Use the RNG to determine which race and class your character now belongs to and choose a scenario. Alternatively, if you're already set, simply choose a prompt. (Write a little about your character in the top comment if you like!)
PROMPTS (C) ① FEAST-WORTHY; A celebration is in order. ② HIGHWAY ROBBERY; People are under attack! Defend yourself/your company. ③ RESCUED; You passed out. But who saved you? ④ THE PUB; All that adventuring deserves a drink or seven. ⑤ CAMPFIRE; A quiet moment together after dark has fallen. ⑥ BATTLEFIELD; The battle is about to begin or has been raging for days/months. ⑦ KINGDOM PROPER; Safe behind the castle walls, a slice of your high-fantasy life. ⑧ ROYAL AUDIENCE; The liege-lord/lady wishes to speak with you (for good or bad). What did you do? ⑨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE; Lands were united and this is the aftermath. ⑩ MAGIC TREE; You stepped through the door in its center and now you aren't where you were a moment ago, be it by a couple of miles or several thousand. The problem is, you could very well end up in your sworn enemy's bathroom (or worse)! Wherever the Tree dumped you, the situation is incredibly awkward. ⑪ QUESTING; Saving a princess or collecting precious artifacts, honoring your kin or working for coin; whatever you do, it serves a higher purpose. ⑫ STRANGE LANDS; Be you a guest or prisoner, you are far from home. ⑬ HISTORIC LOVE; Smut/Romance prompt. Having overcome all the odds, you can now be with your intended. ⑭ FLIP-SIDE; Surprise! Your magical abilities/skill-sets have been swapped. ⑮ BOSS DEFEAT; The Dark Lord is dead! Now what?
[Human Elementalist. because canon wind manipulation abilities translate into that pretty well don't you think? Also, like in canon, he won't talk very much, if ever.]
[ Taller than Man and Elf, his antlers are ancient birchwood and his eyes are wise, shadowed pools. He can be glimpsed in meadows and through the tree-line, but follow him with dark intent and he will lead you into a Wild Hunt that may not end well for you. Approach with no ill-will and perhaps you shall be blessed by the White Hart, the traditional diviner of Kings, Queens and Pure Hearts alike.
Beware! Once you are in his domain of forests and fields, he can see to your core; his wildlands love him more than your guaranteed safety. ]
[He has never been in this part of the forest before.
It should be impossible. He knows every leaf, every root, every rock of the woods of his home. He knows where the birds nest and where the boar root and he knows the distinctive sound of the wind amoung the leaves of each tree. There is no part of his father's land that he does not know in his sleep.
He has never been here.
The air tastes different, he can feel it down his throat, at the back of his tongue, something sharp and pure and cold, just short of burning as it slips down his nose, presses on his ears. He has never seen the stars above so close or so bright, whirls of color instead of spear points of light. And he has never heard the music of the night breeze through the silver leaves sound so clear and chiming, more alive than he has ever known and yet somehow forever far away no matter how close he stands under their canopy. There is no moon, though he knows it should be there, filling the sky. He has stepped into a world entirely alien from his own and he fears that if he touches it, it will rip away and reveal what is truly underneath, something more real than anything he has ever known.
He knows where he should be standing, on the edge of that little stream just paces away from the old gnarled blackberries - and he knows even more that he is not there. His breath comes through his parted lips and it shakes as it pools clear and clean in his chest. Something True has come to the Greenwood. Something Old.]
[A ten year old girl is of course a suitable caretaker.
So, they were chosen to travel down into the caverns beneath the kingdom and recover the princess's crown from the kingdom of rat men. In part because of Ponyo's qualifications as a thief in her own right, in part because Chihiro's magic should keep them from getting lost, and in part because they're both small enough to make their way down there with minimal difficulties.
Suitably kitted out with whatever from the royal armory could be resized in a hurry to fit, the two girls stand outside the recently discovered way down.]
