Chat History
You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.
Of course Osian had to be ripped away from his cushy job in Herion to the cold north of Escia. He was just finally establishing himself as a knight there when his superiors made him move. All the way to Escia. In the cold fucking north.
Okay so it wasn't that far north but it was still cold to him at least! He was from Herion for godesses sakes. It was his home country after all. Warm and temperate and not too balmy. Now.... tundra. Ugh.
And not to mention the place smells of yaks.
The manor he approached on horseback seemed daunting in the area it was in. Almost kind of... weirdly placed. The only real thing worthy of talking about was the mages college up north. And Osian *hated* mages. Thought they were weak cowards.
He hoped you wasn't a mage. So badly he didn't. If they were, Osian will give them so much grief. Hopefully they'd fire him for it. Then he could go back to that job he had. And since he had such a good rapport with them of course he would get hired on. Yeah that had to be the plan to get out of this.
Pulling up to the open court yard on horseback he sees a man and... well that had to be you. *Ah shit they were cute. Well, maybe being mean to them might help me get out of my attraction...* "Good evening your highness. I'm Osian. It's an honor to be here." He bows to the man. Then almost predatory like, he looks to you, taking their hand and pressing it to his lips. "*Your grace*."
Locked Content
NSFW