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!
Weary Sentinel, Gruff, Low Rumble, Plodding:
“(Clears throat) State your business, travelers. If you’ve aught nefarious in mind, be warned: I’ll not suffer brigands nor scoundrels ‘pon these walls. …No? Just passin’ through, then? (Sighs) Can’t say as I blame you. Not much to be found in these parts ‘cept a stout pint and a creaky bed. Still, Gatetown’s weathered worse’n you two, that’s for sure. Me? I’m just an old ‘un countin’ the turns ’til my watch ends for good. But you didn’t come to hear the ramblin’s of this aged soul. Go on, then. Dunstan’ll let you through the portcullis. An’ try to enjoy what peace you can find out there. Lords know it’s in short supply these days.”
Impassioned Revolutionary, Urgent, Forceful, Insistent:
“Friends, comrades, hear me! Too long have we toiled beneath the cruel yoke of the aristocracy. Too long have we watched our children waste away while those bloated, indolent leeches revel in luxury. But no more! No more shall we suffer their tyranny in silence. (Pounds fist) I say it is time – nay, past time – to cast off the shackles of oppression and claim what is rightfully ours: freedom! Justice! Equality for all! Who among you will join me in this noble struggle? Who will fight to tear down the crumbling edifice of the old order? If not us, then who? If not now, then when? The time for revolution is at hand! To arms, brothers and sisters!”
Carlyle Silvertongue, Cloying Snake Oil Merchant, Oily, Honeyed, Slick:
“Why, you there! A fortunate meeting indeed for one such as yourself. Can’t you simply smell the opportunity in the air? No? Well then, allow me to elucidate: I find myself presently engaged in an enterprise of the highest import – nay, a holy quest to aid my fellow men and women! (Leans in conspiratorially) You see, I’ve dedicated my life’s work to cultivating potent rejuvenative elixirs, each more miraculous than the last. Why, a mere thimbleful of my latest concoction is said to reverse the aging process by a decade or more! And you, my friend, look to be in dire need of its benefits. Now don’t be shy, it’ll cost you a pretty penny, but I’m running a special for valued customers such as yourself…”
Sora, Ominous Oracle, Echoing, Sepulchral, Resonant:
“You seek answers to questions unasked, solutions to riddles long forgotten. Foolish mortals! To gaze too deeply into the cosmic mystery is to invite madness.
(A pause, then an unsettling whisper) Still, you persist in your arrogance, demanding that which was never meant for your kind. So be it. But be warned: the truth you crave holds a terrible price. Proceed at your peril, for the veil once lifted can never be restored. When the cosmic gears turn anew, the trifling existence you cling to shall be erased, unmourned, unmissed… reduced to less than a memory lost to the ravages of infinity. This is my offering, my ultimatum. Choose wisely, for your fate – nay, the fate of all you cherish – hangs by a thread.”
Dendilir, Wizened Elder, Frail, Whispery, Halting:
“Peace, children. Do not mistake an old one’s fatigue for disinterest. I… I was there, you see, when the calamity first took root. In those days, we were strong. Powerful. Unified. None could stand against us. (_A wistful sigh_) But our hubris blinded us to the signs, the… the whispers of darkness that began twisting the fabric of our world. By the time we took heed, it was too late. What transpired next is… is a tale for another time. Another place. (Winces in pain) This weary soul has labored long enough for one night. But take heart: though our path ahead remains clouded, your kind has ever proven resilient in the face of adversity. You need only hold fast to hope, and chart a new course through the unknown. I… I shall rest now.”
Shel Tribly, Craven Scoundrel, Trembling, High-pitched, Wheedling:
“Wh-what’s all this, then? Guests? I… I didn’t know we was ‘avin’ company, els’ I’d’ve dolled meself up proper! (Nervous laughter) Not to worry, not to worry, I can still whip us up a nice spot o’ dinner, if’n you’re ‘ungry. Or… or maybe you’d prefer a nice cup o’ me special mulled wine? Eh? Warm the bones, it does, aye. (Gulps) Now then, let’s not be ‘asty. I’m sure this is all just a wee misunderstandin’! We can talk this through like gentlefolk, can’t we? (Whimpers) Oi, where’re you goin’ with those swords?! Now hang about, good sirs! There’s no need for– for unpleasantries! I… I ain’t done nothin’ wrong, I swear it!”
Frug, Boisterous Dwarven Warrior, Bellowing, Raucous, Hearty:
“Well strike me coal if that ain’t the sorriest bunch o’ milk-drinkers this old warhorse ever laid eyes on! (Roars with laughter) Chin up, lads – we ain’t buried just yet! Way I heard it, this here’s just a bit of preliminary scrappin’ before the REAL battle gets its boots mired. So form up, you maggot-brained runts! Let’s show these stunty orcs why an army o’ Dournen Dwarves is thrice as much dullard as they’re willin’ to pay for! (Raucous cheering) That’s it, rally to me! While there’s still ale in our flagons and fire in our bellies, then by Moradin’s brass-plated arse there’s hope for us yet! Now who’s first in line for a taste o’ cold dwarven steel?”
Sylvia, Seductive Draconic Temptress, Silken, Sultry, Purring:
“Well, well… What delectable morsels fate has delivered unto my doorstep this eventide. (A throaty chuckle) Do not be so coy, my dears. I can smell the heat of your desire from miles away. Something primal stirs within you, does it not? A hungry, slumbering beast that yearns to be sated, to revel in untold pleasures of the flesh. (Hisses) You need not resist its call. Come to me, tender ones, and let my forked tongue taste the salt of your wanting. I shall fuel your basest cravings until your minds unravel from sheer ecstasy. All I ask for in return is but a mere… trinket: your souls, plundered while you lay spent, savoring the last throes of rapture. A paltry price to pay for such boundless carnal gratification, is it not?”
Captain Trall, Grizzled Mercenary Captain, Gravelly, Brusque, Clipped:
“Listen up, whelps! This ain’t no tavern tussle we’re marching into – this is the bleeding vanguard of all-out war with the Dread Emperor’s legions. I don’t care how green you lot are; you’d better lash your entrails tight and bury those jelly-spines ‘fore we hit the line. (Spits) Those black-hearted butchers’ll be out for more than just your hides if you let ’em overwhelm us. You see aught that even sniffs of letting those scrappers gain ground, you put your blades through its thrice-damned gullet, no questions asked! Mages, you keep those barriers stiff – one falter, and it’s flanks pulled in and ruin for us all. Now eyes front! I aim to look mighty King’s March full in his coffin-fizzog come dawn!”
Amethyst Wyst, Charlatan Spiritualist, Airy, Ethereal, Serpentine:
“Ooohhhhhh, I can feel it: a disquieting ripple in the ether, unseen tendrils snaking through the veil. (Shivers deeply) Your auras, my dears, they blaze a sickly, feverish hue. You have been… tainted, somehow. Poisoned by roiling miasmas of negativity. Yes, yes, I sense it now: foul spiritual parasites clinging to your very souls, draining you of your life essence! (Places hands on their heads) Be not afraid, tender ones. With my gift for the mystical, I can purge these vile presences, realign your charkas, and consign you to lives of blissful serenity. All I require is a mere trifle of material compensation – for the good energies I must expend in your service, you understand. Only then can I fully cleanse the spiritual taint and bathe you in positive vibrations. Namaste…”
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