Ilvermorny Quest continues!

Last time, the girls made it to America, got a cool car, started making friends, got in fights with big spiders, discovered a disconcerting fact of their ancestry, and send three guys to the hospital!

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Herbology was taught… well with a name like Lief, you didn’t really expect a black fellow. Half black?

Whatever.

An older black looking guy with a shiny bald head, aside from a bit of iron colored hair kept short around the sides.

“Hello students. Another beautiful day to get some time outside! Today? We will be looking at the plant used for patients having trouble feeding themselves, and also makes for some good elote once you take the teeth out; Macerating Maize. Blonde British girls! You missed class before; did you do your reading?”

“Yeah… yes sir.”

“Good, since you and that mirror image will be demonstrating how to pick these things, after a quick example by myself, after our lecture; be sure to wear your gloves.”

“Ah. Excellent. Corn with teeth. Fantastic.”

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After a short lecture, you were out in the fields with the older black man showing you and the rest of the class a small patch of… well it just looked like corn up until he brought up a small stick and had the tip of it bitten off by a set of white kernels that were suddenly there after the green leaves that covered up the maize opened up.

Why did every thing in America have fangs?! Even some of the rabbits did!

Following a quick demonstration of how to grab the corn silk to paralyze the things, the Professor set you and the rest of the class to work harvesting them.

Emmy… she ended up discovering a different way to get the cobs off the stalk when she got her finger bitten and punched the offending maize hard enough it went flying across the garden.

Alright… maybe doing this high and coked up was not the greatest idea.

Regardless, you only got nipped once when you and Aubrey worked together to get a few cobs… she had obviously done this before.

Did she really take summer classes just to be with her friends? Perform her prefect duties? Keep an eye on Travis? She… she sounded lonely when you thought of it that way.

“Doing okay, Jenn? I don’t know if they have these over in Bongland.”

“Better than my sister. And no; never studied these before. You have, right?”

“Yep! A lot of the summer stuff is remedial or extra practice. Been picking these since first year.”

“Then why do you do it? You know all this stuff already.”

Prologue.
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You are Nathan Drake. An ordinary person. Ordinary looks, ordinary life. At least, you think so, because you can’t remember.

No, not that Nathan Drake from the video games. You’re from Earth, so you know the reference.

You can’t remember anything else. As you open your eyes, you find yourself lying on the grass. You’re in the middle of a forest. The sun mercilessly shines over your face, prompting you to get up. It must be around midday.

How unlucky. You can’t remember anything, and you don’t know where you are.

Where are you? You look around. Tall aspens with white bark and golden leaves tower over you. And though the sky still looks like it’s summertime, you wager it must be fall, since the leaves have already turned.

You feel thirsty. Instinctively, you get up and start walking. One direction leads deeper into the woods. The other, towards a clearing. A way out of the forest, heading into an open area. As you’re still a bit disoriented, you can’t be sure of your location.

You start looking yourself over. You’re wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers and a shirt. Nothing out of the ordinary. An odd thing occurs to you however… but before you can figure out exactly what it is, a voice interrupts you.

“Hey you!”

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==The following quest is a work of fiction. Any and all similarities to characters, groups or entities in real life are purely *laughs* coincidental.==

==Rules==
This will be a lighthearted Quest inspired by video games/movies, and classic choose-your-own adventure novels…
Note: The quest may move rapidly at the beginning, and during certain times. However, I’ll give major events and choices at least half a day to a day or so, so everyone can throw their vote in.
RNG will be kept to a minimum. Players need only to worry about a few things. One mechanic is Luck. Sometimes, the players will be given choices to either test their luck in a given situation or not. You will learn more about this eventually.
The choice with the most support is taken.
Some events have an opportunity for write-ins. The write-in with the most support is taken.
Some events with write-ins, players can write their own dialogue ideas (asking questions, actions, observations, reactions.)
Warning: May contain violence, explicit language, suggestive themes.
Enjoy.
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The King, St. Klaus IV, is dead, at the age of 114. He has Fathered No heirs. He has named No successors. His Wife, Queen Majesty Gertie II, has not been seen in the public eye for 2 months. There are rumors she has contracted Peppermint Rot, A ghastly plague, That makes bones brittle, Movement difficult, and death, certain. St. Klaus IV was a robust man, a fearless warrior, and a beloved king. His Subjects adored him, and his enemies, At worst, respected his ability to rule. He is to be given the sobriquet, The Uniter, for his deft hand in war and diplomacy.

However, with the king dead, and the Count of Jollyforst, Edwin Gumdrop, A kind, but weak elf, next in line for the throne, the Empire sits at a precipice.
Speak of secession billows through courts like a Highwinter gale.
Grilla, High-Chief-Matron of the Ogre Clans, Sallies her forces.
Grinch bandits, Sensing the weakness, plunder from merchants crossing the Plum Road.
Rogue Sorcerers Dominate isolated who-villages and Craft-Warrens
The High Krampus is calling for another crusade.
Tomten Holds Bar their doors.
Kallikantzaroi, like vultures, begin to appear, watching the goings on with unspoken malice.
All manner of monster ebb from the Snow frosted Forests
And more...

Naughtiness shall prevail, unless...

