TEST DRIVE at 5 am because i make good decisions with my life

[crownofiron]

PROMPTS??

1: Somehow you've been transported to some medieval kingdom in god knows where. Welcome to Glandol where our incest and crazies go hand-in-hand.

2: OR this uptight looking guy is just suddenly where you are. Looking pretty damn confused and like he just stepped out of a renaissance fair. Don't worry, at least he's just the asshole and not the crazy asshole.

3: MAKE UP YOUR OWN?

Here's some prompts idk???

Comments

[crownofiron]

[Well that's not quite a closet. But it's certainly small enough to make him uneasy. He sits up immediately, grabbing for his sword by pure instinct. ..... a quick glance at both the door and the iron bars, before he stands and draws his sword to hold it to the back of Sion's neck. Good morning.]

[restorefromsave]

[Just sleeping here. You might feel still pretty drowsy and heavy yourself--drugs? Definitely, definitely you were drugged.]

[Either your roommate is a good actor or is still out of it but I guess he makes a noise and opens his eyes groggily.]

[crownofiron]

[He is certainly drowsy and his limbs heavy but-- he's a king. He can hold himself high, regardless of any drugs!]

Identify yourself.

[Orders. ... sways.]

[restorefromsave]

[Wow that's a sword in his face, wide awake now, staring at the blade and the guy holding it.]

Who are you?

[crownofiron]

I believe I asked you first.

[Answer before he cuts your head off in a drug-induced accident.]

[restorefromsave]

Sion. My name is Sion.

[crownofiron]

[... fair enough.]

Hal Triazolam Glandol. [Waits for any sign of recognition.]

[restorefromsave]

[Blank as shit.]

Nice to meet you... Could you stop pointing a sword at me?

[crownofiron]

... I assume it would be too much to hope that you have any idea where we are.

[restorefromsave]

No I was kind of concerned with waking up with a sword in my face.

[Glancing around the room though.]