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The Pun Tyrant
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Pillars of light filled the room as the summoners finished the last words of their chorus. All the soldiers took their time opening one eye then the next, and those who didn't have to hold spears or anything else were rubbing their eyes to clear their vision of the throne room. The legendary summoning circles were all but erased, replaced by a inexpicably dressed crowd of very confused-looking teenagers for the most part. There was your usual little girl here and there and some old people caught in the spell as well, but those were usually the first to leave. Some newcomers seemed to be panicking while others observed the people around them in curiosity, or equally curious scanned the fine marble masonery of the walls, the magnificent red weaving of the tapestry, the crest on the carpet at their feet. Some even seemed overjoyed at this no doubt unfamiliar situation from their perspective. A most peculiar bunch.
Still, even as he observed this, the 14 year old boy who sat in the throne atop the stairs had a frown on his face replacing his previous smile and tapping of feet. Nonetheless his eyes seemed to observe each individual summoned, to glare at them as if searching for the faintest glint of something. At least, he gave up on that endeavor with a sigh and turned to the old man beside him, his advisor.
"Ah, this is so lame! What's with all of them? They all look so...nothing! Was it a mistake to do this right after the coronation? Hey, hey, weren't the summoned supposed to be these cool, magnificent warriors and beings of endless beauty in their prime? Why are they like this instead? Did the mages screw up?"
The advisor seemed to jump in place. He look intentely at the confused crowd from Earth and then gave the gaze to the child itself.
"Y-your m-majesty, y-you are in pu-pu-public...they c-can hear y-you."
Shoutan's head took a minute to click on the meaning of those words. He didn't reply but with a cough to clear his throat. Then, he jumped out of the throne and marched to the edge of the stairs, where he cleared his throat again, louder than before.
"B-brave heroes! Wel-Welcome to our land!"
He was visibly trying to make his voice sound thicker and deeper while at the same trying to make it loud and audible. While he somewhat succeeded, the voice also undeniably faltered in several parts, seeming to vanish into him or squeak like one of those dog toys. Naturally, this left the supposed king with a little red on the cheeks.
"You may not realize yet what happened to you, but worry not! You have been summoned to our world to be heroes, but only if that is by your own choice! So please remain calm and allow me to explain it all. The world you are in now is Aglam, and the kingdom is Torpe. In a nearby kingdom, the powers of the dark wizard emerged from their thousand-year slumber in a mere decade...again... So, anyway, we need you to...to..."
The old man approached the boy and whispered in his ear. The kid's face was illuminated with a smile. He pretended to clean his throat again proceeding with an even MORE forced deep voice.
"We require your assistance as heroes from another world to save our kingdom, no the world, from the malefic powers of the dark wizard! Complete this task for us, and you will be handsomely rewarded, any wish in your heart that is in my power to grant shall be granted. If it's reasonable. I am sure you're anxious still, however. That is why you shall not alone! You shall be helped to grow by a selection of fine warriors from various kingdoms! Some of them couldn't make it today, but nevertheless, allow me to present them to you!"
On those last words the kid dropped the fake voice. He ran all the way to this tanned-skinned man with long very clearly not human years.
"This is Khalid! Yeah, just "Khalid". He is a prince just like I used to be! If you need someone to tend to your wounds, you can come to him!"
Next, he walked up, still keeping a fast pace though, to a considerably shorter person, someone about the same height as the king, but unlike the king, this person boasted of a goatee instead of hair, and a had considerably thicker build.
"This one is Kirron BlackForge. He is a dwarf, from the buried kingdom of the dwarves! Yeah, they are all pretty short, but he's got some astounding ideas too! After they get their weapons, show them that stick strikes enemies from afar you invented, Kirron! You guys are gonna be really amazed, I'm sure of it!"
Rather than runnning to the next person, the young king simply pointed at the next person, a human woman with a robe that seemed remarkably under-sized for her. Still, despite her carefree pose, there was no denying in the expensive-looking ornaments on the robe and gloves that she was someone with some importance or wealth at least.
"That is Mitsune Manouchiya, she is very powerful mage. Don't give her anything flammable." It was a little hard to hear from the back rows, as the king spoke in such a plain, uninterested voice. The joy returned to his face as he turned to go show off the next person to display. There were dozens lined all around the throne room. One might even question, with such excellent fighters, why didn't they just send those? Before objections could be raised, something else interrupted the king's introductions.
Busting open the gold-colored door, two elders tranversed the room in long steps, almost stomps. The man frowned as hard as he gripped the black-sheathed sword hung by a belt of rough leather. His comfortable-looking attire, like a pelt robe, was a surpising complement to the cloth mantle that enveloped the woman that walked beside him, examining the summoned with a sharp gaze and mischievious grin.
