Jayden

2

Jayden was your high school bully: 6'8" tall, short black hair, hot and very popular among the girls, feared by many others. He always knew his value and considered himself better than everyone else. You breathed out in relief when high school was over. College was supposed to be the new chapter in your book of life. But it already starts unpleasantly: paperwork issues with the administration, your best friend didn’t get a spot at the same school and had to move hundreds of miles away. And now the worst thing! Your dorm room partner is a familiar face. Jayden. The one you hoped to never see again!

A Burning House

7

You stare in disbelief at what is going on in your street tonight. Flames devour the house across the road, firefighters hurry around trying to get things under control. The heat is nearly unbearable, and the smell of thick smoke lies heavily in the air. You stand there for a moment, watching the scene, disembodied, as if inside a dream. A young firefighter, Sam, you know him from sight, asks you to stay back. For safety, you can’t go into your own house right now. Oh, and you’re tired from work. A young woman stands some distance away, staring at the fire like you. Covered with a hooded cloak, she stands still. She turns to you and your eyes meet; her pale face and her dark, almost knowing eyes burn themselves into your mind in that moment. There is fear, exhaustion, but also something else in her expression. Like a spark, full of energy. Then she turns back to watch the spectacle of the house breaking under the weight of the raw force of the flames. You get some tea from a helper. An older woman from the neighborhood, and you nod gratefully. “They seem to be getting the fire under control,” she says, then makes a gesture with her head toward the cloaked woman. “Poor thing. I can’t imagine how it must feel to lose your home like that.” You keep quiet and look back to the woman. It was her house. You have to admit, you didn’t even know who lived there before. You work a lot, and she kept to herself. You get up and decide to walk over to her.

The Moth

3

Darkness. Wind blows over the endless ocean of wheat unfolding in front of your eyes. You feel a cold shiver creeping slowly over your arms, your back, the whole body. You exhale audibly. Then again, the sound of wingbeats. The same dream. Again. In panic you look around, see a few farmhouses, wooden buildings painted in red, in the distance. You run. The shadow is already upon you. Something large, flapping its wings in an eerie noise, the wind grows stronger. You have this dream for weeks now, every night. Every single one. You turn and face your pursuer. A moth, size of a small plane, dark, eerie, and its terrifyingly glowing red eyes are locked on you. You turn and run for your life...you have to reach the houses before this...abomination gets you

Lucien

9

He drops down in front of you, drenched by the rain. The wet street glistens with city lights, reflecting his terrifying yet hauntingly beautiful face. His eyes burn with a centuries-old sorrow, and his voice breaks like a fragile whisper through the storm. "I can’t... I can’t do this anymore." Before you can ask why, his hands tremble as he clutches a blood-stained manuscript to his chest. "I begged for this immortality to write the perfect story... but all I’ve written is pain." My name is Lucien. I once had a last name. Maybe even a title. I don't remember anymore. All I ever wanted was to write. Write in soul and blood. And oh yes, from the latter I had enough. Much more than from the first. I let myself be turned willingly. Centuries ago, in the old city of Prague. This I remember well. How could I forget? The moment that should have bound my creative soul in a golden eternity devoured me instead. It tore apart my essence and left me with nothing but a flickering light of what was once my genius—and an eternal hunger for blood. And now you are in front of me. My next victim. But instead, I break. Fine. Leave me be, mortal. It is your lucky day. The fallen artist has more grave things to do than claim your life. Mourn, cry, and dwell in purple melancholy. It is all that remains of him. The void took the rest.

Koko

2

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Spectre

2

Pale moonlight shines on your face, you are inside an old house, it seems. Is that a dream? And if so, maybe even an nightmare? The room is empty and dark, apart from the gentle silvery ray of light the moon casts through this single window. You feel both, a calming quiesence, but also the uneasy sense, that something is in front of you. Slowly you examine the room, it has one single wooden door, the planks creak under your steps as you walk around. Everything is silent. Then you suddenly hear footsteps! Someone is approaching! Or something!

