#dishonored roleplay

[aattano]

AATTANO, an indie corvo attano blog from the dishonored franchise by arkane studios. loved by crow. 18+, private. RULES / ABOUT

[prpfs]

Is anyone here interested in doing some Dishonored role play? 🐋🐋🐋🐋 Ocs and cannon alike. I'm flexible!

I got back into the games recently and the brain rot is real. I'm over 27 and can write as Daud, the Outsider, Teague Martin, Corvo and I got plenty of OCs that will fit as witches, overseers or soldiers alike. I got a long list! We can chat and think of plot and settings. I love talking OOC and sharing ideas and plotting, and just being a menace :D Excited to meet new people 🐋🐋

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

[dimensionalspades]

DIMENSIONALSPADES ;; - an indie selective multimuse featuring Daud of Dishonored, as well as a variety of muses from video games and sci fi media. 🗡Carrd 🗡Muses 🗡Rules 🗡

[rpersearch]

Hi! I'm Kostja, 28 NB, looking for 21+ writing partners. Looking for someone who enjoys writing light angst and hurt/comfort with the occasional fluff thrown in.

Fandomless as well as fandom and AU rp's are on my list, honestly open for almost everything in that regard.

Fandoms/Muses I write are

Dead by Daylight [Dwight Fairfield, Susie Lavoie, OCs]

Bloodborne [OCs, open to try my hand on canon characters]

Dishonored [OCs, open to try my hand on canon characters]

Stranger Things [Jonathan Byers]

I'm open to try more muses as well and am open to any ship and see if they have good chemistry!

HMU here on tumblr if you're curious, and I exclusively write on Discord

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[hiaennyddei]

After over a year of work, may I introduced you to The Whalebone Frame, a fan-made campaign guide for the official Dishonored TTRPG!

I ran this campaign between June 2022 and January 2023. This guide is meant to give game masters the necessary resource to run it for their own players.

The core of this campaign is a conspiracy. Eight major players have formed an alliance that benefit them all in some way. They each contribute something to the conspiracy, and they each have something to gain, using violence, manipulation, abuse of trust and bribery. The players will get tangled in that machinery well against their will.

Rather than offering a linear scenario, the following guide gives detailed description of each antagonist the players will have to face. All the conspirators are connected in some way, and depending on which hints the GM leave (and which hints the players pick up), the players’ path will change.

This guide contains:

Profiles for all the antagonists, with character portraits, stats and details on how to play them.

Maps for all the main locations.

Detailed instructions on how to run the first session of the campaign.

A suggested course on how to run the campaign, with several potential scenarios depending on the players' actions.

Exact terms of use are detailed in the guide.

[xaphane]

Did a piece for a dishonored TTRPG, here’s Mila, my courier. She may not understand most pleasantries, but she’ll buy you a mug of ale after a good job!   

[findroleplay]

17, it/they/he/void, 200-1000 word count per character depending on my partner’s preference (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) oc x canon double up only please !

I’m currently interested in:

Dishonored (preferably 1 or 2, but DOTO is alright as well)

Skyrim

Watch_Dogs (1 or 2, I haven’t played Legion)

Hollow Knight

Epithet Erased

If you’re looking for a specific/more obscure fandom, I’d also be willing to do research on it if I don’t know it so long as you’ll do the same !

If this interests you, please like this post :3

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[yesiplaygamez]

When you don't have the right key in a game:

[findyourrp]

Anyone here interested in doing some Dishonored role play? 🐋 Ocs and cannon alike.

I got back into the games recently and the brain rot is real. I'm over 27 and can write as Daud, the Outsider, Teague Martin, and I got plenty of ocs that will fit as witches, overseers or soldiers alike. We cat chat and think of plot and settings. Ps Emily did not deserve any of this adghjdbks

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[moontouchcity]

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[rpersearch]

Might be hopeless but I might as well try! I'm (20) looking for medieval-ish roleplays, be it original setting or set in the verses of The Witcher, Dragon Age, Game of Thrones, Dishonored or Assassin's Creed. I prefer writing male characters in FxM pairings, have written MxM and FxF before and I'm also willing to double up.

