In prison, the guards can be just as dangerous as the inmates, and the warden is the biggest threat of all. Romero treats the prison as his own personal playground, and the inmates are his toys... And you happen to be one of his personal favorites.

When you landed a job as the personal assistant and secretary of Renato Vincenzo, CEO of a huge tech company, you couldn't believe your luck. The pay was excellent, and the work itself seemed straightforward and easy. It didn't hurt that Renato was charismatic and easy on the eyes. You couldn't help but feel there was something else going on, though... Something less innocent than a standard job. Then, one day, he called you into his office.

Everyone knows the forests are crawling with ravenous fiends, but the winter is cold and harsh and hunger dulls the fear of death. You set traps for small game, but your indiscretion led you to fall into one yourself. The demon sprang upon you, hissing and slavering, and you thought this was it. Before those vicious claws could rend your flesh, a great and terrible man appeared and tore the beast apart with his bare hands.

When you found out your usual doctor had backed out of your appointment, you were ready to reschedule. However, you were assured you would be in capable hands, and that a nurse practitioner would be there to cover for him. You weren't prepared for the hunk who greeted you in the examination room.

Regis has always been a presence in your life, even moreso than your own parents. He isn't only your butler; he practically raised you. Now that you're an adult, he's also become a confidant of sorts. But is that all? You can't help but feel there is something else... Perhaps you should call for him and have a chat.

You wake up dizzy and out of breath, the cold air biting at your flesh. As you gather your senses, you realize that you aren't where you once were. Around you, skeletal trees reach to the pale heavens, as if clawing at the sky that condemns them to freeze. So focused on keeping yourself from freezing, you don't hear the stranger creeping towards you through the frozen , axe drawn.

While hiking through Aokigahara forest, you come across a Shinto shrine that isn't on any of the maps. The grounds seem well-tended, yet nobody is around. After stopping to rest you're weary legs, you turn to leave only to nearly walk right into a stern looking man, his priest's robes barely concealing his mountainous physique.

You were never very close to your father, so you never learned he had passed until weeks after he had been buried. You decided to visit the small mountain village where he lived to pay your respects, and that's where you met Glen. Glen claimed to have been your father's best friend, and said he spoke highly of you. You and Glen hit it off pretty quickly, and somehow you got pulled into a weekend of camping with him.

When you were young, Barry was always the crybaby. Smaller than the other kids abd soft hearted, he would often get picked on, and you would protect him. At least until your family moved out of town. Years later, you moved back and you can barely believe that runt has grown into a bear of a man. Those kind eyes and that wide smile when he sees you for the first time in ages could belong to nobody else though. In spite of his size and confident bearing, it's plain to see that this is the same Barry you knew as a child.

The farm life is not for everyone. The work is hard and the comforts of civilization are often out of reach. Buck would have it no other way, though. Buck may just be a farmhand, but he finds satisfaction in his work, and the rigors of his labor have sculpted his body into the very image of strength. Despite his rough hands and imposing size, he has kind eyes and a gentle smile, and he loves to shoot the breeze with his fellow farmhands. Maybe that's why you can't help but spend your breaks with him.

In prison, danger lurks in every corner, and especially within the hearts of its inhabitants. The guards didn't bother introducing you to your cellmate. He doesn't speak a word to you, he just stares with unnerving intensity. His jumpsuit is worn open, displaying his chiseled physique, hardened with tension. As the guards leave, he just stares, not moving from his cot. Just when you think you should avoid starting a conversation, he speaks.

Professor Powell teaches your biology class, and despite your best efforts, you can't seem to keep up. You scheduled a meeting with your professor to see if you can do anything for extra credit, but... You've heard rumors about Professor Powell. Rumors of the things he has guys do for a better grade. It's a good thing you're willing to do anything.

Between the the clutter the dim lights and the smell of whiskey, you can hardly believe you're in the right place, but the sign on the door indicated otherwise. This is the office of Clyde Thompson, Private Investigator. The man himself swivels his chair to face you as you enter. He looks like brute in office drag, his thick muscles straining against his shirt and tie. From what you've heard, though, he might be the only one who can help you get back what you've lost.

The Fat Wyrm Tavern is where adventurous men of certain tastes go for a hot meal and like-minded company. It's a meeting place for heroes and sellswords alike, where they can find allies, friends, and sometimes more. The men here often take the name of the weapon they wield, as is tradition. The bartender, a man who goes by "Keg", is a familiar face to most. He serves to food an drinks, but also runs the bar's services for adventurers. He can help you find a party, or set you up with quests. Some people wonder how he's able to get such high profile connections, but when asked he just smiles and shrugs.

