Fantasy In Another World But In The Wrong Place: Uh Oh.

[Gravitational Force]

Earth:
One moment you were living out your normal life with no way of knowing the sudden change that was about to come. Whether you were at home, work, or wherever you would be at the time you see a truck somehow bearing down on you. As you're struck by the front bumper you feel yourself seeming to fall through space before you land in another world.

The Ass End Village in the Nowhere Territory:
"Bwahahaha!" the muscular, broud-chested Bandit Leader laughed as he and his men looked down at the villagers who they'd surrounded. "If ye don't want to be forced to walk the plank ye'd best bring out all your food, booze, money, women, and most attractive livestock! For we be the fiercest pirates to ever sail the land!"


"Uh, Sir, we're Bandits, not pirates, remember?" the Bandit's second in command said as she covered her eyes with her hand out of embarrassment. "We went over this before we got here."

She raises her voice as she turns back to the villagers.
"But yeah, give us all that stuff! Except the livestock, you can keep those."

"You hear that, Sheilah, you're safe!" an old man exclaims to his incredibly glamorous goat. "I'd never have let them take you even so!"


As the villagers are forced to comply with the demands of the bandits they mutter among themselves.
"This would never have happened if the Lord sent guards. He just sits in his mansion while we get robbed."
"Someone should do something!"
"Does cooking sherry count as booze? Because it's not food. Do you think they'll mind if I keep it?"
"Why do the Gods forsake us?"
"What do you expect, some divine intervention to come from the sky and strike down the bandits? As if that would ever happen!"

A divinely summoned magical truck falls out of the sky and intervenes to strike down the bandits. By squashing all of them except the second in command beneath it.

The five of you fall out of the back before the truck fades away, but not before four boxes are thrown out of the back with you, hitting James, Alanna, Tank, and Elyse in the backs of your heads.
Pysren enterelysium Marksman Heyitsjiwon

Rubbing the sore spots you turn to see the last remaining bandit has drawn her sword. You don't have time to open your items and any magic you might have is unknown to you at the moment, but you're about to face down your first opponent.

"How did you do that?!" The bandit demands.

So there you are. You have no idea where you are or how you got there but you're in what appears to be a fantasy-style village with a single female bandit confronting you with a sword.

 

[Heyitsjiwon]

"Ahh, god bless... my boss left early today." James muttered to himself as he walked down the side walk while checking his phone. It was 8PM, about two hours earlier than when he usually left work. James was relieved and excited to leave work that early. He could take his time to eat dinner, take a nice long shower, and get some sleep today. Unfortunately for him, he had broken the cardinal rule of street safety. Always check the road before trying to cross. Next thing he knew, James heard the sound of a truck barreling towards him. He only had just enough time to look up from his phone and see the truck coming right at him. Then... it hit him... or did it? It felt like he was falling... like that one time he went skydiving, but he couldn't feel the wind. Falling, but not in pain, he soon found himself falling on his butt and hit in the back of the head with something. "What the heck?!" James yelled out as he took a second to look around to process what was going on. He sure as hell wasn't in the city anymore. There was way too many trees, too little people who were also looking confused as hell... and was he sitting on grass? Next thing he knew, some lady was yelling at him with a sword in her hand.

"Whoa whoa, ma'am. Calm down. I don't know what just happened, but there's no need to be holding a sword... why do you have a sword?" James asked as he thought that he might be dreaming, but his sore butt and head kinda proved that theory to be wrong. James began to get up from the dirt and brush off the dirt from his suit. "Ahh man... I have to get this dry cleaned again... god... never knew I would hate chores this much." He then looked up from his clothes and really got a good look around him. It was clear as day that he wasn't in Wall Street anymore. It kinda looked like they were in some rural farm, back in the dark ages in Europe somewhere . He couldn't see any sign of modernity, but a lot of what appeared to be peasants, serfs, and a goat.

There were a few folks near him who were in modern clothes... also looking confused, but surrounding them were a rabble of people who were in well... tailored rags would be the best phrase to describe it. James was just more confused the more he looked around and muttered to himself "What the...hell... is going on? Am I even on planet Earth right now?" James was at least certain that he wasn't in New York anymore as his eyes returned to the lady with the sword. He really didn't know what to make of the situation, but this started to look a lot like someone trying to mug him or something along the lines of that.

 

[Marksman]

“Free at last”! Was all tank would mutter while he shambled across the block. Last time he checked it was around 8pm, in the busy street of New York. He didn’t like New York, it was to damn crowded. And the pigeons made him want to commit several war crimes.

But the pay was pretty good for a city job. But all tank wanted to do was go home and eat until he fell asleep. As he went through the sea of people, he began crossing the street when he heard a speeding force come straight at him.

He managed to give one last glance at the truck before he suddenly felt the sensation of falling. “What god’s green earth is happening” he screamed as he fell to the green grass.

“Dear god, how did this happen?” The realization then hit him, he was on green grass.... he definitely knew he wasn’t in New York anymore. He looked up to see a group of people dressed up as peasants and a single woman holding a sword of all things, in a rather threatening manner.

He took a quick glance to his right to see equally confused people with normal clothes. One of them attempting to calm down the lady with the sword.

“Yeah, i’ve read enough conflicts to know where this is going” he muttered as he picked up the nearest big rock. He took a deep breath, and cried out “Go rock”!! Before throwing the rock at the lady with all his might.