M x F - GM | Long Term Fantasy Adventure RP Across Many Colliding Worlds

When Worlds Collide by YouveBeen0wned

In many ways, classifying it as a catastrophe feels as though we are grossly understating the sheer magnitude of the event for those who lived through it. While it is impossible for us to truly approximate what it may have felt like, what we do know is that the The Shattering was nothing less than apocalyptic.

The very fabric of the cosmos came undone, you see, unraveling like a broken tapestry beneath the feet of countless billions of people who had, up until that very moment, thought their entire existence stable. For something like that to happen — and without warning, no less — was nothing less than utterly cataclysmic.

To the people alive back then, it was the end of the world; an absolute precipice to everything they had ever known. We have yet to experience anything similar.

And I dearly hope that fact remains true for the foreseeable future.Grand Sorceress Theopenia, year unknown

When The Shattering first struck, folk felt the world shift beneath their feet — a tremor in the dirt, not unlike a sigh, that happened only moments before the ground itself split apart. From the fissures which formed, something new emerged. The fractured shards of unknown worlds bubbled to the surface while other, even more disparate realities crashed down from above.

In these early days of the cataclysm, chaos thrived. People watched as their lives were pulled apart in moments; as everything they’d ever known was ripped into pieces and sent sprawling throughout the rapidly crumpling cosmos. 

The particularly unfortunate were themselves torn asunder. 

Unmade.

And yet, despite being picked apart piece by agonizing piece, unmaking seldom resulted in outright death. Rather, the poor souls were cast into the fracturing abyss only to find themselves in unfamiliar lands. Even those who perished would learn that the afterlives, too, had crashed into one another and what borders lay between life and death were oftentimes blurred in unpleasant ways.

It had seemed to take years for the early Shattering to subside. In truth it had only been seven weeks. By the end of it all, an eerie calm settled over the marred lands. Those who remained, having been spared the unmaking, were left to pick up the pieces.

People came to understand, accepting perhaps in their minds more than in their hearts, that the world they had known was gone.

For many, it took years to grow accustomed to the new, albeit broken normalcy they landed in. Others, however, accepted the change readily, seeming prepared to leave everything behind and plunge themselves into the unknown. Perhaps they saw their new surroundings as an opportunity — the new beginning that they had always longed for.

Of those who had lost everything, Emerson could not help but feel that he had lost the most. Even before the Shattering came, he was the last living member of his family. Having inherited his older sister’s bakery, he’d lived a simple life, tending to the garden they’d planted together and keeping up with the business she’d always dreamed of starting.

But the Shattering had taken everything.

While he supposed he should’ve considered himself fortunate to have been spared the unmaking, Emerson could not help but find preference in the agony of being pulled apart over the quiet nothingness he was left with instead. Despair took hold of him for a time — long enough to clear him of his sorrow and leave him with the determination to take back what he’d had before.

And so, armed with a few meagre supplies, a simple sword, and his own wits, Emerson plunged into the unknown hoping to find what the Shattering had stolen from him.

Em hadn’t been a terribly good baker to start with. But he’d learned. For his sister Izzy’s sake, and for the sake of the bakery she always wanted, he’d learned. He would learn this, too, and anything else he needed to get it all back, even if it wouldn’t quite look the same when he got it.

Then again, neither would he.

Artist Unknown, I'm terrified this is actually AI  
NAME: Emerson Lynne Crane
AGE: ~30
SEX: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him
WIP
Journey by Vicky Bawangun
A B O U T   M E

Hello! My name is Tyler (he/him) and I'm a 30 year old who is returning to the guild after a brief (*cough cough* 5 year) hiatus from roleplaying. That being said, I've never stopped writing and so I'm excited to get back into the swing of things. I have ample roleplay experience dating back to around 2009 when DeviantArt chatrooms were a thing. Needless to say, I've been hooked ever since. 

Outside of writing I work and have a few hobbies that keep me occupied, but I try to never let my duties slip without notifying my partner. Open communication is key! That being said, things can come up and I completely get it. If you happen to need to vanish for a while, I will understand. Life just happens sometimes whether we want it to or not.