[To say that Zed frequently gets in over his head would be an understatement. The fact that, despite all odds, he keeps coming back is the reason he keeps getting sent out on these missions. Even if only as distractions for the team who actually gets the job done.
Once the job is done, they usually leave him to his fate and trust him to catch up. Usually, he does.
But today, the golems who had been guarding the Amulet of Nodvanig are proving remarkably resilient to his blows and remarkably stubborn about being talked out of their current course of action or dizzied by his songs. Do Iron Golems even have ears?]
This is the last time we accept quests from shady men in the taverns! [The man had said it would be a simple mission. Go to a cave, find a jewel, come back and get paid. They had done quests just like this before, a few minor details tweaked but overall along the same line. It got dull and tedious after a while but as long as they were earning gold there was nothing to complain about.
It had quickly become clear that this was not one of those quests.
To start, the cave had turned out to be an underground labyrinth, making it near impossible to find their objective while getting them completely lost in the process. It was dark and damp and frankly a bit creepy. And the place was crawling with creatures, which they were used to but fighting them off was still exhausting. Frustrating too, especially now that Billy was cornered by large, venomous spiders and exhausted of his magic for the moment.
[so I'm going with Dwarven thief. No, seriously. Can we make Legolas tabletop rp a dwarf thief? Because he'll be pretty terribad at it and it will be the kind of horrible folk tell tales about around their space heaters on geek night.
Otherwise, he can be an elven archer on a quest or something 'irl'. No smut either way please.]
[ The game is a ruse of sorts, he doesn't doubt Legolas is aware of it, what with everything that has passed during the War of the Ring, but the past year has crawled by and Thranduil has seen so little of his son. He heard news from the birds, naturally, and though for some time was forced to live in silence, ignorant of what was happening in the far kingdoms of Men, he was never long without concern for his only child. But this is not Doriath, he would tell himself in the dark of night, and there is no Girdle to crumble and let all your enemies in. He is fighting a different kind of war. It is small and subtle, but the ripples will be felt by all for Ages to come. You will be the one to keep his home well-guarded. If it had been foolish to feel his breath stop when he looked south, even once King Elessar ascended the throne and took with him Undómiel, then Thranduil would have agreed.
Foolish but honest. Bring me safely back my son, that is all I ask.
Only, upon Legolas's eventual homecoming (which has been much cause for merry-making for days on end and fine Dorwinion wine to flow as freely as the Forest River by their king's leave) it is apparent he is altered. Gimli, son of Glóin, has entered the newly renamed Eryn Lasgalen with him as an honoured guest from the Glittering Caves and there is talk of taking a contingent of elves to Ithilien — that they should settle there. Thranduil does not begrudge them and gives those who wish to travel with his son his blessing; but he will remain in their home as the spiders' dominion wanes, will make it fair and light again. Such began with the visit of Celeborn a season ago.
Legolas is sitting across a small table from him and yet, when Thranduil lays eyes on him it is as if a portion of his child never returned at all. He knows him well enough to understand it at a glance.
Stolen by the sea, his anxieties whisper. You know of its draw on the heart.
So, here they are tonight. The game is a strange one, with Men and Dwarves on the board; there would have been Elven representation, but with Legolas having happily selected Gimli's kin as his personal army it only seemed fitting to opt to command the wooden figurine Men. Whatever the goal is, Thranduil has not been paying it any real attention. Something about a quest for jewels which initially made him lay a long-suffering look on his wide-eyed son, as he recalls. Mostly, he isn't sure how to approach the subject of this potentially being one of the last occasions they have idle time together and as such the Elvenking remains draped in warm robes in the private-quarter of his palace, his crown set aside and a pensive blue gaze resting more on Legolas than humouring the rules. ]
Your friend must do without you, on the morrow. He can spare me my son for a day and find welcome among others.
