Fate Weaver's convergence

C2

I reassessed my surroundings, having taken stock in the changes that took hold. Lowering my face to the water, I drank deeply once more. Having no way to carry water, it was no guarantee I wouldn't suffer dehydration.

Just one more drink, enough to avoid stomach cramps.

Cool water flowed through my lips, taking in what I could before breathing once more. Satisfied with what I could take in, I stood and returned to dry land, my clothes now sopping wet.

At Least it's not cold enough for hypothermia...

Looking back over the clearing, it was worn in such a way it seemed like a recently abandoned roundabout. Rutts made from some form of wheel torn into the soil in an uneven pattern. They looked like wagon tracks if I could point to an earthly equivalent.

What's this?

Two objects were thrown to the ground near the woodline, relatively clean to have been there for anything longer than a day. I approached, hesitant at first as I actively scanned for any other presence. The object's shape became clear as I came closer. A long rod-like object, and what appeared to be a leather bag.

Jesus h Christ! The size of this thing!

The rodlike object was easily recognizable as a sword as I got closer. At a quick glance, the blade alone must have been sixty or so inches in length. The grip only added to its size at nearly twenty four inches itself. The Claymore dwarfed me by over a foot as I picked it up, its tip jutting into the ground. With its discovery, a strange urge to hold the weapon close overpowered me, as if it was likened to my dearest belonging.

And this?

I glanced past the Highland Claymore within my hands to see a well-worn satchel. Placing the oversized weapon gently on the ground, I kneeled to search through the bag's contents. Rifling through the assortment of items, I took inventory of what was present. A loose variety of dried meat, akin to the scraps at the bottom of a bag of beef jerky. It was enough to fill my palm, which would atleast give me the energy to move for now.

It's not worth much, but I should down it now just so I'm sure of the energy I can use.

I scarfed down the loose assortment of meat scrap, rolling them around in my mouth as I continued to search. It was peppered heavily, matching my prior taste at least to this point.

A simple comfort for now, at least.

I looked over the next item within.

Hmm?

A book in an unfamiliar language was present, a series of runes and symbols on its surface reminiscent of the old Scandinavian language and Latin. It was alarming, as a slow fog rolled through my mind before it was strangely legible. The name was intrinsically understood.

Kiyomi.

Almost in time with my thoughts, a series of electronic noises flooded my ears. All the while, a strange yellowish-orange, yet translucent display obscured my vision partially.

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Name: Kiyomi Jormanr

Age: 8

Race: High Demon, unattributed

Sex: Female

Class: n/a

Level: 16

HP: 920/1000

MP: 150/1000

Constitution: 7