Let's Create a Fantasy Setting with Quotes.

"Kistania is an archipelago situated within a Convergence, a place where the leylines intersect with each other. Kistania is the intersection of three leylines, making it one of the most magical active region in the world. Did you know that Kistania is not the actual name of the archipelago? It was apparently a mistranslation made by the us when we first contacted the islanders that they think too funny to correct. I learned this from a kistanian friend; she said it's an inside joke among the folks there and refused to elaborate when I asked further"
- The Enlightened Master Of Tomes, Getral, some guy with a floating book instead of a head lecturing his apprentice

"YOU FUCKERS MAY HAVE LOCKED ME AWAY AND MELTED DOWN THE KEY! BUT I'M FREE NOW BABY! SEE YA BITCHES NEVER, I'LL BE RIDING THE LEYLINES TO SOMEWHERE LESS RESTRICTIVE, YSMAN OUT!"
 
"YOU FUCKERS MAY HAVE LOCKED ME AWAY AND MELTED DOWN THE KEY! BUT I'M FREE NOW BABY! SEE YA BITCHES NEVER, I'LL BE RIDING THE LEYLINES TO SOMEWHERE LESS RESTRICTIVE, YSMAN OUT!"
-The Insane Lord of Corruption, Ysman Agux, fleeing to the continent of Afirela to become a God-King, 9,000 years ago.

"Spell-Work isn't like Mana but it's not useless my apprentice. Yes, it is time consuming to draw out magic circles or acquire the right components and expensive too, it's also impossible to improvise with it. Yet unlike Mana the only cost is that of materials, we do not fear the Ley Line's effect on our magic and neither do we risk ever running out of Mana."
 
"Spell-Work isn't like Mana but it's not useless my apprentice. Yes, it is time consuming to draw out magic circles or acquire the right components and expensive too, it's also impossible to improvise with it. Yet unlike Mana the only cost is that of materials, we do not fear the Ley Line's effect on our magic and neither do we risk ever running out of Mana."
- Enlightened Master Of Tomes, Getral, trying to comfort his apprentices during a phase of inadequacy compared to beings like the Fae

"You know what a Orc is, green, sorta melty and uncanny looking, made by a mad wizard thousands of years ago as a failed mimicry of a military"
 
"You know what a Orc is, green, sorta melty and uncanny looking, made by a mad wizard thousands of years ago as a failed mimicry of a military"
-High Enchantress Mintho, describing an Orc despite never meeting one, sailing along the Tusk Coast, as the Bloated Fleet wishes to hire Orcish mercenaries.

"Their's been more disappearance in the Swamp of Sorrow, I know your men recoil at the idea. Yet if Garazan is to be reached before the years end we'll have to risk it, otherwise Bachar shall suffer the coalition of the Yelmontian and Garazan combined might in spring. We must march, rally the men."
 
"Their's been more disappearance in the Swamp of Sorrow, I know your men recoil at the idea. Yet if Garazan is to be reached before the years end we'll have to risk it, otherwise Bachar shall suffer the coalition of the Yelmontian and Garazan combined might in spring. We must march, rally the men."
- Ettimus The Hawk-Maker, encouraging his men before embarking upon a dangerous jounrey to save his home, he'll be scarred by the Swamp in worse ways then just physically

"Didn't ya fruckin hear!? It's da best holiday evah! BEAT UP WIZARD-DAD DAY! I al'redy finish'd sum gift gauntlets for ya battlefren!"
 
"Didn't ya fruckin hear!? It's da best holiday evah! BEAT UP WIZARD-DAD DAY! I al'redy finish'd sum gift gauntlets for ya battlefren!"
- Jorg, orc of the Tulla Plains Warhorde in a conversation with honorary orc Jameh Swenseon. He still does not know how he managed to become an honorary orc in the eyes of this warhorde but like most people, he rolls with it.

"Vlad and Angela's forces should be far enough away by now... I'm so sorry my comrades... for I won't make it out of here."

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"I know you all have come to kill me. The so-called leader of the Black Cloaks, heh... Unfortunately for all of you, I'm a Wild Mage. MODIFIED SUNWEAVER TECHNIQUE: MEGA-CONFLAGERATION!"
 
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"I need to set an example as quartermaster of this army we cannot waste time and supplies like the Empire or the Concord. Tell the cattle that if they manage to finish carving those spikes they'll be allowed to eat, if they ask tell it's for the Empire's heavy cavalry. Once they've finished they'll be tired and hungry, impale them on the spikes."
Karagand the Bloated, who talked to one of his generals about what orders he needed to give to the "cattle".

"Vlad and Angela's forces should be far enough away by now... I'm so sorry my comrades... for I won't make it out of here."

