Benedict Affleck Forsworth Fitchley the Fifth!pR.BaFF/uk No.757131
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>The rumbling of an engine could be heard on the horizon of the floating islands, a plane-like machine flying from the horizon, twisting and turning as it raced through the sky. It seemed almost like a wild style of piloting, particularly with how close it was coming to the ground. It almost looked like it was made entirely out of spare parts and was cobbled together over several years. Even the symbol emblazened on several places seemed to be cut out of wood, fixed together by bands of metal scraps. All of this was made even more dangerous by how low to the ground the machine ended up flying, nearly clipping the ground with the lower set of its four wings.
Alright, don't let me down now!
>The rider pulled a simple lever with a very sharp tug and-
>Nothing happened. The lever didn't even budge.
Oh COME ON, not now! You always bleedin' break at the worst times, can you see how low we are right now!?
>The machine remained unresponsive to its Rider's jibes, at least verbally. It did, however, appear to make a strange threatening rumble as the engine started to bellow black smoke.
Come on! You've survived the blizzards of the North, you can sure as hell survive a floating island!
Just…. gotta… pull… this damned thing!
>Finally, after great exertion, the lever slid backward with a loud *click*, and suddenly the wings of the plane folded inwards, the tail fins retracting and, finally, revealing two large, heavy-duty wheels as the plane transformed into an off-road type motorbike, landing neatly on the surface and roaring forward, albeit still made of the barely held together second hand materials.
WOO, I knew you could do it!
>As the bike approached an appropriate parking spot close to the sign-up booth, the red-haired rider caused it to slip into a slide, hitting the brakes hard and grinding across the dirt as it neatly came to a sideways stop, the rider leaping from the saddle and doing a flip through the air before landing nimbly on his feet, brandishing a set of dual-energy blades, pointing them at… well, nothing really. Probably the sky or something.
BEHOLD! The true explorer has arrived!
I, Benedict Afflect Forsworth Fitchley the Fifth, accept the challenge of this dungeon and shall lay claim to the treasure at it's heart, for where adventure is to be found, that is where I shall be!