For generations, the Kingdom of Lindan has been under siege by an otherworldly threat, that of demons. Hailing from a barbarous and unusual land and with skills that defy all magic, science, and logic, known as <span class="mu-s">Cheat Skills, these Strangers all have the capabilities of bringing on the end of all times if they use their talents improperly. As such, an organization was formed, known as the Inquisition, to combat these hellspawn and send them back from the depth they’ve come from…

Currently, however, there’s one small issue. That being said, you happen to be both a Stranger and an Inquisitor. You are Asher Riven and while normally you’d be babysitting the seemingly much more important Princess Lorina de Lindan, it’s about half a decade too early for her to join the Inquisition and she's probably too busy whimsically frolicking in the blissful ignorance of still thinking her fiance, the one she always keeps raving about, loves her you’re stuck at a minor noble party in a creepy backwater fishing village. Yippee...</span>

You were reincarnated into another world, got overpowered cheat skills, and were surrounded by hot women. Pretty bog standard isekai stuff, but you wouldn't change this life for anything.

Instead of spending your empty days alone in your room, you found purpose in this new life as a tinkerer and a pilot. Gone was your fear of intimacy, your wife carrying your child inside of her as the ultimate proof of that conquest. Also you had six wives, and they all happened to be your happily consenting slaves.

Hey, that's just how this world worked, you (probably) didn't make the rules. Your first wife did, along with the rest of the universe. Her name is Herta--the Goddess of Artifice and Creation--and she was the biggest masochist you knew. Despite all her quirks (and almost paradoxical arrogance) she was still your first wife and closest companion, happily following your every order. All of your wives obeyed and desired you, but none went as far as your cute goddess.

Yeah, life is pretty good.

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You're in the middle of working yourself to a sweat, Lunacy Savantae giving you the energy and inspiration to create great things. You had already made a mech, a point of pride for you. Sadly it was locked in your estate's dock, too large to carry along. It might not be a terrible idea to make an airship specifically designed to carry it someday...
Anyway, you used iron ingots--provided kindly by your fit catgirl wife, Cattleya--and other materials for your latest creation: an airship.

(Used up 1,300lbs of metal ingots to create the airship)

(1,000lbs of scrap turned to ingots from Cattleya's work)

It's a beautiful vessel, one that you've been working tirelessly to form.
You probably wouldn't have enough ingots to finish it were it not for the technical improvements done by Ruby Rose, another wife of yours and a self-proclaimed mastermind schemer (although privately you'd come to realize most of her plans tended to fall flat on her face from her love of overthinking things).

On it's sides are small retractable clockwork cannons that pop out of the hull. A larger, more intimidating, iron cannon on the deck could be manually manned. It didn't compare to the BoatMech's firepower but they were a good deterrent for any enemies you might happen to encounter.

Small pods with retractable propellers acted as lifeboats, just in case you all needed to be evacuated.

It was designed to be large enough to comfortably hold wives, guests, food, and cargo to sell. Of these products you'd mostly brought cotton, textiles, clothing, iron, and the giant pearl (mostly to get it appraised rather than sold, since it was a gift from a friend). A few clankers and some automatic sewing machines Herta made were brought along as well.

Finally, it was done. Though you couldn't celebrate yet, you still had to leave for the Centrian City.

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Your name is Shelly Suzume. You’re now officially a member of the White Fang. You’re still adjusting to it, and it has its ups and downs. You’re not that much into the ‘anti-human’ thing. You just want to help people, and right now Faunus are the group most in need of your support (plus, you owe a few favors to Taylor, the leader-boss of this branch here in Kuchinashi).

You recently had a tense conversation with the leader of the entire organization, Sienna Khan. Unfortunately, the talk wasn’t what you would call comfortable. The discussion stemmed from a recent tragedy. One of her family members (Aunt?) was killed by someone… or something. Plenty of other members of your branch lost their lives too, and so you went to go enact some justice for the fallen. You promised her that.

And to put it mildly, this has been one of your worst days you’ve had so far.
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Nestled in the heart of the known world lies the vast and diverse continent of Telurya, a land where many races live side by side, each with their own customs, cultures, and ideals. From the towering mountains of the north to the sprawling forests and plains of the south, Telurya is a place of both harmony and conflict, where ancient traditions clash with new ideas, and untold adventures await those brave enough to explore its depths.

