Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26253133-20160725220911

(*The catch? I'd prefer a max of only SIX players, including myself.)

Time: 11:30 A.M.

Location: Parkton. An up-and-coming town with a famous militia, sweet shoppe, glorious town hall, and houses of varying sizes and shapes. The town is also rural, since it is out in the middle of a large plain. Parkton is surronded with a rugged stone wall, with two gates; one at the north, and one at the south. Both were exactly identical; they had a collapsable draw bridge, blessed glass windows that could withstand almost any magical attack, and usually fifteen guards armed with either longswords or sword & shield. On the sides of the wall, east and west, were sporadically placed guards armed with make-shift explosives, bow & arrow, and steel-tipped spears. Outside of Parkton, there is a small forest; nothing extraordinary.

Our story takes place just on the outskirts of this certain town; a portal was beginning to open up. And out popped a futuristic machine previously unheard of. It roared to a stop, and as the door opened vertically, a middle-aged man dressed in a gray T-shirt, along with tan cargo pants, stepped out. He wore a matching trench coat, with a fedora. Each of his hands were gloved, and he wore snow boots; odd, since it wasn't winter. He shut the door, as casual as he could, for he was thunderstruck at the sight before him.

"Wowzers, where am I?" he says.

((If there are any errors with this beginning, then please tell me so I can correct them.)) 