Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.

You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.


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Quest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):
>30 minute vote times
>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting
>Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled dice
>At ten minutes past your previous roll, and there are not yet enough rolls, you may roll an additional roll
>Crits are 100 on a d100
>99s or paired rolls may net you extra bonuses
>Crit fails are a 1/100 with no passing rolls, or if two 1s are rolled regardless of the third
>Write-ins are both allowed and encouraged, but OOC options will be ignored
>If your goal is simply to troll, at least put in enough effort to make it funny
>Have fun

SCQ will usually start on Saturdays at noon Eastern Standard Time, and run throughout the weekend. Also, for updates or schedule changes you can also find me on twitter @GrandDragonQM, which I keep as up to date with any scheduling changes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j61ts42E2Ms


UNIVERSAL SURVIVAL

You are Uzumaki Naori, leader of Amegakure village – something you did not come by easily.

There have been many moments over the years when you’ve come close enough to Death to feel his breath on the back of your neck, and you have the scars to show for it. Some days it’s come to feel as if you’ve become his right-hand woman. But some days… some days you actually face a genuine challenge that reminds you why you’ve fought so hard to get where you are. This day is rapidly shaping up to be one of the latter.

“Well then,” you sigh, rubbing idly at the back of your neck. “I wish that’d left me more time, but here we are.”

“How do you mean?” Fū asks with a little frown. “I mean I get you think he’s gonna make an attack today, I just didn’t follow the reasoning all the way.”

“If I had to guess he’d be after that brat my son ran into,” you reason, “the one Delta went to Konoha chasing after. He’s never shown any urgency, but either this fight’s put some urgency into him or it’s cleared the way depending on how Naruto and Sasuke fared.”

“Cause now Konoha’s weaker,” Fū nods.

“Konan-sensei and Kakashi-sensei are nothing to sneeze at, but they’re short of the raw power to face an enemy who can fight Naruto and Sasuke at the same time.” That’s not an indictment of either of them, to be fair. But they exist at a level of ‘extraordinary’ that doesn’t reap the benefits of close spiritual ties to demigods, which is what Naruto and Sasuke have both inherited after meeting with Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo.

“Correct me if I am mistaken about this, Naori-san,” Matatabi-han interjects, speaking again through Yugito’s voice, “but is conventional wisdom not that you are the ‘weakest’ among the three of you?”

You ponder that for a moment – it’s not exactly untrue. Naruto has Kurama while Sasuke has ‘natural’ rinnegan and fully-matured sharingan, and both of them have been enhanced by old man Hagoromo’s meddling. Not having a tailed beast means you’ll always be weaker than Naruto in terms of raw power, since that raw power magnifies the effects of senjutsu chakra to a point you can’t match even with your enhanced variation of the same basic form. Sasuke’s a bit harder to estimate, since much of his power comes from his dōjutsu rather than raw power, but the end result is about the same in many regards. Both can use massive chakra avatars that can level mountains for example.

You shrug. “So yeah, you know as well as I do, Matatabi-han… sometimes ‘conventional wisdom’ isn’t.”

Matatabi-han blinks Yugito’s eyes slowly, with a distinctly cat-like air of satisfaction. “Quite.”

“Then can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”
>1/?

Nine years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.

Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.

Strahnbrad was a quiet city, as quiet as a city full of soldiers could be, no one said anything that didn't need to be said. The civilians minded their own minds and stayed out and away from the Syndicate business. And this all suited Eligius well. For the past two weeks he had been working as a scribe to Malgren, the leader of the Syndicate forces in Strahnbrad with his “wife” Pai the Assassin helping him with the work. This had gotten Eligius close, but not close enough, at least not yet.

Durnholde had turned silent as well. The ancient forests once full of gnolls and their bickering had ceased with the campaign having reached its goals. The gnolls were dead, their warbands and camps destroyed, leaders killed. What had gathered the different armies of Hillsbrad and Durnholde together had vanished under their combined might. But with the victories came questions and obstacles. How long is the reach of the Syndicate? Are they connected with the pool of Fel found in the forest and how many swords and blades did they really provide the gnolls with? For Prince Alric a lot was ahead of him, but he wasn’t the only one who was on a mission.

Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!

…

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The Demon King has won. The reach of his dominion extends far, and where it doesn’t, all that’s left for the unconquered is to despair and live out their bleak lives in obscurity. Demons and monsters live alongside humans, elves, dwarves and other races now, taking their tithe of blood to sustain the King’s and nobles’ immortality and oppressing the regular people of the world for their entertainment.

