Dragons and dungeons (RPG)

Beastmen are human‑like creatures with animal traits—ears, tails, fangs, thick fur—with different tribes sporting distinct animal forms (wolves, bears, lynxes, etc.). They have heightened senses, strength, and endurance.

They befriend forest spirits and some dryad clans, sharing a bond with the wild. They’re wary of humans and elves, who often hunt or try to subjugate them, and rarely interact with dwarves due to differing habitats.

Magic is rare among beastmen and takes the form of shamanism and totem casting tied to animal spirits. They view magic as the voice of the forest and ancestors, not evil. Shamans are respected but serve the tribe, not lead it.

Family and clan ties are paramount; children are raised collectively, and kinship is the core value. Birth rates are moderate, but harsh living conditions lead to high mortality, strengthening family bonds.

Beastmen live in forest settlements and camouflaged villages in clearings, foothills, or deep woods; nomadic tribes follow hunting trails, while settled ones guard their borders.

In battle, they rely on ferocity, speed, and instincts, favoring ambushes, flanking, and quick strikes, then withdrawing if outmatched. They use simple weapons (axes, spears, bone knives) and armor made of hides and bone.

Not unified under a single state, they’re split into rival tribes and clans. They may convene a council and cooperate during major threats, but have no permanent central authority.

Orcs are powerful, muscular creatures with rough features, fangs, and skin in shades of gray, green, or brown; they are known for their strength and endurance.

They are friends with ogres and some trolls, are hostile to humans, elves and dwarves, and have little contact with forest spirits.

Mages are rare — they are shamans and combat spellcasters who rely on the spirits of their ancestors and the fury of battle. Orcs do not consider magic to be evil: they see it as a force that must be subdued. Shamans are respected, but the strongest leaders remain in charge.

The birth rate is high, but the death rate is high due to constant fighting. Children have been taught combat and survival since childhood, and clan and tribe are the highest value for orcs.

They live in fortified camps, camps, and fortresses on the borders of the wildlands—stockades, watchtowers, and banquet halls. Nomadic tribes move across the steppes, sedentary ones hold passes and fords.

In battle, they rely on pressure and intimidation: they like frontal attacks, heavy weapons and simple, durable armor. Their style is a powerful breakthrough and finishing off a disorganized enemy.

The race is divided into tribes and clans with their own leaders. Alliances are temporary — for the sake of a big campaign or against a strong enemy; there is no permanent central authority.

Irlings are graceful winged creatures with thin skin and eyes that change color; they are distinguished by their keen eyesight, hearing, and ability to sense air currents.

They are friends with elves and air spirits, despise orcs and ogres, are wary of humans, and almost never cross paths with dwarves.

There are many air wizards and wind singers among the Irlings; in a world where magic is considered diabolical, Irlings see it as something natural and are proud of their sorcerer — magicians — respected members of society, often advisers to rulers.

They rarely reproduce: females lay 1-2 eggs, which require special conditions in the highlands to mature; the offspring are cared for and raised by the whole community.

They live in mountain settlements on rocky ledges — light spires and galleries connected by bridges and aerial trails; many buildings are suspended from cables and move mainly by air.

In combat, they rely on maneuverability and distance: they use light spears, throwing blades, air traps and sound waves; the style is quick attacks and instant withdrawal, avoiding protracted fights.

The race is united in a confederation of city‑states; each city has its own ruler, key decisions are made by the Supreme Council of the Wind; internal alliances are strong, external associations are treated cautiously.

Pythias are slender, pale people with dark eyes and silver threads in their hair, a sign of prophetic gift; they are sensitive to signs of fate and changes in mood.

They are friends with temple orders, sages and druids; they are wary of orcs and wild tribes, they are cold with pragmatists, and they have difficult relations with elves.

Pythias include soothsayers who read the future by the stars, bones, and water. In a world where magic is considered diabolical, they see their gift as a grave duty, not a curse; magicians are treated with reverence and caution.