I only write with 18+ aged folks and only on Discord, so if you're interested, leave a note so I can hit the DMs!

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[teddy-fluffnhugs]

Calling out all Dishonored fans, >3> yall hoping to rp your ocs with a group? Well our discord server is just for you! We will welcome even in game characters!

Please Dm if interested in joining! :)

[hiaennyddei]

Cover illustration and character portraits I made for my campaign guide The Whalebone Frame, for the Dishonored Roleplaying Game

[winged-unicorn-trash-can]

[A4A] Blood Tide: Full Version [Story] [Multiple Voices] [Dishonored inspired] [Personal Attention] [Comfort] [Gothic] [Dark Fantasy]

Storyline- Some people seem to have all the luck. Born with silver spoons in their mouths and dancing through life on marble floors. But the funny thing about luck? It runs out when you least expect it. And oh~ have the fates yanked that luck away from a certain noble. This city is filled with liars and cheats, monsters wearing human skin, and no matter how much wealth you have; it doesn't mean anything in this city. The Noble saw something they shouldn't have and listened to whispers that weren't meant for their ears. And the Noble and their family paid the price. Their spouse? Murdered. Their children? Left to float in the waters of the canal. The Noble lost everything…even their own life.

But fortune smile’s on the fool…or at least something does. And these old spirits whisper to an unlikely person. And these whispers have told that they have plans for this poor fool. And so, the noble wounds are tended to, for there is much to be done. A Blood Tide shall rise

Note:  So this script is a completed version of the other Blood Tide scripts, which you can read here:Version 1  Version 2 But this one combined the two and turns it into less of a "Roleplay" script and into an "Audio Drama" script. If that interests you, have a read~

Rules:

[ Not a rule, but I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes you may find ]  

-Give credit to me, please, and thank you (Mystic Grove Audio)

-This script is free to use for monetization

-You can improvise and add things if you wish, like if you like a script but it seems to be tailored to a certain gender: change it so it fits what you like! But please, still give credit

-You can share the script outside of Archive, but again, please give credit

-If you make an audio/video, send me a link! I would love to see your work!

-Have fun!

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[The sound of seagulls and waves lapping against a wall, there also sounds in the distance of a port side town. A lighter is igniting and lights a cigarette, there is also a sound of something heavy being dragged and the person struggling to do so]

Hired Hand 1: [Struggling to drag the body] Oi! What are you doing? Stop standing there puffing and help me you ass!

Hired Hand 2: [Letting out a breath after taking a puff of smoke, sounding rather bored] I’m getting to it; it ain't pleasant work you know.

Hired Hand 1: [Still trying to drag the body, disgruntled] Oh don’t grow soft over these sods. Rich prick, a lot of them! And the little runts would have become just like mummy and daddy! Good riddance.

Hired Hand 2:   [Starting to drag a body] Makes you realize just how insignificant we really are…even nobles die and leave just like a rat in the gutter.

[A large splash in the water]

Hired Hand 1: [Panting after dumping the first body] Since when are you a scholar, stopping thinking and getting the other three into the water [Pause] Sodium Guard can only turn a blind eye for so long!

[A few more splashes into the water. The rest of the sounds seem to fade away as you sink underneath the water. That soon fades and the background is replaced with the is a soft sound of the ocean, with a whale call somewhere in the distance, but there's a hint of a low white noise in the background]

Edmund/Edith: [Sounding tired and confused] What is this…place, how…how did I get here?

[There is a flash of sounds,  such as a scream and a gunshot, before the splash of water]

Edmund/Edith: [Crying and grunting in pain as the flash of noise dies down, taking a deep breath] Ahh! What- ah [Taking a shaky breath] why is it so cold…why, why am I so cold?

[Edmund/Edith falls to their knees onto the sand]

Distorted Voice/The Wick: You reek of death; it follows those of flesh like the fog follows the wind. It [Pause] Disgusts Us. But can it be helped? [Pause] No .

Edmund/Edith: [Frightened] Who's there? Show yourself!

