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Fantasy *•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*・༓☾ Medieval Fantasy Isekai ☽༓・*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*

Moonberry

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Welcome to the gateway of
[Isekai Hell]


♫ A Whole New World ♫



⚔️Where your medieval fantasy adventure begins.⚔️

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Welcome to [Isekai Hell], a vibrant role-playing community where we bring fantasy to life! Here, characters from other worlds, whether reincarnated or magically transported, find themselves in a medieval fantasy setting rich with swords, dragons, and magic. Inspired by the Isekai anime trope, our world allows for immense character flexibility—you can revive a favorite character from a past RP or invent a new adventurer!

In our world, technology blends with magic, evident in places like The Duchy and Widersia. Characters start their journey in beginner-friendly areas such as Ryke, gaining power and shaping their destiny through interactive roleplay.

Whether you're crafting your tale as a native of this world or a newcomer from afar, our community supports diverse play styles—from crafting tales at the local blacksmith to epic battles across realms. Engage in everything from peaceful storytelling to intense conflicts in settings like the Republic, the magical Fae See. Or piloting Fullers (mecha) to battle hordes of monsters in the Kingdom of Rotia. The Western Empire is built on the backs of slaves. Perhaps you want to build an army of slaves to take over the world? Join us to navigate adventures and build your legend in Isekai Hell!



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:bishiesparklesl:Why choose [Isekai Hell]?:bishiesparklesr:
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  • Sandbox World It's easy to jump into the world with a new character and start making an impact on day one.
  • Varied Roleplaying Styles: Whether you prefer intense 1x1 sessions or grand, group quests, there's always a story waiting for you.
  • Balanced Skill System: Our unique skill and progression system ensures fair play and satisfying character growth.
  • Voted Best RP April 2022 We were voted the best Roleplay in April 2022. We've been around for a while, and still going strong.
  • Dynamic World Building: Contribute to the lore, create within it, or explore it. Your actions shape the world of [Isekai Hell].
  • Consistency and Dependability A community of friendly and creative role-players like you, ready to create.
  • Community Engagement We take everyone's opinions into account when trying to make a better roleplay experience. With polling for thoughts on changes and implements. And holding community events for everyone to participate in together, and more.
  • Hosted Project We've been around long enough and grown big enough, we've been granted a special place on the sites "Hosted Projects".






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:bishiesparklesl:How To Start Roleplaying:bishiesparklesr:

  • 1. Check out some of the Lore of the world to get an idea of the character you want to play.
  • 2. Make a character using the Character Skeleton You can choose from a variety of [Skills] to fill out the Character skeleton/Character Sheet.
  • 3. Once your character sheet is ready, post it Here Wait for the "Great Scene" reaction from Novama. Once you've got that, you're free to seek out a roleplay.

    I'm Moon Berry By the way! Feel free to post here or PM me if you have any interest at all in joining! I'd love to talk to you!

    "Isekai Hell, the definitive medieval fantasy isekai experience."

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Hey guys ! Moonberry here. Just a reminder that we're always open and looking for new members to write stories with us! Can't wait to see all the new characters! Just because there's a lot of roleplays happening already, doesn't mean you can't jump in right now! It's a big world, with endless possibilities!
 
In isekai hell, there are not shortage of folks missing cheeseburgers. Be the chef the world needs.

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New skills and assets have been added! Now you can more or less create your own "Buddies" (*coughpokemoncough*) and adventure with them in this medieval Isekai Hell! Join today!
 
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In the subdued glow of the Twilight Realm, where the boundaries between the worlds blur into a tapestry of faded hues, exists an office suspended in the nebulous in-between. This is not the realm of angels nor the dominion of gods but a peculiar, liminal space governed by the mundane rituals of bureaucracy. Here, amid an ever-shifting landscape that seems both strange and inexplicably familiar, Leliel mans her post. Tasked with the extraordinary duty of filing away the every day happenings of the souls that had passed through the realms.

The office, if it could be called such, was cloaked in a perpetual green-filtered twilight that softens the edges of reality, lending everything an otherworldly cast. The furniture is an eclectic mix of the anachronistic and the futuristic: a steam-powered typewriter sits beside a holographic computer, each piece emitting a faint, emerald glow. Papers flutter like muted fireflies, carried by unseen currents, while filing cabinets tower like silent sentinels, their contents a catalog of cosmic destinies.

Leliel, herself a creature of the in-between, dresses in the unassuming garb of office casual. Her attire, however, betrays a flair for the surreal; her blouse shimmers with a pattern that mimics the starlit sky of a distant universe, and her glasses tint the world in shades of jade. Seated behind her cluttered desk, she appears every bit the bored bureaucrat, yet her role is crucial.

As another languid day unfolds, Leliel flips through the pages of a massive ledger. It seems that a Triage of Tinkerers has been putting their heads together recently. What wild things will they come up with?
 

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In the subdued glow of the Twilight Realm, where the boundaries between worlds blur into a tapestry of faded hues, exists an office suspended in the nebulous in-between. This is not the realm of angels nor the dominion of gods but a peculiar, liminal space governed by the mundane rituals of bureaucracy. Here, amid an ever-shifting landscape that seems both strange and inexplicably familiar, Leliel mans her post, tasked with the extraordinary duty of filing away the everyday happenings of the souls that had passed through the realms.

