<span class="mu-b">ANTON PEAS</span>: Cult-Crusher! Mob-Masher! Lord… <span class="mu-i">Licker?</span> You’ll, uh… you’ll have to workshop that one. Whoever you are, you’ve come a long way from being a simple grill-jockey–whisked away from your dead-end job and dead-end life to Zoral: a fantasy world shrouded in everlasting darkness, your proverbial ‘dance card’ has been pretty much <span class="mu-i">filled!</span>

Sure, you’ve got a few new friends to back you up: <span class="mu-b">TZAH-TZIE:</span> a mischievous musician who just so happens to be your <span class="mu-b">NEW SPECIAL LADYFRIEND</span>, <span class="mu-b">VOLKA:</span> gentle giant and Grand Marshall of <span class="mu-b">THE LAMPLIGHTERS:</span> a volunteer group working to keep the city safe, <span class="mu-b">MOROOK:</span> a big-eyed bushman you managed to spring free of a cult base and Volka’s adopted brother, and <span class="mu-b">REZALITH:</span> a feisty fiend who, after a falling-out punctuated by her flying away to what you assumed was certain death, has returned unscathed!

Maybe. A botched spell left her unconscious at a crucial moment on her quest, so who knows what really happened? Still, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the darn devil!

She couldn’t have come back at a better time, either. In your quest to reclaim your fuzzed-out memories, you and your pals have headed North to <span class="mu-b">UMBERAL:</span> a bonafide <span class="mu-i">CITY OF TOMORROW</span> run by a rogue’s gallery of <span class="mu-r">SPICE CARTEL MOBSTERS</span> and <span class="mu-r">ARCHMAGE TRIER</span>--the former having some history with your Bard beau, the latter one of four targets of the devil who currently has ‘dibs’ on your soul: <span class="mu-r">RED</span>.

<span class="mu-r">THE FOUR LORDS</span> have ruled Zoral for years… maybe it’s time for a change? In exchange for their souls, <span class="mu-r">RED</span> promises you aid in the ensuing battles AND some help restoring your missing memories. With demonic powers in hand, you might just have a fighting chance! Hey, it’s not like you’ve got <span class="mu-b">20,000 BELLS</span> to buy you a lead on getting back to Earth, right?

Your hands are full, to say the least, but none of that can distract you from another inconvenient truth: your ex-girlfriend <span class="mu-b">LIZ</span> somehow found her way into Zoral! Why? That’s the Million-Bell Question, isn’t it? You haven’t the foggiest how she’s gonna react when you meet up… if you even run into each other, that is, but as bad as you left things, you really hope she’s okay…

She’s a tough gal, though. If anyone’s gonna need help, it’s <span class="mu-i">you</span>!

Taking your first steps into the gem of the North, THIS is where your tale continues…

https://youtu.be/1lR8VLt1Xlk

A demon emperor with enough power to genocide entire pantheons grows weary of the underworld and decides to make a home for himself in the mortal realm.
He has no desire for anyone to know who or what he really is. He has lost all interest in conquest and petty squables.
While he is still evil, he has begun the slow and painful path to antihero status and possibly, eventually redemption.
Hiding his true power, he has disguised himself as a wandering knight.
He has also chosen you to be both his disciple and his guide. Offering you knowledge power, and training in exchange for you teaching him how to live as a human.
What do?

You find a plain text file buried deep inside an abandoned server.
The header is corrupted, but a few lines are still readable:

---

We-are-looking-for-individuals-capable-of-operating-in-the-dark.
Not-tourists,-not-spectators,-but-those-who-understand-that-systems-are-built-to-be-broken.
We-do-not-offer-money-or-fame,-only-access-to-doors-that-should-never-have-been-closed.

If-you-can-read-this,-you-are-already-part-of-the-test.
Your-next-choice-will-determine-whether-you-fade-back-into-obscurity-or-step-further-into-the-grid.

---

The-screen-asks:

> Do-you-accept?

What-do-you-do?

It’s a dark, almost pitch black night on the campus. Lazari could effortlessly light things up or give herself night vision, but doing so would take away the night out experience. She disliked how so many tried to find ‘solutions’ to things in life that did not need to be fixed. This night was perfectly fine the way it was, although it could use a bit more wind.

She takes off her shoes, letting her feet rest on the fresh grass. Thankfully, most of the lawn recovered from the dragon incident, the last thing she would’ve wanted was to revitalize every bit of grass to make it look uniform again—wouldn’t have been the first time. She stretches

Before she can go on her usual jog, she hears low mumbling from above. She looks up at the school building, until her gaze stops at a bird-like figure resting near the edge of the rooftop. It’s not uncommon for students to hang up there past midnight, but it’s not encouraged for a variety of safety reasons.

