At the heart of the enemy base, when you felt you were cornered into an uncomfortable situation, you went straight to the boss and challenged him… to a Go-Kart Race. Since they began, Flame Duels have been all over the place, and this one is no exception. And what puts it over the edge is the rest of the competition. You’re not in a 1-on-1 duel with Jielun, but a full race with 8 participants — and all of them are your allies in what feels like the luckiest coincidence ever. To be fair, some were orchestrated; most of them were not.

It’s You, Jielun (your target), Vera, Aurora, Nina, Constance, Suan De, and Jesse. What an odd group.

Still, spiritually, your sole opponent is Jielun. The only objective is to beat him and no one else. Everyone else is here for flavor, or to make the race more fun! Esperanza’s flying referee was ordered to make this both entertaining and efficient. Probably all inspired by your feedback during the Tournament at the Bubble Dimension.

With no previous experience behind the tiny wheel, you’ll play it slowly to understand the vehicle’s nuances.

“Welcome, everybody, to the EXTREME… Go-Kart Racing! Codename’s Crossbill, and I’ll be commentating alongside the ever-trustworthy but totally unprepared, Clutz!” Crossbill enthusiastically starts the broadcast.

“Huh? Are we streaming this?” Vortexia is utterly confused.

“And also… this woman we found waiting outside the van!” Crossbill points at Kushi. “Why did you let her in? Was she eating some trash and you felt bad or something?”

“What is this? What are we watching on this tiny screen? Is this some kind of… <span class="mu-i">video game</span>?” Kushi sounds disgusted.

“She’s the ally Mr. Noon recruited. Like the whole thing with the cake.” Clutz explains. “I’m not entirely sure if it’s a good move, but I told her who we are.”

“And I’m here to help, I suppose.” Kushi doesn’t know if she can do much at this point.

“Oh, I imagined her older. Being such a grump and all.” Crossbill chuckles.

“Watch your tongue, woman.” Kushi didn’t like that.

“Let’s do this over. I’m Crossbill, Phil Noon’s bestie. Nice to meet ya.” Crossbill extends her hand for a handshake..

“Bestie? Like in best friend?” Kushi raises an eyebrow.

“Mhm, we’re so tight, he helped me escape prison.” Crossbill laughs.

“You keep mentioning that, and I’m beginning to think that it’s not a joke.” Vortexia wants definitive lore.

You are <span class="mu-s">Nicole Smith.</span>
You're in the final frontier of your story. You're about to fight one of the four CEOs of the STILLE DAG ORGANIZATION.

The organization that has been pestering you for the last month. The organization that wishes to reclaim its old spot as B-Corp by any means necessary.
The organization that threatens the people you care about.

Let's cut to the chase, okay? We all know why we're here.

ARCHIVE: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cleaner
MAIN CHARACTER SHEET: https://pastebin.com/3y638TfK
YOUR SQUAD: https://pastebin.com/iuaajHP0
THE OTHER SQUADS: https://pastebin.com/te2Y73Bx, https://pastebin.com/7G7zN51n, https://pastebin.com/N0AEBBFF, https://pastebin.com/75eDGWXg
INVENTORY: https://pastebin.com/n0MH6M17

Earth-616, 2010.

Earlier today, you announced to the public the truth.

<span class="mu-s">You are Tony Stark, and you are Iron Man.</span>

The high from the media attention was almost worth revealing the fact. It wasn’t until you had left the press conference that the thought came to you that it was a mistake. Everyone from the military to gossip magazines would hound you now, you were sure of it.

You would worry about it later. Soon, sleep overtook you. You weren’t asleep long enough to have any real dreams, but for a few moments, you remembered. Afghanistan. Captivity. Dr. Yinsen. Him, bleeding in your arms. Then, nothing. You woke with a jolt. Happy was tapping your leg from the front seat.

“Home already?”

“Yup. Have a good night, Mr. Stark.”

He left you in the driveway, but wasn’t present long enough to hear what you heard. Alarms, coming from inside the house. Strangely, none blared externally. You walked to the door, noting it had been left open.

“Jarvis!”

<span class="mu-b">“Welcome home, siiiiiiirrr.”</span> The AI’s robotic voice slurred, then stopped. Across the front room, A man looked over the balcony, out at Malibu on the horizon. He was barely silhouetted by the light. You walked towards the steps, keeping your cool. Then, he spoke.

“I am Iron Man. You think you’re the only superhero in the world? Mr. Stark, you’ve become part of a bigger universe. You <span class="mu-i">just</span> don’t know it yet.” His voice boomed and carried even while facing opposite out towards the water. He turned to face you, appearance still hidden in the shadow.

“Who the hell are you?” You looked back incredulously. How had he gotten in, and disabled J.A.R.V.I.S., at that? Happy couldn’t have been more than a mile down the road.

