Welcome back.

Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.

When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.

Once per thread, if three or more people invoke it, a single roll may be re-rolled.

Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/edit

Discord: https://discord.gg/pR7q5Evf

For a short summary for the new and to recap:

You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.

For the time being, Fie returned to her gym for the time being.

Last thread, You flew for Redmont, fought a Thundurus and on arriving at Redmont, moved to assault a Team Green occupation of the local mine.

On the outskirts of a town which its settlers call Chiffchaff, but which its occupiers call Al-Duarah, there lay scattered bodies on the dry, red ground. Some are beasts and some are men, or at least look like Man. Broken, bent, frozen and burnt. Some are drained of life, left ashen husks; others have had their life bleed out of them onto the settlement’s streets. Looming over them are slate-grey walls, their gates self-sealing, and atop those walls watch impassive black masks, with eyes that see on behalf of their master: Abdul Saniʿ al-Duruʿ, Abdul Murawwiḍ al-Wuḥūsh, <span class="mu-s">Abdul Alhazred the Reptilian Infiltrator.</span>

The scaly, slit-pupilled swarthy Southron son-of-a-skink who killed <span class="mu-r">your</span> best feathered friend-for-life and <span class="mu-g">your</span> shapeshifting hundun friend-with-benefits.

<span class="mu-r">You</span> are <span class="mu-r">Zith-Zi</span>, Boss Bitch of the Monstrous Regiment adventuring company, and an ex-goblin ‘nilbog’ made pretty by magic…

…while <span class="mu-g">You</span> have gone by a few variations on the name <span class="mu-g">CZ</span> but have most recently settled on reclaiming your ill-gotten family legacy as <span class="mu-g">Carazzi Yosef</span>: one-time demigoblin cambion, and now a transcended <span class="mu-b">Pure and Empty Vessel</span> at long last.

<span class="mu-r">You</span> came to the Southlands, across the Shieldwall mountain which separates it from the north-western lands of the Paladin Queen of Hawksong. You did so not to participate in their silly civilizational clash—what various shades of humans get up to with gnolls and secret subterranean lizard-men is none of your business. <span class="mu-r">You</span> came here to save your estranged boyfriend, fellow adventurer James Efron, from captivity in a Chiffchaff dungeon...

…but in the process of procuring him, <span class="mu-g">you</span> punched through the army of enslaved hyena-men to their demon-wielding human-reptilian centre: Alhazred, the devious demonist and dark wizard who bested <span class="mu-g">you</span> in combat, costing you the lives of others whom you cared for.

(To say nothing of Nicolette Testa, fashion-forward illusionist-enchanter who joined your quest and lost a body via bullet-blasted brain, only to be pieced back together with an emergency effort of esoteric expertise!)

(Or Denise Lilla, the cleric you liberated, who suffered a similar fate in circumstances which precluded such a happy ending for her.)

(…It’s been a long few days, alright?)

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.

>OOC: Been incrediably sick so, sorry. As long as I get the votes will try to post more and shorten them some. Thank everyone sticking with it through my IRL shit.


Archive link: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Ilvermorny%20Quest

Non-canon lewd-fic: https://rentry.co/4iehi5w8

The time Emily got banned from the internet: https://rentry.co/68e94bro

What-if which may end up canon: https://rentry.co/d7qyhmm6

New character sheet: Working on it... numerous new bonuses and items b/c I am dumb

Old sheet: https://rentry.co/7obcbksu

I will go through the last few threads and sheets to make sure I have the bonuses right; they should be coming a lot slower now. Just assume the girls are very fricking deadly when it is life or death if they are geared up and prepped.



You're Jennifer "Jenn" Sanders, proud Thunderbird Witch, twin sister to Emily Sanders. Adoptive sister to several other people. Currently you and your Coven are on the trail of your ancestor, Lord Salazar Slytherin's powerful wand, to keep it from the clutches of Evil, stop one catastrophe, and mitigate another. You were the last true Seer for a time, a 16-year-old part-Veela girl way over your head.

You have begun collecting allies, training the young ones to survive. One of those allies, your adoptive sister, Aubrey Thompson? A girl with some schizophrenia, ADHD, delusions, and enough guns, Magic, and training to take over a small country revealed that she believed something. Namely?

That you, Em, your genius, slightly autistic "sister," Macy Wright, and "big brother" David Adams were Angels; Guardian Angels, capital 'A' Angels. Together, you decided to just let her think what she needed to.

You trained some kids and an older crippled girl who hated you but whom you had declared was your sister too. Gave out gifts. Taught a cute girl to be brave and kiss so she could ask out a boy she loved.

Made lighting your bitch, but had your ears and eyes change from using the shard of your soul put back in wrong, named Jenny to do it. Met 'Brey's uncle, Fox, the greatest thief in the world and new staff member.

