WritingPrompts

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[WP] You're a bard, visiting a quiet little village, when some commotion disturbs the usual rhythm of the day. The town is under attack by an overwhelming force. The defense is desperate, and is already faltering. You have only your instrument with which to aid them - So you do what you do best.	7
[WP] "The consumption of flesh for sustenance is a sacred act, to be done in solitude and reverence. If you expect me to walk into one of those damnable establishments and watch people callously desecrate their meals... Together? You are SORELY mistaken."	7
[WP] In the old days, the assorted Adventurer's Guilds were pretty busy. In modern times, however, they've been downsized in favor of the Monstrous Rehabilitation Program, which helps connect people of all species to therapy and education, and increased political pressure for interspecies diplomacy.	7
[WP] You're a warlock trying to become a cleric. One problem - Your demonic master refuses to release you from your pact, and the god you're praying to doesn't want to give aid to a demon's servant. But when the demon tries to punish you, the god protects you. Suddenly, neither will give you up.	6
[WP] The world is so peaceful now, there's little work for adventurers. Thankfully, adventuring parties have found other uses for the skills they've acquired, and have settled into new, more stable lives with less danger. One minor problem - Some adventurers have taken up unsavory work.	6
[WP] Your ship is an absolute junker - Obtuse in its design, many systems not quite functioning the way they were originally intended, cramped, and ugly. Most humans would hate it. But you? You love the damn thing.	6
[WP] The problem with galactic empires is their impracticality over vast distances. Your species' solution was simple - Take the vast distances out of the picture. By using carefully controlled swarms of satellites, you have made a tightly packed empire/fleet of Stellar Engines - Literal Star Ships.	5
[SP] Empty? Hollow? Soulless? No. Unburdened. Unconnected, untethered, unchained. Free. Unstoppable.	5
[WP] There's a particular school of magic that is incredibly deadly, rightly revered and sometimes wrongly stigmatized - Flesh exchange. One uses a chunk of their own flesh to destroy a chunk of similar size in their opponent. If one knows exactly the right bit to remove, it can be scarily small.	5
[WP] If you had your way, you'd be running a small shop by day and curled up by a fire by night. The world at large, though, has conspired to make this an impossibility for you. Despite your best efforts, you are tragically afflicted with greatness, and heroism, and far, far too much excitement.	4

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