Some kind of mythical creature that has a bond with the Hero. The creatures are often large and intimidating at first glance, and, if aggressively provoked, have the power to cause damage.
Friendly creatures are common to all types of fantasy, but especially children's fantasy , such as in the example below. One day, teenager Hiccup shoots down a Night Fury. When he goes to find its body so that he can prove his accomplishment to the village, he finds himself unable to bring himself to kill it and instead sets it free. In high fantasy, this character often lives in some kind of menacing fortress in a land most would find inhospitable, surrounded by their unfalteringly devoted minions as they plot total world domination.
Fire and brimstone abound, and the story revolves around the Hero trying to take this character down. But the Villain can take other forms as well — they might be an entity, a concept, or even an aspect of human nature. Her ultimate goal is to rally the fairy societies to war so that she can become empress and destroy humanity. While the Friendly Creature sees the good in the Hero and bonds with them, the Evil Creatures cares about, well, no one, really.
Not to mention the actual trees that trap people in their trunks where they remain stuck in a form of limbo — constantly trying to escape the Wood that they have also become a part of. Because of that goal, they do protect the Hero at all costs and help guide them through the journey, but they are more skilled than the Sidekick and generally have a knack for knowing just what to do.
The difference between the Other Hero and the Mentor is that the Other Hero is usually zeroed in on the conflict at hand, while the Mentor sees the bigger picture and has a broader, more deep level of knowledge of the unfolding story. In addition, the Other Hero provides more practical support to the Hero while the Mentor also gives emotional guidance. However, they are both usually highly skilled, and, like the Mentor, the Other Hero will do whatever it takes to help clear the path for the Hero.
Well, the site TV Tropes has actually named this commonly recurring fantasy character after Aragorn , and who are we to contradict them? Shall we go on? There are many potential facets to this character. Either way, they are an antagonistic force that is committed to the bad side to a degree.
What differentiates them from the Villain is that they also hesitate at every bad move they make. You'll often find Reluctant Villains in grimdark fantasy , a subgenre characterized by morally gray characters and plotlines.
Tyrion Lannister is an interesting character because of his grey shades. He is part of a family of villains, and out of familial obligation, he spends the first few books acting in the best interest of Lannister House.
However, acting in their best interest often requires committing villainous deeds. The city was notorious for its lack of respect toward dwarves. The last time a caravan from Waterdeep had come through town it had brought with it an angry mob that intended to kill all the dark elves living in Luskan. Fortunately, the leader of the caravan had stopped at the gates long enough to explain matters to the guards-and then paid them off handsomely.
As a result, no one wanted to start trouble with the merchants or their hired fighters. But every merchant knew that if things went sour between him and the guardhouse, he would be lucky to get out alive. Still, some people were not satisfied by this arrangement. One particularly large and ugly human named Torgar Skullsplitter seemed determined to make life miserable for everyone who entered the city.
His soldiers did nothing but harass travelers, especially those who looked like they might have something worth stealing. And so most traders avoided going into the city altogether. Magnus wondered how many other cities followed the example set by Luskan: towns where only humans lived?
Would any other race ever dare enter such places? Perhaps after years of being treated as second class citizens, the drow felt justified in treating others less favorably than themselves.
Or perhaps they simply enjoyed making enemies wherever possible. Description: The 4HU is a military scifi shared universe, with a focus on mercs. Good for: Space opera. Space and planet battles. Alien societies. T-Rexes with guns. Flaws: Might be too heavily focused on Earth. The ground shook with the thunder of cannon fire and explosions.
A wall of steel slammed into them as their enemies poured through a breach in the line. That was it; that was all they could do here.
He pulled up his HUD just long enough to see where everyone else on his team was positioned. MacLachlan was still holding out against an assault by two full companies, but their left flank had been forced back almost half way across the field. Had they lost contact? Or had they already fallen? Alex turned his attention back at the big tank. It looked like some kind of giant insect, squatting menacingly atop its massive legs.
But instead of mandibles or pincers, this thing held a single large cannon. She had been in the thick of it all day, and she felt like a fool for not seeing what everyone else saw - that this whole thing with S7 was nothing more than an elaborate set-up to get her out here where they could finish their work on her. That thought alone made M14 feel sick. And then there was BR55… M14 shuddered at the memory. Why risk her own life just to get rid of me?
