[ He'd never admit it, but once there's enough distance between him and the well, castle looming ahead, Brad is kind of geeking out. It's like a rendering come to life. It's still stupid, of course. The medieval fantasy thing works okay for a setting, less so for real life. But unless he's somehow ended up on the trip to end all trips, this is just life now.
It is kind of cool.
He ignores the apprencite's excited yammering, rolling his eyes when they don't shut up, although tales of his exploits does make him raise his eyebrows. Battle royale was really that lucrative, huh? Nice.
Also nice is that the inside of the castle is just as impressive as the outside, no details spared, genuinely luxurious, even by his own modern standards. If he was going to be ripped away to a medieval fantasy realm then at least it's not a shit hole. When he's shown to the living quarters, Brad flops down on the bed that's just become his and lets out a satisfied sigh. ]
Okay, this is good stuff.
[ The dining hall and library only get cursory glances from him — nobody needs a 24/7 buffet, and the apprentice mage was already boring enough on their own — but seeing actual magic from the study hall catches his eye. It's one thing to be passively summoned; it's something else entirely to see actual magic up close and in real life.
Again, it's definitely stupid. ... That said. ]
This is just a thing here, huh? Anybody can pick it up?
[ Asking without asking, thank you very much. ]
> around town
[ If he's here, he's gotta check out the goods. Not having any money of his own is incredibly frustrating, but hey. He'll figure it out. It's what he's good at.
There's a line between not taking any free samples so as to avoid getting hooked on something stupid and offending any potential business partners (though he has higher ambitions for himself, naturally. He currently lives in a fucking castle). It's easier to turn to someone else instead, solicit their opinions, figure out what might be worth getting into down the line. ]
What do you think? How much would you pay for this?
> dungeon
[ Call it personal curiosity. Brad can't help but check out the dungeon, well aware that this place's general aesthetic means it's not going to look like any prison he'd have anticipated. His suspicions are confirmed as soon as he descends the staircase — yeah, wouldn't have wanted to end up in here. This is the shit hole he'd have expected.
He lets out a low whistle as he walks down the hall, glancing in on the cells lining it. ] They're not fucking around here, huh?
brad bakshi | mythic quest | wheel of fortune
[ He'd never admit it, but once there's enough distance between him and the well, castle looming ahead, Brad is kind of geeking out. It's like a rendering come to life. It's still stupid, of course. The medieval fantasy thing works okay for a setting, less so for real life. But unless he's somehow ended up on the trip to end all trips, this is just life now.
It is kind of cool.He ignores the apprencite's excited yammering, rolling his eyes when they don't shut up, although tales of his exploits does make him raise his eyebrows. Battle royale was really that lucrative, huh? Nice.
Also nice is that the inside of the castle is just as impressive as the outside, no details spared, genuinely luxurious, even by his own modern standards. If he was going to be ripped away to a medieval fantasy realm then at least it's not a shit hole. When he's shown to the living quarters, Brad flops down on the bed that's just become his and lets out a satisfied sigh. ]
Okay, this is good stuff.
[ The dining hall and library only get cursory glances from him — nobody needs a 24/7 buffet, and the apprentice mage was already boring enough on their own — but seeing actual magic from the study hall catches his eye. It's one thing to be passively summoned; it's something else entirely to see actual magic up close and in real life.
Again, it's definitely stupid. ... That said. ]
This is just a thing here, huh? Anybody can pick it up?
[ Asking without asking, thank you very much. ]
> around town
[ If he's here, he's gotta check out the goods. Not having any money of his own is incredibly frustrating, but hey. He'll figure it out. It's what he's good at.
There's a line between not taking any free samples so as to avoid getting hooked on something stupid and offending any potential business partners (though he has higher ambitions for himself, naturally. He currently lives in a fucking castle). It's easier to turn to someone else instead, solicit their opinions, figure out what might be worth getting into down the line. ]
What do you think? How much would you pay for this?
> dungeon
[ Call it personal curiosity. Brad can't help but check out the dungeon, well aware that this place's general aesthetic means it's not going to look like any prison he'd have anticipated. His suspicions are confirmed as soon as he descends the staircase — yeah, wouldn't have wanted to end up in here. This is the shit hole he'd have expected.
He lets out a low whistle as he walks down the hall, glancing in on the cells lining it. ] They're not fucking around here, huh?
> wildcard
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