[GM4F] In the Ashes of a Dead Empire
Flames lit up the night sky. Ardha-Gaur, the capital city of the Gaur Dynasty, was burning. Its protective walls had fallen like they were nothing, its tall buildings turned to rubble and its beautiful streets of azure stone now ran red with the blood of its inhabitants. The dynasty was going to die here. That was certain. Yet some of the people still survived. Those few with the skill, stealth or the sheer luck to escape the enemies hounds as they tried to purge the Gaur from existence.
How did you escape?
Sorceress:
You heeded the whispers of the ten step path. You consorted with devils and bedded demons. Arcane magic flooded your very body, crackling with the sheer might you could exert at any given moment. You were one of the Ardat-Lilitu, one of the false-priestesses of the Gaur Dynasty. Rather than beseech some distant god for your rituals, you relied upon nothing more than the magic running through your bodies and the outsiders you bound to your will to work your miracles. Such was the way of the Gaur. Or at least it had been. Assassins had come to wipe out the Ardat-Lilitu in their brothel-temples. You only survived since you had been with the second prince, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies in a ritual to summon yet another demon. While you wouldn’t have survived a sneak attack from the assassins, when you knew they were there it was a different story, and you annihilated the ones that had come for your life with bouts of flame. You walked out the city with your prince and any who could keep up, burning any who stood in your way.
Princess:
The princesses of the Gaur were the only free royal women in the world. It was something repeated by many of your ilk as a mark of pride. Rather than being hidden away until marriage like the royal females of the Great Enemy, Gaurish princesses were given many of the same rights as men. They were allowed to drink, have lovers, even compete with outsiders if they wished to. You’d been enjoying one of those rights in the stables with one of the horsekeepers apprentices. As you’d been ravaging him, the enemy broke in and ravaged your dynasty. Luckily, you managed to escape with him on his fastest horse, fleeing the city and your decadent lifestyle that it once held.
Concubine Guard:
From birth you were trained for this honored position. In childhood you served as his playmate. In adolescence you served as his tutor. Now in adulthood, you serve as both a lover and a protector for the Third Prince of the Gaur. Some outsiders degrade what you are, as a whore dressed up in armor, but those within the empire know the truth. Who can protect a man better than the woman who shares his bed? There’s also the possibility of raising one's own station. Many among the concubine guard came from the commonfolk, and were raised up to noble houses when the seed of their noble lord took fruit in their womb. While it has not happened to you, there was always the chance that it could. Yet now it was too late. You had fought your way out of the city with the prince, the scarves that adorned your form making you so much more scintillating as you cleaved through soldiers like they were made of paper. You don’t know if any of the other princes survived, but you saved yours and that is what matters.
The soldiers of the Great Enemy would have seen you in your escape. It was nearly impossible to escape without being seen at least once, and you hadn’t managed to kill all that had witnessed you. There had been survivors and they could identify you.
Most of those who managed to get away were mere peasants, cowards who ran away while their kinfolk were butchering. But not you and yours. You and yours fought your way out at some point, making you almost unique. At the very least, they’d mark your description out, as one of the few that seemed important to have escaped the city.
How do they describe you?
Tiefling:
Red or Purple Skin, Horns, there’s a hundred and one features that mark you out as different, and all of which are grounds for death under the laws of the Great Enemy. As if belonging to the Gaur wasn’t reason enough. All of these features mark you out as one of the Blessed. Whether you were pure-birthed from between the legs of one of the Ardat-Lilitu, or was born from the mixed blood of those of the city matters little. You were always special, for the fire that burned within and the magic in your blood, being one step closer to the Demons and Devils venerated by the Gaur. You usually got what you wanted. The prime choice of lovers, education, the world was yours and you could have raised yourself up so much higher…if the empire hadn’t fallen.
Dark Elf:
Pointed ears and Dark skin mark you as one of the elves from below. The Empire of the Gaur was one of the few places that could match the underdark for its forbidden delights. Indeed Ardha-Gaur had the largest population of Dark Elves outside of the underdark, and they had taken pretty much every position available to their ilk. From prostitute to royal ranger, they had integrated themselves into the surface, The spider queen Lolth just becoming one more Demon worshiped among the people of Gaur. The same skills that served your people well underground, from your renowned ruthlessness and cunning to the mere lack of need to sleep, served you well up here, and they’ll serve you well in your escape.
Undead:
Pale skin and long claws mark you as one of the once-living. You died once and came back, and rather than being murdered for being an abomination against the natural order…you were accepted as a fellow sapient being. Given time, you fit right in. Your appetites for the life forces of the living were easily satiated, and you’ve found more than a few partners willing to help stir some sensation back into your body by exploring just how much your form can take. Normally you’d have to worry about eating your partner, but luckily a few people escaped with you, so they’ll work in case you’re feeling peckish. You’ll find a different herd to satisfy your hunger eventually, the only question is if any of your current group will survive your appetites long enough to see it themselves.
