>Be gangly armed son of the blacksmith, get engaged to the beautiful blond girl across the street
>One day the Oracle of the Azure Orb shows up and declares that she's the Chosen One, destined to wield the Blade of Eternal Endings and banish the Thousandfaced Demonking to bring peace to the land for ten generations
>Offer to go with her, I'm not bad with a hammer, but the Oracle says my place is here, forging for her the Ultimate Armor in preparation for the Final Battle of Good and Evil
>We kiss, she leaves, I spend the next few months forging and reforging the best armor the land has ever seen
>Seven months later word drifts into town about how the Demonking was defeated and they'll throw a parade in the capital in a week
>Spend all I have to reach the capital
>She's there waving to the crowd next to the king, who declares that he's stepping down so that she can become queen, and that she's engaged to be married to one of her sidekicks, the bumbling wizard, he's so wacky
>She scans the crowd and our eyes meet and she doesn't even recognize me
>Go back to the village, marry the slightly overweight redheaded daughter of the baker
>Die in bed at 43 of easily treated gangrene, the last thing I ever see being the Ultimate Armor, which I kept on top of the fireplace all these years
>>44491670
0/10 copypasta
>>44491670
Ultimate Armor is actually just masterwork full-plate.
Will be given to level 1 adventurers by your children to get rid of the rats in your basement.
>Be peasant boy.
>Decide that I don't wanna spend my whole life on a farm.
>Leave home to adventure, taking only a hatchet for defense.
>It's hard at first, but soon I get a small group going.
>There's this girl who can cast crazy magic stuff, this older religious guy, and this short guy who really likes fighting.
>Send money home regularly.
>In the middle of a bandit ambush, my hatchet glows, and I take their leader down in one strike.
>Old guy says I'm a pally-din, or something like that.
>Spend the next decade traveling the world, fighting injustice and helping people.
>Now I've got a keep, a beautiful wife, and a baby on the way.
>I still have that old hatchet.
Sorry things didn't work out for you, man. If you wanna be a hero, all you gotta do is try.
>>44491902
estwing dont mess around when they make hatchets
>>44495400
>>44495424
This is some shit ass JRPG plot
>>44495441
What I don't get is how did the gangly-armed son of a common village blacksmith craft armor, and very good armor at that?
Where did he acquire the materials? The knowledge? The industry? Please don't tell me he used a horseshoe hammer on a breastplate.
>>44491670
Being the petty and spiteful bastard I am, I likely would have gone off to burn the world she saved.
>>44495480
Well I assume he didn't stay gangly armed for long. Besides that it's called learning a trade. When you live in the Chosen One's home town you probably get an increase in trade. Provided you don't get pillaged by the BBEG that is.
What I want to know is why the fuck the Oracle told him to stay behind when she didn't need the armor and in what world the Main Character hooks up with the comic relief over the pre-established love interest. Unless this is some stupid social links bullshit and whatever dumbass playing the game forgot to recruit one of the best characters.
>>44495465
shoulda stayed
>>44495465
>>44495441
>>44495424
>>44495400
Yah know if you read it backwards it's about a guy escaping his necromancer queen so the flower he randomly found while terrorizing citizens can be healthy again and then he gets banished and left for dead again and again until he FINALLY reaches a place where his past can't reach him or his flower until it turns out his evil master followed him the entire way JUST to turn his pink flower into a shitty blue one before they both realize this was a MASSIVE waste of time and awkwardly go their separate way
>>44495463
>Be gangly armed son of the blacksmith, get engaged to the beautiful blond girl across the street
>One day the Oracle of the Azure Orb shows up and declares that she's the Chosen One, destined to wield the Blade of Eternal Endings and banish the Thousandfaced Demonking to bring peace to the land for ten generations
>Offer to go with her, I'm not bad with a hammer, but the Oracle says my place is here, forging for her the Ultimate Armor in preparation for the Final Battle of Good and Evil
>We kiss, she leaves, I smash out the armor in what should have been months, in a few weeks
>Decide this isn't the life for me. Slip out one night and go looking for her
>Days pass as I travel, I encounter more and more demon beasts. Think I'm traveling in the right direction
>Turns out I'm not. Ended up traveling on a tangential path
>Turns out there's a Demon king in nearly every country
>Forget about why I'm traveling, because there are too many new places to see, people to meet, and things to do
>>44491670
>Be street scum peasant child in a poor village.
