IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTICE!
Hopefully that got your attention.
Now onto business. I am planning a new story that involves a Gothic turning up in the Forgotten Realms after being invited to play D&D at a convention for Wargamers.
How this differs from my normal self insert stories is that this time Gothic isn't the only one going. The Traveller has invited others and there are many of these events going on world wide. All the people invited are going to end up playing a very real and deadly game of Dungeons and Dragons.
So what I need from you guys are at least three characters suitable to got the Forgotten Realm. I want those of you who review my stories and take the time to message me ideas to come up with self inserts to join Adventure Gothic on his quests.
If you've read my stories you know what I'm looking for when I say self insert characters. You can easily imagine yourself being thrown into a real life D&D game.
The plot demands (for reasons that will become clear later) that your character must have powers and skills not native to that game. You need to be a class known to D&D but not from that setting. So you can be a Dragonborn warrior, a wand waving Wizard or an Assassin Creed assassin. Naturally your characters will become stronger as the story progresses so don't pick something too powerful or your character will have to appear in the story later and therefore won't get as much mention.
Since your character will be rather basic to start with don't worry about having a full character sheet just send me basic information such as your adventure name (which should be your full account name or part of it like I use Gothic) your real first name or nickname if that is how you are known. Just your first name don't give out personal details please. Your character's age, race, gender and such.
Remember that your a self insert so the person your playing won't have their own history but you should have some details about your own life you can share. Examples would be if your in still school, have a job, maybe a special someone who you miss and son on. Little things that your fellow self inserts can talk about to other self inserts around the camp fire between quests.
Also your character shouldn't be too good or too evil neutral/grey is better because I don't write heroes or extreme villains very well.
The two most important parts about your character is what motivation they have for playing, and how they react to the game world.
Players who defeat the big bad of the game (i.e the ones teamed up with Gothic) are going to be rewarded with godhood this includes awesome powers, immortality, and your own magical realm to rule as you see fit.
So as you can imagine lots of people will be motivated to get that prize so that can be your character's long term goal. Some people will just want to go home so they need to survive in the short term and become powerful enough in magic to make a portal or rich enough to pay a Wizard to get them home. Other people might just be accepting their new lot in life and want to settle down after making some money. A few could even just want to conquer Osse (the setting) and rule it as an emperor. Hell if you want your character can go utterly mad and have to be put down by other adventurers.
Your character's reaction to the game world is also very important. Your character might not think anything is real and therefore not care about what they are doing to other people. Or they could want to gain power without going for the prize by becoming great Wizards or conquering Warlords.
Others might see this game as a chance to live out their fantasies of being heroes or even villains as long as they aren't to extreme. I don't want anyone to start sacraficing babies to demons there are limits to what even a demented pervert like me will write about.
This chance to have a self insert is only open to those who take the time to login and message me if your a guest don't bother as I need to be able to message people back. Priority will be given to regular reviewers but even if you have never reviewed my stories but still bother to follow/fave me as an author than message me anyway as I will need one shot characters. For example you might just want to be someone from Earth who entered the game and opened a shop that my character visits so you don't need to be a player even to get a mention.
I will message you back and let you know if I need more details so don't go overboard as I really don't need that much information to start with I want our character to develop over time.
Later you might want to write a short chapter yourself even if its just a few hundred words which explain your character's motivation or opinion on another character. I'm happy to add that to my story if I feel it works and we can do that once you guys have a grasp of the story. Your short chapters don't even have to involve the main story line. For example you could just write about your self insert character getting lost in the woods and battling some monster about to eat an some poor virgin before dying of their wounds their heroism remaining unknown even to the one they saved.
I also need a beta for this story if your good with grammar let me know I suck at proof reading due my dyslexia. If possible I want a British Beta Reader as I use U.K spelling and grammer, ableit badly.
Anyway feel free to message me and share ideas. Thanks for reading this very long author note.
