In his mind Sam started to understand what is happening as a voice spat out sentence after sentence as words appeared before his eyes.
[SYSTEM CHECK] TRANSMISSION SUCCESSFUL
WORLD NAME: Haven
WORLD LEVEL: 4
[PLAYER INFO]
NAME: Samuel Hastk
HEALTH: 3/10 (+1/day) (pain suppressed)
LEVEL: 1 (0/15)
TITLE: Barronet
SKILLS: Horse riding (3) swordsmanship (2) literacy (4) navigation (1)
MAGIC ITEMS: Ring of small carrying
Noting all this down he realized that he wasn't back on earth anymore, not even close. Wherever they are he is no longer him but atleast his name is still Sam... sorta. He had to figure out what he is going to do, what if the people that found him were the ones who tried to kill him? 'I don't have time to think of that I need to find a weapon, it says swordsmanship is level 2 maybe that's enough to over power one of them, the woman maybe?' As he thought this he slowly opened his eyes to see that same woman standing over him
'Oh she's kinda cute. A full face with red cheeks, full lips, shining eyes and pointed... ears? Oh shit is she an elf?'
The elf bent over with a confused look on her face, not understanding why her young lord had such a bemused look on his face "my lord are you feeling well? Has the healing spell eased your pain?"
Looking down at his chest he no longer saw the bloody scenes from before but clean white bandages in its place "uh yes? Where are we? And who are you?"
Looking at the 6 individuals around him all in full plate armor looking almost like knights it was kind of like a feeling you'd get going to one of those medieval festivals only the armor these guys wore didn't look as flimsy as the cheap knock offs he's seen before
The female elf looked at him as is he asked the dumbest question in the world "were your personal guard my lord, who else would we be? How did you make it out into the woods from your tent and who attacked you?" Looking at the youth in front of her the elf was surprised to see him walk back to their camp with such deep wounds, she had never thought of the young lord to have such strength or will.
As these thoughts came to her mind she noticed the young man i front of her wince and shield his head as if he was under attack 'so much for the strength and will, maybe it was just shock that kept him goin, atleast he walked in the right direction.' But she couldn't understand how he escaped without them noticing
"My lord are you alright?"
As the elf looked at him as. If looking at the biggest looser I'm the world he felt a terrible pressure in his head as he started to see memories and thoughts as if someone was trying to invade his mind.