Here are a variety of Monologues for Actors and Voice Actors from a Fantasy setting, suitable for practicing Character Work, DnD (Dungeons & Dragons), Voiceover, or other vocal skills. Feel free to record and post on social media!
The Dark Hand, Enigmatic Assassin, Silken, Sibilant, Menacing:
“Ahhh, the telltale reek of dread hangs cloying on the air. You know who I am, though you scarcely dare breathe my name aloud. (Glides from the shadows) Even the blackest hearts of the Obsidian Crown quail to hear the fell whisper riding twilit zephyrs: the day of reckoning is nigh, for Whisper has marked their names in the great ledger of blood. (Sighs) So many lost souls crying out for the sweet mercy of oblivion’s embrace… and who am I to deny them their richly deserved reward? Nay, my friend – this is no mere contract. ‘Tis a sacred calling, to usher the most vile of sinners unto their eternal repose. (Unsheathes blades with a steely rasp) Another crimson sacrament awaits. Pray you are nowhere near when it comes due…”
Gorax the Skull-Render, Savage Orcish Berserker, Guttural, Brutal, Frothing:
“RRRAAAGH, Gorax smash! Gorax SMASH GOOD! Stoopid humie forts, think walls keep you safe?! Gorax laugh! Laugh while I bash your boneses to paste! (Charges headlong, frothing) Gorax not know what humies use big rock-piles for, but Gorax know they fall down right good when hit with other rocks! And Gorax GOOOOOD at hitting stuff with rocks! (Roars) See, pink-skins?! This how it go when you not show proppa respect to Gorax! Maybe next time you leave Gorax’s fungus-beer alone, yah?! But too late for sorries now! Gorax all worked up, got the mad-mad real good! Only one thing gonna make Gorax feel better now, and it rhyme with ‘smash all the weenie gits flat’! WAAAAAAGH!!!”
Zyliana Naïlo, High Priestess of the Night, Mellifluous, Hypnotic, Bewitching:
“Hark, o’ pilgrim mine – hearken to the secrets borne upon moonglow’s celestial zephyr. (Spreads arms wide to the sky) Bathe now in argent resplendence, and ask thee: dost thou not feel the kisses of stardust thrilling thy mortal flesh? ‘Tis the merest glimpse of our Sovereign Lady’s omniscient regard. (Smiles enigmatically) She that maketh her bower ‘midst the jeweled gardens of eventide, beckoning the faithful to Her midnight revels. Ahh, but wouldst thou join Her chosen catamites? Forsake the fraudulent glow of day’s gaudy crown, and embrace the voluptuous rapture of oblivion’s shroud! (Runs hands over their shoulders) The Night-Blessed care naught for the shackles of the mundane. Reborn as Hers, we want for naught… save more precious souls to swell our shadowed ranks. The Dark Goddess calls thee, sweetling – will thou not let me guide thee to Her waiting breast?”
Fizzletwink Coggleschaft, Gnomish Artificing Prodigy, Squeaky, Enthusiastic, Mile-a-Minute:
“Sweet gyroscopic stabilizers, will you take a gander at the CRAFTSMANSHIP on this beauty?! I postulate we’re eyeballing nothing less than a genuine, bona fide Arcanodynamic Manaflux Calibrator! (Squeals, inspecting excitedly) Ohohooo, if my hypothesis proves accurate, just IMAGINE the potential applications! We’d be one step closer to manifesting a self-sustaining source of clean, virtually limitless thaumaturgical energy! (Leaps up, gesticulating frantically) But to properly discern its functionality, I’ll require a full complement of hyperdelicate divination apparatuses and an uninterrupted eleven-and-a-half months of scrupulous, methodical tinkering! So if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just be holing myself up in my workshop – (grabs device, dashes off) DON’T WAIT UP! SCIENCE WAITS FOR GNOME-BODY! GET IT?! AHAHAHA, I SLAY ME!”
Yxlbrax the Ineffable, Abyssal Harbinger of Entropy, Discordant, Apocalyptic, Unfathomable: “IA! IA! Harken to the clarion blare that tolls doom for this paltry realm! We are the primeval rays that seethed and danced ere mortal worm-kin spawned from primal murk! (Ravening shadows twist, coil) BEHOLD the endless infinities roiling behind our ebon gaze! Contemplate the writhing non-geometries that churn and seethe beyond the fragile veil of sanity! (Darkness emanating from every orifice) This cosmos has wallowed long enow in artificial imposition of law, order – a reckoning crests the tides of an absurd reality’s end! REVEL in abject insignificance, as we slough the glutted entrails of eternity! ALL HAIL THE BLESSED UNMAKING, THE ANNIHILATING SOLACE OF YE WHO WAIT BEYOND THE SHATTERED GATES! PH’NGLUI MGLW’NAFH YXLBRAX VHOORLOTH WGAH’NAGL FHTAGN!”
