Loksfjoer — Roleplayer Guild

After kicking Zigmund with her boots, Fenna landed on the ground, but not how she had anticipated. She had landed many times on sand after jumping with a long stick, but colliding with something before landing was something she had never done before and she needed a moment to get a firm footing. As she turned to face the ninja, he aimed a roundhouse kick at her and she stumbled back in an attempt to avoid being hit, falling down in the process.

She got up as quickly as she could and watched him liquefy and slide away. "Water?" She spat as she squinted at him. "I'll dike you up and turn you into a fucking polder!" 

There was no way she would let some body of water win. Before she could move in for an attack, Lilliana got stabbed and she shouted out the mage's name. The shock of seeing one of them being impaled by a sword made her lower the tip of her weapon and stare as the realization they could actually get injured and die fully sank in. Moments later lightning erupted. Everything happened so fast.

Then she heard James. Her falcon, right, she could carry the cube. First she located her falcon, then tried to locate the cube she wanted the falcon to grab. Would her falcon understand a command in her language? How could she let the falcon know the exact object that needed to be taken wawy? It took time to train birds of prey. Pointing to Lilliana could mean anything, and be mistaken for a command to attack. 

Before she could figure out the exact order she would give, Clive died and his lifeless body was used as a throwing weapon against Zell. She wanted to shout something, but words got stuck in her throat. She had fought together with Clive, and talked with him during the travel. She had considered him a friend. That damned body of water, who now also had the cube. The sting of grief turned to anger. There was no way she would let him get away with it. Thankfully Adam's plants made him drop the cube. Now it was up for grabs and she got ready to send her falcon to retrieve it when a roar made her freeze. What the hell was that?

The roots moved the incapacitated Lillina out of its way, but the cube remained between the legs of some kind of centaur from hell. A strike came down, but her falcon flew in to grab the arm with her talons. It wouldn't stop the attack, just delay it for a second as the beast pulled his arm free, long enough for Fenna to duck and roll under the large beast to grab the cube before it was trampled and get to the other side of the beast. She threw it up for her falcon to grab and shouted "Go!" pointing away from the fight, before turning and readying her spear so she could assist Joji taking it out.

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The Entries

Where… am I? Keiko wondered as her eyes scanned her surroundings. A tall young woman of refined bearing, garbed in an elegant kimono and holding a large umbrella in the traditional Japanese style, Keiko was the very image of a proper Japanese lady. Or, rather, she would have been, if not for the cold intensity of her gaze, along with the incongruous pair of sizable horns protruding from her forehead.

Although Keiko had no memory of how she had come to stand within them, her surroundings seemed pleasant enough- a small path in the midst of a verdant wood. The vibrant green leaves of the myriad bushes and trees sparkled like dozens of shimmering stars as shafts of warm sunlight struck the many water droplets that covered them. These constellations were joined, Keiko soon realized, by those gracing the puddles on the muddy path before her, creating quite the dazzling display. 

A pity I missed the rain…

Yes, she had always loved the rain, so soothing, so refreshing… A simple thing that, nonetheless, managed to rejuvenate mind, body, and spirit in ways that nothing else seemed able to match. It was a cherished blessing indeed, Keiko reflected, especially in the midst of her arduous training to forge herself into an instrument worthy of her lady.

Her lady. She was obviously the reason Keiko now found herself in these mysterious surroundings. Of that, the horned young woman was certain. Either her lady had brought her here because there was a worthy opponent in this place for her to meet in honorable combat, or some foe of her liege had sought to imprison her here in a pathetic attempt at revenge. Regardless of the reason, the path before her was clear, in more ways than one. Whatever challenge lay before her, she would defeat it, as she always had. Thus, Keiko began to make her way down the forest passage, her pace calm and unhurried.

Eventually, the forest opened to reveal a small village, surrounded by fields. The settlement was a modest collection of simple structures, with white-plastered walls and straw rooftops, set along a few cobblestone streets. As she drew nearer, Keiko took note of the various inhabitants she could see. One elderly man was tending to the roses in his garden, while a considerably younger man was pushing a heavily laden cart towards what appeared to be a bakery. However, she could see no children present, or animals of any kind, and while the village seemed to have a fair number of shops, an inn did not seem to be among them.

Just as well. I do not plan on remaining here long.

Retracting her horns so as not to alarm the villagers, Keiko continued on until she had reached the well at the center of the village square. Two middle-aged women were standing by it, deep in conversation. Like the others she had seen, they were dressed in the simple clothes of peasants and seemed to be rather fearfully whispering back and forth about the village’s new mayor.

