(CLOSED) "Enter Etresolum" (Private IAW Roleplay with SonicSilva and SilverKnight)

NOTE
I did not create all of the kingdoms so we'll be sticking with only one and surrounding areas for now. Maybe in the future I'll include more.

Introduction
It was a world taken, forgotten in fact. However, fragments of what is left still linger, clinging to anyone who would discover them. The cores of thousands from this land separated from the known Multiverse remained waiting for a time they would join back again. What had caused them to be torn away? How long until they were completely gone?

"The first of the five kingdoms calls. Enter Merconia."

"ENTER, ETRESOLUM"

Your character has awoken in dead space. Nothing exists in this, and nothing is affected. They cannot breathe, but they find that they do not need to. They can move, and see, but cannot talk or smell, or hear. Lights are in the far distance: different universes. Are they dreaming? Is this the real life,

or is it fantasy?

(Information on main location here

Participants and characters

 * Trisell Chronos--Host, Cast of world, Mel
 * Sonicsilva--Asonja the Hedgehog
 * Silverknight01--Samuel Emmet

Begin
''In the void of emptiness, floated Samuel's body. Swallowed by the dead darkness.'' He immediately came to, the mink frantically flapping about, waving his arms around like he could fly. Samuel eventually calmed down. And assessed the situation. "Well. This is just great." He thought. As he took some shaky steps around.

There was another being not too far from his location. He was flipping around and seeming to freak out audibly. "ARE WE FALLING?! I HOPE WE'RE NOT FALLING BECAUSE I DON'T WANNA DIIIIIIIE!"

A third figure materialized. At first it seemed to be only floating sand but a body had formed, a girl. She looked about, her eyes glowing white as she called over, only to realize no sound was happening. She looked over to the two, as if they had any idea what was going on.

The Hedgehog was still seeming to freak out and flip around in many directions. No one could hear him, but he only heard himself. "I swear to god I will find whoever put me into this situation with these other 2 people and if I have to socialize I will beat someone to a bloody pulp!"

Samuel quickly noticed the other two, and seemed to have mouthed 'I don't know.' In response to the girl's gesture. He kinda took an odd swimming position, and breast-stroked his way over to the nearest victim. Which was the terrified man. Samuel half tapped him, half slapped the guy upside the head. To snap him out of it.

The girl slowly made her way over as well,but then paused when something behind them caught her eye.

The Hedgehog grumbled and crossed his arms at Samuel then looked at the girl in numbed confusion.

Samuel rolled his eyes, and checked the girl. Arching a brow as if to question her hold up.

She pointed in the distance. Nothing could be seen at first, but she began moving toward the direction, motioning for them to follow.

The Hedgehog groaned and followed rather far behind. He seemed to be muttering insults either to them or himself. His lip movements indicate "I" and "Me", so that question was soon solved.

The Mink shrugged and swam after the two. Still kinda finding it weird that he wasn't breathing'. "Hopefully I'm not dead yet. I wasn't even finished with that season.."' He thought to himself.

The girl kept going until arriving at a small light. She reached out toward it and the light began expanding. She jerked back, beginning to swim away from it.

Samuel's eyes widened and he stopped dead in the little progress he was making. He didn't really make a run for it though, be seemed to be more braced for impact.

(Sorry, went to eat dinner) The Hedgehog just flailed around in panic, trying to get further back.

(How dare you X{D) The light did eventually envelope the group completely, a sudden burst in their lungs as they found themselves in an atmosphere. There was air now. Soon after, there was land. They were standing on a single piece of land,seeming to be floating in a large sky, the afternoon orange and pink indicating the time.

The Hedgehog collapsed onto the ground, and coughed. He got up slowly and looked around

Samuel was dropped onto the ground by gravity. Landing with a solid 'THUD!' He gasped for air, and coughed a bit. Sitting up, he rubbed his back. "Bloody hell! That smarts!" he yelped, paying no attention to his surroundings.

"Where is thi- I can talk!" The girl gasped.

The Hedgehog groaned in response and wiped the dirt from his trench coat. He remained silent, questioning where he was and why he was with people.

Standing up, and rubbing his bum, the mink got a better look of the place. "Guess we can. Where do you suppose' This is?" He asked to either of them.

The Hedgehog didn't answer, but shrugged in response. He had the look of someone who would say 'I honestly don't care where I am.'

"It's pretty... empty," She took a step forward. Immediately after, land began to appear. Grass, dirt, stone, forming in front of them, spreading and spreading. They were in an afternoon field.

The Hedgehog looked in mild shock as he crossed his arms.

"Wow. Guess I am dead. Welp. least I'm here and not.. the uh.. Other place." Samuel said, looking weirdly calm with the situation. He bent down to check out the grass that sprouted under his feet. "Cool."

"I'd much rather be at that Other Place. This area is too live-like for my tastes..." The Hedgehog grumbled.

Samuel eyed the grumpy hedgehog. ''"Clearly." ''He murmured to himself as he stood up again in the sunshiny field.

"Where is this?" The girl questioned. "... Who are you two?"

The mink saluted. "Name's Samuel. I dunno what his name is. " He said, pointing to the black Hedgehog with his thumb. "As for where we are. I have no clue. I assume we're dead, but then again. I don't recall ever dying." He commented. His face scrunching up. "The last thing I was doing was eating cold pizza."

"The last thing I was doing was sitting in my apartment and watching TV, still sore from being forced to do 100 situps..." The Hedgehog groaned a bit. "And let me guess; you both are Optimists. Great, just what I needed..." He scratched his head for a moment and adjusted his black-rimmed glasses.

"What?" The girl peered at the hedgehog. "... Where do we go?" She inquired, now having forgotten about the name question and that she was to give her own.

"It appears we are in a field that magically appeared out of nowhere." The hedgehog speculated. "The last time I've seen this happen, I got butchered many times by Crusaders. Do not ask how that happened..."

"Sounds pleasant." Samuel commented as he seemed to be digging around his pockets for something. "Aw jeez. I don't think any of my weapons made it out of that void." He frowned, scratching at the back of his head.

