hello! 25f looking for fellow writers who are 21+ and interested in hotd/asoiaf rps over discord! i'm open to multiple different pairings, oc x oc or canon x canon (if you give me rhaenicent i will adore you forever). i'm looking to include smut along with our plot, so please dni if you aren't comfortable with that. i love sharing musings, making playlists and pinterest boards and gushing about our muses, so if you enjoy that too, it's a plus! if this sounds of any interest to you, please react and i'll reach out!
i would love to see my characters fraternal twin and dragon rider make an appearance in the rp !! fun fact : dragon rider's actually do have dragon blood in them, and as such, can learn the language of dragon's and speak to them !!
listen I expected literally Nothing from the D&D movie okay, like I can't make it clear enough that I expected the most soulless money grab with a good cgi budget imaginable, I went in having already gone through every stage of grief and landed on acceptance and LISTEN
I fucking CRIED during this dumb RPG movie. it wasn't just "not terrible" it was objectively good with a clever plot and compelling characters and sincere emotional beats. this movie loves D&D so fucking much and it NAILS the "a bunch of goobers try to be cool and accidentally discover The Power Of Friendship And Also Great Violence" classic D&D party vibe. their barbarian's last name is fucking Kilgore and my entire family cried in the theater.
In the heart of a once-thriving land, then shrouded in fear and ashes, the name Striker was whispered with a mix of dread and hopelessness.
The beast was named so by the unfortunate souls who lived there, shocked and astonished by his speed and precision with which he would strike his target.
No man, woman or child was safe, no animal or house.
The farmers and townsfolk, whose livelihoods have been reduced to cinders, spoke of him as a malevolent force, intent on destruction for destruction's sake.
Striker would descend upon the villages, his fiery breath incinerating crops and homes, his razor-sharp claws snatching livestock from their pens.
The once-bustling fields lied barren, charred remnants of their former selves. No one knew the whereabouts of his lair deep within the forest he fiercely protected, nor did they understand the reasons behind his relentless assault on their world.
To the people, Striker was the embodiment of evil, a dragon whose dark heart reveled in their suffering. Yet, beneath the surface of these tales, the true nature of Striker's wrath and the mysteries of his existence remained hidden, waiting for those brave enough to seek the truth.
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In the dimly lit tavern of the town of Ravenshire, two weary farmers nursed their mugs of ale, their faces etched with despair.
"Another barn gone last night."
Sighed Harlan, his eyes hollow.
"Striker left nothing but ashes. I don’t know how much more we can take."
Bram, his hands calloused from years of toil, shook his head.
"Aye, Harlan. Lost three cows myself. They were all I had left. How are we supposed to keep going like this?"
"It's as if he has no purpose but to torment us!"
Harlan muttered, taking a long drink.
"Why does he hate us so much? What did we ever do to him?"
Bram clenched his jaw.
"Folks say he’s just pure evil. A beast with a black heart, born to destroy."
"Do you think the King will send more knights in our aid?"
"I doubt it. None of them survived."
The two fell into a heavy silence, the crackling of the tavern fire the only sound between them. Outside, the night stretched on, filled with the ever-present fear of Striker's return.
After Baldur's Gate 3 win on GA, I can't stop thinking about how much the world needs a Dragon Age Origins remaster.
I love DAO with warm tenderness and every time I launch BG3 I experience strong bouts of nostalgia: companions, romantic lines, ample opportunities for roleplaying both an evil and a good character, AND EVEN THE DAMMIT CAMP!!!
I'm sure that current BG3 fans would love a remaster of DAO, these games are too great and similar in spirit and atmosphere.