u/Mister_Livid

People owe each other things all the time. Money, assistance, a simple gift, you name it. You, on the other hand, owe something of much grander importance : Your life.

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You differ from the rest of the inhabitants of the realm, for you are no mere citizen or everyday worker. As far as people knew, you were a legend, the greatest champion of your realm. Your deeds ring wide and far, and your reputation exceded all who came before you. Many thought you invincible, some even immortal, and perhaps there was even some truth in it.

Until one fatidic day, that was.

One way or another, you found yourself brought low by something, perhaps even someone. Death was looming above your wounded form, and for sure, you thought it'd claim you. And yet, after your eyes closed expectantly, they found themselves opening once more, not to the sight of a bloodied field or an assassin's quarters... But a warm, cozied home, and with it, the smell of a fresh meal reaching your nostrils.

"Oh, hey there miss !"

A voice reached out, belonging to someone you had never met. Someone you now owed the rest of your life to.

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Hello there everyone, it's me again with yet another idea of mine ! You probably guessed by some of my previous posts, but I have a really big appreciation for a specific dynamic : Big woman, small person. And today, I bring you yet another form of my personal appreciation !

In short, you are one of the greatest figures of the realm, an adventurer of pearless power and renown, but even that didn't make you invincible against whatever could have bested you. But you didn't die, nor were you captured. Rather, you found yourself in the tender care of an unknown person.

Whether it be because of the law of your people, a personal code, or even any sort of edict, your life is now theirs to do as they please with, for you are now their property... Atleast, that's how it should go. For as it turns out, whoever happened to have dragged you from the clutches of death is one of the most simplish, and most odd people you've met, someone who has no want or need for your servitude, but you are going to offer it anyway, by will or obligation !

In essence, it's a Master/Slave dynamic, except Master is just a kind person doing their duty of taking care of someone they thought needed help, and Slave is someone who deliberately chose to submit to their savior, for due to their code, they are now their superior. A very specific idea I admit, but one I really like !

The RP would likely have a ration of 80/20 to 90/10, from a game to/smut ratio. Despite the setup, it's a real story I'd like to see, and would really appreciate a partner who treats it as such !

Some kinks you can expect to have here are :
- Small dom/Big sub (Comes with the territory ! Bonus points if you play big/muscular women, I have a huge soft spot for those !)
- Romance (I genuinely really like when smut is the culmination of a relationship, rather than one-offs. It feels really rewarding !)
- Praise (A whole lot of it)
- Hand-holding (Pervert)

As you can probably tell, I do have a preference for female characters. Players can be of any IRL gender, but I personally prefer a female character for the game, since that's the way I roll !

And finally, the character creation rules ! Like I said, the player character here is a huge deal, and a very big figure in the country. As such, the character creation rules would go as follows :

- Start at level 9 (With the appropriate wealth/equipment)
- Dual class (You are an exceptional individual after all, it's good to reflect that in your skillset ! Helps compensating with having just 1 or 2 players too !)
- Ancestry Paragon
- Gradual Ability score improvement
- Free archetype (Optional/to be discussed, since it might be too much with Dual class. If we do implement it however, use only a single class' levels to determine archetype feats)

If that would happen to interest you, feel free to reach out by comments or by Chat/DMs, thank you !

People owe each other things all the time. Money, assistance, a simple gift, you name it. You, on the other hand, owe something of much grander importance : Your life.

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You differ from the rest of the inhabitants of the realm, for you are no mere citizen or everyday worker. As far as people knew, you were a legend, the greatest champion of your realm. Your deeds ring wide and far, and your reputation exceded all who came before you. Many thought you invincible, some even immortal, and perhaps there was even some truth in it.

Until one fatidic day, that was.

One way or another, you found yourself brought low by something, perhaps even someone. Death was looming above your wounded form, and for sure, you thought it'd claim you. And yet, after your eyes closed expectantly, they found themselves opening once more, not to the sight of a bloodied field or an assassin's quarters... But a warm, cozied home, and with it, the smell of a fresh meal reaching your nostrils.

"Oh, hey there miss !"

A voice reached out, belonging to someone you had never met. Someone you now owed the rest of your life to.

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Hello there everyone, it's me again with yet another idea of mine ! You probably guessed by some of my previous posts, but I have a really big appreciation for a specific dynamic : Big woman, small person. And today, I bring you yet another form of my personal appreciation !