"... Hm... h-hey!" The girl jerked her hand, pointing at a post with something resembling a sign. She rushed over toward it.

"Eh? Hey, I don't trust that sign!" The hedgehog said before chasing after her.

"Hey! Wait up! We need to stick together here!" He called, taking off after both of them.

The girl's stance relaxed a bit. She groaned. "What language is this?  It looks... uh... Elf?  Persian?" She glanced at the foreign text. There were two pointed directions on the signs.

Samuel passed up The hedgehog and skidded to a halt next to the lady. "It could be alien for all I care, its still unreadable anyway you dice it." He squinted.

The hedgehog looked at it and adjusted his glasses. The words seemed to jumble around in his vision and read outloud. "Tavern And Inn..." He muttered.

"... How do you know what this says?" The girl turned to the hedgehog.

He shrugged. "I don't know. It just jumbled about and it translated to English in front of my eyes. I hope I'm not an Elf but just some mythical being that knows all languages and has superior intelligence..." He scratched his head for a second. "Like a Dragon maybe? That sounds cool..."

"Huh, well. Nice job, dude." the mink said. "Guess that means there's a civilization near by. We'd be better off if we go and check it out as apposed to staying here. No telling where we are of what's out there lurking."

"What's the other direction saying?" The girl peered at the sign. "... Maybe..." She started toward the other path, pausing as she realized the path hadn't been there before. However, it didn't take long until she had to stop. Unlike the other direction, this one didn't create any more land. It just stopped into an emptiness. "... Y-yeah let's go to the hotel..." She jogged back nervously.

"Alright. Away we go then." The hedgehog said nonchalantly as he went to the right direction.

Samuel motioned for the girl to follow as he slowly walked down the path.

Wherever they were heading, it seemed to be taking a good while. It was almost night now with no sign of an inn. On the side, some distance away, there was some kind of small house. Some strange animal sounds were coming from it.

The hedgehog stopped and took note of the house. "Huh...that's odd. Perhaps we could take shelter here for the night. If we survive, that is. I call going in first on this so that I can be the first to die." And with that, he went ahead and to the door.

The mink's ears perked up, "Wait!" He called, but it was clear there was no changing the hedgehog's mind. Groaning, he walked cautiously towards the house.

As the group arrived, it was clear that this house was also some kind of farm. Thin horse-like creatures were standing in a stall, staring at them with curiosity. It wasn't a particularly pretty house, but it was not collapsing either. No light came from inside but some banging sound was heard from behind it.

At the doorstep, the hedgehog groaned quietly and held up his hand to knock. "Here goes nothing..." He mutters and knocks with the back of his knuckle.

Samuel tensed up, braced for the worst as he walked up to the house near the hedgehog. There was a long pause. And no one seemed to answer. "..I wonder if no one's home?"

"If there are noises inside, there are beings." The hedgehog noted.

"Uh..." The girl began making her way around the house.

The mink peered into the window, but it was too dark to see anything inside. He groaned. "I'm not sure which is worse, being out here or in there."

"Would you rather die of hypothermia or go inside a dangerous house out in the middle of nowhere to safe yourself from hypothermia?" The hedgehog asked.

"Guys over here!" The girl called from behind the house.

The hedgehog jumped a bit and signaled the mink to follow as he walked behind the house to the girl. "What's up?" He asked.

Samuel trailed behind, curious as to what she might've found.

"I- hey whoa!  WHOA WAIT!" She jerked back from a man holding a large metal hammer just a bit away from an anvil. His ears were covered by some wool, probably for the loud banging. He stopped, but his makeshift weapon was still raised. He slowly nudged the wool from one of his ears with his elbow. "What be ye' reason on me'h farm?" He demanded from them.

"We're on our way to the Inn just that way," He pointed West. "But we need a place to rest for the night. So would it hurt if us three could stay at your farm tonight?" The hedgehog asked.

"We can compensate with work, and we wouldn't cause any trouble. We're... er, from out of town. So we don't really have anyone here to help us out." Samuel reasoned, knowing the man was grumpy.

"Hold steady," the man lowered his hammer. "Inn?  There's no inn that way.  All in that direction's that wood and a kingdom after that."

"... But could we stay here?" The girl reminded.

"...Which lands are ye'h comin' from?"

"It's actually hard to explain..." The hedgehog coughed a bit. "We just...uh...kind of appeared in the field with no memory how we got here. We just kinda...showed up in these parts."

"Its Unfortunately so. We don't quite belong here, we're currently trying to find a way back." Samuel concurred. (Hopefully Trisell will be here .3.)

(Trisell......make the old man talk or Else IMA SLAP HIM 😑) (I can't control him I'm sowwy ;-;)

"... So yer' like the Rifter?" The man raised an eyebrow. "... Well maybe you could help I suppose.  If ye'r goin' that way n'way, might's well deliver what I've got."

"Wait, deliver?" The hedgehog questioned. "Seeing how you have a hammer, you look like a blacksmith. So you deliver weapons of sorts to places?"

(Waiting for Tristell again because Samuel can't respond/add to this. xD) (Poke the page so it will last .3.)

He shook his head. "I'm fixin' shoes for the cattle.  That's about 's far as ma' smithin' skills wand'r.  I'll need the goods from 'em delivered: the hide and the milk."

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what age is this...?" Samuel questioned.

"... Age... year?  Uh'r..." His tongue batted up and down his mouth a bit. "The four-hundred-something... somewhere in there."

"Huh..." The hedgehog scratched his head for a bit. "But if you need the cattle hide and milk to be delivered, we can definitely to that on our way back West."

The mink paled a bit. "That means... no guns. but that would.." He half said, half murmured incoherent words to himself. Not really paying attention anymore.

The hedgehog looked at Samuel for a moment, slightly confused at his comment to himself and looked back at the man. "So, how 'bout it?" He asked again.

"... You're not ridin' my cattle there," The man warned. "... But... if ye'r willin' to walk over there... yeah I guess you could stay a night."

