Bisque
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When you're an old bird like me, sometimes fast-paced, improvised roleplay suits your schedule best. Anyone down for stress-free storytelling shenanigans?
I was ten years younger the last time I advertised improv roleplay. I loved the worlds that those sessions spawned, and I want to give it another shot! We don't need character sheets or a worldbuilding session to begin. Just pick a prompt and DM me a response! None of the characters in the starters have pre-defined genders. We'll make things up as we go.
Also, with improv, less is more. Three solid sentences that further the narrative are more valuable than three paragraphs of fluff. Only write as much as the scene demands. Yes, I'm down with short posts, so long as they're productive!
Now. Without further ado...
I was ten years younger the last time I advertised improv roleplay. I loved the worlds that those sessions spawned, and I want to give it another shot! We don't need character sheets or a worldbuilding session to begin. Just pick a prompt and DM me a response! None of the characters in the starters have pre-defined genders. We'll make things up as we go.
Also, with improv, less is more. Three solid sentences that further the narrative are more valuable than three paragraphs of fluff. Only write as much as the scene demands. Yes, I'm down with short posts, so long as they're productive!
Now. Without further ado...
001. [High Fantasy]
Exactly forty-three ravens guarded the temple entrance, still as the statues flanking its doors. The old priestess did warn them about the sentry birds. Now, with the sun sinking quick beneath the horizon, Kel regretted dismissing her as senile.
"...Well, isn't this a splendid turn of events." Kel shot [your character] a nervous glance. "There's no way we'll sneak past an entire flock of ravens. What now?"
002. [Paranormal]
When they returned to Room 109, the window was wide open, and Mrs. Bentley nowhere to be seen.
"Is that blood? Holy shit. I think it is." Ash hurried to the wingback chair where Mrs. Bentley was sleeping mere minutes before. A deep red stain had sunk into one of the arm rests. Ash leaned down to sniff it, their expression turning more sour with every breath.
"It smells... wrong, for blood. More rank than coppery." Ash waved [your character] over. "Come here."
003. [Superheroes]
"It's a useless little gimmick, but it's my useless little gimmick." Bailey chuckled, and with a twirl of a finger, brought the battered bicycle back to the ground. "Some telekinetics can move entire train cars. Me? I can pick up a cab at best."
Bailey sighed. The sound carried depressingly well through the abandoned junkyard. "So. What does someone like you need with little ol' me?"
004. [Space Opera]
Shari raised a skeptical eyebrow and flipped through the stack of credits a second time. "Seems legit." They leaned back in their chair, posture better suited to a monarch on their throne versus a refurbished weapons seller in their crowded workshop.
"I've gotta say, no-one's waltzed into my store with ten thousand credits literally in-hand. You're either filthy rich, a criminal, or both—not that I discriminate. What's your story?"