Looking For An Evil Adventurer

[Klio Darque]

The Tale of the Shattered Moonstone

Hello E!

Searching for a partner who might be interested in writing an evil character in a fantasy adventure.

The premise would be that our characters would be hired by a Wizard to recover an artefact that he seeks for his own purposes. The artefact would have been fractured into a number of pieces which are scattered around a land loosely inspired by the Forgotten Realms, so recovering each piece would be an adventure in itself.

My character would be a female human Witch Knight so looking for someone to play alongside that (in 5e mechanics I’ve started her out as a Level 5 Paladin Oathbreaker / Level 3 Hexblade Warlock with a sentient sword that she shares conversations with). Am happy to play against any gender writer / character. I have some ideas of my own as to things that I want to include but would welcome input. I’d prefer to play it freeform as I’ve only got a passing familiarity with 5e rules and I feel that freeform gives more flexibility. In terms of the the world, I’d have a strong preference for my partner to be human or elf - I’m happy to include the standard fantasy races in the story but not anything that’s too ‘fantasy’, e.g. tortles, tabaxi, etc. It may sound a bit strange when talking about this sort of genre but I prefer my fantasy grounded in some semblance of reality, - a sort of Tolkien Middle Earth vibe would be awesome. And please, if you’re interested, no anime pictures for your pc. Please.

Also, to be clear, our characters would be equals - I'm not looking for a slave or seeking to play one, although I'm certainly not against such situations coming up as part of the game, just not as a long term thing. Playing slaves as NPC's / secondary characters is a definite option though.

It’s not a requirement that the other character be out and out evil but it’s not exactly a problem if they are either. At the very least they should have no qualms about working for a Wizard who is clearly not a good guy. I’d like to keep the theme dark, edgy, a world in conflict, maybe other Wizards or Sorcerers trying to recover the same thing that we’re after, so I’m looking for a strong story / plot that would include plenty of violence, sex (I have an idea on how to start things off that would include a full scale orgy - see spoiler below for possible opener), nudity, slavery, and horror.

I’d probably be looking to play in the Extreme section ‘cos I tend to like extremes. Relaxed posting rate preferred, with decent multi paragraphs (without going too wild!). Please PM if interested and want to discuss further, thanks!

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Ydril ze Omun, Witch Knight of Karn

Ydril ze Omun, she who was known to some as the Oathbreaker, she who wielded the fearsome blade known as Malice, the two handed greatsword which now rested in the sheath on her back and was said to speak to her, she who it was whispered was a Witch Knight of Karn, handed the helm that she carried under her arm to a guard then stepped through the doors into the feasting chamber.

The chamber was large, circular, absent any natural light, what illumination there was coming from an array of flaming torches that caused shadows to leap and dance, left puddles of darkness that the unwary might tread in. The only obvious way in were the two bronze doors that were already closing behind them, other guards inside the chamber placing a heavy wooden bar across them to ensure that none could disturb the festivities within. Different scents assailed Ydril’s nostrils, the rich, redolent aroma of incense sticks mingling with exotic fragrances and other more intimate odours, while the scent of lotus pollen seemed to hang heavy in the air, almost like something tangible, something that one could take in one’s hand, hold, caress, crush. A dozen or so of Zhar’s lackeys and sycophants were present, men and women, in various states of undress, one man with his head between his a woman’s thighs, pleasuring her with his tongue in full view of all.

As her eyes adjusted the subdued lighting the Oathbreaker could see the drummers, three of them, bare chested and shaven headed, sitting cross legged, their palms striking the drums that nestled in their laps in unison creating a barbaric melody that drifted about the chamber. A fool capered and somersaulted about, while half a dozen dancers moved to the rhythm the drummers created, each of them female, a mix of humans and elves, each one naked save for the chains and jewels and baubles that adorned their bare flesh, that flesh glistening with sweat as they writhed and cavorted frantically, each taking it in turn to dance right up to Ydril, gyrating wildly around her, pressing their bare bodies against her, touching them, a pair of hands stroking over the black half plate that the Witch Knight wore, armour that that it was claimed had been blessed by the Master of Shadows Himself, before she danced away.

And then he who sat upon the raised dais at from where he could look down on all of this from a throne hewn from stone that pulsed with dark corrupted energy, rivers of crimson rippling through it in near continuous motion, as though the rock was bleeding, he who was the Archmage Aram Zhar, he also called Zhar the Omnipotent..