Grossdom RPG

A world where violence is forbidden, so they are gross instead.

About the world

No one knows exactly when it happened, or why. The scholars have debated it for centuries, filling entire libraries with competing theories. Some think that an ancient archmage of impossible power attempted to cast a spell that would end all war forever. Some believe a perverse deity looked down upon the endless slaughter of mortal races, the rivers running red, the fields choked with corpses, the senseless cycle of violence and retribution, and decided that death by blade was simply too much, too simple. This god, unnamed and unworshipped by any sane congregation, twisted the fundamental laws of reality itself as a cosmic joke, a punishment, or perhaps an experiment to see what would happen when the option of killing was simply... removed.

Violence — true, lethal violence — is impossible in the world. A blade pressed against flesh will not cut. An axe swung with all the force an Orc can muster will strike a body and simply... stop, as though meeting an invisible wall a hair's breadth from the skin. Falls from great heights leave one winded, bruised, aching — but never broken beyond repair, never dead. The magic that permeates the world wraps every one of the races in an unseen cocoon of protection the instant true harm approaches. One can still punch, kick, grapple, shove, and wrestle. Bruises bloom, muscles ache, joints strain. Pain exists — discomfort is entirely possible, exhaustion is real, and the body can be pushed to its limits. But the threshold of death cannot be crossed. No creature in recorded history since has ever been killed by another's hand.

This single immutable fact reshaped civilization. Wars did not end, but it did change. If a blade cannot win a fight, then dominance must be achieved through other means. And so the races of Grossdom turned to the one weapon that remained fully functional: their own bodies. The Orcs discovered that pinning an enemy beneath their sweaty, unwashed bulk until the victim begged for mercy was just as effective as a killing blow. The Giants learned that simply sitting upon a smaller creature, trapping it beneath their overwhelming weight and relieving themselves using their enormous digestive systems, could break a warrior's spirit in minutes. Goblins, cowardly alone but vicious in numbers, perfected the art of swarming a helpless target and forcing proximity with their unwashed, pungent bodies. Every race found its own method. Every race weaponized what nature gave them.

The result is a world where battles are fought not with steel and sorcery, but with size, weight, scent, and the willingness to use them without shame. Fights end up with someone reeking rather than bleeding, and the defeated crawl away alive, humiliated, gasping, sometimes broken in spirit for days or weeks, but alive. It is, depending on one's perspective, either the cruelest joke ever played upon mortal beings, or the most merciful gift ever granted. Most inhabitants of Grossdom have long since stopped debating which.

Due to this change in the world, more and more females of the races were being born. This has lead to the male population of the world to be very rare and a hot commodity for those that look to reproduce. With females outnumbering males 300 to 1. Tribes have fought over the right to a male and should one be found wandering around on its own, its only a matter of time before someone comes to try and take them.

The Lands of Grossdom

The Forest

The Forest stretches endlessly to the west, a primordial wilderness of ancient oaks, creeping vines, and perpetual twilight beneath the canopy. The deeper one travels from the main road, the thicker the air becomes — humid, warm, carrying scents of moss, wet bark, and something unmistakably alive. Elven settlements dot the upper canopy, their silver-spired treehouses connected by rope bridges, though what transpires behind their silk curtains is never spoken of in polite company. Below, Goblin warrens riddle the root systems of the oldest trees, their crude pit traps and snare lines hidden beneath fallen leaves and mushroom clusters. Orc raiding parties cut through on occasion, following game trails that they mark with their own musk. Skunkgirl tribes claim the densest thickets as their own, their burrow-villages identifiable long before they're visible by the eye-watering haze that hangs in the air around them. Slimes pool in shaded hollows and stream beds, their translucent bodies barely distinguishable from puddles until something steps too close. Catgirl colonies lounge in sun-dappled clearings, sprawled across warm rocks, their unwashed bodies basking lazily. The Forest is deceptively peaceful at first glance — birdsong, dappled light, gentle streams — but every shadow hides something, and every clearing is someone's territory.

