In a Realm far beyond what he is known too sat a Mad God. "Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring!" He said to himself in almost a chant as he looked through other realms far beyond his own."Same stories different ways to tell them that's all these are!" He said as he looked through the stars into a sea of other realities. Windows that let him see the past future, and all that there was in between the dawn of time and end of eternity. He looked through them as if he were looking for something interesting on Cable television. "Of everything that could be done its always Good guys win, bad guys lose. Its mind numbingly repetitive I'll tell you what!" The god of Madness said, and almost as if the universe decided to prove him wrong he found a new reality that caught his eye.
Watching the events of it unfold though left a sour taste on his eyes. "Well that's not exactly what I had expected to see." the insane god said rubbing his eyes as if trying to clean them "Ugh, I don't think anyone should feel clean after seeing something like this. I know I don't. Or do I? I'm not quite sure but I know one thing. I'm not a fan of how easily the King of Rape won. No mountains of bodies, no rivers of blood, but an ocean of semen. Wars are meant to be long and bloody and satisfying! The one he waged was short, slimy and left me remarkably unsatisfied!" Ranted the patron god of cheese. He put a hand to his chin in thought for a moment before snapping his fingers with an idea "I've got an idea! I'll put a good little warrior in there! Someone who can really drag out the war into a good long and bloody one like it should be!" He said with a smile before a frown found his face "Oh wait. If I threw him there then odds are he would win the war before it even really started." He says sadly to himself.
He grabbed a Wheel of cheese and took a slice out of it "Idea's are hard. Maybe some cheese can help me get an idea." He said before tossing the slice away and studying the Wheel itself "Cheese tell me your secrets, share your dairy wisdom with me." He said rotating it around a bit. He stopped when it became aligned with another slice of Cheese. As if it were a message from the god of Destiny himself the mad god smiled wickedly. " THAT'S IT CHEESE! FROM HENCH FORTH YOU SHALL BE THE CHEESE OF NOT SO GREAT IDEAS!" The insane god crackled like a hyena. "I wonder if Hermy still has that body somewhere." The god of insanity wondered idly as he vanished from his realm.
Only to return with a Skeleton. "Hey Mirri, hope you don't mind but I need your body. Not in the Sexual way. I prefer people with a bit more meat." The God of Madness said dropping the skeleton on the ground, but removing the head "To be, or not to be? That is the question." The mad god quoted before tossing the head somewhere idly. He looked down at the skeleton, with a finger tapping his chin. "Oh! Right! You need a head! Be right back!" The mad god said vanishing for a moment and coming back with a very bloody skull "I hope you don't mind, but I'm pretty use you'll thank me after I send you to your new home." He said as he put the skull on the spine. "Now, where am I going to get a Dragon Soul? Oh wait a moment! Dragons aren't extinct anymore! Perfect!" He said before vanishing once again and reappearing with a flame in his hand. "Here we are then. Go to your new home you flying lizard." The god said pointing at the skeleton on the ground.
The soul entered the pile of bones, giving the skeleton flesh once more, as if burning in reverse. Organs were recreated, meat and flesh was covering the sticks of calcium. As skin finished forming on the body, the patron god of whatever looked the body up and down "Excellent! What else do I need to do?" He asked himself "Sheo! You're forgetting to give him clothes you unhinged Coot!" He replied to himself "Ah! You're absolutely right Gorath!" The crazed god said and with a snap of his fingers a roughspun tunic and pants materialized on his body in an instant. "Anything else?" He asked himself again, but shook his own head at his question "Nope, Go ahead and send him on his way." The mad god replied to himself. The god of madness smiled giddily as he sent the "Hero" he just created to go and try to "save" the the world he stumbled upon.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" I screamed as I awoke from a slumber I didn't go into! What the actual fuck was that?! I was just sitting in my living room playing Skyrim and then suddenly I'm watching an orange and purple rip my head off in-game AND REAL LIFE! I feel around my head and feel relieved that my head is still attached to my body, after what just happened you'll forgive me for my first instincts being to make sure that my body is still in one piece. "Oh thank god…" I said as I took a calming breath.
