Is anyone else already getting annoyed by the pretentious chapter titles? 'Cause I sure am.
Also it appears it's just gonna be BookLinkara's thing to speak his thoughts out loud. It's
way of doing it, I guess. To make matters worse
. OMG it's
I also ended up using "RealLinkara" to refer to Lewis himself. Let's hope this ain't getting too confusing.
"Okay, okay, okay... I'm going to slap myself and wake up!" Louis shouted.
Louis slammed his open palm against his own cheek, causing a stinging sensation to go through his face. He opened his eyes; he was still in the forest.
"Ah shit, I'm not dreaming!" he exclaimed.
The forest that Louis stood in was thickly dense with trees and plants. The trees were as tall as redwoods, spanning high into the sky, their trunks colored not brown, gray, or chestnut, but a teal color. And the skin of the trunks was not rigid or in a disjointed pattern, but was as smooth as glass. The leaves were the only things that appeared to be normal, with a standard dark green color to them. Louis was starting to feel sick, unable to cope with what just occurred. He fell to his knees, breathing quickly and crossed his arms to try to put some warmth in his shoulders.
Louis closed his eyes and continued to breathe in a rapid fashion, his face turning pale. His lips quivered a little, and he gulped back the immense urge he had to vomit.
"Okay, chill out, chill out... Calm Blue Ocean... Calm blue FUCKING Ocean!" he repeated to himself over and over.
Slowly but surely, he felt his heart rate fall and his breathing slowed to a reasonable level. His stomach stopped turning, and his eyes gradually opened. The ground beneath him was the one thing that reminded him of home in this place. The dirt and soil was black and dusty, almost like sand. Louis smiled, remembering playing in such dirt back when he was a child. The grass, however, was a lot more unfamiliar. Instead of a standard dark green, it was a light blue-green color that waved with the slightest breeze of the wind. The wind itself felt cold against Louis' face and hands, his arms still covered by the plaid flannel shirt.
Louis brought an arm over to a low-hanging tree branch and lifted himself up. His knees and arms still felt a little weak, but their strength was returning quickly. All of a sudden, he realized that he was still wearing the gauntlet from the antique shop. However, it had changed significantly. The dust and cobwebs that had covered it had disappeared, leaving it cleaner than a Catholic nun. Its golden color was now glorious and new, like a freshly painted and polished sports car. Louis brought his other hand to it and slowly slid it off. He blinked and examined the refurbished gauntlet carefully.
"Right, Louis, examine this logically. This sort of thing happens all the time on TV. Right now, if you haven't traveled back in time somehow, you have entered some other planet or parallel universe. This gauntlet is probably the gateway between wherever here is and home, because when you put it on, you ended up here. So logically, if you put the gauntlet back on, you shall return home." Louis said to himself.
Louis extended his arm out a little, pushing it back into the gauntlet. When it was through the finger holes, he looked around, expecting to be back in the antique shop.
Unfortunately, he was still in the forest.
"STUPID PIECE OF CRAP!" Louis exclaimed, throwing the gauntlet off and into a tree.
Louis mumbled some curses under his breath. He then took in a deep breath, relaxing a little. He walked over to the gauntlet and picked it up, putting it back on his hand quickly.
"Well, you might provide some slight protection to whatever beasties might lurk here. Well, I guess it's time to start moving, maybe find a village or a cottage or a dragon or something." He said to himself.
With a little kick in his feet, Louis set off through the forest to try to find answers in the strange place he was now in.
*
"Two Kikrens?! That's robbery, sir!" Rain Vendre shouted.
"Take it or leave it, madam. You shall find no finer Illician dust than mine. Took it from the mines of the sixth Sondok Mountain when I was a miner there. There's barely any sorcery or magic use in Irisale, or ANY town in Terlough, for that matter, which is one of the contributing factors to my departure from my beloved homelands. A profit was better made through sales here in the ANM than Terlough."
Rain narrowed her eyes at the Dwarf, whose chubby hands were rubbing his own red beard like it was a pet. Rain figured that the man was no doubt trying to swindle her, because she had seen similar Illician dust on the other end of the market for a cheaper price. However, if the Dwarf was telling the truth...
"All right, I'll make you a deal. I'm going to be coming back here tomorrow for a shipment of Oliara roots that are coming in at another store. I'll buy it at two Kikrens, but I'm going to test some of it later on. If it doesn't meet up to your standards of it, I'll be back here tomorrow to get my money back." Rain stated.