If you like samurai, ronins, detective stories, and foreigners in a strange land, this is the module for you. The source material used for training draws from the Genroku era of feudal Japan, around the 17th century. Now with more short stories from a variety of different settings!
Humanity and several alien civilizations have colonized the Milky Way galaxy using technology seemingly left behind by an advanced precursor civilization,. Another Tolkien module but expanded to nearly the entire published legendarium. High on the walls of the city he saw a great company of men and women, tall and fair to look upon; but they were clad in black. And some bore long spears with sharp points like needles or swords, while others had bows that bent not only swiftly but far.
But there was no sound save their own voices as they sang together:. Come forth into the streets! The day is come for burning all evil things! For we are the servants of Elendil who dwelt here before the beginning of days. We have cleansed this place by fire, so it shall be clean again. All that has been done here since the world began must now be undone. Let those who would live in peace go up into the hills where none will find them.
Let those who love war make ready. It is our hour. In darkness let us work deeds of light! This is the story of all the lore in wikis and Fallout bible book, cut content too.
Also, I put some concepts Retrofuturism and some perks, traits and Karma. The year is but here is info on the past of this world. I use entries of items, weapons, creatures, people, some quest references in locations, some cut locations too. The sun was just coming up over the mountains to the east when I saw it. The sky was clear and blue with a few wispy clouds floating lazily along. The Enclave is a religious organization dedicated to the eradication of all non-humans.
It was formed by former Vault dwellers who had become disillusioned with their former masters and wanted to create an enclave where they could live in peace. All were destroyed or nearly so. It is said that the only survivors are those who live underground. I welcome you to the Vault of Sorrows and hope that your visit will be as pleasant as possible.
The slavers who live here are dedicated to their work and have no time for frivolity or idle chatter. If you wish to see them, come to me directly; if not, please enjoy our facility and its many amenities. Imagine dreary saxophone music, desolate streetlamps, and a lone figure walking through the drizzling rain. Even the protagonists are deliciously flawed. Perhaps unsurprisingly, you will also find a lot of alcohol and an unhealthy fixation on cigarettes.
This module was experimentally trained on books from the Hard Case Crime series, comprising a selection of vintage noir paperbacks and modern novels. Notes: The effect of this module is very broad. I could have made a call to the police and told them what had happened, but I knew it would do no good. There was no way around it; I had to take care of things myself. So I called the number on the card and waited until one of the girls answered.
She asked me who I wanted to talk to, and I said it was Mr. Then I gave her my name and told her that I needed to speak with him right away. Johnny nodded.
The less said about her the better. He sat in the back seat of the police car and watched as they drove down Wilshire Boulevard toward downtown Los Angeles. He looked around him. There were several other men in the car with them, two detectives and an assistant district attorney. They seemed friendly enough. It made him feel dirty. The lieutenant saw where he was looking and turned his head to look out the window. Constructed from edited character descriptions and locations from Fallout: New Vegas, and leavened out with classic apocalyptic tales that were an influence on Fallout.
The ghoul snarled at the New California Republic Ranger, and then turned his back on her. Then he kicked it away from himself with one foot. The ranger stood very still, watching the ghoul intently. She was not sure what she expected him to do next; perhaps shoot the ghoul dead where he lay or run off screaming in terror of an imaginary monster. But when nothing happened after several long moments, she relaxed slightly. It appeared that the ghoul had no intention of attacking them. Perhaps he had gone insane like so many others who were stranded out there alone, living among the ruins of their world.
Maybe he just wanted some company. Or maybe he intended to kill Snowman for food. Either way, the two Rangers would be better off without him. What is your name? A woman Ranger. You must make good use of her skills. This module was trained on the Clan of the Cavebear series by Jean Auel, Shaman by Kim Stanley Robinson, and a collection of erotic novellas set in a prehistoric periods.
All content was painstakingly cleaned of modern references, though some more modern vocabulary is still used in descriptions. The cave was cool and damp, the floor littered with leaves. The walls glistened with moisture. A few drops fell on her face as she stood in the entrance. She brushed them away impatiently. Her heart pounded and her breath came fast. Why had she come here? She just knew that when she saw it, she would have to go inside. She looked around at the familiar surroundings again, then stepped forward into the dark space.
