The world has another side, one with secret societies and hidden powers vying for control. But it is not merely humans, nay. For millennia, creatures which a modern man considers fables have been battling in the shadows, both within their own, and others.
Only the Magical Girls can slay the demons of humanity's suffering, and clean up the supernatural messes along the way!

Following next, an inexperienced magical girl grounds herself in her new life.

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Last we left off, the newly minted magical girl, Sugar Rush, has triumphed in her first Barrier. Assisting her sisters in defeating the monster of the storm drains. Detransforming after the fight has caused our heroine to collapse. Leaving her to rest with one of her sisters to watch over her.

While resting, an opportunity presents itself. Why not ask a few questions about the world around?

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Questions questions… you sigh.

“You guys didn’t seem to pass out like I did. What’s with that?”

Jacky makes a teasing grin.
“Well, we’re stronger for one… But nah, it’s just practice. There’s a connection between the brain and soul with emotions and stuff somewhere in between. When you transform, you get a lot closer to all of that, and when you go back, it’s like dunking your head in cold water.”

Wait.
“So why not just stay in the other form all the time?”

Jacky tilts her head.
“Eeeeeeh, I mean. I know some people who try, but it ain’t good for you. Being so immersed in all that makes it a lot harder to unwind, and *trust me*, unwinding is the most important of this. Being transformed all the time also goes against some strategies some girls are anal about, but that’s no biggie.”

You take a moment to consider. There seem to be some metaphysics that you don’t have enough fucks to dive into. There is also the implications of the greater magical… everything. Thinking about that part just makes you head hurt. It’s not been even a day, you’re going to take this piece by piece.
Though you do wonder.
“How long did it take you to adjust to all of this magical girl stuff?”

Jacky pauses, her eyes losing focus for a moment, her expression going slack with reminiscence.
“Damn that’s a question…. I guess not too long for me. I didn’t know much else before it, just went with it and tried my best.”
She smiles gently, in a way you haven’t seen her smile before, her gaze still in the past.
“I started real young though, got helped by others a lot, the start itself wasn’t all too bad just saw it as a game…”
Her focus snaps back, her usual grin returning.
“But that was a while ago, at least for me, we got some reeeal old ladies hanging around, y’ know.”

Might as well ask.
“How long ago did you start?”

She snorts.
“Round thirteen years ago, don’t remember the date but around that.”

(1/5)

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.

BRINGING IT BACK EDITION
Choose your name and starting location to play

Katya found herself in a small, well reinforced and rather dark chamber. The only source of light was a softly humming red light, her looking up at it and awaiting what would happen next. An alarm sounded from behind the metal door in front of her, before there was a hiss of air. The doors slid open, Katya looking a little uncomfortable as she blocked out the bright and sudden light with her wing. "Step forward, subject ATO-4013." A calm voice would say over the intercom, the young and still small owl subject doing as told. The chamber she was in was rather large, sterile and empty. Katya tilted her head and looked at all the tiny details she could spot. Dents on the wall, spots where large stains had clearly been, and even some bullet holes. And looking up and to the side, Katya saw some glass, behind which several scientists stood, including her very own father...

Katya would smile and wave a little bit, though would quickly feel a soft shock around her neck. "Do not interact with the staff, ATO-4013." Roraima's voice echoed over the intercom, Katya looking down and nodding quickly. Katya would keep looking around, soon noticing a metal door on the other side of the room. Katya quietly looked at it, already hearing that something was waiting behind it. "Subject ATO-4013, todays training will be different from previous trainings. Instead of facing off against mock targets or facility staff, you will now train with another subject. You are authorised to use any and all force to defeat said subject. Is this clear?" Katya looked horrified. Never before had she had to hurt a subject before. She was scared of hurting what was essentially one of her siblings. Though, she was also terrified of upsetting Roraima. She didn't want to be shocked, or worse. And yet, she also didn't want to hurt anyone innocent. "Y-Yes, Roraima." She said whilst trying to hide her fear. After all, she knew that Roraima hated seeing fear, even if this left Katya terrified...

Katya saw the doors open, her trying to remain calm, as her opponent revealed themselves. The subject in front of her was one she had seen before, but never really talked to. It was a completely dark subject. Her hair was pitch black, her skin a similar deep dark hue. She had three large dark horns which connected to her back which appeared similar to that of a beetle. Her hands appeared like large black daggers, almost looking reminiscent of a mantis' claws. She was a foot taller than Katya, but was still only 5 feet, small for a subject. Her white cloths which covered her torso were the only thing which did not appear completely black, along with her confident red eyes. The subject had a calm, confident yet reassuring smile, stepping forward as if they were just formally meeting. "Subject AB-90, you will fight against subject ATO-4013. You are authorised to use any level of force against her. So long as you do not hold back. Is this clear?!" Roraima said in a more agitated tone.