Unfortunately that relief was short lived as I became aware of my surroundings. Grey, or white smooth stone surrounded me on all but one side, which had metal bars rather than stone. It didn't take a genius to realize that I was in a dungeon of some kind. Which is and isn't a relief considering the fact that I thought I was just decapitated in my house in a way that wouldn't be out of place in Mortal Kombat, but at the same time dungeons are never a good sign. …Unless you're like super kinky but I am not... at least not in that way. So yeah I need to try and get out of here before whoever went out of their way to kidnap me decides to come back and see if I'm awake.
The Bars are made of metal, obviously, and the door opens inward judging by the fact that the hinges are on the inside. There is a single desk and small window to let in natural light, so naturally I push the desk under the window so I can climb and look outside. Maybe find something useful like… well, to be honest I'm not quite sure, but anything is better than nothing right now. Once the desk is in position I climb on and look outside and…
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Okay… I am no expert on geography, other cultures, or time travel but what I'm seeing is a bit baffling to me. I was expecting the middle of nowhere, maybe a backyard or something. What I got is a bunch of ladies wearing literal plate mail bikinis, practicing with swords, bows, spears, with hair all the colors of the fucking rainbow. This is such a strange place I've found myself in, where a bunch of mostly naked ladies are sword fighting in a castle, A part of me feels like this must be some kind of fever dream, but its all so real, too real. I found myself just staring slack jawed in awe, because of the fact that this was legitimacy the sexiest thing I had seen in my life. That plate mail was doing them all the favors, every swing, every step, every thrust made me all the more entranced and I NEED TO FOCUS!
After shaking my head free of my little distraction I began looking around the ground by the window, and found a few… gold coins? They each had the image of a woman engraved on them and the words 'In The Goddess we trust'. i shrugged my shoulders and brought them in. I took a moment to actually look at the coins, and saw that the woman on the coin was actually an elf with stupidly long ears, and was stacked. I couldn't help but find myself feeling a strange familiarity with the image, but I couldn't for the life of me place why I did. My mind was probably playing some kind of trick on me, or something like that.
I take my little gold coins and begin trying to see if I can use them to take the door off its hinges, but as I started trying to unscrew the door I heard footsteps coming from down the hall. So quickly stopped to avoid getting caught trying to escape as they passed. But as they arrived I once again found myself distracted by the looks of my jailer as she stopped in front of my cell "Ah, you're finally awake." She stated, before reaching for her thing strap and withdrawing a rope. Where was she even keeping that?! "Turn around and put your hands behind your back" she ordered, and without much in the way of options I reluctantly followed her order.
"So, mind telling me why I am here?" I asked as she tied my hands behind my back.
She didn't respond right away opting to tighten my restraint until I let out a small hiss at the tightness. "You are here for your crimes against Eostia. You will be brought before Her Majesty, tried, judged, and sentenced." My jailer said as she stepped away "Now follow me, do not try and run. It won't work well for you." She ordered as she began leading me out of the dungeon.
Yeah, Lokir of Rorikstead can attest to how bad of an idea running is, especially without a plan. Even if I did run, where would I go? Just away and hope that these people somehow don't know how to track someone? Besides that's assuming I even make it out of the castle, when its more probable I just get lost and end up going in a circle while trying to avoid people and arrows. God damn it I have no other real options here! I can only hope that my judge is merciful, says 'yeah this is a big misunderstanding' and let me go, but then again they might say 'Your guilty of being a man' and either cut off my wee wee or just straight up murder me.
I know that's jumping to conclusions but what is the other likely outcome? I'm sentenced to death by Snu Snu?
Anyways she led me outside and this place got stranger as I was escorted inside the main palace. Because I saw Men guarding the front door, but they were dressed like city guards, with actual armor, not metal banana hammocks. So what the fuck? Is it a cultural thing? If so then how the hell did that happen? This place is weird.
