The Call of the Flame, Book 2 (Chapter 1)
Project Overview
Not long after the Tribe of Gods shaped the world and enkindled the stars, the many races were led to name their lands. The plains of Human Wynland, the dunes of Dwarven Kanduk, the mountains of Orcan Workingar. And the three Gods--as unique in morality as their own elements, bestow their unique elemental magic to the few they deem worthy. Rhuadu—Chieftan of Gods, grants the gift of fire and strength, Duinna—Nature’s Guardian, the power of enchantment and alchemy, and Koannus—the Deep God, grants power over sea and soul.
Three there were. Now only two remain to grant their power.
The story centers on a girl named Bri, a barmaid and now, Chosen One, who carries Rhuadu's gift of fire after he was slain by her own father. With the companions she met along the road, she has to prepare herself and her country for the coming of Neradial, the Chosen One of the Deep God.
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(Warning: mild language, smoking and alcohol use, battle sequences. TV-14)
Rates:
As of now: compensation for recordings are at $0.17 per script line (essentially a half sentence of 5-8 words). Rounded off to the highest. Despite that, no role--even if it's 1 line, would be compensated less than $3.
As for singing parts, I will compensate at the same rate per minute of music as the composers, which is $9 per minute of music in addition to compensation for lines.
For example Bri, who speaks 169 times in Chapters 1 & 2 together (313 script lines), is $53. A reoccurring role like Ultovin would make $15 for his appearance in Chapters 1 & 2.
We will have a Patreon page, and the podcast will be open for sponsors. If/when it gains some traction, all rates will be put into review. But until then I’m going in under the assumption it’ll fall completely on me for funding, which I’m totally prepared for. Still, I want to be fair, but at this time this is the only rate I can promise—it’s also the rate for which I’ve paid voice actors before for other projects.
Above all, I want to work with people who love voice acting for the fun of it. I love working on this stuff and hope to collaborate with people who love it too.
How to Audition:
- Send them to us here, or at [redacted]. Subject: Audition for (character name) from (username). Send them as either an attachment or a link, but preferably an attachment.
- Make sure to minimize noises or bumps while recording. Only your voice should be apparent. If you like to filter or remove vocal tics, be sure to include the unfiltered version as well.
- Record in .WAV.
- Save as: cotf_username_audition (ex. CotF_Taruk_RubbishMan_audition.wav).
- We will critique if requested. We also accept redos.
- If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to e-mail us at [redacted].
Since this is an Audio Drama, all of the show's emotion and humor must be conveyed through the character's voices, so be sure to show off your emotional range.
Note: We value acting ability over a voice that matches a character, so don't let your vocal pitch deter you from auditioning.
We welcome auditioning for multiple roles as long as you can make each of them a bit different!
We look forward to working with you guys! Also happy to answer any and all questions in comments or as a PM. Or even directly sent to my email.
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Fantastic auditions thus far! Need more for Oriban, there are significant extra parts in that realm that I'm hoping to fill.
This will be a reoccurring part.
The first Incanteress of Wynhold, the scapegoat of all the crimes of the early Wynland Kingdom, an age of heroic stories and savagery--she was credited for the savagery. After she's had enough of playing both hero and villain, she fled to pursue other plans, knowing full well the consequences. As she grew older, the weight of the world, of the balance of magic has worn her down, made her more morally grey.
Voice: Light Irish accent, having faded over time in the company of English accented folk. Behind her, more than anything is frustration. Nobody understands the importance of her mission, or the depths of what she's trying to accomplish. She's capable of deep remorse and rumination, but also capable of being as vindictive and frightful as the worst of her stories imply. Quite possibly neurodivergent.
Tips: Morrigan is pronounced more like Marrigan.
[Tempest, paraphrased] No harm was done. I have done nothing but in care of you, of you, my dear one—you my daughter, who are ignorant of what you are, with no knowledge of who I am or where I came from, nor that I am more better than Morrígan, your humble mother and keeper of this poor island hovel.
[More Tempest] My brother, your uncle—I pray you listen, that a brother should be so decietful! My brother who—aside from you—I loved more than anyone else in the world, I trusted to manage my state, of all the great powers of our land it was chiefest. And I, being so reputed, in dignity, and for my craft, without parallel. Your false uncle—do you listen?
"Duinna, lanovran zan erensanel… Navnal nashevrasanasanal…kanashesanasanal." [Resurrection spell translation: Duinna, guardian of life… Give to them their bodies, their sight, their strength. May they be angry…may they be dangerous.]
A young man who's been prepared his whole life for a singular purpose. And who, by design, is utterly devoted to all this mission entails, which puts him in a mild crisis. Of free will and his own destiny.
Voice: Hopeful, optimistic and sure of his himself as much as he is sure of others. When his purpose is attacked he holds on all the tighter.
[A monologue on free will and choice, by Ngoc Nguyen] Between life and death, I employ
my nobler reason for being here
despite my heart's most meager joy;
can discord's ire uproot what's near
my ambushed soul's bliss and destroy
my furtive hopes that are so dear?I, a mild man who lives in hope,
seek salvation from death and strife;
and struggle valiantly to cope
and thrive (as if my looked-for life's
beyond departing from the scope
of the edge of the Reaper's scythe).
This will be a reoccurring part.
Not quite a soldier, not quite a mercenary. A nobody from nowhere who survived long enough, told enough lies, and killed the right people to make it high in the world. He is something of an audience avatar for scenes with the spooky Ultovin and enigmatic Neradial, at least, at first. As he develops on his own, he'll be less and less relatable, and reveal more of his casual evil through his actions. His cold blooded opportunism.