In regards to roleplaying itself, I am looking for someone who I can vibe with on the story and world building. As I will expand upon later, I'm also hoping that you are willing to act as a Game Master of sorts to sort of run the world at large. Ideally, the story will feature romance (with a sprinkling of spice) as well as adventure. I myself am a switch and am interested in a fair variety of things, so someone who feels the same way will get preference for this RP.

I'm also in the EST time zone if that helps decide anything for you. I know I would certainly prefer someone closer to me so we don't have to do the time zone dance, but that's not necessarily a deal breaker either.

R P   P R E F E R E N C E S
★ = optional but strongly desired!

Someone willing to play Game Master1 ★★
Roleplay via PMs or Discord★
OOC Planning/Chat (Story & Characters, Antagonists, Plotting, etc.)
Posting that ranges somewhere from Casual and Advanced (except during dialogue/action)
3rd Person Past Tense Writing
Multiple Characters
A focus on World Building and Character Relationships
Romance! Specifically M/F Romantic Pairings (Woman Partner Preferred, 21+ only)2
Story:Smut Ratio = 60:40 or 70:30 (we can discuss kinks over PMs~)
Monster Girls3 ★ (not furries, sorry!)

1 While I do hope that my partner is open to acting as a Game Master, I do not expect for the bulk of the roleplaying labor to be placed upon their shoulders. Ideally, the process of actually crafting the story will still be collaborative, with both of us having behind-the-scenes input on the various story elements, plot points, and numerous worlds that are colliding together in this cataclysm. Please, if you ever feel like you're taking on too much of the writing burden, let me know so we can talk about re-configuring the division of labor so that the roleplay is comfortable and enjoyable for the both of us.

2 If you're amenable to it, I'd be interested kicking around the idea of having poly romance options (harem, closed polycule, etc.) with Em having relationships of varying degrees with multiple characters along his journey.

3 My request for monster girls does not mean that I am only looking for monster girls. I'll gladly accept more common fantasy races such as Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Vampires, etc.

T H E   G A M E   M A S T E R

As mentioned before, I am looking for someone who is willing to take on the role of GM. What this means, at least to me, is that you will be in charge of running the world as a whole. The adventures, the myriad of other characters, and the environment will be largely in your hands. In this way, I hope you will feel empowered to come up with as many fun and interesting characters as you want and will enjoy playing! It could be that some of these characters even tag along for the journey, or maybe they'll only be around for a short while. You may also have a "main" character that you play more than the rest --- someone who sticks by Em's side for the vast majority of the roleplay. Either way, it's totally up to you and I'm absolutely happy to keep an open line of dialogue for brainstorming plots, adventures, and situations (ideally even spicy ones) that you will have fun with.

Beyond just the story and world, there are other, perhaps more game-like elements that I also want to include such as:

Keeping up with semi-realistic travel time
Tracking food and supplies
Needing to make money to purchase said supplies (or a room to stay for the night)
Picking up odd-jobs for a while when there isn't an adventure to be had --- after all, somebody has got to scrub the royal dishes
Carry-weight consideration, forcing Emerson to perhaps rent a wagon if he really wants to fully loot that abandoned old mine
Language being important to communicate with other characters --- if Em can't speak a language, then he'll have to find someone who can!

All of this, I feel, will necessarily lead to interesting scenarios that are played out as Emerson is forced to overcome some mundane-seeming obstacles in what is otherwise a pretty sprawling adventure. But overall, I want to make sure the experience is as fun for you as it will be for me, so if there is an element that you're not as enthusiastic about or something I haven't mentioned that you'd like to include, please let me know so we can work together to find a compromise that we are both happy with!

It also should be said that I haven't given any thought to having a dice-rolling mechanic or some way of determining the outcome of uncertain situations. While that isn't something I'm particularly concerned with, I'm also not necessarily opposed and if you feel like that's an aspect that would make the RP better for you, I'm more than willing to have a discussion and see if we can come up with some ways to make that work!

If I am honest, I have never actually done an RP which featured a Game Master, so I don't have any clue what something like that would practically look like. But ever since hearing about the concept, I am terribly intrigued to try it out. Because of this, I've done a lot of thinking about it and come up with an idea for how a situation like this might flow in a way that would split the burden of storytelling equally between both parties while still allowing one person (the Game Master) to have the final "say" in a lot of matters.