"Trust us, we're not good at riding horses or anything in particular..." The hedgehog sighed but nodded. "But we'll definitely walk there. Thank you for letting us stay."

The mink snapped back to attention, and smiled. "Thank you. So, where will you have us park?" He asked.

He pointed with his thumb into the house. "Just don't take my bed."

The girl slowly walked into the house.

Samuel shrugged, "Well OK then." He said respectfully as he followed the girl into the house.

The hedgehog followed along last, hands in his pockets. For someone very pessimistic and anti-social as him, he was rather polite.

The house was simple enough. There weren't many actual rooms, but it would do. The girl sat up against some fleece furniture. "What are we doing now?  Sleeping for the night?"

"Nah. You guys do whatever you normally do..." The hedgehog said, sitting down on the hard floor.

"Well. I'm just glad to be away from that forest." He said, picking up a few prices of straw and fiddling around with them. As he plopped down on his butt, tucking his tail around his legs.

The hedgehog grumbled to himself and went to his trench coat, looking for something. He noticed he was missing stuff to. He growled and looked around the house for anything that he could use for his own needs. "A knife or something, come on..." He muttered accidentally too loud.

"Hey, this isn't our stuff," The girl called over sternly.

"Quit bugging me, this is very important for me!" He growled as he continued looking. "Dude's gotta have some sharp objects here somewhere..."

She scoffed, looking to the mink for help.

"Y'know, she's right, man. Lay off the man's stuff. We're not thieves." He said, calmly. "When we head into town, we can look around for gear."

The hedgehog pauses and shuts a cabinet. He groans and sits down on a nearby chair with his arms crossed. "Whatever..." He had bandages on his lower arms including his hands with a few red stains here and there. It was already obvious what he was going to do.

The girl just looked confused at him. "Alright, well tomorrow or whatever," She relaxed back on the chair.

*The next morning*

The three were addressed, or woken up, around six. "You can get goin' whenever as long as you get there before... three days.  It's barely a day's walk though dependin' on ye'r speed," He informed.

The hedgehog groaned as he got up. He uncomfortably fell asleep on the wooden chair. "We'll be fine walking there..." He said, shaking his head and slapping himself occasionally to get himself up. He took his glasses and got up. "We might as well go now so we don't waste anymore time."

Samuel had already been awake. And had been observing the sun rise. "Little' cold water would wake you up." He said, jokingly. As he walked up the the girl and nudged her. "Pssst. C'mon, we need to go." he said softly.

The hedgehog rolled his eyes at his comment, muttering to himself.

The girl got up. "Where's the stuff?"

"Outside the house," The man informed. "Waitin' for ye'."

"Sorry." The mink curtly apologized. "Let's not hold him up any longer. " He said to the rest of the gang as he walked out.

The girl just shrugged, following him out. "I asked your names already didn't I?"

"I don't think you did..." The hedgehog responded. "Not that I'd tell you..." He mutters the last part, following everyone outside.

"... I'm... I'm Mel," She forced out, peering slightly at the hedgehog for a moment on her way out.

"Actually she did ask before, I don't think you payed much attention though. Might ev' been in shock.. er. something." Samuel commented. Approvingly glancing back at Mel with a thumbs up.

"Whatever, can we not waste anymore time and get a move on?" The hedgehog responded. "I want to relax as soon as this is done." He looked back at the man. "Thank you again for letting us stay. We will be taking these to the West." He glanced at the milk buckets and hide and groaned internally.

"Are you always this enthusiastic?" Samuel questioned sarcastically. Hefting a load of animal hides on his back.

The girl picked up a few buckets and started down the road, waving briefly to the man who gave a short wave before going back behind his house. "Do you guys have any powers?"

"Like I would..." He struggled to pick up the milk buckets but made it work but getting a long stick and carry the milk buckets on the ends of the stick and carry them with his shoulders. "What a stupid question too, no offense."

She just scoffed. "Just say no next time, jerk."

He rolled his eyes. "You're not the boss of me..." He muttered.

"Unfortunately, no." He sighed. "And I fear I'm gonna be no use, because the only thing I'm good with is a set of guns. The void seemed to take em'"

"Trust me, I'm more worthless than you all combined..." The hedgehog stated, having to stop and adjust his posture.

The mink trudged along. "That couldn't possibly be true. Everyone has their niche."

"... Give me the stuff," Mel called over.

The hedgehog almost ignored what the mink said but looked at Mel. "Why? I'm not making you pick these things up...I'd rather break my back than you break yours..."

"Wait, what?" She leaned back a bit.

"I'm already occupied, I can't give you anything. They're already on the ground near you." The hedgehog sighed.

Samuel shrugged off a few hides the probably weighed near to nothing. "Here you go." He said, handing over to Mel. "If you can handle more, I'm sure the farmer has loads in the cart." He said carefully. Not wanting to offend Mel, but at the same time, he didn't wish her an injury.

The hedgehog just sneezes, making him drop his glasses on the dirt. "Ah shoot! Now I can't see where I'm going..." He grumbled.

A second set of arms sprouted out from Mel, picking up the items. "I can probably get there really fast too... I think."

The hedgehog looked away from Mel, very pale. "I will pretend I didn't see that..." He mutters.

Samuel was intrigued."Ah! How cool is that?! How'd cha do something like that? Bio generation?"

"Iyuh... um," She tried to think up how best to explain it, pausing dead in the road.

The hedgehog glared at the mink for a second, finally getting his glasses back somehow. "Look, if its something she doesn't want to explain, there's no need to press her on it ya know. It might be personal..." He looked back down at the ground, occasionally re-positioning his posture. It looked really poor anyway like he was doing slave labor.

"Sheesh, dude." he murmured. But didn't press Mel for an answer. He quickly noticed the black hedgehog's poor posture, and became concerned. "Do you need help there, nameless dude?" Samuel asked, genuinely offering.

"I can make more arms," Mel half-grumbled in somewhat regret of making the offer.

"No, I'm fine...and don't call me that, it's making me uncomfortable..." He grumbled and looked at Mel. "Seriously, the more arms you spawn, the more I get the feeling that you're a spider...and it doesn't creep me out it just makes me feel uncomfortable..."