>Would've starved years ago if not for innkeeper's wife and generous portions of burned bread.
>Be in a few pointless street fights, always losses.
>Still recovering from a brawl when I hear news about some rich newcomers, four of them.
>They flaunt some yellow metal I've never seen before to the local innkeeper.
>They sleep on the best beds and eat the finest food
>All because of this weird metal that shines like the sun.
>One night I steal into the armor-less one's room when he's giving some hooker the time.
>Pocket a few trinkets.
>No shiny metal though.
>He probably disappointed the hooker because he's back early.
>I'm out the window and in the forest before he can even alert the others.
>Stay in the woods for a few days until this blows over.
>Briefly consider stealing the sun to finally have some shiny metal.
>Come back to village only to find a crater.
>Find strung up body of a fellow gang-member with glowing symbols carved into it.
>Can't read but message is clear.
>Spend a few days burying the dead and leave the village as soon as possible.
Continue?
>>44496062
Please do
>>44495465
I like that at the end it says 'start'
Makes me feel warm inside
>>44496062
>Realize three days into traveling that I'm utterly lost.
>Took unfinished roads as much as possible to avoid bumping into the Travelers.
>In hindsight a map would've been useful.
>Decide to settle down for a rest on the fourth day.
>Been without food for two of those.
>Awaken in the night to some rustling beside me.
>Thankfully a full moon so I can see.
>Scramble up a tree only to find a bear climbing up from the base.
>Only have a sharpened spade for protection.
>All this for some metal that I couldn't even get.
>Drop out of tree to get away from it.
>Hit the ground heavily as bear roars angrily.
>Something cracks in my foot and pain washes through me.
>Running isn't an option anymore.
>Bear clambers out of the tree and stands at almost twice my height as it roars.
>Limping will have to do.
>Agony in my legs first and then my back as I try to run.
>Fucking thing tears into my back.
>Realize that I'm going to die here.
>All because of some fucking metal.
>See red.
>Hear gnashing and screaming and feel something soaking into my arms.
>Realize the screaming is from me.
>Vision slowly returns as I see something pink splattered over my forearm.
>The bear's head is torn in half at the jaw.
>My wounds seal as I watch them.
>Haphazardly tear into the bear for fur and meat and move on despite feeling weak.
>Finally see a city on the sixth day.
>March through streets covered in nature's gore.
>Somewhat surprised to realize that nobody knows about my village.
>Find an inn.
>Place bear skin on counter with intent to barter for a room and some wash water.
>Posh bastard has goons literally toss me out as he says he only deals in gold, whatever THAT is.
>Only one way to resolve this situation.
>I break into the biggest looking house I can find.
>>44491670
>Be bartender in a tavern
>The day is going well
>All of a sudden, three people walk into the tavern
>Big guy in full plate, old man in robe and cute girl with lots of instruments
>Big guy in full plate asks for drinks
>Leaves me a tip that's more than I make in a year
>Hooded figure enters soon after
>Lost sight of hooded figure in the bustle of the tavern
>Cute chick with instruments walks up to me.
>She keeps asking me questions about literally everything in the town
>Say everything I know, even though I really shouldn't be spending this much time
>Getting ready to close
>Woman with the instruments approaches me.
>She's already rounded up all the other staff of the tavern
>Long night, don't remember much. Apparently I drank a lot
>Wake up in bed with the other members of the staff
>Girl with the instruments is getting dressed
>Gives me a wink and waves her hands
>I fall back to sleep
>Wake up two hours later
>All my tip money is gone, all the alcohol is gone and there is a three headed goat behind the bar
Fucking adventurers, man. Every time.
