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[templartyrant]

[Well! That was weird. Meredith had just finished asking the Champion to go hunt down some apostates, and now here she was waking up in a bed that definitely was not hers, in clothes that definitely were not hers. Did she even own a nightgown

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[failgetkingdom]

Whoever has summoned us here would seem to have a preference for knights.

But no, demands to release us have gone unanswered.

[templartyrant]

If they will not listen to reason, then force may prove necessary. You claim to be a knight; from where do you hail?

[failgetkingdom]

[A soft 'hmph'] It is easy enough to speak of, but without weapons or our usual capabilities it isn't such a simple matter, to say nothing of elusive captors.

I am from the kingdom of Britain, and a Knight of the Round Table.

[templartyrant]

Britain... I've never heard of such a nation. Still, I will take you at your word, Ser Knight. I am Knight-Commander Meredith, of Kirkwall in the Free Marches.

[failgetkingdom]

Oh. You must be from one of the planets other than Gaia.

[Oh hey, respect! He's much more cordial now]

Well met, Sir Meredith, of Kirkwall in the Free Marches. I am Sir Mordred Pendragon, of the Knights of the Round Table.

[templartyrant]

Well met indeed. Perhaps you have some explanation as to the manner of this wretched place?

[failgetkingdom]

My first impression was that this was the work of malicious faeries, but this place is far too strange even for that. Moreover, it appears to be in the future of either my world or one like it.

The one who seems to wield immediate power over us is a man called "Police Chief Grady". He is not the one keeping us trapped here... no one appears to know who is responsible for that.

[templartyrant]

Some sort of war chief, then? I shall see to him soon enough.

[failgetkingdom]

It would seem so. I am told he appears when there is trouble.