Artirian then dropped on the ground. His body was aching. But he was still be able to hear birds from his surroundings.
He then slowly pushes himself up and then looks up as he dusts himself because of the dirt that was on him. "Ugh dammit where am I? I am sure this is not Lectacoriam"
Artirian looked at the trees that are surrounding him. He then checks his waist to see if his Bokken sword was still hooked and luckily his Bokken sword was still hooked. He then walked a few steps and tried to observe the surroundings.
"This looks normal as it seems, like one of the southern forests I guess. The dirt is dry and the flora here is quite elegant. It seems untouched. If this is a forest I don't think I am in the Empire territories".
After a moment Artirian sense someone is walking towards his location so he quickly climbed up to the tree that was beside him.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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