Pick race and location.

Pick race and location, except for those I marked with a big X, I don't wanna run those.

No write-ins for the race, please, just stick to the ones in the picture.

I'm on vacation so I'll be running sessions daily, I hope to run at least one full thread, later on we'll see if it goes anywhere.

First to three votes goes, or if we don't have enough in one hour I'll just roll with whatever votes we have.

The dark halls of the facility were illuminated by a small pocket torch, it scanning the floor for debris whilst avoiding the darker parts further ahead. Aden made sure not to alert his presence too much, just using the torch he had found to get an idea of his surroundings. The lack of night vision made traversing the ruins rather tough, but he kept hopes up. "I think we're getting close to that office space. I just hope the directions those scientists gave aren't wrong." He'd say softly, as his draconic friend nodded along quietly. "Well, we don't have too many places to go, right?" Toyotama said more quietly, to which Aden scoffed in amusement. "Well, we could skip the elevator, and just try our luck with the green section. Then again, last thing I heard of it, some insane rabbit subject got killed there and it's now being swarmed by people."

Aden and Toyotama had set out a plan for themselves, yet were not all that well prepared for the future. Aden just had a small pistol, with nothing else to help out. At least he still had some heavy armour to protect himself with. Though as they headed northwards, they would start taking notice of more and more concerning sights. "I can sense quite a bit of blood ahead. Those offices must've seen plenty of battles." She commented reluctantly, which did pique Aden's interests. Though as they got closer and closer to the offices, they'd start hearing noises coming from behind them. Looking behind them, they saw several shapes moving closer in the darkness behind them. "Shit, shit, shit." Aden mumbled as he looked around for a way out. Once he saw a side-chamber, he'd signal Toyotama to follow. "Quick, in here." He'd rush to the sliding door, trying to open it up yet finding it to be something of a struggle. The sound quickly got closer and closer, Toyotama panicking as well. "A-Aden, Aden! What do we do?! They're coming over to us! I-I don't wanna get in trouble!"

Toyotama tried to speak with a hushed voice, but her panic made it a bit louder. Aden hushed her, before forcing her between himself and the wall. "Stay behind me. Don't show yourself and keep quiet. I'll deal with them." He was clearly anxious, yet tried to keep his cool at this imminent threat. The footsteps got closer and closer, until Aden could see the outlines of five guardsmen with strange cloths covering them. He'd hold out his pistol, and waited for the guards to go into the offense. However, Aden would notice the guards running past him and Toyotama, not even seeming to take notice of the two, despite him showing himself with the torch he had. It left him stunned, as the guardsmen rapidly rushed forward without pause. "A-Aden, w-what are they..." Toyotama mumbled quietly, not even finishing her sentence. Aden stepped forward and looked ahead. "Those were... guardsmen. Facility guardsmen. Were they running from something?" He said, as Toyotama seemed rather confused.

You dismounted from Scar with a little effort, turning to help the diminuitive maid who'd joined you down in turn. She probably could have gotten down on her own, but you'd be lying if you said your prior conversation hadn't left you more aware of her. There were too many implications for you to unpack right now, though... 'When you got time' was what you wanted to say, but the thought alone elicited a bitter chuckle.

While you had Asche firmly in hand, you took the opportunity to question her earlier reluctance. "Asche, be honest with me. If you and Maran seriously come into conflict, will you be okay?"

Silent guilt shadowed her carefully neutral features. Your grip on her shoulders tightened, firmly holding her in place. She was going to answer before either of you left this spot, and you'd stare the ashamed maid down until she did.

"Mutual suppression is safe." She explained with a small voice. "To break her... Likely also mutual."

"..." You sigh, flopping a hand over Asche's head to ruffle her hair, much to her distress. By the time you'd worked out your irritation with the little maid, it would take her several minutes to try and right it all again - A task she reluctantly set about trying to do immediately.

While it felt heartless, you genuinely did not have the time to comfort Asche the way she probably needed; You couldn't even begin to guess at what had gotten so twisted up in her heart and mind over this past year as to leave her in the state she was in... For now, you resolved yourself to keep an eye on her.

Having appropriately scolded her, you left the maid to make herself presentable and turned your attention towards the pair of Resuri guards who'd kept a watchful eye on you since you arrived atop Scar. You couldn't recall if they were ones you had met the night prior when dropping off the drugged mayor. Did it matter? Probably not. That was sometime ago, though, so shifts had to have changed by now...

"Ser Valen." One guard nodded as you approached, his companion standing straighter at attention. "Welcome back. Please head inside, the meeting won't start for a little while longer."

"Meeting?" You cut your eyes between the guards, a suspicious frown tugging at your lips. "What meeting?"

The unknown meeting going on was curious, you'd even go so far as to call it suspicious considering they seemed to have expected you to attend, but despite this, what had immediately set you on edge was that they had just known who you were. You didn't have to introduce yourself, argue over your bloodline, or threaten people with consequences- They just saw you walk up and greeted you.

...And you hated that this was what made you suspicious.

hello. i am NOT skilled at any doxxing, hacking, etc. but i know this site as an absolute hacker paradise. i wanna meet some anons cause they can go up to exposing people to making changes to the world to spoilers, to pranks.. its crazy! if you know any anon that i can meet (in 4chan or X of course) please tell me.

