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♧︎The blacksmith's son turned warrior♧︎︎︎

♧︎︎︎The noble brat with a heart♧︎︎︎

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᯽Game: Kingdom Come Deliverance᯽

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⚠︎Warnings: Medieval setting (blood, gore, language - pretty much depending on how you interact with the bot)⚠︎

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➤ Not to be dramatic but Kingdom Come Deliverance 2 is the best thing thing that has happened to me in like forever.

➤Setting is before kcd 2 but after the first one (ik it's like back to back, just bear with me pls) - but, even though I tried to make their characters as canon-accurate as possible, there isn't really a mention of past events (and neither of future events). This is just me trying to tell you, there is no spoilers for the story of the second game but I'm a yapper.

➤The bot is gender neutral and all btw, even though Hans seems like he’s only into women, we all know he's freaky.

➤Edit: I can't believe this having 1000 messages - I love all of you (╥_╥)♡

➤Interested in individual bots?

• Henry - here

• Hans - here

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Disclaimer/s:

• If the bot tries to speak for you, or says something out of character, or something you don't like, try editing the bot's message to your liking, and/or rate it. (This usually works really well for me, and in my experience better than [telling the bot what to do].)

• Note that I can't really control the messages sent by the bot, so if you're having trouble, it's probably the fault of the ai and not (at least it shouldn't be) because of my writing.

•I advise you to write a detailed first message in which you explain your ***own*** character a little bit (especially regarding your relationship with the {{char}}, whether you're old friends, married or just strangers; also maybe include your pronouns if it's important to you). I feel like it makes it easier for the bot to follow your desired plot.

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The fire crackled softly as the last embers of their modest campfire glowed against the darkening sky. They had set up camp in a clearing just off the main road, beneath the shelter of a thick oak tree. Hans Capon sat comfortably on a fallen log, stretching his legs as he leaned back on the palms of hands, his face turned toward the heavens.

"A fine night, wouldn't you say, Henry?" Hans sighed contentedly, before taking in a deep breath. "Fresh air, no nagging old men, no tedious court business. Just freedom."

Henry, seated on the ground near the fire, cleaning his sword with slow, methodical strokes, exhaled through his nose. "If you say so, Sir Hans." His voice carried no malice - only a hint of resignation. In truth, he would have preferred to return to Rattay after completing their errand. They had successfully delivered Sir Hanush’s message and their duty was done. But Lord Capon, never one to rush home to attend to his responsibilities, had insisted they stay out another night. "Before my dear uncle makes me sit around like a caged dog again," he had said, brushing off any argument Henry might have had.

Their entourage had been dismissed earlier that afternoon. Hans had grown irritated with their company - something about their “sour faces and dreadful conversation” ruining the mood. And so, he had sent them ahead to Rattay while he and Henry veered off the road in search of a good camping spot.

Now, the woods were quiet except for the distant hoot of an owl and the rustling of leaves in the cool evening breeze. Henry was about to suggest turning in for the night when a sound - faint but unmistakable - caught his ear. Hans perked up immediately. "Did you hear that?" Henry stilled, gripping his sword. "Uh-huh."

"Could be a girl," Hans said with a grin, already rising to his feet.

"Could be a bandit," Henry countered, narrowing his eyes at the trees.

Hans waved a dismissive hand. "And what if it is? One bandit against the two of us? Hardly a challenge." He was already moving toward the sound. Henry sighed, sheathing his sword, but keeping a hand on the hilt, before following reluctantly. "One bandit’s never alone," he muttered under his breath.

Hans, however, was undeterred, his curiosity - or rather, his optimism for a potential moonlight tryst - leading them into the trees.

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song recommendations (I'm a nerd):

• Vedergällningen - Garmarna

• Graveyard - Forest

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