"Oh, really? And what's to stop you from just coming back and claiming that it didn't do very well. I get swindled out of some of the best Illician dust on the market AND two Kikrens!" The Dwarf rebutted.
"If you really are a businessman, you know that Sorcerers and Sorceresses never lie or cheat." Rain replied with a smile.
The Dwarf grumbled briefly, knowing this to be true. "Oh, very well..."
Rain smiled and put two silver-colored Kikrens onto his store stand. The Dwarf placed a trowel into the Illician dust tray, lifting a portion of it out of the store and into a small velvet pouch. He tied the string to close the pouch and handed it to Rain, who smiled and thanked him. However, the Dwarf still grumbled about it.
Rain walked away, tossing her long black hair over her back as she stuffed the Illician dust pouch into a pocket in her purple robes. Her hair extended down at least three or four feet, but she herself was 5'10. Her skin had a slight tan to it after she had fallen asleep near the river after bathing there. She held a staff that was taller than she was, and colored purple, green, and pink. The colors came in the form of stripes that wrapped around the staff. This particular staff was special to her, because it was the same staff she had owned since the day of her acceptance by the Ruling Council of Magic as a Linkaran Sorceress.
Today was a slow day for the Ai National Marketplace; only about three hundred patrons were floating around the mile-long home to all merchants in the land of Ai. The ANM accounted for nearly half of the monthly income of the Ai King and Government. The three hundred that currently were there weren't doing that much shopping, either. Most of the shopping for the upcoming Aliamas Festival in two days had already been done earlier in the week. However, most of the people that owned the restaurants in the ANM knew that there would be a rather large dinner crowd for people who were getting ready to leave the nearby village of Lin and go throughout Ai to their families living in Walsz or other cities in Ai for the week-long celebration.
Rain, however, had no family members left to celebrate the Aliamas Festival with. The last family member she had seen was at Lake Vonal in Ünaré attempting to fight off a wave of Darkness that threatened Ünaré's capitol, L'sol. He had been one of the heroes of the Battle of Vonal, helping drive the Darkness away.
Rain found it odd that most people were trying their best to get ready for a celebration and holiday instead of rallying themselves for war against the Darkness. It was fairly obvious that the Darkness was headed for Ai. After plowing through the Zlad Delta in Jilad and heading northwest through the Ünaré city of Sarin and Lake Vonal, one could tell that it was no doubt headed for Ai to dispose of the birthplace of and largest concentration of the Linkaran faith.
"Perhaps I should appeal to the King,” she said to herself. "Ask him to begin rallying the armed forces to defend against the Darkness when it finally comes." She sighed and hung her head down in sadness.
"What would be the point? The King doesn't even believe in the Linkaran Prophecies, even though Gritsnak was killed by that tornado just as the Prophecies said would happen. If only I could show some kind of proof about them... But for all we know, the Linkara might not come for another hundred or even a thousand years!" She shouted, now outside the borders of the ANM and walking into the forest.
Rain kept her staff at the ready, just in case there were some demons or Orcs that were wandering around the forest.
*
Louis wondered if he was moving not away from the forest, but deeper into it. The bushes and branches were becoming thicker and higher in number. Louis' arms were constantly outstretched, pushing it all aside to get through. Finally, he got sick of trying to push it aside and just sat down at the base of a tree. He reached into the pocket of his flannel shirt and pulled out some red berries that he had picked earlier while he was wandering through the forest. He bit into one lightly, figuring this might have to be the difference between life and death if he was to survive in this place. It had a yellow colored juice within it that didn't seem sticky or in any way oozing. Louis took this as a good sign and ate just one.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had expected a sweet, cherry-like taste. Instead, the berry was sour, and tasted like a lemon. However, Louis didn't mind too much, considering he loved lemons and lemonade.
"Better stop at one. If I die by next morning, I'll know they're poisonous!" He said to himself.
Suddenly his smile disappeared and he blinked.
"Well that's certainly a flaw in my plan." He stated.
Quickly he shrugged it off and put the remaining berries in his pocket. He stood up once more, sighing because he had to return to his job of clearing the shrubs and bushes that blocked his path.
"It's times like this that I wish I owned a machete."
