Unyielding crude iron armor11/16/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() With a swift and forceful thrust, he lunged at the nearest goblin, aiming to impale it upon the lethal tip of his warpike. Khargrim's boots thundered against the ground as he closed the distance, his iron-clad form radiating an indomitable aura. Now close enough to see them clearly, Khargrim saw that the spears held by the goblins were actually javelins as the monster he shot threw his at the dwarf in response, even as the others were still in the process of noticing his sudden arrival. The grasslands quivered with anticipation as the standoff between the goblins and the indomitable dwarf unfolded. With a pained shriek, the injured creature spun around, its eyes widening in pain and surprise.įrom the crest of a nearby hill, a heavily armored dwarf descended towards the group of goblins, hurling himself down the slope, his features obscured by his strange, heavy armor. Armed with spears, they lunged at the lone humanoid perched on top, who valiantly fought back with a horse crop, desperate to protect himself, and possibly his livelihood.Īmidst the chaos, a sudden clanging echoed through the air and a crossbow bolt found its mark silently, striking a goblin in the shoulder blade. On the snaking road through the vast grasslands, the group of goblins swarmed around a wagon, their raucous shouts filling the air with their strange language. And do say hello to the talking squirrels for me, won't you?" "Off you go, then! Make a name for yourself in those new lands, my young adventurer. The god, still lost in his own cosmic reverie, bid Kyle farewell with a distracted wave of a hand. In a crescendo of brilliance, the character creation screen absorbed Kyle's essence as he made his final selection, imprinting his choices onto the very fabric of his rebirth. Time seemed to be infinite and pass in the blink of an eye as he spent an unknown amount of time making his choices. Resolving himself to do the only thing he could do, he focused on the screen before him in the limbo between realms and began making choices. He yearned to craft a character who would not only survive but thrive in this unyielding realm.Īs the god's chaotic mutterings filled the interstitial void, Kyle tried to speak but as a disembodied spirit, he had no voice. The distant echoes of arcane incantations, the verdant hues of ancient forests, and the metallic tang of battle hung in the air, all waiting to be experienced in their fullest glory. Kyle's mind swirled with the richness of imagination, envisioning the worlds he might soon traverse. "Choose wisely, my friend, for this new vessel shall encapsulate your dreams, your hopes, your triumphs." Race, Attributes, abilities, appearance, equipment." he muttered, casting a fleeting glance at Kyle before shifting his attention back to a the screen. The god, now lost in thought, absently scratched his bearded chin. It was too much to process for his mind until it finally settled into a simple blue screen that had a single button in the middle stating, 'Start Avatar Selection'. The sights and sounds of untamed realms called out to him, beckoning him to forge a new path in this uncharted domain. It pulsed with vibrant hues, each pixel capturing the essence of unexplored landscapes and thrilling encounters. In the liminal space that bridged realms, Kyle found himself transfixed by an ethereal manifestation-a mesmerizing screen flickering with infinitesimal fragments of possibility. Just a small favor, considering my.ahem, busy schedule." "But fret not, my wayward friend, for I shall grant you a boon, a new world for your weary soul to traverse. ![]() With an apologetic shrug and a crooked smile, the god-like being continued, his gaze momentarily lost in the vastness of a cosmic void. The being's ramblings cascaded over Kyle like a disorganized symphony, each word an errant note threatening to drown out the crucial information. That spirit is becoming a real problem these days!" "It seems that that blasted Truck-Kun has been, uh, devouring those tether thingies, you know? Can't send you back, terribly sorry. "Oh, dear me," he mumbled, fumbling through ethereal pockets, searching for something. With an air of absentmindedness that hinted at ancient wisdom, the entity's wrinkled brow furrowed in a cloud of confusion. His reality shattered in an instant, crushed beneath the wheels of a truck possessed by a mischievous and otherworldly spirit-the infamous Truck-Kun.Īs Kyle's life flickered between existence and oblivion, a being materialized before him, shimmering with a hazy luminescence. In the cacophony of a bustling metropolis, where the symphony of urban life intertwined with the screeching of car tires and the distant hum of conversations, an unassuming figure named Kyle stood at the epicenter of a calamitous event. ![]()
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