the shadow that teaches
Project Overview
This character appears throughout a long-running D&D campaign, so I'm looking for someone who would be happy to record occasional short lines in the future. These would usually be only a few words or a sentence at a time (for example, whispers, warnings, or brief conversations), and I'd contact you as new scenes come up. There isn't a fixed schedule—just small requests every now and then over the course of the campaign. If you're comfortable with that, please let me know how you'd prefer to handle future recordings.
Vyrathax is something ancient, existed before the kingdoms and gods and everything else. It views itself as not evil, just a means for all of these "unworthy" lesser beings it torments. Vyrathax thinks of mortals as inferior, broken toys it has to "fix" for its enjoyment, speaks to them in an overly patient and condescending manner as if it has heard a trillion similar whining voices before and grows bored with every single one of them. It is not angry or upset or sadistic, just unnecessarily calm and polite, as if it does not see a problem with any of it, because it does not. This being's voice should come across as unnervingly close, as if it spoke not from the distance but right in your skull. Should sound patient, almost caring, as if an adult would talk to a child or a mother to her hurting daughter. Speak slowly and in steady pace, let the pauses between important parts be as needed, let it sound as if the voice actually has time to think about what it says next. Not angry, not disappointed, not cruel. Just unnecessarily nonchalant and cold, as if it had no feelings at all, save the distant, chilling certainty of doing what it does, because it does, because it always did. Sad, almost, if one listens closely enough. Almost as if the entity in question was not evil, but rather really really wanted to help, despite the horrible, horrible, horrible amount of collateral damage it has to cause to do so.
- english
Be still... there is no need to fear what has already begun.
You call it the end... only because you cannot see what comes after.
Do not mistake my patience for mercy... nor my kindness for weakness. I have simply had longer than you to understand what must become of this world
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