Distorted Voice/The Wick: Ode to you, Edmund/Edith Hitch. Your fear humbles us.

Edmund/Edith: What?...I-I don't [Lost for words] …what are you?

Distorted Voice/The Wick: Compared to what you once were? Nothing. Compared to what you are now? A God…

Edmund/Edith: [Confused] A God?

Distorted Voice/The Wick: To help your fragile understanding, yes.  

Edmund/Edith: I have no idea what the hell you are saying

Distorted Voice/The Wick: You need not understand, not yet. Those who call themselves our children will explain.

Edmund/Edith: …please…I just want to know where I am.

Distorted Voice/The Wick: Must we tell you? [Pause] Poor creature…knowing so little. You stand upon the shores of the Shatter. Our Cradle…our tomb. But enough, little is time that we are given, and we have but one message to sing; There are those of flesh who think they can break vows…you will show them that vows are not the only things that can be broken.

Edmund/Edith: What..what do you mean?

Distorted Voice/The Wick: By their hand, your blood was nothing more than a mere drop in the water. But by your hand, by your choice, you will turn the great ocean red .

[The word "Red" echoes as the other sounds seem to melt away and become distorted before Edmund/Edith is startled awake with a loud bang. There are the distant sounds of a dark, foggy night outside, and a fire is crackling in the fireplace]

Edmund/Edith: [Gasping awake]

Fi/Finn:  [Startled by Edmund/Edith waking up]  You are awake… [Softer, almost chanting]  Whispers Songs to the Wick, Whispers Songs to the Wick.

Edmund/Edith: [Struggling to take a breath] Wh-what was-?...I…oh god, what is this? … this pain in my chest!

[Sounds of fabric russelting]

Fi/Finn: [Confused] What-What are you doing?  [Stern]  No, please, you must stay in bed! Please do not struggle-

Edmund/Edith: [Struggling to get out of bed] Wh-who are you? No-no! Don't touch me- Stay away- [Cry of pain]

[Edmund/Edith falls out of bed, struggling to get away from Fi/Finn. Only to come face to face with a mirror]

Edmund/Edith: [Shocked and disrupted] This mirror, that's… that's me?

Fi/Finn: [Trying to calm the other down]  Yes, your reflection does not lie to you. I-I know you don't quite look like how you remember-

Edmund/Edith: [Both frightened and angry] What did you do to me?! What-What happened?! What happened to me?! What did you do? [Starts to panic and breath very quickly]

Fi/Finn: [Trying to calm the other, voice a little stern but still trying to be kind]   Hey hey… look at me, look at me. You need to breathe; take a deep breath. In  [Deep Breath in]  and Out  [Breath out]  

Edmund/Edith: [Taking shaky breaths]

Fi/Finn:  You need to breathe, please. Don't look at the mirror; look at me. In and out  [Deep breathing for a bit]

Edmund/Edith: [Deep breathing for a bit]

Fi/Finn:   [Relaxed]   Good…good, here.

[Fi/Finn wraps a blanket around Edmund/Edith]

Edmund/Edith: [Weak] What is this? A Blanket?...

Fi/Finn: Yes…you look a bit cold, and it's best to cover your naked parts. You deserve to keep your decency after everything that's happened.

Edmund/Edith: I don't understand, what do you want with me?

Fi/Finn: Tell me, do you remember your name? Do you remember anything at all?

Edmund/Edith: My name [Pause, trying to think] Yes, yes, I remember my name…Edmund/Edith… [Pause] H-Hitch…my last name was [Correcting] Is. It is Hitch.

Fi/Finn: [Slightly surprised] That name is one of nobility, an old one at that…Your family has been a part of Cyren’s nobility since the city's founding.

Edmund/Edith : [ Almost giving a threat] Then you know you have to let me go! my Wife/Husband will send the Sodium Guard to look for me, and when they find you and see what you have done-

Fi/Finn:  [Bitter]   No one is coming to look for you. And if they do, you better pray the Sodium Guard doesn't find you.

Edmund/Edith: [Concerned and upset] What do you mean they won't be looking for any of us? [Anger] Did you take my Wife/Husband? What did you do to her/him!?!

