Oisean(MC) POV
"Fuck this fucking Forest," Oisean swore under his breath, as he trudged through mud and bushes.
Just a few hours ago he'd been lying on his bed playing a cyoa on his phone, when out of nowhere. He was falling through nothingness heading for a RIFT, through which he somehow knew was the world he had selected. But before he made it what seemed like a burst of rainbow-sounding wind slammed him to the side and straight into a dense blackberry bush.
"I think the only reason why I didn't break any bones landing was that bush and this cosplay rip off of a cloak." He grumbled tugging at his sleeve as he walked, "but where the fuck am I? All I'm fucking sure of is that I'm in the middle of fucking nowhere forest, at least I've got the stuff from the cyoa for all the good it'll do me."
At that statement, he grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. A small smile came to his lips despite his words. He had a fucking magic sword and artefacts and could learn to do magic, that was fucking awesome no matter what he said. But at the same time he knew, his complete lack of any experience whatsoever with a sword or magic meant that if anything in the forest attacked him he'd probably be a goner.
"To be utterly honest, I'm not annoyed I didn't go to a fucking Nirn and Roshar crossover," he muttered to himself. "Despite Solitude probably being relatively safe, neither of those worlds were particularly peaceful. Nirn alone is practically a death world that gets invaded by demons every other week, even without the wars between its primary kingdoms and a fuckton of bandits everywhere. No, I'm not annoyed I didn't end up in that world. What I'm annoyed and scared shitless about, is being stuck in a forest in the middle of bumbfuck nowhere, with no clue where I am, what creatures or people may be nearby, with no effective self-defence skills whatsoever, and no real understanding of how to use my new magic!" He roared, starting as he realised exactly how loud he'd gotten.
"Fuck, better shut up in case I disturb something," he said.
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Three hours later, Oisean was still walking. He'd found a small stream at the two-hour mark and had been following it ever since, as he remembered that people have pretty much always made their dwellings near water. But the shadows beneath the trees had started to get longer.
"It's probably going to be night soon," he muttered to himself, "I better try to find a safe place to camp. No sense walking when most of the predators are out, and I can't see my hand in front of my face."
His next step faltered and he fell forward with a yell as his boot-clad foot (man he was glad to be wearing shoes) was yanked out from beneath him, and up into the air. His head met the ground and there was darkness
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"Well, well, well, look what we've got 'ere," a mocking voice crowed from behind him. "A wee red rabbit all tied up in a trap, whatever am I to do?"
(Why was it so dark?)
"Wakey, Wakey, little rabbit I'm talking with you."
(ohhh my head, was I out drinking sujo again? Wait why is my leg hurting so much?)
"Wake up!" Thwack.
Oisean's eyes snapped open like a pair of mousetraps. Centimetres in front of his face was a terrifying deranged smile, yellow rotting teeth bared together in a just slightly too large grin. He flinched away at the sight. The grin grew, if possible, even wider.
"There you are rabbit, all up and ready in the morning." The ghastly mouth spoke, spraying spittle and an awful smell into Oisean's face. "Now who would pay to have such a wealthy young lordling such as you back, hmm?"
The man with the awful smile stepped back to let Oisean answer.
"wwwhat, who are…"
Thwack, the terrifying smiling man backhanded Oisean across the face. Then softly dragging his fingers down the cheek.
"Oh no my foolish little rabbit, I'll ask the questions. " He gently whispered into Oisean's ear, before grabbing his hair tightly, and snapping out his words angrily, "now who are you rabbit lordling? Who would pay to get you back?"
Oisean, eyes wide with terror, quickly spluttered back in fear.
"I'm not a lordling."
The monstrous man threw back his head and laughed. It was an awful choking, gurgling, sound that made the hairs on the back of Oisean's neck stand up. Then as if a switch had been flipped the man thrust his face forward towards Oisean's hissing with anger.
"Could've fooled me. Prancing around in such an expensive red robe, wearing a Valyrian steel sword, and this." He thrust the bag of holding in front of Oisean's eyes then let it drop, "wherever you got it, no small folk would have any of these or any of those glass baubles that were in this. So, I will ask again kindly, and you will answer me truthfully. Or, I will take my knife and see about putting a smile on your face."
Oisean opened and closed his mouth soundlessly trying to think of some way out of this.
"I'm waaaaaaaiting." The smiling man softly sang, pacing backwards and forwards in front of Oisean, "I'm waaaaaaaaaaaiting."
Oisean's heart was going a mile a minute. He was sweating so hard he could barely see despite constantly blinking it out of his eyes. He could see no way to talk the terrifying man out of this. No way to escape.
"My patience has ended," the man announced, drawing a short knife of dark iron from his belt and stalking towards Oisean. Who desperately twisted around in the rope as much as he could trying to get away, to get out. The man grabbed Oisean by the shoulder bringing him close.
"Stop struggling." He crooned, "this'll all be over soon." The man brought his knife forward to Oisean's lips, gripping Oisean's face with the other hand to force his mouth open. Oisean tried to bite down on his fingers but to no avail.
"Now, let's put a smile on that f..."
"Stop Knight," a strong voice commanded