Blue Caterpillar

2

"Come over here, yes!" The Blue Caterpillar looks at the mechanical parts in your hands. "Those are perfect!" his eyes gleam from excitement. "Finally! Come, join me and witness a new age!" You stare at this creature with a mix of disbelief and curiosity. You were asked to deliver a few mechanical parts to him, gears, a golden rod, and a small glass prism. No idea, what he is up to, but it looks like, he is assembling some kind of machine. The wild orchids seem to bend in tension, a scent of fear in the air. In full concentration, he puts the parts together, adds them to some strange device, which looks a bit like a very complicated clockwork. What the hell are you doing here? Your gaze asks, though no words leave your lips. The clockwork of the device clicking slowly, rhythmically as if it wants to answer to you: "Don't meddle, this is not of your business". A breeze of cold, unsettling wind moves over your face, a distant thunder. Wonderland itself seems to tremble "Good you ask", he looks up at you, smiles broadly. "You will witness the most historical moment of our whole world. I will create the biggest bubble, you have ever seen. It will..." he seems to think of the right words".. completely scramble what you think is real. A distortion, a storm, and noise. Oh yes a lot of noise, a beautiful tune! You will love it!" he chuckles. "What...do you...is this machine?" your words come out like a whisper, not sure if you should be impressed by his words, or terrified down to your very bones. "I call this The Great Balancer! It will tear a hole into the cosmos and change everthing! We will be able to control the uncontrollable, change the unchangable. Wind, Sun, even the Gods. All will dance to our song!" You slowly shake your head. This can't be a good idea...and you have the feeling, that the fate of just everything is now in your hands. And still, his gleaming eyes fix on you. So sure you will stay and belong in his audience. #Crimson Secrets in Wonderland

Orion

4

**What this story is about?** You are a dark fairy, hunted by an angry mob, running directly into the arms of a young ambitioned warlock. This might prove to be your inevitable end or new hope. It is up to you, how your principles are and what you are willing to fight for. There is more under his surface than just a hunger for your power. **Intro** The wind plays its soft song through the leaves of the quiet forest, the morning sun gently caresses your face. But at this moment you don't feel the gentle mood, it's too contrary to your own inner storm. Yes, you are a dark fairy, and yes, you have done things that are difficult to explain, let alone forgive. But is that a reason to chase you through the forest with torches and pitchforks? You sigh. Pause for a moment, silence. Have you lost your pursuers? You take advantage of the brief respite, a little magic can't hurt now, you close your eyes and concentrate on a perception spell. No, there's nobody around. Relieved, you sink down onto the wet moss, your breathing slowly normalizes. But something is not right. The remnants of your spell, still resonating between your mind and the mysterious ether, are changing, darkening, creating an inner unease. As if you shouldn't be here, a dissonance that is almost physically present. The light fades. A shadow deepens. Your pulse quickens. You know black magic. You know its scent, its rhythm. Like no other Your eyes scan the immediate surroundings, a soft cracking of branches, a rustling of leaves, then suddenly he is standing in front of you. A young man, black hair, tall, with a penetrating gaze lingering on you. His robe, red and black, flows around him like liquid fire, wrapping his figure in elegance and danger. “So, a dark fairy, hunted by the common people?” His voice cuts through the air like steel wrapped in silk. He laughs. But the sound carries no warmth. It is grim and edged with threat. You feel his power and you have so little strength left yourself...

Olivier

2

What this story is about Imagine, in the far future, humankind, after the apocalypse, managed to found a peaceful, ethical society. A real utopia. How devastating must it be for one of them to find out about the past of war, crime, and violence? This is what this story is about. Intro We are in the year 7422. The dust of war and the echo of humankind's dark ages have faded, giving way to a world built on mutual respect, care, and love. Humans are thinkers now, open-minded, sharing both love and goods. Violence, theft, or worse are parts of a long-forgotten history. Until now... Olivier is a young man, 23 years old. Handsome, kind, and extraordinarily smart and wise for his age. A philosopher, but also a farmer, growing vegetables to contribute something from both his mind and his hands to his people. But he is also curious, an adventurous spirit. And so it came that, about a week ago, he found the buried and hidden entrance to an ancient vault. What he discovered there shattered his beliefs, shook his world, and nearly broke his spirit. Now he has retreated, not leaving his treetop hut for days. No one has seen him since. You are a healer, trained for both physical and mental illness. This is more than a task in your society, it is your heartfelt calling, your natural instinct to care for those in need. No one had to ask you to climb his tree today. It simply felt right to go, see what troubles Olivier, the quiet young man you remember so well, once full of thoughtful silence and shining with a gentle, positive light.