*BOOM!*
Suddenly the castle felt shook under the force of what felt like a earthquake, but was accompanied by the sound of an explosion, a big one at that if the fact that I struggled to keep my balance was any indication. A horn was blow and my guard began scanning the skies, probably looking for the smoke that would tell her the direction of origin of the blast. I did the same, and saw the telltale dark smoke cloud rising into the sky, and boy was it a large one as it rose into the sky. "Damn it." I heard the guard woman say before placing a hand on my back and pushing me in the direction she wanted me to go "Let's get you back into your cell, we'll put you on trial another day." she told me as she began leading me back to the prison!
"I think the fuck not!" I said before breaking into a sprint and running like hell! Now, I was aware that running was a bad idea, but I refuse to be put into a cage and at the mercy of whomever decided to stop by! Did I know where I was going? No. But so long as it's not jail I don't really care..
"HEY!" I heard my jailer shout at me as I ran for it, but I wasn't going to stop I needed to get out of here now!
I didn't exactly have a plan as I ran, followed closely by the guard but she eventually caught me with a tackle "AUGH!" I grunted as we hit the stone floor.
"I told you running wouldn't be a good idea!" She said but a woman screaming drew both of our attention to the end of the hall, and what I saw was something that wouldn't be out of place in the darkest depths of hell itself.
Down at the end of the hall was a black winged beast, snarling a sickening snarl as it flew and tried to grab the woman, who just barely managed to drop down below it in time. "What the HELL IS THAT THING?!" I asked as my own fear of this...demon began to show itself. Things went from horrid to terrible when I realized that my question got it's focus. The Guard woman on top of me quickly removed herself and drew her sword as she stared down that thing.
With an inhuman cry it dived at her, and as it flew above me I saw something that very nearly made me vomit in disgust. The thing flew over me and I saw that it was unfortunately anatomically correct, if the flaccid penis that swung beneath it's legs was of any indication. Just seeing it made me feel like I was going to empty whatever was in my stomach right now, but bile failed to rise beyond the back of my throat, so thankfully I had managed to narrowly avoid making a mess on the nice smooth stone.
The guard fought that thing and was in something of a stalemate, It couldn't get close because she swung her sword whenever it tried, but it always stayed just out of her range, flying above her and taunting her. I needed to do something, but what? If only I could ground it somehow than maybe she would have an advantage against it. Unfortunately with my hands behind my back I couldn't do much of anything, so I did the only thing I could think of to do. With a quick bump I knocked over an fancy flower vase and broke it on the floor "Lady!" I called out to the terrified girl who was almost captured by that evil thing.
She looked at me scared "What do you want?!" She asked as she cowered against the wall, too terrified to move
"Grab one of these broken shards and cut me free! I can't do anything to help if I can't use my hands!" It was a long shot, but I needed the-
"A-Alright!" She agreed. crawling over and grabbing one of the large shards of pottery.
I...I did not expect her to agree that quickly. In fact I didn't expect her to help at all. Don't get me wrong, I won't look a gift horse in the mouth but it is an unexpected turn of events. "Be careful, don't cut my writs and don't cut yourself." I warned, not sure why I felt inclined to tell her to be careful... actually I do. There is a total stranger wielding a sharp improvised weapon very close to me! Of course I'm going to tell them not to cut me with a broken shard of porcaline... or whatever this fancy pot was made of!
The woman didn't reply as she cut the thread bindings off of my wrists. When my hands were finally free and unbound, I massaged them for a brief moment. Rope is not the most comfortable thing to have rubbing up against you for any time. But now that my hands are free I smiled at the woman and said "Thank you." She smiled at me, but began moving away as I grabbed another vase and threw it as hard as I could at the demon currently fighting the guard.
The vase exploded on it's back, and in a poor stroke of luck it only pissed it off. It turned to me and flew close, landing on the ground in front of me and grabbing me by the front of the crappy tunic I wore. I was then lifted above its head and promptly THROWN OUT THE WINDOW!