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"I know you all have come to kill me. The so-called leader of the Black Cloaks, heh... Unfortunately for all of you, I'm a Wild Mage. MODIFIED SUNWEAVER TECHNIQUE: MEGA-CONFLAGERATION!"
Paykir "the Great", a Halfling, a great revolutionary, who sacrificed himself to save his comrades.

"I heard that you're running out of money. So I would like to let you know that the Republic is hiring a new sewer cleaner after the previous one resigned due to the new security system in place. And just to warn you, the new security system in place is snakes. I don't know how the Republic approved that, but they somehow did. Are you sure you want to do this?"
 
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"I heard that you're running out of money. So I would like to let you know that the Republic is hiring a new sewer cleaner after the previous one resigned due to the new security system in place. And just to warn you, the new security system in place is snakes. I don't know how the Republic approved that, but they somehow did. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Gwyndolin the Blackguard to his friend and fellow exile Lin the Broker.


"Time is a fickle thing. It bends, cracks and runs. And as all things, it can be harnessed. Harnessed through the power of my Chrono-Sphere."
 
"OI BATTLEFRENS! DIS LOSAH IS 'FRAID TAH GIT 'MOTIONALLY ATTACHED CUZ 'E TINKS IT'S A SIGN A WEAKNUS! HAH!"
-An Orc of the Tusk Coast Horde of the Southern Badlands, displaying his displeasure at a member of the Sefen Mountain Horde, a few seconds before being struck in the face.

Belphont was my home when I was but a wee lad. My mother told me when she was a little las the wastes were at least a two day's ride from the town. Now they were at the walls creeping up them, we were planning to leave before the town was consumed like Santa Joannel. We didn't know the Resplendent Order of Sol was coming to save us and push back the Badlands. At the time Belphont was a town in service to the Church of Seven Light's on every corner a small reliquary to the Lights. Now they've all been taken down to praise Sol Majora and Minosa.

The Paladins brought with them a metal canisters they carried on their back's with tubes attaching to crossbow's at least that what I thought they were initially. They called it a "flem-thrawer" and with a few pumps of their hand it breathed... like a dragon I suppose. This fire it was different it didn't burn like normal fire, it was Majoran Flames. They could burn out even the corruption of the Badlands and so for the next few months I watched them work turning the mutant's into ash.
 
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-An Orc of the Tusk Coast Horde of the Southern Badlands, displaying his displeasure at a member of the Sefen Mountain Horde, a few seconds before being struck in the face.

Belphont was my home when I was but a wee lad. My mother told me when she was a little las the wastes were at least a two day's ride from the town. Now they were at the walls creeping up them, we were planning to leave before the town was consumed like Santa Joannel. We didn't know the Resplendent Order of Sol was coming to save us and push back the Badlands. At the time Belphont was a town in service to the Church of Seven Light's on every corner a small reliquary to the Lights. Now they've all been taken down to praise Sol Majora and Minosa.

The Paladins brought with them a metal canisters they carried on their back's with tubes attaching to crossbow's at least that what I thought they were initially. They called it a "flem-thrawer" and with a few pumps of their hand it breathed... like a dragon I suppose. This fire it was different it didn't burn like normal fire, it was Majoran Flames. They could burn out even the corruption of the Badlands and so for the next few months I watched them work turning the mutant's into ash.
-Expert from the autobiography of Djeferson Saint-Yves remaining about why he joined the Knights of Sunlight

"Have you ever seen the peaks of Ur, I once had the opportunity to sneak up the mountain before the war.
The Ur-apes might look and sound like animals sometimes, but the temple they build around the burning lake and the songs they sing give off an eerily ancient atmosphere. I felt like as if I was the youngest thing in the entire temple."
 
"Have you ever seen the peaks of Ur, I once had the opportunity to sneak up the mountain before the war.
The Ur-apes might look and sound like animals sometimes, but the temple they build around the burning lake and the songs they sing give off an eerily ancient atmosphere. I felt like as if I was the youngest thing in the entire temple."
-Thorfin of Mine Hofer, Dwarf, during his search for the Lost City of Glang Baor.

"Alindis I know your kind has special ties to them... but I promise you. Unicorns are not peaceful creatures as their depicted in song, some herds of them still run in Vestland and I swear they will impale you wether your a virgin or not."
 
"Alindis I know your kind has special ties to them... but I promise you. Unicorns are not peaceful creatures as their depicted in song, some herds of them still run in Vestland and I swear they will impale you wether your a virgin or not."
-Vestala "the Celibate" trying to calm Alindis down after she made an offhand comment about her the Unicorn horn on her helmet being a genuine one.

"It's forbidden to read the heathenous books about Sinsbog.
it's horrible how Sinbog argues that repression is bad and teaching young impressionable minds that 'repression' is bad and that serfs shouldn't just blindly follow their noblemen and noblemen shouldn't blindly follow their church.

