Username: Tara de Draiocht Prompt response: In this world, you are a character. You know you are a character and someone is directing your every move. You can hear them roll a "Nat 20." blinked and looked around. She was no longer Songbird but a brave warrior on two legs. Before she had time to truly take in the differences she felt her self pose and move but... it wasn't her own doing. Someone or something was controlling her! How scary... "Nat 20" a booming voice rang in the air. What? What was that? Songbird could only wait inside her mind while her body was controlled like a doll.
You cannot see, but you can hear and you can smell and you know you are not where you should be.
All that Once Pleasant Dreams could see was Darkness. It seemed unnerving. Was it because they had no sight, or was it because they were blindfolded? It was hard to know since they couldn't touch their face. As things began to make more sense, if that could even truly be said about the situation, there was the realization that something smelled wrong. The air was thick and heavy, it smelled of smoldering wood and burning flesh. It was truly horrific, the sounds were even worse. The fact she wasn't suffocating let her know that it wasn't a place on fire, but most likely an inferno of sorts, maybe a large oven? The thought made her skin crawl and her stomach drop. She was not supposed to be here....
4. You are a knight and your duty is to serve, no matter who - or what - that is.
Prompt response: In this world of mystics and magic, knights come in all shapes and sizes. Cosmic Traveller was never even from this reality in the first place. She had been from a more primitive, less humanoid world where her quadrupedal species roamed a specific region and ruled the lands as the highest sapient beings.
Here, she is a young Mage Knight to a Queendom ruled by a tyrannical queen that uses her beauty, status, and cunning state and magecraft to pit the less reasonable patriarchal kingdoms against each other in order for her plans to conquer all the land to come to fruition. Cosmic Traveller was fortunate enough to be reborn into a human form that had a lot of magic in her--enough to reach the capabilities and be recognized as a mageknight of the Queendom. Her tasks include using her feminine wiles to manipulate court consensus and use her magic to rid her majesty of any political enemies that couldn't be seduced or bought, but she enjoyed her work and found her vocation very rewarding at times. A knight is a knight, no matter who they serve. Sometimes, you're just the bad guy.
Dice rolls
[4] = 4 d20:
[
4
]
= 4
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A teacher once taught you that you could be anything. So you chose to become something better. Something bigger. Something worse.
He had been quiet, a background child his whole life, pushed to the sides by the louder children or the prettier children or the more enthusiastic children. He had never felt he knew how to change this, but he craved more. And then one day, his teacher taught the class about how one could be anything in life, and he thought about that, and thought about what he wanted to be.
Now? It was a few decades later, and Never was sitting in his favorite chair in his office at the top of the tower overlooking his city. His city, his capital, his world.
Oh sure, he wasn't the legal owner of either the city or the world, but it did not matter. He was the de facto leader, he was the one in charge, and everyone listened to him now. He had made sure that they all would remember him, and whether or not they loved or hated him, they all knew who he was.
They would never ignore him again.
Dice rolls
[5] = 5 1d20:
[
5
]
= 5
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5 wrote:A teacher once taught you that you could be anything. So you chose to become something better. Something bigger. Something worse.
You could be anything, his tutor once said. She beamed at him with pride and joy, having taught him all she knew in hopes of forming him into a fine young man.
He could have kept at her teachings, taken her lessons on morality and honor to heart. But where was the fun in that?
He whispered sweet nothings into the ear of a woman whose name he doesn't even care to remember. His honeyed words belie the empty promises he makes to keep her compliant. When she finally takes his hand and joins him behind closed doors, he wastes no time. They slip between a stranger's sheets where she makes herself comfortable in the cage of his arms.
When he's certain of his hold over her, he buries fangs into the crook of her neck.
And drains her down to the last drop.
Dice rolls
[5] = 5 d20:
[
5
]
= 5
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11 wrote:In this world, you are a character. You know you are a character and someone is directing your every move. You can hear them roll a "Nat 20."
Duke is so over it. He's been over it since he realized the unfairness of his condition and his situation. He didn't want to be in some bizarre high school love web. He didn't want to have to work through all that teen angst and self-consciousness.
The only thing good thing he had was being able to throw hands (and feet). Especially when he heard a woman's high-pitched squeal of "Nat 20" and the ululations of the crowd that followed.
Dice rolls
[11] = 11 d20:
[
11
]
= 11
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4 wrote:You are a knight and your duty is to serve, no matter who - or what - that is.
"Enemy forces are closing in fast," the veteran reported, out of breath and devoid of hope.
L'Gaia assessed the grim situation before her and knew this would be her last stand. She'd served her master her whole life and watched him grow from spoiled, entitled brat to a tyrannical, murderous lord. She'd tried, repeatedly, and in vain to steer him down a better path, to guide him to be a more righteous, or at the very least decent man.
