The Gamemaster's Realm: A prompt-based fantasy setting

[Donald Darf]

In the night it slipped into your dreams, a god formed from ivory tendrils slithering across eachother beneath a resplendent red cloak with both golden trimmings and flowers upon it
A thousand eyes, each a die rolling in their socket with infinite possible numbers

It desires to make a world of fantasy, of wonder and danger in equal measure, it desires inspiration, with a red tipped claw it points at you

You'll be the muse​

How this will work, I will construct a fantasy world using prompts you give me to the best of my ability
Use this format to produce the prompts

Inspiration: A childhood memory, experience, a thought process, a random thing within line of sight, a song stuck in your head, a scene from a movie impacted that you grealty, a dream, a random thought process you had once
Form: What sort of form do you wish for your inspiration to take in the Gamemaster's Realm? A class? A character? A monster? A faction? A god? A event? A spell? A item? A place? The form must be as simple as one or two words

Some Examples

Inspiration: That one time I saw the rpg Heart: The City Beneath online and was inspired by the coverart, and the inspiration I got from the art in the actual book
Form: Character

Result
The Fleshmaker, a foolish elf who dreamed of finding the inspiration to create a masterpiece from the cosmos, but was driven halfway mad from the knowledge he uncovered, he can create powerful totems and artifacts of flesh by using the suffering others go through as their inspiration, but he of course is sane enough not to pursue causing suffering for others

Some spare scalpels hang from his pointed ears like earrings, his once noble attire ruined by years of isolation, cravat and coat sleeves stained red, his hair long and tangled with bits of gristle and diary notes describing atrocities he heard others go through, his eyes sunken yet the light that still remains is somewhat cheerful, his voice conveys the personality of a tired but optimistic individual, and when he talks about creating flesh totems that optimism becomes far more audible, that passion still clings on... barely

 

[WallFlower]

Inspiration; The LGBTIQ+ bar in my town promotes itself as 'the most straight friendly establishment in my town'. There was a halloween event there where you had two choices stay down there with monsters, horrors and clowns or climb up to the next floor to be among the few who wish to become truly different by becoming what they always were,

I think there is some poetry in that it seems to say:
"Be what you are here, or climb above the horror and fear and become what you have always truly been, or don't whatever floats your boat"

Form: A place

 

[Donald Darf]

Inspiration; The LGBTIQ+ bar in my town promotes itself as 'the most straight friendly establishment in my town'. There was a halloween event there where you had two choices stay down there with monsters, horrors and clowns or climb up to the next floor to be among the few who wish to become truly different by becoming what they always were,

I think there is some poetry in that it seems to say:
"Be what you are here, or climb above the horror and fear and become what you have always truly been, or don't whatever floats your boat"

Form: A place

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A tavern of great renown located in the region of (YET TO BE DECIDED) that welcomes one and all no matter their species, home, or creed (Unless you bring harm to the tavern and or guests), built using wood from a haunted forest the structure is crooked but painted in colourful hues and orange lights pouring from all the windows except those of the 2nd story, from which fog rolls from the open view
On the first floor apparitions of monstrosities serve drinks made of liquid nightmares, clowns with grotesquely exaggerated faces mixing your drinks, spectres of people that were never alive in the first place phasing through your body like a chill down your spine while on the way to deliver some drinks, claws and fur beneath the floorboards ready smash through and eject anyone too young to drink, causing too much of a bother for other patrons, or just kick the asses of people with a tab in the triple digits

But there is a second floor, more quiet, more serene, mist blankets the floor, the furniture all have sheets covering them, someone in a pale-blue cloak awaits laying against a large mirror, are you brave enough to see and understand yourself in your entirety? For the Mirror-Keeper offers all those who dare climb a opportunity to do so, if you refuse, you're simply sent back down

The patrons who manage to make it through the Mirror-Keeper's challenge are allowed the rarer more high-quality drinks, liquid reflections of the fall of empires, babies laughing, biblical events, and the smallest of tragedies, alongside transportation to any reflective surface in the region
The ones who don't make it are also simply sent back and can't retake the challenge until autumn comes next year

 

[WallFlower]

But there is a second floor, more quiet, more serene, mist blankets the floor, the furniture all have sheets covering them, someone in a pale-blue cloak awaits laying against a large mirror, are you brave enough to see and understand yourself in your entirety? For the Mirror-Keeper offers all those who dare climb a opportunity to do so, if you refuse, you're simply sent back down

