Pay amount mistake for the Goblin role
Sorry everyone, I made a typo for the goblin role. It is not $100 as it was listed previously. It is a fairly minor role and has now been corrected.
"The Wayfarer" is a feature film length (1 hour) Lego 3D animated film project.
Logline: A lone “Wayfarer” tricks his way into the richly rewarded quest of guarding the carriage of a battle wounded kings son across wicked and evil infested territory back to his homeland.
Animated in Blender, the film will be a massive fantasy action/drama/horror epic inspired by films like "The Lord of The Rings", "The Green Knight" and "Gladiator". Aiming to complete it in two and a half years, but the VA process comes first, and so we are looking for a team of talented voice actors to embody the characters on the page before we begin animation.
Sorry everyone, I made a typo for the goblin role. It is not $100 as it was listed previously. It is a fairly minor role and has now been corrected.
The King's son. But not the son the King wanted. A great spoken leader, but a coward in action. Yet throughout the story we follow him become his own man, and lead his men to battle as a brave soldier.
(leading a massive army) - BY THE SWORD OF THE KING! BY THE SWORDS OF ORINDOR! YOU WILL NOT BE SLOWED BY THE SWORD OF AN ENEMY, NOR BY THEIR AXES, ARROWS, OR ANY OTHER WTRETCHED WEAPON OF EVIL THEY CHOOSE TO BARE ON THIS DAY!
At least help me put her into the river would you? She deserves that much I think? You'll get your riches from the King, don't worry. Even if I'm a corpse, I'm sure they'll reward you with more than you've ever seen at once.
We have our own. Our own horses. And we know the way ourselves, we mean not to burden you.
The Wayfarer is our eyes and ears through this story. He is a lonely traveler making way across the evil infested lands, fending for himself. No allegiances to anyone. He is calm, tempered, and confident. But soft spoken, and humble. Even while his intentions may be selfish.
Goblins don't normally come out this far. This party, I've been tracking for a few days, since past the Borgol Pass. They've been scavenging this side of Dulgahd. Villages, travelers, anyone with an ounce of worth, worthy of being taken.
A single wounded, guarded by twelve Knights of Orindor... must be quite the quality, this wounded.
I will guide you, or else I'd be as guilty in your death as whatever creature it is that ends up killing you.
Annora is a brave, capable, noble warrior fighting for her King. But her ideals and beliefs begin to fall apart once she meets the King himself.
My King, I come from the battlefields of the Western Grasslands.
No - he's alive. But holding on by threads. The Prince of Orindor is wounded, your majesty. I'm here now on his behalf, and of my own. He's been stabbed by a Marnmeth spear.
All I ask is that come morn, I will return West. Send me with healers. Perhaps Belin is not the son you wanted, but he is your son and he can be saved
The King of the land. Great leader of Halligaad, but age is catching up to him. And he must now begin to think of his legacy, as war barrages his lands. His son, the prince, is a grave disappointment and a failure in his eyes. Long monologues, a voice with true gravitas and presence needed.
Here? From the Western Grasslands? That is a three day ride. With wounded royalty, make it a week. With him as the wounded royalty, make it two. Have you eaten?
The gravest insult to oneself is one's child. My name will wither now, as it should. If my son... may indeed make it to the gates, with life still in him, Then King he shall be. But until that day comes... it is in no hands but his own.
For what purpose did he serve to the gods. Only to die and be tossed out to the pit of Didomar? Punishment? Perhaps he was a child in secret, banished by his own father. Perhaps he did not even know of his family tree. If his father was so ashamed of his existence, that he banished him to such a forsaken place such as Hallagad, then the nature of the creatures down here become much more understandable.
Gelgor is a witch. A healer for the wounded of the King's army. Tasked with bringing the wounded prince back from the battlefield to the Kingdom. She is one of few of her species, and thus the regular folk don't take kindly to her. But she is in service to her King, and to the prince, whom she maybe loves.
What a Wagon of The King does is not for concern by the likes of a Wayfarer.
My magic is only a temporarily ailment. I can slow the poison, but nothing more.
If you wish to steal, we have no riches worth stealing
Gahmry is a blind Knight. an older gentlemen. Wise beyond his years. Think, a master yoda type.
I remember a voice. If its worth remembering... are we worth remembering?
Ah, might I have you for someone else?
Was only one arrow mate, I know you're just sleeping now.
The Queen. Blinded by her wealth, living lavishly while her Knights die out on the battlefield.
He will rest high in the Heights
Sounds like quite the lovely dream, I am in it?
You should hang.
Her entire village has been massacred. She is in extreme shock/denial, still believing her husband is alive (she talks to his corpse).
Mr. and Mrs. Samson? We've got your regular crate here ready for you to come pick up! Filled with all our freshest of fruits.
The Augury cometh now. It does.
Someplace where? ... (Sudden shift in personality) - No. No. GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY VILLAGE YOU! LEAVE US! WE DO NOT NEED ANY MORE VISITORS SUCH AS YOU ANYMORE.
A few extras need voices for small roles here and there of classic Medieval knights.
We need to make way away from Marnmeth land. He can eat my rations if he'd die without them.
I love ya, but having this soup every meal of the day of the week is already enough. Not needing to sit with these knaves.
I'm sorry but that's not gonna do nothing but help ya in the end.
Prophecy forteller. In a vision/dream sequence. Spiritual/otherworldy figures.
Infant. You are blessed with a gift. The gift of burden. Know thee, what we are?
You have crossed knowledge of glorious importance. Knowledge that speaks of the great augury.
May your spirit stay sound, and your luck linger long. For the fate of Hallagad entreats you.
Servant of the King in his palace.
I'm not supposed to speak to you.
The EVIL of the land. A skeletal creature that rise from the underworld, through the dirt of the earth.
From down under the Father will rise. From down under he will. From down under.
also try doing what would be the "intimidation sounds", like hissing, etc. But what would that be for a skeleton?
Gross disgusting bandit creatures who go around robbing and pillaging.
just need to make goblin noises. Squeals, fighting, growling, etc.