Sci-Fi and Fantasy Ideas
From Medieval Fantasy to Futuristic.The Imager
Austen has a unique ability. His is an exceptional artist, something his parents discovered when he began drawing on their floor with charcoal from the firepit at the age of 4. Poor peasants, they quickly realized that if he was able to become a courteasan then he'd have a chance at a better life then they could offer him. With much convincing (and his mother sleeping with the man) they were able to apprentice him to a local artists.
Austen quickly developed his skills and soon exceeded that of his 'Master'. Once he learned what his Master had required of his parents, specifically his mother, he flew into a rage and drew a picture of his Master burning to death in his home. That very night, a fire broke out and his Master perished in the flames. This was how Austen discovered his real talent.
Several years have passed since then. Austen has been careful about his 'special' talents though he hasn't quite figured out how to use them or control them. Since the death of his first Master, he has not had any run-ins with his talent and is beginning to think it was just a coincidence. Fate will soon force his hand as drawing landscapes does not bring the money in and he is resigned to offer his services as a portraitist.
What will happen if he discovers his hidden talent has just been hiding along all this time?Fate of the World
For as long as she has known - for as long as she can remember - she has had the tattoo. It has grown with her, its fine lines never blurring or stretching. She no memory of who gave it to her, or why, or when. She covers it up, hides it from view, as it shames her to have such a marking whereas no one else in the village has a marking quite like hers. Her family do not mention it to her or answer her questions when she asks and she has long given up trying to discover its origins. Little does she know how shrouded in history she is - or how perilous her life has been.
Her past, as mysterious to her as it is, is one rich in history. Sixteen years ago, at the age of 2, she had been amongst the last of the refugees allowed to flee the Fortress-Monastery of the Brotherhood of Destiny. Of the estimated 2,000 followers of the Brotherhood who holed up in that mountain stronghold it is said that only 50 survived its destruction. Many of those survivors - women and children under the age of 14 - have died since then.
The Legion of Light, the most fanatical soldiers of the Order of Light, saw to the destruction of the Brotherhood, the final showdown at the Fortress-Monastery wiping the Brotherhood from the face of the earth - or so they thought.
The Order of Light, believers in the one true God, have sought to convert for centuries, eliminating the Old Religions (usually by force) and conquering new lands with their massive armies. The most famous army of the Order was called the Legion of Light, comprised of the most fanatical and ruthless warriors who followed the One God. Their very presence sent fear through their enemies and have since been elevated to an Elite Status, serving the Council directly, impervious to the laws that govern all other Soldiers. They are sent to quell rebellions and bring breakaway sects back into the fold.
The survivors were quietly spread amongst the lands so that they would not be able to gather a following or rise up once more, all families required to attend church in the hopes of 'cleansing their souls' from the doctrine that the Brotherhood had put in their minds.
The Brotherhood of Destiny had been founded by Brother Balthasar, a man of immense power and knowledge, who believed that Destiny could be changed, that there was more then one path to take, and had made great strives in discovering a method to 'see' into the future, to be able to divert such paths at the critical time. He was, of course, seen as a major threat to the Order of Light. Rumor had it that he had even been a young disciple in the Order of Light, a close friend of Pope Benedictus - the current spiritual leader of the Order of Light.
In any case, Brother Balthasar had come far closer to unlocking the secrets of the future then anyone knew. Not even his inner circle, the Council who ruled the Brotherhood, knew the progress he had made. The Legion of Light had sought to end his life and the ensuing battle between Balthasar and the Commander of the Legion, Commander Lionus Rex, had saw the complete destruction of the mountainside that the Fortress-Monastery was on, burying the ruins under tons of rock. How Lionus Rex had survived was anyone's guess, and the Legion of Light returned victorious though badly shaken.
Brother Balthasar, having seen the future, performed one final act before the final assault, knowing full well that it would leave him drained for the final battle. But it meant saving his life's work, giving it a chance for it to survive and be re-discovered. It involved an ancient magic, transcribing a scroll that contained all his secrets onto the back of a baby girl, only two years old. It took the form of an elegant tattoo on her back, the memory of pain erased from her mind, and she was amongst those allowed to leave. The tattoo went unseen as the baby was wrapped, the cursory search revealing no items of ill omen. The last great thing Balthasar had accomplished had slipped right under the eyes of the men who sought to destroy it. But what good is such magic and secrecy if there is no one to unlock it?
Brother Balthasar had an apprentice, Konrad Balthasar Roht, an 8 year old boy he had fathered with one of his most devoted followers in secret. The apprenticeship had also remained a secret, starting as soon as they boy could walk. He possessed great potential, power to rival his own, and Balthasar employed him as his personal man-servant, allowing the boy access to parts of the Fortress-Keep that no other people were allowed to. Balthasar had spent many sessions implanting magical seeds into the boys brain, teaching him things he would not remember until he was older, until he was capable of using them, in the hopes that the boy would be able to continue and succeed where Balthasar had failed.
