Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20171120220818/@comment-33719112-20171121034956

(I'm jumping in the deep end, get ready for a splash!)

Darkness. It wasn't uncommon where he was from, but this type of darkness was swift, and sudden. It knocked the wind out of him the second it hit him, whatever 'it' was, but now he was falling into nothingness. An everlasting darkness was just something he really hadn't expected to come up in his schedule. What he had expected was to get to the next shrine, kill a Lord or so, try not to die. Eh, all in a day's work he supposed.

Then, there was light, bright and burning. The air was fresh, or at least clean of the smell of rot and death. It smelled... Fruity? Musky. Like a fresh batch of apples coated in sprinkles and ecstacy. Where did 'it' take him? Those questions lurked in the back of his head as he realized that he was falling, ''fast. ''The 'He' in question was a figure dressed in knightly garb, a full plate armor suit adorned with a sheathe, a little red banner that flapped in the wind at his waist that depicted the faded design of a stylized bat, and a longsword to accompany him on his adventures. He wasn't named, or he didn't remember, and he didn't scream as he fell.

As the little shrubs underneath him became large bushes, then grew to trees, he realized that the ground was coming at him. He fell fast, the thich branches of the trees serving little to break his fall, the knight crashing down with a cracking sound. He was unsure if it was him, or the trees, but his body was aflame. It took a little bit to get his bearings, but he noticed a group of figures conversing, all wearing strange garb, and a tree with some sort of door within it.

This was most certainly different.

He struggled to straighten himself up, until a small chalkboard struck him on the back of the head, followed shortly after by a piece of chalk. Attempting to get back up again, he found himself on his feet, barely. He plucked the chalk and chalkboard from the ground, holding them under his right arm, his left hand still on his knee from the long fall. He stumbled a step, and fell back on the ground, where he decided to stay put. At the very least, he had strength enough to prop himself to a sitting posistion, where he was able to try and watch the locals before conversing with them.