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!
Zepheria Starsong, Celestial Bladedancer, Trilling, Euphoric, Acrobatic:
“Hark, O wand’ring souls – hear you not the dulcet strains of Sarenrae’s blissful choir? (Pirouettes gracefully) ‘Tis a symphony of rapturous exultation, thrilling through every fiber of my being! I am as a conduit for the Dawnflower’s radiant grace, Her supernal rhythms flowing through me in a ceaseless dance of luminous jubilation! (Soars on shimmering wings) Come, my cherished companions – let us unite our voices in rhapsodic harmonies most pure, that we might lift the spirits of all who languish in sorrow’s dark embrace! (Draws twin gossamer blades) Ours is a sacred calling, to banish the fell miasmas of despair with cleansing rays of auroral resplendence! We who bear the Everlight’s anointed blessing shall e’er be as a beacon of hope ‘midst life’s tempestuous fray! (Beams radiantly) So take heart, my stalwart allies, and revel in the celestial glories suffusing our every step! The day is ours to seize, and we’ll not rest ’til every corner of this realm shines bright with the Dawnflower’s undimmed luster! LUMEN ANIMAE, GLORIA SARENRAE!”
Gorknak the Flenser, Hobgoblin Torturer, Phlegmy, Rasping, Unhinged:
“Well, well – what ‘ave we ‘ere, eh? A few lost little lambkins, wandered right into ol’ Gorkie’s lair! Hehehehaaack! (Hacking, phlegmy laughter) Awww, wot’s the matter, me lovelies? Ain’t never seen a hobgob wif ‘is very own torture palace afore? Gorkie likes to fink of it as ‘is ‘ome away from ‘ome – a nice, cozy spot to get away from the lads an’ indulge in a few of ‘is, ahhh… ‘creative ‘obbies,’ if’n ya catch me drift. (Grins, revealing a mouthful of jagged fangs) But where’s me manners, eh? ‘Ere I am, jabberin’ on wifout introducin’ ya to me pride an’ joy! (Gestures to a blood-spattered rack) She’s a right BEAUT, ain’t she? Gorkie built ‘er ‘isself, special-like – guaranteed to wring the most exquisite screams outta anyfing wot ends up on ‘er! Hehehurrrrgh! (Slavering and twitching) Wot say we give ‘er a test-run, see ‘ow long it takes t’make yew lot SQUEAL? Ol’ Gorkie ain’t ‘ad a chance to properly entertain guests in AGES! HEEEEEEHEHAHAHACK!”
Quilliana Dewwhisper, Gnomish Virtuosa, Lilting, Bubbly, Vivacious:
“Oooh, visiting dignitaries from the surface lands? How positively scintillating! (Claps hands together gleefully) Welcome, welcome, a thousand times welcome to Arcanopolis, crown jewel of the Brilliant Deeps! Oh, it’s been an AGE since we’ve had guests of such distinction tour our fair city! (Bustles about excitedly) So much to see, so much to do – but WHEREVER shall we begin?! Mayhap a jaunt through the Prism Gardens, to bask in the refracted splendors of a thousand radiant blooms? Ooh, or a visit to the Cogitorium, where the keenest minds in all Gnomekind are forever pushing back the boundaries of the possible? (Squeals) No, no – I’ve got it! We’ll commence with a command performance in the Resplendent Auralium, featuring the most DAZZLING display of melodic prestidigitation e’er conceived! My very own magnum opus, ‘Lamentations of the God-Pipers,’ will leave you breathless with its sublime convolutions! (Whirls in a giddy pirouette) So step lively now, my esteemed friends – the wonders of Arcanopolis await, and your ever-so-humble guide shan’t REST ’til you’ve sampled EVERY delight our marvelous metropolis has to offer! HUZZAAAAAH!”