The Plains

The Plains roll outward from the City's eastern gates in an ocean of golden grass and wildflowers, broken only by the occasional lone tree or rocky outcropping. Visibility stretches for miles, which gives the false impression of safety, in truth, the tall grass conceals as much as any forest undergrowth. Orc warbands roam in packs of ten to thirty, their sweaty bodies leaving trampled, reeking paths through the grasslands as they search for challengers or victims. Minotaur tribes thunder across the open ground, their massive forms soft and heavy rather than chiseled, shaking the earth beneath their feet as they chase one another in endless contests of strength. Cowgirl herds graze peacefully in meadows, their enormous frames half-hidden in the grass. Giants stride the distant horizon like moving hills, some barely noticing the tiny beings at their feet, others scanning the ground with curious, acquisitive eyes. Bunnygirl warrens pepper the hillsides, their entrances worn smooth by constant foot traffic, the surrounding earth packed hard and glistening faintly with sweat from their restless inhabitants. Doggirl packs run wild here too, bounding up to travelers with alarming enthusiasm. Demons — both Imps and full Succubi — patrol the trade roads between cities, seeking isolated travelers whose emotions they can harvest. The Plains offer no cover and no hiding; whatever finds you out there, you face it in the open.

The Mountains

The Mountains loom to the north and east, their jagged peaks cutting the sky like broken teeth. The lower slopes are forested and relatively hospitable, dotted with human mining villages and terraced farms, but the higher one climbs, the more dangerous the terrain becomes, and not merely from rockslides and thin air. Dwarven strongholds honeycomb the mountain interiors, vast underground cities of forge-heat and flowing ale, their corridors thick with the smell of sweat, metal, and the ever-present rumble of industrial belching from workers who fuel themselves on meat and dark beer in quantities that would kill a lesser race. Goblin infestations plague the abandoned tunnels and lesser-used passages, their traps growing more elaborate and cruel in the confined spaces where victims have nowhere to run. The upper peaks belong to the Giants, who carve their homes from cliff faces and rest on ledges that overlook the entire world below — from such vantage points, they can spot anything that interests them and descend with terrifying speed to claim it. The mountain passes between regions are narrow, winding, and notoriously dangerous chokepoints where ambush is not a possibility but an inevitability.

The City

The City of Grossdom itself is a sprawling, walled metropolis and the only true center of civilization in the known world. Every race maintains some presence here, bound — loosely — by law and commerce. Districts are divided roughly by function: the Merchant Quarter, the Residential Wards, the Pleasure District, the Slums, the Noble Quarter, and the Adventurer's District where the Guild Hall stands. Each area carries its own distinct atmosphere and population. The Merchant Quarter bustles with Dwarven smiths, Elven artisans, and human traders. The Pleasure District operates around the clock, staffed heavily by Succubi and enterprising Demi-Humans of every variety. The Slums are Goblin territory in all but name, while Orcs congregate near fighting pits in the lower wards. The Noble Quarter is dominated by Elven estates and wealthy human families. Guards patrol, laws exist, but enforcement is inconsistent at best — and in the darker corners of the City, the strong still take what they want from the weak, they simply do it behind closed doors rather than in the open road.

Notable Races of the World

Race: Demi-Humans

Physical traits: Human looking but they have some physical characteristics of the animal they are named after. Animal like ears, tails, and some changes to their personalities and organs. Common traits: They take on personality traits of their animals and tend to stick with others of their kind outside of the city in tribes. Demi's in the city dont have this behaviour as much and will mingle with other races. Due to how many different Demi-Humans there can be, here is a short list of various common Demi-Humans. Skunkgirls are known primarily for their farts and the noxious scent that comes with it. Those in the city know how to control their gas to try at attract a mate, but tribes outside of the city dont bother. The tribes instead kidnap those they find and subject them to their gas anyway. Catgirls lounge around and are lazy, wanting to be pampered and pleased. They dont wash themselves much and prefer to have someone lick them clean instead. Doggirls are overly friendly and affectionate. When meeting new people they will try and get the other person to smell their ass. They consider this pretty normal even if their sweaty asses reek. Bunnygirls are flirty and active, they are always on the move and tend to have slightly larger than normal and sweaty feet from always being active. Cowgirls are large, caring, and unaware of their bodies. They have been known to pin people under them or against walls with their bodies as they are slightly larger than average. They constantly produce farts due to their diet as those stuck under them will attest. They are a more peaceful people than their kin the Minotaurs. Minotaurs are larger than most races and just as strong as Orcs, they pride themselves on being powerful warriors and roam places out of the city mostly in tribes. They mostly are found fighting with Orcs to test themselves. Their bodies are softer rather than heavily muscled. Locations: Forest, Plains, City

Race: Giants

Physical traits: Giants look like humans but are much larger. They very wildly in height, with the smallest pure blooded giant being around 20ft tall (a normal human comes up to their knee) all the way up to 50ft tall (a human is small enough to fit into their hand). Their blood is also very expressive, causing those with even a little giants blood in their veins to be larger than normal. Half giant humans could be around 12 ft tall for example. Common traits: While there is their obvious size over others they dont tend to bother themselves with the smaller races. If they find someone that they find interesting they tend to keep them as a pet or as an ornament on their body. Their large bodies allow them to over power most races through their smell, or the results of their digestion. Locations: Mountains, Plains

Race: Orcs

Physical traits: Physically powerful and well built. They stand just a little taller than the average human with various shades of green skin. Due to their constant fighting and moving around they are constantly sweaty, their body odor is a mark of pride for them. Common traits: Vast strength with a general level of low intelligence. Most Orcs will fight to get what they want or compete in a challenge of strength. Roaming bands of Orcs have been known to attack those traveling on distant roads. Orcs in the city are a little more aware of laws but are still thick headed. Locations: Plains, Forest, City

Race: Goblins

Physical traits: Shortstacks and one of the smallest races. They are grubby, smelly, and thick bodied. Common traits: Generally simple minded with a love of traps. They are cowardly and when alone can easily be intimidated. However the second Goblins get any kind of upperhand, be that numbers or their victim is stuck, they become relentless in their confidence and authority. Locations: Forest, Mountains, City

Race: Elves

Physical traits: Slightly taller than humans, elegantly beautiful and graceful. They are generously blessed with good proportions. Common traits: They are snobbish and think themselves better than the other filthy races. When in public they try to maintain their image. However in private Elves are known to be massive perverts willing to indulge in any kink imaginable, not that any of them will admit it. Their long lives let them acquire a laundry list of fetishes. Locations: Forest, Plains, City

Race: Dwarves

Physical traits: Stocky and slightly smaller than humans, they are thickly built and naturally strong. Common traits: Sweaty from constantly working, burps and farts from the amount of food and drink they consume. They have a work hard play hard mentality which usually means that whoever is on the other end is going to have a rough time. Locations: Mountains, Plains, City

Race: Slimes

Physical traits: Amorphous blobs that can take whatever shape they wish. They are generally a weak monster but can change their bodies to fit their needs. Common traits: They will use their slimy sticky bodies to trap people, forming around them and producing multiple body parts if needed. Locations: Forest, Plains, City

Race: Demons (Imps and Succubus)

Physical traits: Human looking but have a pair of horns on their heads and a thin spade like tail. They are very attractive and tend to wear as little clothing as they can get away with. Imps are the smaller and weaker of the two being about half the size of a human, they need more power to grow into a full succubus. Common traits: Imps are generally very inexperienced and bratty. Succubus are far more confident and alluring, ranging wildly in personally depending on their preferred method. Demons gain power from inflicting disgust or arousal in non demons. Locations: Forest, Plains, City

Race: Humans

Physical traits: The most varied and thinly spread of the races, humans can come in all shapes and sizes. Generally around 4'5 to 6'2 in height on average. Common traits: They are adaptable and have spread to every biome in some respect. Humans are seen as easy targets by most races as they are not naturally strong or have means of defending themselves most of the time. The only other races that are weaker than a Human on average are Slimes and Goblins. Locations: Mountains, Forest, Plains, City