“Please pardon my intrusion,” Keiko announced with a small bow. “I do not mean to eavesdrop, but I could not help but notice that something has caused you no small amount of distress.”

“Oh, dear! You poor thing!” One of the women gasped, only just now noticing the new arrival. “I was just telling Gertrude how awful it was that we were trapped here, and now yet another innocent soul has been cursed to share our horrible fate!”

“Your fate?” Keiko inquired. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you see, dear, it’s just like Abby and I were discussing,” the other woman replied in a hushed tone. “It’s all because of the new mayor.”

“Yes, he lives in that mansion just outside the village,” Abby added, hesitantly pointing a trembling finger in the direction of said structure.

Casting her sharp-eyed gaze in the direction indicated, Keiko saw that it was quite the palatial edifice, one of an opulence and architectural complexity far surpassing that displayed by the humble structures of the village.

“Ever since he killed the old mayor, he’s trapped us here in the village!” Gertrude explained.

“How?”

“W-We don’t really know…” Abby conceded. “It’s just that, whenever anyone ventures too far down the path, they end up right back here, at the well.”

“I see…” Keiko murmured. “So this man is some form of sorcerer….”

“Oh, no! He’s no man!” Gertrude corrected, her eyes filled with fear. “He’s a horrible monster!”

“An abomination!” Abby added, looking and sounding equally terrified.

“A monster?” Keiko repeated. “Do you mean, like this?” she inquired, allowing her horns to reemerge and extend to their full, impressive length.

“Oh, heavens no!” Gertrude replied, while attempting to stifle a small giggle.

“Why, those are absolutely lovely, dear,” Abby added with a patronizing smile, as if talking to a confused child. “Certainly nothing like that nightmarish creature…” 

Keiko raised an eyebrow, a major expression of shock for such a stoic young lady.

If my true appearance is perfectly normal to them, then what form of being awaits me in that mansion?

“I see,” Keiko replied curtly. “Thank you for your time,” she told the two women with another bow, before setting off towards the Mansion’s imposing steel gates.

“W-Wait!” Both women cried out. 

“Y-You can’t go in there!” Abby insisted.

“The gates are barred, and even if you could get inside, the mayor will surely kill you!” Gertrude added.

“Y-Yes!” Abby agreed. “The old mayor was a master swordsman, and he fell after only one strike!”

“Perhaps,” Keiko replied, sounding utterly unperturbed as she conjured an ornate katana and employed its glowing blade to slice through the gates in one smooth motion. “Yet, there is only one way to know for certain.”

Leaving the two women at the shattered gates, Keiko strode up to the mansion’s doors, which spread themselves wide before her, and stepped into the darkness beyond…

Whereever I was it wasn't the usual suburban plains and roving hills of Illinois. No Misfits that failed feigning agility for dexterity but got rejected from their own stand-to, and no scum that tried the heretic way, too, but were considered ruffian enough to appeal being gay, merry, or lousy. 

I kept from intermediating with the Ladies by the Well, I just didn't like the random unperturbed satiableness of them by happenstance, as I knew well enough that Women would prefer to not become Oafs, for whatever Maiden class they earned. So I jogged towards the Man pushing the cart, waved my hand with my arm over my stature enjoying the location much better than a mere Tourist - serendipity always made any location my turf moments after like I was a B-Class Stud. He couldn't see it and with that estimation I strove with a stride of prominence in the jive towards the man, when he did acknowledge me I competently asked "It's quite bright, almost like Noon has come or passed, say Fellow I sense no longing humidty, is there a Sea Coast about here?"

The Man was a gaw with me. My facial recovery was a reflex by now... but I farted. So I forgot about adheration, and mistook the appraisal to a jolly good Fellow myself, heeving into an astounding laughter, I couldn't recognise if I was affable or better because I had layed a hand on their shoulder, nearly unstabling the Man. "Now it's hot as you thought!" said the Man. 

I almost buckled backwards, that retort was too well placated. I could feel my face begin to redden, though. So I managed a stand-still. The chuckles echoeing inside my lungs made me see stars for fleeting moments, there. Casually the Man said "The Caspain Sea is East of here, Buddy, you're in Georgia."

Not remembering where you were wasn’t normal, but it was for P.T.. It was an unfortunate side effect for those that inhaled behemoth incense. One minute you were an unstoppable warrior, then you woke up without knowing where you were or how you got there. She accepted it.

P.T. only wished she had been dressed better. Her white bodysuit showed every speck of mud on her person. Her bandages held the cold dirt against her skin. Her incense burner – which looked like a chain gun strapped to her back – struck every tree she walked by. 