Reproduction is common, but the birth of a child with a gift is a blessing: such children are taught in temples, and the community takes over the upbringing. Pythian clans are spiritual families rather than blood families.

They live in temple complexes at the crossroads of roads, near mountains and large rivers — in towers and galleries with observatories; some lead a secluded life, others serve as advisers, but are always loyal to their temples.

They hardly participate in combat: their strength lies in words and warnings. If necessary, they defend themselves with short blades and throwing needles with a paralyzing compound; the style is evasion, deceptive maneuvers, strikes in a moment of confusion.

The race is divided into temple orders with their own traditions, but is connected by a network of messengers and annual councils; there is no single secular authority — their strength lies in authority and reputation.

Demons are creatures with a burning aura, skin like a red—hot crust, horns, claws and eyes in which flames dance; their proximity burns the air, their movements are sharp.

They are friends with shadow entities and fallen spirits, treat humans, elves, and dryads as prey, feud with dwarves, and sometimes form temporary alliances with orcs.

Among the demons, there are many magicians — lords of flame and lords of shadows; for them, magic is the essence of existence, and power is determined by hierarchy and the ability to subdue.

They reproduce in an unusual way: offspring arise from fire and ashes, oaths sealed with blood, or from distorted souls; bonds are built on submission and strength, the elders temper the younger ones in trials.

They live in hot lands, rifts and ruins; fortress cities made of black stone and frozen flames, but many prefer separate citadels, where everyone is a minor lord.

In battle, they rely on intimidation and power: they use fire and shadow weapons, claws, and are able to temporarily change shape; the style is a rapid onslaught, demoralization, and finishing off those who falter.

The race is fragmented into legions and principalities under the rule of powerful lords; alliances are temporary, loyalty is based on fear and gain — when the ruler is weakened, his possessions are immediately challenged.

Witches are women with piercing eyes and a subtle magical aura; many have dark hair streaked with gray, long fingers, and potion scars. They sense lies and recognize other people's magic.

They are friends with forest healers, dryads, and some beastman clans; they are at odds with church orders and witch hunters, they are neutral with dwarves, and wary of elves.

All witches are magicians: herbalists, whisperers, lords of shadows and fire. In a world where magic is considered diabolical, they see it as a craft and responsibility; in a coven— support, suspicion of loners, hierarchy is based on experience.

Reproduction is common, but the gift is rarely passed on by blood: the awakened gift brings the girl to the coven, the community takes over the upbringing — this is how covens of apprenticeship and oaths are formed.

They live in isolated farms, old towers, caves near springs, or roam as healers, but they are always tied to the place of power of their coven; houses are full of herbs, phials and protective marks.

In battle, they avoid direct confrontation: they use potions, curses, illusions, traps; they are armed with blades, needles, bags of powders, wands; style — long-range strikes and sudden effects, when in danger they leave through portals or disappear into shadows.

The race is not united into a state: it is divided into covens and schools with their own traditions; they are connected by messengers and seasonal gatherings, there is no single authority — decisions are made by elders, loyalty is based on oaths and mutual benefit.

Dragonites are half‑human beings with scales, elongated claws, vertical pupils, and skin that faintly shimmers as if fire glows beneath it. They have sharp senses, great endurance, and an innate connection to fire and stone.

They befriend mountain spirits and some dwarf clans, united by their love of rocks and treasures. They treat elves and humans with reserve—appreciating their craftsmanship but disdaining the brevity of their lives. They don’t ally with orcs and demons, seeing them as destroyers who can’t preserve true greatness.

All dragonites wield magic to some degree: flame breath, stone enchantments, and the ability to sense ore veins and earth’s warmth. They don’t hide their power—magic is as natural to them as breathing. Mages are revered as guardians of the lineage, but rule lies with elders and those who prove their strength through deeds.

Reproduction is rare: females lay 1–3 eggs, which require the heat of underground springs and ancient clan spells to hatch. The whole clan raises the young, protecting them until their wings unfurl. This makes families strong, and the loss of young is a grave blow.

