<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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You are Marnie, a 16 year old girl living in a digital ark known as City 87-O. All your life, you've wanted to leave, and just recently, you've come close. Along with your Digimon partner, Phascomon, you climbed the Tower at the center of the City and came close to exiting through the spinning vortex that serves as the only way out.

Alas, your plan went awry, and the City's ultimate guardian thwarted your greatest dream. The shock and desperation pushed you to overexert your partner, triggering a Dark Digivolution that he only barely survived. With your partner wounded from the attempt, and your friendship frayed from the stress you put him through, you've only just began to set things right again.

Now, with your strength greatly diminished, you're continuing your journey with fresh eyes. This time, you'll climb the Tower and escape this stifling playpen. This time, you won't lose sight of what matters. This time, for sure, you and your partner will finally be free.

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You’ve been a Guttermage. You’ve been the first and greatest lich. Now, you once again have been granted the gift of life.

You are Atrebor, once known by the moniker of “Immortal King”. Now, having been defeated by the heroes and forced to prematurely inhabit the fruit of an incomplete experiment, you find yourself weakened and lacking in information as a decade stands between the time of your waking and your more than timely demise. You now find yourself wandering the world, hoping to recover your lost power, unlock the hidden potential of your divine constitution, and uncover the mystery behind the hero Michael’s mysterious disappearance.

In your search of mana cores— the crystallization of magic power— and a means of gaining a foothold in human society, you find yourself in Gladisgard, the first line of defense between the humans and the heartless children of death, the Demon race. The situation is dire, with the revelation that the demons have crowned a <span class="mu-r">King</span>, spelling potential disaster for Gladisgard, and the world as you know it. As if that weren't crisis enough, a band of mysterious assailants have breached the fortress's mighty walls, unleashing a horde of monsters manipulated by powerful magicks through the Last Bulwark’s now compromised defenses.

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>You find the kidnapped lady by being kidnapped yourself
>With a little help, your egg daughter saves you
>The group rescues the kidnapped lady, but get shot
>Don't worry, you got better by the next day, and are sent out again to look for an anomaly
>You talk to an old homeless man and go shopping

The sun rises over the Smoky Mountains, revealing dew- and fog-covered valleys, the remnants of East Tennessee after the veil fall. The parting fog reveals a settlement, a mixture of old and new buildings with a definite medieval flair, a castle on a hill overlooking a medium town with people beginning to truly leave their homes for work. Whether it be working fields and shepherding herds or more skilled work like blacksmithing and carpentry.
However, to you this is the new beginning; your father lies buried in the graveyard next to the small orchard the family has maintained for generations. With his passing you are now the duke of Stone Bridge. A man you had once thought indestructible layed low by a poisoned arrow from some Swail clan scum. His armor had stopped dozens of arrows, spears, and axe strikes, but there is always one. What had been an attempt to open some communication to at least lessen the constant hostilities between some of the mountain clans and your own house, not to mention all the other houses and noble lords that dotted the rivers and hills just below the mountains, instead ended in the death of your father and some of his retinue by ambush.
Now though is not the time for grieving, for you are a Duke of Stone Bridge, and you must take your vengeance as all lords of the hills and rivers do through reiving, and you shall not just stop at some lives of their boys and whatever herds you can claim from Clan Swale today; no, you shall destroy their main winter settlement if you can as you stand from where you were kneeling before the cross that marks your father, and you begin sending riders to all who swear their arms to you in the outlying villages as you order your servants to prepare rooms for the lords and knights with a mustering space for their respective retinues.
This is a quest set in a post-apocalyptic America where, at least to your knowledge of the surrounding regions, it is anything from forest and mountain clans who only wear their highest chain and live a semi-nomadic lifestyle all the way to the early modern period, circa the English Civil War, with everything in between being possible. You and the lands you control have a tech level of mostly the hundred wars era equivalent with some things that are more advanced, like stagecoaches. Your stylings and culture are somewhat inspired by English border reivers, but you're more likely to have some full plate, but you will have more medium and lighter cavalry in the form of hobelars and similar things. Monsters and magic similar to fantasy do exist with monsters being not uncommon, some even talk of different races, but magic of any real power is incredibly rare.
Feel free to ask any questions you may have this my first time running a quest here
<span class="mu-g">What is your name [ write in ]
Are you married or at least betrothed already [ yes/no ]</span>

<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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Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. You're not here of your own volition, but you've grown used to your new life. By all accounts, you are a complete and total nobody to the Powers That Be.