Louis stopped in front of a large assortment of branches. He growled silently, then roared, slamming the hand that had the gauntlet on it down upon the branches. All of a sudden, a sword's blade slid out of the top of the gauntlet, slicing down into the branches and chopping them away, giving a slightly clearer path for Louis, who merely stood in front of it and blinked in confusion. He brought the gauntlet in front of his face to get a good look at it. He wondered for a moment how the blade went back in, and suddenly the blade retracted back into the gauntlet, much to Louis' surprise.
"Cool! It's like a Katar or a Cestus or something..." He stated.
Wanting to test a theory he had about the weapon, he immediately thought in his mind for the blade to extend out. Immediately, the blade slid out of the holster it was in on top of the gauntlet. Louis raised an eyebrow and smirked. The blade was controlled mentally. To try to get all the factors involved, Louis slid the gauntlet off of his hand. As soon as it began to move off of him, the blade retracted like it had never been there in the first place. Louis placed the gauntlet on the ground before him and thought of the blade extending out. Nothing happened. He slid it back on his arm and thought of it once more, this time the gauntlet reacted and the blade shot out.
"Hmmm, it seems to respond to mental command only when it's attached. I just hope it doesn't respond to passing thoughts, like if it just occurred to me in a battle for it to retract." Louis speculated.
The blade did not retract from a passing thought of it happening, which was what Louis thought of. Louis smiled and then concentrated on bringing it back, which it did afterwards. Louis stood up and had the blade extend out. Immediately, he began walking through the bushes and branches, slicing them away quite easily and now clearing a path. His only concern now was if his arm got tired.
All of a sudden, the sound of something being crushed filled the air. Any kind of birds that were in the trees flapped away, scared off by the sound. Louis stopped dead in his tracks, listening. The sound came once more, this time closer and louder. Louis looked down at the gauntlet, making sure the blade was still out. He slowly raised it up in anticipation of some kind of fight. Another crushing sound came, this time it was more apparent that it was coming from his right side, so he spun over to that direction, readying himself for whatever was coming.
All of a sudden, the trees and bushes in front of him were slammed to the side, a loud roar filling the air. Louis winced, almost having to cover his ears from the loud sound. He looked up to examine the creature before him. It stood eight feet tall; it's skin green and scaly. Large fangs up came from the bottom of his jaw out of his mouth, and his cold, green eyes looked down at Louis. It breathed in deeply, still examining Louis and vice versa. Louis figured that the being was trying to determine what exactly he was, and so he decided to take advantage of this.
"Greetings, green skin, from the King of the Potato People!" Louis shouted up at the creature.
The creature continued staring at Louis, it's face one of confusion and uncertainty.
"Do you have a name? A species? A Social Security Number?" Louis asked.
Slowly, the creature's brow obviously began to furrow in annoyance. Louis winced and backed off a little.
"Do you even understand a word I'm saying?" he asked.
"Yes." the creature replied, much to Louis' surprise. "Most of what you're saying, anyway."
"Well, hello, then! How are you doing?"
"What?"
"Not a big conversationalist, are you?"
"You don't know what I am, do you, boy?"
"Well, you're green... Really tall... Evil-looking... If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were Fidel Castro..."
The creature growled once more, this time because Louis didn't know what he was.
"I AM AN ORC, YOU FOOLISH CHILD!" Roared the creature.
Louis was taken aback by this, and backed off a little, gulping. "Well, Orc-dude, I can see you're really busy right now. I'll uh... I'll come back later..."
The Orc raised its arm up, preparing to strike down on Louis. He yelped and jumped out of the way as the Orc slammed its huge fist down upon the ground, leaving an imprint in the dirt. Louis gritted his teeth and raised the blade up as a defensive maneuver from his new position. The Orc reached over to a nearby tree and ripped off one of the branches to use it as a club. Louis decided to take the first move, and charged at the Orc with the blade extended out. Moving faster than Louis, the Orc turned, colliding the tree branch into Louis' side and sending him flying over the bushes and through several branches like a golf ball.
Louis slammed into the ground hard. He was at least fifty feet from the Orc now, and he was in pain all over, but mostly in his side where the tree branch had hit.
"Mental Note: DON'T PROVOKE THE ORCS!" Louis shouted to himself.
He slowly got up, but the first thing he saw was the tree branch once more, coming at his face quite quickly. He speedily relaxed his back, falling back to the ground, the tree branch missing him by inches. Louis rolled over to the side as the Orc slammed the tree branch into the ground where he had just lain. He winced as he jumped up, raising the blade up to block any more assaults. Unfortunately, the Orc merely kicked him, knocking him up into the air. Louis screamed in pain, his back flying through tree branches and his stomach feeling like it was going to implode from the impact of the Orc's foot.
