[IC] Trope Kingdom: Quest for the McGuffins

[TheUnknowable]

Cutscene:
Prince Philip: "Mwahaha. My father is now dead, and I'm the new ruler."
Baron Rothbard: "I assume he died of a broken heart from your sister being missing, presumed dead?"
Prince Philip: "No. It was his heart, but it wasn't broken, it had my knife in it. Mwahahahahahaha. Now my sister is the only one who could challenge my right to the throne, and she's dead, right?"
Baron Rothbard: *thought* Well, the bandits I hired said she hit her head hard against a tree before the hunters drove them away. *end thought* "Yes, she's dead."
Prince Philip: "Then I will be king, and rule this country with an iron fist. Mwahahahahahahahahaha."

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You awaken in the local Inn. Inn? you think, as you remember that you went to bed in your house/apartment after playing the latest Indie Fantasy RPG. That's it, you must be dreaming of being in the game. Well, this could be fun. You realize that you are in the body of one of the game's NPCs. Interesting.
You make sure you have your beginning equipment and head down stairs, where you are greeted by a friendly Innkeeper. "Hi." he says. "Did you sleep well? My name is Chekov." You notice a musket hanging on his back. "I run this Inn and happen to be the only man in town that owns a musket, including the guards. How can I help you?"

[Cyndyr]

Meiko awoke with a start -- this wasn't where she had remembered falling asleep, but then again, it didn't really matter since she was a traveler anyway. Still, she found it a bit suspicious. . her suspicions were quelled slightly after finding her companion, Frey, curled up next to the bed that she had awoken in and her lance resting across the room.

So what had exactly happened?

Eh, she didn't have time to think about it. Instead, she stood up, giving Frey a little kick and grabbed her lance before heading downstairs and being greeted by the Innkeeper. Immediately, her eyes were drawn to the musket and his friendly "demeanor". . there was nothing more dangerous than a friendly stranger in her eyes. .

She had to lie and "cover up" the fact that she was lost. "Can you tell me where to find a blacksmith?" Her small dragon stumbled down the staircase, wrapping its tail around her feet. It was still small enough to fit inside most buildings and co-exist with humans, though it was still much larger than her. "I need to get work done on my lance, it's getting a bit dull."

[TheUnknowable]

"Ah, yes" replied Chekov. "His shop is just across the street. If you don't find him there, he'll be out back in his forge, trying to craft his ULTIMATE SWORD."