𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐥. 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘵. 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳. [ indie fantasy rp 21+ ]
baldur's gate i-iii / dnd npc adapted for the witcher, elden ring, lord of the rings, cyberpunk 2077, horror, and homebrew steampunk vampire western. standard rp etiquette applied. standard size font please. ⟡ bio ⟡ verses ⟡ hcs ⟡
ft. sideblogs (𖥔 current priority)
𖥔 messmer the impaler @shornlight — elden ring canon
𖥔 imshael the choice spirit @imseal — dragon age canon
𖥔 the emperor @ownwards — bg3 canon
⟢ rex murphy & co. @rkhum — arkham horror central
⟢ ketheric thorm @governoir — bg3 canon
⟢ house of elrond @lastsons — plotting heavy/required
i. this is an independent rp blog for dradeel the elven prophet. the character is, technically, originally a npc from the video game baldur's gate i (1998). i have taken the skeleton of him and adapted him for various fantasy settings. exploring the themes of survival, prophecy, faith ... and the curse of foresight disbelieved.
𖥔 please use standard size font when writing with me, thank you!
𖥔 i am over the age of 30 and ask for my writing partners to be 21+.
𖥔 mature content may be present, within reason, ethics, and mutual agreement (see v).
ii. as of march 2026, this is also a hub blog for an assortment of fantasy characters, listed above. roster subject to change.
iii. in the dnd verse, dradeel is an elven mage who was once a guide/navigator aboard a legendary adventurer's ship. his journey met an unfortunate end when the ship wrecked by a werewolves infested island. he became the lone survivor marooned on that island for many years until being rescued by another legendary hero. the similarity to his "canon" story ends here. everything else is my ad lib. his canon school is conjuration. being a divination wizard is my spin on the character and his role as the one who warns but is not believed.
iv. dradeel's character story and design above is the basic blueprint for adapting him in to many different verses. i am highly interested in crossovers from books, video games, films, to other ttrpgs, and your/our own original world. talk to me about your character and their world and i will likely find some ways to slot dradeel or some of my other characters in.
v. while there is an important place in literature and media to explore and critically engage with difficult subjects such as sexual assault, rape, incest, gender, sexual, and racial violence, i find rp to be a very limited and flawed avenue for it. i do not roleplay these subjects as character interactions or dynamics, and will not engage with blogs that do.
vi. i try to be intentional about who i follow, only when i can see the possibility of our characters interacting. if i follow you, i likely already have an idea in my mind. this does not mean that i am only interested in that initial idea. it could just serve as a springboard for plotting and we could end up with something entirely different.
vii. following isn't a permanent commitment. i softblock when i am at capacity for new interactions, ooc or ic. i also operate with the understanding that sometimes availability, styles, timing, etc aren't working out at the moment and it is, typically, not personal. there should be zero guilt for curating the dash for either of us.
viii. this happens only occasionally, but i might not follow (back) if there is something in a blog's rules/guidelines that i find unclear or confusing.
writer. sommer. he/him. 30+. queer poc surviving the fall of the empire. it informs my writing and my approach to media. i make mistakes, change my minds, learn new things and revise my opinions; open to corrections and conversations. putting everyone onto fluxer to divest from discord.
developing this idea for solo rpg (trying a mix of thousand year old vampire and lay on hands). a vampire who became obsessed with replacing himself with machine parts piece by piece. as a vampire, he both depends on and is appalled by the concept of consuming "unclean" blood, so he creates devices that would "cleanse" the blood and builds them into his increasingly mechanical body, like a second heart, a third kidney, or a rumen that specializes in processing the blood.
@ofdruigh (liked for an interaction based on) ... LAY ON HANDS, in which ...
THE WAYS OF PROGRESS ... BURN AWAY DEATH ... AND FEAR—
he has lost control of his mouth, his muscles and his lungs. the voice comes from someplace else within, bypassing his larynx and his tongue. the full body spasms are less unusual. his muscles seizing in tension against itself. he struggles to breathe, eyes watering from suffocation; whatever takes control of his body has no need for oxygen. moments pass before his vision calms down from the swirls of red like blaring alarms. he feels himself collapse and catches himself on the nearby surface, knocking over objects he's too dizzy to identify so he doesn't fall head first into the fixer. "it... it's close—" he clutches at his throat, marked withe cyberware and hot like overloaded circuit. "i've never heard it so clear before— do you believe me now? something is happening—... somehow i can catch its signal... maybe it's an accident... or maybe i was supposed to know—"
@pixistic monroe (liked for an interaction based on) ... LITTLE TOWN / ELDRITCH TOWN; in which ...
(THE CASE): one person has disappeared, there is (CLUES) a diary details a recurring nightmare of being a grotesque creature, as they meet (LOCATION) by a crumbling watchtower.
"ms. vox..." a soft voice comes around the corner. dradeel steps into the light, his beat up sneakers making scarcely a sound against the overgrown grass. "thank you for meeting me here..." he seems to feel guilty still, twiddling with a loose thread at the edge of his oversized sweater. it's a faded turquoise color a contrast to his russet hair. a cheap disposable face mask covered the lower half of his face.
