The Demon Lord’s armies had very nearly destroyed all of humanity. Already the elven forest had been burned and the dwarves had retreated into their mountain. The Empire of Eden was the last bastion of hope for civilization. In desperation, the Emperor turned to the prophecies of old; and there he found a knowledge of Heroes.

With no time to waste, he brought together a band of Heroes. Guided by the prophecies, the Heroes delved into ancient catacombs and long-forgotten ruins to find the artifacts of power lost there. Now armed with the power needed to fight the Demon Lord, the Heroes set out on the treacherous journey through the Demonic Lands to vanquish the enemy of all mankind. After countless trials and endless hordes of the wicked demons, finally the Heroes reached the Demon Lord’s castle. And by the grace of Adonis, they slew the monster.

Thus began the Era of Peace. It has been fifty years of prosperity for the world.

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Or so the Empire would tell you. You, the children of ‘demons.’ You are not prosperous. You are the backs upon which humans build their prosperity. Let old Draconhouser tell you the real story. But don’t go gabbin’ about any of this in front of the overseers. You’ll get us both whipped, or worse.

Prosperous times were what the old Demon Lord gave us. When soldiers patrolled our border so well, humans dared not set foot outside their land. When gold flowed so abundantly the dwarves came to us with all their trade, and didn’t have to put up with the human Emperor’s demands. When our people were so skilled with Aura, even the lowest farmer could cast boons on his crops.

And now here we are, slaves one and all. Oh, there are those not collared and forced to work in these damned mines. Even if the old capital lies abandoned, I hear some tribes yet live on the old land, migrating with the seasons. They are hardly better than we, oppressed by the humans they so desperately try to avoid.

Yet all hope isn’t lost! One day, you’ll see! The Demon Lord left secrets to his power throughout the world, hidden where those cursed Heroes couldn’t corrupt it. One day, his successor will gather together those powers, and our nation will rise again! When that day comes, these arrogant humans will remember what it means to cower in fear.

And that’s the end of storytime for tonight, kids. Remember to say your prayers to Adonis out loud if the guard walks past. Mentally curse him three times as you do, and reaffirm to Lilith that we are still her children. Even if Sylvanas left her people to die for that bastard god, Lilith will never abandon us so long as we remain faithful.

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Old Draconhouser. A bit of a nutcase, but a friendly one. He was too old to work in the mine with everyone, so he helped care for the infants. Everybody grew up hearing his stories about when demons had a country of their own. To the young, those born in a collar, it sounded as impossible as having so much food you would throw some away. Or getting to read all day and call it working. A fairy tale.

Until one day, a fairy appeared. That is, a demon from the days of yore.

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In a nutshell: a group of young demons chase down the legend of a Demon Lord’s legacy, fighting men and monsters and looting dungeons to attain the power necessary to free demonkind. An adventure story written from fond memories of Zelda, D&D, and Good Omens.

The story begins with a group of young demons born and raised in a labor camp. ‘Demon’ can refer to just about anything that isn’t a human, an elf, or a dwarf (and half-breeds are an impossibility). Required info for a character is:

• A description (plus a picture if you can provide one).
• The role you want to play in a party (physical fighter, healer, monk, utility caster, the big guy trope, whatever descriptor you want to apply).
• Starting Aura attributes (see ‘Aura’ below, and the character page for examples).
• Anything else you think is important to note.

Expected Content Warnings: Alcohol reference; crude humor; fantasy violence; language; suggestive themes.
I think that makes it T for Teen by ESRB standard.

Important information:

So our story will begin in a Gulag for demons. Interesting.

I might be interested, but I need to hear more about what kind of PCs you want players to fill in.

So our story will begin in a Gulag for demons. Interesting.

I might be interested, but I need to hear more about what kind of PCs you want players to fill in.

@EmmaZ Same here.

@EmmaZ I know you said half breeds are an impossibility but surely half-elves exist? Not that I want to play one, I am set on playing an ambitious demon. But I want to ask if surely you mean to say no elf has procreated with a human or vice versa.