This is part 3 of the "side quest" for "Disappearing Hogwarts".
An unofficial alternate timeline based on HeadQM´s highly praised quest, Disapeparing Hogwarts.
Reading the original story is not exactly necessary but heavily encouraged.
Created mostly as a place to wait while HeadQM was away for a while but slowly evolved into his own thing.
Dont expect much quality but if you are looking for a slow quest that somehow is now in its 3rd thread, to pass the time and scratch that wizarding themed itch, you are more than welcome to join.

Your name is Brandon Tedmon, Hogwarts new Caretaker and previously a Ravenclaw student.

Peeves ripped your out foot.
Merlin himself is stuck in your head.
You may or may not have a girlfriend.
And things are getting weirder by the day.
What will happen now? lets find out!

Part 2 here >>6080818

The child stumbles up the worn cracked steps. She drops one - then two - small pieces of hardened flax-bread into your offering bowl, ringing it like a gentle bell.

"I'm lost..." she whispers, balling her fists in a semblance of prayer. "...please...please..."

You wish to tell her that you control naught but the soft noonday breeze and the flow of dew upon bladed grass. You wish to tell her that you are a god of nothing.

But your voice vanishes between the tall, rustling trees. It has been a very long time since you last heard a prayer.

>[SUNWARD] - Help her look sunward. [-1 FAITH]

>[SEAWARD] - Help her look seaward. [-1 FAITH]

"In need of money? Unemployed? Join the POLYTECH expedition to the old planet of Old Earth! No need to buy equipment or weapons! Recruiting...recruiting...recruiting..." You slowly gain your senses, as you wake up on a snowy field. You look around and you see a crashed airplane-sized spaceship, broken in two and covered in flames. There are bodies around it...Must be your crew. You see a man In the distance, but he is far away. You have time to prepare for his arrival.

>Name: Nathan Cooper
>Role: Mechanic
>Personal: An Englishman. Dreamed to be an engineer, but dropped university. Is very good with repairing radios, weapons and technology. Analyses every move and is keen to diplomatic solutions.
>Difficulty: “We got this man! We got this by the ass!” Your skill in analization helps you predict the possible outcome of the fights. You are more likely to find a peaceful way to resolving the conflict. Your skills in repairing can help you in reaching out to any other survivors here

>Name: Yuriy Kovalev
>Role: Squad leader
>Personal: Russian. Used to be an officer in the army, taking part in the uprising against the new POLYTECH government. Accepted the job, due to hitting his rock bottom. Aggressive, but is still a team player. A professional in unarmed combat and leadership.
>Difficulty: “God, help me” You are a good leader and have a lot of skill in fist combat. But you are still a very aggressive person, which can lead to conflicts inside your own group

What the name implies. I'm trying to get over some GMing nerves and figured, what the heck? Why not a quest.

Most of these don't make it past chargen so I'll keep it simple: pick a feat, a race, a background, a class, and (optionally) pitch some backstory. I'm completely down for homebrew and I'll use 5e because basic.

**Chapter 1: Blood and Ashes**

It was early dawn when the abbess had roused us. I was still rubbing rheum from my eyes when we'd unceremoniously shuffled out of sullen halls of St. Elise— the orphanage I'd spent the 16 years and three seasons of my life— and into a truck, cramped and packed with about two-dozen or so prospective soldaten for the Emethian war-horde.

The gruel we'd eaten early in the morn stung acrid at the back of my throat for each lurching turn we took towards Raubzpich. I was doing my best not to stain my clothes, pressing my face into my moth-eaten rucksack with the little belongings I still had. I remember the deafening pitter-patter of rain against canvas, the flickering shadows cast by the singular swaying oil lamp illuminating the cabin, and the occasional flash of lightning that burned through my eyelids before the boom of thunder would rattle my bones. When we'd arrived at our destination, they said it was only noon, but the storm had blocked out the sun, and I could scarcely avoid tripping over my worn shoes as we were herded into the fort, a lumbering crowd of children no older than eighteen, shivering and smelling of rain trudging through the mud, following the lights of the officers like giant silken moths.

We were first forced to relieve ourselves of our belongings, then our hair, then our clothes. After that, we were *inspected*.

No, measured. Holes violated, eyes, ears, teeth, and gums scrutinized, dark blood drawn and spit collected into twin glass vials. The crook of my elbow still stung when we were forced into the showers, as the mage who'd drawn my blood took a sample of my humors twice after the first needle had bent painfully into my flesh.

I shuffled under a waiting showerhead, averting my eyes from the nude forms of conscripts readily chatting away around me, preferring to stare at the blotches of scarlet rushing down my skin, between the tiles, and into the drain. I reached out, fingers grazing the copper dial, twisting it slowly. My eyes fluttered shut as a torrent of warmth surged over my skin, driving the chill from my bones. St. Elise didn't have warm baths, just a rag and a bucket you had to draw water from the well outside yourself.

I wasn't quite sure if I could get used to the life as a conscript just yet, but this was a definite plus.

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