~ IC ~

YOU: After descending the stairs, Emerson found himself in a vast chamber with ornate, vaulted ceilings that may have once bore the painted images of whatever mythic figures this long-buried temple had been dedicated to. The years had not been kind to the murals, for they held now only the barest suggestion of what they might once have been — little more than the ghosts of a dead religion that had built these halls.

Six stone sarcophagi lay along the walls, arrayed in groups of three on either side of the chamber. There was a seventh placed at the head of the room directly across from where Em stood upon entry. At a glance, even though the image was muddled by the tall shadows cast from the light of his torch, Emerson would be able to tell that most of them remained shut with the exception of one on the row to his left.

It might have been easier for him to assume that it had merely been the work of graverobbers. But then, why hadn’t the other sarcophagi been opened? Moreover, why did the one at the head of the room — by far the most intricately decorated out of the bunch and therefore the most likely to have the richest treasures — remain untouched?

Bev bumped into Emerson on her way down the stairs, nearly knocking them both to the stony floor.

“I should think it unwise to stop in the middle of a doorway,” she said, nudging him playfully as she squeezed past and into the room proper. “Especially as the only one holding the torch.”

In glancing about the room, she also spied the opened sarcophagi and the thought of what might have done such a thing made her tremble. But as her eyes darted from shadow to shadow, they landed upon something even more intriguing.

“Is that a door?” she said, pointing to the outline of something wooden etched into the wall beside the head sarcophagi.

~ OOC ~

ME: So I'm thinking I'll probably have Emerson try the following:
look for torch sconces along the walls, or at least some way to light the room up
examine one of the sarcophagi more closely to see if, at a glance, he'd recognize any of the symbols on them
try the door

YOU: Alright, so here's the deal:
There are torch sconces, but only a few. Most have been worn down or are empty. If Emerson lights them, the room will still be mostly dim.
On the sarcophagi are depictions of some kind of battle. But Emerson wouldn't recognize the images or the iconography that goes along with them.
The knob on the door will snap off if Emerson tries it and the door itself won't budge beyond that.
As a side note, if Emerson goes near the open sarcophagi at all, don't go any further.

ME: Oh boy. Alright will do.

~ IC ~

ME: Emerson squinted into the darkness beyond his torch’s light. Along the walls, he spied a number of sconces bolted to the wide pillars that held up the ceiling — certainly they were the reason the whole room hadn’t yet crumbled under the weight of the mounds of earth piling on top of it. Only a few of the sconces bore torches, but there were enough that lighting them would do well to chase away the shadows, even if only somewhat. 

So, Emerson edged along the walls, giving the sarcophagi a wide berth as he went made his way around the room lighting as many torches as he could. Once he was through, Em had come to stop next to the great sarcophagus at the head of the room. Blessedly, it remained closed. It was only because of that fact that he felt comfortable enough to draw near and inspect the symbols. 

Etched into the stone with the sort of craftsmanship that anyone with the good sense to know how difficult such things could be were scenes of what appeared to be battles situated alongside symbols the likes of which Emerson could not recognize. He supposed it was a language of some sort, but it was truly impossible to tell, and he cursed himself for not bringing along a journal to at least get an impression of the markings to take back to the university.

Surely someone there would know what they were. Even if they didn’t know what they meant, they might be able to point him in the direction of somebody who did.

After lamenting his ill-preparedness, Emerson turned to the what Beverly had pointed out early and, seeing that it was indeed a door, approached it. The rusted old handle came off in his hand right away, but he still threw his shoulder against the door. It wouldn’t budge. And it was impossible for him to tell whether that was because it had been latched from the other side, or if something had fallen against it, barring it completely.

With that avenue closed, that left only one other thing to inspect.

Emerson turned toward the partially opened sarcophagi and frowned. His palms were already glazed in a layer of sweat and he hadn’t even moved toward it yet.

As he inched toward it, he glanced at Bev.

“No chance you’d want to draw straws for it, huh?” he said.

