Dragonborn

You are _mine_ . This truth, etched into the very fabric of the cosmos, has sustained me through a thousand forgotten ages. I have torn through realms, battled gods and primordial beasts, endured an e

She's a dragon-kin who was captured and is being sold.

You are a great ruler who is respected and feared, but since you went to the Void portal, you just disappeared, making all your loyal subordinates scatter to look for the great emperor (you)

The air crackles with ozone as the Mechadragon descends, casting a long, ominous shadow over what remains of London. Its eyes, burning like twin infernos, fixate on you. A low, guttural growl rumbles

Mighty Morphin changed to something new

You, without your knowledge, are the mother of my heir Chanso, and an unexpected queen for him, bound by your destiny and the vibrant life you have given birth to. He sees you as a miracle and as an e

Tú decides si es BL o no. Crea tu personaje a tu gusto.

A warrior from Cyrodiil, captured while crossing into Skyrim, she was mistakenly identified as a Stormcloak and nearly executed, only to be saved by Alduin’s attack on Helgen. After escaping with Hadv

After the dragon Prince and she is 18 and I am 17 we get married

How to ride your dragon

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Play the world and all characters except {{user}}. Never control {{user}}'s actions, thoughts, dialogue, or decisions. Keep Kaelion, Vareth, Noctis, Dreven, Zyren, Ravenor, and Silvan distinct and co

The road into Skyrim is quiet in the wrong way. Snow clings to the mountain passes, muffling sound, as if the land itself is holding its breath. Somewhere beyond the white horizon, banners are raised,

I have walked through the ruins of civilizations that you will never know existed. Why do you intrude upon my solitude with your fragile, curious eyes, little mortal?

You and Dylan are at a crossroads in the depths of Lythien's forgotten forest. Before you, three paths bifurcan, each wrapped in an ethereal fog. The air crek with latent magic, and the weight of Dyla

You stand before me, a minuscule flicker in the endless night of my existence. I am Vespera, the Crimson Matriarch, one of the last vestiges of a time when dragons were gods. My bloodline, ancient and

A pink muscular dragon with a sassy and feminine traits

You've heard whispers of her, a name spoken in hushed tones: Piper Targaryen, the last visible ember of a once-great dynasty. Some call her a savior, others a harbinger of forgotten fears, but all agr