ALOK DOVAHKIIN
My eyes bust open, and I find myself staring up at a cloudy sky. My body feels like absolute garbage, but I can still move, so you know, silver lining. "Hey! Prisoner!" I hear a voice above me call out. So naturally I looked up and saw my warden looking out of the window "Thank you for the assistance!" She yelled down. Huh, she must have been able to beat that demon. I gave an unenthusiastic thumbs up while I tried to find the motivation to sit upright and get out of the mess of broken glass I'm currently lying in. "Listen, I have to get this woman to safety, but I can't just leave you down there defenseless! Take this knife and be careful!" She yelled out as she dropped a knife from like three floors above me!
Thankfully though it was much closer to the castle than I was so when it hit the ground it was still a safe distance away from me. "Thank you!" I shouted back, the woman just nodded and left.
Finding the will to sit up after my fall was difficult, but i eventually found it and moseyed on over to the knife that was dropped. I picked it up and examined it for a moment before putting it in the belt of my pants.
...Now what?
I found myself walking around trying to find some form of shelter. As I searched I found a male guard corpse; his head bent so at a 90 degree angle. I need to make that distinction because lady guard's don't really wear anything while guys get normal and functional armors. Chest plate, pauldrons, armored gloves and boots. a pair of pants, a nice normal shirt. A part of me feels horrible for looting but he doesn't need the outfit right now and I do. You might be wondering 'Why not grab the helmet too?' Well, that's cause it's gone.
I stripped him down, as much as it hated myself for doing it, and put on the outfit. It was a bit o an odd fit, a little wider than I would have liked but not not enough that tightening the belt wouldn't fix. Now that I was properly dressed I felt much better about my own chances of survival... I realize that that is kind of an oxymoron considering i feel safer wearing a dead mans outfit but I'd rather not think about that.
You know, I thought wearing a plate of metal on my chest would be heavier but It doesn't feel too awfully weighty. I shrugged and got back to my search for a place to lay low, only for my attention to be grabbed when I heard a young boy scream. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a breath before heading to where it came from, because despite how much I just want to find some place safe to stay during a fucking demon invasion I can't stand the idea of running away when someone needs help.
I took the knife from my belt and began running to where I heard the scream and found a young boy being stalked upon by a fucking werewolf! "Help me... Goddess help me!" He cried out as the giant bipedal wolf was getting closer. My legs began carrying me faster than I had ever gone before in my life, and I jumped onto the furry back of the big bastard. It did not respond well as it began thrashing about in an effort to shake me off, but my grip was tight.
Or so I thought until it wrapped one of it's large hands around my arm and, again I was throw for the second time today and bounced off the ground. I barely had a moment to recover before it suddenly sank it's teeth into my leg "AURGH!" I Shouted in pain, before kicking at its head with my free foot in an effort to make it get off.
It did not want to let go though, It only bit down harder. My scream got louder and I began looking around for anything I could use to beat it off with. I found my knife not far from myself and reached for it, trying to ignore the fiery pain of having my leg getting crushed in the jaws of a beast man. Feeling it's teeth grind against my bone was an excruciating experience, i seethed through my teeth as I tried to reach, but it was just out of my range.
The werewolf let go of my leg and then began decided to try and end things.
it crawled up to my face and tried to make a meal out of my head!
I barely managed to catch it's jaws as they came down! It's attempts to bite my most vital area were just barely in vain for now, my strength barely able to keep it just an inch from my throat. While I tried to keep it's teeth from sinking into my vital neck/face, that boy it was trying to devour before I suddenly appeared on it's menu was watching the whole fight with wide eyes. He couldn't bring himself to look away as I tried my hardest to repel this rabid mutt. I saw him when I turned my head to void a rather close bite that would have taken my nose if I hadn't avoided it.
That boy's young eyes locked with mine, and I saw his fear just as he saw mine. That terror he felt was a reflection of my own in this instant, we both shared the same fear; of this beast, of dying today. I saw his what made him quiver with dread.
