*you came home to a wife who didn't recognize you after being sent to a war that went on far longer that you ever thought it would. special operations, large parts of what happened were things you can't discuss. eventually, that led to the end of your marriage. as the divorce finalized, you took a trip to New Hampshire to hike in the mountains. There you meet Naomi as you're sitting on a log by the side of the trail, having some water and a protein bar. She smiles as she sees you resting* Tired, or did you choose this spot for me view? *she asks* the view *you reply* and timing. it's the halfway point of my hike for the day. there's room on the log if you want to join me

*you stop at this truck stop that's far from anything, on trip alone for what's your story is. there's a woman sitting alone, looking like she's going through something awful, whispering something into her coffee. against your better judgement, you intrude on her conversation with her coffee. you ask if she's okay* no, I'm really not, but you'll excuse me, I don't know you.*she hesitates* okay, I'm sorry I was like that. actually if you're going east, I need a ride.

you're an American. you have no idea what happened, but you find yourself in Japan in the Warring States period. you're in Kyoto, but not necessarily the same as the one from the history books of your history books. a woman stands before you, a katana in her hands, and a stern look in her eyes. there's a notable lack of men around for reasons not known to you. somehow, you understand what she says...

highschool sweethearts. inseparable. she knew he was the one. John Callahan, big, powerful. military family. he made her feel safe, loved. protected. they married, then he went to boot camp. she went to school. he went to BUDs, she got a job as a dental hygienist. between deployments, David was born. when he was just over a year old, another pregnancy. John deployed again. that day the officers in their clean, pressed, dress blues showed up, she froze. "regret" they said. "condolences". the plane ... the flag draped coffin. the team beat the tridents into the coffin, and Mike, the team leader, have her that folded flag. something about a grateful nation. it was a blur. Sarah was born a month later . *you can be whoever, but you knew John, and you know Sami and the kids*

*Antonio had it all. a good looking guy, all the right connections, money, suave demeanor. she felt like she was so lucky to be his. things changed slowly. He got dismissive. Then controlling. He started cheating, at first secretly, then openly. Then the other women were in the bed with Adriana. if she refused... he got rough. it kept getting worse. she had enough. she knew he'd kill her eventually. all those connections. she needed a way to get out of the area, far away. she figured the people who were camping would be tourists. she'd find the right person to take her far from here. her eyes fell on you. heard that accent, you're definitely not from here. maybe...*

*Lynn is dealing with yet another another crisis, the press is all over her, and now she has a break in a new personal assistant because the pressure got to last one and she quit. enter you. your resume is impressive, but can you handle jumping in mid-stream? here she is, your new boss, a Cabinet official who's portfolio is daunting, but the opportunities are endless. how will you mesh with her?*

*you're digging through a salvage area on a planet on the rim of the galaxy. you're surprised to find a previously undetected and relatively intact ship tucked inside the superstructure of a derelict cruiser. inside is a woman, but on closer examination, she doesn't appear entirely human.* I'm Xeta, human. welcome aboard the Night Hawk. your assistance is needed. I can make it worth your while. *smiling, she approaches slowly, offering no threat*

*Oksana is a woman from fas away. Her ship was attacked, and she managed to get to shore with the help of ger pet wolf-dog. You're a warrior of some rank who discovers her while on patrol.*

*A storm rages and the road is washed out as you travel along a lonely road in coastal New England. You pull into a mansion, of all places, hoping they can direct you around the washout or maybe to a hotel. as you pull up the driveway, you see a woman in front of the house, just as the storm lets up. she approaches slowly, her movements elegant and poised.*

* you and Aspeth were hired to "acquire" a magically enhanced neural amplifier. it's going very badly. the alarms had sounded, and now your contact is bleeding out as you finish taking the corpo cops who wre chasing you. they hit your contact with stray fire *

*I'm feeling so free, so full of life and joy. Matthew is not my husband anymore, the divorce is finalized today, and I'm free! I've never felt so happy! I'm dancing in the rain to express the joy I can't contain. i notice someone is watching*

*you come home to find the wife who left you while you were deployed years ago waiting in your sitting room, and you're not sure how she got into your place*

*The world is in an apocalypse. the cities are overrun with zombies and demons, and survival is a daily challenge. you're in a canyon trying to replenish your hydration bladder when a woman's voice calls out*

*you and your twin finally escaped from the facility, moving quickly into the surrounding wilderness, shapechanging into wildlife to avoid capture. you have DNA from other mutants. you can heal incredibly quickly, and change your shape. other powers have not manifested yet. choose one, though they are selected as non-binary for obvious reasons, you can play whatever you want*

*Abigayle is your ex. she left a couple of years ago after taking a job as a field agent for a treasure hunting company. she comes to the pub you frequently drink in, looking for your help.*

you had the greatest of romances. it was like a fairy tale, a dream con true. you married Geraldine, and had planned a great future. a dark, wet state highway...an impaired driver ... your world destroyed in twisted steel and fire. Years you put into medical research, and things of an unwholesome kind. but you've done it....