It was large enough for two or three people to stand side by side, though only one could comfortably walk through it. There was also a faint odor of fresh water nearby.
She moved slowly toward the back wall, feeling her way along the rough stone. The cave seemed much larger now than before, and the air was warmer. When she reached the back wall, she stopped, still not sure what to do next.
Then she heard something. A soft rustling sound. It grew louder and closer until she recognized the distinctive footfalls of a small creature padding softly across the floor behind her. She turned quickly, expecting to see another animal, perhaps a fox or a wolf.
Revision of my earlier Game of Thrones module with more formatting. The goal of this is to include novels from around the original trilogy, as well as novels set shortly before and afterward chronologically Roughly 5 years before or 5 years after.
Han frowned. It was true; the stunner had been one of those old-fashioned nonlethal models, its charge fully spent when it hit the wall beside the door. Han looked at his friend. Not without making themselves a target for the whole roomful of stormtroopers. The door slid open as they approached, revealing another corridor identical to the one outside. They walked down it toward the sound of voices echoing from somewhere ahead. But the voice that came through the door was a familiar one. They crossed the threshold into the cell block and headed straight for the door at the far end.
A group of stormtroopers were standing guard over it, their weapons drawn. But as soon as they spotted Luke and his companions, they lowered them.
The goal of this was to create a module that you could play set during the clone wars. Or maybe not? The sky was so low and black with his exhaust plumes that he could hardly hear over the ViiR thrumming of antigrav.
But even though his patience was running thin, he owed Obi-Wan whatever shred of rationality, courtesy or understanding that Obi-Wan happened to believe, under the circumstances, might not be insulting right then.
Behind him streaked half a dozen wreaths of platinum fire now, like explosive smoke trails in sunlight. A Mandalorian passed within one such roaring torrent behind. Defo would work better with more context and lorebook info, however for now I am just sharing what I have made so far. You fall down Mt. Ebott, with a bed of yellow flowers cushioning your fall, probably saving your life.
You get up and walk deeper into the cave, where you see a monster; a. Probably works reasonably well for generic vampire stuff or even general dark urban fantasy even without a WoD lorebook, although you may need to ban WoD-specific words like clan names if you actively want to avoid them.
The figure of dark majesty loomed over him, and his heart skipped a beat when she smiled, revealing the fangs. He trembled, even though he knew that what he felt could not be real. It had all been an illusion—a dream within a dream—but now it seemed very much like reality indeed. She stood back from him, smiling again, although there was no warmth in her expression this time. Picaresque journeys into the heart of Western darkness. The training material includes a few literary Westerns, a pair of contemporary Weird Westerns, several large fantasy adventures with a distinctly Western flavor and a brutal frontier survival narrative.
The road had been smooth for most of the day, but now it began to climb steeply into the mountains. The wind picked up speed and strength; clouds scudded across the sky like dark birds flying south. It was a storm coming. Charley knew that much. He could feel it in his bones. It was also snowing. A few flakes drifted down from the gray sky, tiny white stars drifting through the air.
Charley felt a little better with every step he took. The cold was gone, replaced by an exhilarating sense of freedom. He walked with purpose, not looking back or forward, just walking and breathing. He had no idea where he was going. His only goal was to keep moving. There was no reason for him to stop anywhere else, except maybe to eat. All he owned was the clothes on his back and the knife strapped to his leg. He stopped in his tracks, feeling a chill run up his spine. Stories about how it was a lawless city, a haven for outlaws and murderers and other criminals.
Civilization falls, the dead rise! Action, survival, and terror in the zombie apocalypse. From the darkness of the alley, shuffling footsteps and a long, low moan echoed. She held it in front of her face with both hands, taking aim at the shadows on the opposite side of the street. The footsteps came closer, and now they were accompanied by another sound—a strange scraping sound like claws dragging across concrete or metal.