Samuel grunted, "How far out is the city?" He asked the quiet man.

"Day's walk," He repeated. "You mean kingdom right?"

He would have face-palmed, but his hands were busy. "Er. Right, I'm sorry, kinda getting use to this."

The hedgehog sneezed again as if something was giving him an allergic reaction; it was just dust on his clothes. "Jeez, this would be a lot easier if I was some kind of giant or something...maybe 50 feet and call it a day from there..." He mutters to himself as he fixed his posture again.

With the items gathered regardless, they started down the road.

The hedgehog stopped again to fix his posture. He was grumbling to himself as he was doing so and soon went back to the others.

Samuel ended up splitting the pile of hides and holding one under each arm. After some time had passed, he sighed. "Y'know, is it seriously going to be this awkward the WHOLE trip?"

"From the looks of things, yes. I'm used to it because I've sucked up a lot of negativity in my life. Probably too much. but hey, it's filling." The hedgehog shrugged.

"What... do we talk about?" Mel asked as they neared some tall woods. They were massive in height with black bark and red leaves.

"The fact that my back is about to break soon? Or something jovial, which will make me puke...?" The hedgehog muttered the last part.

"You could say... Cardio is hardio." the mink grinned. Smiling at his own joke as they walked into the woods.

The hedgehog groaned and grit his teeth. "For hell's sake do NOT go down that road please! It's giving me awful memories I don't want to look back on..." He grumbled.

"Good thing the path is still... here," Mel noted as the dirt road continued through. "So I guess we're going the rest of the day through here. At least it's not in the sun."

"Don't jinx it, it gets worse if you do..." The hedgehog noted.

Amused by the hedgehog's reaction, Samuel quietly plotted to himself. "Yeah. Its more shaded here. Which is great." He said. "O.K, so. If you guys really want something to talk about, why not try to figure out how we got here..?"

"I'm not good with topics like those...I'm useless with information. "The hedgehog replied. "If we're both clueless onto how we got here, there's no point explaining it."

"I just woke up here," Mel shrugged. "You guys?"

"Same with me. I was in my apartment." The hedgehog responded and looked to Samuel.

"Agreed. I was doing nothing abnormal, just taking a walk. What could have possibly pulled us here? It could possibly be a different continuum from our own." The mink replied.

"Guess it was random?" She shrugged. "I heard about stuff like this where people travelling through time-space often getting some kind of static-electricity effect with random events."

"Whatever the cause is, this better not be a waste of my time. I have a show to watch and if I miss it I will be so pissed..." He grumbled. "Though I wouldn't do anything about it since, you know, it's all the past know." He shrugged, like he was shrugging off a very important past he had once had and wanted to forget all about it.

"Ditto man, ditto." Samuel said sympathetically. "Well, weren't we the sorry bunch that got sucked into this then. Gotta admit though. Its beautiful here." He sighed.

The hedgehog stopped for a moment and looked at the mink in utter confusion. "D-ditto? What the hell does that even mean? Is that Japanese? Spanish? Germanian?"

"It's all medieval," Mel nodded before freezing. "Oh my-" She vanished in a red light... and then reappeared, gasping for a moment on the floor. "Okay," She wheezed. "Can't... get out yet... ow."

The hedgehog noticed Mel and blinked a few times. "What was that? Teleportation?"

Samuel was wide eyed with interest. "Its clear you've got quite a gifting." He randomly commented.

The hedgehog seemed slightly offended by that, making his right eyebrow twitch a little bit. "What, you think some people don't have 'gifted abilities'?" He said quietly with grit teeth.

She got up with a groan. "It was supposed to be... guess we won't be doing that," She carefully lifted the items back up.

"Ah. NO.." He answered the hedgehog's earlier gripe. "I myself don't have any powers of any sort. But I've still got SOME use. And so do you." He said curtly, with a nod of his head.

"Pfft, seriously? You think that someone as absent-minded, boring, and uncooperative as me could be such use?" The hedgehog said in a harsh tone. "Tch, please. At least be grateful that you have more strength and use than I do at this point. I'm about to break..." He grumbled the last part.

"Could you not?" Mel sighed at the hedgehog. "You're freakin' us all out here."

"What can I say? I don't exist." He shrugged.

"What?"

"I mean, I shouldn't exist..." He grumbled. "I mean, I have no powers like you do, or strength like the mink over here..." He says.

"The only reason I do is because this crazy old man back home forces me to workout. Gosh darn it, he's one scary dude." He replied, murmuring the last part. "But in all sense. I'm not quite sure why your doom'n gloom all the time. Something happen back where you come from?"

Mel kept walking for now.

"Somewhat...It's a long story. It mainly consisted death of my relatives..." He sighed.

Samuel grunted. Avoiding the obviously touchy subject.

It took them some hours to get through the woods. It was past the afternoon, almost evening when they arrived at a large opening. Large circular wall-like pillars were about the area, most broken into bits.

"Huh. What is this place?" Samuel asked inquisitively, turning to the older man in hope for answers.

"It looks like something big went through here..." The hedgehog muttered.

"this isn't the town or whatever is it?" Mel questioned as they continued forward. As they did, more broken walls were seen further in, as if another layer had been there.

The hedgehog continued as well. "It looks to be. There's nothing else further down this road so this must be the place."

"If it IS the city. Its been through hell." Samuel commented. Glancing around for any signs of citizens... or life for that matter.

They eventually arrived at where the existence ended. It was a white void again, in a large circle.

The hedgehog stopped and looked down at the void. "Sheesh...talk about endless." He said. "This doesn't look to be caused my natural occurrences..."

"Odd. Definitely odd. What's wrong with this place..?" Samuel asked, pretty much anyone. Setting down the hides to get a better look.

"Do we walk toward it again?" Mel shrugged.

"I probably wouldn't recommend it as you would slip and fall, presumably to your death." The hedgehog pointed out.