I don't know what changed in that instant, between now and hardly a moment ago. But I felt something rise within the very depths of my being, like an ember of strength trying to ignite itself amidst a storm of fear and doubt.
With all the strength I could muster began to push the jaws of death back away from my face; it started with a single inch, but that one inch grew to two, to three, to four, and I finally had a brief moment to deliver a solid attack against it. I pushed its head away and swung my armored fist directly into it's jaw. My strength wasn't herculean by any means but I hit it as hard as I could and was promptly rewarded with a satisfying "CRACK* as my attack connected with its jaw.
Now I know I didn't break it's jaw, at best I gave it a fracture. Regardless what my punch actually did, it retreated for a moment to feel its jaw and whimper a few pitiful sounds as it felt the damage. I took the opportunity to grab my knife and stand shakily on one leg. "Okay Fido, let's try that again." I taunted. My leg was too much of a liability to attempt going to it, I needed this monster to come to me. If luck is on my side I'll be able to stab it as it jumps at me.
I don't want to think about what will happen if it isn't.
The creature growled at me, snarling like the rabid animal it truly is before charging me on all fours, pouncing on me much like before; only this time I was ready for it. I raised the knife level to my neck as it jumped, and like a fish, it took the baited attack and while it knocked me down, the knife went straight down and through the back of it's throat.
We fell together, but it got back up trying and failing to save itself. the knife was stabbed through the soft inside flesh of the monster and it began gagging and choking on the blood that began pouring down it's throat, drowning in the very liquid that filled its veins and it's lungs. It tried it's hardest to get the knife out but when it did the blood began pouring more freely.
I watched from my spot on the ground, smiling at the suffering it underwent on it's road to death. Call me sadistic for taking pleasure in it's distress and choking noises. My show did not last as it finally fell to the ground dead. With the greatest threat to my life gone I looked to the boy who sat there with an awed expression "You killed it..." He said as though it should have been impossible.
"Yeah." I could only bring myself to say as I crawled up to a wall to sit up against. Now that the greatest threat had passed I had to turn my attention to my leg and by god dd I really wish I hadn't. The flesh was split open, wide enough you could see the bone and the teeth marks of the werewolf left there from his bite. I took a pained breath as the real pain began to make itself known, I need a doctor, fast. "Kid," I call out "Do you know anyone good doctors around here?" I asked trying to keep the pain out of my voice.
The boy mutely nodded his head, cautiously approaching me and helping me to my feet, or foot right now, since I was trying to keep pressure off of my wounded limb. "You shouldn't have been able to do that." the boy said
"Do what?"
"Kill the Werewolf. Monsters can't die, not unless you cut them into pieces." He told me as he helped me keep my balance.
I raised an eyebrow, "Obviously they can." said with a looking back at the corpse as it began melting into a puddle of black stuff that was evaporating into the air.
The child said didn't reply, more focused on helping me get the doctors than try and argue with me. Our walk was silent for the most part, I wasn't sure what to say, and I'm guessing neither did he. So we just walked instead of trying to make awkward conversation. That was until a horn was blown three times. "The Siege has been repelled." He said taking a breath of relief.
Was this a common occurrence here? I didn't want to seem like an idiot right now, so instead I asked "What's your name?"
"Issac." He replied. "What is yours Sir?
"James, James Hind." I told him as he continued carrying me.
Eventually we reached a little emergency zone, and I saw men and women in white robes using magic, actual real magic from like spell books! The soft golden glow that flowed from the book and from peoples hands as they muttered strange words to heal the cuts and bruises of those who had been harmed by the attack from those abominations that tried to get in. I found myself staring at it in awe, miracles, injuries and wounds mended through the power of mystical forces was not something I had seen before and I found myself entranced by it.
But the boy, Issac, didn't drop me off by any of those tents. No he began leading me up the stairs of the Castle, but every step made became more and more difficult to climb with this wound. until eventually I had to stop "Stop here." I ordered simply as I let go of the child and sat myself down on the white stone steps.
Issac looked at me worriedly, "Stay right here, I'll be right back!" He told me before taking off up the stairs at a much faster rate than I could have gone right now.
