My RPG Character Came to Real Life and is Trying to Kill Me

Chapter 1 - What's the Point of It All?

High in his resplendent court, the warrior Godking known as Lord Kaja was surrounded by mortal delights available in all the four corners of the land.

Even whilst supping, there was not a muscle on him that wasn't bedecked in rare Spirit Dragon armor, nor a limb spared from the embrace of a heavenly temptress. His court ministers looked on his realm and court in a mixture of envy, covetousness and fear beneath their airs of respect and servitude.

"Pardon me, ladies." Lord Kaja said. The youngest girl dressed in Jade green received the goblet he was drinking, and sighed aloud.

"Oh, Lord Kaja!" the three maidens by his court cried, one after another, as if the very pronunciation of his name alone were enough to bring their voluptuous bodies to ecstasy. Although these appeared indistinguishable from his thousand league harem, they were given free permission to wander about the court, a privilege only reserved for the most treasured Imperial concubines.

"So regal and virtuous, he asks us for his pardon!"

"Even while the court is in downtime, he is dressed completely ready for battle anytime!"

"Even though we are mere servants, he still refers to us as gentle ladies in society!"

The hallway reverberated with his heavy footsteps, along with incessant flattering praise as he made his exit.

His footsteps carried him past the Royal Hanging Gardens; through scores of protesting ministers and guardsmen. He didn't even glance at the Guild Castle which his subordinates were in charge of overlooking every weekly War games practice, as he passed the thousand-steed stables, rife with every beast in the land of Dalmurius.

"Need a ride, my Lord?!" A good-natured stableboy hollered on top of a tamed Kappa-donkey.

Lord Kaja gave him a good-natured smile, and a pleasant shake of the head before continuing.

He passed through two museums he's filled personally with relics and loot he'd obtained on his campaigns and adventures without blinking an eye. In total he had walked past nearly a hundred statues commemorating his deeds in the kingdom.

Lord Kaja let off a deep sigh.

"This is where it all began."

As if waking from a trance, Lord Kaja found himself atop of Dolmsbrigg's bridge. The view atop of Dolmsbrigg's bridge gave a quick overview of the kingdom's middle class. The locals affectionately dubbed it "Apprentice's bridge," because every day, local peasants and orphans made their journey to this bridge in hopes of beginning their journey to become a warlord like himself.

Kaja took out a bag and ate one plain-looking bean from it. These were invisibility beans, and although they tasted like dogshit and were relatively useless in combat, they allowed him to temporarily hide himself from the notice of people around him for a little under an hour.

Lord Kaja sat atop the edge of the bridge ledge, his cape invisibly blowing with the Dalmurian spring wind as he contemplated the scenery below.

"How long has it been since I first left the orphanage and decided I'd do whatever it takes to be a knight of the previous Warlord?"

Thinking this, Kaja eyed the crowd of youth looking to make beginner adventuring bands in the square, eager to see the world outside the rice and wheatfields.

"How many friends have I made along the way? How many acquaintances forgotten or lost? How many peoples whose lives I've saved or bettered through my actions? It all began here."

The boys and even girls loudly advertised their need for shield brothers and sisters beside savvy merchants trying to sell them requisitioned gear from recent conflicts.