After emptying his stomach in the river, Adam sat back.
“What the Hell was all that? It isn’t real. It isn’t real. It isn’t real…” Gently rocking himself, he repeated his mantra and slowly came to. His eyes darted around the unfamiliar trees. “Deep breaths,” he muttered.
In, out, in, out…
Am I dead then after all? Is this a dream? Looking at his bandaged arm, Adam shook his head. Seems real enough.
Deep breath.
“Okay… whatever this is, it feels real.”
Deep breath.
“And it’s dangerous…”
Adam felt like crying, like curling into a ball or burying his head underground. Most of all, though, he felt cold.
“Okay… one step at a time.”
He began fishing things out of the backpack. The campers were really into their roleplaying it seemed. Items clattered and piled on the ground. Scanning over the pile, he couldn’t help but imagine his friends complaining online.
Loot, loot, loot, loot…, he thought, a familiar glint in his eye.
Adam picked out a glass bottle and held it up to the sun. Right … a health potion…
By now his throat was screaming at him for any kind of fluid, so… why not? It was probably juice or something, and it beat river water. He pulled the cork and smelled: yep, fruity.
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Down the hatch!
Setting down the now empty bottle, he continued to sift through. Next up was a pair of soft leather boots. Holding them in his hands, he took a deep breath. In and out. Ahh … jousting, turkey-drumsticks, and leather, he thought, better times…, and pulled them on.
Enjoying the plush, velvety feel on his tender feet, a sparkly stole his attention. The wild-eyed youth looked down; a purple gem winked at him from the pile. Oohh, a magic crystal, he thought snarkily, And yet…
He picked up the magic stone, and a wall of words flashed into being.
Adam’s hand shot back as if touching a hot stove and fell over. The message was gone. He fell back and rolled away from the offending gem. Like a cornered animal, he was on all fours, poised and ready to act. His wild-eyes stared, unblinking, No.
No, no, no, no, no. You gotta be kidding me. What does it mean? What? No. I’m crazy. Yes… ha.
“Ha!”
He had to check again. Slowly, reaching out, much like his name-shake reaching God, he touched the gem again.
Name: Adam Bolthaus
Race: Human
Level: 1
Class: None
Subclass: None
Strength: 8
Dexterity: 11
Vitality: 12
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 8
Charisma: 10
Points to Distribute: 0
Skills: None
Traits: The Old Blood *locked
“Umm,” he swallowed hard, “So much for being in Kansas…”