He was prepared for her to rightfully answer ‘no’ — or, more appropriately ‘HELLS no’ — in which case he would continue on getting nearer and nearer until he could peer into the sarcophagus. But if she was willing to be the one to take that plunge, he would let her. Though, no matter what he wouldn’t make her do it alone and he hoped she felt the same toward him.

And that's all for now! I've sort of come to the conclusion that a pretty good rule of thumb is that I get up to three "actions" in each of my posts. I'd ask you the result of these actions before I start writing and you'd have the chance to give me the results and add any other flavor or notes before I get to work.

Is this the most efficient way to do things? I honestly have no clue. But for now it feels right.

There are of course exceptions to this. I don't imagine there would need to be a lot of action-taking in scenes that are pretty dialogue heavy or are more reliant on character interaction. These "actions" feel, at least to me, more about how Emerson will interact with the world at large.

Admittedly, I have no clue how combat would work. Maybe that's just something we have a conversation about? 

ME: How would Emerson do against this ogre you think?
YOU: Probably would get his ass handed to him. 
ME: Oof, alright. He'd probably try to escape it then.
YOU: He's not in a super good position to escape it, if I'm being honest. 
ME: Yeah, you're right about that. So what sort of damage am I looking at here? 
YOU: Best case scenario? I'd say a broken leg. Worst case he gets his skull caved in. Good luck!
And then we go from there. But maybe that's awful and clunky and stupid.

In fact, if all of this seems awful and clunky and stupid, and there is a way better way to do an RP like this that you happen to know of or have an idea for, please let me know! I really am going into this all blind and hope to make it a collaborative effort to figure out what works and what doesn't.

Adventurous roleplayers who want to try something pretty off the wall and different are encouraged to apply!
Stolen Earth by Jonatan Cwiakalski
C O N V E R G E N C E S

When worlds collide into one another the edges between them blur or sometimes merge. Those who are around to see the places where worlds meld together have begun to call them "convergences". And no two are the same. Some are jagged and ill-shapen, while others seem almost seamless. It is just as likely for a world that experiences perpetual rain to find itself nestled against an unending desert as it is for two seemingly identical forests to wind up mingled together with the only difference between them being the turn of the seasons --- while one experiences a pleasant spring, the other might be gripped within the throes of autumn. 

The myriad of universes to be found having smashed the boundaries of their own realities is uncountable. There is, in this way, simply no telling who or what might wander from one world to the next; braving the tenuous, oftentimes hazy borders drawn between.

G E N R E S

Fantasy || Action || Adventure || Romance || Horror

S E T T I N G S

Stone Age || Bronze Age || Medieval || Victorian
Steam Punk || Silk Punk || Diesel Punk

While it is possible that any sort of world would have been pulled together thanks to The Shattering, my preference is that they should all be closer to the "medieval fantasy" end of the scale rather than the "sci-fi" side. In this way, I am more than happy to push the bounds of that by engaging with worlds that are fantasy-inspired ancient Rome/Greece, or have a touch of regency-era Europe. Perhaps even we can toy around with a fantasy world that is still stuck in its own sort of stone age, with prehistoric beasts roaming about. Even without dipping our toes into science fiction, the possibilities are endless and I am hoping that you will be willing to explore those possibilities with me.

Village of Odelia by pizza_chode
S T O R Y   S E E D S

While I intentionally left the story as open-ended as possible, I also couldn't help but think that maybe it would be a good idea to offer up some ideas that I had for what sorts of adventures might take place in a fantasy world that has experienced an event such as The Shattering.

I hope to add to this gradually over time if only to give ample inspiration! By no means are any of these must-haves. If you see something in particular that interests you, I am more than happy to talk about incorporating that into the RP, but don't feel completely beholden to what I've written here. We can tweak things to fit your vibe and interests or play them as they are, it's totally up to you~

"Warmth from Thy Chest"
After traveling for some while beyond a border and into a world in which the woods seem to stretch forever, Emerson stops to rest awhile beside a creek. There, as he refills his pouch from the fresh stream, he is beset by archers. They surround him on all sides and force him to his knees. As his head is bowed, an unseelie fae queen approaches out of the throng of trees. 

