Summon Quest - Parts 1 - 3

    The situation was dire enough that even the prime minster had finally agree to proceed with the legendary hero ceremony, though that was more cause he was a dick and was likely hoping that the hero would be more easily manipulated then she was. Still as she stared at the magic circle enshrined shed hoped in her heart that the Gods would truly grant them a hero to save them all.

   
    Bebe stood as the motioned for the ceremony to begin as the priests began there long winded chant. The large elaborate magic circle they had drawn within the royal court yard began to shine with a pulsating golden hue. The light growing bright and brighter as it seemingly banished the darkness as a pillar of light seemingly reached into the heavens before returning with a thunderous clap.

As the light faded Bebe looked upon the summoning circle and saw

[ ] A singular man, middle aged and little elderly for a hero.

[ ] A pair of ruggled men young but likely in there prime.

[ ] A group of 5 young men, each young and in there teens. Why five though?

[ ] A knight, clad from head to toe in most elaborate armor that showed little of the person underneath it all.

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The hero(s) stated they were from

[ ] town?? Seriously a huge magic ceremony to summon the next hero and they already lived in town...

[ ] Another country, not local but you've heard of this nation before. Somewhere far across the oceans apparently.

[ ] Another world? Interesting you've heard about this before… to bad you don't know how to send them back but they don't need to know that.

[ ] Another dimension, the magical rift had broken through the ether and grabbed them from a realm where the rules worked completely differently apparently. Much like another world you don't know how to get them home but they don't really need to know that either.

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The princess stated that they knew they were heroes because

[ ] There class title they had would state as much.

[ ] The magic would only bring those with the unique skills/magic that could save them.

[ ] The holy relics had drawn those that would wield them.

[ ] The really old abstract prophecy for the Gods said so.

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Winner

[X] A knight, clad from head to toe in most elaborate armor that showed little of the person underneath it all.

[X] Another world? Interesting you've heard about this before… to bad you don't know how to send them back but they don't need to know that.

[X] The magic would only bring those with the unique skills/magic that could save them.

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By the power of being the Main Character your name is Sir Keith McReddish, also known as the Cherry Knight. A nickname derived from your ancient family heirloom armor that was bright red from the blood of your enemies, yeah right…. you wish that was the source of it. No the nickname was something that the bullies at school came up with to mock your bright red ginger hair, girly looks, and red colored fashion style. Still that was years ago, even so the nickname stuck through out the years. Even in college somehow people still knew of it; honestly you blamed Facebook.

Still this year you thought it would be neat to wear your heirloom armor to a frat Halloween party this year, after all what else were you going to do with your last memento from your great great grand father gifted in his passing. I mean it was a very light metal frame despite being full body armor, the ornate rose patterns in the shoulders that merged into the breast plate looked like something a WoW designer would have come up with, in the it was large, flashy, and likely way to big for realistic use. The head piece was a bit tight around the neck area but still no one would be able to see your face through the slick slitted visor. Looking yourself once more in the mirror you couldn't help but admire yourself, your tall armored frame while not intimidating it definitely radiated cool in it's own way.

As you opened your front door to set out, the last thing you expected was for a circle of light appear under you and drag you into it.

“Crap did I eat the wrong batch of brownies again...” Was the only thing that came to mind as the psychedelic mind trip of colors made you question your sanity as you floated through seemingly nothingness. After what was either 2 minutes or 2 days of mind violating colors the pulling sensation wrenched your in a final jerk before suddenly stopping as cold dusky air greeted you, along with a 10 foot drop.

“Ok… definitely not dreaming” you groaned in pain, from the unorganized heap your body made on the cold hard stone floor, as you nauseousness gradually faded.

“Welcome Sir Hero, My name is Princess Bernadine de Besuno on behalf of the country of Analand I welcome you.” You paused your recovery, looking up you couldn’t help but gape at the super sexy noblesse Blonde in a very puffy pink and white dress that stood before you curtsying.

“Wa-wa-What????” is all you can find yourself stammering out as you get up to face the princess, her beauty however renders you speechless for a moment as she grabs your hand pulling you up right face to face with her.

“I apologize for the impromptu summoning ritual but we are in dire need of aid against the encroaching demonic armies.” Bebe said eloquently her pleading face causing you to blush behind your helmet.

Uh…. Oh right she must be wait ing for you to respond… I mean you’ve watched enough anime to recognize a isekai plotline when you saw one but for it to actually happen to you!

“My name’s Keith, Keith McReddish”

[ ] Of course I’ll help!!

[ ] I demand answers or at least more information.

[ ] I Refuse! This isn’t my war.

[ ] I think you got the wrong person.

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[X] I demand answers or at least more information.

You blurt out, before pausing sheepishly at how blunt you were about it. Though the Princess doesn’t seem off put by your comment, instead she looks thoughtfully at you her face coming close and closer before suddenly she turns around.

“Hmm very well Sir Keith, follow me.” Princess Bebe says as she walks towards a pair of doors in the back of the chamber before pausing. It takes you a moment before you realize she’s waiting for you as you hurriedly jaunt over to her as she opens the door.

The walk is quiet, you were honestly expecting more well soldiers or an escort of sorts, after all this was princess but other then the bowing of the maid staff that you pass by it’s mostly empty.

“Soo…” You hesitantly speak up to break the awkward silence

“I do admit I had hoped you would be like Hero’s of lore and just run head first into danger to save us all. Though I do realize pragmatically it’s more realistic that you find out what you can before jumping in head first, either way thank Sir Keith for hearing me out.” The Princess responds before pausing in front of another pair of grand doors. “This is the war room, also known as the Palace library in more peaceful times.”

The doors suddenly slam open as a pair of soldiers nearly crash into you each with a pair of scrolls in hand. They pause, before simply running past the pair of you down the corridors in a rush. Looking inside the room you see a what looks like a ransacked library, with dozens of books splayed out all over the place with dozens of men reviewing tombs and maps. In the center of it all you see an old wizened man in a military uniform staring over a giant table sized map with dozens of figurines spread all over it.

The old man doesn’t even look up, before sighing and speaking up “Princess, I thought I told you to leave the matter of the war to the professionals.”

“General Barak, I’m simply providing the hero I summoned information at his behest.” The Princess replies in an icy demeanor, as clearly this is not the first time they had this conversation.

General Barak glances at you before scoffing “This green horn? A Hero?” before pausing at the princesses increasingly icy glare. “Very well you may take him around, just make sure not to interfere.” Barak says before ignoring you and returning to the map and discussions with the various other men around the table.

The Princess turns to you, the anger in her eyes silently smoldering before disappearing as she let out a huff of annoyance before speaking to you. “Sir Keith is there anything you would like to know?”

[ ] Can I see the state of the War?

[ ] Can I see Hero related Lore?

[ ] Can I see some Magic tomes?

[ ] Can I see your baby pictures?