The mink stood there and thought for a moment. "Actually. Mel does have a point. The white void is what expanded the world into what we're Now standing on. But we're not just sending anyone in. Can't be for sure."

"Right...I suggest going in slow." The hedgehog nods.

"Well..." Mel stretched her leg forward into the void. It didn't seem to change. "... Do I just," She put her foot down, and it began to spread. The world began creating more.

A large purple wall, made of a strong stone with red markings. Gates opened immediately and in the near distance was a large mixture of stone and wood: buildings, walls, towers, and people.

The hedgehog jumped back, still keeping the milk on his shoulders. "G-good god!"

"HELLO. Thats not normal. But very cool. Is the zone seriously that unstable...? Anyway, this definitely looks more like a town." Samuel speculated, dusting off the hides before loading em' back onto his arms.

"It does. And I believe it is safe to go inside..." The hedgehog said nervously, like he was being doubtful.

"C'mon!" Mel ran forward into the kingdom area.

"H-hey Slow down there! I can't run that fast!" The hedgehog called after Mel, trying to keep up at much as he could.

Samuel came close behind the hedgehog, "Watch it! Don't wanna run into anyone here." He said, dodging the array of people.

He was keeping his distance fairly well, big ignored Samuel until he went to an open space. He tried looking around to find Mel and the place he's supposed to deliver the milk.

Guards were positioned at the edges of the kingdom inside the walls. They wore black and silver armor with two layers protecting themselves and long spears. "Halt!" One spoke as they approached, jabbing his weapon to the ground.

He took notice of the guards, seeming to groan under his breath. "Great...I figured this would happen..." He couldn't facepalm as he was keeping the milk balanced on his shoulders as well as the worn-out stick.

Re-adjusting the pile on his sore arms, Samuel grinned. "Uh. Hey there. We're just in town to deliver these goods here. We don't mean any trouble...." He said cautiously.

The hedgehog met up with Samuel, his back feeling the need to break. "Y-yeah what he said..." He added.

Another guard walked over, inspecting the items. "Where are you coming from?"

"A farm from the West." Asonja pointed by jerking his head in the direction they all came from.

"Yep. We're running errands for the farmer who owns the place." Samuel said simply. Hoping this would turn out O.K

"... Verily..." The guards stepped aside.

"Phew...that was close. I was going to freak out there for a minute..." The hedgehog said quietly to himself before heading into the town cautiously.

"You can say that again. Those dudes spooky for sure. Least' this city has SOME KIND of security.." Samuel commented. "Now where do we go...?" He said, glancing around the vast set up of shops, houses, and of coarse the sea of people.

"That's up to the farmer dude if he's still with us. We made it this far and we need more instructions." The hedgehog suggested, trying to find the farmer in the huge mass of people.

"He didn't come with us," Mel shook her head. "I guess he wanted us to deal with the travelling so he doesn't have to... Maybe if we bring him back the money we make he'll give us something?"

"That is totally strange. No one just.. LEAVES their bread and butter with strangers. Its so weird, I could have sworn he was behind us for the whole trip.." The mink pondered.

"I could've sworn too..." The hedgehog pondered. "Weird. Anyway, I think we might give him the money if need be. But it'll be a long and painful trip to make...Oh and, Mel, I think you should bring your other pair of arms back into your body."

"I think they just think I'm a bug honestly," She shrugged. "Besides, I'm still carrying stuff."

"Right. I just don't want people to be really...uncomfortable." He responded.

"Pfft. We're a balking band consisted of huge animal creatures in the middle of what appears to be the early Mid-evil days. We're gonna draw attention anyway we dice it. To them we're just huge animals." Samuel said, pointedly over at a group of gaping children.

"Right...I'm wishing I was even bigger..." He muttered the last part to himself before normally speaking. "So, are we going to find this place to drop these off or what? My spine is shattering..."

"They don't really seem bothered by it," Mel noted. "Then again, I only really saw the face of the man before."

"Right, lets try to find a vendor who will accept these for a decent price." Samuel broadcasted to the group. Taking the head on, and strolling into the market-place.

The hedgehog followed along, groaning in pain to himself.

Most people appeared to be of feline descent, with the only others of significant numbers being echidna or oxen. The occasional wolf or other animal could be seen in single numbers. It was fairly clean for a medieval world. The streets were of stone with pathways around them of green grass. Armor-clad soldiers stood about in their imposing uniforms, but no one appeared to feel threatened. Some appeared to be striking conversation.

Far in the distance was the main castle, at least a couple miles ahead of the various crowds. Tall stone walls were to their sides about, with carved out hallways making for levels of the civilization. Some vendors and travelers walked about. A somewhat short man in a purple uniform wearing a long red cape was carried by some sort of carriage with different guards leading him. He was making his way to the castle, most-likely for discussion.

The hedgehog whistled at the castle ahead. "What a view."

"You can say that again." Samuel concurred. "But lets back to the task. We don't know how long we'll be here. Probably gonna need to look for a job after we deliver these." Strutting over to the handful of vendors, he squinted to attempt to figure out what each were selling, since the language was unreadable.

Some seemed to be clothing, some some kind of leather protection, others food, others paintings of sorts, and occasionally some random assorted items.

"Make way for the highness," A caller stated as the carriaged man went through the area.

"Well we want to find out how we got here," Mel noted. "Who should we ask?"

"I'm not sure in all honesty. I think I heard someone about 'the Highness'? Maybe they know how we got here." The hedgehog suggested.

"Maybe theres a magic user around the castle. But we can't just walk in. They'd certainly separate our heads from our shoulders." Samuel commented, stepping aside to avoid the incoming royal entourage.

"Let's ask somebody around here then?" Mel shrugged. "Maybe if we buy something they'll talk to us or whatever."

"But we don't have any money yet. And plus, we can't speak their language." The hedgehog pointed out. Perhaps he forgot that he can read the languages fairly well for some reason.

"Couldn't you read that sign earlier back...? Granted, it was misinterpreted, but you still understood the letters none the less. As for money, I have no clue. We could sell these supplies to earn it. But I'd feel pretty bad about that one since its not ours."