No proper holybook has illustrations, especially no hot illustrations of close-up of Orcish juicy men in sexy poses like that. Especially where that picture where he is staring so longingly into the eyes of that handsome priest who should be his enemy.
Especially since Sinsbog is a much better fit for... ahem.. I mean I will be confiscating this... picture book.

Now if you'll excuse me I will be... burning, yes burning this foul thing in my private room.
Don't let me catch you with such trash again, I will forgive you this time, but the others would have had you on trial for even owning this blasphemous thing."
 
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"It's forbidden to read the heathenous books about Sinsbog.
it's horrible how Sinbog argues that repression is bad and teaching young impressionable minds that 'repression' is bad and that serfs shouldn't just blindly follow their noblemen and noblemen shouldn't blindly follow their church.

No proper holybook has illustrations, especially no hot illustrations of close-up of Orcish juicy men in sexy poses like that. Especially where that picture where he is staring so longingly into the eyes of that handsome priest who should be his enemy.
Especially since Sinsbog is a much better fit for... ahem.. I mean I will be confiscating this... picture book.

Now if you'll excuse me I will be... burning, yes burning this foul thing in my private room.
Don't let me catch you with such trash again, I will forgive you this time, but the others would have had you on trial for even owning this blasphemous thing."
-Sister Selma, talking to one of the aspirants of the Sisterhood of the Holy Cross, as she puts away this heretical book to her stash.

It was the month of Winterfade when our expedition headed north along the eastern side of the Horalic Mountain's, unlike the Namostrans we didn't have any intent to tangle with dragons or giants. The journey was mostly safe, centuries of constant purging had kept the Badland's at bay. Some of the land even had some "normal" forests, which I basically mean, they were only slightly mutated. Still we arrived in the Empire of the Setting Sun in the city of Courven, too much iconography for my taste but it was a nice enough break.

I heard some of my men talking, "At least were not going through the Concord, not with that mess, by the Spirits it made our civil war look tame." Indeed, I had to agree the Empire was on tense relations with Yelmont but at least they didn't stretch their grabby hands to our lands, trying to choke the trade routes. You'd figure the Golden Concord would get the message that it's secessionist "provinces" weren't going to return.
 
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It was the month of Winterfade when our expedition headed north along the eastern side of the Horalic Mountain's, unlike the Namostrans we didn't have any intent to tangle with dragons or giants. The journey was mostly safe, centuries of constant purging had kept the Badland's at bay. Some of the land even had some "normal" forests, which I basically mean, they were only slightly mutated. Still we arrived in the Empire of the Setting Sun in the city of Courven, too much iconography for my taste but it was a nice enough break.

I heard some of my men talking, "At least were not going through the Concord, not with that mess, by the Spirits it made our civil war look tame." Indeed, I had to agree the Empire was on tense relations with Yelmont but at least they didn't stretch their grabby hands to our lands, trying to choke the trade routes. You'd figure the Golden Concord would get the message that it's secessionist "provinces" weren't going to return.
-Dairy Travel log of Prince Lengos. He had joined Swenseon expedition after his Fiancee physically carried him to them, so that he would stop bothering her sword about proving his worth and arguing how he should be the one wielding the Sword of Urdernorn as the man in the relationship.

"Oooh but why did you come to us if you wanted to find a Lost City of Glang Baor. Are you still going to pay us for getting the city of Gang Boars lost? We put a lot of work into that, you know."

EDIT: readability.
Double EDIT: I wonder if I should trim the context down to just 'Dairy manly travel Prince Lengos while he was on the Swenseon expedition.' I wanted to expand on his character, but maybe I should have done that through a quote or something.
 
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"Oooh but why did you come to us if you wanted to find a Lost City of Glang Baor. Are you still going to pay us for getting the city of Gang Boars lost? We put a lot of work into that, you know."
-Herrak Skallagrek of the Mountain Clans, Bandit, shaking down Thorfin in Thrarhit Pass.

A long time ago, a boulder stood guard at the entrance of a cave, where there lived a sad young woman. It watched the women for days, then weeks, then months, then years. It watched her pace and sing mournful tunes, to mumble in their sleep of home. The boulder had come to love this woman, it had come to understand the women's loneliness. It wished to move aside, free her off this fate. Yet the one who had place the boulder here would only move it for a short while, so she would not starve in the loneliness of the cave. The women would grow paler, weaker, and ever more lonely.

The boulder's heart despaired and so it tried to speak as best as it could, to the one who trapped the women. It tried to beg but all that it could speak was the rumble and quake of earth. Which only angered the one who trapped the women but the boulder continued for it would not simply stand their. The earth shook every day and the captor grew angry for they blamed the women and with anger they struck the waif. The boulder grew livid and shouted, the cave tremble, then it collapsed burying both of them beneath the stone. The boulder grieved for it felt guilt and it wept without purpose. Till it remembered the dreams the women had of home, so the boulder heart began to beat, it lumbered and carried the body of the women to her home.
 
