The Huntaereth Period: Maycol,19th day,800 cycles

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He looked. Different. His black hair, was now red but still kinky, eyes a glimmering grey, cheeks marked with white tattoos, runic in nature. His dark skin was now an almost dark gray colour with shimmering black tattoos running down his forearms. He looked weird. In his mind it was-

"Unsettling," he whispered as he sat down.

He looked like a human. He was a human. Just different. His face was familiar, it was all familiar it was just. Too much. The change too sudden. The meaning of these markings was so abysmal to him. They made nothing clearer.

[The system has given you, a specific upgrade. You are the first test soul we have brought from another plain, to a start up world. Your death was, tragic in the least. So we gave you a chance at life. Excluding some of your more, emotional memories. So in our apology for that here you go.

He was startled by the message, but he read it carefully.

"Status," he called out.

| Health Points : 50/ 50

| Magic Storage : 5/5

| Strength : 8

| Vitality : 15

| Dexterity : 8

| Speed : 11

| Skills :

[Minor Terrain Traversal]

[Rock Steady]

Roan Wilkinson *Special Skills*

[Remember Past Life]

[Overview of Different Customs]

[System Guidance]

Last two skills listed are, [Temporary]

It was a welcoming change to the monotonous nature of the blue screen. This change though brought, prolific things. He pressed the [Overview of Different Customs]. The system though was not one to be so kind without conditions. A searing pain shot throughout Roans body. It burned throughout his mind as he fell on his knees, groaning and salivating.

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Alfie rushed over to him as he lost consciousness, "Are you alr-"

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Graceful rays of sunshine peaked through the tent Roan rested. His eyes shot open. A hand reached down and pushed him into the bed.

"Stay, still." A feminine voice growled at him.

He looked her. She had a wild but beautiful look. Her a hair a bountiful wheat colour, reaching her back. Her eyes filled with lizard like emeralds and her face filled with elongated features. Her ears seemed non existent but what seemed to be there were holes. He activated [ System Guidance].

Dragon-kin Best to use "[Overview...Customs]" to greet.

He did just that.

"Losham shines bright today, Doctor." Roan greeted.

She squinted at him.

"You pronounced Losham (Losh-ame) incorrectly, warrior, but it is appreciated at best." She replied.

"Do you know where Alf- I mean Sir Alfie is?" He asked.

A loud blaring of what sounded like a fire siren raged through the tent. The doctor rushed out and so did Roan. A drape of green gas seem to come out of a gap in the earth. What seemed to leak out of it was, graphic. Piles of flesh strapped together by poisonous bonds, a multitude of faces and hands pale and filled with scars. Their nails oozing potent venom. They screamed with gratuity at their incoming death as they rushed to the camp.

"Hey!Big guy!" One of the dwarves shouted while tossing a shield to Roan, "Make yourself useful!" He ran off with a grimace on his face, shining scepter in hand.

Roan ran behind the little man an asked, "What do you want me to do‽" He asked frantically.

The small man groaned as he said, "Sheild me from the sludge I guess."

"Alright." Roan replied.

The man stood at the edge of the camp of tents. He and Roan made a small team out of hundreds of others. They all stood silently as the rolling figures of gluttony came towards them. Searching for the value of their lives.

Roans knees felt like buckling. His belt was still on at least. He took a deep breath as he sighed. The figures were a few yards away but coming quickly they were. No one said a word, but Roan felt scared, this was just too tense.

"Warrior, will you take the front post?" The Dwarf asked while securing a vambrace on himself.

"I guess I will." Roan replied. He didn't know why he was doing this.

Maybe dieing would release him from this dream like state, maybe this was all fake, maybe this new world was all just a weirdly vivid dream. He just had to know, he had to know.

He took a deep breath as he walked infront of the magician and knelt, sheild bracing against the grounded. All he had to do was brace for the impact right? Yeah. Yeah right?

The world seemed to slow down as he took a good look at his buddy. Seemed to be made out of steel and was adorned with pewter. It looked like a kite sheild from that one DND playthrough he did. How did he know that. He didn't know but you know. He looked at it a last time as he squeezed the grips. The rumbling of these abominations grew closer and closer.

"Brace!" Was what echoed throughout this formation, if you could even call it a formation. Large gaps filled with little men with scepters and the larger groups were filled with warriors that looked ready to rush in. Roan was, surprised.

Graceful and guttural chants sounded through the air and walls of seemingly tangible light rose up form out of thin air. Walls of bright yellow, they were somewhat translucent. Where the warriors stood were holes that seemed like a funnel for the monsters. He was right. There formation was a funnel and this wasn't earth. This wasn't something he was familiar with. The laws of physics may apply here somewhat but when magic exists, physics seem to flop out the window.

"Cool." He whispered shortly. It indeed was a cool sight.

There was a wall but then Roan realised that, why would they need him if they already had a sheild. Well, nothing comes without a cost and magic was one hell of a sucker.