20XX...

The CPUs of Gamindustri have fallen to a mysterious power...

That was 20 years ago...

Without the leadership of the CPUs the world fell to a midevil state, but the people haven't forgotten of their dear CPUs, they tell tales of an ancient world decades ahead in technology, and another tale, that four knights from that old world would one day return to the world, and free the CPUs...

And of me you ask?

Never mind me, i am but a humble tome, I lost my importance for now, please listen to me tell you what is currently happening, of this old tales fulfillment.


Citizen: So, how was it?

Man: What do you think? Hell as always.

Citizen: Please, you are brave enough to leave to other towns.

Man: Its dangerous.

Two people chatted in a tavern.

Citizen: Exactly! Free round of drinks for you!

The door bursts open and four people in cloaks walk in.

?: Like he deserves that. compared to us he probably hasn't been twenty neps outside town.

Man: Oh yeah? Well i'm a normal person who's alone! Four people!? And you're a trained knight!

?: Whatever! Okay.

?2: Chill out, its not worth it.

?: Right. I'm sorry sir, its been a rough day, watching your friends almost die is stressful. Hey barkeep! Round of drinks!

Citizen: Very good.

Man: Right, I'm sorry. So, who are you?

?: I am called Noble.

Noble, a stranger, wearing a cloak, even though the cloak covered most of this person you could still see gleaming of armor in the openings, a longsword on their back.

Noble: This is ranger.

Ranger a nonchalant look in the way they were sitting looking at the bar, wearing the same clothes as Noble, with a strap around their body, tied to a bow and quiver hanging on their back.

Noble: These two are new, the mercenaries.

The mercenaries, while wearing the same clothes as the rest, they were shorter, and almost mirror images of eachother, on each of their backs were maces.

Man: Well met Noble, Ranger, and mercenaries.

Noble: Anyway, we should probably head out, we got work to do, lets go guys.

Noble said slamming a mug on the bar.

Noble: Be back tomorrow barkeep.

Noble dropped coins on the counter and left with their friends.

Man: Strange bunch.

Citizen: Yup, they come here every night and come back the next day, strange bunch indeed.


Yes. I could agree, couldn't you? That is a strange bunch, they clearly are heroes though, although... They aren't acting normal...

Oh! Sorry, please disregard my ponderings, let us keep watching.