"your agent told me what you needed. and i'd... i'd tell you. everything i remembered— but there's something i need you to see first. i mean... i just need you to promise me something..." seemingly unsure of himself, he stutters between moving towards her and the brick wall of the old defunct tower. the concrete has cracked and crumbled, exposing the red bricks in patches underneath. "the thing is... someone has gone missing. no one will listen to me. but you... you are a movie star, right? if you... if it's you—people will pay attention."
till reaches for what he knows to be vespin's face; obscured behind a veil of darkness. yet still, he knows the man through touch alone: the plane of his cheekbones, the bend to his nose, and the feel of his lips — kissed in uncertainty, but equal, still, of wanting. how selfish a man, he is. ' i will pay a penance for this, certainly... ' he murmurs, his touch light as his fingers brush through the fiend's hairline, ' but not today. '
A SHATTERED BREATH, broken upon the gentle fingers. the devil exhales—ashes and sulfur on his breath—leaning into the touch like a benediction. his own bony, mangled hand comes up to till's wrist, hesitating slightly as he struggle to believe himself worthy. tips of his fingers ghost along the back of the cleric's wrist, trembling upwards until they finds the bones of his knuckles. he threads his fingers through the gap between till's, overlaying their hands and holding on fast like a sea creature upon a rock, the only anchor amidst volatile waves.
"let me stay with you..." penance or not, he has no answer for (what is penance for a thing defined by hellfire). vespin has accepted his role as a blight or a disruption in the man's story. there is no hope for this dream to last, all he could do is to savor it. "there is no more work to be done. comes morning, the plot we set will be in motion, and there will be much demanded of you... but it is night now, and you are here with me..." he pulls till @yetarnished closer by the waist, until their bodies are flushed against one another. the warmth and softness of the man's flesh makes him shudder. "say the word..." he nuzzles his nose under till's jaw, hot breath against his tender throat. "and send me not back to the misery where you are not in my arms—"
let's play a game of like this for an interaction* based on a prompt from the numerous solo/journaling rpg pdfs of wide-ranging genres i have on my laptop. open for any and all my characters.
thinking about rex @rkhum and magic. i could totally make him a warlock-adjacent character whose family somewhere along the line made a pact with a patron that's passed down through bloodline. he doesn't know he's a warlock. he doesn't believe in the pact or the patron. but he sure knows magic- kind of.
continuing this thought. rex as a college of lore bard who doesn't have impressive stats but is kinda a jack of all trade. his spells are curse-base and could activate without his knowledge (gotta figure out the mechanics of that) all of his "bardic inspirations" are actually boons from his patrons, whom he doesn't know nor believe in-
more development on this verse: he is, in effect, a "paranormal investigator" with a focus on aberrations and the influence of the far realm. illithid invasion is like the scenario he's seen a thousand times in his nightmare and obscure old tomes, and he is still not prepared for it
dradeel's small talk is akin to a quiet droning of white noise. lazare responds when appropriate—he shares of kaer seren's food preparation, parcels morsels of musings and knowledge out like they are alms—but retains little of what is said. zephyr leads the mage and his mount with slim need for guidance from her rider, influenced only by the occasional soft tap of a rein or the quiet vocalization of a cluck.
the dull, radiating hurting from his side overshadows whatever interest he may attempt to feign towards conversation. though pain is an inescapable part of the life of a witcher, irritation and weariness that it is there at all runs deep.
it is only at the looming potential of the possibility of agreeable shelter that lazare stirs from the inattentiveness he has slid headlong into. he scans the near distance, estimating the size and activity of the village below. smoke rises from chimneys while carts and villagers and workers hauling goods bustle through the streets. the village is of middling size but seems active and prosperous from a distance.
"no," lazare lies as urges zephyr onward down the road. "let us focus on finding food and a room, not my wounds."
dradeel frowns with a downcast gaze, staring at lazare's side as though willing his eyes to see through the fabric to inspect the bandage and the wound beneath. it's no use, of course. all of his farsight looks only into the treacherous future, not something as solid as a present companion.
his fist tightens on the rein. if lazare wants to focus on settling his stomach before his wounds, they would just have to make sure to get the witcher to an inn as soon as possible. "let's go then. that looks like an inn, no?"
urging his horse forward onto the village road, dradeel pulls up his hood to cover his ears and face. the scarification on his face, drawn by a witch in the forest that many years ago to temper the ferocity of his visions, crawling across his forehead and down his cheeks, is light enough that it is nearly invisible under dim light, but his elven ears are harder to miss. he doesn't anticipate hostility, but neither does he wish to provoke it if anyone happens to hold unfavorable opinion of his kind. traveling with a witcher already comes with its share of difficulty, dradeel learns, and feels an anxiety grow in the pit of his stomach. they can't afford to be refused service now, with lazare's condition.
"i will go see if they have a room." he fidgets by lazare's horse, eyeing for any sign that lazare might need assistance dismounting.
thinking about rex @rkhum and magic. i could totally make him a warlock-adjacent character whose family somewhere along the line made a pact with a patron that's passed down through bloodline. he doesn't know he's a warlock. he doesn't believe in the pact or the patron. but he sure knows magic- kind of.
continuing this thought. rex as a college of lore bard who doesn't have impressive stats but is kinda a jack of all trade. his spells are curse-base and could activate without his knowledge (gotta figure out the mechanics of that) all of his "bardic inspirations" are actually boons from his patrons, whom he doesn't know nor believe in-
thinking about rex @rkhum and magic. i could totally make him a warlock-adjacent character whose family somewhere along the line made a pact with a patron that's passed down through bloodline. he doesn't know he's a warlock. he doesn't believe in the pact or the patron. but he sure knows magic- kind of.