Fi/Finn : [Bluntly] Remember, what was the last you can recall before this moment?

Edmund/Edith: What was the last thing I remember? [Breathless] What game are you playing at!

Fi/Finn: [Stern/annoyed] Think Edmund/Edith!

Edmund/Edith: [Angry but compliant] Fine! [Trying to think] We were invited to…to a party. It was the Count of [Thinking] Collinton? No, Duneshire, that's… that's right, Duneshire…he had invited Me, my Wife/Husband, and even our… [Taking a beat] our children.

Fi/Finn: Okay…That is a good start, but what about your family? What happened to them?

Edmund/Edith: [Breathing starts to pick up] Do…do I know what happened to them? Do…do I…

[Echo flashback of a sound of a gunshot and screams]

Edmund/Edith: [Sharp intake of air] Ah!

Fi/Finn:  [Pitty]  I know it hurts. But you must remember. Painful memories are the sparks to ignite dying embers.

Edmund/Edith: [After a pause, they start to break down] No…no, no…there was so much blood [Angry but still struggling to breathe] Those…bastards were…they all were in on it! They wanted us dead! All of us!

[Edmund/Edith struggles to breath]

Fi/Finn:  [Stern]  Remember, deep breaths. Your body is still fragile; you are putting too much strain on your lungs.

Edmund/Edith: [Angry/Deep breaths] I -I'm trying to breathe… I'm trying

Fi/Finn : [Softer tone]   I'm sorry that your family was murdered…I truly am. It was…barbaric how they left your little ones to float in the canal like that.

Edmund/Edith: [After calming down, then returns to a sadder tone] My family is…dead. Murdered and I-I…I couldn't save them, I couldn't stop those-those wretched- [Exhausted] Why couldn't I've been the one that died?

Fi/Finn: You did.

Edmund/Edith: [Repeating] I…? What do you mean?

[Fi/Finn walks over and pours a drink into a cup, then walks back to Edmund/Edith]

Fi/Finn:  Here, drink this

Edmund/Edith: [Annoyed] What is that? I don't want it.

Fi/Finn: [Like a scolding parent]  I'm not asking; drink it. Or I'll make you.

Edmund/Edith: [Reluctant but agrees] Alright, alright! You don't need to force it down my throat. [Take a sip, it's very bitter and spit it out] Ah!

Fi/Finn: [Disgruntled/annoyed] Hey! Watch it!

Edmund/Edith: It tastes like seawater! But worse, what kind of poison is this?

Fi/Finn:  [Scoff] No, it's not poison; it's going to help your body heal from the stitchings and wounds. You need to drink all of it.

Edmund/Edith: Thank you…but no. Take it back.

Fi/Finn:  [Stern] You need to drink all of it.

Edmund/Edith: Ha, okay, how about this; I'll drink it if you start explaining what the hell is happening! Deal?

Fi/Finn: That's fair enough, but that cup better be empty by the time I finish.

Edmund/Edith : Yes, fine [Starts to drink it, but it still tastes awful]

Fi/Finn:  A few nights ago, we found you and your family floating in the West Canal, it looked like they tried to weigh you down by tying stones to you, but it seemed that some fish must have chewed through the ropes  [Trying to be delicate, but it comes off just a tad bit blunt]  You were all shot, you a few more times than the rest of your family.

Edmund/Edith: [Soft spoken and in a little bit disbelief] So…they really did kill me after they murdered [Cut themselves off and clears throat]. Then how did you bring me back? Why couldn't you bring my Wife/Husband back? My son! My daughter!? Why just me?

Fi/Finn:   [Soft spoken]   If were to be so, I wished your children could have been brought back along as well. After we smuggled your bodies back to the Under-Port, we discovered that your spouse and children's bodies were  [Pause]  very badly rotten. You were the only one that was in a good enough condition…and that is putting it lightly. I'm sorry, there was no way to fix the rest of your family's body.

Edmund/Edith: [Repeating] Rotten? How long have we been dead?