The continent is divided by two major factions:

The Northerners
In the frozen wilderness of the north, a proud and fierce people known only as the Northerners have made their home. These beasts, who come in all shapes and sizes—ranging from towering, muscular creatures to more nimble, wolf-like beings—are known for their connection to the harsh land that shaped them. Their society is built around survival, strength, and honor, where the bond between tribe members is unbreakable. Whether they are formidable warriors, powerful shamans, or expert hunters, the Northerners rely on their innate connection to the land and the beasts that inhabit it. They are a nomadic people, their clans spread across the tundra and mountains, always on the move, always adapting. While their ways may seem primitive to outsiders, they hold a deep respect for nature and the spirits that govern the land.

The Southerners
In stark contrast, the Southerners represent the more traditional races of the world—humans, elves, dwarves, and halflings. These civilizations have flourished in the more temperate and fertile lands of the south, where agriculture, trade, and magical innovation thrive. The Southerners are known for their advanced cities, rich cultures, and often complex politics. While humans are the most numerous of the southern races, the elves and dwarves maintain ancient traditions, and the halflings are known for their charm and hospitality. The Southerners value knowledge, diplomacy, and the arts, and their societies are governed by a mixture of monarchy, council, and merchant influence. Though they live in relative peace, the competition for power between these races is fierce, and not all is as harmonious as it may seem.

The balance between these two factions has been a fragile one, and as tensions rise, the future of Telurya hangs in the balance. Will the Northerners push southward, bringing their savage strength to bear? Or will the Southerners find a way to coexist with the beastly tribes, or perhaps even unite against a greater threat?

Select a faction, a theme appropriate race and a biome. If you so desire, point out in the map where you want to start out.

2:03 PM, 1/12/2030
The siren rings. You and your crew run to the entrance. 3 people have barged in. You pull out your gun, and so does your crew.
What do you do?
>Shoot
>Ceasefire
>Switch to knife

Since it doesn't look like that there will be another LBCF post for me to participate in, I've collected the questions from last week's anchor post, and answers thereto, into https://www.emlia.org/pmwiki/pub/web/LeftBeyond.FAQ.html

I'm not very functional, and I am pretty sure that I missed some of the questions in the anchor post, so I had to use AI to suffice for some of the questions and answers. The answers are 100% my own but I used ChatGPT to make them grammatically coherent. I have also done this for this post.

If you liked "Left Beyond" and if it has made a difference in your life; if you cared at all about my work or my being; thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I'm now in Italy because I wanted to see a few things and be somewhere safe, and hug my family. So I will not be walking into the ocean for the King of Rust's coronation after all. I suppose if such a counter-historical event comes to pass, instead I will be walking into the lake. In my hometown there is a horrible mausoleum of a WW1 general, one of those who would throw men at machine-gun nests, facing a beautiful lake. It was a little tradition to go egg it in high school when people studied WW1. I think it stopped a few years after I graduated, but I am going to go egg it anyway.

Deus nolens exitus.

This may be the great filter. I hope we as a species and a collection of cultures make it through it.

https://www.emlia.org/pmwiki/pub/web/LeftBeyond.TalesFromTheBeyond.html

Thank you to everyone who was there.

The conception. The miracle of life. This is where it all begins. You are the egg that was released at the right time and you are the first successful sperm to meet the egg. You start your existence now.

>Roll 1d2 to determine if you implant successfully in the uterus.

Previously on With Great Power Quest: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=With%20Great%20Power%20Quest
and Rites of the Red Wizard Quest: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/5043544/#q5045606

Down we went into the dark, and into a terrible heat. It was a tropical warmth, the air thick and humid. I was uncomfortable in my jacket, but kept it on. The only light to see from was the fire in my fist. It cast long shadows down the descending stairs. The walls were stone, at first. So were the stairs. Then the next step beneath my foot became sticky, and the light gleamed a halo off the grool that dripped from the walls. A gloved finger slid along the surface just long enough for me to not want to ever touch it again.