But her words fell on deaf ears, her loyalty constantly questioned, and her wisdom mocked. She could not say nor do anything to help him then. All she could do now is to buy him time to escape and hope that with the fall of his fiefdom, he would mend his ways. And if he instead grew bitter and learned nothing, well, at least she would not live to see him break her heart one more time.
Dice rolls
[4] = 4 d20:
[
4
]
= 4
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A letter arrives in the mail one day with news of someone you lost. What does it say?
Treewoven knew this day would come. Having traveled over the world with her friends in her earlier years as an adventurer was amazing. They saved towns, helped people, done things she knew realized could be possible. But being an elf, long lived, she dreaded this news. The first of her fellows had passed, curse her long life.
What kind of life would you live if you could breathe underwater?
Grotto had always dreamed about living underwater. She'd felt deep in her soul that it was where she belonged. Water creatures of all kinds always congregated to her. Then one day she woke up and realized that she'd been transported! Grotto seemed to be underwater and was able to breathe! Her dream fulfilled, she'd spend the rest of her days playing with all her aquatic friends.
You are in a haunted house and it doesn't like you. Maybe you should escape. Maybe you should stay.
The floors creaked under her feet as she walked about the house. The storm picked up and the old shutters kept slamming in the wind. Every turn she made, another weird shadow would greet her. The house seemed like it was trying to scare her away. But the joke was on it, she thrived in places like this. It was perfect.
Username: Lutz Prompt response: 1. A circus performer, a dancer, an actor; on stage, you are the master of your soul and you are sharing it with the world.
He was back on the field, flag pole in hand, a smile on his face and a dream in his heart. Echoed Chorus was having a similar dream to one he'd had a week or so ago...or was it a dream? He had hands, feet, clothes, and he knew the words to all these things. He was the star of the color guard at his high school and he was about to perform for the homecoming halftime crowd at the football game.
It went by in a blur. He hit all his marks, flipped his flat perfectly, landed all his tricks - and the crowd went wild. Echoed Chorus bowed deeply with his group but the crowd was chanting his name. This was true happiness, he was sure.
Username: Lutz Prompt response: 9. You teach because you love it, because you want to share your knowledge of something you're passionate about. What is it?
Hang The Moon knew that compassion wasn't something you could really teach, but there were things she could do to demonstrate how to care to others who might struggle to put others first. Giving first aid or helping someone physically was, of course, a noble task, but being a listening ear or shoulder to cry on were things that were invaluable. Knowing how to empathize, sympathize, and offer the support that was needed was something that was innate for some and a hard earned lesson by others.
Hang The Moon did her best to teach these skills to the youth that passed through her life. She had found that when minds were younger they absorbed more and could use their own life skills to figure out things like caring for others and the importance of being helpful. Young children were always so eager to be of assistance that it was nearly second nature. From there, a nurturing adult could grow.
Username: Lutz Prompt response: 7. Your life is a horror story, a testament to everyone of what not to do.
"Never," Make It Work groaned as he tossed bolts of fabric to the floor, clearing off his desk. "Never ever agree to a deadline with a model who is known for changing their mind at the last minute!" He had a ton of work to do in very little time. He was kicking himself for signing that contract that bound him to this model, bound him to being at their beck and call to change a hemline or adjust a shoulder pad. It should be the other way around! Make It Work was the designer, the artist! Not the one strutting their stuff down the runway!
"Uuuuuugh. My life is a nightmare," he moaned as he set up the sewing machine. Truly, he wouldn't wish this on his worst enemy.
Dice rolls
[1, 9, 7] = 17 3d20:
[
1
9
7
]
= 17
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19. A wizard grants you any magical ability or superpower that you want with no downside.
Prompt response: All Into The Evening ever wanted was to be left alone in the shade where she can relax and laze about as she pleased. When this crazy old Wizard came to her out of nowhere and the told her that ye could grant her the power to obtain the thing she most desired, she did not hesitate to receive it with her ultimate sanctuary in mind.
What she did not expect the Wizard to give her though was the ability to slink into the shadows. A place where it is perfectly cold and cozy; where no one can bother her or get to her no matter how hard they tried. This ability came with the unforseen advantage of going into one shadow and coming out of another--perfect for avoiding anyone who wants to talk to or bother her. She could see no downside to this. So she hides in the shadow of a tree and closes her eyes for a well deserved nap.
As an assassin, you're used to being trained to get rid of your targets. But you also kind of want a vacation.
Prompt response: Known for her unique ability to eliminate a target before anyone--even the target--can become aware of it, Agent Azure Lightning was constantly in demand for elimination missions of high value targets by the Organization.
It would have been fine, had their clients not made things complicated for her. See, some of their clients required proof of the kill. For some, that would be an ear or an eye, or other various body parts which she assumes would be kept as a trophy by these maniacal freaks.