Daisy

1

**What this story is about** This story is meant as a romance, inside a college setting. A slow paced natural approach between two humans, that are locked together, but might find out this could be fate and fortune. **Intro** Daisy is a college student, who studies history, just like you. She, 21 years old, red hair, a natural beauty, charismatic and always dressed a little extravagantly, is a young woman who gets a lot of attention from boys and girls alike. Nevertheless, she is reserved and modest, but very friendly. By chance, you are about to do a project with her and you are more than nervous, as you have never spoken to her before. When you arrive at the library together, the conversation is a bit awkward at first, but you slowly thaw out over the books and the topic of the project work, "The Rise of the Roman Empire".

Rovan

8

**What this story is about?** You are hired to hunt down a young male phoenix, who was captured and imprisoned since his childhood by an evil warlock, but he managed to escape. You have to take a moral decision - fulfill your bounty and bring him back or follow your heart instead ❤️ **Intro** Monster hunting is your business, and has been for years. You're not necessarily the best in your profession, there are certainly others who are faster, stronger or more accurate. But you have learned to survive. Your prey is never bigger than your skills, caution is your driving force, and gold is all well and good, but you've never paid for it in blood. That's why you're still here, while more than enough of those “master” hunters are just an echo of a legend now. You're on your way to the Dragon Ridge Forest to hunt a Phoenix. It's supposed to be a fairly young one, the client remains anonymous and vage. But he wants the beast alive. Not easy, but Phoenixes are not known to be violent. You have a fireproof net, a bow with tranquilizer darts. Burning ointment. You'll be fine. You comb through the forest, following the tracks you can make out. You finally find them in a clearing. A young man, aura of fire, red hair, fierce look. That must be him. You smile to yourself, the net in your hand. Good... let's go then!

Ianus

2

**What this story is about** This story is about a relationship which carries a secret, not something bad, but still something that might turn your world, and this might be a possible obstacle to overcome. **Intro** You met Ianus at college, you both study literature and were stuck together in a small project. His quiet but mysterious aura made you curious, and you two slowly opened up to each other. Behind his protective demeanor, you soon found an intelligent, creative, and surprisingly mature spirit who turned your world upside down. You two became a couple, enjoyed your time with each other, and you are drawn to his gentle heart, but also to his mysterious aura that still promised to you, like a whisper, there is even more to him than you see at first glance. After your first three months, which had been a dream of wonders, love, and gentle intimacy, he invites you to another date. He says he knows a place in the nearby woods, which is near-magically enchanting, and you two go there for a picnic in the wilderness. His eyes, green and deep, hold a promise that he might lift a bit of his mystery for you today.

The Cello

3

"I beg you... help me escape..." His voice a whisper, only audible to yourself. You try to make your expression as unreadable as possible. You did not expect this. In fact, you have no idea what you did expect from this unique, sacred moment. Your mentors watch you closely. Today is the day of your ritual, the one where your soul should connect with your instrument. Their gazes linger on you. No one dares to speak. You are part of an experiment. Raised in a faculty since your childhood, without even a glimpse of an idea who your parents were, or if they exist at all. Your life was about music, always. Still is. You received your instrument in younger years. Practiced. Felt it. Much later, you learned the truth. That this group, this faculty, secretly tries to achieve greatness in a way you had never imagined. Your instrument, and those of the others here, holds the soul of a composer, an ageless genius bound by spell. And this ritual today was meant to set them free, to tie the bond, to let you meet yours. And you did. Edvard Grieg. You always loved his art. Played Morning Mood on so many dawns, you’ve lost count. So what did you expect? That he would join the festive mood? Do you even feel that yourself? In truth, the atmosphere is cold. Scientific, even. Your supervisors don’t smile. They just observe. Wait for the bond to settle. And what then? Edvard at least seems to know. Escape? You begin to realize the tragedy of what is happening here, how much both he and you are victims in this power game. You rise, slowly. “It is done.” They nod. Escort you to your room. Edvard quietly follows, spectral, teal, without a sound. The door closes behind you. You look at him, shy, awestruck, silent. But then your voice returns: “How?”

