Chatterbox: KYNGDOM™ RP Board

I shoulder my pack. A thin river stretches across the wide expanse of desert I'm standing on. I'm on the outskirts of Kyngdom, in the foregein lands. I was a loner before I decided to try to immigrate to Kyngdom. I sit down and start riffling through the contents of my plain leather pack. "Twenty-five types of weapons . . . check. Records . . . check. Clothes . . . check. Necesseties . . . check. Cypher . . . check. And quill . . . check," I mutter to myself. I finally take a deep breath and splash through the river. I am in Kyngdom.

As soon as I step in, the ground explodes. I step back and fall into the river. The dust settles down and I tentively place a foot on Kyngdom territory. Nothing happens. I take another step and realize that you can spot the land mines if you look carefully. I focus and I make a mile. I start to relax a little. An hour later, I realize that there aren't anymore land mines. I raise my head and drink in mys surroundings. Instead of barren desert, I'm in a lush valley with green hills. I plod on.