"We apologize for our lateness, your highness." Said the man. He proceeded to take his place among the ones the king had just been presenting, as did the woman, though she went with but a nod. The king nodded back with a huge smile.
"Now, there go true heroes. Were they not retired, we might have just sent them. Look, aspiring new heroes! Allan and Haruna here summoned to this world, much like you will now no doubt do, they defeated the evil wizard decades ago! With them here, it's time that you take your first step on your journey. For those that want to return, just talk tot he mages that summoned you all. There may have been some tiny mistakes in the summoning, since we summoned so many at once, and we can't really fix that...but if the change is something that only exists in this world, it will wear off, so don't worry! However, if you wish to stay instead, then we shall welcome you as our new heroes who will defeat the evil wizard! If you do, then please proceed to the armament room to the left! unfortunately we can't provide you with armor equipment, but we shall do what we can so that you at least have a beffiting weapon! The maidens of the calling will also be there, so that you can choose the class that you wish to persue, and on the way there, our maids will be happy to provide you one of the helpful guides, written by Allan and Haruna themselves!"
As he finished his words, no completely forgetting the booming, deep voice he was trying to mimick, the king raised his arms up for flare, then turned around.
"I shall now leave you, for I still have matters to attend to. However, worry not. The various representatives sent here will help guide each group in the beggining, as they themselves will explain to you. Farewell heroes, may your journey be successful!"
And so, with those words, the king took off followed by his advisor, who turned back and bowed as if apologizing for something. The room which up until then was mostly in silence and murmurs from the shock and from trying to keep up with everything that was being said suddenly began an outcry, waves of people crashing agaisnt each other as they panicked, attempted to get to the manages or attempted to get to the weaponry. Some even tried to calm down or control the crowd, only to be swallowed by it's waves.
The gaurds advanced to attempt to stop the crowd. The maids had been ordered to stand by the entrance to the armory, so despite their intense shaking and increasingly nervous smiles, they simply stood still and hugged the pink-colored pamphlets in their hand like a scared child hugging a stuffed animal for comfort, hoping it would somehow spare them from any incoming danger.
Cacophony had started in the room for the first time in 10 years. Or maybe it started from the very moment the summoning began?
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Direct Mentions:
quadraxis201
(Kirron)
Reis
(Mistune)
mochi_yume
(Khalid)
Other Tags:
Sacrosanctus
Elekta Kount
PinguPingu
LazyDaze
Damafaud
Blackrose7
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Pillars of light filled the room as the summoners finished the last words of their chorus. All the soldiers took their time opening one eye then the next, and those who didn't have to hold spears or anything else were rubbing their eyes to clear their vision of the throne room. The legendary summoning circles were all but erased, replaced by a inexpicably dressed crowd of very confused-looking teenagers for the most part. There was your usual little girl here and there and some old people caught in the spell as well, but those were usually the first to leave. Some newcomers seemed to be panicking while others observed the people around them in curiosity, or equally curious scanned the fine marble masonery of the walls, the magnificent red weaving of the tapestry, the crest on the carpet at their feet. Some even seemed overjoyed at this no doubt unfamiliar situation from their perspective. A most peculiar bunch.
Still, even as he observed this, the 14 year old boy who sat in the throne atop the stairs had a frown on his face replacing his previous smile and tapping of feet. Nonetheless his eyes seemed to observe each individual summoned, to glare at them as if searching for the faintest glint of something. At least, he gave up on that endeavor with a sigh and turned to the old man beside him, his advisor.
"Ah, this is so lame! What's with all of them? They all look so...nothing! Was it a mistake to do this right after the coronation? Hey, hey, weren't the summoned supposed to be these cool, magnificent warriors and beings of endless beauty in their prime? Why are they like this instead? Did the mages screw up?"
The advisor seemed to jump in place. He look intentely at the confused crowd from Earth and then gave the gaze to the child itself.
"Y-your m-majesty, y-you are in pu-pu-public...they c-can hear y-you."
Shoutan's head took a minute to click on the meaning of those words. He didn't reply but with a cough to clear his throat. Then, he jumped out of the throne and marched to the edge of the stairs, where he cleared his throat again, louder than before.
"B-brave heroes! Wel-Welcome to our land!"
He was visibly trying to make his voice sound thicker and deeper while at the same trying to make it loud and audible. While he somewhat succeeded, the voice also undeniably faltered in several parts, seeming to vanish into him or squeak like one of those dog toys. Naturally, this left the supposed king with a little red on the cheeks.
"You may not realize yet what happened to you, but worry not! You have been summoned to our world to be heroes, but only if that is by your own choice! So please remain calm and allow me to explain it all. The world you are in now is Aglam, and the kingdom is Torpe. In a nearby kingdom, the powers of the dark wizard emerged from their thousand-year slumber in a mere decade...again... So, anyway, we need you to...to..."
