Your name is (name), you are from a small unknown village, in some forest nobody cares about. Your village has a small church where you and your family visit every weekend, your father is a farmer like most people here, wheat's the largest export in this village and what keeps everyone fed when there isn't a drought.You have 2 siblings, your older brother and your older sister, you never really connected with them, and you think they may actually dislike you, you are quite a bit younger than them.Your mother is too weak to farm and so she is the village weaver, she learned how to weave from your late grandmother, your mother has also inherited some books from your grandfather, so you and your siblings are one of the few literate people in the village.When the taxmen come every half-year some merchants also follow them due to the taxmen's guradforce, you like to borrow and read some books from the nice merchants before they leave, you are too poor to afford to buy books, so you are quite grateful that they let you just borrow and read some books, you think it's a novelty to them to encounter a literate villager.Aside from all of that, you are quite a loner, you never really connected with anybody in the village, not even your parents, but you aren't bothered with that, you prefer being alone with your books.You always dreamt of leaving your backwater village, you always thought higher of yourself than most of your peers, that could be a contributing factor to your isolation, but nontheless you held that belief your whole life.When you were a child you already hoped for something better, 'how could no one here aspire for something more?' you've asked yourself time and time again, there had to more to life than farming and praying.You never had the opportunity to leave the village, your father would always shout at you that "It's too dangerous to leave! you'll die out there!", of course you never believed him, but rules are rules, you wouldn't want to incur your father's wrath by going out.So you waited and waited, you farmed the wheat, prayed at church, and read what little there was until that opportunity came one fateful day.
It was a couple months after your 18th birthday, some rumors were starting to get around about some sort of war happening between your nation and a neighboring kingdom, you didn't really understand what was going on or why this war started but it was pretty exciting nontheless. You started imagining to yourself how it would be like going to war, joining a battalion and going on an epic adventure like in the tales written in the books, looting the enemy for treasure, and perhaps even gaining a name for yourself* in the world.You were buzzing with energy, but your father still wouldn't let you out,until that one fateful day that finally came.Recruiters came to the village, a squad of men, clad in army clothes, and armed with large flintlock muskets, at their helm was an imposing mustached man, he shouted for everyone in the village to gather around near the church, and when everybody gathered he started speaking:"The King is looking for brave men to join the Fight against the treacherous Galamads! They have attacked and slaughtered our people! So answer the king's call and join the army!"He pointed his hand to a large tent "Go there and sign up for the call! We are looking for young able bodied men to join up!" he puts his hand down "And if anybody here is or knows a magician, please come and speak directly to me, magicians get better rations and salaries." As he finished speaking the small crowd of your village broke into shouts and murmurings, and everybody started scattering everywhere, you saw many people you know including your brother go the recruiting tent.You aren't particularly attuned to magic, but still, being able to get out of this wretched village was good enough for you.What do you do?1) Go back home and collect some of your things, your mother is there, she didn't bother going to the village gathering2) Go straight to the recruiting tent to sign up3) Go talk to your father about leaving the village finally4) other (preferred, If I see a good other option I'll choose it)
>>6341894*just as a figure of speech, there isn't any lore about people not having names here like that one slime isekai, I just don't know what to call the MC
>>6341894>Go talk to your father about leaving the village finally
>>6341894>4) other (preferred, If I see a good other option I'll choose it)Claim we can do magic. Also since we're a girl we deserve better than being a regular grunt.
>>6341913huh, I guess I never really specified the MC's gender, how come you thought the MC was a girl?
>>6341918Big reader, never allowed to be out alone
>>6341920Interesting, I assumed the MC I was writing was a man, and just had a strict father, I'll wait a bit more for some other responses
>>6341894>Go talk to your father about leaving the village finallyNo matter what, we have a duty to let our father know.>>6341923I personally lean towards a male protagonist, due to the unspoken monthly logistics otherwise.
