Chapitre 2: A Character Screen?
As Luke read out his own name aloud, the light changed and morphed into what appeared to be some kind of character screen. Luke jumped back a little in shock at the sudden change, not expecting it to happen at all.
Race: Human (Dragon Blooded-Noble)
Body Name: Dharen
Affiliation: None
In-Born Trait: Tactician
Magic Affinity: None
Character Description: The last member of a small army, of a minor kingdom. The kingdom in question was one of the many break away states, when their empire, the Imperium collapsed. You have no home, having failed in this fight. Your family died a long time ago, leaving you with nothing. You are alone.
Looking at the screen and the description, some things slowly began to make sense to Luke, including that of where he was, and seeing the section on magical affinity, it truly hammered home that he was in a different world to Earth. However, many things did confuse him still, the information next to his race, the in-born affinity and of all else. What did it mean about the body's name!
The confusion slowly began to overwhelm the shock he had been feeling of this being a new world, the new information reeling into his mind as he slowly tried to work heads and tails out of it. Though in the end, he simply gave up. There was too little to go off, for him to actually work anything out.
Looking out of the woodland he was in, the sun was slowly starting to set. This worried him even more, as if he was out here at night, who knew what would happen to him! Let alone the need for food and water or even a bed to sleep in!
Slowly, Luke made a plan in his head, firstly as much as he hated he would have to go around the edge of the battlefield, to one see if he could acquire any kind of weapon and then carry on until he had found the campsite of which the side it seemed that he had been fighting for. It would be abandoned, probably looted by now to by the opposing side but still, if he had any kind of luck left he would be able to find some food and water.
Steeling himself, with a couple of deep breaths, he slowly crept out of the woodland, always looking around to make sure that no one would be able to sneak up onto him. The last thing that he wanted now was to end up in some kind of fight.
Though, it did seem as if God had finally heard his silent prayers, as not one soul could be seen on the battlefield this night as he crept around. By luck, he had managed firstly to come across a dagger, in its sheath. It took some time to take the straps off of the dead body, and put it onto himself, but still he was able to do so.
Following his instincts from here, he crept around the edge of the battlefield in an anti-clockwise way. Edging around, slowly while covering his nose partially to avoid the horrid stench that was drifting off of the bodies.
As he slowly managed to cross over a small hill, he finally saw what it appeared to be that he was looking for. The campsite, observing it for a few minutes, he could see no lights or any other form of life. In fact the entire place seemed eerily quiet as if something bad was coming.
Looking at the campsite, from the distance one last time Luke then began to slowly move forwards, staying low to the ground. Glancing back, he managed to see the last rays of the sun as it set over the horizon, making the already silent world that much more creepy. BUt none of this mattered to him however, not at this point.
Reaching one of the entrances to the camp that he had seen from afar, he peaked around, trying to catch any signs of movement but there were none. The place is completely still.
Aside from that the campsite was as he had expected it to be, the other side in the fight had clearly already been here before, with boxes chucked all over. Many of the tents themselves have been knocked over and canvassing the floor. The place looked like a dumb, not that this deterred Luke in any way at this point.
He moved into the campsite, looking over each of the collapsed tents, as well as all of the boxes. Taking anything that he thought he would be needing. After what seemed like roughly an hour to him, he had finally finished covering the entire campsite.
Looking at what he had collected, he smiled softly to himself. Thinking this would be enough at least. There was, firstly a backpack, with a bed roll attached to itself, as well as a space to keep his dagger attached to it as well, for which he had in the end managed to acquire another dagger for that. Aside from that he had found a waterskin, containing water for him of which he had drunk a bit then filled up, with some others that he had found. In terms of food, it was less good, only being able to find some fairly stale bread as well as what looked like some kind of biscuit. The food, he had eaten some of with his water. Keeping the rest for a later time.
All of this he was able to collect, now though he was unsure what it was that he should do, or where he should go. There was no real goal that he had.
Sitting down and looking over the ruined campsite from within a tent that was mostly standing he sighed a little, as tears once more ran down his face. The harsh feelings and thoughts that he had buried soon raised themselves out of the depths of his heart.
Then, the mind numbing pain shot through his body once more.
All he could think though, as he shivered, was about what was happening now. What could that voice want? Then it spoke.
"What do you seek?"
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone