It’s not quite solo gaming but each week a friend and I meet over Zoom for an RPG session of the One Ring rpg. Since he takes on the role of Lore master, I am sort of soloing through his campaigns. My character, Eyrindor, is ranger currently travelling with another ranger Orothel and to cut a long campaign short we’ve encountered a makeshift fort populated by Orcs. Cobbling together a somewhat ramshackle band of locals we’re currently doing our best to remove it.
Said friend and I have been discussing the use of AI particularly in solo RPG as a journalling / narration tool so we’d thought we’d give it a try as part of today’s session. Since we met on zoom, we recorded our session and then used Ai (macwhipser) to extract the transcript of the sessions. This ran to some 39 pages (a lot of which is us discussing the outcomes of dice roles). Saving the unedited script as a pdf I put it into Chatgpt with the prompt: “Analyse the attached transcript and from it create a narrative of the battle that is taking place within the roleplaying game” What follows below is the outcome of that, the names aside from the characters were created by the AI as was the artwork which was added and created at the suggestion of chatgpt itself.
The Battle of the Black Oak Fort
A Tale from the One Ring
As dusk settled over the twisted pines of the Emyn Engrin, a warband of Free Peoples crept toward the decrepit black-stone walls of an orc-held fort. Their objective: to disrupt the growing shadow, strike a blow against the dark forces, and perhaps survive to tell the tale.
The party led by Eyrindor, a battle-worn Ranger of the North; Orthel, a sharp-eyed Elf archer; and Falmer, a brave but underestimated Hobbit made their final approach
The Clash Begins
Their makeshift warband surged into battle, but their first attempt at engaging the orc defenders ended in chaos. Miscommunication, poor footing, and the fury of the enemy left them outflanked. The orcs, snarling and swift, broke their formation, and Ulric, one of the companions, was wounded by a slashing orc blade in the melee.
Orothel, watching from the treeline, loosed an arrow but her shot went wide and narrowly missed striking her own allies. It would not be the last time.
Steel Meets Steel
Within the fray, Eyrindor and a savage orc locked blades. Their parries clashed like hammers, neither giving ground. The hobbit Falmir, though small in stature, darted and stabbed, wearing down their opponent bit by bit.
Elsewhere, Orothel found herself under threat. Two snarling wolves, released from the fort, hurtled toward her position. She stood her ground, unleashing volley after volley, but her bowstring snapped, and a misfire struck a companion. The wolves pounced, tearing at her leg biting deep. Bloodied, she fought on, eventually slaying one with her dragon-tooth blade in a burst of desperate fury.
Into the Fort
While the battle raged outside, Eyrindor and Falmir slipped into the forts rear through a breach. Inside, the blackwood structures were nearly abandoned, save for two archers on the ramparts.
Seeing an opportunity, Falmir crept to a fire pit, hastily assembling a torch. In moments, flames were licking at the storage shed s dry timbers. Smoke would soon alert the others.
A Rising Tide
Back on the battlefield, the situation was dire. The warband was taking injuries flesh wounds and battered spirits. A hulking orc champion entered the fray, roaring with hatred, tilting the balance. But instead of faltering, the warband changed stance, shifting to a defensive formation.
The tides began to turn. Spears held firm, shields locked, and a rhythm returned to their battle line.
Eyrindor finally landed a piercing blow, felling the orc that had haunted him for so long. The group slew Page 5
another orc shortly after and gained a tactical advantage in the clash though at a high cost.
Wounds and Resolve
Orothel, though savaged by wolves and now limping, drove her blade through another beast. Bloodied and bruised, she stood defiant. Meanwhile, Eyrindor’s arrows whistled wide, but Falmir s fire was already roaring in the storage shed. Smoke began curling over the battlements.
The warband stood bloodied but not broken three orcs down, and fire crackling through the forts heart.
The Fort Burns
With smoke thickening and chaos rising, the enemy would soon be forced to reckon with the flames behind them and the blades before them
But the battle is not yet done.
To be continued In the next session: The Flames of the Black Oak Fort
Lunch time solo 