After an awkward moment where Magnus looked around trying to find the previous body owner’s belongings, he came back to the priest and the middle-aged man pointed at him to a dark corner where a rucksack was stashed.
He picked it up and exited the church, he would examine the contents later but for now, he needed to find lodging.
A flash of memory from an inn with a unicorn sign came and he killed the invasive thought the moment it appeared.
He wondered for a few moments if he should head that way or find some different place to stay.
The last thing he wanted was more memories jumping into his mind. But at the same time… he needed to get off the streets. The looks he was getting from the population were, weird. Especially from the women.
He decided to ignore the stares and headed where his intuition guided him.
He passed street vendors hawking their wares, little stands selling everything along the way of the main street. Behind them, buildings with all sorts of businesses were located in every other building.
From tailors to blacksmiths, bakers, you name it.
After a few awkward minutes of walking through the main street of the town he was in he finally saw the smiling unicorn head, instead of a horn it had a corn cub on its forehead. If he had to guess this was the sign he remembered.
He dug into the side pouches of this rucksack and pulled out a key with a number on it.
13.
Is Lucky 13 a thing here too? He wondered as he entered the establishment.
He approached the bartender, another unremarkable man in his late 30s stood as he wiped a cloth along a mug.
As If that was not cliche enough. The patrons inside the dining hall all quieted down as soon as he entered, conversations stood and some people eyed him with hate. Others with hunger.
He decided to ignore both groups and wandered in front of the bartender.
He showed him the key and the number on the key.
“Awakening ceremony.” was the only thing he said. He got a raised eyebrow in return followed by a nod.
“Dinner will be served in 2 hours, right after sundown.” the bartender paused for a moment and finished with “I assume you will be staying in your room?” Magnus shrugged. The bartender sighed. “If you are, I will send my daughter Lydia with your food.”
With that Magnus went up the stairs to the second… of was it the first floor? He did not care how they counted the floors... He found the 13th door and opened it.
After entering he checked the room thoroughly, then once he was sure he was alone he placed the deadlock on the door, locking it in place.
Magnus sat down on the bed and placed the rucksack in front of him.
Then after a few moments of keeping his eyes closed and taking deep breaths with his diaphragm, he finally psyched himself to be calm enough.
He used the bed as a makeshift table as he unpacked his rucksack.
The first thing he found was a leather pouch with 10 regular yellow gold coins, 5 of what appeared to be red gold. And finally some 12 silver squares and around 20 copper rectangular pieces of change.
A few cotton shirts that after getting his Giant’s Constituion were too small for him. Fine linen Pants that would now barely cover his calves if he managed to squeeze into them at all, a face and head scarf. A hooded cloak complimenting it all. Wool Socks that were a few sizes too big but now were perfect, and undergarments that while barely fitting now, he could do without needing to change them.
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
He wondered about his shoes, but a memory of the boots being enchanted with “fit all sizes” came and went with the same swiftness.
Finally, there was the gear, all of it was too small for his current frame. A padded gambeson with Hardened Leather on top. Shin and forearm guards, leather gloves that were thin and soft to the touch and probably did not protect from anything beyond simple scratches.
And finally the main weapon. A friking Rapier.
Fuck!
He placed it all on top of the bed in order, he checked the rest of the gear. A firestarter kit, a knight dagger, a hatchet, probably a camping tool, and finally 50 feet of rope. That and the sleeping gear: one tent, sleeping bag, and matt all of them were too small for him now.
He did not wander and actively tried to ignore the invading memories about the previous body, the one he had before he got the legacy awakening, and the subsequent improvement to his physique after gaining Giants Constitution. So he guessed based on the gear and the size of the clothes.
The previous guy must have been barely over 5 feet tall. Nothing compared to his current 6’3, he was thin and had the barest of fat and muscle. He killed another memory that gave him a vague idea of who the person used to be.
The 8th child of some minor noble. But he was not him anymore. The 8th child ran away from home. For some reason. And now Magnus was in his body.
He was his own thing, he was not Lucious. He cursed in his mind the moment he mentally mentioned the name of the Guy. Memories flashed and he ignored them promptly.
“Damned it all” he rubbed his temples.
He needed new clothes and gear. The armor was too small, and it was barely adequate.