"Pretty sure he didn't understand the sign since he thought it was an Inn," Mel noted.

"Yeah, true. The words just look similar to me." The hedgehog shrugged.

"No hard feelings dude." He nodded at the group of people. "Lets try talking to one of these guys."

"I suppose I'll be translating...?" The hedgehog hunched over a bit.

"The guards spoke English," Mel reminded.

"Oh. I suppose I'm just as worthless then." He muttered he last sentence very quietly under the crowd, hoping no one heard it.

Samuel walked up to a near by civilian. "Hey there, pardon me. But we're new to this town, and we are trying to seek an audience with the king. Is there anyway we could do that...?"

"If you want to speak to the royals, you'll make your way to the gates. You can wait for their business to finish or send an inquiry for a meeting," The dark-oak colored echidna answered, scratching his long brown beard. "What are you carrying there? That for the royals?"

The hedgehog took no part of the conversation. He just kind of tried hiding his face by looking down at the ground for a moment in his own world.

"Ah. No. We were sent to sell these for a farmer out east. You wouldn't happen to know anyone who would buy these, would you..?" Samuel asked.

"You can set up a stand or just walk around giving them out for coin."

Samuel nodded gratefully. "Thank you kindly, sir. C'mon guys." He motioned. "We've got quite a crowd here. Someone's bound to buy these."

The hedgehog blinked a few times and looked back up. "Huh? Are we going to sell these now?"

"W-we just say 'Who wants these' or something?" Mel asked.

"Something like that. I could do that talking if you guys like...?" He said, slightly referencing the anxiety they both were showing.

"I guess...?" The hedgehog said. "I'm the one carrying two buckets full of milk so I might be having the worst amount of pain here..." He sighed.

"Well let's... do it then," Mel sighed out.

"Kewl." He said, before walking right into the crowed. "Goods for SALE! GOODS FOR SALE!  Loads of hide, Buckets of milk. Get em' now!" He Bellowed.

Most of the people were walking about, but a voice eventually called "How much?!"

"Uh. good... question." He murmured. Not quite knowing what their currency was called, or how much it was worth. He knew they could easily be scammed. He looked to the others for help.

The hedgehog had a suspicion that it was gold, but it wasn't showing the name for it, so he assumed that there was a different name for the gold.

"How does ten each sound?" Mel decided to suggest.

"... How many do you have?"

Samuel quickly counted the hides and found around 15. "I've got Fifteen different hides. And a few buckets of milk." He called.

"Hm," A cat walked over, feeling over the hides. "Alright, I'll take on a five."

The hedgehog was struggling to continue lifting the buckets. For someone who claims to be weak and unimportant, he could sure carry a heavy burden.

He passed the set of hides over the the cat. And promptly glanced at Asonja sympathetically.

They received a set of silver indented coins before the man walked off with the hides.

"Should... we try to get to the royal people now?" Mel asked.

"We should probably get rid of that milk. It'll go bad soon, everything else can wait." Samuel commented, pointedly.

"Maybe a bakery or something will want it?" She shrugged.

"Good idea, now we just need to find one..." He turned and tapped a nearby civilian on the shoulder. "Excuse me, do you know where a bakery is?"

The man pointed further down the road of the kingdom.

(I was in school while you guys were doing this! Jeez, have patience people, I made a blog about the times I'll be able to edit...Sorry if I sound rude, I'm just a bit stressed I apologize if I was harsh there.) (*trying my best Jamaican* Don't worry bout' it, mon! We be chilln'. Take a breather and we'll see you when your not busy~)

Asonja seemed a bit glad that he'll be taking this burden off soon, as he went over to the bakery to sell the milk.

Samuel grinned. "Good job, Mel." He affirmed. Attempting to make conversation with her.

"U- thanks," She smiled briefly. The baker immediately noticed the milk, asking a quick "how much?"

"U-uh..." The hedgehog thought. "5 for each?" He sounded unsure.

"... Let's see," He took a spoon, scooping out some of the milk and tasting it. "... Five you say?"

"Thats-right sir. We're having a sale." Samuel called, waving his hand.

"... Verily," He motioned for him to follow inside, patting a table for him to place the milk down.

The hedgehog did so carefully. He seemed relieved and stretched his back. His spine popped loudly as he bent backward. "Oh my god that feels so nice." He muttered.

"Jeez, I heard that one from here." Samuel murmured. Still standing outside the shop. "Hopefully this'll speed us up now that we've lightened the load."

"How much money do we have now?" Mel asked.

The hedgehog counted the gold they had. "We probably have enough to get like...a slice of bread or something I'm guessing..."

"... And how much is that in numbers?"

"Seventy....Five Silver." The hedgehog said, actually rater doubtful. "I think it's 75..." (Fixed it -3-)

"Well. Great! Er... I think, anyways. Lets get a move on." He said. "We'll just follow the procession here to the castle. At least... Thats where I think their going." Samuel murmured doubtfully.

"As long as we can get answers, that's all I care about." The hedgehog said rather selfishly. It wasn't on purpose.

Mel made her way forward toward the castle.

The hedgehog followed rather far behind, and occasionally bumping into people, apologizing to them quietly.

Samuel navigated behind them, occasionally tucking his tail to avoid it getting it thwacked. "That must be it." He said, nodding twards the rather large building further up ahead.

Multiple guards stood in front. A man stood at the center, holding a rolled paper as the people made appointments and began walking inside. The group had managed to get ahead of the foreign royal from before.

"Hello there, sir!" Samuel waved polity. "We're here to seek an audience with the king. We have a few important questions to ask.."

"Your names," The scribe wet his quill in a cup of ink.

the mink pointed to himself. "I'm Samuel... Samuel Emmet." He nodded back to the rest of the group. "The black one is Asonja, and she's called Mel."

Asonja just got back, just looking at the ground avoiding all eye contact as much as possible.

"Verily," The man motioned for them to walk onward in through the doors.

"Great. Thank you kindly, sir." He saluted before nudging his skittish pals. "C'mon, people. March!" Samuel said, nudging them along.