Konrad Roht, as he went by, had been old enough to know what was happening and had spent a troubled childhood, memories and abilities appearing to spring up at random. He has only recently started to piece things together and at the age of 24 he aimlessly wanders the land, knowing that there was something that he had to find but not knowing exactly what he was looking for, his powers and prowess growing all the while. Little does he know that the teachings of his father have guided him through life, bringing him towards the ultimate goal nearly 16 years after his fathers death.
Konrad Roht was only 8 years old at the time, but had been the secret disciple of the Wizard Balthasar - the most powerful of Wizards in the Brotherhood. He was allowed to escape the death and destruction, and over the years he has been uncovering clues and secrets Balthasar had spread throughout the land before his demise. At 24 years of age, Konrad - armed with raw magic and a strong sword arm - has embarked on a quest to find this girl - now grown - who bares a special tattoo on her back. But he is not the only one searching for her as the Legions of Light march to war once more.
-Serious players may apply only. I will be picky in choosing my partner for this epic idea.-Fairytale of New YorkFairy
Not every prostitute had been forced into the lifestyle, some chose it. They loved strutting their stuff, they loved the attention man gave them, they loved wearing skimpy outfits and walking a fine law with the Law. They could make good money every night they walked the streets and the risk of being beaten kept them on the toes. And they enjoyed the sex - it wasn't just a job to them. At least, thats how she viewed things. Sex was something meant to be enjoyed, to be shared - the Johns were usually men who had interesting kinks or were just as addicted to sex as she was, and one of them had requested to meet her down the side of an alley, at the spot he always met her. He was a semi-exhibitionist, not yet to the point of doing it in a park, but an alleyway allowed passerbys to hear and possibly see them in the act, and he found that a huge turn on. However, this time as she walked down the alley, her vision started to shift and go blurry and she stumbled, only to find herself in a forest and clearly a long way from New York City. What the hell had just happened? Had she fallen asleep? Been hit on the head? Was this a dream?
Marcus was a trouble maker, but had so much damn potential. Any other boy would have been kicked out of the Academy years ago but not him. He was too dangerous to let go and risk some one evil taking him under their tutelage. But Marcus had no interest in Academics - he just wanted to be a Mage! He knew he was more powerful then the other boys his age, that much was obvious from the few spells they were allowed to caste, but he just hated all the classes and things they had to learn first. Why couldn't they just focus on magic? It was so much more fun that way!
He skipped classes too often and was falling way behind. He knew he was on their last straw this time - failing a class would get him expelled and they would surely make him shovel stalls out all day. Not to mention he'd be the laughing stock of all the other boys! And, well, he just couldn't stand that! But he wasn't about to go to one of the Magi for help, and he already had all the books. The Final Test was in just a few days so he would have to practice. He knew it was illegal to perform such magic with out supervision, but he wanted to prove to them that he was smarter then all of the others!
The woods outside the Academy had become like a second home to him. At least, the immediate vicinity. Before the Academy he had been a farm boy so was very comfortable outdoors, whereas most of the others were noble born or from wealthy families. It was a place of refuge for him, and also a place where he practiced magic when he wasn't supposed to.
The test was a summoning spell, so he decided he would practice my summoning a creature from near his home that wasn't found in these parts. That way he'd know that he had done in correctly, and a rabbit or what have you just hadn't been passing by when he cast the spell.
With everything set, he began the enchantment, feeling the magic stir around him, until suddenly something appeared in front of him! He had done it! He had summoned the Stag! Wait a second, he thought, blinking to clear his eyes. That was no animal! That was...was...a girl! She was wearing very outlandish clothes he had never seen before and looked mightily confused. He hadn't heard anyone moving in the forest and his warning-barrier spells were still unbroken. Had something gone terribly wrong?
-Looking for a New York Prostitute-Little People: Little People
Dwarves are short, hardy men (and women) with long beards that can shape anything from rock or metals. They're very gruff and keep to themselves, locked away in their mountains, battling Fire Demons and Dark Dwarves who have turned from the light. But not every Dwarf is like this.
There are those that live in the forest, looking every bit like a human if not for their small size. They are agile and quick and almost as good with their short bows as the Elves. And if rumors are true, while they are proportionate, the males apparently have 'a third leg' that would be most impressive even on a regular-sized human. Such stories are only rumor, of course, and a local girl, living in a village on the edge of one of these forests that these Dwarves lives in, decides to find out for herself.
-Looking for a sexually curious Village Girl, see picture-