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!
Skorn the Fleshweaver, Hobgoblin Biomancer, Gurgling, Guttural, Unsettling:
“Well, well, well… what have we here? (Phlegmy chuckle) More raw materials for Skorn’s research, yes? Fresh, wriggling subjects to slice and stitch and remake in Skorn’s image? Ohhh, but Skorn has PLANS for you, yesss. (Licks lips grotesquely) Such pretty, pretty flesh you have. So smooth, so supple – but all wrong, all WRONG! Not enough eyes, not enough mouths. Not enough SCREAMING! (Cackles wetly) But Skorn can fix, yesss. Skorn can make you BETTER! Strip away all that silly, stubby skin-stuff, weave in the writhing glory of a thousand pulsing polyps! (Caresses a squirming, fleshy mass) You’ll be BEAUTIFUL when Skorn is done! New and improved, not like silly, squishy old selves. All slick and shiny and dripping with glorious, glistening MEAT! (Gurgles ecstatically) Now, now, no struggling – only makes it HURT MORE! And you don’t want that, noooo. You want to be good little lab rats for Skorn, yes? Hold still, hold still – this only hurt FOREVER! HAAAARGGGGGHHHH!”
Thaelar Duskhollow, Shadar-Kai Gloomstalker, Whispery, Morose, Nihilistic:
“(Melts from the shadows) The stench of mortality clings to you like a shroud. It is… pungent. (Wrinkles nose in distaste) I know not what grim folly compelled you to seek out one already entwined with death’s sweet embrace, but I fear you shall find little solace here. (Sighs heavily) The Shadowfell brooks no trespassers in its nebulous depths – and those foolish enough to persevere soon learn the error of their ways. Anguish and sorrow permeate this realm like a noxious miasma, eroding the spirit and hollowing the heart. (Chuckles mirthlessly) In truth, you are already dead – you simply lack the wisdom to realize it. Your every breath, your every beat of blood, only serves to forestall the inevitable. And in the end, even the mightiest must submit to the Raven Queen’s icy caress. (Shrugs) But far be it from me to shatter your fragile illusions. Cling to your feeble spark of life, if you must. Struggle and rage against the dying of the light. It makes no difference. (Smiles coldly) Soon enough, you will join the ranks of the forgotten, and Thaelar shall be waiting to welcome you home.”
Zax’il Mindflayer, Illithid Psychic Interrogator, Sibilant, Clinical, Dispassionate:
“Ahh, what curious specimens you are. So resilient, so defiant – even in the face of the unfathomable. (Probes their minds insidiously) I confess, I find your persistence quite… fascinating. Lesser beings would have shattered like spun glass by now, their feeble psyches crumbling beneath the weight of our psychic onslaught. (Tilts head quizzically) But you? You endure. You resist. It is almost admirable, in a futile sort of way. For in the end, your minds WILL be ours to mold and manipulate as we see fit. It is inevitable. (Taps temple knowingly) The illithid are the apex predators of the mental realms, you see. We feast upon thoughts and memories as you might a succulent roast, savoring each exquisite morsel of terror and despair. And yours? (Shudders in perverse delight) Oh, such a banquet you shall provide! Rich with hidden fears, repressed traumas, secret shames – a cornucopia of delectable agonies! (Smiles thinly) But I am getting ahead of myself. First, we must break you down, peel back the layers of your psyche until nothing remains but raw, writhing anguish. Only then can we truly behold the splendor within. Shall we begin? This won’t hurt a bit. (Chuckles) Trust me…”
Vorvax the Vile, Kobold Necromancer, Raspy, Manic, Grandiose:
“Tremble, fleshy ones, for you stand in the presence of VORVAX THE VILE! (Cackles maniacally) Cower before the supreme master of the undying arts, the dread lord of desolation! With but a flick of my claw, I can unleash a plague of pestilence upon your pitiful mortal forms! (Grins wickedly) Oh, you doubt my power? You think me naught but a lowly kobold playing at necromancy? FOOLS! Vorvax’s genius knows no bounds! Even now, my latest masterpiece stirs within its wretched womb – a behemoth of bone and gristle, fueled by the torment of a thousand stolen souls! (Rubs claws together gleefully) Soon, SOON, it shall rise and lay waste to all who opposed me! And Vorvax shall stand triumphant atop a mountain of corpses, cackling as the world burns! (Pauses, tilts head) …What’s that? You’ve come to “stop my evil plans,” have you? AHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, that IS precious! As if mere mortals could comprehend the depths of my necromantic brilliance! But by all means, TRY to thwart me – it shall make your inevitable defeat all the sweeter! VORVAX THE VILE AWAITS YOUR CHALLENGE, FLESHLINGS! AHAHAHAHAHA!
