A whooooole lot of ice. And an island? Welp. He stands right there for a couple of seconds, just staring ahead at the rocks in the distance. He looks around both sides...and nothing.
Huh.
He cups his hands by his mouth. ]
Hellooooooo?
[ ...nothing.
He picks up the knapsack he doesn't remember bringing with him - he doesn't remember ending up here to begin with - and ruffled through the items. It's his name on the thing, but...
Another look around, still nothing.
Hepicks his shield off his back and swings the knapsack on one shoulder, starting to step his way towards the island.
He's keeping his eyes on the rocks and the trees, squinting his eyes to try and see literally anything living, any person, anything that might give him a clue. Did he really just wake up in a random sheet of ice? Is this another weird island dream? Maybe he went a little hard on the mead last ni-
Crackle. Snap.
He freezes.
Glancing down at his feet, he notices...little cracks. On the ice. Spider webbing out away from his loafers.
Crack...]
...welp.
[ Time to fucking diiiiiip.
Because a large, burly, heavily equipped man running through breaking ice is a good idea. ]
After a tense showdown where he thought he was about to cut down a couple of merdudes, turns out that these guys are pretty friendly! They even gave him a really fucking itchy blanket and something to eat!
His hole face is on fire and it's probably gonna hurt a lot more coming out.
He's heard mention of a battle, and their leader, and he's pretty much set on going around and figuring out what the fuck is happening. And probably fight something, by the sound of it!
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[ ...well. This is a thing.
A whooooole lot of ice. And an island? Welp. He stands right there for a couple of seconds, just staring ahead at the rocks in the distance. He looks around both sides...and nothing.
Huh.
He cups his hands by his mouth. ]
Hellooooooo?
[ ...nothing.
He picks up the knapsack he doesn't remember bringing with him - he doesn't remember ending up here to begin with - and ruffled through the items. It's his name on the thing, but...
Another look around, still nothing.
Hepicks his shield off his back and swings the knapsack on one shoulder, starting to step his way towards the island.
He's keeping his eyes on the rocks and the trees, squinting his eyes to try and see literally anything living, any person, anything that might give him a clue. Did he really just wake up in a random sheet of ice? Is this another weird island dream? Maybe he went a little hard on the mead last ni-
Crackle. Snap.
He freezes.
Glancing down at his feet, he notices...little cracks. On the ice. Spider webbing out away from his loafers.
Crack...]
...welp.
[ Time to fucking diiiiiip.
Because a large, burly, heavily equipped man running through breaking ice is a good idea. ]
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B) Exploring
[ Hey! Climbing!
For now, he's trying to get the lay of the land. Axe in hand, shield in arm, he's trudging through the rocks, trying to find any sort of life.
Anyone.
Anything.
Anything at all.
Why is he here? How is he here? He's gonna need to axe some questions.
Haha.
No, seriously, what the fuck is this place?]
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C) These fish people are alright!
[ Hey, fish friends!
After a tense showdown where he thought he was about to cut down a couple of merdudes, turns out that these guys are pretty friendly! They even gave him a really fucking itchy blanket and something to eat!
His hole face is on fire and it's probably gonna hurt a lot more coming out.
He's heard mention of a battle, and their leader, and he's pretty much set on going around and figuring out what the fuck is happening. And probably fight something, by the sound of it!
Right now, he's still enjoying his free meal. ]
Holy shit, have you tried this?
[ Yes, complete stranger, he's talking to you. ]
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D) Go wild
[ Anything you wanna do, my man, go hogwild here. ]