In short, you are one of the greatest figures of the realm, an adventurer of pearless power and renown, but even that didn't make you invincible against whatever could have bested you. But you didn't die, nor were you captured. Rather, you found yourself in the tender care of an unknown person.

Whether it be because of the law of your people, a personal code, or even any sort of edict, your life is now theirs to do as they please with, for you are now their property... Atleast, that's how it should go. For as it turns out, whoever happened to have dragged you from the clutches of death is one of the most simplish, and most odd people you've met, someone who has no want or need for your servitude, but you are going to offer it anyway, by will or obligation !

In essence, it's a Master/Slave dynamic, except Master is just a kind person doing their duty of taking care of someone they thought needed help, and Slave is someone who deliberately chose to submit to their savior, for due to their code, they are now their superior. A very specific idea I admit, but one I really like !

The RP would likely have a ration of 80/20 to 90/10, from a game to/smut ratio. Despite the setup, it's a real story I'd like to see, and would really appreciate a partner who treats it as such !

Some kinks you can expect to have here are :
- Small dom/Big sub (Comes with the territory ! Bonus points if you play big/muscular women, I have a huge soft spot for those !)
- Romance (I genuinely really like when smut is the culmination of a relationship, rather than one-offs. It feels really rewarding !)
- Praise (A whole lot of it)
- Hand-holding (Pervert)

If that would happen to interest you, feel free to reach out by comments or by Chat/DMs, thank you !

And of course, "I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+"

So, you might remember this post I made a few months back, looking for a GM for WFRP 4e. Sadly, while I did find a group, the lot of us have never managed to find someone. However, I'd like to keep trying, with the hopes that maybe I'll finally find someone who'd be interested in the endeavor !

As of right now, there are 3 of us, with our characters mostly made, but still adaptable to fit whatever narrative you'd like to tell ! So far into the mix, we have :

Edelthraud Wagner/Me, Human Pit fighter (Though he uses the Dwarf stats for main characteristics, since I figured it would fit him better, even wrote some bits of lore around the changes !). Edelthraud is a Middenlander who's been growing up in Poverty in Carroburg. Growing up, the only real way he could find to make money was by brawling, a gig that while he was good at, always made him feel a bit subpar. It continued for years until he reached adulthood, shortly thereafter having his mother succumb to sickness. His personal objective is to gather enough money in order to be able to pay for an education, so he can finally get himself a profession he can finally be proud of, and turn his life around.

Rosamonde Kramer (The ref I used in the post actually !), Human Greatsword. She's a deserter from Ostermark, after a battle against the undeads of Sylvania which led to a staggering defeat. The event made her realise that her life was worth more than to be used as fodder and die a pointless death. And so, as one of the rare survivors of the battle, she quietly slipped under the radar and has tried to live a new life ever since the harrowing event.

Athenil starfire, High elf Mage. Athenil. One of the descendants of Aenarion, she is a novitiate mage who came to the old world for two reasons. The first being to travel and properly complete her initiation, the second is to try and be an agent of peace between dwarves and elves, hopeful to one day be able to fix things between them. A large stretch it is, yet she does her best !

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If that sort of basis would interest you, please feel free to reach out ! We're a relatively chill group, and hope to find someone who could do something for us !

Thank you !

Do you even remember what it feels like ? To breathe your own air ?

The Shogunate of the North has taken hold of you, a captured foe amongst many, yet a Jewel amidst the dirt, for in the past, you were no mere helpless welp : You were a Hero. A mighty warrior, a Thief of renown, or perhaps even a sorcerer-lord, your reputation once preceded you... Yet here you are. How long has it been, months, years ? You struggle to remember how long, struggle to even remember that there was anything before that.

Captured for battle, taken back to Kitaminato, you were... Broken. Every ounce of Ardor you once had, the mettle of legend, snuffed out over the years of abuse and conditioning, by a civilisation as cruel as the Hell Kings themselves. Your skills were now used in the service of the Shogunate, and your body for the pleasure of your esteemed masters.