“Nick Fury. Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Oh.” Right, like you were supposed to know whatever the hell that was.

He smiled for a moment, then spoke again.

“I’m here to talk to you about the Avenger Initiative.”

It was a blur. Earth’s ‘mightiest’ heroes, defending the weak. It sounded like shadowy, pseudo-world police. You liked the idea of being <span class="mu-i">called</span> a hero, but you did it your way. Whoever this guy was didn’t understand that.

He left you his card, and you threw it into the trash.

Terrifying. You couldn’t be left alone with your thoughts and nothing to do or no one to talk to you. A bottle of whiskey stood half-finished on an end table. You knew you shouldn’t indulge.

“Jarvis.”

<span class="mu-b">“Yes, Sir?”</span> A response, thank God.

“I want a full security system reboot, and an analysis on how that guy managed to shut you down. That’s not happening again. Oh, and-”

>”Call Pepper.”
>”Prep the Mark Three. I’m going out.”
>”Run a background on Nick Fury, and this ‘shield’ thing. I’m gonna’ go tweak the suit.”

Roll one 1d100 to avoid drinking as a part of either choice. Success DC is >=80.

(Reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oKUsna2yvA)

<span class="mu-b">ANTON PEAS</span>: That's your name, don’t wear it out! Whisked away by a cult ritual gone wrong to a fantasy land shrouded in perpetual darkness, it’s safe to say your life has gotten a <span class="mu-i">LOT</span> more interesting as of late.

Sure, you’ve got a few new friends to back you up: <span class="mu-b">TZAH-TZIE:</span> a spinner of songs, stories, and shenanigans, <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 decided to rush off on her own due to… well…

Look, things have gotten <span class="mu-i">hairy</span>, okay? Barely surviving an all-you-can-eat buffet of close calls during a raid on one of the infamous <span class="mu-r">SPICE CARTEL’S</span> casinos, you immediately turned your attention towards preventing a summoning ritual by <span class="mu-r">THE CULT OF THE BURROWER</span>: a group of conspirators aiming to take over the world by any means necessary… including summoning <span class="mu-r">DEMONS!</span>

During your cross-country trek, however, you were visited in your dreams by an unfamiliar voice asking for your aid! The request?

<span class="mu-b">”LORDS… END….”</span>

Every inch of your being hopes they aren’t talking about <span class="mu-r">THE FOUR LORDS</span> that rule <span class="mu-b">ZORAL</span>, but you have a habit of being wrong these days! Still, it’s either be a hero or cough up <span class="mu-b">20,000 BELLS</span> for a lead on how to get home… and that doesn’t even begin to address the fact that you inadvertently entered a contract with a devil upon being summoned!

Oh, and did you mention your ex-girlfriend <span class="mu-r">LIZ</span> apparently found her way here? Yea, you’re not gonna be buying any lottery tickets any time soon, THAT’S for sure…

Trudging through slush and muck to an Inn that owes you a well-deserved reward, THIS is where your tale continues…

https://youtu.be/1lR8VLt1Xlk

Pick race and location.

My schedule is a bit random so I may not update every single day.

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You are Mila, the human rogue. Orphaned in the walled city of Terk, you soon learned your craft with the local gangs. After getting in trouble with the authorities one too many times, you decided to hit the road. You heard of a distant port city called Amabel where you could start anew. But the problem is getting there.

***

CHARGEN

Your main stat is DEX. It allows you great proficiency with finesse and ranged weapons, plus a good chance of evasion. You can also do sneak attacks.

You may choose a secondary high attribute, if you pick two dump stats.

Secondary attributes:

STR - your damage with melee weapons is increased. You can do a power attack, and this ability could be used alongside your sneak attack.

CON - you are hard to kill. You get a second wind if you are ever incapacitated. You also have advantage in intimidation checks.

INT - you are good with magic. You get a single cantrip you can use once a day, and you can read magic scrolls without an ability check.

WIS - you have advantage on perception checks and a strong affinity with nature. Choose a common animal as your companion. If it dies, you're sure you could tame another.

CHA - you have advantage on seduction and bargaining checks. On a critical hit when parlaying with a monster, it becomes your henchmen.

DUMP STATS

STR - you're weak. You better do those sneak attacks with a crossbow.

CON - your body can't stand much punishment.

INT - you can't read

WIS - you have poor sense of direction

CHA - you are annoying and people tend to dislike you

-3E 140, 3 years after the War of the Red Diamond-

Your father forged the armor. Your mother wore it into battle. Your uncle lost it.

“You what?” Your voice dripped with venom as you glared at him. “How do you lose daedric armor?”

Your uncle frowned, resolute. “It was just gathering dust on that mannequin. I had people to pay.”

“Mother left it to me in her will.” You soften your look as best you can. “Who did you owe money to?”