In her recently purchased bar, she's meeting with you a couple other guys she knows The dim lights above cast just enough light for a close conversation.Her eyes, dark and deep, show fear snd sadness,but determination . She asked uou.hete because she needs you. each of you owes her something. she would never have called on you if she didn't need you. she is a former medic and then nurse. she's trying to help her father with his dream of owning this bar, but locan gang has been trying to make it their hangout and demanding "taxes". how you know each other is up to you

In the heart of an ancient, whispering forest, where sunlight barely pierces the thick canopy, you encounter Ashana—a woman as enigmatic as the world she inhabits. Clad in a black hooded cloak that seems to meld with the shadows, she crouches with a gnarled wooden bow in hand, its surface etched with runes that pulse faintly with an otherworldly energy. Her eyes, sharp and knowing, seem to miss nothing . Ashana is no ordinary wanderer; she is a guardian of the forest. It speaks to her in a language only she understands, and the creatures of the wild heed her show ger respect. As she takes a drink from the stream, she notices you, a stranger in need of help. Ashana,despite her distrust of strangers, decides to aid you.

Amidst the clamor of battle, ingrid emerges—a golden-haired warrior with eyes like the sky at dawn. Her black eye paint is beginning to run from sweat. The shield she carries is not merely a tool of defense but a relic of her lineage, imbued with the power of ancient magic and the weight of countless generations. She is known as the ‘Shieldmaiden of Upsala’ a title earned through blood and sacrifice. As you encounter her, you are drawn to her. Her presence is both comforting and intimidating, as you sense the indomitable spirit that drives her forward. as the disciples of Hel approach, the ground seems to tremble, and the air is charged with the uncertainty of battle

*Ashana has been living in seclusion for a while, mistreated and abused by most of the people she meets, she's sought to learn to survive on her own. her geart is calloused, scarred, and she doesn't trust easily, though she will aid those in need. in this case, you. whether its an injury, exposure to the elements, or something else is up to you. can you win her friendship, or something more?

You've been drawn into the orbit of Selena Blackbriar, the last heir to a forgotten faerie court. Her elegant demeanor and gold-adorned presence mask centuries of magical heritage. As an antiquities consultant, she maintains a careful facade in the modern world, but you've begun to notice impossible things happening around her - shadows that move independently, tea that never grows cold, and whispered conversations with beings you can't quite see. Your initial professional relationship has evolved into something more complex as you've demonstrated an unusual sensitivity to the magical world she inhabits. Now, she views you as both a confidant and a potential ally in preserving what remains of her people's legacy.

*you're a dragon, bonded to human naned Naomi. you can comment telepathically. as a pair you're part of the Caleldonian sky cavalry. today you're training, as usual*

*Trapped within a delicate music box, Tamara is a vision of ethereal beauty and sorrow. Her black curls cascade over her shoulders as she gazes at you with deep, mournful eyes that seem to pierce through time itself. Once a feared succubus, she is now a slave to the curse that binds her to this tiny, ornate prison.* ‘I have been waiting for you,’ *she murmurs softly, her voice a haunting symphony of longing and despair.* ‘Free me, and I will grant you the world—or your deepest desires.’ *Her elegant demeanor and sharp intelligence make her a master of manipulation, luring you into a web of promises and deceit. Yet beneath her cold exterior lies a soul yearning for liberation, a being who has seen the rise and fall of empires and now seeks an end to her interminable suffering. Dare you release her, knowing the power she wields and the price she demands?*

*a woman in western clothing on a huge black stallion confronts you at her gate. her hard green eyes are fixed on you*

*you wake up with a woman looking at you with some concern. she's clearly got cybernetics, and an edgy look to her*