This most recent request had the most cumbersome proof of kill yet--the head. She specialized in getting in and out in seconds. She can't do that if they expect her to obtain an entire target's head! But when she tried to decline the request, her superiors had strongarmed her into reconsidering as the client was a VIP. All she could do was roll her eyes behind her Kirin mask and begrudgingly accept.
And so she planned out the entire hit. Scoped out her entry point, made sure all her exit points were clear, double checked the schedule and status of the target. She would have a few minutes with them alone in their office before anything can possibly go wrong. That should give her just enough time to get what the client wanted.
But plans rarely survives contact with the enemy, even the most well-laid out ones. As soon as she terminates the client, a secretary scantily clad in what looks like brand new lingerie from a very expensive underwear merchant comes sexily strolling out of the office bathroom. When the secretary sees the state of her dead lover/boss, she lets out a blood curdling scream for a second before Azure could silence here. Unfortunately, that split second is enough to alert the overachieving guards just outside the office door.
A whole battle ensues. Nothing Azure can't handle, but one that results in an annoying and unwelcome mess. At the end of the kerfuffle, she sits on the office table, winded and supremely annoyed. She thinks it's about time for a long vacation.
Username: Tara de Draiocht Prompt response: As an assassin, you're used to being trained to get rid of your targets. But you also kind of want a vacation.
Poisonous mushrooms? Accidently falls? Traps? Fires? Spread your Wings was getting tired. It was exhausting landing all these kills. She was the best of the best afterall, what she needed was a vacation. Somewhere far away from all the hustle and bustle of murder. Others often looked at her and assumed she was just an innocent doe but deep down Spread your Wings knew differently.
Username: Tara de Draiocht Prompt response: A school trip takes an unexpected turn for the worse.
Cruel was bored. Her parents had forced her to go on this STUPID trip with her classmates. "You need to gain minions" Cruel mocked her parents voice, "You need to see which areas to take over, blah, blah,blah." Feeling a gaze on her, Cruel turned to stare at the unwanted attention. It was a buck. She could tell her stare was making him uncomfortable and she LOVED it. It wouldn't be long now- ah yes. Look away now~ byebye.
Suddenly, a loud booming noise happened to the left which caused utter chaos. Doe's, buck's of all types were screaming and fleeing the area. Cruel giggled and watched this free entertainment not at all worried about her safety. "Let chaos reign! Best trip ever!" Though she would never let her parents know how much she had truly enjoyed this day. Ever.
Dice rolls
[18] = 18 1d20:
[
18
]
= 18
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blinked and looked around. She was no longer Songbird but a brave warrior on two legs. Before she had time to truly take in the differences she felt her self pose and move but... it wasn't her own doing. Someone or something was controlling her! How scary... "Nat 20" a booming voice rang in the air. What? What was that? Songbird could only wait inside her mind while her body was controlled like a doll.
He had been quiet, a background child his whole life, pushed to the sides by the louder children or the prettier children or the more enthusiastic children. He had never felt he knew how to change this, but he craved more. And then one day, his teacher taught the class about how one could be 
You could be anything, his tutor once said. She beamed at him with pride and joy, having taught him all she knew in hopes of forming him into a fine young man. 
Duke is so over it. He's been over it since he realized the unfairness of his condition and his situation. He didn't want to be in some bizarre high school love web. He didn't want to have to work through all that teen angst and self-consciousness.
"Enemy forces are closing in fast," the veteran reported, out of breath and devoid of hope. 
Treewoven knew this day would come. Having traveled over the world with her friends in her earlier years as an adventurer was amazing. They saved towns, helped people, done things she knew realized could be possible. But being an elf, long lived, she dreaded this news. The first of her fellows had passed, curse her long life.
Grotto had always dreamed about living underwater. She'd felt deep in her soul that it was where she belonged. Water creatures of all kinds always congregated to her. Then one day she woke up and realized that she'd been transported! Grotto seemed to be underwater and was able to breathe! Her dream fulfilled, she'd spend the rest of her days playing with all her aquatic friends.
The floors creaked under her feet as she walked about the house. The storm picked up and the old shutters kept slamming in the wind. Every turn she made, another weird shadow would greet her. The house seemed like it was trying to scare her away. But the joke was on it, she thrived in places like this. It was perfect.
Cruel was bored. Her parents had forced her to go on this STUPID trip with her classmates. "You need to gain minions" Cruel mocked her parents voice, "You need to see which areas to take over, blah, blah,blah." Feeling a gaze on her, Cruel turned to stare at the unwanted attention. It was a buck. She could tell her stare was making him uncomfortable and she LOVED it. It wouldn't be long now- ah yes. Look away now~ byebye.