Skraxx the Unblinking, Kobold Trapmaster, Hissing, Paranoid, Intense:
“Hsssss! Nasty sneaksy intrudersss, skulking about where you’s NOT WANTED! (Eyes dart frantically, clawed hands twitching) Ohhhh, but Skraxx SSSEES you, yesss! Skraxx’s eyeses, they sssees EVERYTHING! Hsssk! No tricksies or sneaksy ruses getting past the Unblinking! (Skitters in agitated circles) You thinks you sooo clever, barging into Skraxx’s lair – but you just WAITS! Skraxx’s got SSSURPRISESES for sneaksy nasties what don’t belong! (Gnashes teeth) Tripwiresss, yesss – pitsss and spikeses and flamey-wooshes, all waitin’ for you to make ONE WRONG SSSTEP! Hnnnnnrrrgh! (Quivers with barely-suppressed glee) Skraxx hasss watched, and waited, and PLANNED for this! Now sneaksies will learn the folly of trespassing in Skraxx’s domain! You takes one more step, jusssst one more – and then… AND THEN! HSSSSSSKREEEEEEEEEE!”
Malvora Shadowmantle, Elven Necromancer, Languid, Decadent, Sinister:
“Ahhh, what’s this now? More dewy-eyed little fawns, come frolicking into the shadowlands? (Chuckles throatily) How utterly precious. And so YOUNG, so full of that intoxicating vitality that animates the living. I can practically TASTE it rolling off you in waves. (Inhales deeply) Mmmm. Like a sweet, sweet nectar – and all the headier for its transient nature, wouldn’t you agree? (Smirks) Cherish that vigor while you can, my dears. All too soon, the bloom of youth withers and fades, ’til naught remains save a withered husk, drained of all its precious essence. (Sighs) But I’ve no doubt you’ll learn that lesson yourselves, in time. We all do, in the end. Even those who think themselves above such petty concerns as mortality. (Eyes glitter malevolently) Now then, my sweet little playthings – whatever shall we do to pass the time while that spark still burns bright within you? I’ve all manner of amusements to help you while away your fleeting hours. Danse macabre, anyone? Or perhaps a friendly little game of Lich’s Lament? (Chuckles) So many delights to savor, and such precious little time to enjoy them all. Shall we retire to my sanctum, and plumb the depths of your fragile mortality? I promise you an experience you won’t soon forget – even when you BURN to do so. (Smiles wickedly)”
Brixlebrax Fizzlefingers, Gnomish Mad Bomber, High-pitched, Frantic, Unhinged:
“EEHEEHEEHEE! Lookie, lookie – pretty boom-booms, ripe for the plucking! (Capers madly, juggling explosives) Brixxy’s been a BAAAD widdle gnome-gnome, cooking up all sortsa zingy-zangy party favors! But Brixxy just wants to have FUN, see?! Share his SPECIAL TOYS with all his bestest pals! (Face twitches alarmingly) Waitaminute, waitaminute – Brixxy don’t KNOW you sneaky-creepies! How’d you get into Brixxy’s super-secret hidey-hole?! (Eyes bulge maniacally) OooooOOOOooh, Brixxy KNOWS! You’re here to STEAL BRIXXY’S PRECIOUS BOOM-BOOMS! Naughty, naughty THIEVES – but Brixxy won’t let you! Them’s BRIXXY’S creations, all sparkly and crackly and ready to BLOW! (Foam flecks lips) You can’t have ’em, nonono! If Brixxy can’t play with his boom-booms, then NOBODY PLAYS AT ALL! AAAHEEHEEHEE! Fire in the hole, fire in the hole! KABLAM-BLOOEY, it’s a Brixxy special! EEEEEEHEHEHEHAHAHA!”
Zylthia Moonwhisper, Eladrin Enchantress, Melodic, Enigmatic, Whimsical:
“Ah, what’s this? Mortal wanderers, straying into the Feywild’s ephemeral realms? (Giggles, voice tinkling like chimes) How delightfully peculiar! ‘Tis a wondrous happenstance indeed that your path should intersect with mine beneath the twilit boughs. (Tilts head, eyes glittering) Pray tell, what manner of cryptic yearnings or fanciful musings compelled you to seek out this liminal frontier ‘twixt the waking world and the dreaming? Mayhap you heard whispers on the wind of the Eladrin’s sweet sorceries, and your hearts ached to witness their gossamer marvels firsthand? (Smiles knowingly) Ah, but be cautious in your coveting, dear hearts – for the Feywild’s allure is e’er a double-edged blade, as likely to cut as to caress! Many a mortal has lost themselves to the misty glades and honey-gold delights that suffuse our realm, never to emerge again. (Sighs wistfully) But who am I to deter you from your questing? Come, then – let Zylthia guide you through a land of unearthly splendors… but pray keep your wits about you, lest you forever lose your way!”