It was fleshy, and wet.

"Fuck this," Grit muttered behind me as we descended into the living nightmare that was the Flesh-Smith's lair.

I don't know how far down we went, but the time we reached the foot of the stairs, we were breathing hard through the baking heat. Ahead of me Ayane's neck glistened, a sheen in her black hair. When the Living Dead Girl looked back, she wasn't frightened, her cheeks and her neck glowing from sweat. Her dark eyes were hard, determined, ready to meet the monster head on.

Putting a hand to her shoulder, I pulled myself in front.

If anyone was going to slay this dragon, it wasn't going to be here.

"We're nearly done with this," Dusk whispered to her sister, squeezing comfort Ayane didn't need into her palm. The sinister mask had dropped from Dusk's voice, for the first time she had the tone of a woman scared for her little sister.

Ayane nodded. "One way or another," she said, more fatalistic than I'd like.

Down a corridor we came to a closed door. A door red and veined, and in its center, a face.

I knew it, or I recognized it. Ferrara, a capo for the Outfit. He had come on bended knee to beg the Flesh-Smith for help in the gang war tearing up Chicago. He'd found out the hard way who he was dealing with. Weeping eyes closed shut, the gangster sobbed in his prison. Poor bastard.

When he opened those horrified eyes, tears running down his wretched face, he gasped.

"Get outta here, go, run," he sobbed, "You don't want what's in here. Not even you, Hotspur."

"Yes, we do," Dusk said, an obsidian talon raised.

He squeezed his eyes shut and began to sob again. The once powerful Chicago gangster, now warped into a grotesque door knocker.

"You don't want this, you don't, you don't..."

>Open the door to confront what lies beyond
>Cut through the door and put Ferrara out of his misery

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>What is a quest?
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>QM question:
How do you carve out around the holidays (or whenever you're busy) for questing, or do you just take a break? Do you have any advice for aspiring QMs who might not have the same time management skills?

>Player question:
Do you ever not contribute to discussions in-thread because it feels like other players are more into it/more knowledgeable? Or do you try to drive discussion no matter what? Is there anything you wish QMs were more clear on?

>General question(a):
If you could give one thing, even something immaterial, to one QM (including yourself) what would it be and who would you give it to?

>General question(b):
Have the recent changes to the site made you less eager to quest? Do you sometimes open the post box and just close the window and walk away if you have to wait?

>Lurker question:
Don't be a scrooge, vote!!!

>Miscellaneous question:
Do you celebrate a holiday this time of year? If so, how do you celebrate?

You are an inhabitant of the Nameless Realm. This land is a land of countless paths to power, strange locales, powerful artifacts, and people who take them.

Cultivators on the path of ascension.

This is not who you are. You are one of the many more people who lead normal lives, far from the ones who grasp endlessly for power and their matters. Farmers, medicine men, nobles, whatever.

Yet the past few hours of your life elude you. You wake up in a strange place with 4 others, equally confused. The floor and walls are a cold smooth marble white, pillars rising far into the darkness above.

There are 3 paths ahead you, each one leading into a chamber...full of books. Tomes, manuals, and scrolls on topics which elude you. Though you're certain the contents within are invaluable, should you choose to study it.

Each chamber is marked with an intricate symbol. One of a sword. One of a pond. One of a mirror.
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This game will take 5 players, first come first serve. Provide a name and 3 aspects of your background or personality from which to draw insight from, excluding any familiarity with cultivation.

For example, you could be a bullheaded person with a history of butting heads with people, an unfortunate quality for someone of a noble background and upbringing. You were disowned for your impudence, going on to become a mercenary who favors an axe. Three aspects.

Each cycle, you gain 3 Actions. For now, it can only be used to explore one of the 3 rooms, revealing a random book inside. Often, but not always, it can be advisable to take actions one by one.

When you explore a room, roll a dice with a size equal to the number of books not yet found. Naturally, this dice lowers as more books are found.

As you explore a room, unexpected events may occur.

More mechanics will be revealed as they come up and become relevant.

- Sword Chamber: 4 books.
- Pond Chamber: 4 books.
- Mirror Chamber: 4 books.