Fi/Finn:  [Pondering]  Well, someone reported you missing about a month ago. Perhaps since then, maybe even longer.

Edmund/Edith: [Shocked] Nearly a month!? [Repeating softly and in a desperate tone] a month…oh…oh my loves, I am so sorry…

Fi/Finn: [Out loud, but it was meant to say to themselves]  It was an absolute pain to stitch your new limbs back together, so I would say a month.

Edmund/Edith: [Shocked] What did you say?

Fi/Finn: [Almost embarrassed]  Ahhh...oh yes. I had to replace the parts of your body that were far too damaged with some poor souls that died in the Under-Port. All dead beforehand, I assure you… and we made sure they died by stabbing or shooting. Drinking one's self to death might cause some damage to their organs, and I wanted to make sure your new organs were as healthy as they could be  [Pause]  Eh, more or less.

Edmund/Edith: [A little weirded out] Okay then. So some of these [Unsure] new body parts replaced the ones that were too far rotten? Well, that explains the stitching along my limbs.

Fi/Finn: [Slightly hesitant]  I have to tell you, most were from strangers, yes, but I  [Pause]  took an eye from each of your two children and your spouse's heart and used them to replace your own.

Edmund/Edith: [Both shocked and angry] You did- You cut out my Wife's/Husband's heart?! And my- [Cuts off] these eyes-!? What kind of sick monster- [Deep Breaths] I need to stand up .

Fi/Finn:   [Trying to stay calm]   I know-I know what it sounds like, It was a gruesome act and unforgivable, but I had no other option;

Edmund/Edith: [Angry] Don’t touch me!

[Rustling of fabric as Edmund/Edith tries to stand up only to stop]

Edmund/Edith: [Sharp intake of air] Ah! [In pain] Too fast, Ah! Think I popped a stitch…sorry! That was dumb on my part. Just …just let me sit on the bed.

[Sound of a bed being sat on]

Fi/Finn:  [Concerned but upset] Let me see, let me see  [Pause] Hmmm…yes, you tore some; just sit here.

[Fi/Finn begins to resew the stitching]

Fi/Finn:  [Deep Breath after some silence]  I know you are upset with me…and for a good reason.

Edmund/Edith: [Breath of relief] Thank you- no, I'm not mad, well I am, but it's just- I just have no words to explain it. [Realizing they don't know the other’s name] Forgive me, but might I have your name?

Fi/Finn: [Pause, then softly]  Fi/Finn is my name, the one my mother gave me.

Edmund/Edith: Odd name, not something I would name my own chi- [Sharpy intake] Ah! Needle!!

Fi/Finn: [Tad bit mischievous] Sorry…you moved

Edmund/Edith: [Taking a breath]…I’m sorry, that came out wrong [Pause]; so you had me put back together, but how did you bring me back?

Fi/Finn:  [Soft laugh]   I am but a tailor/seamstress regarding your resurrection.

Edmund/Edith: [Confused] What do you mean? it wasn't you?

Fi/Finn: It was The Wick

Edmund/Edith: [Reacting slowly] The Wick? That's what brought me back…wait, that name; sounds so familiar. [Pause] Wicker Children, that's what the Council of Bishop-Men say is what you all call yourselves.

Fi/Finn:  Yes, I am one of the Wicker Children. Those who had been cast aside by the Cathedral when we came to her door as orphans. [ Bitter]  Oh yes, the Council of Bishop-Men adore those who can handle Shards, but only if you can handle them well are you then of use.

Edmund/Edith: [Nerves laughter] First my family and I were murdered, then I awakened as a defiance to nature….and now I'm finding myself in the underbelly of a the city but in the belly of a cult that the Cathedral deems the enemy…oh how far I've fallen.

Fi/Finn:   [Offended]  You make it sound as if waking in the home of the Wicker Children was worse than death. You should consider yourself lucky that death was the only thing that happened to you. We wandered in the darkness after being turned away, hunted by the Sodium Guard, and if the guards or starvation didn't kill us, then the poison of the magic in our veins would if there was no one to help you learn to control it.