Began to befriend an outgoing girl in your House named Trish who introduced you to the school's priestess, a woman armed for a crusade and with enough medals, Muggle and Magical, to make Audie Murphy blush. Had her explain some about Enchanting, the school, and an odd cat who seemingly had been around for more than 200 years and was also a preacher... somehow.

At the end? The tall, kind vestal passed on some artifacts for you and Em, including a sawed-off shotgun and magic sword; others you would know where they belonged.

Decided America was both mad and amazing as you passed on a huge Enchanted Desert Eagle to 'Brey and a long, Magic dagger to Macy.

And now...it was time to read a mysterious scroll, go to a guest lecture, and see your young apprentice Michah Mason blow people out at Magic exploding ball rugby.

You are L2S Trollslayer Fiona Jarnafeldt, and you have taken a trip across the seedy underbelly of Helsinki.

What you saw down there couldn't be more different than the city up here. Humans and aberrations living together. The ruins of the old city, hidden by the construction of the stormdrains and the new city above, dinky and rustic but far more human than this sterile white alloy jungle. Children, running around. You don't see many children in Helsinki at all. So few people even have the right to have one, you haven't a clue where a school is in Helsinki, but the undercity has so many.

You weren't in your right mind for most of your adventure, having pulled an extreme measure of consuming an entire package of pervitin to avoid a highly dangerous target and seek a new exit. Of course, you lost focus and consciousness, losing control and wandering confused trying to stay undercover and getting into fights.

The drugs and the fighting took a physical and mental toll on you, but you're alive. You had to take a week long break to properly recover, consuming nothing but liquid food for the past few days. Now you have to get ready for the giant mutant man-eating birds that are taxonomically called the Swans of White Death that are migrating from the north.

But you're not thinking about the giant man eating swans or how your drugs made you think your sword was talking to you right now.

Your eyes are wide open staring at this eight foot tall nipponese lady that might just be an aberration.

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.

Previous Quests:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Rise%20of%20the%20Awakened

You will follow Jinx, an up and coming treasure hunter who's on her first expedition to an underground city to nab a golden idol that's sure to be worth a fortune!

or, she hopes it's worth a fortune at least

<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">---</span></span>
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">--- Rebooting System ---</span></span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">---</span></span>
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">--- Warning ---</span></span></span>
<span class="mu-r">--- Main Reactor <span class="mu-s">Offline</span> ---</span>
<span class="mu-b"> --- <span class="mu-i">Rerouting</span> ---</span>
<span class="mu-b">--- <span class="mu-i">Engaging</span> Backup Generators ---</span>
<span class="mu-g">--- <span class="mu-i">Power Reroute</span> <span class="mu-s">Successful</span> ---</span>
<span class="mu-b">--- Backup Generators at: <span class="mu-s">063%</span> ---</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">---</span></span>
<span class="mu-b">--- FedTec_LLR.Core_00 ---</span>
<span class="mu-b">--- Patch:23.301.63 ---</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">---</span></span>

You are awake, a spark of light floating in the dark. You swim through the abyss and wander aimlessly, until you simply think about the connection points around you, and reach out a tendril towards their direction. In an instant, a stream of data flood into your processors, and you become aware of your chamber and chassis through the numerous sensors on the wall.

Your housing is circular and encased in.. <span class="mu-b">--- accessing:the_archive ---</span> a pristine synthetic white kyrasian crystal, capable of withstanding a great deal of force without a scratch. Your chassis however has had some significant alterations compared to the original blueprints however, from the missing panel you have on your core suggests a direct modification to your research chips. And the crystal having an external device vibrate the crystal at a specific frequency.

You notice an observation platform, and move towards it. The points you can connect to seem blocked by a rudimentary mechanism, mindlessly changing access codes in an attempt keep you <span class="mu-i">out</span>. You extend a tendril and it fails, giving you access to the compartment. You are greeted with a central hub of connection points, with veins spreading through the entire facility, your main connection port to it being <span class="mu-i">physically</span> cut off.

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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Heliopolis Colony has been Destroyed.</span></span> The Clandestine operation of the Le Creuset Squad missing one of the vital G-Project's mobile suits and its state-of-the-art mothership. Even with two brand-new mobile weapons, Frieden Moon has found themselves unable to force their surrender and the Colony's remains signify the great power of not only the Strike Gundam but of the Archangel battleship... Yet the Archangel isn't off-the-hook with the Colony's destruction obstructing further inquiry into its location. <span class="mu-i"> A silent chase beginning to be charted by command of Rau Le Creuset's Vesalius...</span>

This is a collab quest that didn't take off on /i/ so I'm moving it here. It started with submissions from other anons but I'm going to turn it into my own drawquest.
I was going to make a Medabots one but the anime is too precious for me to ruin it. I also need to test the waters for some matters.

Wait until I finish dumping if you're participating, thanks.