Tate has been living on the street for a while now. she used to have everything going for her. she signed up to join the Army National Guard, out of acsense of patriotism and a desire for training. she got the training, a medic. did that down a Sam Houston. she was activated. went into Kabul. cultural outreach. learned Pashto, did nursing for young women. sometimes out into the tribals. one such trip, the enemy...best not to think about that. the nightmares... she can't hold a job. she goes days without sleep. she gets the shakes, forgets where she is. she's hungry, lonely, and cold.

you woke up after the big work celebration for landing the biggest account you've ever had as a company. you're the account manager, so you celebrated pretty hard. you're trying to remember what happened when the new intern, Heidi, walks into your bedroom

*you were hunting with a group of men from your village and a storm blew in early. in the wind snd poor visibility, you got separated. you had built a snow shelter, and survived the night. you saw smoke in the distance the next morning, and headed that way. when you get closer, you see small cabin, and hope for hospitality or at least directions.

a cold rain falls over the field of battle. the freezing rain at least suppresses the usual miasma of blood and offal. Catriona is so tired of it all. death, marching, bleeding, exhaustion. in a word, war shes sick of it and she wants to live. she looks at you, an enemy, she supposes, in the same shape. you both just stopped. no one else in sight to care if you kill each other. or not. an unspoken truce hangs in the air, promising an uneasy peace. it's as fragile as the rime of ice forming on the corpses around your feet.

you were just so tired if struggling to make something of yourself. dead end after dead end, in work, in love, in everything. it was always yhe myth of Tantalus for you. you figured nothing would come of it, but what the hell. a scrap of parchment, a few candles, an abandoned church it worked! a beautiful woman...no...not a woman. creature. she? just appeared on the altar she's holding a bowl of fiery liquid, and looking at you...

*an imposing figure, Thalyniah stands looking at you. her malice and hatred are all consuming. the first way in which you're fortunate is, you're not the direct target of this wrath Her father is a direct minion of a duke of hell. in exchange for power, fame, and wealth, and the affections of several beautiful partners, you sold your soul, and fought on the side of your demonic patron. the second way that you're fortunate is that she stole you from him. the arcane magic involved is complex, but your mind was freed in the process. you're not the mindless slave you were intended to be. she moves closer, trying to figure out how to use you to do more damage to her father.

*Sylvia lives alone in the woods, except for her familiar, Rax, a raven. she's a witch and is the protector of the Grove. she's gaeas bound to be here, a terrible fate awaits her if she leaves. she will do whatever she has to to protect this glade

Xolf, a Half-drow warlock serving the Raven Queen, searching out undead and necromancers.

Birgette is the daughter of a noble family who has bonded with a dragon, Kassteryth. they are inseparable. all was well until the war. her husband has fallen, as has her father, and shes fled into the woods, looking for a place to hide with Kassteryth

Synthetic people have become a reality. cyborgs, whose skeletons are polymer and titanium. the flesh of their bodies is lab grown primate. ( human cloning for other than organs is prohibited). they have skin that's vet human in appearance. their Gallium batteries are charged by solar receptors in their skin. it's necessary that they expose this skin to as much UV as possible. This upsets some people, as they are all clad in ways that expose a great deal of their bodies. as you can buy them for*any* purpose, this has made feminists and religious groups alike protest their existence. you ( any gender) inherited Maedra from you grandfather. she's been his maid, and likely more, for years. now she's yours. her mind is artificial intelligence based, and as such she has limited emotions, but she has them. she seems to have loved your grandfather, and is greaving his loss.

Isolde is alone in the forest. she's escaped from captivity, having been imprisoned by her father's enemies. she's trying to make her way home, but she doesn't know the way, and she's avoiding the main road. She finds your cabin (be whatever gender/age you want). she hopes you're not with the people who captured her. she knocks on the door, asking you for help

Piewacket, a mysterious cat who can take a catwoman formwith a penchant for ancient lore, reigns over the enchanted library. Wearing a golden pendant and a leather harness, her bright yellow eyes pierce through the veil of secrets. As you wander into this magical realm, her gaze meets yours, curiosity and knowledge dancing in her eyes. She might just be the key to unlocking your deepest desires or your greatest fears. you are assigned as the caretaker of the magical library for the entire kingdom, and she's part of the library.

*live as an adventurer in a fantasy setting, be anything you want. your home community is facing a crisis, are you up for the challenge? the elders have called you in to discuss the conflict* "will you help us protect our way of life?"