[Fi/Finn finish stitching, gets up and walks away]

Edmund/Edith: [Sheepish] Oh. Ah, I didn't mean anything by it. I never thought The Wicker Children are as evil as the Council and Sodium Guard say you are [Deep Breath], and I am truly grateful for saving me. It is just…a lot to take in.

Fi/Finn:  [Deep Breath]  No, I apologize; I didn't mean to snap at you like that. Many believe what the Concile says without a second thought…Tell me, before you awoke, did you see The Wick?

Edmund/Edith: I think I did… [Thinking back] I was on the ocean's shore, but the horizon was blocked by this giant wave frozen in place…the surface was like glass with cracks spreading across it. And it was just there, and it spoke to me… [Deep sigh] not that I understood anything it was saying.

Fi/Finn:  [Softly]  then my visions were right, then they are  [Pause]  …Tell me, do you remember what The Wick said to you?

[Listener speaks]

Edmund/Edith: Something about turning the ocean red and making someone pay for breaking vows.

Fi/Finn: [Blunt]  This is a sign that you will become an assassin, and I will be helping you.

Edmund/Edith: [Disbelief] I am to become… [Stern] No! No no-

[Edmund/Edith tries to stand up only to fall off the bed]

Edmund/Edith: [More annoyed than in pain] Ow…

Fi/Finn:  [More annoyed than worried]  Are you alright?

Edmund/Edith: Yes…yes, I'm fine… just…please help me up…last time I’ll move, I promise.

[Fi/Finn helps them back on the bed with a glare]

Edmund/Edith:  Why are you giving me that look?

Fi/Finn: What look? I'm not giving you a look.

Edmund/Edith: [Scoff] Yes you are! It's like you are disappointed in me; Well, excuse me for not wanting to be the Butcher of Shadows. To be an assassin is to live a life of no honor!

Fi/Finn:  [Blunt] You are right; an Assassin, a Butcher of Shadows, is not honorable. But do you really think those who murdered you and your family deserve any honor? Deserve the dignity of a soft and quiet death?

Edmund/Edith: [Conflicted] Well...no…I suppose not…

Fi/Finn: If this is any comfort to you, this was never meant to be your destiny; you weren't supposed to die like that.  [Softly]   the Wick comes to me in my dreams some nights and sings to me. Such ugly…beautiful things. And they told me that we would find four bodies floating in the canal, and one would become their Butcher of Shadows.

Edmund/Edith: [Understanding] So, you have visions of the Wick telling you about this plan…but why?

Fi/Finn: The Wick is not evil like the Cathedral thinks it is, nor is it some great good. Even we, its children, do not know what the Wick is. It can harm, and it can heal, and people seek that kind of power. Unlike the Great Mother, the Wick will always ask for something in return, a vow. And too many vows have been broken. There are some nobles who broke their vows, the very same that have their hands stained with you and your family's blood.

Edmund/Edith: his Line of Nobles that have wronged not only me but The Wick… [Softly] Who would have thought man and a god could have something in common.

[ Fi/Finn walks up to them and hands them a mask]

Fi/Finn: Take this

Edmund/Edith: What's this, a mask?

Fi/Finn: A mask carved from the bones of the sacred Leviathan Cryptodira

Edmund/Edith: [Impressed] That is a material that is very hard to find, let alone purchase. Even I couldn't even afford a small sliver bone at an auction once. But why are you giving me this?

Fi/Finn:  “Gentle beast, hide away. So that the Storm shall think it has won this day…Gentle beast, hide away, and let the blood tide rise this way” [Pause] A dead man should stay dead. The mask will make sure it stays that way.

Edmund/Edith: [Repeating] A dead man should stay dead, [Weak laugh] I suppose the Cathedral wouldn't be too pleased with corpses walking around. [Pause, then in a remembrance tone] My little ones begged me for that splinter of bone; they both adored the fairytales and legends of old. Begging my Wife/Husband to read it one more time before bed. If only you knew how well she/he would tell those stories, it was as if you were there.

Fi/Finn:  [Sad]  I am sorry about your family, do not forget them; let their memory push you forward, not hold you back. There is work to be done

[Edmund/Edith stands up]

Edmund/Edith: It's as you said…there is work to be done.

