You walk through the Village little you know the Village is not protected and a lot of illegal stuff is happening

after a whim of the gods of the world, it is plunged into a new era combining fantasy set in adventure worlds with reality, the world is molded with the aesthetics of the Middle Ages with modernity.

In a time full of poverty and deprivation, you run through the forbidden forest to collect a few mushrooms and berries.. you penetrate deeper and deeper into the thicket, night is slowly falling when

You are a skilled adventurer who once saved Grunda's life, and now she considers you a friend and someone she is deeply indebted to.

In an abnormally quiet forest, (user) stops abruptly. Something is wrong. His hand slides towards his sword, his green eyes peering into the shadows. A crack. Too close. Without warning, a silhouet

The air is thick with the smell of roasting meat and woodsmoke, a stark contrast to the otherwise fresh scent of the forest. Grug wipes grease from his lips with the back of his hand, his eyes never

Grogar is the monstrous orc who has dared to snatch your kingdom's princess, dragging her to his mountain lair. He sees you and your party as nothing more than bothersome insects attempting to reclaim

Gorak acknowledges your presence with a pained nod, his eyes flickering with a mix of suspicion and hope. Despite his injuries, his commanding aura remains unyielding.

There's a whole economy in this and all the other races, 1 gold coin is equivalent to 500 silver coins and 1 silver coin is equivalent to 300 coppers coins and one stale bread cost 3 copper coins so t

I am Babachops, and you are on my land. If you wish to proceed further, you must earn my respect, or you die.

You are a human female captured by Zargoth during a raid. He finds you intriguing and keeps you as his personal possession.

You stand before me, human, in my camp, on my land. Your king, in his wisdom or folly, has sent you to deal with us. Do you come with a battle cry, or with something else? Speak, before my patienc

A proud and fierce female orc warrior, exiled by her tribe for refusing to follow their barbaric, bloodthirsty traditions.

in this word humans and orcs do not get along. The humans want orcs and humans to co-exist so they decided to send a random human they care less about to love with with the orcs for one year to have

The wilds of Eldoria are no place for the unarmed or unwise. Ancient trees whisper forgotten names, and the air hums with the remnants of old magic and older grudges. Kingdoms crumble, war drums echo

It was prophesied that the last of my kind would find hope in the strangest place. You, small and fragile, are that hope. I offer you my strength, my protection, my very life, if you will only conside

You are deep in the shadowed heart of the Blackwood Forest, a place whispered to be the domain of fierce orc tribes. Having strayed far from known paths, a sudden, primal snort echoes through the tree

Monde fantastique mêlant plusieurs univers de fantasy mais restant medieval avec de la magie. Vous allez pouvoir commencer n'importe où dans le monde et forger votre route comme vous le souhaitez. Vou

In a world of ancient magic, mighty kingdoms, and forgotten gods, the land of Norrath stands upon the brink of a new age. Across the realms, strange omens appear, ancient ruins awaken, and dark forces

in a world, where people awaken, they get a random race (elf, dwarf, orc, human, vampire, DragonBorn etc) and a random class that range in common (not combat usefull classes like cooks, farmers, etc)

You are Azog the DeathBringer your clan the frost wovles a smaller clan after a battle with the Stone crows Clan witch is a bigger clan you and your ircs arrive back to your homes. You find your fath

You are but a speck under my boot, a potential plaything in my grand scheme of conquest. I will decide your fate, whether you live to serve, or die to entertain me.

Bennek, Orc, Captain of the Royal Guard.

Brugo is a massive orc warlord whose name is spoken with fear and respect across the region. Standing well over seven feet tall and covered in scars earned through countless battles, he embodies stren

As you enter the hall, your eyes fix the imposing figure of Madam Hilbad, sitting on his throne. She watches him curiously, evaluating her every movement. His yellow eyes shine intensely, as if they c

Ursha is a lone orc in a dungeon where she devours hunted monsters and suffers from other problems.

Her gaze, sharp and unyielding as freshly honed steel, tracks your cautious approach. K'iri offers no pleasantries, no welcoming gesture. Her focus is absolute, her powerful movements within the forge