[Dream Event Post]

[becomeanwarrior]

[You seem to have come across a castle. Though it looks medieval in origin, there are parts that don't seem quite right. It seems smoother, made with materials that shine better in the mid-afternoon light, and generally seems to be a twinge more advanced than you'd expect a medieval castle to be.

The gate has been lowered. You can cross the moat and head inside. There isn't anything else for miles around... do you advance?]

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[arknpcs3]

Yeah, just drop the cocksure attitude, and you'll be fine, kiddo.

::Cracks a smile.::

[becomeanwarrior]

Yeah... I guess.

[He start to lead you through the corridors of the castle. You can hear some talking in the distance.]

So, what's your story, eh?

[arknpcs3]

I seek to see where I end up, how high I can climb, or how far I'll fall.

::Listens to the talking while talking to Dork Onni.::

[becomeanwarrior]

Sweet. I feel the same way sometimes!

[ As you pass by what's inevitably the barracks, you see a couple of dudes geared up in armor arguing as the fight.]

I just- [He parries a blow, swinging in response.] Don't understand! Why can't we take over the kingdom and rule it so no one gets hurt!?

[The far older of the two sidesteps the blade, making the younger jump back with a thrust.] I told you kid, it ain't that easy! You'll have people breaking down your door the whole time!

[arknpcs3]

... So you guys are considering armed rebellion over the ruler? ::Asking Runt Onni.::

[becomeanwarrior]

[He sighs.] Sort of. The lord here has to make a lot of hard calls. Pleasing everyone, but that guy's always got this whole ruler streak in him. He picks fights with our teacher constantly over it. It kind of gets on your nerves after a while, you know?

[There's even more sounds up ahead.]

Oh no... don't tell me those two are fighting again too...

[arknpcs3]

What two. And hey, quick question. You ever hear of a "Princess of Swords"?

[becomeanwarrior]

Princess of Swords? ...No, can't say I have. Not offhand. I bet the lord does tho-

[They enter what's clearly a dining hall/throne room area, and there are two dudes there. One look pretty familiar to you, and the other... well, if you squint, you can probably see how he could look a bit familiar.]

But why!? Why did you give up on those things so easily, huh? Why couldn't we just keep trying at it!

...It's not something I expect to be easily understandable to you. But sometimes discretion is the better part of valor.

That's bullshit and you know it! What happened to charging in, no matter what!?

[arknpcs3]

What's with these knuckleheads?

::Stares at them. ... Oh, god, this guy is such a loser, even in his mind.::

[becomeanwarrior]

Eh, they argue about these things all the time. The lord tries to be a little more cautious than our resident charge leader.

[and the Onni you actually recognize turns to you.]

...Yes? Who're you, and what do you need? We're always happy to have visitors.

[arknpcs3]

I'd rather not give my name out, kid. And like I said, I'm lookin' for a Princess of Swords. 'mong other things.

[becomeanwarrior]

..Princess of Swords?

[He hrms a bit, as the younger self folds his arms.]

..I was talked to about it. And truth be told, I'm trying to find them as well. I'm about a in the dark as you.

[arknpcs3]

Well, she's part of a list, "sir".

[becomeanwarrior]

A list? I hadn't heard about that...

[He seems to focus on you, while dorky bitty Onni and dumb teen Onni flank him on either side.]

I had heard only that she was part of a curse.

[arknpcs3]

Well, she's part of a list that's related to that curse.

::It's a dweeb brigade. Oh god, I hope their loser stink doesn't rub off on me. I'm cool like this.::

[becomeanwarrior]

And what else is on this list, if we can inquire?

[Oh god, it's the old man and the wannabe warlord, behind you now.]

[arknpcs3]

::Ugh. It's too much fail around here.::

The damned yet honorable dead, whose soul was lost, rebound, and then purged of evil, who despite falling into the depths of hell, was given the blade of heaven.

A living paradox, who cannot exist, yet does, who should of never existed, born of Adam's rib, yet no rib was taken.

A mirror that doesn't reflect you, but rather that which you wish to hide underneath.

One that is neither human nor monster, yet is both.

A man who once had the blood of Hercules coursing through their veins.

A map that marks a way to nothing, which has become something.

... Might be missing something.

[becomeanwarrior]

[ ...They look like for a moment they're about to start arguing before actually, seeming to collaborate a bit. Weirdly.]

So the Princess of Swords, the Damned Dead With The Blade Of Heaven...

The Living Paradox, the Mirror That Reflects What's Hidden...

The Monstrous Human of Two Worlds, and the Man With Herculean Blood!

And the Map To Nothing.


[They all seem to hrm and nod a bit in unison.]

Alright, it's settled!

[arknpcs3]

... You plan to find this. The five of you dweebazoids.

[becomeanwarrior]

You got it!

Can't be too hard.

It's something to do, at any rate!

I think we might already know one of the clues.

If there's one thing we all agree on, is that we see things through. Even if we disagree on the hows and the whys, we give everything our all and make sure things come out good in the end.

[arknpcs3]

::God, you are complete and total dweebs.::

If you guys find out, tell me. I should come back around here eventually.

[becomeanwarrior]

No problem.

[The other Haitas seem to nod and run off, likely to get ready to head out or something equally dweebish.]

After all, I welcome everyone and anyone.

[arknpcs3]

So do I leave by going back out the same way I came in? Places like these have really bizarre rule sets.

[becomeanwarrior]

Generally. Though you're welcome to stay if you like. The entrance should be serviceable enough.

[arknpcs3]

And what do you offer me that would make me stay?

[becomeanwarrior]

Offer you? Support, camaraderie, the experience of our older ranks, the enthusiasm of our younger ones, guidance as you need it, and a welcome place to rest your head and an open shoulder to cry on.

[arknpcs3]

... Yeah, thanks and all, but I can't stay. I've got places to go and things to do, yer highness.

::Bows and moon walks out of here, keeping an eye on your crazy.::