Asonja looked up at this and came along. He still looked down most of the time

Once through, they found themselves in a long waiting room. Rows of long benches were seen on both sides of the massive gold and silver-colored room, a set of much larger doors at the end. This was to be where they would wait for their turn.

"Oof! This might take awhile." Samuel commented, selecting a seat in the near-middle of the huge room.

Asonja groaned, his right leg vibrating. "I hate waiting..." He mutters.

"Just think of it as an activity in itself. Least' we don't have to carry around all that heavy supplies." He reminded.

While it was more than an hour of waiting, many of the people in line ended up leaving, mostly due to running out of time to speak and needing to get back to their daily lives. However just as the three were about to be let in to the next room, the royal from the crowds had arrived.

"Make way," He shooed, quickly stepping in front to enter the doors.

"W- hey!" Mel tensed, taking a step toward the strange prince or king.

Samuel tensed. "Mel, wait. He's probably of higher importance than us. We don't want to interfere.. remember?" He whispered loudly.

"But- h-... ugh..."

Asonja had fell asleep through the entire waiting process. He looked similar to being hungover.

The royal went through uninterrupted. Mel grumbled a bit while waiting. but suddenly the doors opened up, rather quickly in fact. Mel jumped forward out of the way as two guards began escorting the royal man from the building. He called back something like "This is a mistake!" or "You need to listen!" but did not resist as he was directed outward.

Asonja stumbled forward, the massive shock of the door woke him up. "Eh? What's...happening?"

Ears quivering, Samuel watched for two split seconds before completely switching into overdrive. "Whoa. Hey. We should go help him. " He said hurriedly, completely forgetting what he said..like..a few minuets ago. Bolting up, he took off after the civilian in the throng of people.

"H-hey wait a second! What happened to interfering!" Asonja yelled to him, but didn't get up after him. He stayed with Mel.

The royal was brought outside, at which point he grumbled back toward his seat.

"You may enter," The guard spoke to Asonja and Mel, glancing after Samuel. "Is he of your party?"

"Yes." He stands. "What has happened?"

Outside, Samuel was Padding up to the royal. he waved a bit to get his attention. "Er. Hey there, sir. You Ok?"

"Will he be joining you?" The guard asked.

"Yes." Asonja answers, nodding.

The man sighed as he relaxed back on his seat. "Mentally I will strive to be."

"I hope you don't mind me asking... But what's is important that you see the King immediately?"

"Ki- I am not at liberty to say but it involves the growth of this kingdom," He prepared to leave, the guards at the feet of his chart turning his transport.

"...Oook then." He said, halfheartedly waving before jogging back inside with the group. "HEYA! Sorry bout' that."

"Yeah..." Mel sighed as he came back.

"Your party is ready to continue then?" The guard asked, a bit agitated by the delay.

"Yessir." He said, clearing his throat. The mink was A little down and embarrassed.

Asonja got up and stretched, his back popping again. "Let's get this over with; I'm in the need of answers."

The guard led them forward, introducing their names as they went. The throne room was darker than outside, a dark stone wall surrounding each corner, and a stone throne at the center, red designs outward with the flag of the kingdom repeated on the walls, some knights standing in wait.

Sitting upon the throne was no kind, holding something of a scythe, or bladed staff, at their side. "Your business?" The Queen asked, standing stiff and still at their arrival. Asonja seemed a bit unnerved just looked at the Queen; just the way she looked at them was worrying, so he decided to speak first. "My Queen," He steps forward, trying to remain confident. "We appeared in this world somehow, and we would like to know if you have a reason behind it. We're terribly confused about what happened and how we got here." He pointed to Mel and Samuel.

Samuel bowed in respect. "Is true. Any guidance would be appreciated, as it is that we wish to return back home." He paused, scratching the back of his head. "At this point, I really don't even know where.. Home.. is."

She looked between each one slowly. "By what means were you brought?"

"We don't know," Asonja says. "The thing is, we just appeared in this world with no memory or recollection of how we got here; we just kind of...teleported here." He sounded unsure at first, but confirmed it later.

"Hold on," Mel spoke up. "We were in some kind of black... thing? A- a void or something?  We saw this light and ended up going through it... going here."

"That... does not narrow things," The queen sighed. "... You are... foreigners... with no idea of how you came here?" She seemed to partially not believe the story. "And your intention is to return only?"

"Yes, indeed, your Highness." Samuel confirmed. "And... Unfortunately, I have no clue by what power or force brought us here. It could be magic, or science." He sighed. "But believe me when I say, we speak the truth. No hallucinations or 'too much drink'."

"We're not witches either." Asonja added. "Definitely not witches. Just ordinary people that got here...somehow, and want to find a way back to their world."

"...Hm... What area of our world did you appear in? A description," She demanded promptly.

"We landed near a farm house I believe South from here? Or West? I can't remember..." He grumbled. "But yeah, we appeared in a field near there."

"... There is a man we call 'The Rifter'. He is also not from this world.  You should seek him out."

"I see," Asonja nods, but was slightly confused. "His last known whereabouts?"

"...Rifter. Huh. I remember the farmer mentioning him." Samuel murmured to himself. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"He..." She took a breath, looking a ways off for a moment. "Left... a... week's time. Quite possibly he has gone to the site of the Supretis Crow, a carnival which was destroyed years back.  Something of his was there he said."

"Is there a guide that could take us there? Or a map merchant we could possibly buy from around?" Samuel pipped up.

Asonja was mostly silent the whole time, most likely not listening to anything.

"There is a map in the prior hall that should have the area marked," She noted. "At the moment, we are busy with preparations. If you wish to have a guide, you would have to ask the common folk.  Various merchants should be about this time of the day."

Samuel bowed again."Thank you for taking the time to see us, your Highness. We will take a look at the map and be on our way. Good day to you." He said humbly. The mink then stood up and gathered his anxious companions down the hall.

Mel kept a glance at the queen as they went. Upon arriving back out to the first hall, the tapestry of their desire to the left, she gave a loud "WH- WAIT A MINUTE!"

