Awaking in a clearing in a forest is so cliche, but it doesn't change what is real. The sun was directly overhead. I could hear the sound of a stream flowing nearby. This was doubly strange for me as I am the shut-in type, loving to sit and play games all day and night. There is no use just lying on the ground outside.
Pushing my self up, my body felt odd. Like my body's proportions were all wrong. I sat up. Bring my hands in front of me, these were not my hands. Thin, rough, and six gem encrusted rings adorn them. Then I realized that my upper k9 teeth were hanging out of my mouth.
“This is wrong,” I mumbled. To my astonishment, “My voice sounded different but familiar.”
I scrambled over to the stream. I gazed upon my flickering reflection in the clear waters. While not my face, it was a face I knew well for it was the face of my avatar in the MMORPG Emberheart. Sharp features, long pointed ears, fair complexion, raven black hair, blood colored eyes, and fangs of a vampire. I was the half-vampire, half-elf named Victor Sterling. I instinctively reached up and touched my pointed ears. “It is probably best to take that name as my own.”
In the game I had capped out in sixteen classes at level 100 and about two-thirds the way through five more. This was considered impossible in game but I had managed it. At five class maxed, one would be considered one of the top players. I had accidentally became the best player in the game, and was friends with 6 of the top 20. The player in the rank 2 slot only had seven maxed classes. I had been investigated twice for cheating, but the admins found all I did was legitimate. The classes I wield are Smith, Scribe, Mage, Wizard, War Smith, Enchanter, War Enchanter, Psion, Engineer, Combat Engineer, Transmuter, Arcanist, Necromancer, Spellsword, Alchemist and Lord at level 100, plus Blood Enchanter at 53, Demonbinder at 79, Golem Commander at 86, Arcane Sniper at 44, and Master Smith at 62. I was a solo player that the big guilds respected as a threat. I became famous as the single player guild. While I can play the front line, my preference was the back line using summons and constructs to play bait and tank.
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“I wonder if other things from the game came to this world like me.” I mused aloud. Refocusing my self, “First thing first, can I using all my skills, spells, and items from the game in this world?”
I looked down at my hand, one of the rings was a Ring of False Face. I touched the gem on it and looked back at the stream. Gone were the fangs and crimson eyes, I looked like a grey eyed elf. I could still feel the fangs in my mouth. The face looking back was subtly different from my avatar's face.
“Well items work,” voicing my thoughts.
Standing up, I looked towards a log lying nearby. At my will it rose into the air. I smiled and I dropped it it fell with a thud. I extended my hand as words filled my head I selected the one I wished for, Fireball. A small orb appeared in my hand glowing orange. The orb then flew in the direction of the log which was soon engulfed in a large fiery blast about 30 feet wide. "That was a good test," my mind snapped to the next issue, "Wait, where is all the items in my inventory?"
That is when a list popped into my mind of all the items in my possession. I selected my two heavily enchanted scimitars,
That was enough. I need to find civilization. I remember from somewhere that if you follow a river you are likely to find a town or city. So with staff in hand, I walked down stream of that creek that I awoke next to. It took about an hour, but I came to a large river. On the other side was a road, actual it was a dirt two track. I jumped over the three hundred foot wide river using my psionic powers to propel me across. I turned towards the west and following the track.