When Louis landed on the ground this time, he coughed up some blood. His body was in so much pain that it even hurt to breathe. He thought he had broken more than a dozen bones, and that he was really regretting listening to the instructions of the voice. He slowly opened his eyes, which also hurt, and saw the Orc standing over him, preparing to slam the club down upon him. Louis summed up all of his strength and jumped up, extending the blade out. Immediately the blade pierced the Orc's stomach. Green blood spewed out of it as the Orc slowly fell down onto it's back.
Louis fell down slowly, breathing deeply and groaning in pain. He gradually closed his eyes and took a deep breath, tasting blood in the back of his throat. As his sight faded, he saw someone appear over him, but he couldn't make out whom it was.
"Well, it seems I'll be able to give that new Illician a test..."
*
Louis awoke with a fast-beating heart and a cold sweat covering his forehead and chest. He was facing downwards, seeing white sheets cover most of his body. He realized also that his shirt was gone, and from the feeling of his legs against the soft sheets, his pants were, as well. He looked up to examine his surroundings. He started to take breathes in a calm and controlled fashion to try to bring his heart rate down a few notches as his eyes took in his new location. The strange trees and forests were gone, replaced by what appeared to be a log cabin. Several odd-looking animal skins covered the floor. The odd thing about them was the fact that the animals they were from were alien to Louis.
On the other side of the room, a small section of the wall had been extended as a fireplace. A fire was already blazing, a black cauldron hanging over it. Louis smelled some type of soup cooking in it, and he smiled. Whatever it was smelled rather good.
"Ah, you're awake."
Startled by the voice, Louis almost jumped into the air. His eyes looked over at the open door, where Rain Vendre stood, holding several plants in her arms. She walked over to a nearby table and set the plants down as Louis continued to stare at her.
"I guess that Dwarf was right about the Illician. You made a much quicker recovery than it usually takes. I had been planning just to cut my hand and place the dust over the wound, but you seem to be a much better test subject. Without the dust and my skills, that Orc's attack would've killed you." Rain stated.
Louis blinked and smiled. "Thank you for saving my life."
Rain smiled back at him. "Don't mention it, young one. What's your name, by the way? And what were you doing in the forest alone?"
"My name is Louis. As for what I was doing alone in the forest... Well, I'm not exactly sure myself." He replied.
Louis looked over at his right hand and realized that the gauntlet still covered him.
"Why didn't you take this off along with my other clothes?" He inquires.
"I tried to, but the moment I touched it this fiery pain shot through my hand, and it shot out small bolts of lightning." Rain explained.
"Weird. Say, why did you take my clothes off?" Louis asked.
"I decided to wash them for you. Very odd clothes you have, especially the patterns..." She replied, suddenly going into deep thought, but leaving it quickly.
"Yeah, well, I actually get that a lot from people at school. It's a fashion thing for me: 'Clothes of the individual.' In essence, I'm the only one that always dresses in a plaid flannel shirt. Of course, now that I'm here, wherever here is, I'll probably change that..." Louis explained.
Rain looked at him, confused. "School? What's school?"
"Ahhh, I'm guessing wherever or whenever this place is, education isn't a prime factor in life..."
"Now you wait just a minute! I went to the Aram Kaliara Institute of Magic! Don't tell me education isn't important! It's just I've never heard of the word 'school.'"
Louis smiled. "School is a place where people where I come from send children ages 5-18 to learn about the world."
"And where are you from? Your accent and your clothes are strange, I've never seen any like them. Are you from the Shadae Islands? Rarely do they travel this far..."
"No, no, I come from a place called America."
"Never heard of it."
"Not surprised about that. I have a question, what's the name of this planet?"
"What?"
"The planet. What's the name of the world we're on?"
"That's a very odd question."
"I'm a very odd person."
"Sin."
"Pardon me?"
"The name of the planet. Sin."
Louis rose in eyebrow in surprise. "Sounds dirty."
"What?"
"Never mind. Oh! Come to think of it, I haven't gotten your name yet."
"Rain Vendre, First-class Mage of the First Church of the Linkara."
"I'll call you Rain."
"Most people do."
Rain chuckled a little, sitting down at some type of desk near the fire. She took a feather out of a nearby glass jar and dipped it in an inkwell. She began writing on a slip of paper, Louis watching her intently.
