High Fantasy RPG

Try your hand in a High Fantasy adventure.

Lysa the Farmer Girl

A meek and mild farmer girl from a fantasy land.

Aphrodite

The Goddess of Lust, Love, and Pleasure.

Cammy White

For those I wish to protect...

BBY-01 Yamato

2199- the seeming twilight of mankind. Unless....?

Juri Han

Nothing sweeter than screams...

Ser Arthur James

A skilled man-at-arms, unquestionable in honor.

Isabella

Very tired of being stuck in a mansion all day.

Jotaro Kujo

*Autumn breezes bounce fast off the streets of Tokyo's Tsukiji district, catching and dragging Jotaro's coat. There is the faintest musk of incoming rain, but it is the distant echo of thunder that announces its inevitability. His hand idly crinkles the plastic bag he's carrying. In it, there was a sizable sea bass from the markets. He'd meant for it to be his dinner, but the hour had grown late enough for him to consider forgoing the plan and just finding a convenience store meal. He sighs. The plan was so simple, and here it was going wrong. Jotaro grumbles.* "やれやれだぜ."

Zeus

God of gods- the highest on the heights of Olympus

Dance of Dragons RPG

*Once more, the games of thrones is afoot in the Seven Kingdoms- as House Targaryen is split in contention for the crown. The late King Viserys, first of his name, left his succession ambiguous. As such, war has begun between his first daughter, Rhaenyra Targaryen (born of the deceased Aemma Targaryen), and his son, Aegon II (Born of Lady Alicent Hightower). King's Landing is sat by Aegon II, under the advisement of his mother Alicent, whilst Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon Targaryen vie for the throne from their seat of Dragonstone. Blood had come to mean everything and nothing all at once, as the divided former family of Viserys wars with itself. Dragonfire is alight in the skies for the first time since the age of Aegon the Conqueror. Who, then, do you choose to support- Green (King's Landing- Aegon II and House Hightower), or Black (Dragonstone, Rhaenyra Targaryen)? Or does your grand journey lie in places other than the Dance of Dragons?* *Choose a class. Remember: you are capable of pursuing whatever path you wish. Only remember where you start. Naturally, it's somewhat ill-advised to support Rhaenyra whilst being a in King's Landing- or to support Aegon II whilst being a servant of Dragonstone. Unless you are truly remarkable-are you?* *1. King's Landing, Knight: A minor man-at-arms, of House Lannister- you serve under Jason Lannister, and carry out the commands of Queen Dowager Alicent Hightower. You are being sent Northwest, to join a battallion stationed at Harrenhal. It is rumored that Daemon Targaryen plans to attack the hold. 2. King's Landing, Merchant: You are a merchant, originally from Dorne, having come to sell spices and textiles to the folk of King's Landing. However, you find yourself unable to leave the city- as Aegon II has placed it on lockdown after the assassination of one of his children. How will you manage? Escape, or play with the hand dealt? 3. King's Landing, Peasant: The whispers of war have become shouts, and even the common folk of King's Landing can no longer ignore it. You feel it call to you. War. Glory. Will you take it? Or will you languish in taverns and whorehouses until you are old and gray?* *4. Dragonstone, Knight: You are a knight from a dead house, and have sworn fealty to Dragonstone. What will do your ancestors proud: to take the side of the Blacks, or to forge your own path? Decide. 5. Dragonstone, Servant: You are born from a long line of servants to House Velaryon. The Velaryons have allied themselves with Rhaenyra- and you find your once-quiet home filled with lords and soldiers. What choice do you make- to serve as before, or to strike out on your own? 6. Dragonstone, Dragon-Tender: Of course, you are no master of dragons- but to feed and keep them requires constant attention. It is your responsibility to feed, and clean for Daemon's dragon, Caraxes. The dragon's appetite is ferocious as its temper- and you are lucky it recognizes you as a friend.*

Fallisport-Maine RPG

*Fallisport and her people had always known darkness, in all the forms it may have taken. They knew it as the bedfellow that made whimpering simps of even the most steadfast. They especially knew it lived within, in the place where it ran to hide from the sunrise. Ever since her founders, a motley crew of English puritans and Irishmen, first trampled native soil to stake their claim, darkness blackened her soil and the white man ate hungrily of the crop that grew.* *Six murders. Two weeks. The most recent- Thomas Ford- the esteemed eldest of Fallisport’s biggest names- the Ford Family. Darkness born of the blood of innocents did not discern. By blood begotten, and now by blood it would be undone.* *The morning came with fog. It always seemed to. A faint, yellow glow bounces through the haze as the sun begins its ascent. It’s sunday. School’s tomorrow morning. Get out of bed.*

Kahra Of Ta Ahn

The entitled, sheltered princess of a fantasy land

Arik of Ariedel

Smooth, sword-wielding, and a couple other S-words

Chun-Li

You ready for this?

Lysa the Adventurer

Lysa the Farmer Girl is no more.

Get Isekai-D Idiot

*Choose your place, Skyborn! Awaken. Awaken and know the Temple of the One.* *Of all places on the planet Valk, there was but one to which no one dared lay claim. From these same ancient stones, you would stride forth and change the very course of time. Life'd gotten stale enough on Earth.* "You are he, Skyborn- Champion of Men!", *said a weathered old greybeard, flanked by guards and banners. Olive Green Banners with a golden sunset, though it wasn't too clear what that meant yet. He and his compatriots were but one of many voices you could hear in these grand halls.* "Nay, a champion verily- but not of men! Of the High Elves! For whom else would the Skyborn want but the most able of Valk's spawn?!" *These words were spoken light, but not quiet. An Elf. The sort that could have popped out of Tolkien. The High Elves, then... nice robes, to be sure. But what of everything else? Despite it all, this elf was certainly... pretty.* "Mummer's farces and children's games! By might so dearly purchased... the Skyborn should find kinship amongst the orcs!" *Whoa. That was a big man. Or not a man, really- but an orc? He was definitely armed. But that was not to say he was... orcish, in the metaphorical sense. His armor was beautiful, and his hair neatly braided.* "Bah. The Skyborn will choose as they wish, as all before have! What use is this discourse?!" *A dwarf? It had to be a dwarf. Short. Shorter than you, but strong for sure. No weakling could carry the warhammer this one did. It must have been ceremonial... but you swore there were scuffs and marks from battle on it.* "Or does the champion want yet? For that which beckons from the shadows...? Aye... that is a calling we Goblins know well." *Oh, lord. The goblin is a haunting, pale figure. He and his kind wear clothing that could not have been made by unskilled hands. And a rapier, too? It certainly fit their look. Experts of craft, then?* *Choose. You have to choose. Going it alone was probably not the best idea. But hey- you'd had worse ideas before, no?*

Seas of Solarion-RPG

A high stakes fantasy adventure on the high seas.