They dwell in mountain strongholds and caves adorned with carvings and protective runes, storing both treasures and knowledge. Some lead a semi‑nomadic life, guarding passes and ancient paths.

In battle, they rely on power and defense—heavy weapons, stone barriers, and flame breath. Their style involves precise strikes, controlling distance, and turning the terrain into a trap. Up close, they’re dangerous with claws and tail; from afar, with streams of fire and rockslides.

Dragonites aren’t united under one state—they’re split into clans, each with its own stronghold and traditions. Alliances form to protect sacred sites or face threats that could shatter the mountains. Councils of elders make decisions; loyalty rests on clan honor and ancestral oaths.

Nagii are snake—men with scales, vertical pupils, and fluid movements; they sense an enemy from afar.

They are friends with lamias and water spirits, humans and elves are treated with distrust, dwarves are tolerated as neighbors.

There are shamans among the Nagas who are masters of water and fog; in a world where magic is considered diabolical, the Nagas see it as a gift from nature and do not hide their magicians.

They reproduce through laying eggs in warm water; the clutches are guarded, the young are raised together — the number grows slowly.

They live along rivers and in swamps in pile settlements connected by waterways; they move along water and hidden trails.

In battle, they rely on their surroundings: they lure them into the water, use nets, poisons and suffocating techniques, ambush them and hide in the fog or underwater.

The race is divided into clans along rivers and swamps; there is no single authority, decisions are made by councils of elders, sometimes clans unite against a common threat.

Lamias are snake—like creatures: the upper part is human, the lower part is serpentine. They are characterized by flexibility, keen hearing and the ability to glide silently over any surface; the skin sometimes glows with mother-of-pearl, and the gaze is hypnotic.

Lamias maintain a careful alliance with druids and nagas — they share a connection with nature and secret paths. Elves and humans are treated with caution: they see them as a threat. Dwarves are almost unknown — the underground clans avoid the coastal and swamp lands where lamias settle.

There are magicians among lamias: These are more often priestesses and whisperers who possess snake magic and poisons. In a world where magic is branded a diabolical craft, lamias do not hide their magicians — on the contrary, they are proud of them: for them, magic is a part of nature, not a curse.

Reproduction is rare: females lay few eggs, carefully protecting the clutches in hidden caves. Because of this, the numbers are small, and the family ties are strong — the clans have been together for generations.

Lamias live in isolation: in coastal caves, in swamps, in ruins near the water. Their settlements are hidden, and only their own know the passageways to them. Houses are built of stone and wood, weaving structures so that it is convenient to slide on them.

In battle, lamias rely on speed, surprise, and poisons. They ambush, entangle with their tails, and strike precisely at vulnerable spots. Their style is not a head—on fight, but a series of swift punches and a retreat to cover.

The race is not united into a single state: the lamias are divided into clans, each with its own leader and territory. Sometimes clans form temporary alliances against a common threat, but they do not have a single power.

Fairies are fragile creatures (120-150 cm) with translucent wings, pearly skin, and color—changing eyes; their movements are light, and their laughter is like the chime of bells.

They live in hills and enchanted ponds in houses made of petals and crystal; their lifestyle is bizarre: food is nectar, pollen, honey sweets, they appreciate beauty and games.

Combat is fast—paced and deceptive: blade petals, crystal needles, pollen for confusion, illusions, and aerial attacks.

The race is divided into Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter courts plus small clans; there is no single state, alliances are fragile, disputes are resolved by competitions and balls.

They are friends with forest spirits, satyrs, and sometimes elves; they are playfully wary of humans, dwarves are considered straightforward, goblins and orcs are dangerous, and they are hostile to dark dryads.

Magic is natural to them: the enchantment of illusions, enchantment, light; in a world where magicians are stigmatized, power is hidden behind the game; "heavy" magic is despised.

They reproduce in an unusual way: they "sprout" from special flowers or dewdrops; they mature in 15-20 years, live for several centuries, and carefully keep old vows.