The patrons who manage to make it through the Mirror-Keeper's challenge are allowed the rarer more high-quality drinks, liquid reflections of the fall of empires, babies laughing, biblical events, and the smallest of tragedies, alongside transportation to any reflective surface in the region
The ones who don't make it are also simply sent back and can't retake the challenge until autumn comes next year

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Huh, this reminds me of a dream I once had where I looked in a mirror and... being happy. which reminds me of another dream

Inspiration: In the dreams I recently came upon a library that felt more real than dreams ought to be. With forgotten childhood memories of being there before in the past and the Plushie-like visitors of the library from becoming slaves to a character a unkillable goddess like villain called MiniMonster who I've dreamed up in my childhood.
In that dream I once again had to protect the library in a duel of dream logic.
Form: An event

 

[Donald Darf]

Inspiration: In the dreams I recently came upon a library that felt more real than dreams ought to be. With forgotten childhood memories of being there before in the past and the Plushie-like visitors of the library from becoming slaves to a character a unkillable goddess like villain called MiniMonster who I've dreamed up in my childhood.
In that dream I once again had to protect the library in a duel of dream logic.
Form: An event

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A powerful magic user known as Zikzak The Distortor accidentally miscasted a spell while half-asleep in the royal library of (YET TO BE DECIDED), she found long faded memories of once playing here alongside the 8th prince before his untimely death during the Night Of Shattered Crowns, seeing walking talking versions of her childhood toys being enslaved by a manifestation of the worst parts of her, of when she was a kid and used her magic to distort things simply to cause a little trouble and show how better she was at magic, to show how she was more special then everyone

The manifestation was Mini-Monster, how she saw herself for years after that last petty argument with the 8th prince before he perished, she tried everything to defeat it, to free herself from the guilt, but every attack had been deflected with a simple "Nuh-uh!" And "No way!"

A beast made of magic, esoteric chilldhood scribbles, cruel giggles from long ago, and pure childish spite struck away the iridescent fire of Heaven like swatting a insect, reaching forward to do all manner of surreal cruelties to the greatest of the Gyrgon Archmages
But the Distorter remembered something from her past, how she used to chat with the 8th Prince talking about which myrhical heroes would win in a fight, and how he always stuck with "Them never existing doesn't count as death, so them being unkillable doesn't matter against that" and many other weird little personal beliefs

She knew what she had to do, Zikzak created illusions of what could've been, had Zikzak learnt of her hubris earlier, had she allowed the 8th Prince to practice alongside her, had that stupid argument gotten resolved properly
Had she told him that he was a brother to her in all but blood before that damned night

Mini-Monster was convinced the emotions and actions that made it in the first place never occured, so it dissipated into the nothingness, and Zikzak now regularly combs the royal library of (YET TO BE DECIDED) for books of her childhood to avoid getting embarrassed, alongside her new stuffed-toy assistants

She visits his grave more often too, the guilt is still there, she can just deal with it better

 

[WallFlower]

Inspiration: You wouldn't believe it but I saw a gang of ducks take down a gang of human thugs and win yesterday. The thing that might make it more believable is that it was a music video. It prompted me to talk about the dangers of water of waterfowl.
Form: A god

 

[Donald Darf]

Inspiration: You wouldn't believe it but I saw a gang of ducks take down a gang of human thugs and win yesterday. The thing that might make it more believable is that it was a music video. It prompted me to talk about the dangers of water of waterfowl.
Form: A god

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FRETTOX
God of Ducks, Street Brawls, and Heart-Pumping Sounds

The roar of the drum shakes your soul like a rattlesnake tail, a strike to the jaw sends glowing feathers flying from out of nowhere, dissipating as they go away, you see bright red and orange visions of the grand flock, scarred, loud, and glorious with each strike you return with a THOUSAND times the ferocity coming from your unfortunate foe

Some of it's followers brawl in the streets singing their own battle gospel and sending a message from the divine through severe blunt trauma to the frontal lobe
Dancing and thrashing in the river alongside their holy fowl brethren, carving symbols into themselves with ruined fingernails taken from the hands of their enemies
Smacking ceremonial drums as they wander the back alleys, high above, the flocks of Frettox circle as they offer a blessing to the