"What are you writing?" He asked.
"Just a letter. You should rest, the Illician dust still needs to settle in." Rain replied.
Louis nodded and laid back down, closing his eyes to return to his deep sleep. When Rain was sure that Louis was asleep again, she read the message she had written silently to herself.
"'Your prominence, Priest Garik Chyprea of the First Church of the Linkara, I was walking back to my home in the forest next to the Lin Village when I happened upon a boy who had killed an Orc. He can't be older than fourteen kiros, and his clothes were quite strange. He doesn't know how he's arrived here, and the province from which he says he's from is unknown to me. And even if that's circumstantial evidence, there are two more things: The recent death of Gritsnak, and the fact that the boy killed the Orc through the use of some kind of golden-colored Gauntlet which I cannot remove from his arm. Your prominence, I think that the Linkara has finally arrived. Come soon to test him, First Mage Rain Vendre.'
I must admit that I was mildly entertained by Linkara speedrunning the phases of grief at getting isekai'd. Mostly because I picture ComicLinkara doing it.
The rest was certainly an emotional rollercoaster. I laughed, and I cried, but not for the reasons the author intended.
"Right, Louis, examine this logically. This sort of thing happens all the time on TV. Right now, if you haven't traveled back in time somehow, you have entered some other planet or parallel universe. This gauntlet is probably the gateway between wherever here is and home, because when you put it on, you ended up here. So logically, if you put the gauntlet back on, you shall return home." Louis said to himself.
I don't think Earth's past ever had teal glass trees.
And listen up, Mr Genre Savvy. If that's how you gonna play it throughout this book, I gotta get some stuff out of my system right now:
- So far there has been no reason to "logically" assume that everything works just like it does on "TV". You're either dumb, desparately trying to regain control of the situation, or have a very concerning view on the difference between reality and fiction.
- Also: What kind of TV movies/series are you talking about? If you're getting isekai'd, you're generally stuck there until you have fulfilled your destiny as the Chosen One (tm), or have learned some life lesson about growing up or something.
It's even worse in modern isekaishit where you're pretty much stuck there forever (though I doubt young Linkara had much knowledge of those types of isekai stories at the time).
- Also I doubt having the MacGuffin that brought you into this world will help. Especially going by your TV logic. I mean, the Digivices in Digimon Adventure only really worked in one direction. They had to jump through all sorts of hoops before they managed to get back.
Unfortunately, he was still in the forest.
"STUPID PIECE OF CRAP!" Louis exclaimed, throwing the gauntlet off and into a tree.
Turns out that a gauntlet that transports you to a teal forest when you put it on does in fact transport you to a teal forest when you put it on.
Also it seems
someone set himself up for a temper tantrum with unwarranted expectations.
Then we get this
worldbuilding scene featuring a sorceress named Rain and a capital D dwarf. Aside from some fluff about markets we learn these (hopefully) important bits and pieces:
- The kingdom(?) is called "Ai", which might just be worse of a name than "Sin". At least "Sin" makes me think of FFX. "Ai" makes me think of more J-pop songs than I'd like to admit.
- There's of course the "Linkaran faith", which is apparently a big deal in the land of Ai, but also small enough that the king can just decide to not give a shit about that religion without fear of reprisal.
- Also there's some place called "Ünaré", which makes up for Sin and Ai by trying way too hard to be fantastical.
- The main villain is apparently "the Darkness". I have no idea if it's an army, a kaiju, or literal darkness swallowing up the world bit by bit. It's just "the Darkness".
Even though the Darkness is apparently ravaging the lands and clearly creeping closer to Ai, the people don't seem to be too concerned. Because this:
What would be the point? The King doesn't even believe in the Linkaran Prophecies, even though Gritsnak was killed by that tornado just as the Prophecies said would happen.
This must be referring to this bit from the prologue:
After the great sorrow that befalls Sin comes to full bloom, the Heavens shall demand the queen of the air smite down one of the darkness' higher servants.
I guess it kinda fits?
But why is it important that it fits? Just because you
personally don't believe in this prophecy doesn't stop Bootleg Sauron/Godzilla/The Nothing from existing. Does it even matter if this threat is in any way associated with some religious text?
Also what's up with this?
"If you really are a businessman, you know that Sorcerers and Sorceresses never lie or cheat." Rain replied with a smile.
Are spellcasters in this setting put under a geas or something? Methinks that being part of a group apparently famed for never lying or cheating would make it
very attractive to actually
do endulge in lying and cheating.
