Gaming-addicted Samara has big plans for her 20's, to be reincarnated into a fantasy world... or to get a job.
Sucks for Sam, because the person who gets reincarnated in this story is Remy, an elven girl from a land where magic is mundane and human...
DEMON KING'S™ CASTLE - NIGHT Imagine the most generic-looking evil castle you've ever seen. It's nestled in a sea of tall pines and fog. There are even ominous clouds swirling overhead.
BAM!
A lady knight kicks through a pair of double wooden doors.
Enter LADY FAIRLIGHT (gorgeous, elven knight with shining, silver armor) with her longsword in hand. She enters the threshold of a cavernous throne room.
LADY FAIRLIGHT: "Demon King™! Your reign of terror ends tonight!"
THE DEMON KING™ (17-foot tall Kingly-looking Demon) stands in front of a conclave of LESSER DEMONS. They all seem to be having an intense discussion in rows of seats packed tightly in concentric circles. Powdered wigs are part of the dress code.
The Demon King™ turns to his new guest.
THE DEMON KING™: "You're too late, for my reign has ended as of 10 minutes ago."
LADY FAIRLIGHT: "Huh?"
The Demon King™ unveils a massive scroll of parchment in his hand. The ink has barely dried on it.
THE DEMON KING™: "I have relegated my power to a newly-elected Demon Congress. Demonland has taken an important step forward to becoming a nation truly for the people."
LADY FAIRLIGHT: "No, not that! I'm talking about all the villages of people you killed and kidnapped!"
The Demon King scratches his chin. It's all coming back to him now.
THE DEMON KING™: "Ah, right. I DID do that."
The Demon King™ pulls a lever hidden behind a nearby curtain.
Six villagers drop from the ceiling in chains. They are cartoonishly busty as if their character designs were intended to appeal to a 16-plus-year-old, predominantly male basement-dwelling audience.
THE DEMON KING™: "These six villagers Fairlight. In exchange for that otherworldly tome you have!"
A distant voice echoes through the halls.
UNKNOWN VOICE: "You mean this one?"
Enter Samara. Here, she looks full of vim and vigor. Her days of sleeping on trains whilst intoxicated have yet to come.
She enters the throne room in comfy pajamas, carrying a thick, well-worn book. Lady Fairlight grows anxious with Samara's sudden presence.
LADY FAIRLIGHT: "Samara! You were supposed to stay back!"
SAMARA: "Was I? Man, I'm really bad with instructions."
The Demon King™ lets out a deep chuckle.
THE DEMON KING™: "How considerate of you to bring that tome to my doorstep..."
The book in Samara's hands is a copy of Wyverns & Warriors: 4th Edition. It is a tabletop RPG playing guide that can be found at any bookstore in the human world.
CAPTURED VILLAGER #1: "No! You mustn't let The Demon King™ take it!"
CAPTURED VILLAGER #2: "He'll conquer all of The Middle Realms with it!"
The captured villagers struggle in their chains, knowing fully well that escape is futile.
THE DEMON KING™: "Were you not paying attention? Demonland has done away with barbaric conquests..."
The Demon King™ raises his arms in self-aggrandizing triumph.
THE DEMON KING™: "...however, it WOULD be a useful tool for spreading the word of the ways of our newly formed DEMONcratic Republic!
The DEMON CONGRESSMEN arise from their seats.
THE DEMON KING™: "Demon Congress! Motion to murder these intruders and take their stuff?"
DEMON CONGRESSMEN (in unison): "Granted."
The Demon Congressmen draw their rusty, jagged blades.
LADY FAIRLIGHT: "Samara, we can't risk having that tome fall into their hands! Please leave this fight to me!"
Samara yawns and scratches her neck.
SAMARA: "Appreciate your concern. But sometimes in life..."
Samara flips the Wyverns & Warriors tome open. She adopts a defensive stance.
SAMARA: "...you have to roll some dice!"
To be continued...
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