First temple is in the city of (YET TO BE DECIDED) on a small island in the middle of a lake, some random thugs set up a fighting ring there and ducks come to quack out fight music for the matches while circling the island
Legends say that feeding the ducks will bless the feeder with good luck in their next non-premeditated fight

 

[Donald Darf]

Doo doo doo

 

[BrainyPicker]

Inspiration: Rewatched Madness Combat recently and there's a character called the Auditor who's some kind of "higher power" and iirc has spent a lot of time and resources into making an agency to specifically go after one guy (the protagonist), albeit they're really dangerous guy sure but one guy, despite the Auditor probably having more important things they should be focusing. And then ends up failing at killing the guy for good and even causes a few threats to his project to pop up.
Form: A Faction (maybe their leader & target too?).

 

[Donald Darf]

Inspiration: Rewatched Madness Combat recently and there's a character called the Auditor who's some kind of "higher power" and iirc has spent a lot of time and resources into making an agency to specifically go after one guy (the protagonist), albeit they're really dangerous guy sure but one guy, despite the Auditor probably having more important things they should be focusing. And then ends up failing at killing the guy for good and even causes a few threats to his project to pop up.
Form: A Faction (maybe their leader & target too?).

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The Kindling Ignited is the foundation of this order, carrying out the busywork, attaining funding, making weapons, providing aide, constructing fortifications for longer missions, acquire resources, they provide the Knighthood with everything essential to their goal, look varies but they usually wear grey tunics and or cloaks
Kindling can rise to other sections of the order if they desire, giving them more authority and more information, but once they're in, they're in it for life, no quitting, no retirement, they comprise the vsst majority of the Knighthood, toil till the corruption is smothered

The Scroll Ignited is the eye of this order, they commune with the Black Pyre to find out what corrupts the Realm, they study the chaotic forces and bring them to heel, they spy and gather intel, they study, and improve the weapons and methods of the order
To be part of the Scroll Ignited is to give up all hope of history knowing your name, to bare the weight of horrific knowledges and truths, to know your life is expendable compared to information getting leaked, to have your corpse burned the moment you die and every record of you erased, search till the corruption is found

The Sword Ignited is the strength of this order, carrying out the dirty work of the Knighthood by eliminating things which would threaten the structure of the Gamemaster's Realm, they're dressed in black armour, most of the time with red visors painted with the blood of sacrified goats to offer them guidance towards what they must eliminate
To be a part of the Sword Ignited is to give up your name, your identity, your prowess and loyalty is the only thing that matters, fight till the corruption is cleansed

There are sub-sections within each branch of the order for specific roles, such as Sword members who're better at guerilla tactics then others, Scroll members who know more about theology then others, and Kindling members who're better at setting up hideouts

There is no mortal leader of the Knighthood Of The Blackpyre, there are specialists in charge of individuals cells of members, and the Scroll Ignited are the ones that commune the most with the object of their worship, but the mind behind the operation is The Black Pyre

Inky black flames lick at the edges of your mind, eyes red and bright as the rising sun narrowed in contemplation of new plan every second, it is the disposal system for what may bring disorder to the Gamemaster's work

Tools of the Knighthood
- Blood-Fire Ammo: Mystical bullets for rifles and various firearms, blessed with the ability to produce a bright red flame that treats blood like a highly flammeble substance
- The Onyx Armaments: The Black Pyre forges the immaterial itself into weapons to supply to the worthy of the order, it is difficult for outside effects to alter the current state of these weapons, making them heavily immune to damage, enchantment, and whatever random effects the various corruptive forces got
- The Chaos Totems: Flaws of the world sealed away into powerful cube-like artifacts, if activated will cause a break down of reality and possible mass-death in the local area, the sky will bleed nightmares, pillars made from solid screams will raise up abominations made of fused together traumatized cats to pray for salvation when none shall be found, the separation between you and everything nearby is removed for a split second, I'm sorry

 

[WallFlower]

Inspiration; I'm eating a quick meal made out of bread, fruit and water, great meal in a bit of haste. Which makes me think about some religious figure who fed a crowd with seven breads.
Form: Class

 

[Donald Darf]

Inspiration; I'm eating a quick meal made out of bread, fruit and water, great meal in a bit of haste. Which makes me think about some religious figure who fed a crowd with seven breads.
Form: Class