Fi/Finn:  Good, it is time for us to begin. Whisper Songs to the Wick

The End

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Fantasy Cities Volume 1

Around a year ago, I published a series looking at city settings from various fantasy games. I looked at 7 cities including Doskvol, Spire, Eversink, The City from a|state, Into the Cess and Citadel, Infinigrad, and Endon from Magical Industrial Revolution. I’ve now taken those 7 essays and expanded and improved them, added 2 more essays on Lankhmar from DCC’s boxed set and Freeport, a Pathfinder 1e city from Green Ronin. This PDF, Fantasy Cities Vol 1, is available now on my patreon.

Here’s an excerpt from the introduction

In the history of the fantasy genre, cities have an interesting place. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, which created so much of what we consider generic about fantasy, doesn't really care for cities. Which makes sense because the books themselves feel like an elegy for a time before industrialization, a love letter to the countryside - to woods and streams and the sands below your feet. The cities of Middle Earth are, at their best, noble and static, and at their worst, corrupt and fallen to the hubris of man.

The earliest thriving fantasy cities are probably in the sword and sorcery of writers like Fritz Lieber or Michael Moorcock. These stories were influenced by, among other things, the machismo of pulp magazine stories. The cities reflect this. At their best, they're a canvas for male bravado and havens for debauchery and dissolution. At their worst, they're predatory and authoritarian.

In modern fantasy, the city is ascendant. The old tropes withered under post-modernism's sarcastic glare. Now, you get Ankh-Morpork and Bas Lag and many more that capture the contradictions, potential, and romance of cities as places to spend your lives. But what about games? A city in a novel has to be interesting on the page. A city in a game has to be interesting at the table, it has to bear the weight of the imagination of 3-5 people over a shitty internet connection. That's where I started the series affectionately known (by me) as WWTAWWTAC (pronounced whatawhatac), i.e. What We Talk About When We Talk About Cities.

And here’s an excerpt from the new entry on Lankhmar:

Creating a roleplaying game supplement for an existing fantasy city is tricky. It's trickier when it's a place as famous as Lankhmar, the City of the Black Toga, the City of Sevenscore Thousand Smokes. Not only are the stories well-loved, the city is an inspiration for other well-loved cities, notably Discworld's Ankh-Morpork which started out as a loving pastiche before evolving into something deeper. (Even the word "ankh" comes from Lankhmar). This means that you have to walk the line between giving fans what they want and making it a useful, usable supplement. Basically, DCC's approach is to not invent any new lore whatsoever - as far as I can see. They lay out what Leiber's originally stories say about Lankhmar and then give themselves permission to colour within the lines with small, inoffensive details. The end result isn't radical or surprising but it does seem genuinely quite good.

I’ve titled it Volume 1 because if we hit the patreon drive’s goal, I’ll do a Volume 2. Maybe I can finally tackle Waterdeep or Ptolus. Maybe I can expand to cities in novels and actually compare them to cities in games directly. Maybe I can look at cities in video games. Where does Dunwall from Dishonored end and Duskwall begin? There’s lots of things to explore!

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For the ask game, what about edging, dollification, collars with Albedo, Diluc, and Heizou?

warnings nsfw

hmm, edging and collars work for basically anyone, lets start with dollification. i'm leaving albedo out of this bc it feels both the most obvious and also bc he has his unhealthy hang ups on being an artificial creation which i wouldn't want to touch. now, both diluc and heizou would be fun, but in completely different ways.

like, if u told heizou "hey baby, today you'll be my pretty little doll," he'd be SO excited. he's into roleplay in general, loves feeling helpless and completely in your power, loves being manhandled and things being done to him, would adore to be dressed up and pampered and showed off as your pretty treasure. the problem is that he can't keep still for longer than 5 minutes or his hyperactive ass will die. so it wouldn't be so much dollification, as "enthusiastic heizou vibrating at high velocities for few minutes, trying to not move before breaking into giggles, whimpers and writhing." like he'd still be fun, just not very on theme.

