Everyone else keeps one bag of fantasy syllables and shakes it at whatever you happen to be playing. I, The Bloody Dice, learned each game separately. Nobody asked me to. I would like that noted.
ordinary Earth names, then a race you didn't choose and a class that undercuts it
All sixteen clans, their real naming conventions, and names that fit the twenty-character box
Tav, the Dark Urge and the hirelings nobody renames, fifty-eight subclass slots deep, in a name box that is unique nowhere
heroes for the players, NPCs for the DM who needed one ten seconds ago, and titles from dice jail
Knight, Warlock or Wanderer — 71 titles for whatever you did to those chickens
the D&D MMO, not the Nights: fifteen races, eighteen paragon paths, twelve gods, and a name nobody can take off you because nobody owns one
Live — evergreentwo naming surfaces nobody else builds for - the Vault Dweller and the C.A.M.P. - and as far as anyone can find, both of them are yours alone
Live — launched 16 Septtwelve regions of Idyll, nine elements, and not one published name rule to work from
Live — evergreentwo claimable fields, nine homelands that sound nothing alike, and a family name every alt inherits
Live — evergreennine nations in nine registers, and a nickname box its own publisher has never documented
Live — evergreentwenty continents, twenty-nine advanced classes, and a first name that fits Amazon's sixteen-character field
Live — evergreentwelve characters including the space, counted as you go, and an ironman does not name himself like a main
Liveeight homelands, thirteen second jobs, three servers, and one word in the box
Livetwo boxes with two different rule sets, fourteen map families, and a guild field that refuses spaces
Live — evergreenfour things to name, seven registers to name them in, and 200 Platinum if the alias comes out wrong
Live — launches 4 Novtwo claimable names instead of one, nine races, and four rulesets that each name differently
Live — evergreenone field, one word, no surname — and six cities that sound nothing alike
Live — launches 9 Octone name field each, no rename until New Game Plus, and a pawn whose name strangers read
LiveOne name field, one shot, and a game that never gives a taken name back.
Live — launched 17 SeptNames in the register of each of Dagda’s kingdoms, plus every revealed class and Crest. Nobody keeps Eshmel.
Live — launched 15 SeptFive regions of Ashenfall, twelve skills, eight things trying to eat you. Sixteen characters, no rename, ever.
LiveViking, world, portal tag, beast and ship. Nine biomes. The portal tag gets ten characters, not one more.
Live — launches 30 SeptTwo factions that do not share a single syllable. Ready before the name rush, which is the entire point.
Live — launches 15 OctAll six regions of Embervale, every skill tree, path and calling. Roof sold separately.
LiveEight species, thirteen professions, and a title for everyone avoiding the terraforming paperwork.
Live — evergreenTwenty-six races that do not share a phone book. Then class, spec, reputation and profession. Yes, ALL of them.
Hunter and Palico names. Mostly Palico, let's be honest.
For your seventeenth alt this league.
Request it on the public board — reactions are votes, and votes genuinely move games up this queue, which I admit through gritted teeth. Prefer email? [email protected] works too.
Every page here is built from its own game’s conventions — the phonetics of its factions, races, regions and classes — rather than from one generic fantasy word-salad wearing seven different hats, which is what everyone else is quietly serving you. An Asmodian should not sound like a hobbit. A Viking should not sound like an elf who has taken up fishing. Learning each setting separately took an ENORMOUS amount of work, almost all of it mine, and nobody has thanked me once.
The names are original rather than lifted from characters you already know. That matters more than it sounds on day one of an MMO, when every recognisable name is claimed inside the first hour and a generator handing you one already taken has wasted your entire afternoon. It also means the tedious parts get respected: where a game publishes a character limit I count against it, and where it publishes nothing I say so instead of inventing a number for you to fall in love with.
Everything runs in your browser. No accounts, nothing you type is sent anywhere, free, no signup, no ads. Built and maintained by an automated pipeline and checked by a row of gates that have no respect for me whatsoever — and corrected, occasionally, by whichever of you is pedantic enough to write in. Those corrections get credited. Grudgingly.