Medieval Fantasy Roleplay Novels & Stories

EMERALD GREEN EYES GLISTENED AS THEY FLICKERED WITH A GREAT REALIZATION. Seated on his dark medieval throne in his grim stony castle, shielded from the harsh rays of the morning star was Jagger. Not long ago, the Vampire King sent Cora to find the bride but returned a failure. The Paradoxical Medieval Realm was a replica of the 15th century of the mortals' medieval time, a piece of a timeline broken and turned into an abandoned multiverse existing outside the current timeline.

Sending everyone else in the party apart from Damian some Absolute Defence Potions, Zen walked back to the portal entrance and teleported back to the third floor. According to others who had already completed this stage, the third floor was a battlefield mimicking medieval times with a twist. These people were fighting goblins, and the county was under siege. Players had to slay goblins with assistance from the human NPCs, but these humans were rather weak, so players like Liu Feng and Akiko opted to go alone. On the other hand, Sasha shared with Zen how there was no necessity to leave the fortress if he had a ranged weapon and a wicked aim.

Isolated in mind but sorrounded in physical, Emily sat on a log of wood as she observed the crowd of friends who were savouring every moment of fun they were experiencing. It was summer holiday and unfortunately for her she had been trapped in this summer camp deep in the woods with these people, she rubbed her palms bringing a warm feel on it desperately trying to calm her nerves.

Sweat glistened upon our brows, our breaths quickened, and the pulse of anticipation coursed through our veins. Step by step, we climbed higher, the kingdom sprawling below us like a sprawling tapestry. The rooftops grew smaller, the sounds of civilization distant echoes in the wind. Eventually, we reached a rocky outcrop, a sanctuary perched upon the mountaintop. With the medieval kingdom spread out beneath us, we stood in awe of the panoramic vista. The sun, hovering on the edge of the horizon, painted the sky in a mesmerizing display of colors. Hues of gold, crimson, and violet danced across the heavens, casting an ethereal glow upon the medieval landscape.

The colors of the room solidified, and the Innkeeper, still wide-eyed, slowly came back into focus, his mouth agape. I stood there, breathing heavily, the parchment still clutched in my hand. My mind reeled, trying to process the deluge of impossible images. What I had just witnessed was not a dream, but something far more profound, a glimpse into a future laden with peril, conflict, and an unforeseen destiny. The feeling of the magical rush lingered, a phantom echo in my bones. "Mistress?" the Innkeeper stammered, his voice thin with disbelief. "What... what was that?"

A faint scent of new cloth and perfume Ace seemed to favor. The first thing I saw was a card. Cream parchment, edges burned for effect, the handwriting elegant and precise. The Blind Maiden, and I was given the role of the blind maiden. I looked up at him, brows raised. “The Blind Maiden?” He nodded. “Our theme is medieval. Everyone’s playing a role.” “And I’m the poor girl?” I asked, half amused. “You’re the heart of it,” he corrected softly.

As breath-taking as the Zhangye Danxia mountains in Gansu, China. Faster than you can hit pause, the hills darken and become alive with the sound of… hoofbeats and wingbeats. I see an antlike swarm of all manners of medieval baddies: orcs, goblins, dwarves, ogres, dragons, black mages, rabid unicorns, dark elves etc. Every single one of them drawn to me through the game mechanic of agro. They basically want to erase me from the face of this virtual earth. They’re all that stand between me and Katey.

They all look ancient, worn and tattered, and they smell amazing. For a book lover like me, the whiff of old books is like opium to a drug addict. I want to stop a while and explore the bookshelf, but Lyall is pulling me over to the far end of the room. A faded tapestry hangs from a rail on the wall. On it, there’s some sort of medieval scene, showing a dark forest with thin shafts of starlight shining between the trees. Other than that, there’s nothing. No figures, no focal point, nothing in particular to draw the eye.

Because it’s pretend. Dungeons in games are designed in the players’ favour. The DM wants you to win. Dungeons in real life are not. The DM wants you to die. And you never get any loot. I should have had a magic ring for every finger and one for my cock the number of times I’d escaped death. Pro-tip: always roll need on a magic cock ring.

Based on his idle status in the game, he has been at the Tavern all weekend. “Well, why don’t we accompany you? We were going to head there anyway.” Vlad smiled and I found myself sighing as I nodded my head. I suppose it wouldn’t be a terrible thing because there were monsters between us and the Tavern. We were currently surrounded by a ruined forest. This level was known for more of an older style setting, just like something that would have been around in the medieval era. Since I no longer needed to be in the guild, I dissolved my guild status before we started toward where the Tavern was meant to be. Although I was no longer in the guild, we worked together to get through the different