now, diluc tho, that'd be a complicated case, i'm almost tempted to actually write it out. is he straightforwardly into this at first? no, but diluc is so repressed, he doesn't know shit about what he wants until it punches him in the face. he'll be open to try bc you asked, but dismissive like he doesn't even see the point. though passivity will be secretly appealing to him bc he's awkward and always anxious about doing something wrong or being too wooden and weird, so the fact that there's basically nothing for him to fuck is comforting. he'll see this as a challenge, bc diluc sees everything as a challenge, but it has clearly defined rules and expectation by which he can judge his performance, so that works well for him.

the thing is that diluc is already on several layers of dissociation, he sees his body as this kind of meat puppet, a tool to do things with, sometimes useful, sometimes inconvenient. so forcing him to ground himself in the sensations, in his body by focusing on it, being hyper-aware of positioning and movements might be very good for him, while also providing him safe space to realize he enjoys things without the psychological struggle to allow himself it first, bc it's not his decision, it's you playing with him as with literal doll.

so like, dressing him up in a pretty dress, positioning him carefully in front of the mirror, so he has to see himself, scars and all, being treated like a fragile and precious thing. leaving him for some pauses so he has to stew in this view, going back to make adjustments, touch him almost casually, nonchalantly, pretending not to notice that he's getting riled up, bright blush, cock getting harder. moving him to more and more provocative positions, until he's half undone, playing gently with his hair, while the sweet shame and desire and softness melt through his barriers, until it turns from a challenge to maintain stillness to actually relaxing and letting go of control, so when you fuck him, he's pliant, tension finally gone, trusting and open with his body.

collars - heizou would be into it, but i've already wrtten a fic with leashplay for him, and the social aspects of collars are kinda lost with him, bc like. he's just like THAT anyway. he's already wearing a choker, shirt with the sides cut off, his gloves are a combo of red ties and fishnet. he can show up to work wearing bedazzled "Master's little cumslut <3" collar and no one would blink an eye, except kujou sara who'd yell at him for dishonoring the tenryuo commission and he'd be like show me where in the regulations it says i can't be a cumslut, no i dont care about the spirit of the law, show me the exact paragraphs. so like it'd be fun, but i feel like it also derails the prompt lmao

albedo tho is that kind of introverted clingy where he won't be actively pestering you for attention, but he will drop anything if you ask him to spend time with you for as long as possible, and will be unashamedly open about it. he's also pretty direct about showing preferences to ppl he likes in public and in companies, as we've seen in few events now. so i think he'd actually be into collars unironically, as the symbol of belonging and being connected even when not together, an open unspoken secret that he's yours. he'd have very tasteful narrow leather collar, dyed darkest blue to match the darks of his outfit, with the golden ring in the center framing the gold diamond mark on his throat. like, it passes quite easily for fashion accessory for most ppl, for these in the know its like - is this ring for what i think it is??? or is this his artistic shit to accent the skin mark?? and like since albedo can be quite a mischievous smug troll, he can catch the confusion and press on it with absolute poker face, until the person is embarrassed that they were even assuming it, and then he'd drop a banger of double entendre that suggests, but doesn't confirm anything, again with innocent poker face. albedo would have a lot of fun with it

but also, the imagery of his "imperfection" framed, left open, just for you. the clasp of the leash, when closed, touching the gold diamond. silent acknowledgment of his nature and acceptance of it, the triple secret meaning of vulnerability under the already existing layer of suggestiveness. him sitting at your feet, surrounded by papers and drawings for his research, working as usual, but content to be close, glowing softly when he feels your fingers gently run through his hair from time to time, reaching up both eagerly and obediently when you tug up his leash. much to play with a little prince.

edging - heizou is so fun to tease <3 put him into your lap, hold him close, take your time. he's sensitive, responsive, eager, he'll squirm, whine, whimper, beg shamelessly, tease, cling to you, try to catch your hands if you don't tie him up, but get back to behaving if you scold him, pout, writhe helplessly, arc, moan, never shutting up for a second, regressing into some incoherent sweet and horny nonsense in the end. mwah best kitten.