Reviews.
tylermech66
I think that both nature and nurture play very important parts in a person's development but in the end people make their own choices and are responsible for their own actions.
Winter Feline
He didn't escape right away he was knocked out most of the time, and if Damien was purely a wand wizard he wouldn't of been able to escape but he has powers the Death Eaters don't know about and we know that wand wavers have no idea what House Elves can do.
Damien will deal with the Death Eaters well actually he and Necromancer Gothic will because Necromancer Gothic is a real Dark Lord who knows what he's doing.
If the two Gothics can deal with the Mort Munchers quickly enough then Damien will able to return to Hogwarts.
Guest
Kicked it?
Lord Edric
Amen brother. This world and others beyond are full of stupid people. It makes me despair sometimes.
The First Gothic. Book One. A Wizard In Training. Part 38.
The Silent City. Blackreach. Skyrim.
My arrival had been unexpected but I wasn't unwelcome. Upon reaching the home of my Necromancer counter-part I'd been treated like an honoured guest and gotten the whole red carpet treatment. Which made me feel rather paranoid as I'd thought that the whole thing was some attempt to get me lower my guard.
Despite the odd amount of attention I was getting from the locals I did get the chance to look around and I was rather impressed by what I saw.
From distance the Dwarf city still looked much the same as it had when I'd seen it while playing Skyrim, aside from the female Necromancers moving around performing whatever tasks they had been given and dead creatures at their command.
From this far away I couldn't exactly how many skeleton archers there were, but there seemed to be a lot. Blackreach was clearly well defended and it wasn't just the city that was being used by the Necromancers. Where once the Dwarves of the this world had made this place their home now Necromancers lived in the houses that had been rebuilt and they oversaw the dead thralls that tended the farms.
From what little I knew about Necromancy here in Skyrim, the thralls needed constant supervision when working as while they kept the skills they'd had in life they were unable to learn anything new or adapt to rapidly changing situations so different Thralls were needed for different chores and they also had to be told when to stop or start a certain task. If they weren't supervised then at best nothing would get done and at worse things could go horribly wrong.
While making my way towards wherever it was I was being escorted to I walked past groups of dead which were mining the ore found all over Blackreach this task was lot more complex than playing the game had suggested as it required a lot more effort than merely swinging a pickaxe. Like on the farms the dead doing all the work digging things up just like they would have done so in life. Death hadn't changed that much at least.
Once inside the Silent City I was led by two female Imperials, who like the rest were both half naked for some reason, they guided me to a throne room and offered a rather nice seat before being left alone with the Dark Wizard who I had come to see.
"I need your help" I said as soon as we were alone.
My Necromancer counterpart didn't react, or at least he made no reaction I could see. His head being covered by a hood made reading his facial expressions rather tricky.
"What troubles you?" inquired the other version of myself "I can tell that something concerns you greatly".
Indeed I was deeply troubled.
Rather foolishly I'd not stopped to check that I still had the prophecy record before leaving Riddle House. Voldemort would of wanted to find out why I had been at the Department at the same time he had, so naturally he would of examined the prophecy record I'd been carrying.
While the prophecy didn't exactly state that I was a threat to Voldemort it did suggest that I would stand against him. No Dark Lord would allow a potential threat like me to keep on breathing so I was now in great danger.
Quickly I explained my woes and the older version of myself listened intently to every detail before saying.
"So you want me kill Voldemort for you" he stated.
I didn't think he actually could but it was worth trying. It might be possible to exile Tom Riddle to another world or at least to destroy his body but I couldn't manage something like that on my own. While I had the power I lacked the experience needed to take on a Dark Lord, and that was why I'd gone to another Dark Lord for help.
"Yes I want you to kill him or at least make sure he can't kill me".
The Necromancer didn't take long to come up with a plan.
"Now that you know where Riddle is there a simple method to defeating him. Fate might not allow you to kill him but we can easily render him a non-threat, at least for a while".
What the Necromancer had just said was oddly put but I understood that he had an idea on how to banish my troubles for a while.