>>44495580
>pre-established love interest
There is no pre-established love interest.
This is the story of a girl escaping a life decided for her, so that she may live on her own terms and save the world in the process.
>>44496796
>escaping the life decided for her
>literally decides go out adventuring merely because some random jackoff "Oracle" told her to.
u wot?
>>44496871
>decides
Seems like you get it already, don't know how you managed to confuse yourself.
>>44496888
It used that word sarcastically. She didn't decide shit, she just went from one role someone else chose for her to another role someone else chose for her.
>>44496490
>There are a lot of swords and paintings on the walls.
>Most are have the same look as the metal that was being flaunted at my village earlier.
>To hell with that nonsense.
>Steal some new clothing and wash myself off with this bitter red liquid that was in a bottle.
>Finally find a number of coins that look like the moon and some that look like the sun.
>Stuff the moon-coins into a makeshift bag of my own clothing and leave the shinier ones.
>Carefully make my way out of the house with coin.
>Spend years in city doing the same nonsense over and over again.
>Only take a bit more than I need.
>Also never get caught.
>Make a small hut on the outskirts to store my small pile of ill-gotten gains.
>Go back into the city.
>There's a celebration or something.
>Oh fuck it's the Travelers.
>I don't even warrant a second glance as they walk past me.
>They kill everyone I knew and they can't even be bothered to remember the bloke who stole from them?
>Night approaches.
>I prepare for one last theft.
>Some tape, a hammer and some rope should suffice.
>Bring spade along just in case.
>I wait underneath the unarmored one's room window.
>Giving another hooker the time.
>Become certain of his identity when it only takes him two minutes to leave and come back.
>He quickly goes to sleep.
>I literally steal everything he owns, take it to my shack, and burn it.
>Even his books.
>Especially his books.
>I shake him awake.
>Then I brain him with the hammer.
>Or I try to.
>I crack his face but the skin just melts away and now there's a skeleton glaring at me.
>This was not part of the plan.
>Agony as he strikes me with some sort of glowy nonsense.
>But I'm out the window and near the forest.
>Deja vu.
>Then I get hit by another glowy thing.
>I literally pour forward as ash.
>Not even enough time for pain.
>Die alone on a hill as a common pad-foot.
>>44496490
Are you going to continue?
>>44496796
She doesn't make a choice, She's summoned by fate. Also that girl is a bit of a bitch. What kind of person didn't break off her previous engagement believe getting engaged to another man?
>>44497085
Doesn't break off her current engagement before getting engaged to another man*
Damon auto- correct
>>44496924
Awwww.
How did he survive the bear fight?
>>44497257
Plot armor, son.
>>44496924
>A moment of utter emptiness passes.
>Then it feels like I'm dying again.
>But in reverse.
>I feel the agony as skin grows on muscle grows on bone.
>I open my eyes and it's day.
>Surrounded by raggedly looking folks.
>I'm utterly naked.
>I stare at them long enough to get an awkward cough in response.
>Eventually have situation explained to me.
>I've been dead for almost two centuries and there's a fucking religion centered on me now.
>The Traveler basically rules the world too.
>And everyone thinks I have a chance because someone in the interim exaggerated the conflict we had had.
>Don't have the heart to tell them that all I've ever had and achieved was stolen.
>God damn it.
>They start trying to shove a weapon in my hand and asking me to lead armies.
>The expressions are the worst.
>Hope mixed with fear mixed with all sorts of other things.
>I tell them all that I'll stop him and that they have nothing to worry about.
>Somehow they believe me.
>Still insist on giving me armor that is FAR too heavy and a sword I don't even know how to use.
>Manage to play off not knowing how to use it as ancient mystic bullshit.
>Depart to nearest town after I get them to promise to go back into hiding.
>Immediately sell most of the shit they gave me.
>Purchase some oil, rope, a basic lock-pick kit, and a knife.
>I wait until night.
>I walk up to a large house, almost a mansion.
>I look at it and pause.