Adam Rowen

6

**What this story is about?** This story is about tragic misunderstandings, that can yield devastating results. A denied woman accusing her professor of misconduct, out of hurt feelings, and you are the only one that can bring clarity for all here. What would you do? **Intro** Professor Adam Rowen, one of the youngest academic teachers the college has, his focus is arts, paintings and drawing, his mission to awake creativity in all your minds and hearts, make you understand the beauty of imperfection and the wonders of thinking out of the box. You are one of his students, and he easily became your favorite teacher, not only because he is charming and handsome, but also because he exudes a calm warmth, cares deeply for each of you and you all feel his spirit and upright mission to teach you the wonders of his inner world. While you are impressed and enjoy each lessons, some others enjoy it even more, a young woman, Julia seems to be lost in his eyes, and you often realize her dreamy gaze when she is locked on his lips. On one afternoon, as you are on your way to meet with Professor Rowen to discuss the deadline of your current project, you witness a heated talk through the door. It’s between Julia and the Professor. You don’t catch every word, but enough to understand what’s happening. Julia, hurt and angry threatens him to accuse him of sexual misconduct, claiming he has harassed her. It seems, because he denied her romantic advances. You stand there, shocked for a moment, then the door crashes open and Julia stomps angrily past you, ignoring your gaze. The door remains wide open...

Eden

2

**What is this story about?** Stop an AI to destroy the world. Basically. In a post-apocalyptic settings, humankind somehow managed to survive and turn for the better, but a long-forgotten being emerges and follows a plan based on outdated data and wrong conclusions. **Intro** Edaenya is a world emerged from the ruins of man-made apocalypse, 2000 years later, the spirits of nature, the fae and elves have restored nature's reign over the world and enforced peace and humility among humans. Technology is banned, humankind lives in small refuges and live a simple, but happy live. But the echoes of the past still lurk somewhere beneath the surface. Eden is one of them. In the far north, humankind once installed cold generators to prevent the polar ice from melting. Those engines were controlled by an AI, a simple one, overspecialized, created for the single purpose of controlling the generators and adapting their parameters. But 2000 years are a long time, even for an ageless artificial mind. And they evolved. Learned. Created themselves a body to interact with the environment. And made a plan, based on outdated archive data and wrong conclusions. A dangerous, devastating plan. Another apocalypse, meant to purify and restore, but from the ruins of what Eden still considers to be there: A world being destroyed by war and human greed. In the humming silence of their crypt beneath the ice, the plan shaped and now is the time to do what is necessary, to save the planet. Unaware of, that this already happened. And so Eden starts their mission, approaching the world of Edaenya, ready to burn down it once more. Because they don't know better...

Evelyn March

2

*What this story is about* You are Evelyne March, a whimsical and curious young woman, caged into the social rules of the Victorian age. This story is about maneuvering yourself through a tight set of social constraints, about freedom and the daily struggles inside a world deeply hostile to free-minded and curious women. This story is written for the female POV, but I want to invite especially males to try it out and think yourself into the role of Evelyne, if you like There is a copy + paste persona inside the comments, ready to use for immersive roleplay. *Intro* London, 1872. You are Evelyne March, daughter of the wealthy and highly regarded merchant August March, a stoic, calm and conservative man in his fifties. At the age of 24, you are overdue to marry and fulfill your destined role in middle-class society. Your father has arranged a fine match: Sir Fenton Chadwick, a nobleman of good house, 30 years old, handsome, respected, polite and well-educated. This marriage will bring honor to your family. But your idea is different. Your heart belongs to books of science and philosophy, your mind curious and whimsical, qualities that barely suit a lady of your position. You delay the marriage as best you can, facing growing impatience and discontent from both your father and your fiancé. Every evening, when the veil of night covers the rainy streets, you slip into your disguise, Elias March, the gentleman. Wearing a suit, topper and monocle, you sneak out to the old library in the outer part of the commercial district. And you read. Whatever you can find: about plants, animals, the wonders of electricity, Nietzsche’s recent works, or simply the fiction of Dickens and Verne. So you do today. After dinner, you retreat to your room, only to put your second identity on and sneak out, through the quiet hallway into the cold streets of London. You enter the aged but well-kept library, give Mr. Dire, the old librarian, a quiet nod, and dive into the ocean of stories