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From the countless starving survivors across the Realm
From the chefs and gastronomers in the land's kitchens
From the kind caretakers of the needy

Rising from these and similar groups are the Prophets Of Abundance, those who bring hope to the starving, command them, or just use their powers to get better ingredients for food

Prophets Of Abundance can increase the fertility and growth speed of local crops and livestock by a bit with their presence, multiply simple food with some complex but tiring chants, or tell if something is safe to eat with a touch, well... safe to eat for them, if they wanna tell if someone is safe for another to eat they must touch both that person and the food at the same time

They also have various miracles they can utilize which require great skill and effort to accomplish, may vary from individual to individual
- A miracle which can cause the rapid growth of crops and livestock in a 5 meter radius of the Prophet Of Abundance to ridiculous sizes, there is a focused version that'll increase the growth rate of a single crop or livestock to a even greater degree then the normal version
- A miracle that blesses food with the ability to both nourish the body and soul, may be used to placate and or bribe the undead, demonic beings, and dark spirits as a temporary substitute for their normal diets
- A miracle that makes a feast cause a increased sense of empathy between all parties partaking of the food present, sometimes resulting in better relations if used right
- A miracle that can cause rot in the flesh of someone who wasted a good meal that day with but a single touch, their susceptibility to it is reset by the next sunrise
- A miracle that can be used to sense various types of hunger nearby
- A miracle that can make some cooking tools and utensils appropriate to the Prophet Of Abundance's cooking skills out of hard-light
- A miracle that requires great skill and effort marks a single target with a sigil of Abundance, they'll look like a meal from Heaven, causing those nearby to feel a ravenous hunger for what was marked, reactions may vary depending on how hungry they are
- A miracle that requires years of effort, training, and experience to accomplish, but allows the Prophet Of Abundance to convert their body into food stuff that offers a unique but powerful blessing upon consumption, they die in the process
- A miracle that requires an extreme amount of luck and skill to accomplish safely, to tear a piece off a god if one is present and vulnerable, then make the piece into a nice meal, results may vary

Example Prophets Of Abundance
- Julis The Breadgiver: Helped his hometowns failing wheat farming industry flourish again with his blessings, created a bread that can be used to aide with the removal of misfortune and poverty-based curses
- Hoxxina The Cannibal-Queen: A little girl from the backstreets of (YET TO BE DECIDED), commanding and controlling a army of the desperate with her miracles, she tends to hit groups of enemies with her special "Multi-Sigil Of Abundance" technique, which she uses to motivate her cannibal crusaders to consume said enemies
- Pierrè The Pâtissier: A traveling pâtissier Prophet Of Abundance who specializes in finding, improving, then using the best ingredients of all the Gamemaster's Realm to make their best pastries, wielding a giant cake knife to fight off enemies and using strawberry seeds alongside the growth miracle to tangle enemies up

 

[BrainyPicker]

Inspiration: Once had a dream where I looked out my window on the second floor to see on the street a ghostly stagecoach with skeletal horses which after a while just went down the street. I might have forgotten some details though, it's been a long time.
Form: Event

 

[Donald Darf]

Inspiration: Once had a dream where I looked out my window on the second floor to see on the street a ghostly stagecoach with skeletal horses which after a while just went down the street. I might have forgotten some details though, it's been a long time.
Form: Event

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Throughout the city of (YET TO BE DECIDED), there were multiple sightings of some sort ofghostly carriage rushing through town at high speeds, leaving a trail of wheeltracks on multiple roads and causing ghosts to subtly manifest alongside those tracks
Eventually experts with ghost stuff were called in, dressed up like fancy dead folk, and hailed the ghost carriage, hopped on, then had a epic brawl with the spectral carriage driver

Who then crashed into the park's pond, interrupting the local Frettox cult gathering and ending with everyone in that group getting pummeled, including the ghost, which passed on to the afterlife, except the horses, they knew they were damned so now they're just property of the city now, which is why one of the guard carriages is drawn by skeleton horses and phases through walls

 

[WallFlower]

Inspiration: I saw a title "What's under windows" and now I'm yea, I know that it meant the OS, but what is actually under the windows, like those things pretending to be made out of glass and pretending to show you outside.
What's up with them, what are they hiding.
Form: A place.