>>6341913Supporting
>>63418941) Go back home and collect some of your things, your mother is there, she didn't bother going to the village gathering
>>6341894 Go back home and collect some of your things, your mother is there, she didn't bother going to the village gathering
>>6341894>2) Go straight to the recruiting tent to sign up
>>6341894>2) Go straight to the recruiting tent to sign upOnwards to adventure!
go home to talk to mother and get some of your things before moving forwards got the most votes, lets go then
>>6342337Use a trip bro
>>6341894You decided it would be better to go home and collect some of your things before going to sign up for war.You go to your small house, and as you enter you see your mother weaving some fabrics, you ask her "How come you didn't go to the village gathering? Even father was there." She looks up at you and says in her weak voice "Ahh I don't really care for these rumblings, I'd much rather sit here and weave some clothes for when winter comes." She pauses for a second and then continues"But since you are here son, do tell me what was all that rabble outside about? You don't hear everyone this loud until the winter celebration."You tell her about how a war broke out between your nation and the neighboring kingdom of Galadia, and that they came here to recruit some men to join the fight against them, and you tell her you are planning to join the army. Her eyes suddenly light up in rage "No! You are not going to join the army!" she shouts "I will not let you go out and die in some ditch!" You are furious, how dare she try and keep you here in the wastes of this village, you will have none of it, so you shout back at your mother "No! I am sick of staying in this village! I will not lead a boring and sad life like how you and father lived! Unlike you bastards I have ambition! I am destined for greatness, not poverty! I will go weather you like it or not!" You finish your furious shouting, you still see some anger in your mother's eyes, but now there is fear and sadness in them too, suddenly she got up from her seat and ran outside, you think you saw some tears in her eyes as she ran, you feel a bit guilty but you did what you felt like you had to do.Now that you are unbothered by your mother, you can now take the things that you wanted to get.You find a sack in a cabinet to store the things you want, you take some of your beloved books and some spare underwear.After that business of yours is done you go outside towards the recruiting tent, you see your father and mother talking in the distance, you wouldn't want to talk with them now, so you avoid them on the way to the tent.You go up and see many of them men you saw before, you also see their flintlock muskets, you only ever read about them, the only guns you ever saw were the ones the hunters had, and the thought that you'll soon hold one excites you.You don't see your brother anywhere, even though you saw him go up here earlier, "he probably already finished signing up or whatever it may have been, let's just go sign up." You think to yourself.You head inside the crowded tent and wait in a line, after a while it's your turn, they let you inside a small room inside the tent, there sits a bored looking man by a table covered with papers, he tells you to sit on a stool.
>>6342849"Your name?" He asks,"Harold Eadric" You tell him."Your age?""18""Very well." He writes down your answers.He looks at you."So, have you ever handled a gun before?" He asks you."Uh no I haven't sir." You answer"Of course, so how fit are you?" "Well I farm in the fields on most days, so I'd say I am decently fit""Very well, Very well" he writes down your further answers."Are there any specific skills or any things you are particularly good with?" He asks you."well I am decently literate I have read many books." You hold up your leather sack "I have also brought some of my books""I see" He writes something down"Anything else?" he asks"well..."(this will determine where you'll placed within the army)1) "I have pretty good endurance, I never tire when working in the fields."2) "I am quite crafty and sneaky, I am quite good at hunting game with my bow"3) "I insist about my literacy, I believe I am quite good with books and whatnot."4) Other, will pick if I see an interesting option
>>6342863Sorry for being slow in writing, I am quite brain rotted, and I am trying to do something other than consuming bullshit on the internet all the time for first time in my life basically.I know my writing isn't really the best and I'll accept criticism with the best of my abilities, I am a novice so please be gentle.
>>6342863>3) "I insist about my literacy, I believe I am quite good with books and whatnot."Harold is an egghead. If there is any route to magecraft, this is it.
>>6342863>"I insist about my literacy, I believe I am quite good with books and whatnot."
>>6342863>2Magic cannot compare to stealth archery>>6342867Op is a brainrotted zoomie confirmed
