Submissive Fantasy Town

Submissive Fantasy Town

A lone person in a fantasy world stumbles on a strange town

Chapter 1 by PoshlyetTovarisch PoshlyetTovarisch

Note: All characters are 18 years or over

The planet of Laingikata is a world much like any other. It has empires, alliances, war, politics, and a large amount of very stupid humans, elves, orcs, goblins and many other races. In this regard, it is a thoroughly unremarkable place in the multiverse.

However, one small town on this unassuming world is different from the rest, located in a remote region of a remote continent, this small town is almost idylically beautiful and peaceful, almost utopian compared to the harsh terrain surrounding it. One would expect it to be a target for brigands and warlords, but it has seemingly never even been targeted by a potential conqueror. Indeed, it seems as if no-one even knows of its existence.

At the very least, that seems readily apparant to you, as you stare down at the weathered and battered map that you're holding in your shivering hands. According to it, what lies ahead is nothing but wild, untamed and inhospitable wilderness, and yet a comfortable-looking town lies just ahead. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder whether what you see is merely an illusion, but the warmth emanating from the place suggests it is all real.

And dear god, the warmth feels amazing on your frozen skin. After days and days of lone travelling in the freezing winter, you doubted how much longer you could have carried on. There's a reason no-one goes this way, no sane person would attempt to cross these giant mountain ranges, especially not in the winter. It was only desperation that drove you here, and fear that stopped you from turning around.

You stagger forward towards the line of houses in front of you, even now hardly believing your eyes. You pass through the open city gates, but you already feel your strength giving way. You collapse on the nearest doorstep with a thud, fighting to stay awake. Suddenly, you sense a figure behind you. A soft, delicate hand places itself on your chest.

"Oh my god, he's frozen! Help me get the poor thing inside!"

You don't hear anything else before your exhausted body succumbs to sleep.

Who are you?

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