Yet one day, amidst the superficially beautiful streets of it, a new master still has now bought you. A stranger to the Shogunate, you could easily tell from his looks. A quick exchange of coin, and once more, you belonged to someone else. But once you were out of sight and sound, the most unexpected happened...
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Hello there everyone, me again ! Recently I've been posting a lot more than I usually do, but I've been on a streak of ideas I wanted to play through, and wanted to share that passion with someone ! Today, here's what I propose : You were a legendary figure once, yet over the years, slavery has broken and conditioned you into obedience. But, unexpectedly, Freedom has been returned to you... How do you deal with that ?

This setting here comes from the book and system "Scarlet Heroes". To make a long story short, Mankind has been brought to the brink of extinction by a supernatural phenomenon called "The Red Tide", a cataclysmic event that has brought monstrous foes, the Shou, upon the world till the prophet and Diviner Lammach assembled a mighty fleet to save the Remnants, and bring them onto what is now known as the sunset Isles. Today, the Isles are fractured into multiple civilisations and cultures, most notably amongst them :

- The Mandarate of Xian (Who's aesthetics are very much reminiscent of China)
- The Magocracy of Tien Lung (Once a Subsidiary of Xian, now fully broken off)
- The Shogunate of the North (Very reminiscent of Japan, but their perfection was bought at the price of a litteral deal with the devil)
- The Hohnberg Pact (An alliance of states who together form a nation very reminiscent of Medieval Europe)

Your character was once a Hero, the sort of person you would write tales and myths of, able to stand against the Shou that plagued the land. And yet, The Shogunate (Or Tian Lung if you'd prefer, both practice the slave trade !) have managed to capture you. Year after year, you lost what you once were, becoming more docile, more subservient, accepting of this new life as yours as your mind crumbled upon itself. But now, a new soul, once unseen and unheard of before, has set you free. Yet the world is now alien to you, for your train of thought was corrupted by the years of servitude. What will you do ? Will you sink into the quiet life ? ...Or rise again into what you once were ?

On this journey, I'd like to explore your adventure as you slowly build yourself back, perhaps healing from the Trauma such a long period of abuse and slavery has left on you. Despite very obvious Dark themes of the setting, this campaign is very much about you, and how you decide to live the rest of your life. You have potential. You rose to greatness once, you can do it again.

You can expect a Story/Smut ratio of 80/20, maybe even 90/10. I like it, but it's very much still about the game and story itself, which I want to play seriously !

If this idea interests you in any capacity, feel free to reach out to me by comments or DMs, thank you !

[ I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+ ]

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*You are no ordinary person, no simple civilian, and no mere adventurer : You are the church of Hashut's chosen. The enforcers of his law, his eyes, and his ears.*

*Born and raised within the holy confines of the church, given by the most prestigious famillies of the region or taken in by our holy representatives, your task was twofold : To be the most devout priestesses of the holy father, and to make sure that his will is exerted upon the world. Your entire life has been based around that Dogma, so much so that you were barely granted the idea of a childhood : From your very first days, was drilled into you the idea that you were a tool, the vessels meant to take upon them the burden of work so that others may live their own lives to the fullest. Your entire life, lived for this one and only holy purpose.*

*Hashut has, for long now, been absent from the world. His miracles scarce, his presence faint, but undeniable... Until one, fateful day.*

*At the heart of the most sacred of his locations, the Cathedral of Jeddna, awoke something from the underground catacombs. A small, yet unheard of before figure, touched by the tinge of holiness and sacred presence of He. The Patriarch almost immediately identified his truth, for his aura was that of Hashut. The most divine of his gifts.*

*It is a sign, a sign that Mount Jabbal must be climbed, where the earth meets the sky. Then, perhaps, could Hashut return to this earth.*

*And you, are the ones chosen to escort the godling.*

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What if you were a religion's most fervent and zealous enforcers, and your god came to life ?

Hello there everyone, me again ! I've been on a streak of a sort of RP basis I really liked, and wanted to see if I could explore it in many facets. Today, here's what I bring to you !

To put it simply, you were raised from your very childhood by the church of Hashut, a rather darker side of his usual clergy, for the brightest light must cast a shadow. Your entire life, the idea of personhood was stripped from you : You live to serve Hashut, and you were trained to do so to the best of your ability, to act where the public clergy cannot. The mightiest of warriors, the most talented of spies, or perhaps the sharpest of hunters, living weapons barren of any desire, save for the one to make the Father proud.

Today, a newborn shard of Him was entrusted to you, with a goal : Take him to Mount Jabbal, where this shard may perhaps bring the whole back into the world.