[ Less of a command than a casual comment, it nevertheless carries his will. If Legolas is to leave in weeks or months for quite possibly the next Age (Not the sea, not there; you cannot have him) he will just have to put up with a meddling father for the duration of his stay.
On the board-game, Thranduil moves an oaken knight to take one of the Dwarven soldiers. So there. ]
[The day is peaceful, drawing on toward evening, wind rustling in the trees and so forth. At least, it is until a face pops out of said tree right above Bolin's head. It's a grey face, though not a particularly frightening one.]
So wherre can a girrl go to get a good meal arround herre?
[And have an RNG-ed dragonkind assassin! Here they are in the town square, and she's standing right next to him, looking at the possible missions they can take up on the bulletin board.]
[Dragon... ninja. Dragon. Ninja. I really don't even know how that works, but hey, that means Kirito doesn't, either. In fact, given that the NerveGear works on the body's normal reactions, he's probably spending a good few minutes just stumbling around and trying to get used to the fact that he's suddenly not human.]
[Also, it goes without saying, the dragon is black. That's just kind of his thing, at this point. The membrane between his wings is thin, looking almost like shadow from a distance. It would probably look really intimidating, if he could make it more than four steps before tumbling over.]
[Ren's never played a PC game before... the red-scaled dragon could be seen in the starting area, turning this way and that as the player took in all the strange, new sights.]
[Halfling. Because that's hilarious. His class can be shapeshifter, healer, elementalist, alchemist, or thief. All prompts are fine, but I would rather not do smut.]
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King of the Wild | English Folklore & Fables ❧
Beware! Once you are in his domain of forests and fields, he can see to your core; his wildlands love him more than your guaranteed safety. ]
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It should be impossible. He knows every leaf, every root, every rock of the woods of his home. He knows where the birds nest and where the boar root and he knows the distinctive sound of the wind amoung the leaves of each tree. There is no part of his father's land that he does not know in his sleep.
He has never been here.
The air tastes different, he can feel it down his throat, at the back of his tongue, something sharp and pure and cold, just short of burning as it slips down his nose, presses on his ears. He has never seen the stars above so close or so bright, whirls of color instead of spear points of light. And he has never heard the music of the night breeze through the silver leaves sound so clear and chiming, more alive than he has ever known and yet somehow forever far away no matter how close he stands under their canopy. There is no moon, though he knows it should be there, filling the sky. He has stepped into a world entirely alien from his own and he fears that if he touches it, it will rip away and reveal what is truly underneath, something more real than anything he has ever known.
He knows where he should be standing, on the edge of that little stream just paces away from the old gnarled blackberries - and he knows even more that he is not there. His breath comes through his parted lips and it shakes as it pools clear and clean in his chest. Something True has come to the Greenwood. Something Old.]
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thranduil oropherion | tolkien; bookverse
aslan | chronicles of narnia
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Let me know if this needs tweaking. o/
sorry for the late response <3
Likewise; and happy new year!
Ponyo | Ponyo
Halfling, cleric, 11
So, they were chosen to travel down into the caverns beneath the kingdom and recover the princess's crown from the kingdom of rat men. In part because of Ponyo's qualifications as a thief in her own right, in part because Chihiro's magic should keep them from getting lost, and in part because they're both small enough to make their way down there with minimal difficulties.
Suitably kitted out with whatever from the royal armory could be resized in a hurry to fit, the two girls stand outside the recently discovered way down.]
Are you ready, Ponyo?
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Cynric the Unflinching | D&D OC |OTA
Billy Kaplan | Marvel 616
witchwarlock. And when all else fails he'll whack you with his staff.]Demon bard, 3
Once the job is done, they usually leave him to his fate and trust him to catch up. Usually, he does.
But today, the golems who had been guarding the Amulet of Nodvanig are proving remarkably resilient to his blows and remarkably stubborn about being talked out of their current course of action or dizzied by his songs. Do Iron Golems even have ears?]