A long time ago, a boulder stood guard at the entrance of a cave, where there lived a sad young woman. It watched the women for days, then weeks, then months, then years. It watched her pace and sing mournful tunes, to mumble in their sleep of home. The boulder had come to love this woman, it had come to understand the women's loneliness. It wished to move aside, free her off this fate. Yet the one who had place the boulder here would only move it for a short while, so she would not starve in the loneliness of the cave. The women would grow paler, weaker, and ever more lonely.

The boulder's heart despaired and so it tried to speak as best as it could, to the one who trapped the women. It tried to beg but all that it could speak was the rumble and quake of earth. Which only angered the one who trapped the women but the boulder continued for it would not simply stand their. The earth shook every day and the captor grew angry for they blamed the women and with anger they struck the waif. The boulder grew livid and shouted, the cave tremble, then it collapsed burying both of them beneath the stone. The boulder grieved for it felt guilt and it wept without purpose. Till it remembered the dreams the women had of home, so the boulder heart began to beat, it lumbered and carried the body of the women to her home.
- The Tale of the First Golem, translated from the ancient Xeltian it was written in on the Tablet of Stories.

@WallFlower
You wanted Lengos potential? Take it. Though if anyone else wants to use it for a different character, go ahead.

"...My wife has more muscles than me. Her sword calls me a wimp. I guess father was right. I really should work out..."
 
"Ye- yes! We're flowers, we're all big flowers! What do you think these things on our heads are? They ain't frills, they're petals, they unfurl when we need sunlight! THE FUCK YOU MEAN THERE IS EROTIC LITERATURE OF US?! YOU OBVIOUSLY CAN SEE WE DON'T HAVE GENITALIA, we're literally called Giants. how the hell can you not look up and notice all this!?"
Amye Vera from the Great Jungle of Qwensihonbedonyia [The Falling Stars that Nourish the Trees] and member of the Great Tapestry in Qwensihonbedonyia.

"Oh thank the heavens, Black Cloaks! Please please you have to save my town, the knights (sob) are burning down our farms! Without them, our town and the surrounding villages will starve!"
 
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-Recently fired Squire Pyotr Gafelich who was taken by surprise by the reaction of his liege when his birth town, where his father was mayor, couldn't pay the routine tithe collection of that year.



"It's almost time for the Otherworld to eclipses the sun, Apprentice. This is the opportunity of a lifetime for me, don't screw up the ritual.
I've done all the calculations so I know with absolute certainty that this exact location will be hit where the by the rainbow.
And the only thing you have to do is light this one large candle when the rainbow hits this circle. That flame will be my one lifeline to get back.

We will make history if I succeed in entering and become the first person to enter and leave the Gasgiant on my own terms.

I can't wait to learn secrets of Fea magic in their own home, can you imagine my student, I will be in the history books for ages to come."
 
"It's almost time for the Otherworld to eclipses the sun, Apprentice. This is the opportunity of a lifetime for me, don't screw up the ritual.
I've done all the calculations so I know with absolute certainty that this exact location will be hit where the by the rainbow.
And the only thing you have to do is light this one large candle when the rainbow hits this circle. That flame will be my one lifeline to get back.

We will make history if I succeed in entering and become the first person to enter and leave the Gasgiant on my own terms.

I can't wait to learn secrets of Fea magic in their own home, can you imagine my student, I will be in the history books for ages to come."
Benqi Aswerian, a few moments before the Apprentice succeded his task, and Benqi succeded in doing the ritual. Thus, succeding in entering the Gasgiant.

"I'm sorry Miss, but Lady Ambrosia has requested me to return this sword to her hands. If you don't believe me just because I'm a squire, then I'll let the sword itself do the talking."

Edit: Change "Ms" to "Miss"
 
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Benqi Aswerian, a few moments before the Apprentice succeded his task, and Benqi succeded in doing the ritual.

"I'm sorry Ms, but Lady Ambrosia has requested me to return this sword to her hands. If you don't believe me just because I'm a squire, then I'll let the sword itself do the talking."
- Squire Witherby on a quest to return a magical sword to lady Ambrosia after a incident with a still functional leyline teleporter

"Hey, I'm the sword"
 
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Lady Ambrosia

"Hey, I'm the sword"
- Said casually by the Sword of Urdernon. In reply to:
"I'm sorry Miss, but Lady Ambrosia has requested me to return this sword to her hands. If you don't believe me just because I'm a squire, then I'll let the sword itself do the talking."

"The secret ingredient that made your family's pie so delicious is... a speck of Divine Gold. Let me guess, that's why the pie is so expensive, huh? Not only to get the Gold in the first place, but also to make it safe to consume. Well, I suppose I should congratulate you and your family for your efforts then. I'm the one who's at fault for thinking that it's something else, haha..."
 
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