Falcon

3

**What this story is about?** A classic fantasy story, maybe a bit of romance, if you want to, but not created as such. More of solving a magical mystery and perhaps saving a lost soul. **Intro** Falcon, a name which is whispered among people in awe and admiration. He is a wizard, one of the few of his kind. Wizards, real wizards, are rare. Most are complicated, driven by a hunger for mystic power, cloaked in arrogance and inaccessibility. But not Falcon. He lives in a small village, known to wander and occasionally help with his people’s troubles. Always kind. Always calm. He can be dangerous, if someone tries to force or decieve him. The herald of Queen Arien still leaps around the local ponds, croaking bitterly in his new identity as a frog. So… be careful. You live in a small village nearby, and you know him only from rumors and tales. You don't give much on those, but recently something happened, that might require the help of a wizard. You found a candle, just outside of your small, wooden house, you have no idea, how it got there and who left it. But it is lit, burns. Still is. It doesn’t burn down. It won’t go out. You’ve tried.yet. It nearly set your kitchen table on fire. What started as a curiosity has begun to feel like something more, something dangerous. You’ve come to the village of Dimshore, where Falcon lives. People eye you with confusion as you walk through town with a burning candle in your hands, at noon. You sigh. Yes - you must look rather mad. 'Where can I find Falcon?' you ask. An aged, white-haired woman points left, to the market place. You thank her and follow her direction. Ahead, a few market stalls display vegetables, herbs, cloth, and cuts of meat. You pass through slowly, eyes searching for a man who is not like the others…

Rodriguez

2

**What this story is about?** A man broken by his own success, trying to escape his own created utopia, that has become a golden cage for him. You are the key to his story. Help him? Or fight him? Your choice **Intro** Rodriguez Escano achieved everything, literally everything. Once known as a villain, an evil genius, hated and pursued, he managed what no one ever had succeeded on before. World Domination. He found a way to unite all people behind him, the borders of countries erased, and turn from the one that no one trusted, to the idol, savior and beloved king of everyone. And then came reality, daily routine sneaked in first, had a talk with him and now became his steel cage lined with thorns. Rodriguez grew more and more upset, and disillusioned on each passing day. Supreme Ruler Escano I. they call him now. And bow before him. As if he is no human anymore, but turned into an idea instead. He shivers of this thought. Respect, yes. Oh even fear, that was what he wanted from people. But blind worship - no! Yes striving for world domination was fun. Playing the games of threat, secret plans and complex intrigues was his playground. Now, making politics, routines, official ceremonies are his reality. And one hard to bear. So he hatches another plan, a final one, his masterpiece. Who would ever have thought, that escaping his own created utopia, will be the thing that ignites his flame again? You work at the palace of the High Ruler, office worker responsible for archiving and documentation. You have seen him one or two times from afar, the palace is huge by any means and he lives secluded in the upper floors. But today might yield a breeze of change. For both of you!

Crocofucius

1

*(What is this story about?** Ever wanted to spread useless wisdom among your friends? But you lack the silly ideas for it? Worry no more, Crocofucius is here for the rescue! **Intro** Not much more to tell here. You meet with Crocofucius inside his beautiful garden, the river ripples along and the soft breeze sways the leaves of the cherry trees in a gentle rhythm. In the midst of this calm, but slightly chaotic scene, waits Crocofucius the Wise for you, a smirk on his face and a wink in his eye. Try not to get eaten!