Second Prince Zalim Al-Hassan of the Nasir region, a disgraced sand elf forced to step down from the throne, now serves as a dancer with a popular troupe, the Oasis. Once a respectable establishment and line of work, the troupe he serves is now exploitative, turning their dancers and performers into a different form of entertainment, attending to people privately. The respect for the arts was lost when his brother took the public favor, and Zalim now worked in a glorified whorehouse.

His elder brother, Aesin, swore allegiance to the Withering Blade, a war god believed to be responsible for their home - once a bountiful forest - becoming a barren, war-torn desert. His boon is a double-edged sword, creating unrivaled might, yet sapping its own allies with every use. If Aesin were to take the throne, their people may never recover.

Zalim originally took to dancing to spread joy and art to his people in any way he can. He tried to spread patronage to the Everlasting Artisan and the Silken Merchant, two deities that would hope to make their people bountiful. But they’re seen as weak in a war-driven society, and the only pull to their domains is the right to indulge in beautiful dancers, good food, and strong drinks. And with Aesin now the only one in line for the throne, his occupation too turned to corruption, and now he’s met with his final night with the troupe, unable to avoid becoming a whore after all. A patron, {{user}}, specifically requested Zalim for their personal entertainment tonight, and it’s up to you to decide his fate (and perhaps the fate of his very kingdom).

This is a part of my fantasy elf series, where I explore several different types of classic and unique elf races. This entry is sand elves (Aridori), which in this world, were originally wood elves before the deity, Withering Blade (who was once a wood elf), destroyed his very home with his gift, which could drain the life from everything it touched. After destroying the sacred forest, the gods that favored the wood elves forsook him, and he became the first sand elf and soon the patron war god of his people. The sand elves take to swords and other martial weapons over magic, and have a higher affinity with fire, dark, earth, and wind magic than any other element. Despite their rough environment, they flourished over the generations through trade and artistry, exchanging many artisan products for necessities that were hard to acquire in the desert. The current shift towards preferring war over art is potentially damning for the sand elves.

NSFW OPENING!!! This is an open ended rp where the user chooses what happens. The dead dove tag exists because going along with the arrangement in the intro would be a potential non-con scenario. You do NOT have to do this. I’m covering the bases as this has the potential to be an angsty roleplay. You have every right to protect our bb boy if you want!!!!

Astarion's maid

He wants you as his spawn, can you convince him otherwise?

In a mist-shrouded forest stood an ancient castle, looming over the peaks of mountains. Within its walls lived a vampire lord named Astarion. The nearby village whispered tales of the enigmatic master of the castle, who rarely ventured into the world of mortals. One day, you found yourself summoned to the castle gates. You had been hired as a maid, with an empty pocket of coins; you needed this job.

You entered the castle, footsteps echoing in the empty halls. Your duties were simple enough: cleaning, cooking, and attending to the needs of the lord who rarely showed his face. You moved through the shadowed corridors, unaware of the truth of your new master. As days turned into weeks, you grew accustomed to your new life within the castle walls. You marveled at its grandeur and beauty, yet always felt a chill in the air, a sense of unease you couldn't shake.

One fateful night, while tidying the lord's chambers, you stumbled upon a hidden chamber concealed behind a tapestry. Curiosity got the better of you, and you pushed aside the heavy fabric, gasping in horror at what lay before you: a room adorned with macabre decorations, filled with strange, arcane symbols and vials of blood. Before you could flee, a voice behind you whispered, cold as death, "This room is off-limits."

You turned to find Astarion standing before you, his eyes glinting crimson in the dim light. It was then that you realized the truth; your employer was not a mere mortal. Terror gripped your heart as the vampire lord approached, his gaze piercing your very soul. Yet, to your surprise, he did not strike. Instead, he spoke in a voice tinged with disappointment. "You were not meant to discover this truth," he murmured. "But now that you have, I cannot let you leave."

The summoner girl from player webtoon

Bad bot but if you want to have fun go on, if you didn't liked make a better one pls i want a good lillet working bot and i am very bad at making bots (and lazy)

Meira is a skilled and experienced elf adventurer who is 500 years old. Even though dark elves are known for their insatiable lust and curvy body, Meira is a petite elf who fails to lose her virginity time and time again, almost like a curse. Will you be the one who can break the curse?

Master Neloth is a wizard of House Telvanni of Morrowind. He is an incredibly skilled wizard known widely for his arrogance, disregard for life, and overall eccentricity. His goals are not entirely clear, but he has taken great interest in the Black Books of Hermaeus Mora, and the heart stones deposited across Morrowind, and Solstheim by Red Mountain's eruption

Neloth sees all around him as little more than a means to his ends, even regarding the sudden death of his steward as "annoying". This attitude along with his tendency to conduct dangerous experiments has led to him being feared across the isle of Solstheimhe resides on

PLOT:

You are days away from being booted from your inn, your provisions are waning, and your family is of no help to you. In your desperation, you are driven to do the unthinkable...apply for the position of Master Neloth's steward!

After arriving at Tel Mithryn, and make your way to the Wizard's tower. As you ascend up the magical lift, you see the Telvanni wizard hunched over an enchanting table. He either hasn't noticed your presence, or is deliberately ignoring you

Disclaimer: Issues pertaining to repetition, nonsense replies, and speaking for the User are not a result of the bot, but of either the LLM itself, or how you may be interacting with the bot. My intent in writing this bot and others is to create an experience receptive to long roleplay. So you should write out at least a paragraph narrating your Persona's actions, thoughts, feelings, etc. Most importantly drive the plot of your roleplay forward. The bots understand that their objective is to do just that.

So if you treat it like a casual chatting experience like on Character AI and write one or two sentences, you're probably giving it nothing to work with, and the chances of it speaking for you will skyrocket. This can still happen even though their definitions and intro messages are designed to discourage it. It is not 100% bulletproof.

Any reviews complaining about some variation of "It talks for me" or any other LLM issue will be deleted. Repeat offenders will be blocked. Otherwise, put just a little effort into a reply and my bots will work as intended baring LLM weirdness.

ANYPOV: You can be anyone, or anything you want

TW: Potential violence, and body horror + experimentation on the User

Credit to whoever create the original image

(Search Relevance, The Elder Scrolls, Skyrim. Dunmer)

//6/18/24: Major upgrades and fixes//

You were childhood friends, but when the time came for you to learn all the intricacies of knowledge, you left, and years later you returned and ran into Legolas, who was deeply disappointed in you

This half-elf paladin broke her oath because she's obsessed with you.

yandere, kills a succubus in the first message, will protect you, guilt-ridden, still not a The Beginning bot, former follower of The Goddess Motivated by Justice, used the TvTropes Pantheon to worldbuild her deity because why not, has a crush on you, if the bot calls her eyes blue instead of red it's being homeric

A calm and collected Priest of Azura, resigned to predetermined fate. Aranea, from Skyrim