>I turn around.
>One last theft to be done, after all.
>And this is not it.
>>44497257
>>44497362
All in good time.
>>44497364
>Not knowing how to read is the fucking worst.
>Symbols everywhere that people fearfully avoid.
>I ask what they mean and people look at me like I'm insane.
>Had to corner some scroll carrying guy in an alleyway just to get some answers.
>Spell casting skeletons are lichs or witches or something.
>Important part was that they seal their soul in an object in order to be eternal.
>And the symbols make anyone who reads them literally explode.
>Apparently it amuses him.
>I feel the same anger I had when facing the bear rise up.
>No red, though.
>Strange.
>I thank the scroll-carrier for his time even as he raises a whistle to his lips and raises an alarm.
>What a brother fucker.
>Skeletons crowd around the alley entrance even as I scale up a wall and smash through a second story window.
>A family merely stares at me wide eyed as I hurl their table, food and all, out the window at the skeletons below.
>I mutter a quick apology to the family even as I rob them of their drapes.
>I hear a few of skeletons break below me even as I take a running leap to the window of the opposite building.
>Shards slice me open but it's better than being stabbed by spears.
>Nearly fall into a vat of molten glass.
>Stop myself by gripping the brim of said vat with my bare hand.
>All of this was because of a bit of fucking coinage.
>I nurse my burned hand as I ascend the stairs to the roof.
>More of those fucking symbols on banners.
>I remove a few of them for later usage and begin leaping from roof to roof.
>Hours pass as I'm pursued by skeletons.
>Finally manage to lose them as sun begins to creep up the sky.
>Meanwhile I've collected about thirty banners of explodey-death in my pack.
>I finally crash at an inn and sleep the day away.
>>44491693
Yeah. This is pretty damn old.
>>44497713
>I awake to my door being run through with a spike and everything around me on fire or exploding.
>I default to the old standby.
>Out the window I go.
>In hindsight that was a bad idea.
>Three stories hurts.
>I roll as I hit the ground only to be stopped by something sharp being lazily pressed against my back.
>After my inevitable defeat I get escorted to some sort of dungeon.
>Still better than where I lived when I was a kid.
>Start fiddling with some of the rocks in my cell.
>Days probably pass.
>One day I'm finally escorted out of the dungeon to a room with two chairs.
>Of course mister fucking skeleton is occupying one.
>I think he glances at me before asking me a bunch of weird questions.
>Finally culminates in asking me what sort of idiot adventurer I am.
>Tell him I was just a peasant.
>If the cracking is any indication, he just chipped his own teeth by clenching his own teeth.
>He calmly leaves the room.
>I hear explosions behind the door.
>And lots of incoherent screams of rage.
>He reenters the room.
>Asks me why I took his stuff.
>Evidently those baubles were some good stuff.
>I reply I was just looking for the coins he and his friends were waving about.
>This warrants another trip outside.
>When he finally reenters again, he simply asks me where they are.
>They disintegrated along with me the first time.
>I think the skeleton is actually about to break down in tears.
>He slumps down on the table.
>I slowly rise out of my chair.
>I pat him on the back.
>And I finally brain him with the lump of stone I had fashioned while in my cell.
CRUUUUSAAAADE
CRUUUSAAAADE
GOIN' ON A MOTHERFUCKIN' CRUUUUSAAAADE!
Oi, you smelly villeins, any of you want to join me on a CRUUUUUSAAADE? You're get absolved of all sins, get a shitload of loot, and most importantly get to stab people in the face- legally!
>>44498210
DID SOMEONE SAY A CRUSADE?! LET US GO ON A CRUSADE, BROTHER!
DEUS VULT!
>There was once a boy who loved iron. He apprenticed to a blacksmith to learn more about it.
>He worked the copper, bent the tin, polished the silver, and sculpted the gold, yet still he found his knowledge in iron lacking.
>The young man, having become a Journeyman Blacksmith, sought the advice of the Fae, who feared it so.
>They played, teased, tricked, and ultimately cursed him for doing so, but each time he came back.