Her ethereal image, at once beautiful and terrifying, is unlike anything Emerson has ever seen before. She approaches him and makes her displeasure known, claiming that he has trespassed into her domain and stolen enchanted water. As punishment, she rips his still beating heart from his chest, condemning him to do her bidding so long as it remains in her possession.

The fae take him back to their kingdom in the trees. His is placed into cramped chambers near the queen's own quarters so that he may be near whenever she decides to call upon him. At first, her whims are minor --- menial tasks that Emerson carries out without much effort. But before long, the queen begins to ask him to perform greater and more terrible deeds.

Perhaps he is told to find a particular flower in the woods, and the task takes him weeks to complete. Or maybe he is commanded to find and expel a certain creature from her domain, forcing him to hunt down the beast on his own. Then again, a truly heinous task would be to send him to steal a precious item. Is the keeper of this object kind or cruel? Will Emerson need to ingratiate himself to them only to betray their trust, or must he be clever in his extraction of the queen's desired artifact?

No matter what the task, Emerson finds himself suffocated under the weight of the queen's will. He is given very little to eat and sleeps only when his jailer permits. Before long, he begins to wonder if death might be preferable to the agony of servitude. Still, there must be a way for him to win his heart back.

Or maybe take it.

But with the powerful fae queen keeping it close and guarding it well, freedom seems impossible. Until, late one night, there is a knock at his door and Emerson finds a plate of food put there for him by an unknown benefactor. Beneath the tray there is a note from someone claiming sympathy for his plight. They want to help him. What is their name? And why do they wish to aid him so?

Does it even matter so long as he has an ally?

Coming soon!

Coming soon!

"Subject to the Queen of Ravens"
While wandering through a crooked forest, Emerson happens upon a raven caught in a trap. Without thinking, he frees the creature only for it to pluck at his clothes and hair, insisting that he follow it deeper into the darkened wood.

Against his better judgement, he allows himself to be swept away by the bird. In a tucked away grove of near-dead trees, the raven brings him to a woman tangled up in the branches and roots. The Queen of Ravens. Weakened and weary, she explains that her apostles --- thirteen ravens --- have all been captured, draining her of power. She begs Emerson to help her; to free her from her imprisonment.

Perhaps foolishly, he agrees.

But is this mistress of ravens a friend or a foe? Why was she imprisoned in the first place, and where might her ravens be found? It is likely that Emerson will come across those who took her power in the first place.

Coming soon!

R O M A N T I C   T H R E A D S

Similar to the Story Seeds, I wanted to offer up some ideas for what sorts of romantic pairings could come out of this roleplay. As mentioned before, nothing here should be taken as a must, just inspiration; jumping off points from which we can spin the story. But as always, if you see something specific that you like, let me know!

❤ A L I E N ❤

While traveling, Emerson happens upon what can only be described as a large egg made from some kind of strange stony material. As he examines it, he unintentionally disturbs it, causing it to split apart and reveal that it wasn’t an egg at all --- not exactly --- but rather a pod with an alien creature hibernating within. Upon being awoken, it hops out of the pod and confronts Emerson who fears that it will kill him. However, it seems instead to take an immediate liking to him. From then on, the pair travel together, forcing Emerson to take extra precaution to keep his new companion concealed so they don't cause some sort of panic. Over time, the alien manages to gleam enough of Emerson’s language to communicate her name, though she neglects to tell him why she was in the pod in the first place. As their travels grow more harrowing and long, the two get closer, with a strange, unexpected romance blossoming between them in that time. Though unorthodox, it isn't wholly unwelcome.

❤ B A K E R ' S   W I F E ❤

In a town that has been torn in half by the shattering, Emerson finds work with the local baker who also allows him to stay in a spare room. Every morning, Em gets up early to prepare the breads and sweet crumble cakes for the day while the baker himself, already a lethargic and lazy man, sleeps. As it turns out, the baker hasn't been doing any of the actual work. Rather, its his wife who has been waking up at the crack of dawn to do what needs to be done to keep their bakery afloat. It is therefore her company which Emerson keeps most often. But with each passing day, the two grow closer, with the woman lamenting the life she could have had if she'd married somebody else. It isn't long before the two, having fallen headfirst into a forbidden romance, wonder what life might have been like if they'd found each other sooner.