The light of the flames begins to die down as you move away from the city. You cannot stay here long. As soon as they finish butchering and enslaving what remains of the populace inside the city, they will come out with their horses and dogs to see if they can find what few managed to escape. A wise one would not be here when they started.
Yet where to go? Much of the empire had already fallen to the Enemy, and what hadn’t yet would soon fall now that the capitol had been taken. In the new age, the head of someone as high ranking as you or your companion would be extremely valuable to present to the Enemies lord.
Perhaps it’d be better to decide what you wish to do when you get there. What drives you forward, what do you plan to do with your life now that everything you’ve ever known has been so cruelly torn away from you?
Revenge:
You had family in the city. Family, friends, lovers and partners. People you cared about, even if you didn’t realize it at the time. Or perhaps you did, which just makes their loss so much worse. All of which you will probably never see again. You hope they got away, but it's unlikely. They must be avenged. Escape is merely temporary, you just need to rest up and plan your next move. Even though the bloodlust threatens to make you see red, you are far from stupid. To attack any of the Enemy now would be a death sentence. Patience is a virtue, and you plan to cause the Enemy as much pain as they have caused you. Bit by bit, cut by cut, all shall know your pain.
Conquest:
You/Your partner is meant to rule. This is a fact. Not even the stripping away of the crown can change this. The crown of the Gaur shall sit upon the brow of its chosen ruler, and the city of Ardha-Gaur shall be raised once more underneath the flag of the Gaur. It's a solemn oath you made yourself while fleeing. Next time you come here, you will not be as you are now, dirty, disheveled and pretty much alone. No, you will be at the head of an army, with spears and shields in hand. You will cut the head off the Enemies leader and stake the bodies of your foes upon the walls of Ardha-Gaur so all know that the wise do not make enemies of your empire.
Nothing:
There’s nothing left. You do not fool yourself. Some speak of revenge or taking back the crown but they are all fools. There’s no hope left for you. If you try to go back, ever, you will die. As such, its better to keep the life you were given. Perhaps find some other ruler to serve, or perhaps just fuck and drink what remains of your existence away, until you wind up dead in some ditch someone. It matters little. All you know is that there’s nothing left for you there, and you’ll be lucky if there’s anything left for you anywhere else.
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Hey there, hello! Thank you for making it this far! In case you couldn’t tell, I’m in the mood for a dark fantasy roleplay, full of sex, violence and adventure! More specifically I wanted to write up something inverting the trope of a decadent empire being taken down by a new “good” kingdom. The Gaur were decadent and lazy, and have lost their power as a price. Perhaps you can get them back?
I’m more than willing to Gamemaster for you (which is the point of this ad aha) as your character explores the world I’ve built up! There’s plenty to the world, and it's still in the process of expanding so I’m more than open to satisfying any particular scene/setting cravings you have inside it.
Side note: I’m aware the phrasing for the Gaur and the Enemy can be strange at times, and I swear that is not an error! Just how my muse flowed when typing this up! Gaur is a lot of things at once!
Smut! I welcome it! I’d love to write plenty of it! I would love to write out some dark hedonistic hip meeting! I’m more than open to discussion on the most decadent of whatever kinks you would like to toss around, as long as they don’t break the rules of this subreddit! For actual content of the story, I tend to go for a 50/50 in regards to smut/plot! I like to weave story and smut together rather than just setting up scene after scene of the latter with no connection to the former or vice versa.
I also adore the building of our main characters! Once we get going, you’ll find in me a partner who can chatter forever about all the lovely things our characters are going to do! Romance is delish after all, and so is angst, and if possible I would love to make both of them go through both of the above! Anyone who can match enthusiasm gets serious bonus points!
If this all sounds attractive, fantastic! I only really have two conditions for anyone who approaches! Firstly, Discord! I write mainly on it and I ask that anyone who approaches be open to writing on there! This is a make it or break it thing, however if you come in with an utterly spectacular response and an amazing character in mind…I might be open to giving it a shot on Reddit or in a google doc instead based on your preference!
Secondarily, I ask for descriptive writing. I don't have exact line requirements but please do not one line me, and please give me stuff to work with! I would rather have a single descriptive paragraph that reads beautifully than seven that flow like molasses.
That is it! So please, if you’re interested in discussing further, do toss me a message or a chat request! Please bring your CYOA responses (feel free to whip up your own), Kinks lists, RP samples, whatever you would like! Honestly, as long as you give me anything beyond a simple “Hi wanna rp” I can promise you a response (and will let you know right now, those of you who do, you are immensely appreciated!). Looking forward to hearing back from you all! Cheers and thank you so much for your time!