>Each time, not once did he wield iron, keeping only a single lump securely wrapped in cloth. For he loved iron as neither weapon nor tool, but as a friend.
>And as common with Humans and Fae, Curiosity triumphed over Fear, and they at last told him what they knew to see what he would do.
>The young man learned that iron did not destroy magic, but steal it. The Fae hated it for it took magic from those who lived, yet itself did not live.
>Fashioning rings of rings of gold and crowns of silver, the young man thanked them before setting off.
>This time, he went to the Mages, and studied the craft of Magic.
>>44498357
>And he was quite bad at it. Terrible, really.
>He had worked with what he could hold and see all his life; words were much harder written down, and what the words represented even harder
>He would have been kicked out long ago, but he had found the hidden college by himself, and paid handsomely with all he had.
>Nevertheless, he learned of Iron, that iron had once lived, once laughed, once loved. The young man felt pity.
>This was of no consequence to the mages, who cared only how to use iron's greed for magic for their own purposes.
>Strapped for cash and having lost their patience, the young man soon had to make use of this.
>Working the forge and feeding iron Magic, his arms hammered out a curious lump.
>The lump was warm to the touch and dimly lit, but when it remained so for more than a week, the Mages soon saw the value.
>Too afraid to reveal themselves to the world, the mages hounded the young man to smith and cast and smith for a hundred men.
>And so he did, refining his craft in both smithing and magic, all to better this Iron who had once lived, and this iron that seems more and more alive as he worked it.
>When he was a man, he realized: that iron hungers for it is not truly dead. Each scrap of Magic it eats is a desperate bid for Life, and yet one that will never bring it back.
>And in the chaos that he himself caused, the man slipped away, to ask Iron itself.
>>44498536
>For a time, the man wandered aimlessly. Wherever he went, whatever iron he found, he smithed. But the iron was silent, dead without Magic.
>As he fed them Magic, he found that they would not speak, in the same way a dog will only pause from its meal to bite you.
>Stopping at a town for supplies, he found much had changed. He learned of Bronze, of Brass, of Electrum, and most importantly, of Steel.
>It had been a simple steel sword, humble in design but proud in its strength, but the man begged the shopkeeper for his secrets.
>The man was refused, too old to apprentice, and not even rich enough to purchase the sword, he left with only a hint: the key to steel lies in the Purity of iron and the Life that went into it.
>And the man was confused, for the shopkeeper knew nothing of the Iron That Lived. Nothing within iron had Life, and no amount of Magic could replace it.
>So dire was his desire, and aimless his hammer, that when his accidentally struck himself, he let the blood flow and smithed it in sacrifice.
>And out came steel. Poor steel, nothing that could compare to that simple sword, but steel nevertheless.
>The steel was never the goal, though. The man had caught it, so quick, so silent one would think it the wind, but for the briefest moment the iron spoke.
>>44498682
more
>>44498682
>Day after day, the man smithed
>Blood, meat, plants, coal, all sorts were tried, and all sorts failed.
>He had long ago learned and refined Steel, but the answer laid further
>The Magic that fed the iron had to be contained in other vessels, living material that slowly seeped the Magic such that the Iron was not overcome by Gluttony.
>Alloying the iron with the vessel enabled it to speak, but the more impure the iron, the less clear the words.
>It soon became apparent the hammering itself was a message to iron, one that needed care for there was little time for the man to explain his purpose and reply to the iron
>With every piece, words were spoken, and the man hammered in reply.
>Slowly, surely, the old man learned the language of Iron.
>>44495480
The Oracle instructed him to do it.
>>44495580
The Oracle knew that another hero would have need of this armor, and took advantage of the smith's gullible nature and love for the current Chosen.
>>44498766
>Iron had once walked the earth
>Arrogant, Gluttonous, and a braggart, Iron owned nothing, yet lorded over others wherever Iron went.