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Yushan, the first world explored by the courageous Celestial Explorers League sent out into the stars from Long-Jia's newly constructed space ports, and the first of Shangrala's sister worlds colonized and the furthest along in the process of being made into a proper habitat for its people and the others who found shelter upon the world you call home, be they human or not. After Guozhi proceeded to the next in the line of his thousand lives and you mourned with your fellow psykerists, and wept many bittersweet tears into the shoulder and hair of your beloved Kanzeon, the colonization and inspection of the world of Yushan had quietly proceeded and rather uneventfully. Now taint of discord or Empyrean energy wellspring was found lurking in its further reaches, and while its lack of fog and mist was unpleasant to the native Shangralans amongst its colonists, there had been no danger beyond what was expected in settling a new world, the threat of treading into and seeking to tame wilderness.

However, you and your most esteemed brother hood of panther hunters, and your sons of the legiones astartes and their own subordinate regiments of baseline humans from Terra, along with a smattering of various abhuman and xenos auxiliaries, had been requested to solve an unexpected problem. The threat posed by the suddenly aggressive wildlife of Yushan, that the colony guard and imperial army of Long-Jia found themselves incapable of overcoming even with their advance weaponry and finely wrought armor and well honed tactics.

The most veteran amongst your space marines, and the survivors of the original brotherhood of panthers, all agree that amongst the many unique and fascinating strains of life present upon Yushan, four pose the greatest and most imminent threat to the brave and selfless colonists, whom have left behind their homes and the stability and safety of modern society to spread both humanities' dominion further across the stars as well as the values and wisdoms that had brought the people of Shangrala together to bask in shared prosperity only made possible through their unity and solidarity.

The habitat flattening "Town Crushing Serpent", with a hide toughened through the incorporation of the minerals that make up the majority of their diet, a natural defense strong enough to resist even sustained plasma fire. A formerly docile one horned brute of a creature prized and selected for domestication for their hardy, insolating fur and protein and vitamin rich milk, that has in recent cases of aggression revealed of previously unknown toxin produced within its singular horn that is singularly lethal and capable of causing deaths most prolonged and agonizing. A gargantuan reptilian beast that resembles the crocodilians of Prospero, that through yet to be determined means, is capable of, with a stare, paralyzing its prey.
Cont

The Church of the Sun uncovered an ancient secret about the world - the gods created a powerful ritual which when successfully performed can make a continent raise from the sea floor, but by doing so one or more existing continents might sink! Further research is needed, but it is possible that all major cataclysms in the past were caused by someone performing this ritual.

The ritual was uncovered by translating slabs from an ancient underwater Nagah temple recovered by an intrepid group of adventurers. According to these texts, the ritual can only be performed once per millenium at most. According to the sages calculations, the most recent ritual... was already performed a few years ago and no one noticed.

So there is a whole new continent somewhere in the Endless Ocean to be settled!

The Church of the Sun loses no time and finances an expedition to the unknown continent. Ten vessels, each with 200 crew, are sent to colonize the new land.

Many stormy months later, about half of the vessels crash land against the rocks of an unknown continent.

Sick, starving and cut off from the rest of the world, the new colonists must decide how they are going to live from now on!

But they must decide quickly - the land ahead is unforgiving, and all kinds of amphibious creatures are already beginning to claim it for themselves.

The people decide their new city will be called Naga. They get together and decide on a system of government.

> Feudal Monarchy. The traditional mode of government. Twice as much unrest can be quelled by garrisons. This means taxes can usually be higher.
> Trade Republic. No fancy nobles, all government roles are elective. Trade revenue is doubled, but corruption tends to be high as well.
> Tribal Confederacy. A loose alliance of clans. All tribe leaders meet in a council to organize mutual defense. Military units cost half to feed.
> Theocracy. A single powerful religious order controls the land. There is no unhappiness, but research progress is halved.

You're a young huntress! All the good men are gone in the baron's war. You must provide for the village.

You have a short bow, a dagger and the knowledge of how to use them.

Now go out there and catch some game!

Choose your name.

The world is just a series of floating islands hovering on top of an endless abyss, perpetually filled with stormy clouds and fog. There are three main races in the world - humans, whose ingenuity allowed them to build flying machines to traverse the void which aren't always very reliable, elves who invented magical flying ships, the traditional way to get around, and harpies, who just fly from place to place and menace the air travel of the other races, but as a result never developed much technology or magic of their own, relying on their natural abilities.

There are also the denizens of the abyss, a race of peculiar creatures who seem to only exist at night, the light of the sun making them disappear. They are the only ones who can grant passage into the abyss or retrieve items that fall into it.

Ocasionally the storms make creatures from other worlds show up. That is how the humans and elves appeared here. The harpies either arrived first or were always here, and no one knows much about the denizens of the abyss, not even themselves.

Which race do you want?
> Humans
> Elves
> Harpies
> Denizens of the Abyss
> Write in

Nine years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.

Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.

The push into the gnoll held territory has started with a flanking maneuver. Taking the army west towards Darrowmere River and then into South Durnholde Hills. Your cavalry had hopefully fooled the gnolls to think of you coming directly at them, while in reality your army slips past the gnolls and you can strike into their soft backsides.

That is at least the plan, but you know that rarely plans go as intended. Soon the troubles started, you got caught in a magical trap laid by the mages of Dalaran during the Second War, but you managed to escape thanks to your magic training and the Fel inside you.

Next you faced Lord Colonel Othmar Garithos trying to claim the campaign's leadership position in a duel. But that buffoon had underestimated you badly and you branded, quite literally, his buttocks with the Cinder Sword. Without that ass around being a pain in the ass, your position as the Lord Commander of the Expeditionary Force was on a solid foundation. No one could threaten your position and you could concentrate fully on removing the gnoll threat once and for all.

Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!

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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.