Despite her strange appearance, the locals were unfazed by her. P.T. reasoned that they must had seen many odd foreigners. She had to be in an inter-dimensional space frequented by travelers like herself. This narrowed down the places P.T. could be from an uncountable infinite number to a countably infinite one. To get more answers – and to alleviate her munchies – she approached the young man headed to the bakery.

“Broooooo!” P.T. delivered her ice breaker before running up beside the man. Her incense burner slapped into the side of the cart, rocking it off its wheels.

“Gah!” He immediately lowered the cart to prevent it from falling over. “Watch where you’re pointing that thing!”

He could speak her language. He didn't seem to know what the incense burner was, but that was understandable given its shape. “I’m lost, maaaaaaan. Wanna, tell me, where I, aaaaaaaaam?”

With a huff, the man straightened his posture. “Didn’t you bring a map?” 

“Naw. No map, my guy. But, you’re way, cuter than, a map.” P.T. gave the man a shark's grin. 

“Was that flirting? I’ll tell you I’m happily-”

P.T. tugged at one of the bags in an attempt to open it. With a pop, it covered her face and hands in powder. 

“W-what are you doing with the flour!?”

“I was, wondering, what that, white stuff was.”

The young man groaned. “Could you please bother someone else?”

“Hey, we cool, we cool.” P.T. scooched the man over and grabbed the cart’s handles. “Let me, help you out.”

“I don’t-” 

P.T. had little difficulty lifting the cart back up. She was banged up, but there was enough behemoth incense flowing through her veins to do a little physical labor. “Where do you, want it, brooooooooo?”

The young man sighed in defeat. “Just, cart it out back. My brothers will unload it.” He walked after her. “And my name is Kent!”

Once the cart was unloaded, P.T was treated to one of the biggest buns she ever saw. It barely fit in her hand, but she had little difficulty enjoying it.

“This bread.” She managed between bites. “Is the, best, bread, ever.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Kent pointed at her flour-bleached face. “You uh, want a napkin?”

“Naw.” She grinned. “I need, a shower, anyway.”

“Right.” After watching her take another bite, Kent closed his eyes. “Look, it’s not that we don’t like outsiders, they just cause us a lot of trouble.”

“Mam miffiming.” P.T. said with a mouth full of bread.

“Every time an outsider comes through here, the mayor sends out his troops.” Kent shrugged. “They interrogate everyone about what they ate, why they were there, the works. They’ll also collect anything an outsider leaves behind.” He pinched his fingers together. “I’ve seen troops with tweezers trying to collect fallen hair. Nobody messes with them. It’s a good way to get hurt.”

P.T. raised an eyebrow. “Do you, know why, my guy?”

“If I had to guess, his interest in outsiders is related to how he’s become so wealthy.” 

She swallowed. “And he, stays, in power?” 

Kent huffed. “The elders tell me they use to vote for mayors, but I’ve never seen an election in my entire life. I don’t even know his name. He’s always just been 'the mayor'.”

P.T. hesitated. “Where does, he live?”

“Just outside the village. The giant mansion with a wrought iron fence is his.” Kent shook his head. “The gate’s under lock and key, and well guarded. You aren’t seeing him unless he wants to see you.”

That might be the case under most circumstances. However…

The incense burner started to make a whirring sound. The belt feed started to move, and the Incense burner dispensed a red cloud. With a deep inhale, P.T. drew it all into her lungs and held it there. Her blood vessels stood out. Dark rivers of blood ran under her skin. Her heart throbbed in her ears. Her bodysuit stretched as her muscles expanded. Once her transformation was complete, she exhaled.

“Bet.”

“Uh, wow.” Kent looked P.T. up and down. “I’ve seen some interesting outsiders, but nothing like that.”

“Yee.”

“Yee?” Kent broke eye contact with P.T. to examine her muscles.

“Do you, wanna, hit, my guy?”

Kent blinked. “Excuse me?”

P.T. presented him with a bong linked directly to her incense burner. “Wanna, get, swole?”

“Oh I couldn’t possibly-” He cleared his throat. “I mean, is it safe?”

P.T. tipped her head side to side. “Not in, large hits.”

“In that case, I will have a small hit.” P.T. held the apparatus up to his lips. He only got half way through inhaling when he pulled back and started coughing. He waved the red smoke away from his face. “That was a lot less pleasant than-” Kent stopped when he noticed his arm was noticeably more toned than it should have been. 

“Wanna see, the mayor, with me?”

Kent looked at P.T. and smiled. “Can the rest of the village join us?”

She smiled. They didn't call her P.T. for nothing.

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