The office, if it could be called such, was cloaked in a perpetual green-filtered twilight that softened the edges of reality, lending everything an otherworldly cast. The furniture was an eclectic mix of the anachronistic and the futuristic: a steam-powered typewriter sat beside a holographic computer, each piece emitting a faint, emerald glow. Papers fluttered like muted fireflies, carried by unseen currents, while filing cabinets towered like silent sentinels, their contents a catalog of cosmic destinies.

Leliel, herself a creature of the in-between, dressed in the unassuming garb of office casual. Her attire, however, betrayed a flair for the surreal; her blouse shimmered with a pattern that mimicked the starlit sky of a distant universe, and her glasses tinted the world in shades of jade. Seated behind her cluttered desk, she appeared every bit the bored bureaucrat, yet her role was crucial.

Today, Leliel’s attention was captured by a particularly gruesome file. It documented the recent adventure of a group tasked with exterminating a goblin nest near the border of the See of Fae and East Empire. The file was thick, bound with a crimson ribbon that hinted at the bloodshed contained within its pages. As she opened it, the faint scent of iron and earth wafted up, a grim reminder of the mortal struggle it chronicled.

The first page held a vivid illustration of the adventurers: Amice Bellamy, a young gnome with a nervous yet determined expression; Flare, a towering figure clad in flaming armor; Aqua, a timid girl with a brilliant staff; John, a cheerful and somewhat reckless youth; Phoebe, a pink-haired mage with a contemplative gaze; and Thane, a stern cleric of the Holy Order of the Axe. Each character was depicted with care, their personalities and roles clear in the strokes of an artist who had clearly witnessed their struggles firsthand.

Leliel adjusted her glasses, the lenses flickering as they absorbed the image and translated the emotions and events into her mind. She could see the group’s initial trepidation as they gathered in the peaceful town of Faeremeadow, feel the camaraderie and tentative trust building between them, and hear the whispers of their plans as they prepared to face the goblins.

Each subsequent page added depth to the scene: the journey to the goblin nest, the tense moments of scouting, the sudden and brutal ambush by the goblins. Leliel winced at the vivid depictions of battle—Flare’s fiery strikes illuminating the chaos, Aqua’s hesitant yet powerful magic, John’s daring charges, Phoebe’s strategic spells, Thane’s unwavering defense, and Amice’s unexpected bravery.

The final pages documented their hard-won victory, the goblin nest destroyed, but at a great cost. Injuries and fatigue weighed heavily on the adventurers, their expressions a mix of relief and sorrow. They had survived, but the experience had left its mark.

With a sigh, Leliel closed the file gently, her expression inscrutable. She placed the file into one of the towering cabinets, its drawer sliding shut with a soft click. Another tale archived, another destiny recorded. In the Twilight Realm, the balance between worlds was maintained by such acts, and Leliel, in her unassuming role, was a keeper of this delicate equilibrium.
 

Leliel, a being of the in-between, sat at her desk in attire that blended the mundane with the fantastical. Her blouse, shimmering with patterns of galaxies far away, and her jade-tinted glasses, which seemed to hold secrets of the cosmos, contrasted with the ordinary clutter of her workspace. A holographic computer and a steam-powered typewriter stood side by side, each casting a soft, emerald glow.

Today, the file before Leliel was bound with a ribbon of pink and gold, its contents a blend of whimsy and tension. It documented an adventure from the Isekai Hell realm, where a group of souls had navigated the complexities of music and conflict with a tribe of trolls in Noghe Village. As Leliel opened the file, the scent of flowers and parchment filled the air, a gentle reminder of the journey she was about to delve into.

The first page depicted the adventurers: Ophenia "Du Coeur Pur," a sylph with a radiant voice; Zahrah Fiore, whose exuberance and spirit were palpable; and Ul Dyril, the elf whose reserved demeanor belied a depth of wisdom. Leliel's glasses flickered as they absorbed the image, translating the events into vivid memories. She could see the group's initial preparations, the bustling village, and the nervous excitement as they set the stage for their performance.

Turning the pages, Leliel immersed herself in the unfolding story. The concert in Noghe Village, meant to bridge the gap between villagers and trolls, was beautifully chaotic. She felt the harmony of Ophenia's songs, the joyful energy of Zahrah's dances, and Ul's calm mediation efforts. Yet, tension simmered beneath the surface, old grievances threatening to disrupt the fragile peace.

The final pages revealed a moment of triumph. Through music and understanding, the adventurers had forged a bond between trolls and villagers. Injuries were healed, and misunderstandings dissolved in the light of newfound unity. Leliel smiled faintly at the depiction of their celebration, a moment of shared joy and lasting peace.

Closing the file gently, Leliel placed it into the towering cabinets, its drawer sliding shut with a soft click. Another day, another story archived. In the Twilight Realm, the balance between worlds was maintained through such acts, and Leliel, in her quiet role, ensured the threads of destiny remained woven together.
 

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