Dark_Scholars

“Have you ever wished that a truck would hit you and you would transmigrate into a world filled with swords and magic? Perhaps you wished that you would be a hero, defeating the villains, protecting the land, and receiving all sorts of admiration and love from the people. I would give you one piece of advice. Perish that thought.” -Ravi West

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Ravi West was a hero of indisputable esteem. As a Sentinel, he traveled the Realms, killing villains and saving entire civilizations. His job was everything to him. Until Luxor. 

Luxor changed everything. Luxor changed him. Ravi was done. The tiredness etched into his bones. He laid down his mantle and vanished.

He chose the most boring planet in his memory for his retirement, except this Earth was not like the one he remembered-  Nests, monsters, superheroes, and villains filled the streets but that was not his business. He has a plan, a quiet, uncaring life filled with wine, food, and books.

But the New Captain at the Bureau seemed to enjoy shattering all his carefully laid plans. He was the most annoying person Ravi had ever met, blonde hair, the most beautiful blue eyes, and a sunny smile, the righteous Arlen Sinclair constantly got involved in cases much bigger than him, dragging Ravi along into his Shenanigans.


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Grumpy, Cynic Shou who doesn't care if the world burns× Golden Retriever, Righteous Gong who is the first to bring the bucket to save the burning world.

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I Am Tired Of Being A Hero

"By heavens. Lyrius. Thy word shock mine ears! Thou art the spy, who did our secrets steal? And thou, fair Lirien, didst thou know of this? Art thou complicit in this treachery!" The man's voice was loud and echoed around the theater. He was wearing a royal red robe with gold trim, a white shirt, and black pants.

The woman he was addressing was beautiful, with brown hair flowing like water tresses, she wore a light blue gown with flowery petals embroidered on the gown. She gasped dramatically and her gaze shifted from the elderly man and the young man in servant clothing. "No, my dear father, I didst not know, O swear! Lyrius deeds do shock me, as much as they do thee!"

The young man in servant clothes laughed slowly, "Aye my dear kinds, I didst confess indeed! But there is more, a truth that doth exceed."

The play