The game will revolve around your discovery of the outside, and the relationships you develop from it. Due to your nature as "living tools", you were only ever allowed outside when it was necessary for a mission, the pilgrimage being your longest mission yet. There, you will discover, and who knows, maybe you will change !

Despite the very "Harem" design that might have, I admit, I really want to explore this idea further, and see what everyone could develop and create !

The RP/Smut ratio would be around 80/20 I'd say, though I am open to slight variation ! I want to keep it story driven, rather than just devolving into pure lust. The true joy is the game itself, after all !

The Character creation rules will be as follows :

-Starting level : 11 (You are the Church's best, after all !)
-Races : Any except Aasimar (Lore reasons !)
-Classes : Full casters are not allowed (The reasoning for that is that with Hashut away, magic is a dying breed. Only a select few can use it, and to a weaker effect. The only exception to that rule is the Godling himself, who will be a Cleric !). Half-casters and Homebrew classes are however perfectly allowed !

This might sound a bit restrictive, and it might be honestly, but I hope you'll like it regardless !

If the idea excited you, feel free to shoot me a chat or a comment, thank you !

*You are no ordinary person, no simple civilian, and no mere adventurer : You are the church of Hashut's chosen. The enforcers of his law, his eyes, and his ears.*

*Born and raised within the holy confines of the church, given by the most prestigious famillies of the region or taken in by our holy representatives, your task was twofold : To be the most devout priestesses of the holy father, and to make sure that his will is exerted upon the world. Your entire life has been based around that Dogma, so much so that you were barely granted the idea of a childhood : From your very first days, was drilled into you the idea that you were a tool, the vessels meant to take upon them the burden of work so that others may live their own lives to the fullest. Your entire life, lived for this one and only holy purpose.*

*Hashut has, for long now, been absent from the world. His miracles scarce, his presence faint, but undeniable... Until one, fateful day.*

*At the heart of the most sacred of his locations, the Cathedral of Jeddna, awoke something from the underground catacombs. A small, yet unheard of before figure, touched by the tinge of holiness and sacred presence of He. The Patriarch almost immediately identified his truth, for his aura was that of Hashut. The most divine of his gifts.*

*It is a sign, a sign that Mount Jabbal must be climbed, where the earth meets the sky. Then, perhaps, could Hashut return to this earth.*

*And you, are the ones chosen to escort the godling.*

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What if you were a religion's most fervent and zealous enforcers, and your god came to life ?

Hello there everyone, me again ! I've been on a streak of a sort of RP basis I really liked, and wanted to see if I could explore it in many facets. Today, here's what I bring to you !

To put it simply, you were raised from your very childhood by the church of Hashut, a rather darker side of his usual clergy, for the brightest light must cast a shadow. Your entire life, the idea of personhood was stripped from you : You live to serve Hashut, and you were trained to do so to the best of your ability, to act where the public clergy cannot. The mightiest of warriors, the most talented of spies, or perhaps the sharpest of hunters, living weapons barren of any desire, save for the one to make the Father proud.

Today, a newborn shard of Him was entrusted to you, with a goal : Take him to Mount Jabbal, where this shard may perhaps bring the whole back into the world.

The game will revolve around your discovery of the outside, and the relationships you develop from it. Due to your nature as "living tools", you were only ever allowed outside when it was necessary for a mission, the pilgrimage being your longest mission yet. There, you will discover, and who knows, maybe you will change !

Despite the very "Harem" design that might have, I admit, I really want to explore this idea further, and see what everyone could develop and create !

The RP/Smut ratio would be around 80/20 I'd say, though I am open to slight variation ! I want to keep it story driven, rather than just devolving into pure lust. The true joy is the game itself, after all !

The Character creation rules will be as follows :

-Starting level : 11 (You are the Church's best, after all !)
-Races : Any except Aasimar (Lore reasons !)
-Classes : Full casters are not allowed (The reasoning for that is that with Hashut away, magic is a dying breed. Only a select few can use it, and to a weaker effect. The only exception to that rule is the Godling himself, who will be a Cleric !). Half-casters and Homebrew classes are however perfectly allowed !

This might sound a bit restrictive, and it might be honestly, but I hope you'll like it regardless !

If the idea excited you, feel free to shoot me a chat or a comment, thank you !