Climbing up there would be a piece of cake with magic, but it presents a fun challenge to climb as fast as possible, only relying on her body. One jump, put one foot on a window’s ledge, two jumps, make sure to avoid putting too much strength behind each step, three jumps, grab the edge with your left hand, lift yourself upward and-

There.

Not her best time, but having to climb up silently slowed her down. The student didn’t notice her despite lazari’s imposing figure. She made sure to mask her breathing and mana so that she could slip effortlessly past her in both sight and sound. Lazari taps her shoulder, and the student, who could now be identified as Fet, flinched with a short, high-pitched scream.

There is an awkward silence, followed by unnecessary apologies from the student.

Lazari shrugs, “You can stay here if you want, just don’t go practicing spells at this time of night. I’m glad it’s not some students doing something weird up there again.”

“..Um, ‘again’? How often does that ev- even happen?” Fet’s voice was stuttery, but her voice is less shaky than the last time the two of them spoke.

“You don’t want to know. Nor do you want to know what I mean by ‘weird’. I’ve considered not teaching some spells just because of what I’ve seen people do with ‘em before.” Lazari tries to contain her laughter. “What are you doing at this time, lassie?”

Fet averts her gaze, opting to look at the stars instead. “Thinking about things. I can think more clearly when I’m out- outside, but not when people are around.” Her speech was slower, perhaps as an attempt to control her stuttering.

The Caretaker Quest - Part 8

This is part 8 of the "side quest" for "Disappearing Hogwarts".
An unofficial alternate timeline based on HeadQM´s highly praised quest, Disappearing Hogwarts.
Reading the original story is not exactly necessary but heavily encouraged since this quest will contain references to it.
Created mostly as a place to wait while HeadQM was away for a while but slowly evolved into his own thing.

Quick recap so far:
>Recently graduated Ravenclaw student is hired at Hogwarts as the new Caretaker.
>Merlin somehow ended up inside your head.
>Harry Potter´s daughter died, letting Salazar Slythering (previously stuck inside her head) free to continue his quest to control The Beast, an all powerful ancient creature accidentally created by Merlin.
>He is currently now trapped inside a poor and weakened girl named Artemis.
>You obtained a piece of The Beast
>The Beast is now trying to escape under any circumstance
>Because of it, magic is now gone and you now have to find a way to get the rest of the pieces before The Beast escapes
What will happen now? Let's find out!

Part 7 here >>6274553

links to previous threads
Part 1:
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/6038711/

Part 2:
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/6080818/

Part 3:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6122821/

Part 4:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6159531/

Part 5:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6196175/

Part: 6:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6236973/

Part 7:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6274553/

List of currently archived threads
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Caretaker%20Quest
Thanks to IlvermoryQM for the links!
(if anyone can figure out a way to save the ".moe" threads into "thisisnotatrueending" that would be much appreciated)

>Opening Animations (for threads I and II):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOGtHrj8Kts
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vWLA-LAtgM

>Thread Archive:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Solstice

>Summary:
You are the SOLSTICE, the final remnant of the treasonous 12th suppression fleet. Retrieve your scattered crew and seek redemption.

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.


Character sheets and other info:
https://controlc.com/46ec566d
https://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQM
Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+Quest
Help fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQM

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 Fiona Jarnafeldt, L2S Trollslayer, and you are in serious trouble.

Today you were deployed on a mission to save dozens of kidnapped citizens from the starving squatter city under Helsinki. You saved dozens from a sect of cannibals, only to come across a strange realization; they may have been receiving aid from a rogue government agent who wanted nothing but to see the system you work for destroyed. This rogue agent, a living tree by the name of Zephyr, operated within the Stormdrain to provide... something to the underdwellers. Information, probably.

Maybe it was him that helped pull strings to delete camera logs. Covered the tracks of the thieves. Maybe he even told them about what was carried on a train that came into Helsinki the month before you joined, causing a battle that killed dozens of Stormwatch members.

On the train was a suit of pneumatic powered armor, fashioned from kevlar and carbon fiber components from the stormy city of Chicago by their advanced heavy robotics division. This suit was made exclusively for an elite member of the Stormwatch of lanky proportions. The intended owner, L4 Nonoka Sumika, has an unusual and atypically tall and thin stature that should have made it so, even if stolen, no regularly shaped human could be able to wear it without so much modification that it couldn't work.