The moonlight was just enough to show her what looked like a group of shadowy figures approaching through the dark streets. Refined, polished and ready for Sigurd V4. The pitter patter of rain on the roof. The smell of damp and mold. The sound of distant thunder. His long hair hung over his face, obscuring it completely. But Nico had insisted. They needed to talk. Your fingertips drum the surface of the wooden table. You lift your eyes to look at him and he looks back, his lips parted slightly in surprise.
Your heart is beating so fast you can feel it against your chest. He swallows hard before saying anything. You swallow thickly. His dark brows pull together for a moment before relaxing again.
This module is like the worst! English is the greatest language for bad writing because of how popular it is! This module will make your inner 5 year old writer look kinda like Shakespeare! On a sunny day this bad boy takes me from start to finish on a scenario for a whopping three to four re-rolls total, with everything from vanilla sex to moth-girl maternal femdom involving four hands and aphrodisiac powder.
Let me know what I fucked up, how it runs, etc. Expect a tasteful dash of Victorian spice. All I did was retrain it for the new finetune, and things are looking more coherent than ever. Nicely moody, while not overpowering you with olden day references. The night was dark, and the stars shone with a pale lustre.
The wind went moaning by, like a low distant sea; and there were no clouds in the sky. From time to time, one of those sudden gusts of cold air came rushing down from the north-east, and set all the woods rustling, and brought a white sheet of spray across the lake, which rose up before it as if startled out of its sleep.
But this night-breeze had passed away again, when the figure that stood on the bridge, shivered and shook convulsively for some seconds, and then fell forward into the water. There was something hanging about it, which made it look more like a corpse than anything else. It lay face downwards in the shadow of the bridge, and moved not when the boat touched it. A few strokes took us alongside. We drew our knives, and leaped on shore. I stooped over the body, and felt it heartily.
Morgan snorted. Morgan looked like he wanted to argue, but instead he just sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived at the bottom of a well. So every day, when her mother came down to fetch water from the pump in the yard above, she would climb up the rope ladder and sit on the edge of the bucket while her mother filled it. Then they would both go back up again. It was lonely living at the bottom of a well, but you have to remember that this was a long time ago, before people used buckets for everything.
One day, as her mother went up to the pump, the little girl slipped out of the bucket and ran away. There were no grown-ups around, so she climbed onto the top of the well and sat there until her mother came home. And she stayed there all night, even though it began to rain very hard. When her mother came into the kitchen next morning, she found the little girl lying under the table, fast asleep.
If you love exploring the relationships and interactions between androids, robots, artificial intelligences, and humans, this is the module for you! The android had to have a name.
I called it Ganymede, after the moon of Jupiter. It was the only one who could handle the heavy lifting and get us into orbit quickly enough. The other three were too small for that job.
I chose the names based on their personalities or something they said in passing. As far as personality went, I tried not to judge people by looks alone; however, if you looked closely at all four of these guys, there was no mistaking any of them. They might look like humans, but they were machines inside—androids programmed to act human.
Sooner or later, though, I would need to make some decisions. Maybe this trip would help me decide which ones should go home when we returned from space. The Succubus smiled at me. I felt her warm breath on my neck. My skin tingled from it. It was an odd sensation — almost pleasant. A shiver ran down my spine. She laughed with glee, letting go of me so she could straighten up. Her hands moved over herself slowly, teasingly.
You are quite beautiful, Rachel. Your breasts look delicious. My face flushed hot. We both knew exactly where our bodies wanted each other to be touching right now. His voice sounded strained. I looked between them, trying to figure something out. Did she mean sexually? If so…well, I guess I should expect nothing less than the best from a succubus! Her bra came next.
Then she unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it completely, leaving only her white panties covering her dark pubic hair.
Her legs were smooth and pale, except for some light tan lines running along their length. Her feet were small and dainty. All eyes were fixed upon her perfect body. Even the ones belonging to two who were supposed to be in love with each other. The angel was waiting for her when she arrived. He held out his hand and helped her down from the carriage. She took it gratefully. The air smelled like fresh rain on the wind that blew in through an open window.
Her wings were still sore from their flight here, but they felt better than ever before. They walked past several rooms filled with bookshelves full of bound volumes, some old and worn, others new and crisp. There were no windows in these halls. Instead there were arched openings where light streamed in from above.