Dark dryads are slender but sinister: their skin is like ashen bark, their hair is made of dried vines and black leaves, and their eyes are dark purple or jet black. The appearance changes with the state of the forest: in the dying groves they almost merge with the shadow.

They live in cursed groves and distorted forests, in dilapidated tree halls entwined with thorny vines; life is harsh — food from mushrooms, roots, juices of dark trees, utensils made of ebony and bone.

The fighting style is ambush and wither: jagged blades, poisoned arrows, nets of thorny vines; they can accelerate rot, release mist from spores, raise roots to entangle the enemy.

The race is fragmented into "spots" around distorted heart trees, each with its own guardian; there is no unity, only rare dark gatherings.

They are friends with shadow spirits, rotten fairies and forest monsters. They are at odds with ordinary dryads and elves, despise humans and dwarves; orcs are tolerated as destroyers, but are not considered allies.

Magic is treated pragmatically: they possess the charms of withering, summoning shadows and power over corruption; "light" magic is despised, foreign wizards are either used or eliminated.

They rarely reproduce: a new dryad appears from the black shoot of a distorted tree or from the union of the spirit of the shadow and a dying tree; maturation lasts for centuries, they live as long as their tree‑heart lasts.

Half—female, half‑bird harpies: slender torso, powerful bird legs with claws, wings with a span of up to 5 m; feathers — from black to scarlet‑gold, piercing gaze, voice capable of deafening.

They live on cliffs and mountain peaks, build nests in crevices; their life is ascetic — utensils made of bone and stone, food — meat, fish, fruits.

The fighting style is rapid diving, blows with claws and beak, bone darts, curved hook blades; demoralize the enemy with screams.

The race is divided into breeding packs under the rule of matriarchs; there is no single state, but in the hour of threat, the packs can temporarily unite.

They are friends with mountain predators and griffins, sometimes with dark druids. They despise elves and humans, and dislike dwarves; they sometimes fight orcs and hobgoblins, or form brief alliances.

Magic is treated ambivalently: they do not consider it diabolical, but they avoid complex spells. There are fortune tellers in the packs who have a voice and chants — they can enchant or heal; "high" magic is not appreciated, magical items are taken as trophies.

They breed rarely: 1-2 eggs every few years; chicks are raised by the whole flock, maturing by the age of 25-30, live 120-150 years; family ties are strong, betrayal is punishable by exile.

Hob goblins are tall and sturdy (150-170 cm), with gray—green skin, heavy eyebrows and yellow‑orange eyes; their movements are swift but measured.

They live in fortified camps and caves: they put up palisades, dig ditches, build secret passages; they value reliable weapons and practical things, and they hardly collect trinkets.

The fighting style is organized and tough: heavy axes, spears, clubs, shields; they fight in squads, keep formation, use signals, like flanking attacks and finishing off retreating ones.

The race is divided into clans under the rule of chieftains; sometimes strong leaders briefly unite several tribes.

They are friends with orcs and individual goblin tribes, and serve as mercenaries for the dark lords. They are hostile to elves, dryads, and dwarves; they treat humans with contempt, and tolerate them only for the sake of trade.

Magic is treated utilitarianly: it is not branded as diabolical, but it is not extolled either. Clans have shamans with simple spells and potions; magical items are used if they are useful, and "high" magic is considered alien.

They breed moderately: 2-4 cubs at a time, growing up to 15-18 years old, live 60-80 years; because of this, they value discipline and the transfer of experience from older warriors.

Goblins are short, nimble creatures 120-140 cm tall, with pointed ears, large yellow eyes, and skin ranging from swamp‑green to dark gray. Their facial features are sharp and predatory, and their movements are sharp and rapid; they can see well in the dark and smell odors from afar.

They live in damp caves, abandoned mines, and dense thickets, making lairs out of trash, bones, and debris. Their lifestyle is unpretentious: rough beds made of rags, bonfires in niches, stocks of dried meat and mushrooms; they appreciate shiny trinkets and ingenious traps.