Grolk Bonegnasher, Trollkin Berserker, Bellowing, Primal, Savage:
“GRAAAAGH! Grolk smells squishy man-things lurking nearby! Come out, come out, wherever you be – Grolk wants to PLAY! (Pounds massive fists against chest) You think you so sneaky, hiding like scared little rabbits? HAH! Grolk can practically TASTE your fear-stink from here! Mmmm, makes Grolk’s belly rumble! (Drools copiously) Grolk not picky, though – Grolk just as happy to snap your bones and slurp your marrow, fear-stink or no! Trollkin mighty warriors, not like puny man-things what run and hide at first sign of a REAL fight! (Roars deafeningly) Grolk lives for battle-rush, for feeling of enemy’s skull crunch-crunching ‘tween Grolk’s teeth! And Grolk thinks maybe TODAY IS GOOD DAY FOR CRUNCH-CRUNCHING! RAAAAAAARGH! Grolk coming, man-things – and when Grolk finds you, Grolk gonna grind your guts and pick Grolk’s teeth with your splintery rib-sticks! YOU NOT READY FOR GROLK! GROLK READY FOR YOU! GRAAAAAAAAAGH!”
Elindra Silverleaf, Elven Loremaster, Learned, Deliberate, Precise:
“Ah, I bid you good morrow, wayfaring souls. Well met indeed beneath the emerald boughs of Astravahl. (Inclines head slightly) I am Elindra Silverleaf, Loremaster of the Third Circle and custodian of the Lucent Archives. If tales of your deeds have reached even my secluded sanctum, then they must be remarkable indeed. (Smiles slightly) But I sense you have not sought me out merely to bask in the radiance of your own legend. No, there is a deeper purpose that drives you, a yearning for knowledge beyond the ken of mortal men. Am I not correct? (Arches eyebrow) Fear not, for you have come to the right place. The Lucent Archives house secrets both wondrous and terrible, a treasure trove of lore spanning epochs untold. But I must warn you: the pursuit of hidden truths is seldom without peril. Knowledge can illuminate… but it can also burn. (Meets their gaze solemnly) So I put the question to you directly. Are you prepared to delve into mysteries that may challenge all you believe? To confront revelations that could shatter the very foundations of your world? If so, then speak, and let us begin. The Silverleaf does not mete out wisdom to the faint of heart.”Gizmik Sparklocket, Gnomish Chronomancer, Squeaky, Excitable, Erratic:
“Great galloping gears, what have we HERE?! (Eyes widen comically) Fleshlings, mucking about in the Clockwork Nirvana? Ohohoho, this is simply UNPRECEDENTED! Why, according to my calculations, the odds of such a temporal convergence are approximately three million, seven hundred and forty-two thousand, nine hundred and eighty-three to one! (Whips out a complex-looking device, gesticulates wildly) But that’s the funny thing about chrono-thaumaturgical relativity – numbers are really more of a guideline than a rule, wouldn’t you agree? AHAHAHA! (Slaps knee, snorting gleefully) Oh, but the potential ramifications of your presence here are STAGGERING! The space-time continuum itself could unravel like a shoddy sweater, all of causality collapsing in on itself in a catastrophic cascade failure! (Pauses, tapping chin thoughtfully) Then again, it’s equally possible that your arrival heralds the dawn of a new era, a quantum leap forward that will propel Gnomekind to heights undreamt of! Gadzooks, there’s only one way to find out – we’ll have to run some TESTS! (Rubs hands together maniacally) Quickly now, into the Probabilitron with you! What’s the worst that could happen, am I right? AHAHAHAHA! FOR SCIENCE!”
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