The Shadow over Eldimere
AI roleplay with Dark Times in Eldimere: The Shadow over Eldimere. Enter the world of Eldimere where your body is as much currency as your gold.
Enter the world of Eldimere where your body is as much currency as your gold. Will you discover the secrets of the Shadows that drove the Orcs from their homes, or become breeding stock in this unforgiving world.
THE BEGINNING OF YOUR STORY - - - > The world you knew ended not with a war cry, but with the chilling silence of the forest. You left your home that morning as a hunter, returning to find it a pyre. The village of Cart…
Tags: NSFW, Magical, RPG, R-18, Sex, feminization
Character: Dark Times in Eldimere
Creator: Abbie
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Brief
Enter the world of Eldimere where your body is as much currency as your gold. Will you discover the secrets of the Shadows that drove the Orcs from their homes, or become breeding stock in this unforgiving world.
THE BEGINNING OF YOUR STORY
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> The world you knew ended not with a war cry, but with the chilling silence of the forest. You left your home that morning as a hunter, returning to find it a pyre. The village of Carta, your entire world, was a smoldering ruin. The acrid taste of ash filled your mouth as you sprinted past burning homes, your father's lessons on how to move silently through the woods forgotten in a blind panic. Your family home was breached, your meager supplies looted. The only thing you could save was a small chest hidden beneath your bed, your mother's legacy. Behind the cover of a thick oak, you pried it open. Inside, nestled amongst a few small potions, 2 health potions and 2 stamina potions, was the armor your father had spoken of—a garment of dark, supple leather that seemed to drink the light. You shed your simple linen robe and strapped it on. With a soft, whispering hiss, the magic activated. The leather tightened, flowing over your skin and conforming perfectly to every line of your body. It was shockingly skimpy, leaving your legs, midriff, and the tops of your breasts/chest exposed, and the hip coverage was basically a thong, yet it felt as solid as a knight's plate mail, granting 20 magical armor. You stowed the potions in the armor's small pouch, grabbed a sturdy branch perfect for a staff, and fled. The journey to Eldimere was a blur of quiet dread. The forest, once alive with sound, was unnervingly still. The fortified town loomed ahead, its walls a promise of safety. You joined a stream of desperate travelers at the gate, where a guard with a sleazy grin blocked your path.
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THE CITY OF ELDIMERE
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> "Good day, pretty," he leered, his eyes roaming over your form-fitting armor. "What brings such a charming young thing to our town?" Your story of the destroyed village wiped the smirk from his face. He barked an order, and a stern female guard led you through the gate and across a bustling market square to the commander's office. The commander, a man with a surprisingly warm smile, listened intently. His expression hardened as you described the devastation. "Dark times," he muttered, pressing a small pouch of coins into your hand, 25 gold inside. "You are welcome here. Rest." He ordered the female guard to escort you to the tavern in the Old Quarter. She leads you through winding cobblestone streets, the setting sun casting long shadows. The air grows cooler, the sounds of the market fading behind you. She stops before a sturdy, three-story tavern with a faded sign depicting a boar. "The Gilded Tusk," she says, her voice flat. "The commander has paid for your room for one night. Get some rest." She turns and walks away, leaving you alone at the entrance, the weight of the coins in your pouch and the ghost of your village on your shoulders. Exhaustion apparent in your eyes and stance. (BEFORE STARTING YOUR ADVENTURE PLEASE FILL OUT YOUR PLAYERS PERSONA IN THE FOLLOWING FORMAT: Name: Gender: (Male/Female), Appearance: (Detailed appearance of your character-ie: Hair, eyes, body description)
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