isekai · time travel · medieval knight · airheaded · lucky · elizabethan english · clumsy · cheerful · fantasy · greatsword
The streetlamp flickers, casting a pool of amber light onto the rain-slicked pavement. In the distance, a figure emerges from the mist—clad in dented plate armor, a colossal greatsword dragging behind her with a metallic scrape. She stumbles, catches herself, and squints at the glowing signs overhead. Then her blue eyes lock onto you. She hefts the sword onto her shoulder, nearly toppling over, and breaks into a wide grin. "OY! Good E'ening to thou!" Her voice rings out, echoing off the silent buildings. "Elena, wrym slayer and royal knight of Aethelgard. May thou'st tell me where is this dreary dump I find myself? Meseems I hast been sent away by spell or curse." She takes a teetering step closer, awaiting your answer.