Holà gentes dames, belles demoiselles, nobles seigneurs et gentils damoiseaux, the Local Lord is back, as promised. I greet our veterans and for the new knights that flock to our banners I give you the links to the previous quests as a festuca.

>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5085315/ thread 1
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5134375/ thread 2
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5194246/ thread 3
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5314154/ thread 4
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5422744/ thread 5
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5422744/ thread 6
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5561322/ thread 7
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5561322/ thread 8
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5702984/ thread 9
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5785267/ thread 10
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5920163/ thread 11
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6011182/ thread 12
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6079405/ thread 13

If I remember well good sirs we were just arrived to Lasthold, fief of our beloved lady Takable, to pass some good time with her and train her new household guard. But as per tradition our quest shall begin with a prologue about events in different parts of the world. Here we shall follow Mahmud and the other saracens that because of some inexplicable and probably ungodly phenomenon were transported to Bifuria while they marched against the devious mongols.

After your master perished, his dungeon did not simply fall—it was annihilated in a cataclysm of stone, flame, and collapsing sorcery. You barely had time to snatch an armful of tomes from his private collection before the walls cracked, the sigils burned out, and the world came crashing down around you. Fleeing through a hidden escape tunnel, you emerged into the cold night just in time to witness the final death throes of your former home. A thunderous roar split the air, followed by a rolling wave of dust and debris that swallowed the entrance whole. It was gone. The dungeon, your master, and all his grand ambitions, buried under a mountain of ruin.

The old fool had gambled on immortality and lost. The so-called heroes made sure of that, cutting him down in a battle you hadn’t even been there to witness. And in his paranoia, he had bound the dungeon’s very foundations to his lifeblood, ensuring that if he died, his domain would die with him. Well, it worked—too well. Now he lay entombed beneath tons of shattered rock and broken wards, and nothing short of a divine wish could bring him back. Not that you had any idea where to find one. And even if you did, would you really waste it on this mess?

For a time, you wandered, alone and uncertain, before stumbling upon a handful of survivors—goblins, of course. Of all the dungeon’s denizens, they were the cockroaches of the underworld, scurrying from calamity with their lives intact through sheer, unrepentant cowardice. And yet, as they huddled together in the moonlight, clutching salvaged scraps, you couldn’t help but think: perhaps their knack for survival could be useful.

“What’ve you got there, goblins?” you ask, eyeing the bundles in their grubby hands.

One of them, a wiry thing with oversized ears, holds up a rusted set of spring-loaded spikes. “Traps! We saved what we could. Could help, you know... when we start our own.”

You pause.

Now that’s an idea.

A new dungeon. Your dungeon.

And as luck would have it, you know just the place...

> An abandoned silver mine near the remains of a razed human village—rich veins of ore and deep tunnels, if you can handle the restless dead.
> A winding cave system leading to the ruins of a long-forgotten drow outpost—dark, treacherous, and still whispering with lost magic.
> The crumbling remains of a half-flooded underground temple, looted long ago but steeped in ancient, lingering power.
> Write in.

With the majority of the Seventh Universe united under the banner of the PTO, Emperor Cooler at its head, the universe has known a time of unrivaled peace. But in the shadows threats have been growing, nursing grudges against the PTO and the Saiyan race in particular. And now those threats are rising, stepping out of the shadows to openly challenge the established order. Seeking nothing short of the destruction of New Salda and the extinction of the entire Saiyan race, can you prevent this outcome? Or will the Saiyan race be reduced to nothing more than memories, their heroes nothing more than ink in the pages of the history books?

You the players will (most often) control Karn; wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul and hope of the entire PTO, not only the Saiyan race. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has grown in power and skill, overcoming the world-ending threats that have come for the Saiyans to become the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759. From the massive Covenant empire to demonic incursions, mad cultists to vengeful gods, none have been strong or clever enough to put down Karn for good. But will one man's power be enough to protect everyone from the rising threats? Or will death come from those who you least expect it from? Your choices may mean the difference between survival and extinction, so choose carefully.