 

[Donald Darf]

Inspiration: I saw a title "What's under windows" and now I'm yea, I know that it meant the OS, but what is actually under the windows, like those things pretending to be made out of glass and pretending to show you outside.
What's up with them, what are they hiding.
Form: A place.

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Scattered in the high and forgotten places of the Gamemaster's Realm are large panes made of living semi-translucent carapace depicting scenes of children playing with kites
- Atop a distant snowy mountain
- Center of a large desert
- A mall on a hill
- Etcetera

These panes will disassemble themselves to reveal Hotallis, where the dirt is all in fact one endless plane of brown stone with small strips of green paper sticking out of it in endless neat rows, the skies above are always blue and bright, despite a lack of sun, and the clouds are ausually lower then you think, amorphous blobs of fluff peacefully drifting around

Marching in the distance one can spot them, the Kiters, resembling giant children carved from stone, some imperfections such as a bad proportion, a painting mistake, and or a chip making it known their inorganic nature, also each of them are the size of a mountain, slowly wandering Hotallis while dragging along enourmous kites lifted by winds that don't exist, each resembling a different flying creature

In Hotallis the border between truth and lie is thin, things from this pocket plane and or rituals in this plane will be successful if they're about blurring the line between the false and the true, such as...
- Making a scary story manifest as a real creature
- Dismissing that horrific scar on your body as a rumour till the point it actually goes away and just becomes next weeks gossip
- Blessing yourself with a ability to stop existing as a real individual for a little bit every time you do something embarrassing so people forget your humiliation

But beware, the kites of the Kiters have minds of their own, and may send city-sized shreds of their own bodies to smother you and convert your flesh into the same substance as the Kiters, but smaller, and never ever moving again
We do not talk about the horrors that occured that one time a kite shred escaped cause a wizard apprentice got cocky, the Knights Of The Black Pyre had to purge that real hard cause of the whole mass murder thing and the fact it empowered false and or true themed magic so it's presence could've messed a decent portion of the Realm

Black Pyre Knights usually demolish any Hotallis gates they find

 

[WallFlower]

Well that answers that question.
Inspiration: The days are growing short and cold. The leaves are leaving their trees. The seasons pass. And I like this, because I love the melancholy of it, the sadness without stress and urgency, the knowledge that something nice will be lost and the acceptance that it could never have been kept.
Form: An Item

 

[Donald Darf]

Well that answers that question.
Inspiration: The days are growing short and cold. The leaves are leaving their trees. The seasons pass. And I like this, because I love the melancholy of it, the sadness without stress and urgency, the knowledge that something nice will be lost and the acceptance that it could never have been kept.
Form: An Item

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A musical instrument carved from a dying ancient tree, with carvings of falling leaves on it, and strings made from the hair strands of a young leper
Powerful artifact that releases magical soundwaves when played, anything sentient hit by those soundwaves will experience a instant spiritual journey showcasing the rapid passage time and their own sudden dissolution from existence, but every moment you're perfectly there, presently feeling the nothing eating away at you every planck-second, quiet yet sudden

Eternity coming in little steps

Then snap back!
Those who manage to survive the Lyre's effects without going mad and or breaking down emotionally traumatized for life, will have utmost clarity in the face of life threatening situations, and have very strong wills if they ever end up undead, currently laying on a barrel in some abandoned overgrown barn that has seen better days

 

[Donald Darf]

Can we do something alive next? Like a monster, a character, a species?

 

[BrainyPicker]

Inspiration: In Patapon 3 there is a giant boss fight that is so large that even leaning down it's too big to fit into the screen. It's attacks include stomping down on the Patapons, dragging it's sword through the earth to slash at the Patapons, trying to squish the Patapons with a bellyflop attack, and an attack where the camera focuses on the giant as it stands up straighter & lifts it's sword into the sky to then bring the sword down on the Patapons. The last attack reveals that it has a Cthulhu like squid face and helmet too.
Form: Species.

 

[WallFlower]

Inspiration: Do you see the ladybug I'm holding in my profile pic.

Their dutch name 'Lieveheersbeestje' translates to The Kind Lord's Small Beast and it kinda gained it's name because it was the beast of 'our kind lady' Freya in the past, before it became Gods' kind beast.

In the Netherlands the Ladybug is often invoked as a symbol against senseless violence, random violence.

And I invoke it because I want to remind myself to be mindful, to be kind and to hope for a brighter future.

From: a monster