You remember when things weren’t like this. When noble adventurers and avaricious sellswords alike assembled into parties that destroyed armies of the Dark, leading their brethren in an existential struggle the likes of which this world has never seen.

Your army was one they defeated as well. A pivotal moment in your life that led to you getting relegated to the court instead of the battlefield. From a general to a minor noble pushing papers, all day every day.

It makes you sick.

So sick, in fact, that you’d rather bring back human rule than suffer like this any longer. Maybe they’ll send you back to Hell. Maybe they’ll kill you. Maybe they’ll let you live in exchange for help.

Either way, it’ll be more FUN than whatever you’re doing right now.

But where do you start on this project? You need to remain covert in your endeavours lest you get exposed and executed.

You could consult the Hero Register under a forged order. It lists all the exceptional individuals that surface around the Kingdom. Not comprehensive, and many of them are in hiding, but it is a clue.

You could also establish friendly contact with a governor of some province. Granting a blood tax cut through some inconspicuous paperwork for their own lifespan’s benefit could get someone on your side. You’d still have to come up with a reason for whatever you do later, though - the demons probably wouldn’t look kindly on trying to overthrow their rule.

Preparing a backup plan in advance is an option as well. Buying property somewhere far under someone else’s name to retreat and hide in case shit goes south would be a good idea.

Of course, there are other options to lay the foundation of your revolution…

You think about all the possibilities while absentmindedly signing yet another document:
>Write-in name (*you're male)

Actions
>Consult the Hero Register.
>Establish friendly relations with a governor. Default approach: Blood tax cut. Optional: Write-in another approach.
>Set up Plan B. Default approach: Buying property under someone else’s name to repurpose into a hideout. Optional: Write-in another approach.
>Write-in.

You can also ask me questions. I’ll be honest, I’m mostly improvising, but I’ll answer to the best of my ability. Puts some meat on the world lore as well.

See Our OCs' OCs Edition

>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!
Currently, we're at full capacity as far as threads on /qst/ are concerned. However, there's always the chance that space for another player may grow in the future, or that you simply wish to play outside of /qst/ and the quests hosted here. 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!

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

In the land of Orrosta, the old gods are stirring once more. The wrath cycle, a never ending war for control over the planet, starts anew. Drakkaru, (the god of dominion) thought to be dead by the other gods, is nearly free of the prison which has bound him for so long, and the Bellatists, (those who worship him), are gathering their strength. Cultists, full of hatred and malice, or perhaps simply stupidity, perform dark rituals of void, allowing for horrid creatures to escape their confinement. The horsemen of death and bloodshed ravage the land, leaving little but destruction. New elemental lords emerge, ready to consume the world. Yet, some good does stand. Mechaine (The god of machines, innovation and commerce), prepares the tin heads and men of iron, to strike out against the corruptive forces. Selene and the sons of Solantis work to uphold virtue and honor in the hearts of men. In this endless struggle, small forces can tip the balance. Can a ragtag group of adventurers discover the true nature of the world, and finally put an end to the wrath cycle?
This is a very loosely structured sandbox adventure, set in a world of my making. The sky is the limit for what can be done. If you wish to join, just give me a brief overview of your character, and we can work to make it in line with the lore of the world. I intend to properly start in roughly 3 days, so ensure you submit a character before then if you want to join. I did attempt to do this once before, but 4chan was hacked, so here is attempt two.
(Another note. If you wish to play a spellcaster, depending on the spellcaster, you will need to put in a lot of legwork into making spells, since some magic is very open ended.
Also, when I say sandbox, I mean that nothing is going to happen unless you try to initiate it, so if you do not want a world where you have to instigate things, this is not the quest for you. There are plenty of storylines available, but you have to prod around a bit to find em.)

You are a cell. You are living your best cell life, just doing cell things, like replicating, growing and metabolizing, synthesizing proteins, and moving around. Then, suddenly, one day, one of your neighbor cell starts doing unusual things. Your neighbor cell is spreading out and pushing up into your space. Is this allowed?

What are you going to do about it?

>Mind your own cell business as usual
>Try to interrogate the neighbor cell for more information
>Give your neighbor cell your mitochondrias
>Kill the offending neighbor cell

Patmo-Shoka.

