Welcome! I’ve decided to start off with an intro rather than putting all this information at the end since I’ve managed to cobble together a long-ass prompt and there’s no reason to make you read it if it’s not like what you’re looking for.

So this’ll be a story driven roleplay where I’ll be playing a Dungeon Master type of role for you as you go about adventuring and playing out the main story. I’m hoping for an emphasis on plot here, but that doesn’t mean I don’t plan for some great opportunities for smut. I’m partial to having a romantic build up of some kind or another, but nothing is ever that cut and dry so your likes and limits will certainly help shape what kind of sex stuff happens.

But on that note, I do plan for this to be a nice dark, gritty adventure with a decent amount of violence and moral ambiguity going on for the main story. So the sex can be along the same line as that, or it can be the break in the tension. But needless to say, if you like light-hearted fantasy then maybe this isn’t for you. Although I may have other ideas stirring that I could develop some with you if you still feel like messaging me based on how you enjoy my writing in general.

And on that note, if you liked what you read but aren’t sure how to respond. Just say hi! Tell me what the prompt got you thinking about, and what your interests are. You can jump right in with a response and we can chat on the side, or develop things first then get into it. But either way its best we agree on what kind of sex stuff we want to include sooner rather than later. The story itself I plan to reveal as we go so there isn’t as much to discuss there. But please, hit me up with questions you have. The more the better so I know you’re interested and it can guide my writing for you.

Also, I’m not always able to keep up with lightning responses, so maybe this isn’t for you if you want a quick back and forth thing. At least one response a day is manageable for stuff in the story and sometimes more if our current scene calls for shorter, quicker responses. But plan for the long term when putting in a response. Chat outside of the story can be much quicker though, so I hope to hear from you!

It was the creaking of heavy wooden gates that woke the passenger from their deep sleep. Old hinges cried out lustily in use and there was the deep bubbling slosh of water being forced away from the opening maw ahead. But for the passenger, all was still in a darkness that revealed little. And the gateway in the water was no more than a lighter shade of grey against an indiscernible background of nothingness. But their boat rocked now, galloping on the gentle waves stirred up by the watery entrance ahead.

The craft was a gondola, long, narrow, and flat along the bottom barely seeming deep enough to keep water out and the passenger in. But fore and aft the boat tapered and rose upward into arched pillars that could have held a dangling lantern if there had been such a thing available. At the far end there was a rolled cloth bundle of what looked like supplies. And as the craft rolled forward through the dark gates, the doors thudded to a stop in a wide embrace and their sound echoed in every direction. The reverb sounded backward like the rumble of a massive grandfather clock.

Stumbling along the rolling craft was not easy, but there was a growing light now that the gates had passed. The still water surrounding the boat was punctuated here and there by pillars of pure white light that danced and flicked with ripples sent out by the gondola, disturbed by its passenger’s careful movements to their parcel. It seemed that clouds were stirring in the water on either side of the boat. They swirled and mingled, and were lit from somewhere below with the rising ghost lights that disappeared into a featureless black sky.

When the bundle was lifted from its place at the front of the ship, it unfurled slightly. The material was dark forest green cotton, thick and heavy. And the first part to fall away appeared to be a wide hood, revealing it as a sturdy cloak filled with secrets, amongst which was a curious dagger. The blade was long and needle thing, more like a craftsman’s tool than a weapon. It had a nearly nonexistent guard about the handle, just small enough for the wielder’s thumb to rest up under without being cut. The blade itself appeared to have an edge, despite its needle-like appearance, and a wickedly honed point that twinkled ever so slightly as the gondola rolled past one pillar of rising pale light.

Else wise, within was little more than a pair of black leather gloves seemingly a perfect fit for the passenger’s hands and a silvery chain necklace adorned with a dull grey stone that begin to come alive in their hands. Somewhere within a light began and then grew until it shone brightly enough to make the passenger squint, at which point it began to fade. The white light dimmed but never fully went out. The stone continued to hold a softly emanating glow to it that pulsed like a timepiece.

Ahead of the boat, there were other images fading into view, sights on the unseen horizon like dull stars that seemed to move and wander. They were so far away it was hard to tell, but they appeared to be small flames of a flickering orange/yellow glow that shuffled steadily around in the distance where the gondola drifted evermore, toward the tower upon the Isle of End that was also the beginning. It was not a great thing, but in the nothingness of the black it was seemingly the whole world. Slowly its shape manifested in the dark ahead. It rose from a narrow base, giving it a strange cone-like figure that was wholly unnatural. And on the highest floor there was a single window, lit from within by a comforting warm light.

As the stranger examined the structure their boat came upon the gravel of a stony shore just ahead of it. The ship had a gentle pace, and the only sound from the collision was a wet slide to a stop as the gondola bobbed and then settled, grounded. Water softly lapped at the sides and below could been seen the pitch black stones that had been churned by the soft tide from the black rock landmass where upon the Tower rested.

Stepping into the water would prove uneventful. The gravel was secure and the water warm enough to almost feel nonexistent. But it was the only way to get out and up to see the structure firsthand. Faintly outlined by those distant moving lights, the Tower seemed almost too real in a place where it ought never to exist. The stones that rounded the foundation made periodic pillars with intricate carvings of erotic swirls and looming arches shaped perhaps like the gates that had only just opened somewhere in the past. And carefully kept atop the stony shore, barely visible around the base of tower, were low bushes. Their leaves were black as the world all around, but there were colors there as well, bright, bloody red roses that were dim in the no light, but still somehow had a vibrant color all their own. There weren’t many it seemed, and there didn’t appear to be any windows on the bottom floor to enjoy them from within. In fact the tower seemed as if it would be almost no more than a closet up close. But looking up it seemed to loom massively like a wall full of endless passages, all held up by an unseen force.

Normally enough, there was a solid door of dark wooden planks at the base of the tower. The wood was a deep rich brown and the metal banding across it reflected no light. But burned into the heavy planks in a flowery script was a friendly message: “Bring a gift and ascend.” Behind the door was nothing more than a dark spiral staircase with inlets in the walls for dull candles to guide the way up. Up to where the sole window burned in waiting.