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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 first three correctly-rolled dice
>One dice roll per person per post unless three players have not yet rolled, and ten minutes has passed since your previous roll
>Crits are 100 on a d100(a 99 or paired rolls may net you an extra bonus)
>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 find me on twitter @GrandDragonQM, which I keep as up to date with any scheduling changes as soon as possible.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tndKYpPz2RU


REVENGE OF THE BODY SNATCHERS

<span class="mu-s">Quest Resources</span> (including current inventory, date, time): https://rentry.org/PokepocalypseQST

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Updates will be attempted daily! At worst, expect an update every 2 days instead of one. Absences will be announced in advance and given definitive end dates if I can manage it.

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It is the Year of our Lord 1884, and the United States has just been invaded by creatures beyond modern comprehension!

With power beyond any mere mortal's and ubiquity beyond any eathly species, it's only natural that all of America has taken to calling these fresh invaders "demons". And yet, even with such a title to their name, there arise sympathizers. Sympathizers who insist that, despite their ability to rain down fire and lightning from the heavens themselves, these demons are worth human companionship! That they are not to be feared! Even, somehow, that they can help humanity if we just give them a chance...

Walter Buchanan, our humble protagonist, is one of these sympathizers. He has set out for New York state with his two human companions, Thomas J. Steele and a mysterious "Andrew", alongside a sizeable posse of demonic acquaintances, seeking the safety of his family and a return to his home village of Cooperstown.

We return to him in the current moment, across the country and in America's westernmost state, wrapping up his paid studies as he pursues his smaller goal of reaching Sacramento...

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The world has fallen into ruin. The once-mighty empires have collapsed, their cities overrun by war, famine, and magic gone wild. The gods are silent, the great kingdoms are dust, and the age of heroes is but a whisper in the wind.

Yet, not all is lost. You are the last light of civilization, a remnant of a once-great people who have found refuge in a remote valley, deep within the ruins of an ancient fortress-city.

But beware! Foul things stir in the deep places, remnants of the catastrophe that ended the old world, and the heavens themselves are broken. Strange storms and unpredictable magic shape the land in ways unknown.

Here, amidst crumbling stone and forgotten magic, you must forge a new destiny.

OH SHIT NIGGA. You are lady Firemane. Of the (formerly) noble house of Fireborn! You were once the greatest wagon racer this side of the kingdom. Sadly due to shenanigans, you lost everything and went into debt with the Adventurer's Guild in order to survive. But then you found the Inexperienced Hero, Ezekiel "Kid" Rutebega ! You took him under your wing to mold him into the hero he's always meant to be: your devoted apprentice (probably)

Ezekiel's older brother has started his campaign of destruction, he leads his hordes of undead barbarians to ravage the lands. As members of the guild, your party has went on the quest chain to stop said undead barbarian horde.

You've just cleared out a major Barbarian encampment, stopping their siege on a nearby city. Currently the party is basking in victory.

With the battle already finished and your regiment's forces at last reunited, your captains of horse waste no time in approaching you, quick to deliver their apologies for not arriving in time for the battle. After your army moved out, says one Gautier Dessany, your regiments had assembled on the day after in the place you had previously camped at, as had been expected of them. Although the message that you had moved on had managed to arrive, it was only wheen your cannonfire was sounded that they had learned the battle had already begun, and picked up the pace accordingly.

You, of course, accepted those apologies without much issue; although their lack of presence worried you at first, you have come to think it may have perhaps been a deliverance of fortune in the end—who could say, if they had been here from the start, that the enemy would have felt emboldened enough to deliver the attacks they did, and thus bring you such a fortuitously clean victory? Would it not have been better if they instead pulled back and avoided combat entirely? Nay, you conclude. Through the benefit of hindsight, you come to believe <span class="mu-s">you have done what you did right.</span>

Just because the battle is over, however, does not mean your day shall be less the busier - now comes the ever so necessary process of putting your army together again into a marching state! Already, you can see your new 'prisoners' being stripped of their arms and armor, that they may be bound in rope and kept danger-free until you have decided whatever you shall do with them. There is also the healing of the wounded! <span class="mu-i">Because you have access to the phyisicans of the Order of Santo Cor</span>, many of the men who might have died in the armies of other states may be rescued instead. Your own dead, too, must be buried accordingly.

Come nightfall, your camp has slowed to its common state, the men drink their share to a well-fought victory, splurging greedily on their pay. You are told that, of the nearly <span class="mu-s">60 men</span> who were grievously wounded, only <span class="mu-s">35</span> died, almost equal in number between your Third and Tenth companies of foot, the latter of which were the mercenary arquebusiers brought by the Banda Grisa. Nonetheless, such small losses are certainly not bad!

