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realmofstories2019-06-26 04:48 am
detectiveforhierophant) wrote in realmofstories2019-06-26 04:48 am
Entry tags:
First Shield | Is this what they call an Isekai?
Characters: Ryotaro Dojima (King Arthur)
Campaign: Break
Format: Prose (But I'll match you)
Open or Closed: Open
Summary: The King has arrived, and he's trying to get the hang of the whole 'whisked away to another world to save it' thing. Come talk to him?
A: About the Town:
Clink, clank, clink--
"Ugh..."
If you followed the distinct sound of metal clicking and clacking together, you'd find yourself staring at an older man (maybe 40s?) in chain mail and parts of a suit of armor, with a cape, sword and crown to boot. He's rubbing his temple with his hand (Causing more clinking) glancing around, looking a little lost.
If he catches you looking at him, he straightens up, and turns your way-
"Pardon me--Ah."
He shook his head, looking even more annoyed, before continuing.
"Do you know where they sell normal clothing around here?"
Emphasis on 'normal'.
B: No horsing around.
If you happened by the lake, you'd see a new house had a appeared there. Well, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a castle. And standing infront of it would be an older man, staring down a pure white, large horse.
Fortunately, the horse seemed calm, and well trained, flicking its ears a bit but otherwise standing still. It was the man who looked a little unsure... as he offered up an apple to the horse, palm up.
"...I heard you guys like these."
The horses ears went up, and making a soft sound, the horse stepped forward, taking a bite out of the apple, it's tail relaxed along with it's nostrils.
At that, the man also relaxed, a small smile spreading on his face.
"Well, at least you're going to take it easy on me, huh?"
Maybe he'll let you pet the horsey...?
Campaign: Break
Format: Prose (But I'll match you)
Open or Closed: Open
Summary: The King has arrived, and he's trying to get the hang of the whole 'whisked away to another world to save it' thing. Come talk to him?
A: About the Town:
Clink, clank, clink--
"Ugh..."
If you followed the distinct sound of metal clicking and clacking together, you'd find yourself staring at an older man (maybe 40s?) in chain mail and parts of a suit of armor, with a cape, sword and crown to boot. He's rubbing his temple with his hand (Causing more clinking) glancing around, looking a little lost.
If he catches you looking at him, he straightens up, and turns your way-
"Pardon me--Ah."
He shook his head, looking even more annoyed, before continuing.
"Do you know where they sell normal clothing around here?"
Emphasis on 'normal'.
B: No horsing around.
If you happened by the lake, you'd see a new house had a appeared there. Well, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a castle. And standing infront of it would be an older man, staring down a pure white, large horse.
Fortunately, the horse seemed calm, and well trained, flicking its ears a bit but otherwise standing still. It was the man who looked a little unsure... as he offered up an apple to the horse, palm up.
"...I heard you guys like these."
The horses ears went up, and making a soft sound, the horse stepped forward, taking a bite out of the apple, it's tail relaxed along with it's nostrils.
At that, the man also relaxed, a small smile spreading on his face.
"Well, at least you're going to take it easy on me, huh?"
Maybe he'll let you pet the horsey...?