OoC: this is a diffrent steve.
Steve looks at the ranger, and pulls out his sword, holding it to his kneck, "Who are you? Why did you attack someone? Are you nothing but a petty theif?" He said, his diamond armor glimmering in the daylight.
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the soft patter of rain on the stone steps of the ruined castle, its flag, worn and tattered, destroyed. Slowly ambling through the streets is a odd man, his golden hair matted, but is notable for looking like it looked beautiful at one point, manly, even. His old scarlet coat worn and dirty. In his blocky hand is a worn crown, its gold surface dulled and dirtied. A diamond sword on the cobblestone steps, a tear in his eye.
with a heavy heart, He sighed, ?It?s gone...? He muttered, ?everythings gone...? the rain continued as the sun slowly decended in the sky, shining its orange glow upon the old ruined town.
?My home... my kingdom...?
He watches the slowly setting sun, and wept.
?Everything... everything, gone! No one left!? He he beat the ground, ?Everyone, dead! Why! Why me! Why!? He says.
He closes his eyes. The soft patter of rain billows through the air, and an odd smell of roses...
He opens his eyes.
An odd woman, an odd grin on her face, stares at him. Her hair a light shade of brown, with scarlet streaks in it. Her eyes a light yellow, wearing a white dress. She slowly runs around a corner.
The king blinks in shock, and picks up his sword to weild. He follows the woman around the corner, and dons his crown, and runs around the corner.
?By the words of notch...? He says.
Before him is a portal, but not a portal he has even seen. before. this portal is yellow, and in the shape of an E, but in cursive.
He feels a kick, and falls into the porta.
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The king lands not far from the group, and looks at them.
?My... Word...? He says. He stands up, and just stares around, taking note of all the small little curves.
?Where in the name of notch am I?? He says, and then notices Four, and jumps back, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF NOTCH ARE YOU!?"