Voice: Elvan accent, possibly worn out from years of spending time with non-Elvan folk. Greco-Roman inspired background, should reflect in his accent. His demeanor is cool, collected, with dry wit even in the face of battle and the supernatural.
[Mike Ehrmantraut] One night, my fellow guardsman fell ill, and it’s just me. Orders are given, it’s the usual. Broke her nose at dinner kind of thing. So I take him, lock him in the cart and away we go. Only that night, we’re riding into town, and this asshole starts singing. I wasn't having it that night. So instead of left, I go right, out into the woods. I kneel him down, put my sword to his throat, and I told him, "This is it. This is how it ends."
He cries, wets his britches, swearing to the Gods he's going to leave her alone. Screaming. I told him to shut it. Needed to think about what I was going to do. And of course he got quiet, like a Dog waiting for dinner scraps. And we just stood there for a while, me acting like I’m thinking things over, and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his birches. After a few moments I lifted my blade, and I say, "So help me if you touch her again I will such-and-such and such-and-such and blah blah blah blah blah". I took a half measure, when I should have gone the whole way.
A high priest of the religion of Rhuadu--the fire God. He achieved his position not through piety, but through persistence and what's perceived by his fellow Priests as strength of character, but is, in truth, spite. He does believe in his people and his culture with all his heart, but the more furious his devotion the more furiously he has to channel his anger, which he does towards lesser people's: Halfins, Orcs, Gathish, and women.
Voice: Regal, authoritative, and biting.
[from The Hunchback of Notre-Dame] Oh! Have pity upon me! You think yourself unhappy; alas! You know not what unhappiness is. Oh! To love a woman! To be a priest! To be hated! To love with all the fury of one's soul; to feel that one would give for the least of her smiles, one's blood, one's vitals, one's fame, one's salvation, one's immortality and eternity, this life and the other; to regret that one is not a king, emperor, archangel, God, in order that one might place a greater slave beneath her feet; to clasp her night and day in one's dreams and one's thoughts, and to behold her in love with the trappings of a soldier and to have nothing to offer her but a priest's dirty cassock, which will inspire her with fear and disgust! To be present with one's jealousy and one's rage, while she lavishes on a miserable, blustering imbecile, treasures of love and beauty!
The Vizier, Grand Chamberlain, Hand of the King, Senate Majority Leader, the highest seat in the land next to the King.
Voice: Elvan accent. With long lives wrought with debauchery, some Elvans add a little eccentricity to their personality or voice. The Vizier adds to his some grandiosity to his speech. Flattery and praise, amusing his King or Queen, and better concealing any true intentions he may have.
[from The Thief and the Cobbler, spoken in verse] It is I! The Vizier, your Chief of Staff. Here to remind you of the second half, of the prophecy of the golden balls. “The City can be saved before it falls -by the simplest soul -with the simplest of things.” The words of the Ancients are there in the scroll--But who, you may ask, is the simplest soul?
This will be a reoccurring part.
For all intents and purposes, he's this world's King Arthur. A hero who ended Elvan tyranny, defended his realm from Vampyres, and created its worst enemies that later generations would have to deal with.
Voice: English accent. Not as booming or as regal as one would expect, not like most re-tellings would have you believe. He was human. Humble, authoritative, fatherly, but not above human flaws like jealousy or uncertainty.
[From Camleot] I went to London as squire to my cousin, Sir Kay. The morning of the tournament, Kay discovered he'd left his sword at home and gave me a shilling to ride back to fetch it. On my way through London, I passed a square and saw there a sword rising from a stone. Not thinking very quickly, I thought it was a war memorial. The square was deserted, so I decided to save myself a journey and borrow it. I tried to pull it out. I failed. I tried again. I failed again. Then I closed my eyes and with all my force tried one last time. Lo, it moved in my hand.
This will be a reoccurring part.
There was an age when these nine women shaped the fate of the world with the power they were bestowed and the forbidden knowledge they were privy to. But it's decreed now that they stop, and wait for their machinations play out as intended. This has led to boredom, indifference, impatience and scheming. They are immortal, yet cursed with the appearance of old age: the price of bearing forbidden knowledge.
Voices: Predominantly Irish or Scottish, though some English, Welsh, or non-Euro accents could apply as their influence extended far. We may hear one or two speak with glamours and sound younger, but for the most part they sound elderly. They must sound distinct from one another, try applying different vocal ticks. A lisp, stutter, or matter of speaking.
[From the Black Cauldron] FAE #1: My, what funny little ducklings. Don't they know that the Black Cauldron is indestructible? Now listen carefully. The Black Cauldron can never be destroyed. Only its evil powers can be stopped.
FAE #2: A living being must climb into it of its own free will.
FAE #3: However, the poor duckling will never climb out alive.[From MacBeth] A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap and munched and munched and munched. “Give me one,” I said. “Aroint thee, witch!” the rump red runnion cried. Her husband has sailed off to Aleppo, master o' a galleon called the Tiger. On a kitchen strainer I'll tither sail, turn myself into a tailless rat, slip aboard and ... do things to him I will, I will, I will--
Soldiers of a proud Sovereign Nation, East of the lands we're familiar with in the show thus far. A rising Empire of commerce, art, science, and warcraft, that has claimed many Elvan territories from the height of their reign.
Voice: Turkish, Arabic also possible.
[Abdulhamid, late 1800's] You could give me all the gold in the world, let alone that which is offered, I would not accept it. I have served the nation of Oriban for thirty years, never did I stain the blacken the pages of our culture. I will not accept what you ask of me.
[Battle cry] For the golden city!
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