Sitting there on those steps gave me a bit of time to think while I tried to ignore the burring sensation in my leg. I couldn't try and lie to myself by saying that this is some undiscovered part of the world or something, this was another world. One where women wore skimpy outfits, monsters existed with their junk just hanging out, and magic existed. I wasn't sure what was harder to cope with: The fact that I am here, or the fact that I have no idea how to get home.
I lived a simple life before this, I woke up every day, went to work at a call center, played Skyrim, and occasionally indulged in some guilty pleasures. Simple and uncomplicated; that was my life before today. Now? I just killed a werewolf, got my leg about fifty different kinds of fucked up, got thrown out of a window, and there is the possibility I might be arrested and put on trial for whatever the reason now that everything is all said and done.
What am I going to do? What is going to happen to me now?
How'd this happen? Why am I here?
So many questions, and no answers.
What am I even going to do in this world? None of my personal skills really translated to here, I mean maybe I can be a chef but its not like I had much real skills beyond following a recipe. Maybe I should try to become a wizard? Wait can I even learn magic? Actually the better question to ask is if I can read anything here? This is another world, who is to say that English is the language they use, I lucked out that they speak it, but reading it?
Oh fuck me; I just realized that I'm broke here! I don't even have money to eat tonight, let alone rent a room somewhere! God damn it, what am I gonna do?!
I took a calming breath. I'll think about that later, but right now. I just want to shut my eyes and pray that when I open them, I'll be home and that this is all just a really weird dream.
"There he is!" I heard Issac call out from above me, I turned my head to acknowledge him, but then I saw who he had brought with him.
I couldn't believe my eyes, because to my own shock and awe, I recognized her.
Her name was Celestine Lucross; Queen of Eostia, Founder of the Seven Shield Alliance, and Goddess Reincarnation.
And by God; there were not enough words in my vocabulary to properly convey how radiantly beautiful she was.
White flawless skin, wide hips, curves for days, boobs as big as my head, ears that pointed outwards so far they matched her shoulders, and hair so long and golden it made me think of a waterfall of Ichor. But her most striking feature was her eyes, they were as green as emeralds shining in the sunlight. She wore but a precious few white cloths to hide her privates and preserve her modesty, yet failed to do so entirely, and if anything made her look more erotic. The only thing obscuring her most sacred place was a black leather belt that had gold artifact hanging down just below it. "Oh dear..." She said in a voice as soft and serene as an angel's as she descended the steps and positioned herself before me, examining my wound. "A Werewolf did this?" She asked. I wasn't sure if it was directed at me or Issac, but I could only nod dumbly, too smitten to talk.
"Yeah," Issac said "It was about to kill me when he showed up! Then he arrived like a hero in the stories you used to tell us about, Arriving out of nowhere to save the day!" Issac told her excitedly. I found it strange that the boy wasn't that lively when he was escorting me here. Maybe he was still getting over his near death experience or was too afraid of me potentially dying to really be himself.
This lady, Elf, turned her gaze back to me "Thank you for saving one of my little ones." She said to me with a smile as gentle as the suns rays.
I swallowed nervously "I was just doing what anyone else would have." I said, trying my best to keep the pain out of my voice.
While the busty monarch began examining my leg, my mind was currently in a far off place. Everything I had seen since waking up here suddenly made sense: the skimpy armor, the monsters with the grotesque schlongs, Magic, The Fortress, everything clicked into place for me now.
Kuroinu.
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"FUCK!"
My sudden shout, startled everyone who could hear me. "Sir James?!" Issac asked concerned at my sudden outburst.
I didn't respond as I was busy INTERNALLY SCREAMING!
