“Wake up Yer two dumdums, yer got a story to play yer part in.”
Malio shook his head, dizzy then stood up from the dry dirt below. He looked to the person who spoke. “S-stagia? What’s going on? We had one hell of a hiatus...”
Stagia was originally the one who ‘set the stage’, but now she’s here with Malio. “Thert ain’t information yer should know, friendy boy.” She said. Getting awfully descriptive with someone you just met, hmm?
“Ok...Where am I?”
Stagia knew her place, so she corrected herself, “A-I ain’t sure what ya doin’ in the vast Desert of Pyroclades, with no idea where yer are, but you and yer girl better get out of ere’.”
Malio narrowed his eyes. “Stagia, what are you talking about?” He looked over his shoulder to see Femalio trying to stand up. He hadn’t noticed, but both he and his sister were both starved and thirsty.
“I think this is a roleplay thing, Malio. Let’s just role with it.” Femalio said hoarsely as she stood.
“I see no flaws with that. Ahem* so why do we need to get out?” Malio’s acting skills are a load of crap, dude. “I heard that.” And he thinks he’s above consequences, hmm? No, not here.
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“What’s she going on about up there?” Femalio insubordinated, looking at the sky. “Above consequences?”
So anyway, our very thirsty and starved protagonists were quite tortured to find they’d been snuck up on by a group of bandits, galloping on horses towards them.
“Ohhhh, I see how its gonna be. Not even going to describe the terrain yet, Narratia?”
They were in a scorching hot desert, filled with endlessly rolling dunes. Femalio and Malio had scraps for clothes, while sweet lill’ Stagia, pretending to be a cowboy, had a horse. Oh, and did I forget to mention my stuck-up princess, Femalio, was tied up?
“Hey! What the ****” Tut tut tut, you can’t cuss, it would be rather lame if you did that. “But didn’t you just say ****” Narrator rules, fool. Anyway, what will our pressed protagonists doOooOoooO!?
Malio rolled his eyes. Oh, I guess he’s got a cut on his left arm, making him say, “Ow!” Thankfully, he doesn’t play the fool and decides to roll with it. While he un-ropes his counterpart, he asks Stagia, “So can you help us get out of here? Otherwise, we will die, I guess.”
“Erf yer ain’t too much trouble, a can help ya’” Thusly, they get on the cowboy’s horse and ride into the sunset.
We aren’t done, of course. Come back tomorrow, when we have our familial couple enter the city of Jerdia, a sandborne city with wonderful magics and other awesome stuff.
I’ll have to figure out what that stuff actually is, though...
Stagia, end it.