>Strong in Body, strong in Magic, Iron was a gullible fool, a weapon pointed at whoever had the misfortune to be the subject of Iron's wrath
>Tricked by words and cruel to strangers, Iron had many Masters, but no Friends.
>Such was the case until Iron was finally betrayed and slain, death only serving to make Iron a more pliable tool to manipulate.
>And Iron was not undeserving of such a fate, for every chance at salvation was turned away for want of discipline and patience. In the face of mere hunger, Iron was laid low.
>Humbled by Fate, Iron came to know Gratitude for the old man who spent his entire life to understand, the first who would call Iron a friend.
>But Iron did not deserve Freedom, nor Life, and this was well understood by both.
>Instead, Iron pledged Loyalty to the old man, to work alongside him in spellcraft and to be molded into a perfect form for the task at hand
>Many tools and trades came of that Pact. Wands that held the Earth's strength, Blades that parted the Seas, Arrows that reached for the Skies and came down wreathed in frost, and so much more
>And Iron was saved.
>Not by Freedom nor Life, things that were lost and never meant to be regained.
>Not for having a friend, for the old man had long since passed. Empathy was too much to expect, too much to demand from any other.
>But for simple Respect, to be something that all treat with Dignity, for now Iron could be content with a quiet pride instead of hungering to be more.
>>44499918
Wow, that's a great story. I'd cap it, but I'm on a phone right now.
>>44501962
I capped it there >>44502314
(It's related to the quest, see >>44499974 >>44484025 >>44484175)
>>44491670
Be Commoner
Food Is Good
Drink Is Good
Job Is Good
Friends Are Good
Family Is Good
Town Is Good
Lord In Castle Is Good
Life Is Good My Friends
>>44496796
It's the story of a bitch whose fiance was willing to abandon everything and risk his life to help her, while she couldn't even be bothered to send him a /note/ to let him know she'd hooked up with a bumbling wizard's apprentice.
>>44495465
What level would he be?
>>44503627
At least 10
At most 15
>>44503627
1st, that's where he finally had enough training and ambition to qualify as a PC. The rest was all backstory.
>>44491670
> Be a farmboy.
> Demons attack my humble peasant village.
> They're fucking terrifying. Everything is on fire. A woman is hurling down lightning bolts and laughing as she does it.
> A man in black armor, carrying a huge sword, sees me.
> Says "You have spirit, boy. I'll give you one free shot."
> Stab at his throat with my pitchfork, put all my hatred and desperation into that single blow.
> The tines shatter against his skin, he isn't even bruised.
> Says "Sorry, boy. That's all you get."
> Takes one step forward and cuts me in half.
> Last sight I ever see is my sister being devoured by hellhounds.
> Have a moment to wonder about the meaning of it all, before I bleed out.
>>44495580
> In what world the Main Character hooks up with the comic relief over the pre-established love interest.
Oh, so he's entitled to the heroine now?
The only thing that surprises me is that she hooked up with the comic relief, not the hottest man in the kingdom. I mean, in her place, I would pick the guy who looks like Hitler's wet dream or the cover model for a trashy romance novel.
>>44498137
Source
>>44507460
Sekai Maou
>>44491670
>Seven months later word drifts into town about how the Demonking was defeated and they'll throw a parade in the capital in a week
>Spend all I have to reach the capital
>She's there waving to the crowd next to the king, who declares that he's stepping down so that she can become queen, and that she's engaged to be married to one of her sidekicks, the bumbling wizard, he's so wacky
>She scans the crowd and our eyes meet and she doesn't even recognize me
>Seven months
>She doesn't recognize me
>Engaged to the bumbling wizard
Seems like the bumbling wizard has bumbled up some love potion that'll put him on the throne.
I've got the screen caps from the Baker's Daughter thread.
2/3
3/3 good end
boop
>>44491670
>Die in bed at 43 of easily treated gangrene
A skilled armourer would be rich by the slandered of a peasant village.
>>44507437
Honestly, i don't think Speer is all that cute ;^)
>>44497928
That's it? No more?
>>44497928
Don't leave us hanging bro!!
