Rising of the Questionable and Totally Original not Copyrighted Heroes
In Narf's hand was a gun, a Glock to be specific.
Narf stumbled back, suddenly realizing the sheer power he held in your hands, donning his imaginary cowboy hat.
'You are the Law, and the Law is you.'
"Alright, I can see everyone is having mixed reactions to the isekai thing, however, we need to get things started, and I'm all out of time."
The robed man waved for everyone. "Follow me, and we'll get this party rolling."
reluctantly, Narfumi and the four others followed along.
After a while of stumbling through various corridors and halls, you find yourself in a very luxurious throne room. The room is decorated with bright blue banners of various kinds, and there is balloons and even a cake with some unknown text on it.
"Ah, so the heroes have arrived. Excellent." A man upon a throne said with a mild sigh, as though very tired. In his hands sat a sandwich oddly enough. Mind you, it was a very tasty-looking sandwich.
"Oi Old man! Are you gonna keep us waiting or are ya gonna tell us who ya are?" One of the other heroes said, almost knocking over a maid in the process.
"Patience. It is a virtue and you shall have to keep it to be a hero."
"Fock You!"
*sigh*... The man on the throne looked utterly defeated.
"FIne then. Name yourselves, heroes." He said.
First up was the boy from before. He had platinum blonde hair slicked back under a black baseball cap and bright red eyes. His outfit could only be described as mismatched, with all kinds of weird colors and combinations.
"Oi Oi! I'm the future king of this land, have some respect! The name's Kazuma Kujo, don't wear it out!"
"Like hell I'd let you marry my daughter!" The man on the throne said. Oh, so he's the king.
"Mark my words, I'll become king one way or another!" Kazuma said.
"W-Why do you care so much about being the king of a country you don't even know the name of???" The singular female hero of the group asked.
"Of course, I know the name of the country! It's... Uh... What's your name, Former King?"
"The only thing about to be former is your right to stay in the capital. Shut up and go wander the hallway, 'Hero of the Blade.'"
Next up, the only girl of our group spoke up. She was a girl with distinct features and very detailed clothing. Her eyes sparkled and her hair was probably very soft. "I guess I'm next... I'm [Removed due to copyright complaints]. I have a Book attached to my hand, so I'm guessing it's my weapon...?"
The King nodded. "Yes, that is your Holy Weapon, a weapon designed for you so you can help save the world from crises, such as the *Levels of Misery*"
"The Levels of Misery?" [Removed due to copyright complaints] asked quietly in confusion.
The King frowned. "The Levels of Misery are a phenomenon that has plagued our world for many years, coming and going almost like waves in the ocean. Every hundred or so years, various heroes have to rise up to the challenge and call to the summons, arriving to save our world. We only summoned you lot because the need is dire, the Levels only get stronger and we could barely hold off the first wave ourselves."
"I see..." RCC said, also frowning. "I guess we'll just have to do our best to help you."
The king smiled. "I hope the rest of the heroes are as thoughtful as you are, [Removed due to copyright complaints]"
Next up was a man with a rather soldierly appearance, dressed up in tactical garb and a bandana. In his hand, he held a spear as if it was the very thing keeping him alive. He had bright orange spiked hair and cyan eyes.
"So, what is your name, soldier?" The king asked calmly.
"Rudolf Aberheim at your service, sir!" The man said with a salute, narrowly avoiding stabbing himself in the eye with the spear in his hand. His military reflexes seemed rather incredible.
The king nodded. "I am Autcrab Metromark the 53rd, king of Metromark. It is good to see someone well trained such as yourself will be of service to us in our time of need."
"Sir yes Sir! As long as we don't die in this game for real I'll be happy to help!"
"Game?" The king asked.
"You know, like a roleplaying game? I guess you probably know, you're just being in character, right? Right."
The Autcrab frowned and shook his head as Rudolf turned. "Another lunatic..."
The final man in the room was by far the most shocking, an apparent caveman with silver hair and a massive boulder in his hands.
Shifting the boulder into a tophat and setting it on his head, the caveman gave a bow. "Reginal P. Rockbottom at your service."
