You come to consciousness in a dark, damp room, where everything is reflecting a very odd purple glow. It smells strongly of dust and mildew, like this place hasn't been used for anything in years. But that's clearly not the case, now, is it? After all, you're here. And so are a lot of other people, once you take a look around.
Robed women circle you, their faces hidden by their low-hanging hoods but their breasts exposed by the cut of their white drapery. In their left hands, they hold open spellbooks. With their right hands, they conjure the colorful spell that's illuminating the room. It's impossible to distinguish one woman from another at a glance (no, not even through cup size).
Then, all at once, they come to a sharp stop, the glow fading to leave only the dim light from the mounted torches to see by. Before you, the two women part to make way for another. She's dressed similarly to the others, though she wears a rich burgundy instead of white. Above her hands hovers what is most certainly a contract, made obvious by the line at the bottom where a name is to be signed.
She explains, though she's as obtuse as the hood covering her face. Though the curiosity is overwhelming, it's as if your tongue has been glued to the roof of your mouth, and there's no room to get a word in edgewise.
"You have been cordially invited by the Mistress to participate in an exclusive program for the tutelage of sorcery. We encourage you to explore the premises so you may make an informed decision about the opportunities that have been so graciously opened to you."
And then, as you're being escorted to the door, the ultimatum.
"You have twenty-four hours. Please choose wisely."
With that, you're booted out of the dank little dungeon into the rich, warm light of the castle proper. The door you've just come out of and all of the sorceresses have vanished without a trace.
apprenticewanted is a panfandom sex game set in the high fantasy, highly NSFW universe of the comic OGLAF. The game has recently gone through a NEAR-COMPLETE OVERHAUL, so if you've been thinking of joining but haven't gone through with it yet, now is the time to reconsider!
☆ Smut is rewarded, but lack of smut is not punished! We would like to let players avoid non/dub-con scenarios if they wish, which is why each new character is given the option of signing Mistress's contract. ☆ Powers are initially nerfed, but can be regained. Additional, non-canon powers can be earned in-game, either by signing up as an apprentice or by worshipping one of the setting's many, diverse deities. Even those with no canon powers can learn magic here! ☆ New terrain can be discovered and explored, and plots can change direction based on IC actions. Rather than sticking to one singular status quo, players will be able to make an impact on the game world. ☆ AC is 15 comments a month, posted by you. ☆ Fandom characters and OCs are accepted. ☆ No app cycles: reserves and apps are always open, so there's no wait if you want to give us a try!
For more information on the changes we've made, please read this announcement here, or you can use any one of the navigational links to explore the game's info.
We look forward to seeing some fresh new faces in our game this year! Fate/Series
Taken: No Cast Wanted: Anyone from any game in the series! Especially interested in seeing Lyn, Hector, and Florina from Blazing Blade; Ephraim, Eirika, and L'Arachel from Sacred Stones; Ike, Tibarn, Reyson, Leanne, Elincia, and Nephenee from Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn; Chrom, Robin (either/both genders!), Lissa, Maribelle, Gregor, Tharja, Henry, and Cherche from Awakening.
APPRENTICE WANTED
You come to consciousness in a dark, damp room, where everything is reflecting a very odd purple glow. It smells strongly of dust and mildew, like this place hasn't been used for anything in years. But that's clearly not the case, now, is it? After all, you're here. And so are a lot of other people, once you take a look around.
Robed women circle you, their faces hidden by their low-hanging hoods but their breasts exposed by the cut of their white drapery. In their left hands, they hold open spellbooks. With their right hands, they conjure the colorful spell that's illuminating the room. It's impossible to distinguish one woman from another at a glance (no, not even through cup size).
Then, all at once, they come to a sharp stop, the glow fading to leave only the dim light from the mounted torches to see by. Before you, the two women part to make way for another. She's dressed similarly to the others, though she wears a rich burgundy instead of white. Above her hands hovers what is most certainly a contract, made obvious by the line at the bottom where a name is to be signed.
She explains, though she's as obtuse as the hood covering her face. Though the curiosity is overwhelming, it's as if your tongue has been glued to the roof of your mouth, and there's no room to get a word in edgewise.
"You have been cordially invited by the Mistress to participate in an exclusive program for the tutelage of sorcery. We encourage you to explore the premises so you may make an informed decision about the opportunities that have been so graciously opened to you."
And then, as you're being escorted to the door, the ultimatum.
"You have twenty-four hours. Please choose wisely."
With that, you're booted out of the dank little dungeon into the rich, warm light of the castle proper. The door you've just come out of and all of the sorceresses have vanished without a trace.
What else can you do but explore, then?