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From Londoner to Lord

Fantasy

Steven awakens to a nightmare. Transported to a brutal medieval kingdom on a faraway planet, he finds himself in the body of Kivamus, the ostracized third son of the Duke of Ulriga. Banished to a crumbling frontier village called Tiranat, a bandit-r...

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1. Spirited Away

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by Kuzunalis

by Kuzunalis

A NOTE FROM KUZUNALIS

Welcome to From Londoner to Lord!

I'm glad you're here! Having people coming along with me to follow the journey of Kivamus is a lot more fun!

Now this is going to be quite a long story. I'll try to make the worldbuilding believable yet highly engrossing. It will be a multi-cultural planet-wide setting, but the story will have a slow progression, at least in the beginning.

Map of southern Reslinor: https://www.patreon.com/posts/southern-part-of-100242112

I have already drawn maps for the rest of the story but they will only be uploaded when the story reaches there.

And above all else, have fun reading! And thanks for coming along!

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"Wake up, my lord."

"We have to leave soon, my lord. Please wake up."

Steven sat up, drowsily looking around. His head was pounding and the first thing he realized was that this wasn't his home. He was inside a wooden wagon with some kind of mat or bedding on it in the middle, with a bench on both sides. Some small bags and a few empty glass bottles were lying around him. He looked around and from the partially open flap, he could see that it was a little dark outside. There was a middle-aged man standing right outside the wagon, and he was the person who had been calling him to wake up. The person was wearing a tunic of some kind, and unless Steven was still drunk, he did not seem to be speaking in English. Despite that, Steven could understand him perfectly even though he didn't even know which language it was. The tunic did seem to be out of a medieval period drama though. He finally thought that he was still dreaming and started to lie down again.

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