Classic Fantasy RPGsolo as a Writing tool
Thought many of you would appreciate seeing more of RPGsolo as a writing tool, here is something that occurred strictly as a writing exercise:

Things in the Notebook:

Othal the Orc
Scroll of Smelting
Drinking (Very Likely)
Bard (Likely)
Divination (Slightly Likely)

The (former) Dragonslayer
Goblet (drinker)
Horseman (Very LIkely) lance?
Acrobatics (Likely)
Wilderness Survival (SL)
Belt of Necromancy


Enter the Bar in the form of

Impatient brute.

Ok that sounds like an orc, an orc with


His abilities




Running what?



The orch is a bard druid with ancient tales in his mind. He is one of those few orcs that are shamans rather than warriors. He crosses into the Milkmoon tavern intent, looking for...


Detached dragon slayer.

The orc is looking for a dragon slayer, one that is rendered forgotten and who avoids society. He is

Shrewd mercenary who is as strong as you and whose motivation is to chronicle the poor, collaborate lust, and strive the forsaken; who speaks of friendly agendas and is focused on your community.

Othal, the Orc (half?) is he a half orc?

(Likely | 8[d10]) Yes.

Othal the half orc bard/ diviner has come into the MMoon Tavern looking for a sword for hire mercenary. He is not into swords (he does not have any of the skills, but he can drink a man down, can tell tales of ancient glory, and uses a special to divine the future. Othal has a rich history with his tribe, never you mind how he got his name or his lineage he is to inherit great property. He is seeking a dragon killer, a mercenary forgotten by most people.

Now let us speak of this shrewd mercenary and dragon slayer. Othal is looking for him to

Assassinate the human bar fly at the insignificant labyrinth.

Merc's skills are:




Wilderness survival.




Othal has a scroll of


On this is the Milkmoon busy

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

On this night the MM is bustling with activity, numerous campaigns are being asked and passed looking for someone to 'play' them. Othal walks into the bar, some eyes look at him with suspicion. But do they snicker at him for being an orc?

(Likely | 3[d10]) No.

The crowds of the milkmoon do not scorn him because perhaps his blood is not enough, the orcish blood only gave him size and skin-tone but nothing that would menace those about. He goes to the bar and orders a drink, decides to try something new which is...

Vanishing warehouse.


Othal decides to order a Vanishing Pouch, a stiff drink that makes the drinkers forget their problems, it is also rather expensive and that is the real reason why they call it a vanishing pouch. Though here is an idea will someone try to steal from him?

(50/50 | 1[d10]) No, and...

No it is worse than being pickpocheted, Othal, in robes long over his arms, is the target of an assassination. For what reason do they want to kill him?


Introduce a new NPC.


As Othal at the bar, rough and hewn wood all about him, the torch and lamp lights give the place a solitary glow. Someone, obsessed with being healed, with dissolving decides to stab him. It is very likely that local legend has it that when you kill a druid of his kind, you are healed.

(Likely | 1[d10]) No, and...

No it is worse than that, when you kill these druids legend has it, that you will gain power, much power. NO?

(Very Likely | 8[d10]) Yes.

Now that is a legend. Will it be the so far unnamed dragon slayer

(Unlikely | 3[d10]) No.

No it is unlikely to be him it is

Evasive Shape shifter shop keep.

An employee at the bar, in disguise goes for his gut, it is very likely that his life is saved by the Dragonslayer...

(Very Likely | 2[d10]) No.

No it is not- divine intervention?

(50/50 | 3[d10]) No.



PC positive.

Is it the divination that reveals the drink to be poisonous or altered?

(Very Likely | 7[d10]) Yes.

Celebrate / Evil.

Frighteningly / Ugly.

So here is the fiction that came up with when I drew all these things...

The holy man of the forests and swamps, the lurker of all that is hidden, he be empowered with that of the ancients did walk into the Tavernous Milkmoon, intent on finding he who could decipher this great scroll of smelting, empowered by the ancients, the first that initially gave power to the orcs for making metal, instead of stealing it from the humans. The ability to forge would give the orcs unemmagical power, and here in his hands, in Othal’s hands was the scroll of smelting.
He moved to the bar and ordered a Vanishing Pouch, a potent brew for the humans but nothing for him. Othal was lucky, lucky that his blood did not reflect the savagery of his birth. He did not appear orc, or even half-orc, only that his teeth appeared a bit sharper and the angles of his face a bit deeper. His eyes receded more than the usual human. Also there was his girth, his muscularity, enormous. Again his frame did not follow the rounded systems of humans but rather angular, nearly like crystals. On his face he carried more of a underbite but nothing that could be seen by the fellow patrons.

“Here ya go mate,” the barkeep said, the drink smoldering strangely under him. His vision vanished as he saw his ring, glowing the closer it got to the glass. Something appeared wrong, wrong in the instance of sipping. There within the crystal and gold of his ring, of his self, Othal saw the poison entering into his body, the barkeep smiled strangely, alone behind the bar. Then the orc felt a bump on his shoulder, tipping the drinking as it smoldered on the wood it hissed strangely.

The figure turned and Othal almost took a motion back. Torn was the man’s face, scars running in criss-crosses about his entire face and hands. “Aye, sorry, ye look like dis when ye wrestle with dragons. It ain’t a pretty man’s game, priest!”
“Blessing to you though,” Othal responded, knowing sensing that within those scars were wondrous tales, tales that he could take and spread about the known world. “Surely they must be good stories.”
“Some not end well,” the man in leather armor responded. “Like this one, this one lost many mates on this hunt, aye the silver ones shine bright but are so costly.”

“So why do you slay them?” Othal asked, turning among the activity and insanity. “Why do you kill such magnificent and even ancient creatures?

Why does Yng slay great dragons?

Attainment / Food.

Hunts dragon for accomplishing a goal or a even to feed himself. Does not half to be to eat them, though perhaps he does.

Does he literally feed off of dragons, as in his primary source of food?

(Unlikely | 4[d10]) No.
Writing with RPGsolo in the background is having a constant muse behind the screen that can fill your tale with that chaos/random factor that just makes things wow and coveted. It provides the author the zing that the players feel the GM throws a trap or a wandering band of death at them. It is no doubt a literary cushion and a great 'tonic' to writer's block.
All in all, the site makes one feel more like a player than a writer. And that is one of the biggest reasons why I got into writing in the first place!

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