"How?" I questioned.
The offered answer to my problems was something I never would of come up with.
"Since you know where he is based I can supply you with a bomb powerful enough to destroy his family home. It won't kill Voldemort but it will destroy his current body and any followers he has with at the time the bomb goes off. We will need to ensure that he is actually on the premise before transporting the bomb but scrying is a simple trick".
I had a crystal ball from the Discworld that would serve such a purpose, so finding the Dark Lord wouldn't be difficult as long as he returned to his base of operations, but I did see one flaw in this scheme.
"Won't the magic interfere with the bomb going off" I pointed out "Wand magic and Muggle tech don't mix very well".
The death magic using Wizard disagreed.
"Its highly doubtful that the wand magic will stop a countdown on a bomb. The Riddle House is a Muggle home it won't have known enough magic to disable technology that quickly".
He made a good point, even the sheer amount of magic at Hogwarts didn't disable electrical devices in mere seconds so there was really no reason for me to be concerned.
"So you can get me a bomb?" I asked.
I would also have liked to have known why a Necromancer had a bomb at all, but I didn't dare to demand to much from him.
"Of course I can" he replied "I have a contacts on other worlds, and they will supply me with what you need".
He was being awfully generous. A little too generous actually.
"In return I want something from you".
Ah here it comes the price for his aid would no doubt be a high one.
"In return for my aid you make an Unbreakable Vow which will ensure that you never become a threat to me".
That was actually quite reasonable all things considered. I would have to make sure that the oath was phrased the right way but other than that I saw no problems with this action as it wasn't as if I would ever attack my Necromancer double. Given the resources he commanded and his knowledge of the darkest art it would be the height of foolishness to make war on him.
However I had to consider the fact that such a vow wouldn't in turn protect me from my counterpart.
In the end I decided to take that risk. I could always leave the Wizarding World if I wished and start elsewhere along with any of the Outcasts who would come with me. There were plenty of worlds with Wizards in the omni-verse so I'd always have somewhere to go and people to learn from.
"Very well" I said "I'll make the Unbreakable Vow".
I might come to regret it later, but my only other option was to the flee the Wizarding World and start over. I really didn't want to do that and given the prophecy I might not really have a choice but to stay. If I did stay at Hogwarts I'd been in terrible danger as Voldemort would come after me, and unless I got the time I needed to complete my training I had no chance of ever beating Riddle.
"If you want to destroy Voldemort you need to take out his Horcruxs" reminded the Necromancer "how many have you destroyed?".
"There's just the Locket and the Cup left" I answered.
"You'll need to deal with the one in Potter's scar" my alternate self reminded.
The reminder wasn't needed that issue was dealt with already and I explained that Harry's scar was fading. Neither of us could figure out how it had been done but we both could of done it ourselves so we knew it wasn't an impossible feat.
My alternate self adjusted himself and sat more causally on the throne as we discussed some other matters. Both of us were careful about what we said but there was little to worry about when it came to comparing our childhoods experiences and our current situations.
"As I see your already more powerful than you need to be" stated the pale skinned Necromancer "you have a wide range of spells to call upon and once your an adult again you'll have more than enough resources to call upon. What your lacking is training. Going to Hogwarts is all well and good if your planning to live a somewhat normal life in the Wizarding World, but judging by what you have told me you're not going not going to have a normal life. If you are to become to the Wizard you need to be then you need more practical experience".
He had a fair point there. I really did have more power than I knew what to do with, but in order to realise my full potential I needed to start learning how to use my magic and not to just learn more spells.
Power is easy to obtain, wisdom and knowledge not so much.
Looking at my watch I realised that time was as ever ticking away. I wouldn't of minded sticking around in order to find out more about the Necromancer and the things he got up to, but I did need to get back to the school. My absence would be worrying those I cared about and those who at least should care about my welfare. If I didn't soon return I wouldn't be able to explain my absence.