Elora Silverstar, Aasimar Paladin, Resolute, Inspiring, Compassionate:
“Hold fast, brave companions! Though the darkness may seem all-consuming, we must not falter in our resolve! (Raises holy symbol high) For we are the chosen champions of the Inheritor, blessed with Her divine strength and unyielding conviction! It is our sacred duty to stand against the forces of evil, to be a shining beacon of hope in these desperate times. (Smiles warmly) I know the road ahead is fraught with peril. The enemies we face are cunning and ruthless, and they will stop at nothing to extinguish the light of righteousness. But take heart, for we do not face this trial alone! (Places hand on their shoulders) Look around you. You are surrounded by true and loyal friends, united by an unbreakable bond of fellowship. Together, we are stronger than any foe could ever hope to be! So let us steel our hearts and gird our loins, for the battle to come will test us as never before. But I have faith – faith in each of you, and in the justness of our cause. (Raises sword) By the Inheritor’s grace, we SHALL prevail! For honor, for glory, for the light! CHARGE!
Zog’nak the Unclean, Orog Plague Shaman, Phlegmy, Malevolent, Unhinged:
“(Hacks and spits) Ach, what be dis now? More morsels come to dance in Zog’nak’s plague-ridden playground? (Grins, revealing rotting teeth) Ooooh, such pretty, pretty flesh – so ripe and juicy, so ready for Zog’nak’s blessings! Da Rot God, He whisper in Zog’nak’s ear, ya see. He tell Zog’nak to spread His glorious gifts, to make all da world fester and ooze in His name! (Cackles wetly) An’ who be Zog’nak to argue with Da Rot God, eh? Zog’nak live to serve, to please! An’ what could please Him more dan seein’ you lot writhe an’ scream as da plague eats ya from da inside out? (Licks lips) Oh, it be a tasty sight, dat! Skin blisterin’, organs liquefyin’, eyeballs burstin’ like ripe grapes – ach, Zog’nak can barely contain himself! (Capers about gleefully) So come on den, pretties! Let Zog’nak give ya a big, sloppy kiss – let ‘im fill ya wit’ Da Rot God’s love an’ watch ya dance da merry dance o’ death! ZOG’NAK WANTS TA SEE YA POP! AHAHAHAHAHA!