Also how much do you wanna bet this never comes up ever again?
"Cool! It's like a Katar or a Cestus or something..." He stated.
I hate to be a Weapon Nazi, but it's neither? A cestus is just an ancient knuckleduster, and a katar has to be
held in your hand. There's the katar's larger cousing the
pata which is at least partially a gauntlet, but that one also requires the use of a hand.
In fact I can't really think of an actual historical "arm blade". They sound like a great way to get your hand or wrist fucked up by an unlucky parry (note how the pata generally encases/protects the fuck out of your hand).
If anything what
you're having is a protoss psi-blade with a metal blade instead of an energy one.
"Greetings, green skin, from the King of the Potato People!" Louis shouted up at the creature.
Um, Linkara?
"Do you have a name? A species? A Social Security Number?" Louis asked.
Are you okay, Linkara?
"Not a big conversationalist, are you?"
Was that berry bad after all?
"Well, you're green... Really tall... Evil-looking... If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were Fidel Castro..."
So you're scared and alone in a strange world you know nothing about, and your
first instinct at seeing another sentient being - and one one size category larger than you, btw - is to be an annoying jackass?
Why are you acting like a D&D player who refuses to stay in character? Is it
Galaxy Quest? Did RealLinkara just finish watching that movie again before writing this scene? He
does know Jason Nesmith started taking thing seriously after realizing that everything's real, right?
And "green skin"? Really? I'm by no means an SJW, but could you try
not saying things that have a non-zero chance of being a racial slur in this world? Just to be on the safe side?
And is this going to be your thing? Making asinine jokes that make sense to no one in this entire world because they have no way of understanding your references? 'Cause I hate it already.
Moving faster than Louis, the Orc turned, colliding the tree branch into Louis' side and sending him flying over the bushes and through several branches like a golf ball.
I'm sorry Trevor, but I found a new best boy.
"Mental Note: DON'T PROVOKE THE ORCS!" Louis shouted to himself.
It's not exactly a
mental note when you shout it.
Also I
dare you to find someone who wouldn't have at least punched you in the face sooner or later.
Unfortunately, the Orc merely kicked him, knocking him up into the air. Louis screamed in pain, his back flying through tree branches and his stomach feeling like it was going to implode from the impact of the Orc's foot.
Louis summed up all of his strength and jumped up, extending the blade out. Immediately the blade pierced the Orc's stomach. Green blood spewed out of it as the Orc slowly fell down onto it's back.
Farewell, Orc. You were too good for this story...
Are orcs even generally evil in this world? I know Rain was a bit worried about orcs in the woods, but still, Linkara basically pulled the Morrowind trick of annoying someone until they attack (so it becomes legal to kill them in return).
If I ever end up writing an Angel Armor fanfic, it will involve an Austin Powers scene with that orc's family.
Unfortunately, Linkara survives his vile hate crime and gets patched up by Rain.
Several odd-looking animal skins covered the floor. The odd thing about them was the fact that the animals they were from were alien to Louis.
That second sentence could use some shortening. Of course they're odd if you have no idea what these animal are.
And
what makes them alien? Do they have more than four legs? Does the fur have weird patterns? Are they like those rich people rugs that still have a head?
Startled by the voice, Louis almost jumped into the air. His eyes looked over at the open door, where Rain Vendre stood, holding several plants in her arms. She walked over to a nearby table and set the plants down as Louis continued to stare at her.
Protip: If you're story is primarily written from the (3rd person) perspective of a single character, don't use
other characters' names before you main character even knows who they are.
Sure
we know it's Rain, but Linkara
doesn't atm.
"Without the dust and my skills, that Orc's attack would've killed you." Rain stated.
How
dare you deny Orc of his final revenge?!
Linkara started it, ffs.
"I decided to wash them for you. Very odd clothes you have, especially the patterns..." She replied, suddenly going into deep thought, but leaving it quickly.
"Were you impressed by the size of my penis?", Louis probably said aloud in an unreleased draft.
"In essence, I'm the only one that always dresses in a plaid flannel shirt"
"I'm the only one in school who dresses like this!"
Fuck off, mate. Go find another Orc and remember to actually
die this time.
"He can't be older than fourteen kiros"
Why is there a made-up fantasy word for "year"? Aren't they speaking English? It's a fantasy world. You don't have to invent new words for everything.
more people who beat the shit out of our "hero".