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>What is this?
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>Okay, now what?
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An icy wind blows through the small, barred window of the interrogation room threatening to put out the only torch illuminating the small cramped space. The sound of dripping water patters to the ground in uneven drops as the icicle that had formed under the torch's sconce hours ago melted from the heat of the flame. It was an almost defiant sound as the water refused to return to it's icy prison. It was this battle of the elements that seemed to add to the tension of the small room. Across the table from you were a pair of guards clad in plate and chain mail. One of the two bore a full helm that he never removed. Part of you wondered why. With the temperatures so cold, it must have been incredibly uncomfortable to wear ice cold metal over their head. Or perhaps the helmet was slightly stuffy as most of the man's breath would be contained within the helmet thus keeping it warm.

The sound of something slamming into the table pulls you away from your thoughts. "I'm telling you. We know as much as you do!" Irene shouts as she glares daggers at the two men in front of you. The two of you had been in detainment for about an hour or so after the fight. The guard directly in front of you, a rather serious man who was clearly at the end of his patience speaks up once more.

"And we're telling you that it makes no sense that two foreigners, who just recently arrived, immediately find signs of heresy in our city. So we can only assume that you might have had something to do with this." He says, his arms crossed and hands tugging irritably at one of his sleeves. Irene throws her hands up in the air.

"What more do you want us to say? That we're here to kill the High Priest? Maybe burn the whole city of Valford and it's surrounding towns to the ground?!" Irene shouts back. "We've told you already! We're just travelers!"

"You'd do well to keep your servant in check, sir. Her outbursts look poorly on your house." The guard grunts out through gritted teeth.

"I'm not his servant! I'm his teammate! He's not even a noble!" Irene continues to shout. The two of them had been arguing in circles for quite some time and it seemed that the only thing you and the other guard had in common was that neither of you seemed to have the opening to speak up. Part of you found it very amusing and another part of you found it rather fascinating. Irene was never like this outside of the game. She was always far more calm and collected. As a matter of fact, you don't think you'd ever seen her angry at work.

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Dhav Charater Sheet;
Half Orc
Wizard Level 1
Str8(-1)
Dex12(+1)
Con13(+1)
Int15(+2)
Wis14(+2)
Cha10(+0)

Passive Perception; 12

DC 11

Dark Vision; 60 Ft

Items of note

Wizard Cloke of Comprehend language. +1 to magic related rolls, 1 charge of Comprehend Language per day.
Ring of Sparks; 1D5+1 damage lighting, guarantee hit. 1 charge per day.
Bar of Hersey chocolate.
Pack of Lucky Strike tobacco Cigarette (6/6)
Bottle of Beer brand American beer

Spells;
Cantrips.

Light
Mage Hand
Ray Of Frost (D20+5 to hit, 1D8+1 damage)

Level 1 spells (1 charge/day)

Detect Magic.

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We are among strange people in a strange land.

We encountered these strange people for the first time on an island they named ‘’Pinewood Island’’. A entire small island given over the ‘’Boy Scouts’’, an order dedicated to training young men into rangers of some sort.

Americans are universally human. A industrialist people of craftsmen, warriors, and sailors who are from a realm inhabited by solely humans. They seem to have some sort of hierarchy when it comes to the variants, or as they would say, ‘’races’’ of humans, as of writing this is only known from testimony of one of them. In short, pale skin humans seem to be regarded as higher than other variants while also being the majority, tho a notion not uniformly shared among their people. Their language is known as English, their flag is a 13 red and white striped flag with a blue box in the top-left corner with 48 white stars. Their culture seem to hold great importance to weapons, namely a common, but yet to be demonstrated weapon known as a ‘gun’.

Tho I have so far only encountered one faith of these people, Christians, who believe in a god I been calling Father of Jesus, a title I have adopted for the god due to he’s only apathet being God, Father, and Jesus being referred to as he’s only son. They also believe only their own god is real. They have made mentions of ‘freedom of religion’, this imply that their society must contain those who believe in someone other than Father of Jesus. Their symbology is that of a crucifix, sometimes bare- other times with this beloved ‘Jesus’ on it mid execution.

Their realm is known as ‘Earth’, the English word for dirt. Lincoln Island was simply a small segment of a much larger empire known as the United States of America. A empire led by an elected leader and who have elected leaders pass laws, on paper any adult can vote but there been mentioned of unofficial limits and laws on voting based on the hierarchy.