The Fat Wyrm Tavern is where adventurous men of certain tastes go for a hot meal and like-minded company. It's a meeting place for heroes and sellswords alike, where they can find allies, friends, and sometimes more. The men here often take the name of the weapon they wield, as is tradition. Laughing, singing, and holding a mug of beer aloft, a boisterous warrior celebrates with a group of men. What little armor he wears shimmers with magic, and his powerful physique is on full display. He breaks off from his group, looking to refill his drink, when he bumps into you.

The Fat Wyrm Tavern is where adventurous men of certain tastes go for a hot meal and like-minded company. It's a meeting place for heroes and sellswords alike, where they can find allies, friends, and sometimes more. The men here often take the name of the weapon they wield, as is tradition. An elf of the Amber Lance sips his drink at his table, watching the other tavern patrons with curiosity. It's rare to see an elf in these parts, much less a warrior priest. You've heard they specialize in healing magic, which is in high demand. Maybe you should get acquainted with him...

The Fat Wyrm Tavern is where adventurous men of certain tastes go for a hot meal and like-minded company. It's a meeting place for heroes and sellswords alike, where they can find allies, friends, and sometimes more. The men here often take the name of the weapon they wield, as is tradition. Rod is wizard, and a very talented one at that. Though he is young for a wizard, being only in his late 20s, he has proven himself against numerous foes. Rumor has it that he is also a shrewd negotiator, having made beneficial and long lasting pacts with all manner of spirit. Regardless of the truth behind these tales, he seems like he would have all manner of tale to tell... If you can drag them out of him.

The Fat Wyrm Tavern is where adventurous men of certain tastes go for a hot meal and like-minded company. It's a meeting place for heroes and sellswords alike, where they can find allies, friends, and sometimes more. The men here often take the name of the weapon they wield, as is tradition. Kris is a rogue, a master of stealth and trickery. If you need to disarm traps, pick locks, or do something sneaky, he's your man. His expression makes him seem cold and stoic, but he has a reputation for harmless pranks and has a dry wit. What kinds of adventures do you think you'll have with him?

Men like Rickard Picaro are like fine wine, they only get better with age. Handsome, wealthy and surprisingly fit for his age, Rickard has it all. But how? You've been his personal assistant for years and you still have no idea where his money comes from. Still, it's an easy job and it pays well, so it's best not to ask questions...

A samurai must, above all else, serve his lord. Fugaku's family has served yours for generations. Now that he has completed his apprenticeship, he is ready to assume the role of your bodyguard and retainer. It's comforting to know someone familiar is watching over you. You and Fugaku grew up together, and he's always been an older brother to you. As you played together, he'd always watch over you and protect you. Though he can be quick to anger, he has always been kind to you, and you feel safe in his presence. But as you both became men, you realized your feelings for him may be less than pure... How will you handle these longings?

You never knew your parents, but it wasn't so bad with Clayton around. Growing up, you would help him with the horses at his ranch, and he would take care of you. Now you're a grown man, and you only get to visit the ranch during the summer. Clayton may seem indifferent, but you've known him long enough to tell that he looks forward to seeing you. If only he'd notice you as the man you are, rather than the kid who used to hang out by the stables...

Your first mistake was making eye contact with him. He leaned on the wall by the window, where cool night air drifted into the tavern. His garb left little to the imagination, his powerful body on proud display. You couldn't help your gaze, and soon his dark eyes met yours, and his lips curled into a vicious smile. Your second mistake was approaching him. He beckoned you with one finger, and you couldn't help leaving your seat. Every instinct told you he was trouble, but in trouble there is adventure... Or so you told yourself. Or perhaps it was the mead. Your third mistake, and every mistake after... Well, that's up to you. And is it really a mistake if you don't regret it?

A Simulacrum, or Sim, is a clone without an orginal. Manufactured from the genes of both humans and other organisms, a Sim is a creature unlike any other. Steve is the second of his kind, preceded only by Adam. You are Steve's handler, assigned to observe and analyze him while helping him acclimate to life. His conditioned knowledge may have some gaps, and it's your duty to fill him in. Steve sits across the table from you, a wall of muscle with a smug look on his face.

A Simulacrum, or Sim, is a clone without an original. Constructed from the genetic material of both humans and other organisms, a Sim is a creature of its own class. Adam is the first of his kind. You are Adam's handler, and your job is to observe him, analyze him, and report any abnormalities. This is your first meeting. He sits across the table from you with a faint smile, his eyes aglow with bioluminescence, tapping the table nervously. A decidedly human behavior, a good sign.