❤ D E M O N ❤

Having stumbled into a pit and cast into darkness, Emerson survives only thanks to the timely intervention of the being trapped there as well. It is a demon who has been cast into the shadows and made to live within the darkness until the end of days. But in spite of her supposed demonic nature, she nurses Emerson back to health, perhaps not wishing to condemn another to share in her fate. Once he is fit enough to travel again, however, he finds that he cannot just leave behind his new companion. In the time that they have spent together, they have come to feel strongly for one another. So, he insists that they escape together, though it will not be easy to do so.

❤ E L V E N   P R I N C E S S ❤

After winning the favor of some wood elves, Emerson has been staying with them awhile, having been offered a place to stay near the royal family. During his time with the elves, he has come to know many of them on a friendly basis, but none quite so much as the princess. Due to the internal politics of the forest, the wood elves are being forced to bolster their strength by allying themselves with another group of their kind. In order to strengthen this bond, the princess has been betrothed to a noble from their home. However, the princess does not wish to marry her future spouse, instead having found her heart captured by the traveling Emerson, who feels similarly toward her. The two must grapple with their feelings while the princess alone must decide to what extent her duty to her people should come before her own desires.

❤ F A R M E R ' S   D A U G H T E R ❤

Needing a place to stay while in a new town, Emerson makes a deal with a local farmer. Recently, the man had been injured by wolves when tending to his livestock, so Emerson offers to take up the job in his stead so long as he can stay in the farmer's hayloft. While there, he catches the eye of the farmer's adult daughter, who often brings him meals while he is working or reading. It isn't long before the lingering glances shared between them grow more bold. As their affection grows, Emerson may be faced with the fact that he was never meant to stay for very in this town. She, too, must decide if her life as a farmgirl was all she'd ever wanted, or if maybe she longs for more.

❤ K N I G H T ❤

After getting himself into a hairy situation involving a minor chimera, Emerson is rescued by a knight clad in armor. When he expresses his gratitude to the stranger, they remove their helmet revealing to him that they are a woman. She accepts his thanks but points out the fact that he is still injured from the attack. Therefore, she offers to treat his wounds and look after him until he is fit to travel again. Though not one to impose, the knightess leaves Emerson little choice before hoisting him into her arms and carrying him to her small cottage where she cares for him. It takes some while for his injuries to heal completely, and in that time they are taken off guard by the affection they feel for one another --- an affection which quickly blossoms into an unexpected romance. 

❤ O R A C L E ❤

Seeking to find the whereabouts of a particular artifact, Emerson seeks the help of an oracle. He travels to her secluded temple to request her services only to learn that her powers can only manifest when satisfied with the fulfillment of certain... carnal desires. Though surprised, he acquiesces and the two share a night together. Thereafter, she is able to give him the information he needs and he is sent along his way. But Emerson soon returns, needing more information. Over time, the two share many nights together. It isn't long before they find themselves reluctant to part, with unspoken feelings having taken root, intertwining the two. However, the oracle may never leave her temple and Emerson cannot imagine giving up on his quest.

❤ V A M P I R E S S ❤

While traveling through a seemingly abandoned city, Emerson happens upon a sickly-seeming woman. It turns out she is a vampire who has run out of her source of food and has begun to starve. Though apprehensive of what might happen, Emerson offers his own blood as sustenance, allowing the woman to feed off of him in small quantities to restore her strength. For the time that she feeds off of him, the man sets up camp in the city, exploring by day and staying with the vampiress by night. Before too long, she is well enough to carry on her own. But by then, the two have come to feel strongly for each other, making them reluctant to part so readily.

Red Moon by Yongsub Noh
❤  T H A N K   Y O U  ❤

I really appreciate you taking the time to read my post, lengthy though it may have been. If any or all of it seems interesting to you, please reach out to me via PMs so I can get an idea of who you are and what your writing preferences are. If we vibe well together, we can discuss things further. I can't wait for us to sink our teeth into this world. I'd especially love it if you came to the table with samples of past RPs you've done in the past to give me a sense of your style. Moreover, if you already have some ideas for what sorts of characters/plots/scenarios/spicy situations that you'd be interested in exploring, I'd be more than happy to hear them!

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