They passed by paintings of angels and men and women holding hands or embracing each other, all smiling happily. Some looked up toward the ceiling, while others gazed down upon the floor below. In one painting, two lovers stood side-by-side, sharing a kiss. A third man watched over them both, his expression unreadable. Another showed three children sitting together around a table playing cards. Their smiles seemed genuine, though perhaps not entirely free of worry. Both images made Lorelei shiver.
In contrast, a few pictures showed couples kissing tenderly under stars shining brightly overhead. One featured a young boy standing next to his mother. Lorelei stopped walking and turned back to look at the angel who led her. Is it Heaven?
Why would anyone bother to keep you alive? We serve God, just as any human does. Our souls live forever, so long as we continue to walk alongside Him. A chill ran down her spine at his words. Either way, she decided to let him lead the conversation. After all, she could always ask later. If he refused to tell her, that was fine.
As they continued on, the doors opened onto a large room filled with dozens of beds. Each bed was occupied by an angel, either sleeping peacefully or staring blankly off into space.
All wore white robes, and many had wings folded neatly against their backs. Most of them appeared healthy, but some looked ill, pale and thin. Many of the sickest ones lay curled up in fetal positions. Others were hooked up to IVs or machines. None of them moved or reacted when the pair entered the room. Lorelei wondered whether they were even aware of the people around them. The angel walked over to one of the closest beds and knelt down.
It was empty. His name was Adam. That was the same man whose soul Lorelei had stolen. Her chest tightened. It was unimaginable. A module that helps introduce catgirls into a story! The girls looked like human females with cat ears or tails attached. Their eyes were blue instead of brown but their pupils were circular rather than oval shaped.
A more complex edition of my previous communism module, built with more works of literature from more authors. Trained on various works of classical communist and socialist literature. A module that helps introduce romantic elements into any story, cross-genre! This version does not include second person books , to help improve quality and consistency. The man smiled at me, a slow smile that made his eyes twinkle with amusement. He was quite handsome in an old-fashioned way, with dark hair curling over his collar and strong features.
I imagined him as he might have looked when young. He reached out for my hand and took it between both of his own. His touch sent shivers through my body. Now you too can have your AI punch up its dialogue with quotes that sound like they came from Duke Nukem! Train on quotes from various Duke Nukem games! So instead of chewing some ass, try this module, today! Tends to break down after the first encounter, so it is recommended to start over anew for each encounter.
Tall ships floated on the horizon of the star-filled night sky. Stars shone brightly in their constellations. All of them were different sizes, shapes, and colors. Some were streamlined, others resembled an octopus or squid with tentacles that ended in what looked like engines. Others were more angular, resembling large, elongated triangles.
Still others had sharp corners or rounded curves to them, making it hard to tell what they were at first glance. Some ships appeared to be made out of metal while others seemed to be organic in nature. There was one ship, however, which was made out of a strange material that glowed blue when it caught the light of the sun. Another ship had four arms extending from its center, and it was unclear whether these were arms or legs. One of the ships was shaped like a diamond, and another resembled a giant eyeball with a long, thin stalk coming off of it.
And then there was one ship that was almost completely covered by two sets of wings. Its shape reminded her of a dragonfly or a butterfly, but it also looked somewhat mechanical in nature. The strangest thing about all of them, though, was how they moved. Some of them hovered in place, while others drifted slowly through space.
Many of them maneuvered through the starscape using some kind of propulsion system, while others simply flew in straight lines across the night sky. One ship even took flight and soared into the heavens. This last ship looked like a dragonfly or a butterfly. It is possible that this ship was capable of flight, but its wings were folded against its body.
Instead, it used a set of propellers attached to its tail to propel itself forward. As it traveled through space, it opened its wings and flew freely. A strange, whirring sound fills the air around me. It sounds like some kind of giant machine. The planet has been stripped bare by some kind of force or natural process, leaving behind nothing but jagged rocks and patches of blackened sand. There are no trees, plants, or even insects.
A moment later, I hear something else. I turn toward the noise and see what looks like a huge, white worm crawling across the ground. It stops just a few feet away from me. Its body is covered in thousands of tiny eyes. Each eye stares straight into mine. The creature moves forward slowly, dragging its long tail along the ground. Would you like it if Life was more like a Game?
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