Everyone seemed stunned into silence for a moment. The caveman simply shrugged.
"What? You didn't think I could speak? These weapons seem to have built-in translation features. I mean, you don't think all of us would share a language, right?"
Everyone just stared. Reginald sighed. "This is going to be a long and arduous process, isn't it?"
After Reginald quieted down, Narf began to speak up only for the king to interrupt him.
"Now that everyone has introduced themselves-"
"OI! Are you senile AND stupid? You forgot one!" Kazuma pointed out.
The King sighed, looking to Narfumi.
"And you are...?"
"Narfumi Aquatani."
"Great. Now then, all of you go away to your quarters. I need time to... Think..." Autcrab said.
"But what about the cake?" The Spear hero asked.
"Now!" The king said.
Soon, a set of guards arrived, leading everyone off to the rooms they would be staying at. RCC of course got her own room, while I was forced to room with the other 3 boys. Before I left, I finally got to read what the cake said on its surface.
'Congrats on the Divorce!'
"So, what are you guys thinkin'? You want to help me take out the king so we can do whatever we want?"
"No. Not touching that with a ten-foot stick..." Reginald said.
"I'll pass. The RP will get boring if we just depose the king..." Rudolf said.
Narfumi sighed, missing home already.
Reginald looked to Narf wistfully. "I can tell you are homesick, my good sir. Do remember that this is but a temporary journey. I will ensure that once everyone is done here, everyone will get home properly." Reginald said. He gave Narf a pat on the back before going over to one of the beds and sitting down.
"You need to take a break for the night? I think you can log off in the menu."
"The what?" Narfumi asked.
"You know, the Menu, the HUD. You can just pull it up by clicking that little icon in the corner."
Narfumi did so, displaying his stats,
Everything seemed normal save for his Luck, Attack, and Speed. For whatever reason, His Luck and Attack stats were through the roof. His Speed stat meanwhile was abysmally low.
"So that's why I've felt so tired today..." Narf muttered.
Silently. Narf climbed into bed and hit off the light. Today was already exhausting, but hopefully, tomorrow would be better.
Narf stumbled back, suddenly realizing the sheer power he held in your hands, donning his imaginary cowboy hat.
'You are the Law, and the Law is you.'
"Alright, I can see everyone is having mixed reactions to the isekai thing, however, we need to get things started, and I'm all out of time."
The robed man waved for everyone. "Follow me, and we'll get this party rolling."
reluctantly, Narfumi and the four others followed along.
After a while of stumbling through various corridors and halls, you find yourself in a very luxurious throne room. The room is decorated with bright blue banners of various kinds, and there is balloons and even a cake with some unknown text on it.
"Ah, so the heroes have arrived. Excellent." A man upon a throne said with a mild sigh, as though very tired. In his hands sat a sandwich oddly enough. Mind you, it was a very tasty-looking sandwich.
"Oi Old man! Are you gonna keep us waiting or are ya gonna tell us who ya are?" One of the other heroes said, almost knocking over a maid in the process.
"Patience. It is a virtue and you shall have to keep it to be a hero."
"Fock You!"
*sigh*... The man on the throne looked utterly defeated.
"FIne then. Name yourselves, heroes." He said.
First up was the boy from before. He had platinum blonde hair slicked back under a black baseball cap and bright red eyes. His outfit could only be described as mismatched, with all kinds of weird colors and combinations.
"Oi Oi! I'm the future king of this land, have some respect! The name's Kazuma Kujo, don't wear it out!"
"Like hell I'd let you marry my daughter!" The man on the throne said. Oh, so he's the king.
"Mark my words, I'll become king one way or another!" Kazuma said.
"W-Why do you care so much about being the king of a country you don't even know the name of???" The singular female hero of the group asked.
"Of course, I know the name of the country! It's... Uh... What's your name, Former King?"
"The only thing about to be former is your right to stay in the capital. Shut up and go wander the hallway, 'Hero of the Blade.'"