Once upon a time, the facility had been a sacred secret of the people of Yakh-Yubh, a primordial race of the ancient Earth. Marrying their peoples’ mastery of runic arts with the bio-alchemical and spiritual arts of the Gods Above, they had turned this inauspicious facility into the cradle of civilizations which would long outlast them: those which the world knows as Dwarf, Gnome, and Halfling, among others. In time, they forgot their ancestors, their origins. They forgot the price they paid.

They forgot those whom they left behind.

This world is full of such forgotten things. Some are kept secret by concerted conspiracy—old shames, terrible truths. Many more simply fall by the wayside, when they have outlived their usefulness to gods and kings.

A warrior race of mongrel folk—neither beastman nor demihuman, neither wholly Dark nor Light—created to wage a war long since settled.

The Unseelie outcasts of the chaotic good Wild Gods—immortal True Fey, cut off from their creators’ love for ancient crimes against their own kind, and for practicing their cherished freedom in untoward ways.

A bastard child of a bastard child, a demigod half-shaped and misbegotten, with mind and body in such external flux that it can never know true peace.

Those who the people of Patmo-Shoka knew as barbarians, though they were so very alike: the goblinoid lineages whose powerful kin denied them the gift of magic, of the soul, and of a life beyond this mortal coil and a fate beyond scraping for scraps on the outskirts of polite society.

But just because one is denied a destiny, it doesn’t mean one dies. Things which are cast aside sometimes have a bad habit—wicked, worrisome, and perhaps just a little admirable—of clinging on, and coming back…

For <span class="mu-r">better</span>. Or for <span class="mu-g">worse</span>.

You are Marnie, of no last name, and you want nothing more than to escape your artificial life. For the last several weeks, you’ve been training alongside your Digimon Partner, Phascomon, and have recently bonded enough to unlock the secret of Digivolution.

With the combined strength of you and your allies, you seek to ascend The Tower and defeat its mighty guardian, so you can leave City 87-O and live your life as a human should; out there in the real world.

But first, you have to survive the many threats coming your way, whether they take the form of hostile Digital Lifeforms, or the iron claw of the City’s enforcement units.

Where last your story left off, you entered a network subsystem in search of your missing friend— enigmatic Code Cracker Doc Cracker. With the help of a City-employed pair of Digimon that you threatened into cooperation, you managed to locate him, as well as the old enemy of yours that abducted him.

Now, it's time to fight back.


==

Last Thread
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216903/

An uneasy feeling creeps over you as you spent long hours sitting at Barbeau’s bedside, slowly settling in until it becomes inescapable. It takes you a while to realise just what the feeling is. Looking at Barbeau’s face – haggard and worn, brought to the edge of destruction by what he experienced here – feels somehow like a premonition, a glimpse at your own future. Still, you endure the grim feeling for the sake of learning what Barbeau knows, what he’s able to tell you in his rare moments of lucidity.

Time passes, hours turning into days, but you pay little attention as it creeps by – until, that is, your patience finally hits its limit.

Walking on stiff, aching limbs, you skulk back to the company dormitory and all but slam the door behind you. A few eyes turn your way, disinterested employees glancing up at the sudden sound. Ignoring them, you march towards one of the bedrooms at the rear. As you walk, your foot clips against a footlocker carelessly left jutting out into the open. It doesn’t hurt at all, considering your heavy hiking boots, but it’s enough for your temper to flare. With a snarl, you kick the container across the room with a loud bang, scattering the meagre contents across the dorm.

“Isambard!” Alex scolds, looking up from his book. He sees something in your face, then, and the sharpness fades from his eyes. Quickly rising from his chair, he grabs your arm and pulls you away from the staring eyes. Ushering you into one of the bedrooms and firmly shutting the door behind him, he looks you up and down. “What’s wrong?” he asks, before sighing, “Isambard… when was the last time you ate anything? Or slept?”

“I’ve slept enough,” you lie, waving away his concerns.

“What is it, then?” Alex continues, concern darkening his face, “Did Adrian say something?”

“Adrian didn’t say a damn thing!” you spit, “He doesn’t know anything about the Stryx, about anything. This whole trip was a waste of time.”

“Oh come on, lad! Adrian and his wife are alive because of us,” he retorts with a frown, “Two lives saved. I’d hardly call that a waste of time.”

“Two lives saved, but how many people died because of us? Because of me?” you hiss, lowering your voice to a whisper. Ossian’s words surface in the dark waters of your mind as Alex falls silent. For all their sins, the real trouble only started when you arrived. “Madness and death follow wherever I go, Alex,” you continue, “Will I be swallowed up by it too, one day? Will any of you?”

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