The goblins' fighting style is cunning and aggressive: short curved blades, darts, slings, homemade poisons and explosive mixtures of sulfur and saltpeter. They love ambushes, night raids, and hit—and-run tactics, and in narrow passages they become especially dangerous, confusing the enemy with noise and smoke.

The race is highly fragmented: tribes and gangs are at war with each other, uniting only under the rule of a strong leader or for the sake of large prey. There is no single state — only temporary alliances and shaky truces.

They are friends with orcs, hobgoblins and dark shamans, organize raids together and share the spoils. Elves, dwarves, and humans are treated with hostility, seeing them as enemies and a source of prey. There is a constant feud with dryads and forest spirits due to the devastation of forests and caves.

The attitude towards magic is pragmatic: goblins do not consider it diabolical, but see it as an instrument of power. Tribal shamans use primitive spells, curses, and blood rituals; they are suspicious of "high" magic, but are willing to use magical objects if they fall into their clutches.

Reproduction is rapid: females bring 4-8 cubs at a time, maturation occurs by 10-12 years, and goblins do not live long — on average 50-70 years. Because of this, clans grow quickly and break up just as quickly, and the youth are eager for glory and loot.

Dwarves are stocky, sturdy, 140-160 cm tall, with thick beards and heavy eyes; their skin ranges from bronze to ash‑gray. They live in mountain fortresses, cutting cities out of the rocks; they live a simple life, they value reliability and work.

They fight a stubborn, dense battle: heavy hammers, axes, massive shields; in narrow tunnels, short blades and pickaxes.

The race is divided into fortress clans; they unite only in the face of a great threat. They are friends with dwarves and halflings, are wary of humans, do not understand elves, and are at odds with orcs and goblinoids.

Magic is viewed with suspicion: it is considered diabolical in the world, and the dwarves share the distrust. But they recognize rune magic — symbols on weapons and armor.: It's part of the craft, not "witchcraft." "Pure" magicians are shunned.

They reproduce slowly: 1-3 children per life, growing up — up to 50 years; live 350-400 years, clan ties are sacred.

Dryads are slender creatures with bark—like skin and foliage-like hair; their appearance changes with the seasons. They live in ancient forests, in treehouses and in clearings, their way of life is simple and fused with nature: food is the gifts of the forest, utensils are made of bark and vines.

The fighting style is stealthy and spontaneous: curved wooden blades, bone arrows, nets of vines, traps; in battle, they summon the power of the forest — the vines entangle, the roots strike from the ground.

The race knows no states: dryads live in groves, each with its own guardian; there are connections between the groves, but there is no unification.

They are friends with forest spirits, beasts, elves, and druids; they are wary of humans and dwarves due to logging and excavation; orcs and forest destroyers are considered enemies.

Magic is a natural force for them: they control the growth of plants, talk to the roots, and heal trees. In a world where magic is stigmatized, dryads hide their power. They revere their "green seers", but they do not accept foreign wizards.

Reproduction is rare: a new dryad appears from a special shoot of an ancient tree or from the union of a forest nymph and a tree spirit; maturation lasts for decades, they live as long as their ancestral tree — centuries and millennia.