And yet, that suit stands in front of you, fully operational, standing eight feet tall, its broad hat casting a black shadow over the <span class="mu-i">thing</span> that has come to possess it.

That thing is an aberration of humanity, that goes by the name of "She." Given its stature, it would be rated as a Troll, but being armored in what it is, it's far more dangerous than its class suggests. Though sources had claimed She was a Finnish river spirit by the name called a Nakki, this is something else entirely. The sensation of water observed by others was misinformation gleaned from the pneumatic exhaust of subliminated hydrogen radiating from the suit and sound She seems to keep uttering, a verbal tick similar to the sound of residual hydrogen mixing with air to form water.

<span class="mu-i">Po, po, po.</span>

For no discernible reason, the chaotic fan meeting had a sudden shift when you decided to hug every single member. No exceptions. From rabid fans who stop at nothing to patiently waiting in line for your warm embrace. You politely asked them to behave and they did. All of them were cute and hug-able. You can’t help but feel proud!

But your work is not done. The last two in line are none other but two members of the Dewitt family, the matriarch and the eldest daughter! Holly and Sina! Rora looks irreversibly flabbergasted, while the rest are not holding up much better! The Dewitts were lost inside the building and found themselves here. Why they’re at the school in the first place is a mystery ready to be unveiled.

The convention room is more empty than not. The space that holds this incredible event is ready to be closed. Aside from your bunch (You, Aurora, Pansori, Celia, Donna, Verity, and Lydie (and Bagna)) and the Dewitts; Only staff members are here. They’re waiting for the opportunity to dismantle everything and return the room to its original state (your new and renovated fan club room.)

But that’s later! Hugs need to be delivered!

The issue is, after the initial greetings, Holly appears to be hypnotized by your appearance. That’s the result of improving your appearance and being shirtless at the same time! It’s too big of a change!

Sina isn’t fairing much better…

Maybe you need to help her snap out of it? They’re here for different reasons than longingly staring at your dumb face.

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

>“I know it’s not the reason you’re here, but you two want a hug anyway?” Offer what you’ve offered to everyone! It’s courtesy!
>“Earth to Holly, you okay?” Be concerned! Make her snap out of it.
>“Do you girls need help with directions? I’d love to be your guide.” Offer to help them out on whatever they need.
>“Can anyone help them out with what they need, please? I’ll owe you one!” Ask the staff to help Holly and Sina after you’re done talking!
>Write In.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Three knocks on your front door, exactly three-and-a-half seconds apart each. Your heart skips a beat. Your body tenses up from head-to-toe. Your breathing forgoes tempo and rhythm. A brief moment of the truest panic you have ever experienced.

Because you know, with absolute certainty, that they have found you.

>Foundational Choice: Origins

(A Foundational Choice is a choice that determines an aspect of the world. Foundational Choices will be used to shape locations and lore, determine who exactly the protagonist is and was, and decide the people they knew in the past, among other important things.)

>You are... an Escapee. Abducted and held in captivity by a shadow organization, you managed a miraculous escape. There's something abnormal about you that got their attention in the first place, and it seems they won't be forgetting you anytime soon. You're the anomaly, after all.

>You are... a Mage. Among the vast majority of humanity, only a small fraction of the population is aware that magic is very much real. Managed by underground groups, cults, and councils across the globe, you were once an upstanding member of one of them until you were blacklisted thanks to a messy disagreement. Maybe they've finally decided to put you down for good.

>You are... a Monster. Humanity fears darkness, and the unknowns that lurk within it. Amidst the shadows are creatures most believe only exist within fiction, and you are one of them. Though you hide behind the guise of a human, no disguise is perfect, and your pursuers are supernaturally persistent.

>You are... a Traveler. Not everyone in the world originates from the same dimension or timeline. You crossed the barrier between realities, following a motive dear to your heart. But your crossing created echoes, and someone or something heard them. You're not supposed to be here.

>You are... an Agent. Invisible to the public eye, various organizations fight to subdue the odd, abnormal, and supernatural. You were recruited after witnessing something you weren't intended to see and taught all you know. Everything was going swell until your final day of employment. You only realized someone had framed you when your partner tried shooting you in the back. You ran and ran and ran more, but it seems like your time and luck have finally run dry.

(Each of these choices branch out into further Foundational Choices.)
...

Welcome to They Found You, an urban fantasy quest about a protagonist who did not want to be found.