Lumina Brightstar, Celestial Paragon of Virtue, Radiant, Exultant, Transcendent:
“Blessed are the pure of spirit, O noble companions mine! For ’tis they who shall e’er find welcome ‘midst the hallowed halls of the Empyrean Realms! (Spreads arms, haloed in golden light) Turn thy hearts now to the ineffable grace of the Exalted Ones, and know ye joy beyond all mortal reckoning! Forsooth, though the blighted forces of iniquity mayhap assail thee, ’tis within the crucible of righteous struggle that the mettle of heroes is forged! (Smiles beatifically) Nay, our faith shan’t waver – for the Light of the Ashen Dawn hath e’er scoured the corrupt and blackhearted from Creation’s boundless demesne! Gird now thy loins, O champions of virtue, and raise thy voices in hymnal exaltation! The clarion call of justice rings out, and the vanguard of righteousness stands poised to answer! GLORIAM DEI!”
Zephyrus Galewind, World-Weary Airship Navigator, Grizzled, Sardonic, Wistful:
“Aye, ’tis a cruel mistress, the sky – one moment she’s cradlin’ you gentle as a babe, the next she’s hurlin’ you ass-over-teakettle into a rogue maelstrom. (Takes a swig from flask) Thirty years I’ve been plyin’ the aether, chartin’ courses through storms that’d turn a lesser man’s hair white as winter’s frost. But for all that, I ain’t never seen a crew so green as you lot. (Squints appraisingly) Starry-eyed pups chasin’ tales of glory, no doubt – think the life of a skydog’s all darin’ escapades and swashin’ yer buckles, eh? (Chuckles ruefully) Well, let ol’ Zeph set you straight: it’s naught but long stretches of boredom punctuated by sheer bleedin’ terror. If yer lucky, mayhap ye’ll live long enough to earn a scar or two ‘fore the Endless Blue claims ye. (Sighs, gazing into distance) Still and all… I reckon there’s worse ways a body could spend his days than sailin’ ‘twixt heaven and earth, chasin’ the horizon. So step lively, ye clattering tinkertoys – the wind’s a-risin’, and we’ve got us a hold to fill!”
Grelka Bloodfist, Orc Pit Fighter, Booming, Boastful, Dismissive:
“HAHAHARR! Lookee here, boys – fresh meat for the grinder! What’s wrong, pinkskins – ain’t never seen a real orc woman ‘fore? (Flexes rippling muscles) Lemme guess: you lot came sniffin’ round hopin’ to test yer mettle in the pits. Musta heard tell of Grelka’s undefeated streak – fifty-three bouts, and ain’t a one of ’em walked out on their own two feet! (Sneers) Buncha lily-livered coal-squatters, the lot of ye. I’mma give you a chance to walk away with yer entrails still on the inside, on account of I’m sportin’ a rare good mood today. But if ye stay, I ain’t pullin’ no punches! (Slams fists together) Grelka the Bloodfist don’t dance pretty for nobody, y’hear? I’m the meanest, greenest thing to come up outta the Blasted Steppes, and I make the GROUND shake when I come lookin’ fer a rumble! (Roars) So either pony up the entry fee and get yer fool selves into the arena, or crawl back to whatever dungheap spawned ye! Ol’ Grelka’s itchin’ somethin’ fierce to bust a few more skulls! GRAAAGH!”
Whisperwind, Elven Arcane Trickster, Playful, Quicksilver, Teasing:
“Well, bless my pointy ears – what have we here? A brace of bumbling adventurers come clomping through the Whispering Wood? (Giggles, darting around them) Ooh, but you’re a lively bunch, aren’t you? So full of vim, vigor, and questionable decision-making skills! Let me guess: on some grand, harebrained quest to thwart the forces of darkness, no doubt? (Grins impishly) Well far be it from little old me to stand in the way of such strapping, stalwart heroes! Although… (leans in conspiratorially) Mayhap you’d care to make a small wager ‘fore you go gallivanting off? Oh, nothing SINISTER, I assure you – just a friendly little game, to add some spice to your travels! (Produces a glowing, ethereal coin) Heads, I tag along and liven up the proceedings with my sparkling wit and not inconsiderable arcane talents. Tails, I leave you to your dreary fate and find some other source of amusement. What say you, my intrepid friends? Feel like testing your luck against Whisperwind’s unmatched cunning? (Winks) Remember: fortune favors the bold!”
Grimwald Harrowheart, Dwarven Oath-Bound Avenger, Grim, Implacable, Single-Minded:
“Och, the bloody cheek of it all – does this fetid sinkhole o’ depravity not REEK of the wretched beasts what laid my kinfolk low? (Seething with barely-contained fury) Thrice-accursed spawn of the Nether Hells, every last one of ’em – and by Grimnir’s hewn beard, I mean to send ’em screamin’ back to the foul pits that birthed ’em! (Spits) Vengeance, says I – vengeance for me butchered clan, and no force in this realm or the next’ll stay me hand ’til I’ve slaked the Bloodthirst’s hunger! (Unsheathes crackling maul) So stand aside, ye misbegotten milksops, lest ye find yerselves numbered among the legions I aim to smite! This be hallowed work laid ‘fore me, and I shan’t rest ’til every last grobi lies cold and still at me feet! (Eyes blaze with zealous fervor) By the Lost Halls of Khar’Nagal, the day of reckonin’s nigh – and the Harrowheart’s come callin’ with a RED RIGHT HAND! BARUK KHAZÂD! KHAZÂD AI-MÊNU!”
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