Your job, frankly, sucks. You wake up, you spend hours upon hours studying fickle anomalies that could kill you at a moment's notice, you go to sleep, 30 GOTO 10. All so you can make money for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), the group who kidnapped you.

On the bright side, at least, you've been doing good at your job so far. You've been recently promoted for your hard work and you've been steadily earning more and more money from your research. At least you're making more money in one day than you did in a week during your last job.

It's cold comfort though. You can make all the money in the world but it doesn't change the fact you're stuck in the same ol' wringer. The same old rat race. Will you manage to make it out of here, you wonder, or will you die here? Left as nothing more than a rotten corpse in some random hallway in the facility.

Who's to say? All you can really do is to keep moving forward. One step at a time.

As for a recap of some notable things that happened recently?

You had an awkward, if friendly, reunion with your younger brother. He has gotten REALLY invested in religion and hey, if that helps him, you're not going to stop him.

You had another dream about the <span class="mu-r">Heart.</span> It's obsessed with you, but you still don't understand what it sees in you. Apparently it's also been pestering your brother and one of the corporate reps you work with, so who knows what its end game is?

You got a new anomaly called HARD TIMES but you don't know much about it still. All you know so far is that it REALLY loves to work and, hey, at least that's something you share in common with it.

You managed to resolve the situation Liz got herself involved with through some clever equipment usage and pure brute force. It feels nice to help people, you know? You even managed to help resolve a dispute she had with her friend Nicole.

Lastly, you subjected yourself to an incredibly painful shift by accepting five sponsorships that are going to make your job a nightmare. It'll make you a lot of money, yes, and it'll earn you a lot of respect with corpos. So the pain will be worth it, won't it?

That's your motto, Vince! You'll ENDURE at any cost! No matter how much your job sucks, no matter how much pain is inflicted on you, you'll keep moving. You are a flesh automaton and nothing, and you do mean NOTHING, will stop you from finishing your shift.

It's your obligation as a worker, after all!

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You are Bob Petter. Former genius delinquent student turned apocalyptic superhuman boytoy and stud to the deadliest VERY loosely defined women you could find. You admit you have uh...major issues when it comes to your taste in the opposite sex with a huge deathwish. Yet your big brain must also be sated, too. That is what hobbies are for...specifically SCIENCE! While everyone else struggles to survive, you have long concluded that such things are far beneath you. Better to live off deadly females and join the fun factions so you can focus on what you love most.

SEX and SCIENCE!

Who gives a fuck about the consequences? It's not like the world isn't already ruined and there isn't an ongoing apocalypse or anything. In fact, unlike most survivors, you arguably adapted to a disturbing degree and in doing so discovered your true self. To others, this is an end, but to you, it is a new beginning.

The only downside is that at times, you have to leave your comfy lab or bedroom. As for some stuff, you need to handle yourself, no matter how much you may want to delegate. After all, nobody else is gonna understand the needs and idiosyncrasies of a Hivemind abomination mountain of flesh with far too many heads and tentacles with an obsession with adding new heads to its collection and a strange interest in tentacles. That, for some reason, decided that rather than add your empty head to its collection, you would instead serve as a great see only intern to its glorious scientific abominable mind! At least the benefits are great, and you can finally get paid when your internship ends.

Plus your currently trying to avoid your adopted big sister, who may have sorta...be SUPER fucking pissed off at you for your activities. Hopefully, your fiancée will forgive you for dumping it on her, and she'll be able to handle it. You trust that mind-controlling witch to uphold her side of the deal. Just gotta consider what kind of gift you bring back for forgiveness...