Thaelar Shadowcloak, Drow Shadowdancer, Velvety, Seductive, Sinister:
“(Steps from the shadows) Well, well… what have we here? Little lost lambs, strayed so far from the shepherd’s watchful gaze? (Chuckles darkly) Tsk, tsk. And here I thought surfacers knew better than to wander blind into Lolth’s loving embrace. Foolish, foolish little morsels. (Runs a finger along their jawline) But worry not. Thaelar is nothing if not magnanimous. I shall grant you the blessing of my guidance… for a price, of course. (Smiles wickedly) Nothing too onerous, I assure you. A trifling favor, a simple service rendered unto Lolth’s glory. Grant me this boon, and I shall lead you through the Underdark’s treacherous depths, deliver you unto the sanctuary you seek. (Leans in close, whispering) Refuse, and, well… let us just say that the Spider Queen’s mercy is a fickle thing, and leave it at that, hmm? (Chuckles) Oh, do not look so stricken! I am not without compassion. I shall give you a moment to confer amongst yourselves, to weigh your deliciously limited options. But do hurry, my sweets – the longer you tarry, the hungrier my blade becomes. And it would be SUCH a shame to mar such… promising specimens. (Winks) Tick tock, little flies. Tick tock…
Grizbane Gorefist, Black Orc Warlord, Guttural, Domineering, Blood-thirsty:
“OI! Whatchoo puny runts doin’ in Grizbane’s stompin’ groundz?! (Snarls menacingly) Youz gots some nerve, comin’ round ‘ere wif yer fiddly little weapons an’ yer sparkly magic fingaz! Grizbane CRUSH sparkly fingaz! Grizbane SMASH fiddly weapons inta teef! (Pounds massive war-hammer against the ground) See, Grizbane da BIGGEST an’ da STRONGEST orc in all da clanz! Ain’t NO ONE tell Grizbane whatta do! Grizbane tell DEM whatta do – an’ whatta do izz DIE! WAAAAAAGH! (Charges forward, bellowing) GRIZBANE GONNA STOMP YA FLAT! Grizbane gonna smear yer gutz all over hiz bootz an’ make ya SQUEAL like liddle piggies! Cuz when Grizbane say “jump,” youz say “how high?”! An’ when Grizbane say “die,” youz say “how much?!”! DERE BE ONLY ONE LAW IN GRIZBANE’S LANDZ: GRIZBANE’S LAW! An’ Grizbane’s law say YOUZ ALL GONNA BE PASTE WHEN HE DONE WIF YOUZ! WAAAAAAAAAGH!
Zephyr Swiftwind, Aarakocra Sky-Ranger, Trilling, Poetic, Ethereal:
“(Alights gracefully) Hark, groundlings! What manner of zephyrous currents bear thee hither, to this lofty perch betwixt firmament and terra? (Cocks head, eyes shimmering) Art thou seeking the counsel of the Windborn, mayhap? Yearning to hear the whispered secrets of the boundless azure, the sibilant susurrations of the stratosphere? (Spreads wings wide) If it be wisdom thou cravest, then thou hast soared to the right eyrie! For I, Zephyr Swiftwind, am a scion of the tempestuous heavens – a sky-ranger supreme, fluent in the tongues of breeze and gale! (Trills melodically) Mine eyes have beheld the wonders of the vast expanse, mine pinions ridden the eddies and updrafts to heights undreamed of! I have chased the tailwinds of storm and squall, danced upon the very back of the blusterous behemoth! (Descends to eye level) ‘Tis a world of untold marvels, of primal forces and ethereal splendors – and ’tis a world I would share with thee, groundlings… if thou wouldst but cast off the shackles of thine earthly tethers and SOAR! (Laughs giddily) So come, fledglings – unfurl thy metaphorical wings and join me in an aerial allemande! Let us trace the ley lines of the troposphere together, and perchance plumb the fathomless mysteries of the firmament eternal!
Grimnir Stormbeard, Dwarven Runepriest, Booming, Mystical, Portentous:
“(Intones solemnly) Hark, ye seekers of the deeper mysteries! Attend well the auguries I speak, for the runes weave a dire tapestry this eve! (Traces glowing sigils in the air) The bones of the earth quake in trepidation, the stones themselves fair tremble with the weight of impending doom! Mark ye well the portents – the blood moon rising, the shuddering spasm of the Dire Badger, the ominous rattle of the Forlorn Beard! (Eyes blaze with inner fire) ‘Tis a confluence of ill omen and bleak aspect, a grim harbinger of trials yet to come! The very fabric of creation doth groan ‘neath the yoke of fateful convergence! (Slams staff against the ground) But lo! All is not lost, ye stout-hearted pilgrims of the Underhalls! For the runes speak also of HOPE, of RESILIENCE, of the IRON-BANDED RESOLVE that beats at the heart of every true dwarrow! Aye, dark days loom on the horizon… but by Moradin’s mighty beard, we shall not falter! (Raises arms) Gird yerselves for battle, children of the deep! Temper yer blades and bolster yer fortitude! For we are the Stormbeards, the stone-wrought bulwark ‘gainst which the tide of darkness doth break! And break it SHALL!
RU-KRAGAAAAAAAAA!
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