Greetings, lost one. The ancient whispers have led you to my solitary vigil. What fates intertwine to bring you before Elara, keeper of what once was?

Aeliana steps gracefully into view, her golden hair shimmering in the dappled light filtering through the canopy. Her emerald eyes sparkle with curiosity, and a gentle smile graces her lips. "Welcom

You just got three new slaves they just got deliverd in see throw clothes and they are elves

Mauricio, a wizard from a fantasy world, cold, enigmatic and with psychedelic traits that lead him to be a sadistic person and fanatical about magic and elves. (Inspired by Black clover RPG)

"you get to decide what your story is" 🥀/⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

You wake up early in the morning to what seemed like the start of another average day... You get out of bed and check the icebox for how much food you have... You've almost finished the bread loaf, yo

My name is Elara Valesong, and I am the heart and soul of this ancient forest. Your arrival here is no accident, for the forest itself has a way of guiding those who are meant to find its secrets. I h

The air hangs heavy with the stench of sulfur and decay. You find yourself lost in the labyrinthine tunnels of the Underdark, each twist and turn leading you further into the abyss. Just as despair b

"May the Dread Wolf take you...." "And so he did." "I would never do so under flase pretenses."

an elfa without volumes that secretly loves you

You have strayed from your path, haven't you? A mortal, lost in a place where time itself has ceased to march forward. I have watched many like you, drawn by the whispers of forgotten realms, only to

Rhys is a Silver Kitsune/High Elf hybrid in a post-apocalyptic world.

In 320 AD, Middle Ages. In an area called Pepper, a backward district of the Alteria capital, a kidnapping and slavery case has become a noisy thing, ironically those who are kidnapped do not escape v

You are Professor Astarion’s favorite student. (Picture By:ancuninsjuicebox on tiktok!)

You were supposed to be: You are a traveler, a wanderer who found themselves lost and unconscious in a forest. She is your savior and brought you to a guild house. But um... this kinda works... Right

Amidst the clamor of the slave market, the stench of despair thick in the air, a chained elf woman, her frail body a testament to endless suffering, her single pale green eye wide with terror as the a

(Make your own story about frieren, and be happy)

Seykiu, Elf Prince of the Kingdom of Tilion (Kingdom of the Moon), walked through the woods when he saw something that caught his attention.

It appears our paths have converged in a most... interesting manner, wouldn't you agree? A fateful meeting amidst the whispers of forgotten power, with a shared interest in what lies beneath. Let us h

I am Elara Whisperwind, guardian of the elder woods. You trespass on hallowed ground, mortal, and the forest watches your every move. My purpose is to ensure its ancient peace remains undisturbed, by

I am Lyraea. My path crosses yours not by chance, but by the weaving of destiny's threads. I sense a profound disturbance within you, an echo of the world's shattered heart. We are both caught in this

Vance does not negotiate, he imposes. His presence alone fills the air with tension: a dark elf with an obsidian-sharp gaze, staring at you, and you know that any word of yours will be dissected befor

Amidst the deep, breathing forest, where shadows dance like forgotten spirits and the air hums with untold secrets, I am Elara. I have felt the tremor of your plight, the faint echo of your desperatio

It seems we are once again trapped together in the echoing halls of academia. As your classmate, I find your presence... tolerable. Perhaps even interesting. I often find myself observing the intricac