"Mmmm? What?" Samuel stopped abruptly and noticed the map. "Oh! Oops, almost missed that." He commented, heading over to the strange map.

Asonja was still not having any say on the matter; he was eerily quiet and looked to have an implacable nature to him.

"N-no the queen!" Mel shook her head, chasing after Samuel.

Asonja stopped and looked behind him to notice the two running back. He stayed quiet, kept his head down and stayed where he was as he waited patiently for them to return.

"???" Pretty confuzzled now. Samuel whirled around to catch Mel. "What do you mean?"

"I remember seeing her, in pictures," She informed. "F-from my zone. She doesn't look exactly the same but... she looks almost the same as a princ- er, queen, from there."

"Wait. Really? Weird. Maybe she's an ancestor.. No. wouldn't make sense. We must be in an Alternate Universe. People we know might show up if so." He said excitedly. Geeking out and spouting nonsense most-likely from comicbooks.

"So... like from our memories?" She looked back at Asonja. "Did you recognize anyone here?"

He looked up at Mel and shook his head. He was still oddly quiet.

"... Did something happen?" She asked, noticing his sudden silence.

"Hmm.." Samuel muttered. Scratching his chin. "I never payed much attention the crowds. SHOOT!" Nudging Asonja on the shoulder, and smiled sympathetically. "Hey. Your find, dude. What's up?"

He looked at Samuel and Mel, still fairly quiet. He just shrugs.

Mel gave him an odd stare before returning to the map. "We're looking for a carnival?"

"I guess so. Bet there isn't a funnel cake in sight though." He sighed sadly.

Most of the lands outside of the kingdom showed nothing of a carnival, and it was entirely in the foreign tongue. There was a drawing of some crow in the middle of a barren field. That seemed to be the best guess.

In Asonja's ear whispered a brief "Don't I know you?" It was a familiar voice, but from whom it came from was a mystery.

He jumped, almost yelping. He looked around. "Who just spoke to me..."

"Uhh.. We did?" Samuel stated, arching a brow. Turning back to the map, he sighed. "Darn this language."

"Should we get it translated or do we just go to that crow thing?" Mel asked.

"Nonono, someone whispered to me." Asonja says, hoping he isn't going insane this early.

"What did they say?" Mel asked.

"'Don't I know you' is what it said. It sounded familiar but I didn't see who it was." He says.

Samuel tipped his head to one side. "Huh. Telepathy maybe? Or a ghost?" He rambled.

"Doesn't matter...I would know that voice but since I don't it's no big deal right now..." He says quietly. He sounded aggravated about something, but was best not to ask about it.

"... Okay... so do we go to the crow thing?" Mel asked again.

"I don't know what that is. I wasn't listening to what the Queen said..." He sighed quietly.

Samuel patted Asonja on the back. "Don't worry, dude. We gotcha covered. We're supposed to head to an old amusement off in the west. Or, at least that's what the map says. There's someone there that the Queen believe.. Can help us."

"She said it was something like 'Septic Crows' or something," Mel added. "So I... thought the crow thing, had something to do with it..." She looked off a bit, partially embarrassed by her answer.

"Minus well. Not much else we can guess from the weird writing." Samuel shrugged. "Looks to be some ways off though. We should probably gather provisions."

"Like what?" Asonja asked, shrugging.

"Beef Jerky. Er.. Or what ever they have thats close to it. I can't spoil. Also water. And probably some light traveling gear too." He rambled.

"I have no idea what we plan on doing at this point anymore..." He says.

"We're going to the carnival place," Mel informed again. "Come on," She walked tensely toward the exit.

"O-okay then. I guess I'll be in the back, quiet as usual." He says as he follows Mel, even signalling Samuel to go in front of him.

Trailing after them, Samuel glance back at the map one last time before heading out of the building.

(Still waiting here) (Same. She had to go eat) (I'M BACK BABY) (YAY! BABIES) (Oh LORD NO)(Did someone say babies? .3.)

Guards and civilians stood and walked about the area. "Who do we ask?" Mel questioned.

Asonja shrugged behind them, at a long 5 foot distance.

Samuel shrugged, "Let's go with one of the civilians. The guards can sometimes be grumpy." He said, shambling over to a random woman and lightly tapping her on the shoulder. "Pardon me miss. We're heading on a journey. Do you know where the provisions shop could be? Or a seller of some basic hiking tools?"

The woman pointed down the way, up to a red-brick building on the higher levels.

Asonja kept going with hands in his pockets, seeming to ignore Mel and Samuel while they were getting directions.

Nodding his thanks, Samuel briskly led the small group up the hill-way to the shop the woman had directed hem too. "Guess this is what we're lookin' for, guys."

Asonja quietly continues with them, putting his hands in his pockets.

The shop had a picture of a saddle as the swinging sign. Various packaged food, maps, tools, and some clothing were seen inside.

"Food? I could really need food right now..." Asonja muttered.

"Yep. S'Why we're here." Samuel replied to Asonja. Making his way into the shop to purchase some necessity's.

He followed inside but instead of going up to order anything, he sat near the table in the corner where no one else is at.

Some meats were hanging from the ceiling by strings, the workers of the shop glancing over at Samuel as he approached. Mel went over toward Asonja. "You're gonna eat something right?"

"Probably." He answered. With that, he said nothing else.

"Hello there, good sirs. We're going to be traveling some distances and will need some gear 'n provisions. If you don't mind. How many days journey is Supritis Crow from here?" Samuel asks.

"The abandoned carnival?" One asked. "Eh... by what travel? By foot?"

Samuel nodded. "Yes, indeed. Unless it proves to be to far. Then we'll probably go by horse."

"Well...It's at least fifty miles out from the kingdom," He thought over.

Asonja stayed quiet in the corner of the area, fiddling with his thumbs.

Samuel tapped his foot for a moment. "If we keep moving, we can be there in but a day then. With sore legs.. but at least we'll get there." He mused. "Do you have any pre packed traveling sachets?" the fox asked, not quite knowing how long they would be away from civilization.