Well, this was a rude wake up call. Darin might not be the heaviest sleeper, but he certainly didn't remember falling asleep above a freezing cold lake. He doesn't remember falling asleep above anything.
So, once he manages to extract himself from the lake, after his encounter with the eerie Lady, but before he can really gather anything about his surroundings, he scrambles to around like a cat clawing its way out of the bathtub. This, naturally, is followed by a barrage of swears screamed at the top of his lungs to...well, anyone and everything that is willing to hear him.
It's only after these theatrics, he seems to notice he's not in Anmaral anymore.
"...Wait."
"...Where the hell am I?"
B - Ride Along With Me
Still reeling from his sudden arrival and disoriented from Archimedes' explanation, Darin is uncharacteristically silent. Cloak draped about his shoulders, he idly examines the device he was given, though it's clear from the look on his face that his mind is a lot further away. He was brought here to save his world? And others? How? He didn't have any mana to speak of so how were they planning on teaching him? Then, there was the matter of his creepy familiar; a small dog-sized antlion with deep purple rune-like markings seemingly scrawled on its thorax perched warily on his shoulder. It creeped the hell out of him, but he couldn't help but wonder if the shape it took meant something.
After all, Darin was far from a normal human back home. He was something terrible. Something that, in his opinion, was more likely to do more harm to this world than good.
He sighs, his familiar clicking and chittering as if trying to get him to cheer up.
"At least this place is kinda similar to home. If they thing I can learn magic this time around, maybe I'll give it a shot."
C - Training Grounds
It's sunrise, and Darin is already hitting the training grounds for some exercise. He might be in a different world entirely, but that doesn't mean he has to skip out on his daily routine. After a quick breakfast and a short run, he's ready to try his hand at learning magic.
He's settled on learning healing magic. But if he's going to do that, he needs something to heal. Darin isn't exactly the type to go up to someone and attempt to beat them up, so it was time to think outside of the box.
He approaches the nearest person practicing magic with their familiar.
"Hey there! Name's Darin Altway, Master Blacksmith. I need you to kick my ass!"
Darin Altway | Original Character
A - Kersplash!
Well, this was a rude wake up call. Darin might not be the heaviest sleeper, but he certainly didn't remember falling asleep above a freezing cold lake. He doesn't remember falling asleep above anything.
So, once he manages to extract himself from the lake, after his encounter with the eerie Lady, but before he can really gather anything about his surroundings, he scrambles to around like a cat clawing its way out of the bathtub. This, naturally, is followed by a barrage of swears screamed at the top of his lungs to...well, anyone and everything that is willing to hear him.
It's only after these theatrics, he seems to notice he's not in Anmaral anymore.
"...Wait."
"...Where the hell am I?"
B - Ride Along With Me
Still reeling from his sudden arrival and disoriented from Archimedes' explanation, Darin is uncharacteristically silent. Cloak draped about his shoulders, he idly examines the device he was given, though it's clear from the look on his face that his mind is a lot further away. He was brought here to save his world? And others? How? He didn't have any mana to speak of so how were they planning on teaching him? Then, there was the matter of his creepy familiar; a small dog-sized antlion with deep purple rune-like markings seemingly scrawled on its thorax perched warily on his shoulder. It creeped the hell out of him, but he couldn't help but wonder if the shape it took meant something.
After all, Darin was far from a normal human back home. He was something terrible. Something that, in his opinion, was more likely to do more harm to this world than good.
He sighs, his familiar clicking and chittering as if trying to get him to cheer up.
"At least this place is kinda similar to home. If they thing I can learn magic this time around, maybe I'll give it a shot."
C - Training Grounds
It's sunrise, and Darin is already hitting the training grounds for some exercise. He might be in a different world entirely, but that doesn't mean he has to skip out on his daily routine. After a quick breakfast and a short run, he's ready to try his hand at learning magic.
He's settled on learning healing magic. But if he's going to do that, he needs something to heal. Darin isn't exactly the type to go up to someone and attempt to beat them up, so it was time to think outside of the box.
He approaches the nearest person practicing magic with their familiar.
"Hey there! Name's Darin Altway, Master Blacksmith. I need you to kick my ass!"
...Good job?