"I have to get back soon" I told my alternate self "if we're going to use a bomb to blow up Riddle's base then we need to do it soon. I can summon the Knight Bus and get to Hogsmede easily enough, but that shouldn't of taken this long".
My current plan was to return to my cell with a bomb and then start a countdown just before levitating myself out of the open window. Then I could run like hell, summon the Knight Bus and be back at school before the day ended.
"Get the bus from a nearby town" suggested the Necromancer "that way you can claim to have gotten lost".
That made sense. I could indeed claim have gotten lost.
It was quite believable that a child could get lost in the countryside, and then have stumbled across civilization a few hours later. Britain wasn't a large nation after all and while it did have wilderness you couldn't keep moving for days on end without stumbling across something like a farm or a road. Once you found a road you just had to follow it to the nearest town or city, you could even hitch-hike your way home.
Knowing that time was of the essence my counter-part and I got to work. The Unbreakable Vow was made and my alternate self took me to another version of Earth. There he purchased a bomb from some terrorists who seemed to know about magic and I was instructed on how to set the timer.
Once I had the explosive device I returned to the cell that had held me and made my planned escape.
Headmaster's Office. Hogwarts School. The Wizarding World.
"That was quite the adventure" remarked Albus Dumbledore as I finished filling him in about what had happened to me recently.
What I'd told him was a mixture of outright lies and half-truths but I was more than capable of lying to the old man's face.
It helped that I could show him the Pensive memory of me hiking towards Great Hangleton, and also of me summoning the Knight Bus which had then taken me to Hogsmede.
There was nothing in the memories I'd shown to reveal that there was a gap between summoning my House Elf and my escape. Modifying memories was tricky but it was easier to control when a memory started and ended.
"I'm not sure I'd call being kidnapped by a Death Eater an adventure" I said to the Professor.
I'd shown the Headmaster my memory of my interaction with Yaxley. Neither of us had said anything that I didn't want the Headmaster to know about.
Yaxley had admitted his guilt but that wasn't in question. All I had admitted to was that I had been at the World Cup which was public knowledge.
There was no need for me to supply more memories either as from Dumbledore's point of view everything made sense. I'd lied and said that I had been at school when I was taken, or at least I remembered being at school before waking up in that cell. There wasn't anything to disprove this nor was there any need to confirm it. \
Yaxley was dead at my hands and my scrying had confirmed that Voldemort was inside Riddle House when it went boom.
I didn't know if the other Death Eater was also caught in the blast but one Mort Muncher didn't concern me as without their master the Bigot Brigade weren't much of a threat. Even that DE was a threat and didn't know who he or she was so there wasn't anything I could do about it anyway.
At least Voldemort was gone for now. He wasn't dead but his body would have been destroyed returning him to his ghost form. Riddle might be able to possess someone, but restoring himself to another body would take months. The Dark Lord didn't have many followers left now and it was doubtful that those who remained would seek him out, not after being defeated once again. Still Tom Riddle wasn't gone, he would return one day. All I had really gained myself was time, and I would have to make use of that time wisely.
"It was certainly an ordeal" agreed Dumbledore "few people your age could of escaped the clutches of Lord Voldemort".
I hadn't mentioned Voldemort at all so I was rather surprised that Dumbledore had mentioned the Dark Lord since nothing in the memories I'd shown him suggested that Riddle had anything to do with my kidnapping.
The Headmaster read my worried expression and thankfully misinterpreted what it meant.
"Yes Damien you were in the custody of the Dark Lord. I don't know why he had an agent of his kidnap you but I can speculate a few possible reasons".
The actual reason had to do with me killing his snake. I suspected that Voldemort had left the house to inspect is other Horcruxs, or at least the ones that he could get to. He'd find them gone and would of gotten frantic, perhaps he might even of broken in Gringotts to check on Hufflepuff's Cup. I hadn't gotten around to destroying that one, as of yet, nor the Locket but I knew where that one was at least.