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Sofia Sinclair | OC
Orc Shapeshifter AU.
Have a bitty Sofie
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Somehow this turned into a modern fantasy au of some weird sort.
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Wally West | Young Justice | OTA
Elven warlock, 11
It had quickly become clear that this was not one of those quests.
To start, the cave had turned out to be an underground labyrinth, making it near impossible to find their objective while getting them completely lost in the process. It was dark and damp and frankly a bit creepy. And the place was crawling with creatures, which they were used to but fighting them off was still exhausting. Frustrating too, especially now that Billy was cornered by large, venomous spiders and exhausted of his magic for the moment.
Spiders. It was always spiders.]
A little help here?
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Legolas | LOTR: Hobbit
Otherwise, he can be an elven archer on a quest or something 'irl'. No smut either way please.]
1/18/11; this got super long, omg sorry
Foolish but honest. Bring me safely back my son, that is all I ask.
Only, upon Legolas's eventual homecoming (which has been much cause for merry-making for days on end and fine Dorwinion wine to flow as freely as the Forest River by their king's leave) it is apparent he is altered. Gimli, son of Glóin, has entered the newly renamed Eryn Lasgalen with him as an honoured guest from the Glittering Caves and there is talk of taking a contingent of elves to Ithilien — that they should settle there. Thranduil does not begrudge them and gives those who wish to travel with his son his blessing; but he will remain in their home as the spiders' dominion wanes, will make it fair and light again. Such began with the visit of Celeborn a season ago.
Legolas is sitting across a small table from him and yet, when Thranduil lays eyes on him it is as if a portion of his child never returned at all. He knows him well enough to understand it at a glance.
Stolen by the sea, his anxieties whisper. You know of its draw on the heart.
So, here they are tonight. The game is a strange one, with Men and Dwarves on the board; there would have been Elven representation, but with Legolas having happily selected Gimli's kin as his personal army it only seemed fitting to opt to command the wooden figurine Men. Whatever the goal is, Thranduil has not been paying it any real attention. Something about a quest for jewels which initially made him lay a long-suffering look on his wide-eyed son, as he recalls. Mostly, he isn't sure how to approach the subject of this potentially being one of the last occasions they have idle time together and as such the Elvenking remains draped in warm robes in the private-quarter of his palace, his crown set aside and a pensive blue gaze resting more on Legolas than humouring the rules. ]
Your friend must do without you, on the morrow. He can spare me my son for a day and find welcome among others.
[ Less of a command than a casual comment, it nevertheless carries his will. If Legolas is to leave in weeks or months for quite possibly the next Age (Not the sea, not there; you cannot have him) he will just have to put up with a meddling father for the duration of his stay.
On the board-game, Thranduil moves an oaken knight to take one of the Dwarven soldiers.
So there.]dad! Also I love an elf that tl;drs. I hope I can live up to it.
son! oh, you do o/
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Makoto Tachibana | Free! | OTA
Mike Traceur | Knight Rider '08 | OTA
Bolin--Avatar: The Legend of Korra
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So wherre can a girrl go to get a good meal arround herre?
Ymir | Attack on Titan
totsuka tatara | k
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Hmm, which one of these catches your eye?
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sorry for the late tag(s)!
it's ok!
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human/rogue; 10
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[Also, it goes without saying, the dragon is black. That's just kind of his thing, at this point. The membrane between his wings is thin, looking almost like shadow from a distance. It would probably look really intimidating, if he could make it more than four steps before tumbling over.]
Suzugamori Ren | Cardfight!! Vanguard | OTA
Huh~ This actually looks interesting!
[Ren's never played a PC game before... the red-scaled dragon could be seen in the starting area, turning this way and that as the player took in all the strange, new sights.]
Remus Lupin (1970s) | Harry Potter
Itsuki Koizumi | Haruhi Suzumiya
Rose Lalonde | Homestuck
Elsa of Arendelle | Frozen