If he had to guess there must have been some fantasy shenanigans going on. Otherwise, it did not explain the Leather aspect of the armor. That was not hystorically a thing, like at all.
Yes, covering metal armor in boiled leather was a thing, but not just leather as protection.
He sighed. Yet also there were no trolls or dragons in medieval times to get sturdy leather from ( or at least he hoped there were not)
He decided to go back out and get some new gear before the day was over. If the sun set in two hours he could guess that stores would close by then, so he had to rush a bit.
He donned the face mask, wrapped the headscarf over his head, and finally placed the hooded cape over his shoulders.
Tying the hatchet to his belt cord and placing the Knight Dagger on the other side he finally felt prepared.
He slung the rucksack on one shoulder after repacking the stuff and headed downstairs after looking at the door behind him.
Magnus made it into the main room and kept his head low as he exited the inn. Barely even getting a few glances from the patrons drinking inside.
Ha made it to a tailor. Recognizing and guessing it was one from the front sign that had a picture of a sewing needle and ball of yarn.
A bell chimed as he entered and a bored-looking woman straightened up as she plastered a business smile on her face.
“Welcome to Madam Sues’ and Daughters Tailoring Parlor. I am Sue the second. how can I help you?” Said the woman with a rehearsed catchphrase.
“I need some clothes, hopefully, you do barter I assume?” He asked
“Yes, we do trade in all sorts of ways. Now please, show me what you have to trade” If this was a cartoon he would probably see the dollar signs on her pupils.
“These,” he said as he picked up the three pairs of shirts and pants, placing them on the counter. “Don't fit me anymore, I need something my size.”
She eyed him for a moment, probably trying to guess his size then she pointed him to the side “Unfortunately anything that would fit your frame is on your right side” she said as he waved her hand. “Any adjustments needed will be discussed in the overall price after you select the clothes that you need.”
He grunted in acknowledgment and headed to the right as he saw her pick up the shirt and pants to examine them.
He picked up two coarse linen shirts and finally two wollen ones to get on top of it, it was coarse but not itchy to the touch. So it would make do. Finally, he eye-guessed a few pants that would fit him, it was coarser linen than the ones he had but he needed to downgrade to not get ripped off during the barter.
A pair of each landed him with a change of clothes and a spare.
He walked back and saw the face that the woman was making. She looked at him skeptically but did not comment.
“Six for six,” he said as he placed them side to side with his older clothes.
The tailor pondered and rubbed her chin. Before answering.
“I can give you two Electrum for the difference in quality,” she said. He controlled his face. Not to raise an eyebrow.
“Three,” he said back. She seemed thoughtful for a moment before sighing and muttering something about her mother under her breath.
“All right, Three Electrum.” she finally relented as she dragged the clothes under the counter.
“Is there a changing room I can use?” he asked and the woman looked at him as if he was crazy.
“A what?” she asked, probably not familiar with the concept.
“A room where I can change into my new clothes”
“Oh, well you could use the Tailoring section in the back, there is none there at the moment,” she said with a smile.
“Ok,” He answered. She again looked at him funny before shaking her head with a thin smile.
“I'll be right back,” he said and she nodded back.
He went in and took his face mask and scarf off, before quickly slipping outside of the shirt that he got at the church, probably. For all knew he could have spawned with it.
The thought brought a chuckle out of him.
After a quick change into his shirt, the woolen one on top, and finally a new set of pants he felt ready, he placed the face mask on top and finally the hooded cape back on.
With his new frame, the cape only came as a half cape, but he doubted that he had the skill to be able to walk with a full-on cape. His meager larping experience told him that full capes got stepped on and stuck a lot, and he wanted to avoid that.
As he walked back into the room he found the Tailor with a red face and an awkward look on her face.
He stood there looking at her, waiting for his money. She was nervous and fidgeted around, her forehead started to sweat.
“The three electrum?” he half asked asked, half demanded.
“Ohh yes, your money,” she said, like a deer caught in some headlights she scrambled to get the change.
He pocketed the three red gold coins into his coin pouch and then bid the tailor fare well.
The Tailor squeaked some answer he did not care about before he headed out to get some other of his gear changed.
Damned it all, this whole thing felt like a chore.