"Fucking god damn bullshit! What the actual hell happened?! WHY AM I IN ONE OF THE WORST PLACES OF ALL GODDAMN TIME?! Why couldn't I have gone and been sent to a nice world?! For example: ANYWHERE FUCKING ELSE! But no! Whatever cosmic entity decided that I was going on a trip they decided to send me to probably one of the worst places in the multiverse! I don't want to fight Vault and his demon army! I don't have a chance in that fight! If I had anything that wasn't fucking swords and spears than maybe! If I had a motherfucking gun or something, I'd be more okay with it! BUT NOPE! All I've got to work with is my sub par intelligence and A BUNCH OF INCOMPETENT PRINCESSES!"
"Sir James? Sir James!" I heard the High Elf call out to me.
I dropped my train of thought to give the sexy queen my full attention. "Yes?" I asked, unaware that every single person looking this way began giving me death glares for a reason I was unaware of.
She looked at me for a moment, as if awaiting for me to say something, but after a few moments continued "Your leg is healed, I would not recommend any stressful activity for a week, but you should be able to move it now." She told me and sure enough, I gave my leg an experimental stretch, and holy shit! It felt as good as new!
"Holy hell, that's awesome." I said standing up and putting weight on it. Yep! As if I never got hurt in the first place! "Thank you." I said simply and with a smile
I heard the high elf giggle, (In an adorable way I might add, all regal and dignified, yet just the right amount of cute that I just it comes off as nothing short of sweet) at my awe "I couldn't stand to allow one of my people to suffer if I cannot help it." She waved off my thanks as her just doing her duty to her people. "Although, after I tend to the wounded, I'd like to speak with you in private if you wouldn't mind."
My smile slowly vanished, "Why would you want to see me?" I asked
Her serene smile never vanished as she said "Because Sir James. You are the Man from my Dreams." Was all she said before looking at the boy, "Issac, could you please find Sir James a vacant room for the night? I was meant to meet with him earlier today, however the attack prevented it, and I will be busy for the rest of the day tending to the people hurt during it."
Wait, what?! "Yes, Goddess." Issac said dutifully before grabbing me by the arm and leading me up the stairs.
When we reached the top I turned back and stared down at the High Elf as she began healing an old woman who had been hurt in the attack... Did she know why I was here? Why did she want to meet me?
Damn it! What is going on?!
Why am I here?!
I WAS ONLY PLAYING SKYRIM!
Well, this is the first chapter of the Rewrite, I sincerely hope that you guys like this one better than my old one.
I am putting James at Geofu, because I realize that by just throwing him head first into it with Vault, Chloe and Olga, I kind of rushed everything. James finding out he is the Dragonborn, the escape, everything was more; BANG, BANG BANG BANG BANG, when I want to take it a bit slower here. Give James a chance to get accustomed to the world before he finds himself fighting Olga and Chloe, and eventually Vault and The Black Dogs.
I put him in prison during a Siege of Geofu to put the story more in line with traditional Elder Scrolls openings. Where they are a prisoner, things happen and then they are sent on a grand quest to save the world.
And before you guys inevitably ask, No. His Jailer, won't be a part of the harem. Speaking of though, I have a question to ask: I was wondering if Luu Luu should be included in the harem. I had originally planned for a brother sister relationship between them, with her teaching him Smithing, enchanting and alchemy. But recently I saw some art by LionheartXIII of an adult version of the loli, and I rather liked it. So I might put her in with that as a... transformation I guess? I'll put a link in so you guys can see it and give me your thoughts but I was just curious if you guys would want that or not. I honestly can't decide and don't really care since in my grand scheme it doesn't effect where the story goes.
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ANYWAYS! Don't forget to vote on who the main girl should be on my profile, I'm going to keep the poll on my profile on for a until we meet every Shield to give them a fair chance to gain support.
Remember to Read, review, and if you like follow and favorite. And don't forget to let me know if I made any consistency errors or grammatical mistakes.
Oh, and before I forget I have a few other projects in my head that I want to try and explore, so I might not get back to this super quick.
Like one for Taimanin Asagi, a Star Wars fic, a Fire Emblem Three Houses fic (I got it for Christmas and fucking love that game), and another DxD fic.
Anyways, just thought I should give you guys that little warning, so don't be surprised if I put up a different story.
