If you were summoned into a grimdark light magic fantasy world with only two coppers, a stick, and a silly hat along with whatever you're wearing or holding right now, what would you do?
How fucked would you be? There's gablinsn ghoulies.
How would you try and keep yourself fed? You could be a tavern serving creature or take quests or something, there are options.
If Raknorr Greybeard, the gruff older Orc blacksmith who can't adventure no more because of his damned ankle looked you over and for a moment his eyes (slate grey with the intensity of a impending typhoon over dangerous waters) softened like he'd been struck with a bittsweet memory he quickly casts aside, and so he turns away to work the bellows, said to you: "Watch yerself, lad, the forests are thick and filled with man, beast and all else sinister that nature deigned to birth. A life is a precious thing to waste, when there is so much left that aught be loved or reached for." Would you begrudge his advice and go off gallavanting through glen and dale, or would you immediately climb him like a tree
The public demands answers.
Hm. Much to consider here.
Firstly lets thank whatever gods there may be, that I am dressed upon reading this, having recently gotten out of the bath.
Two coppers might buy me a meal, or a drink maybe. I'm not sure what I'd do with the stick - walking stick, maybe? Size depending of course. If not, I'll probably just keep it anyway.
I think tavern serving might suit me best. I don't think little old me would be... Best suited to travelling for quests. Or much hard labour. I could work in a tavern, or perhaps a trade shop.
Now, this is where you brought in Raknorr Greybeard. And as soon as you said "Orc blacksmith" I knew PRECISELY where this was going. And I both love and hate the fact that you know my type so well. Now I'm not a man to throw advice by the wayside. And this orc... This orc is exactly the kind of guy I'll listen to. I can't just let him look at me like THAT and go off ignoring his advice???? I'm not that stupid. I'm climbing him like a TREE. And also becoming his little pet, his pretty thing to look at.
Let the public know I have found my place in this realm full of gablinsn ghoulies. It is nestled between this orc's l— Gets shot