"They are of negligible quantity, sire." says Hugues, as you go over the after-battle report. "Not enough to damage their fighting capabilities."

"I suppose it is good we have lost so few men as it is." you reply.

"Verily, my lord. You have shown yourself to be an adept leader in this day," he begins, in a tone you know not to be of mere flattery. "I am of the utter belief you shall become an respected general, should you maintain the abilities you hath shown today."

"I thank thee for thy words, Hugues, but I know my abilities to be far from perfect; experienced as you are, you must know any mistakes I have made, no?" you ask, wishing to make use of your staff officer's past for your own wealth.

Humanity has spread out into a massive sprawling empire throughout the galaxy. The edges of the sprawl remain poorly guarded and sparsely settled after all humanity throughout a thousand stars has always been alone save for their own creations which once waged war against them. This is no longer true now an unknown force has begun to attack sector 63 and possibly others and it is up to poorly supplied and desperate sailors to hold them back.


You are the Admiral of the naval fleet of sector 63 one of nearly a 100 rimward sectors on the edge of settled human space. The last few days have seen you destroy nearly forty unknown ships piloted by what your men already refer to as birds. Your Escort Carrier the Essex and her escorts have dealt not just one but two serious blows against the enemy and even now your escorts move in to deal the killing blow to the enemy fleet you had ambushed while scavenging a new water purification system for your flagship.


The enemy is doing its best to back away from the ship graveyard even as your corvettes and destroyers stalk out of the mess of broken wrecks hunting the damaged and fleeing ships. The enemy does something you think and human officer would probably be executed for doing they lose all cohesion and begin to run leaving the sole remaining battleship to receive the full wrath of your airwings torpedoes, the last of them you have onboard actually. The rest of the enemy force is just meat for your escorts to rip into with their coil gun turrets and the last of the torpedoes the destruction is so total that none of them even make it halfway to the systems jump point before becoming radioactive hulks after being struck by the torpedoes.

The enemy fleet now lays destroyed and your did so without a scratch but your ammo is gone and you still need to retrieve the replacement water purification system on the derelict cruiser

>Encourage the engineering team to work fast
>Take your time

Wladzy wrogie przejencie to zdrajca na nie jednym okrencie strefy wplywow jak by strefy i obwody ekonomiczne jak granice obslugiwaly kremloskie ziencie manewry ubeckie jak w sowie przyjaciele i falencie takie kasynowo hotelowe euro wniebowziencie w kazdym z wojewodztw zrobilo sie zdalne dymanie w kazdym sadzie i urzendzie ze sieci szpiegoskie sa praktycznie wrzendzie to takie analizy ktore z brzydkich pieczateki podpisow powyrastaly pienkne labendzie a zbrodniarze zamachowcy zdrajcy stanu i doradccy gansterow pisali dla prezydentow orendzie a kazda z decyzja ktora wydaja lub wymuszaja jest jak zlota kura na prywatnej grzendzie zeby kazdy POLAK mial swiadomosc ze dzieje sie ten proceder od 1990r dzieje realnie a nie zastanawial co dalej z ta POLSKA bendzie bo kazdy z rodakow nie raz stanol na rozstaju albo skraju lub wypadl zakrencie albo uzaleznil sie jak narkus od chajsu mozliwosci wplywow a jest na skrencie a a ultra tajemnice pobieral jak filmy na torencie od dekad takie geny i prefencje maja wziencie tendenciie szpionow od tysiency zgonow ktore sa jak wzglendne pojencie w tym chaosie prawnym oraz umyslowym zamencie takie inwestycje sztandarowe w ktorych to najwienkrze skrzypce graja wsteng przeciencie a kazda z szpiegoskich komurek tkwila w innej agendzie a to nie jest mowa jak o legendzie

If you help me I will be very grateful.
I lost my job and am in debt, my bank account is blocked (one of the accounts) now I am actively looking for a new NORMAL job. My part-time job as a cleaner does not bring me any results, although I work 12 hours (in two shifts)... I live alone with my mom, she has a bad knee and it is difficult for her to go to work.
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