A blue-armored knight dug out what appeared to be a fascinatingly red gem, which had somehow been chucked within a cave. This cave had some dirt chucked into it, and the knight knew that there was something special in the hollow, natural structure. So far, his stay in the world he was in proved to be quite eventful, as he had just ran away from a bunch of sharks on a wooden boat to the island. He had figured out that the school, which was apparently under construction, had sort of moved to some distant island.
It is a horror that I dream not of, Bedivere, the knight who wielded a shovel, thought as he left the cave, thinking about the frighteningly fast sharks. I do hate them as I do hell pains!
The Knight of Shovelry was, so to speak, a knight who followed his own Code of Shovelry. Never had he swung a blade before, but shovels were a different story. In his own land, he had been hailed as a hero. Here, everyone considered him to be a fascinating term known as a "cosplayer." They even went as far as calling him an extreme "cosplayer," which Bedivere had no idea as to what it meant.
Nevertheless, he found a gem that would hopefully make up for his absence. The knight froze when, after leaving the cave, he heard a voice call out,
Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late! I wilt get to the voice that calls!
Bedivere quickly ran, heading to where the voice had come from.
It took him one entire hour to get to the... village? A tavern? The voice seemed to have come from the "tavern," which turned out to be a bar. Bedivere looked around, receiving weird looks due to how heavily armored he was, before peeking into the so-called "lounge." Many people had gathered already!
Bedivere! Sit thyself down in gentleness! Thou've met plenty of people already!
Thinking that the people inside the bar would not mind seeing a fully armored knight, the man of Shovelry simply strutted into the bar in an utterly outdated fashion. He walked, walked, walked before dusting a fascinatingly simple chair. The blue-armored knight looked around again before taking a seat, feeling surprised that the chair withstood his armor's weight.