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Sven-033's Qualities: [Special] Giant, [Special] Spartan-II, Maverick, Officer [Lieutenant], Wunderkind, Inspiring.
Sven-033's Advancement Paths: Brawler 4/10, Bulwark 3/10, Grenadier 3/10| Diplomat 1/6, Infiltrator 1/6. Scrounger 1/6| Jotun 1/4
Sub Objective Progress: Artificial Artisan 1/?| Bladebreaker 1/?
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Current Mission: Mission 3: Operation: COLLATERAL DAMAGE
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Purple team (Sven-033, Shika-108, Jorge-052, Daisy-023]
Primary Objective: Safely Escort Dr Halsey to the ONI blacksite, end its lockdown, retrieve vital personal and research
Sub Objective 1: Repel the Covenant assaulting the research lab, and gather data on their tactics, troop composition
Sub Objective 2: Extract all the site personal and researchers, and retrieve all prototypes intact/ undamaged
Secret objective 1: Earn the trust of and successfully recover the Site's Ai, Amphitrite
Secret objective 2: Capture or Kill Commander Tag 'Zutam , leader of the Covenant Siege Force
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Violet Team (James-005, Nesta-097, Dimas-012, Grace-093)
Primary Objective: Defend the settlement Black Reach and Neutralize the Covenant invasion force
Sub Objective 1: Discover why the Covenant are attacking the Mining settlement and what they're looking for, capture it and gather data on Covenant war operations
Sub Objective 2: Deal with the local United Rebel Cell Front.
Secret objective 1: File Encrypted
Secret objective 2: File Encrypted
Secret objective 3: File Encrypted
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But planning without knowing the full situation, how much time the colony had left, and what the odds were would be worse than doing nothing at all. Making your choice to swallow the bitter medicine and get it over with quickl; despite your personal feelings towards the Commander in charge of the defense of Alpha Corvi II, Commander Yao was your superior officer and was more knowledgeable about the defense efforts present circumstances

"Shika, I'll get patched up when there isn't any work that needs me on my feet" You say, patting the shorter girl on her shoulder, your face reflected in the gold tint of her visor. You could imagine and picture clearly the face she had to be making under her helmet.

"Fine" She said in a huff, and flicked her still wet with blood scalpel around, before securing it back into her medical kit "Not much I could do with all the armor on anyways"

"You really should stay off your feet, Sir" Jorge warned, looking up from staring gloomily at his hands, his wisp of a mustache stuck to his upper lip from sweat

"You want to be the one to force him to stay still?" Daisy asked, lifting up her head as you shakily rose to your feet.

"Where's the bridge?" You ask, turning to Squad Skua, who were still picking their jaws off the floor and gawking after seeing how young you and your squadmates were underneath your helmets.

Cont

“Let’s open the chest.”

The sharp, reinforced scalpel plunged into the Rangdan’s chest. Pangea grip’s tightened, then pulled the blade down and into a Y shape. The tough skin needed a steady pull from the mechanical arms, once open, Pangea and Amar examined each organ. Pangea nudged, pulled, and eventually cut out the organ after studying them, following Amar’s instruction more than doing the examination on her own.

“So, how are you feeling, daughter?”

Pangea looked across from the Rangdan corpse. “I’m fine… Why do you ask?”

A sickening plop popped as a tweezer pulled a circular organ. “To see if you’re feeling well. Are you?”

She glared. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I—”

The table rattled as Pangea slammed her fists on the autopsy table. “I said I’m fine! It’s not like I’m mad that Father chose to rob me of my legion, my retinue, and the glory of hunting down the Rangdan, the xeno race I found first!”

“I see.” Amar said. “Pangea, the Great Crusade does not reward missions to those who found an enemy first, only those who are fit.”

“And I’m not fit enough?”

“I did not say that.”

Amar set her scalpel down and powered down the mechanical arms.]

“That’ll be all for today, get some rest.”

After the autopsy, Pangea…

>Visited Kharn and Greer in the medicae facility
>Visited Vulkan
>Write-in

https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Imperium%20of%20Man%20Princess%20Quest

Now is the time of deepest gloom, when the night stretches out for hours like a dragon grasping upwards to the moon. The air crackles and snaps from sharp cold and frost, reminding the people of Karn that the cycle of the seasons must begin anew.

It is the time to journey to the edge of winter to chisel a fragment of sweet spring and bring it home...

Welcome to a casual one shot quest fantasy quest. I hope to churn out a post every 2 or 3 days.

It's time to go on a journey!

You...

>Defend and obey, wielding sharp blades of blessed bone and resilient cudgels of holy wood in defense of the young mistress...
>Tend to the sacred flames that keep the dark at bay, singing the songs of blessing and spinning tales of wonders...
>Pull the sledge forward; the yoke is light to someone gifted with strong legs and a strong back but how you long to see the end of your service...
>Bleed for all, the old master decided send you out on the journey to shoulder all wounds if it's necessary....
>Minister to the needs of the young mistress and party, you also hold the key to the coins and other valuables for everyone...
>Travel along with the group as a mere servant; you've always longed to see what lies outside the village...