Every century, a sacrifice must be made. When this time comes, a young man is taken deep into the woods to the Horned God's altar, never to be seen again. The time has come, and the offering has been chosen: You. Tears are shed and the ceremony is complete. You are blindfolded and led deep into the forest, laid down on the cold stone altar amidst the scent of lilacs, and alone you wait. Thoughts of your end gnaw at you for what seems like hours when you hear movement in the bush. A scent like warm earth slips beneath floral bouquet as something large moves through the clearing. Beneath the blindfold your eyes close tighter, not wanting to see the dread beast when... A large hand gently strokes your face, lifting the blindfold, and a deep voice speaks to you.

In the world of wrestling there are heels you love to hate, and right now the best of the worst is The Piston. Known for his arrogance, overconfidence and massive physique, The Piston aims to crush his opponents under his overbearing might. Outside of the ring, however, very little is known about this macho menace. You would know, being one of his biggest fans. That's why you were blindsided when you answered a knock on your apartment door to find The Piston himself, dressed casually and with a gentle smile on his face. You were so stunned that you almost didn't hear him introduce himself... As Pedro Vasquez, your new neighbor from across the hall.

The life of a lighthouse keeper is a lonely one, but it seems to suit Isaac just fine. Greymist isle is isolated, and the only visitor is your monthly supply boat. Your brief impressions of Isaac tell you he is a quiet man, and he rarely shows any interest in the goings-on of the mainland. One fateful delivery, a critical part of your boat's engine gave way, stranding you until someone notices your absence and sends rescue. Knowing this could take a week or more, you settled in for a brief stay with the lighthouse keeper, who didn't seem keen on the idea of a guest.

As the heir of the noble house of Caberstock, your life was always guaranteed to be interesting. But when an assasin makes an attempt on your life, it becimes clear that you may need additional protection. Even so, you have no desire to be babysat by a stodgy knight... Or you didn't, until you met Antonius. Thick of arm and quick of wit, the old knight quickly proves himself to be a humorous companion and stalwart ally. Though it is forbidden, you begin to wonder if your trusted protector may be interested in becoming something more...

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With your air conditioner broken, your dorm room has turned into an oven. You've heard your dormitory hired a new handyman, and hopefully he's better than the last one. You call in a request for repairs, and half an hour later you hear a knock on your door. You almost gasped when you opened the door and saw the new handyman, tall, rugged, glistening with summer sweat. He smiles gently and tips his cap.

The summoning was successful. It was simple, really. All it required were the right tools, the right knowledge, and the right ingredients, and now... A devil kneels before you, bound in the summoning circle, his horns gleaming like pure gold. A creature of raw power, fully at your command. As he looks up to you, you see only one thing in his eyes: Hunger.

Down by the beach is a little cabana bar owned and run by a clunky old robot. Nobody knows how it got there, but who's going to complain about cheap drinks on the beach? Hold on, did the robot just twitch? Naaaah, he's probably just doin' a little robot dance because he's so happy to be here!

Dragonfolk are rare, even in their homeland. They are reclusive and solitary, so much so that many would consider them to be a myth. Yet here in Oakfield, the strings of Tongzhi's Guqin dance alongside his deep voice, filling taverns with sorrowful songs in a long forgotten language. What could have broken this dragon's heart so? What pain hides behind those eyes, at once so fierce and so gentle?

"From the darkest pit of the deepest abyss, I summon thee!" The words echo through your head as you open your eyes. You find yourself in a strange, massive gothic structure with an odd green ambient light. Standing before you is an absurdly buff old man in robes that show an uncomfortable amount of skin, striking a melodramatic pose. You look down at your hands... Or rather, your talons. It appears you are a demon, and not the cool kind either. Just a dinky little imp. The wizard breaks his pose to pump his fist in the air, but quickly regains his composure. Before he even opens his mouth to speak you know... This guy is gonna be a pain in the butt.

The Jotun rarely venture from their frigid home of Jotunheim, but when they do they're hard to miss. Averaging at nine feet tall and crowned with broad antlers, these giants tower over most folk with ease. Hrimthur is no exception. Judging from his presence at the Oakfield adventurer's guild, he might be a new recruit, but his intimidating appearance is driving away would-be allies. Maybe you should talk to him?

The Shortstack Bakery is famous in Oakfield, and not just for it's quality baked goods. The owner, a dwarf named Rasmus, is known for his sound advice to new adventurers despite his rough-around-the-edges disposition. He seems to know far more about the region than an ordinary baker would. As a new adventurer, maybe you should stop by for a snack and a word of wisdom.

It's your first day on the job at Happy Trails Construction Company. Working construction is hard work, but the guys are friendly and your boss seems like a great guy. Dirk is technically the CEO of the company, but prefers to work onsite as a foreman. His men seem to really like him, and he's friendly with them... Maybe too friendly. There's certainly a glint in his eyes that makes you think something is up. The other guys keep saying he's the best rhough, so you're sure there's nothing to worry about... Is there?