The old man approached the boy and whispered in his ear. The kid's face was illuminated with a smile. He pretended to clean his throat again proceeding with an even MORE forced deep voice.
"We require your assistance as heroes from another world to save our kingdom, no the world, from the malefic powers of the dark wizard! Complete this task for us, and you will be handsomely rewarded, any wish in your heart that is in my power to grant shall be granted. If it's reasonable. I am sure you're anxious still, however. That is why you shall not alone! You shall be helped to grow by a selection of fine warriors from various kingdoms! Some of them couldn't make it today, but nevertheless, allow me to present them to you!"
On those last words the kid dropped the fake voice. He ran all the way to this tanned-skinned man with long very clearly not human years.
"This is Khalid! Yeah, just "Khalid". He is a prince just like I used to be! If you need someone to tend to your wounds, you can come to him!"
Next, he walked up, still keeping a fast pace though, to a considerably shorter person, someone about the same height as the king, but unlike the king, this person boasted of a goatee instead of hair, and a had considerably thicker build.
"This one is Kirron BlackForge. He is a dwarf, from the buried kingdom of the dwarves! Yeah, they are all pretty short, but he's got some astounding ideas too! After they get their weapons, show them that stick strikes enemies from afar you invented, Kirron! You guys are gonna be really amazed, I'm sure of it!"
Rather than runnning to the next person, the young king simply pointed at the next person, a human woman with a robe that seemed remarkably under-sized for her. Still, despite her carefree pose, there was no denying in the expensive-looking ornaments on the robe and gloves that she was someone with some importance or wealth at least.
"That is Mitsune Manouchiya, she is very powerful mage. Don't give her anything flammable." It was a little hard to hear from the back rows, as the king spoke in such a plain, uninterested voice. The joy returned to his face as he turned to go show off the next person to display. There were dozens lined all around the throne room. One might even question, with such excellent fighters, why didn't they just send those? Before objections could be raised, something else interrupted the king's introductions.
Busting open the gold-colored door, two elders tranversed the room in long steps, almost stomps. The man frowned as hard as he gripped the black-sheathed sword hung by a belt of rough leather. His comfortable-looking attire, like a pelt robe, was a surpising complement to the cloth mantle that enveloped the woman that walked beside him, examining the summoned with a sharp gaze and mischievious grin.
"We apologize for our lateness, your highness." Said the man. He proceeded to take his place among the ones the king had just been presenting, as did the woman, though she went with but a nod. The king nodded back with a huge smile.
"Now, there go true heroes. Were they not retired, we might have just sent them. Look, aspiring new heroes! Allan and Haruna here summoned to this world, much like you will now no doubt do, they defeated the evil wizard decades ago! With them here, it's time that you take your first step on your journey. For those that want to return, just talk tot he mages that summoned you all. There may have been some tiny mistakes in the summoning, since we summoned so many at once, and we can't really fix that...but if the change is something that only exists in this world, it will wear off, so don't worry! However, if you wish to stay instead, then we shall welcome you as our new heroes who will defeat the evil wizard! If you do, then please proceed to the armament room to the left! unfortunately we can't provide you with armor equipment, but we shall do what we can so that you at least have a beffiting weapon! The maidens of the calling will also be there, so that you can choose the class that you wish to persue, and on the way there, our maids will be happy to provide you one of the helpful guides, written by Allan and Haruna themselves!"
As he finished his words, no completely forgetting the booming, deep voice he was trying to mimick, the king raised his arms up for flare, then turned around.
"I shall now leave you, for I still have matters to attend to. However, worry not. The various representatives sent here will help guide each group in the beggining, as they themselves will explain to you. Farewell heroes, may your journey be successful!"
And so, with those words, the king took off followed by his advisor, who turned back and bowed as if apologizing for something. The room which up until then was mostly in silence and murmurs from the shock and from trying to keep up with everything that was being said suddenly began an outcry, waves of people crashing agaisnt each other as they panicked, attempted to get to the manages or attempted to get to the weaponry. Some even tried to calm down or control the crowd, only to be swallowed by it's waves.
The gaurds advanced to attempt to stop the crowd. The maids had been ordered to stand by the entrance to the armory, so despite their intense shaking and increasingly nervous smiles, they simply stood still and hugged the pink-colored pamphlets in their hand like a scared child hugging a stuffed animal for comfort, hoping it would somehow spare them from any incoming danger.
Cacophony had started in the room for the first time in 10 years. Or maybe it started from the very moment the summoning began?
Direct Mentions:
quadraxis201
(Kirron)
Reis
(Mistune)
mochi_yume
(Khalid)Other Tags:
Sacrosanctus
Elekta Kount
PinguPingu
LazyDaze
Damafaud
Blackrose7
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