Right now, it's honestly safer to be in the most dangerous part of a glowing city full of murderous machines, insane regenerating ghoul hordes on crack, and swarms of loose bioweapons that escaped containment. While the weather cannot make up its mind to settle on a radioactive blizzard, a hurricane, or some kind of anomaly like a gravitic firestorm. You are right in the very heart of it. Still safer than dealing with your big sister. Yes, she scares you that much. Also, yes, it's a major reason for your issues with women.

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It has been 100 years since ancient beings, known as the Old Ones, walked the Earth with their two strong feet. Now they are gone and we animals now rule the remains that they left behind. With our new knowledge of sword and sorcery, we were able to survive in peace for a while, but then came the three factions.
The Apes: Strong giants, claiming to be as just as the old ones and believe they should be the ones to rule over the new world.
The Pigs: An intellectual but slothful group who wish to rule the world with an iron hoof and remain kings while the others remained as dumb animals.
Then there the Lizards: A fast and large group that want to set the world a blaze. Trying to forget the harsh past that the old ones left.
All three sides wishing to go war and destroy one another to bring in what they believe to be true peace.
But, unbeknownst to everyone, there was another group. One that was trying their best to find a way to heal everyone. To bring back order.
You found it.... and now you are taking care of it.

A D&D Homebrew Adventure.

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Car chases come and go, but it’s deterring your hostage’s saviors that makes the difference in life. That sounded pretty evil, but it’s about you taking the leader of the mafia to the police — so it’s a gray area. You feel like you were sidelined for a good while, waiting for Judith and her crew to get ready to meet your team. It’s almost like someone shoved you inside a bag and let you fester in there for a day. Nobody should endure that.

That’s why you have been listening to Bubbles. The plucky girl is doing a report about how your pals around town are faring in these trying times. This gangster debacle is a city wide event after all. Everyone is fine so far, but there’s more to say!

“Sorry, everyone! I mentioned Jackey Frosties, and our amazing maid here brought me some. You know how it goes.” Scarlet apologizes for the sudden break.

“Couldn’t you eat after you were done talking...?” Vera is in this group call.

“And let it melt? Hello? That’s a big no-no. This is peak ice cream condition, and you know it.” Scarlet refuses to let her dessert suffer. “Where was I?”

“Uhm, the Jackey Frosties news?” Liu is always polite. Originally, Liu was going to relay the news to all of you, but her and Scarlet thought it would be faster if the redhead talked directly.

“Oh… yeah… one got vandalized…” Scarlet sounds heartbroken.

“C-Cheer up, Scar Scar. There are plenty of them around, right?” Crossbill tries to cheer up the spoonful spirit. It’s you five in this call, one agent in both groups and their navigators — plus Bubbles.

“Yeah, take it easy. I bet they’ll stock it back up in no time.” You remember they have that cryptic mascot anyway. That place <span class="mu-i">is</span> supernatural.

“But it’s the one we visited after taking down the cult, Johnny…” Scarlet has a real reason to be down.

“I bet we can help rebuild it.” You adjust your glasses.

“Stop. No more side-missions. You have plenty on your plate. You have an idol agency for crying out loud.” Vera stops this nonsense!

“That he does...” Crossbill chuckles. “Don’t ask why, I don’t think anyone really gets it. Not even himself.”

“Hey, I know why I have it. I don’t know *how* it expanded so fast, but that’s a different question altogether.” You’re a decent manager, gosh darn it.

“I-I think we should continue the report, shouldn’t we?” Liu doesn’t believe it’s the time to go into silly arguments.

“If only Scarlet stopped stuffing her face.” Vera grumbles.

“Huh? I’ve been done for a while.” Scarlet sounds confused.

“B-But you just got it.” Vera is concerned.

“So?” Scarlet doesn’t get it.

The Scarlet Report may continue delivering the news, but you don’t have to listen to it if you’re going to get busy, not that you aren’t massively curious about how everyone is doing…

<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>

>Continue listening to the Bubbles Report. That’s the actual name, and you won’t hear otherwise.
>Have the meeting with Judith now. It’s time to move things along. Hand over Youhao.
>Write In.