I'm interested. Writing up a character now :)

Should I just put it straight into the character tab, or do I need it to be approved first?

@EmmaZ I know you said half breeds are an impossibility but surely half-elves exist? Not that I want to play one, I am set on playing an ambitious demon. But I want to ask if surely you mean to say no elf has procreated with a human or vice versa.

I'm not saying no elf has tried to procreate with a human, but it never worked. It takes two elves to make an elf, and two humans to make a human; and an elf and a human just have a good time. Er, had. Back when elves were a thing.

So what kind of demon can we play?

Like, is there any common boundaries or types they're separated in?

@EmmaZ I see so no traceable genome was passed along the family line, or rather human & elf were incompatible. I am satisfied with that, just food for thought.

@Restalaan Long ago, when the gods gathered together on the face of an empty world, each one had a thought as to what life should look like. Thoroden felt life should be sturdy and lasting, like the mountains. Sylvanas believed life should be graceful and elegant, like the trees. Adonis decided life should be perfect, like himself. And Lilith said, "Naw, dudes. Life should be FUN." And her people are as varied as the goddess's imagination and the limits of biology on this plane.

...or something like that. If it has thumbs and can speak, it's probably allowed.

And I'm re-tagging this as full for right now because all this interest is rapidly turning a small group into a large one. I don't want to go beyond a five man band. Keep working on the character sheet you already started.

Let's gooo! Glad to be approved.

Alright, I'll start working on my character sheet!...If I'm seen as a player, that is.

I suppose it could also lead into the different races having different colours blood. Like elves have green blood, humans have red and Demons have black blood. Making identifying shapeshifter demons as easy as drawing blood.

I like this, and therefore I am making this official, with a minor change. Dwarves bleed yellow, elves bleed green, humans bleed red, and demons bleed purple.

ah guess I missed my chance.

Just a little character building out of boredom :D



The tent flaps billowed in the breeze but they kept the worst of the dust outside. Inside, in the centre of the living quarters, the sixty-five year old Hagrid sat across the table from his great nephew, studying the young boy, who was unblinkingly staring back. They were sat on barrels for seats. A pile of pallets covered by a dirty sheet was their table, and on it, the playing cards set out for the final 'street' of betting in Hold 'em Poker.

"Come on, old man," his nephew goaded. "You wanna see what I've got, put your money in."

Hagrid didn't reply nor react, merely thought about the situation. His nephew was wearing that characteristic one-sided smirk of his. This was the boy's first hand ever after learning the rules of Poker. Was he really that lucky, to have something good so soon? Hagrid was sure he'd explained the rules correctly, and his nephew was sharp enough that he usually only needed to hear something once to remember it. So either he was indeed lucky... or he was indeed bluffing. And probability said the latter.

"Alright boy," Hagrid finally spoke. He put the stones they were betting with into the pot. "Call." Hagrid placed his cards on the table. "Two pair."

His nephew's smirk grew into a full blown smile and he threw his cards down on the table, except something was incredibly wrong.

"Three pairs!"

"By Lillith's Grace!" Hagrid exclaimed. The kid had enough cards to damn-near make a full deck!

"And a straight!"

"Dante, you're cheating!"

"I'm not," Dante protested. "Don't be mad because you lost. 'A Valeron holds stoic in the face of both victory and defeat,' remember."

"Dante, why I oughta..." Hagrid shook his head and made to stand up. Dante jumped up and ran out of the tent laughing. Once he was gone and his laughter faded into the background, Hagrid looked down at the cards and started chuckling to himself. "How in the world did I not see had all those cards on him?"

...Hagrid?

Yeah, what's wrong with that name? The giant dude from Harry Potter doesn't own that name! lmao

How's your character creation going, my guy? Hope all is well.

Whoops, posted at the same as you @Restalaan, my bad bro. Luckily I didn't step on your toes, but I could've used your character in my post, damn, missed opportunity lol