magical ability and theme is influenced heavily by your Wish. Make sure to be careful, some wishes have unforeseen consequences.)

The age of ice has passed, and the great beasts and monsters roam the land. Humanity is a flicker in the darkness, a handful of souls huddled together for warmth and safety. Your people are one such flicker. You have traveled far, through lands of biting wind and clinging mud, seeking a new home. Now, you stand at the edge of a new life, and the story of your tribe is about to be written.

But first, you must remember who you are. What is the story you tell your children around the fire?

[ ] The Survivors: "Our world was once a mountain of fire that spewed black rock and ash. We are the few who escaped its wrath, finding refuge in this new, green valley. We are cautious, for we know how quickly the world can turn to ruin."

Starting Population: 3 (1 Hunter, 1 Gatherer, 1 Shaman).

Unique Trait: Cautious: You are less likely to encounter dangerous world events but have a harder time innovating.

[ ] The Exiles: "We were cast out from the great Sun-Tribe for speaking against the elders. They called our ideas 'unnatural.' We call them 'progress.' We will build our own tribe in our own way and prove them wrong."

Starting Population: 3 (1 Hunter, 1 Gatherer, 1 Crafter).

Unique Trait: Ambitious: Your tribe generates progress toward Innovation events faster than normal but starts with lower Morale.

[ ] The Pilgrims: "A vision from the Sky-Spirits led us here, to this sacred grove. We are few, but our faith is strong. We know that if we honor the spirits, they will provide for us and guide us to greatness."

Starting Population: 2 (1 Gatherer, 1 Shaman).

Unique Trait: Devout: Your tribe has a higher chance of triggering positive spiritual events, and your Shaman is more effective at managing Morale.

New OP Edition

>PREVIOUS THREAD
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6253906/

>What is this?
"The Mystery Dungeons 2e" is a text-based role-playing game created to expand on the setting created by the spinoff series, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. This has no story relation to the first quest, and is its own new story. Players still isekai themselves into the world and become Pokémon, going on adventures with their newfound guild mates! SFW ONLY

A deeper explanation of rules, related pages, and whatnot can be found here:
https://rentry.org/tmd2many_rules

>I'd like to participate!
This current arc is coming to a close. When that happens (and you’ll know when), we may have a spot for another foreigner to join the world of Pokémon…or even for a native to enter the stage and become Something More. Until Then…there are other ways to participate, about which you can learn and do here: https://matrix.to/#/#the-mystery-dungeons-2nd-edition:matrix.org

>Okay, now what?
After you've read up and familiarized yourself with the rules and setting, be sure to hop into the Element: https://matrix.to/#/#the-mystery-dungeons-2nd-edition:matrix.org. Everything that doesn't involve Main Quests occurs here and is helpful for coordination.

Character sheets and the guide to making them can be found here: https://rentry.org/tmd2many_characters

If you feel you might need help, feel free to ask!

Previous threads and summaries can be found here:
https://rentry.org/tmd2many_days

Our LIVE main adventures start on Tuesdays/Saturdays around 6:30PM CST in this thread! Usually.

Namefag as your character, with your item and level!
e.g. Sparks, Lv. 56 Pikachu
e.g. Sparks L.56 (Sneak Scarf/Team Shock)

Oi, Gathah round, Boyz!

Dis iz a tale not like any 'eard befor! S'got Epik WAAAAGHS, 'Uge Choppas, da Dakkiest Shootahs, shiniez a'plenty, proper skrapz , brutal krumpin, Ladz boaf weird an ded ard! S'even got a Gork an Mork innit !

All'n'All, itz Rite Legendery!

An' da best part iz, dat t'all appened! 'onest!

It beginz a long time 'go, on a wee planet umiez kalled "Hi-raethe". But dats stoopid. Da Orks 'ad a bettah name for it. But dats me gettin' heada myself. Dey say it wuz green, but not even orky. Da Umiez there herded squigs a'plenty. but deez humiez wuz week! Datz wut da Pink Spikey boyz fort! They kame in an krumped most a da week umiez, an took da tuff wunz. Den, dey grinded up da squigs to a powdah, an snorted it. But da blue an yellow beakiez 'ated dat. dey came over and gave da pink spiky boys a gud thrashin. but befor dey wuz all squashed, da Pink spiky boys sent out a call to WAAAAAGH, and da ovva Spiky boyz listened gud. Dey kame ovah, and beet da tar out da beakies. One ting led to anovva, and da hole of da planet was stomped flat. All dose ships krashed down on da now brown an dusty planet dat de Orks kall "Skrapheep"! Now datz a gud name!

'Ang on it getz bettah!

Wun day, a sertain tribe wuz undah attak by freebootahs, but da tribe... dey 'ad a trikk up dere sleeve, in de vent of a mergency such as diz.

A cave full to da brim with fresh yoofs, ready to spring up an throttle dem freebootahs. An wun a deez Yoofs wuz...

'Old on, I've... lost it. Zog.

Wate! Dont go, I hav it now. Da tribe and yoof wuz...

The road into Perdition is a river of mud and horseshit, baked hard at the edges where the sun can reach, but still wet enough in the middle to suck at your mare's hooves with every step. You've been riding since before dawn, and the dust has worked its way into every crease of your black coat—the same coat you wore when you stood behind a pulpit, back when you still believed the words coming out of your mouth.

Marshal Josiah Thorne. That's what the badge in your saddlebag says, though you haven't pinned it on yet. No sense advertising before you know the lay of the land.

Ahead, where the road narrows between two ramshackle buildings that mark the town's edge, three men stand waiting. They've arranged themselves like they've done this many times before—one in the middle of the road, two flanking. The one in the middle, a thick-necked brute with a beard like steel wool, raises his hand.

"That's far enough, stranger."

You rein in your mare, keeping your hands visible but relaxed. The other two—younger, hungrier-looking—have their hands resting on their six-shooters. Brothers, from the look of them. Same weak chin, same mean little eyes.

"Road toll," the bearded one says, spitting tobacco juice into the mud. "Five dollars to enter Perdition. Town ordinance."

You've seen this play before. Different towns, same sin. These would be the Clayton brothers—the telegram mentioned them. Local muscle, too stupid to be the real problem, too dangerous to ignore.

"Render unto Caesar," you mutter, more to yourself than them. Old habits.

"What's that?" The one on the left shifts, suspicious.

"Nothing. Just considering my options." You shift in your saddle, deliberately slow, non-threatening. Your Colt .45 sits heavy on your hip, and the Winchester in your saddle scabbard is loaded. But there's also five dollars in your vest pocket, and you're not officially on duty for another hour.

The bearded one grins, showing yellow teeth. "Ain't but one option, preacher man. Pay up or turn around. 'Less you think you're fast enough to take all three of us."

The youngest one laughs. "He don't look that stupid, Jed."

What is your response?

A) Pay their ridiculous tax. You're not officially on the clock yet, and there's no profit in starting your tenure with bloodshed.

B) Try to talk them down. Appeal to whatever passes for reason in men like these.

C) Make an example of them. Your hand finds your pistol's grip.

D) Write-in