[A/N]: This story draws a lot from the game known as Dungeons and Dragons, more specifaclly the fifth edtion, here follow some terms that will be used in this chapter:
DM: Dungeon Master, also known as the one who runs the game.
PC: Player Character, the character one of the players/player controls, the game is centred around a group of these individuals.
d<number>: A dice with sides equal to the number after the d.
Session: The amount of time people play the game for at a time, this varies per group.
That will be the terms used, after this chapter you can forget them again as they will have no further importance to the story. That will be most of the notes this chapter, see you next chapter.
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The night was cold, I could feel the wind touching my skin giving me slight goosebumps, however, it did not compare to the feeling I was feeling, I just finished a session which left me feeling content as I was going home. The night had fallen long ago as we were having fun, now I was heading back home as I started wondering what it would be like to live as a PC, hunting monsters, gaining fame and power.
As I was walking back home a message was getting pushed forwards on my phone, I decided it could wait, I soon came to regret this. This message forbade my fate and if I had not been so ignorant I perhaps could have avoided it, but I did not and that cannot be changed anymore. After a fifteen minute walk back home, I got out my keys, opened my front door and this is what this message was about, my house was broken into and the burglar was still here, going through my belongings for any valuables.
A state of panic, that is all that came over me as I took out my phone and started calling the emergency number I felt something sink into my stomach, it was cold at first, it hurt but I couldn't call out for help. Something warm started dripping onto my hand I was not holding my phone with, looking down I could see the blood spilling out of the wound, onto my clothing and hand. It wasn't cold anymore, it still hurt though. I could only manage to mutter a few words as I started losing physical strength, "Why, what have I done to wrong you." as I exchanged a look with my soon to be murderer, the knife now left my torso and the blood started gushing out as the knife no longer blocked the gap in my stomach. 'I managed to die in an accident,' I thought to myself, 'At least it is better then dying from asphyxiation.
Those were not my final thoughts however, I loved Dungeons and Dragons, it was a source of escapism for me as I was not confident in reality. My final thoughts could be seen as pathetic, 'What would my PCs have done in this situation? Could they have avoided death as where I could not? If I only were just as capable as Ilshu, maybe my life would have gone differently.' It was certainly laughable, excuses perhaps, not being able to do anything as I died. At least my death would be mourned by my friends, or so I hoped. With those final thoughts my senses began to numb from bloodloss, the burlag's footsteps were loud and annoying at first, but now they were comforting as they disappeared into the distance. My eyesight began to give out quickly, the non-vital organs would be shut down before any vital organs, or at least, so I think. The pain began to fade as well, I had come to peace with dying, I could not avoid it anymore, so I could at least embrace it.
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There's this saying in Dark Fantasy that goes as the following: "Death is merely the beginning of a story", or something along those lines, it seems this saying is correct after all. I opened my eyes to find myself in a room I did not instantly recognise, only upon looking around a second time I realised where I was. 'Where am I.' This question arose in me, I was sure I died, I got stabbed, bled and died so is this the afterlife? I looked down, moving my hands towards my shirt and lifted it a bit, revealing where I had been stabbed in what was for me, the past, yet there was not a single wound or scar there. If I have no scar or wound, this could not possibly be the afterlife. 'Then, who am I,' this question was quickly answered. I looked into the single mirror in the room as my head started to spin, my vision blurred for a bit as yet another question came to mind. 'Why is the furniture this large, did I get relocated into a giant-kin's home?', when my vision came back I could finally look into the mirror. It was not the room that had grown, it was I that had shrunk, but the appearance in the mirror was one I was more familiar with then my old appearance.
I had become Ilshu, a character I had created. "If this is a dream please do not ever let this end." I finally spoke, it had been minutes ever since I entered the body of my character but I did not question it, or to be more specific, I could not.
I stood in front of this mirror for a minute, trying to process what had just happened to me. When I finally snapped out of the state of confusion I was in I felt something warm roll down my cheek, my eyes started blurring. 'Why am I crying, I should be happy. I finally have a chance to be important in the world like I had played these characters for in the first place.' However, this thought too was short lived as my mind now filled with memories and thoughts that were not my own, becoming dizzy once more I decided to lay down on the bed in my new room. This rush of information was killing me, trying to sort it all out I too tired and fell asleep.
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[A/N]: That will be the prologue to the story, next chapter there will be more information, more characters, physical descriptions and statuses.
In case anyone wants to know the word count: 1077
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Ascension of an Assassin
Fantasy"Where am I, no the question should be, who am I?", looking at my surroundings everything seemed large, as if I had been moved to a house designed for giant-kin, until I took one look at myself in the mirror. It weren't my surroundings that had grow...