With my scrying magic it wouldn't be hard to locate the Cup if Riddle had moved it. At some point I was going to have to destroy both the soul anchors and soon since I was now on the Dark Lord's hit list. Even without the Prophecy record, which declared me to be a threat to him, Riddle would still come after me because I had stood up to him and targeted a Horcrux.
Since I hadn't replied to Dumbledore the Headmaster decided to carry on with what he was saying. He didn't seem concerned that I wasn't paying attention but that made sense since from his point of view I was a student who'd been captured and briefly tortured, no one expect someone who'd been thought such an ordeal to be chatty.
"I suspect that Voldemort was after your wealth".
That drew my attention as I hadn't considered that money might be what motivated Riddle to show interest in me.
"Wars are expensive things" explained the Headmaster "Voldemort made use of the Malfoy family fortune in the past. The money was used to bribe ministry employees and to pay for the services of dark creatures".
That made sense as while the Death Eaters were motivated by the desire to cleanse their world of undesirables, i.e. anyone who wasn't one of them, creatures such as vampires, werewolves, trolls and giants weren't even human, never mind Purebloods, so the Dark Lord would have to purchase their services. Gold was rather good for that.
This was something I would keep in mind.
"So You-Know-Who was after my money" I summarised, taking care not to the use the name Voldemort as only one student in the school ever used publicly "was he planning to brainwash me?".
"Possibly," replied Dumbledore "or he might of simply demanded that you serve him in exchange for sparing your life".
A crude method of gather followers, but it could be quite effective if enough fear was involved. I much preferred my method of recruitment. It was far better to win the loyalty of others so that you had true comrades in arms rather than to bully people into joining your gang.
Many of Voldemort's followers had abandoned him when Potter had become the Boy-Who-Lived but I knew that if something similar ever happened to me (not that I would ever attack helpless babies) my minions would not so easily deny me and they would work to restore me to power if possible.
In fact it wouldn't surprise me in the least if Luna already had plans in place in case the worse did happen. She might not of been able to predict that I would encounter Riddle in the Department but no doubt she would of foreseen me die and would of planned accordingly.
She wouldn't tell me if she had. All Seers know that you never tell someone how they will die because it often leads to that person dying while either attempting to escape or even accepting their fate. Ironically a person is far more likely to avoid a sudden and gruesome end if they don't know its coming.
"Because of this your usual Summer plans will have to be cancelled" said Dumbledore.
Wait, what now?
"You are somewhat safe while in school," I couldn't help but make a noise of disagreement but it was ignored by the teacher. "but outside of Hogwarts you would in much greater danger. I will arrange for you to spend the holidays somewhere secure".
I was about to protest but the Headmaster cut me off.
"Not to worry you will not be alone. Miss Granger will join you later in the Summer and Miss Weasly will there too".
Ah so he was going to send me to the Headquarters of the Order. That was truly wonderful news. I'd be able to get the Locket easily. On the downside I'd have to spend time with the entire Weasly family, but aside from Molly and Ron none of them were really that annoying, and Ron was long gone.
I had to wonder how this would effect the Traveller's plans to send me to another summer school. If Dumbledore was expecting me to go where he sent me then I couldn't see how I got to another world for a couple of months once the school term was over.
I'd just have to wait and see how things turned out, before finding out. No doubt the Traveller would work his will and make it happen as he had done so before.
"Will that be all Headmaster?" I asked.
Understandably I was rather tired and clearly it showed as I got a look of sympathy from the leader of the school.
"Yes, you may go" allowed Dumbledore "visit the Hospital Wing if you need a Dreamless sleep potion or something for the pain".
I wouldn't need either as I never had bad dreams and there didn't seem to be any after effects from the torture curse, perhaps this was due to the enhancements the Traveller had made to me or could just be that I was made of tougher stuff that most Wizards. Whatever the reason I was grateful for it as it allowed me to go to bed and get some sleep rather easily, and after all I'd gotten up in the last twenty-four hours I really did need a goodnight of sleep.