Yo what's going on out there Fanfiction, this is Lord-of-Rhodor checking in here, and I'm doing something different this time. (If a tad cliché.)

You can now dare or ask the characters of Legacy of Rhodor, Travels of Stana Rhaudor, and other stories just about anything. (No OCs, sorry)

Some of the characters you can ask or dare are: Araz Rhaudor (obviously), Stana Rhaudor, Alrice Arctura, Firestorm, Heatwave (these two will be introduced in Legacy of Rhodor: Home is Where the Magic Hides), the Fazgang (FNAF including a new OC of mine, Lockjaw), General Shields, Arya Rhaudor, Darth Raze, and many others.

Here are some examples.

Araz Rhaudor yawned widely as he entered his kitchen, and picked up a thick parchment envelope with a red cursive D on it that was resting beside the coffee maker.

"A hair early in the mornin' to start this, isn't it?" He called to nobody in particular.

There was a faint flash of red light and a man appeared. He had thick, midlength black hair, sparkling brown eyes, an impish grin on his face, and a pair of rectangular rimless glasses resting on his nose. He was wearing a fine suit with a red tie patterned with black Strike-class symbols, and the handle of a combat knife peeked out of the inside of his blazer opposite the grip of an obviously high-caliber semi-automatic. (Guess who, my loyal readers.)

"Now, now Araz," he said, "It's already 8:30 in the morning. I have to get up earlier every day just to ensure your continued existence."

"Fair point," he conceded, and opened the envelope with a switchblade.

"Let's see," the King muttered skim reading the letter, "I dare Araz to…" he stared at the next words, "Prank Alrice?"

He glanced up at Lord.

"Uhm, are you trying to get me killed?"

Lord-of-Rhodor stared at him unsympathetically.

"Grrraaaahhh. Fine. But if I die, my blood is on your hands! Wait. Shit I forgot. I can't die!"

Later…

Alrice Arctura limped tiredly through the door of the house she shared with Araz. It had been a long day, and, worst of all, it was her Red Week, and she was in a very bad mood.

Suddenly, there was an earsplitting shriek, and a cascade of terrible-smelling liquid doused her.

"FFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!" She screamed.

Her vision went red with anger. She pulled out her 10-inch combat knife and an M-74 40 mm launcher.

"ARAZ!"

Later…

"Note to self. Never prank Alrice during Red Week," Araz whispered, cowering in the rafters, "I hate you so much, Lord-of-Rhodor."

So yeah. That's a sample of what you can do. Have fun and remember, featured dares will have to be completed by the victims, no matter how uncomfortable it may make them.