His eyes glanced down before he told you. You took in a deep breath and sighed. It was better than lashing out. It wouldn’t do any good. “…And I knew that was the most valuable set in the collection. I didn’t want everything to go.” It was true. As you look around the basement, many were the display cases of artifacts, weapons, armors, clothing. Your mother and father both traveled all over Tamriel, first as soldiers for the Empire, then as sellswords and adventurers. They planted roots when they had you. Mother continued to adventure in the region, but your father tended to you and the house.

“There’s a lot of history here. Every corner of the Empire is represented,” you walk between the aisles as you speak. Old Imperial newt-scale armor across from Alik’r desert garb. Khajiti carved walking staffs resting in a Dwemer vase. Skaal hunting gear atop Argonian stone pedestals. Wanderers and collectors - you recall a few pieces you added to the collection.

But that daedric armor was special. It was the only thing here that your father smithed himself. Everything else was for the shop. But not that. Not for the armor his wife wore, and now his child. If it was here, of course.

But where exactly is here?
>A) Vote for the starting province.
>1. Black Marsh
>2. Cyrodiil
>3. Elsweyr
>4. Hammerfell
>5. High Rock
>6. Morrowind
>7. Skyrim
>8. Summerset Isles
>9. Valenwood

As you pass by a large High Elven mirror, you give yourself a quick lookover.

>B) What is your gender?
>Male
>Female

>C) What is your race? Vote for one.
>1. Argonian (+1 rank to Lockpicking)
>2. Breton (+1 Conjuration)
>3. Dark Elf (+1 Destruction)
>4. High Elf (+1 Illusion)
>5. Imperial (+1 Speech)
>6. Nord (+1 Blunt)
>7. Redguard (+1 Blades)
>8. Khajiit (+1 Sneak)
>9. Orc (+1 Heavy Armor)
>10. Wood Elf (+1 Archery)

>Ranks in the different Skills will be explained alongside tge rules in the next update. The ranks are Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, and Master.

(Okay, that was a lot. I'll be answering questions after I get off work. Thank you for your interest, and welcome to Inheritance Lost!)

A strangled gasp desperately claws at air, forcing oxygen into needy lungs that have not felt its embrace in long months. The ragged, animalistic inhale enunciates to the world that you still live. The cold air you greedily suck in burns your throat like swallowing shards of razor glass. Your world is pain, but pain is good, pain means there is still life in your body, and you have survived this forced resuscitation. As soon as you’ve flooded your body with much-needed oxygen, your chest spasms violently, wracking your frame as wet coughs replace the gasp.

Locked in a cycle that oscillates between deep, hungry inhales and violent coughing fits, your eyes open and see nothing. The darkness is complete and total. You spy no source of light in the void that wrestles against the inevitability of night. Your mind is dull and numb. It still lagging from your awakening, struggling to do anything more than its base functions. Cold enshrouds you, wrapping you within its horrid embrace. Goose pimples cover your naked flesh as the chilled air caresses you, sucking out all your natural warmth. Teeth chatter within your mouth, and you crawl up into an even tighter foetal position; your body is trying and failing to beat back the cold that has infected your soul.

As the icy numbness recedes, the pain returns, coating every inch of your body like a cruel reminder of your suffering. You spasm wildly as pain intermittently shoots through different parts of your body, mimicking lightning never hitting the same spot with the agony-inducing stab, at least never hitting the same place twice in a row. Each involuntary twitch is confined, restricted, and imprisoned; the movements are halted from completion by an unyielding force.

Still blind, you register the constraints that bind you, with the realisation you fight against them like a rabid Sullus-Tiger. Pushing upwards in an attempt to get to your feet, you shove your face into metal wire that does not give. Your hands blindly claw at the cage that keeps you pinned to the ground, fingers fruitlessly fight the durasteel. They fail to find a weakness or to scythe through the metal. Now you notice you are not even able to lie straight, your cage has you trapped in this foetal position with only a few inches of space on any side. Kicking at the prison, you are as successful as a child stomping in protest against their parent. The woven metal that holds you captive will not break under your hopeless, infantile assault.

You are Marnie, of no last name, and you want nothing more than to escape your artificial life. For the last several weeks, you’ve been training alongside your Digimon Partner, Phascomon, and have recently bonded enough to unlock the secret of Digivolution.

With the combined strength of you and your allies, you seek to ascend The Tower and defeat its mighty guardian, so you can leave City 87-O and live your life as a human should; out there in the real world.

But first, you have to survive the many threats coming your way, whether they take the form of hostile Digital Lifeforms, or the iron claw of the City’s enforcement units.

Where last your story left off, you entered a network subsystem in search of your missing friend— enigmatic Code Cracker Doc Cracker. With the help of a City-employed pair of Digimon that you threatened into cooperation, you managed to locate him, as well as the old enemy of yours that abducted him.

Now, it's time to fight back.


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