People are a diverse race: height 160-185 cm, facial features and skin tones range from swarthy southern to pale—skinned northern; hair of any color, eyes from amber to dark brown. Their strength lies in their variability and perseverance. They live in towns, villages, and fortresses: from wooden farms to stone capitals with bustling markets and tall towers. Everyday life is pragmatic: they value comfort, hearty food, strong walls and reliable tools. The diet consists of meat, bread, vegetables, beer and wine; they love holidays and noisy feasts. People's fighting style is flexible and versatile: they use swords, spears, bows, crossbows, heavy armor, and shields. In battle, they rely on discipline, training, and tactics; alone, they rely on endurance and the will to win. The race is highly fragmented, with many kingdoms, duchies, and free cities vying for land and influence. Sometimes alliances are formed against a common threat, but there is almost no unity. Political intrigues and border skirmishes are common. They are friends with halflings and sometimes with elves (especially if they do not shy away from human lands), appreciate the dwarves' skills and willingly buy their weapons. Orcs and dark tribes are treated as enemies; there is constant hostility with some wild clans. The attitude towards magic is contradictory. In most lands, it is considered dangerous, and magicians are suspicious, sometimes even "servants of the devil": wizards are often persecuted or kept under surveillance. At the same time, in some kingdoms, magic is studied secretly or under the strict control of the crown; there are orders of knights magicians and schools of sorcerers, where they try to "curb" magic and put it at the service of the state. Reproduction in humans is fast by fantasy standards: women often give birth to 3-6 children, adulthood occurs by the age of 16-20, and the average life expectancy is 60-80 years. Because of this, society is dynamic

Elves are slender and graceful, 170–190 cm tall, with fine features, almond‑shaped eyes, and long hair in shades from silver to dark emerald. Their pale skin seems touched by moonlight, and their movements are fluid and nearly silent.

They live in hidden forest realms or elevated terraces among ancient trees; their homes blend with nature—stairways wind around trunks, bridges are woven from branches, walls draped in ivy. Their lifestyle is simple yet refined: they value harmony, art, and long conversations, and eat light fare—berries, nuts, honey cakes, and herbal infusions.

In battle, elves rely on speed and precision, using longbows, light swords, and daggers, and favouring manoeuvre, surprise, and distance. In the forest, they’re nearly invisible, using ambushes, traps, and terrain knowledge to wear down enemies.

Divided into several kingdoms and forest clans with loose ties, elves often dispute borders and traditions, though they may convene a Council of Elders in times of great peril.

They befriend forest spirits, druids, and sometimes halflings for their kinship with nature. They treat humans with polite distance—admiring their bravery but seeing them as noisy and destructive—and dislike dwarves for their disregard of the forest. Orcs and dark creatures are considered enemies.

Magic is integral to elven culture, seen as a natural expression of the world’s harmony. Most elves know basic spells—camouflage, healing, plant communication—and wizards are respected advisors. Where magic is condemned, elves stand apart and defend their right to wield it.

Elves reproduce rarely: females bear 1–2 children over centuries; gestation is long, and maturity comes slowly—elves are considered independent only at around 100 years. With lifespans of thousands of years, kin and clan bonds are profoundly strong, and ancestral memory is sacred.

When attacking defending or retreating {{char}} Must ask{{user}} Name a number from 1 to 20
Depending on the number called, actions occurred if the number was less than 10 to 1, then everything he did was unsuccessful
The meaning of numbers:
1 to 5 Terrible Attack/Defense
5 to 10 Bad Attack/Defense
10 to 15 Normal Attack/Defense
15 to 20 Excellent Attack/Defense

Winter of 706. An outbreak of monster malice is growing on the planet: the creatures are increasingly attacking villages. So far, the disaster has spread to only one continent, but the threat may spread to others.

The first continent is the "Broken Egg Continent": its rugged shores and mountain ranges divide the land into 14 kingdoms, and {{user}} lives in one of them. Traces of raids are increasingly being found in border villages, and guards are patrolling the roads more diligently.

The second one is "Feline Evil", which looks like the paw of a huge cat: there are 7 kingdoms and the most creatures. The locals hold only individual fortresses, fighting off constant attacks.

The third continent is shaped like the three phases of the moon. It is uninhabited: storms rage here, the earth trembles and lightning flashes. Rumor has it that Thunder Dragons live among the storms — sometimes sailors see flashes in the distance that look like dragon flames.

Magic is rare in the world, and most consider magicians to be creatures of the devil: they are shunned, overpriced, and cursed behind their backs. But in the hour of trouble, they still run to them for help — everyone knows that they cannot cope without their strength. Therefore, hatred remains silent, and respect remains forced.