Next up, the only girl of our group spoke up. She was a girl with distinct features and very detailed clothing. Her eyes sparkled and her hair was probably very soft. "I guess I'm next... I'm [Removed due to copyright complaints]. I have a Book attached to my hand, so I'm guessing it's my weapon...?"
The King nodded. "Yes, that is your Holy Weapon, a weapon designed for you so you can help save the world from crises, such as the *Levels of Misery*"
"The Levels of Misery?" [Removed due to copyright complaints] asked quietly in confusion.
The King frowned. "The Levels of Misery are a phenomenon that has plagued our world for many years, coming and going almost like waves in the ocean. Every hundred or so years, various heroes have to rise up to the challenge and call to the summons, arriving to save our world. We only summoned you lot because the need is dire, the Levels only get stronger and we could barely hold off the first wave ourselves."
"I see..." RCC said, also frowning. "I guess we'll just have to do our best to help you."
The king smiled. "I hope the rest of the heroes are as thoughtful as you are, [Removed due to copyright complaints]"
Next up was a man with a rather soldierly appearance, dressed up in tactical garb and a bandana. In his hand, he held a spear as if it was the very thing keeping him alive. He had bright orange spiked hair and cyan eyes.
"So, what is your name, soldier?" The king asked calmly.
"Rudolf Aberheim at your service, sir!" The man said with a salute, narrowly avoiding stabbing himself in the eye with the spear in his hand. His military reflexes seemed rather incredible.
The king nodded. "I am Autcrab Metromark the 53rd, king of Metromark. It is good to see someone well trained such as yourself will be of service to us in our time of need."
"Sir yes Sir! As long as we don't die in this game for real I'll be happy to help!"
"Game?" The king asked.
"You know, like a roleplaying game? I guess you probably know, you're just being in character, right? Right."
The Autcrab frowned and shook his head as Rudolf turned. "Another lunatic..."
The final man in the room was by far the most shocking, an apparent caveman with silver hair and a massive boulder in his hands.
Shifting the boulder into a tophat and setting it on his head, the caveman gave a bow. "Reginal P. Rockbottom at your service."
Everyone seemed stunned into silence for a moment. The caveman simply shrugged.
"What? You didn't think I could speak? These weapons seem to have built-in translation features. I mean, you don't think all of us would share a language, right?"
Everyone just stared. Reginald sighed. "This is going to be a long and arduous process, isn't it?"
After Reginald quieted down, Narf began to speak up only for the king to interrupt him.
"Now that everyone has introduced themselves-"
"OI! Are you senile AND stupid? You forgot one!" Kazuma pointed out.
The King sighed, looking to Narfumi.
"And you are...?"
"Narfumi Aquatani."
"Great. Now then, all of you go away to your quarters. I need time to... Think..." Autcrab said.
"But what about the cake?" The Spear hero asked.
"Now!" The king said.
Soon, a set of guards arrived, leading everyone off to the rooms they would be staying at. RCC of course got her own room, while I was forced to room with the other 3 boys. Before I left, I finally got to read what the cake said on its surface.
'Congrats on the Divorce!'
"So, what are you guys thinkin'? You want to help me take out the king so we can do whatever we want?"
"No. Not touching that with a ten-foot stick..." Reginald said.
"I'll pass. The RP will get boring if we just depose the king..." Rudolf said.
Narfumi sighed, missing home already.
Reginald looked to Narf wistfully. "I can tell you are homesick, my good sir. Do remember that this is but a temporary journey. I will ensure that once everyone is done here, everyone will get home properly." Reginald said. He gave Narf a pat on the back before going over to one of the beds and sitting down.
"You need to take a break for the night? I think you can log off in the menu."
"The what?" Narfumi asked.
"You know, the Menu, the HUD. You can just pull it up by clicking that little icon in the corner."
Narfumi did so, displaying his stats,
Everything seemed normal save for his Luck, Attack, and Speed. For whatever reason, His Luck and Attack stats were through the roof. His Speed stat meanwhile was abysmally low.
"So that's why I've felt so tired today..." Narf muttered.
Silently. Narf climbed into bed and hit off the light. Today was already exhausting, but hopefully, tomorrow would be better.