Now, I know in the last chapter I gave you all the flashy details about how things looked from the outside, but let me tell you, that was just the surface-level stuff. You’ve gotta know what it felt like on the inside, and let me tell you—phenomenal isn’t even scratching the surface.
When we all touched the artifacts, something crazy happened. The walls around us slid away like they were tired of holding secrets, revealing a massive open chamber. Suddenly, we were all next to each other, floating off the ground, caught in the middle of the most intense light show I’ve ever seen. It was like being inside a giant rave, minus the bad techno music and glow sticks. The light enveloped us, lifting us higher until we were suspended in midair, feeling like gods—or, in our case, a bunch of clueless idiots pretending to be gods. Honestly? It was amazing. I felt invincible, like I could fly, or at least leap tall buildings in a single bound (spoiler: I can’t). We all had a surge of power through us, since this book is about D&D here are all the classes that the DM/Author gave us
Me/Hero: Barbarian
Matt: Rogue
Tony: Fighter
Draco: Ranger
Sage: Druid
Anyways, once the light show was over and we floated back down like deflated balloons, we strolled out of the tower. And what do we hear? People chanting. Actual chanting, like we’d just saved the universe—which, if you’re keeping track, we definitely haven’t. The townspeople are practically throwing a parade for us, cheering and celebrating like we just won the lottery. Tony, in the middle of this whole “we’re heroes now” moment, looks down at his phone, frowns, and mutters, “Oh, right… I’m on a damn road trip,” before turning it off. Took him long enough to figure that out.
As we make our way toward the city center, we spot a tavern. Now, in hindsight, we probably should have avoided it, considering what happens next, but hey, hindsight is 20/20. The moment we step in, Draco, Matt, and Tony—the unholy trinity of bad decisions—decide they’re not paying for their drinks. You know why? Because, in their tiny, booze-addled brains, they believe they deserve free drinks for life. Tony even announces it to the whole tavern: “We should have store credit at every bar on Earth!” Mind you, we’re not on Earth, but try telling that to these three.
The bartender, bless his soul, gives them a look like, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” But no, they’re not. Things escalate quickly.
Tony, in his infinite wisdom, grabs the nearest old lady and shouts, “Nobody moves, or Granny gets it!” He tries to hoist her up like she’s a sack of potatoes, but she’s not having it. “Aw, man, this one’s too heavy,” he mutters, dropping her with a thud. “Hang on, I’ll get another!” And like a kid in a candy store, he picks up another grandma—this one apparently more manageable.
Draco, on the other hand, decides the bartender is personally responsible for this injustice. “This one’s for all the overpriced shots I’ve ever had!” he growls before shoving the guy to the floor and, without hesitation, smashes the poor man’s nuts. Yep, you read that right. The bartender lets out a high-pitched squeal that probably echoed across dimensions.
Then there’s Matt. Good ol’ Matt. Normally he’s just your average, run-of-the-mill drunk, but today? Today he’s gone full psychopath. He stumbles over to the bartender, who’s already down for the count, and—get this—stabs him with a broken bottle. “Yup, I’m a vampire now,” Matt slurs as he drinks the bartender’s blood like he’s auditioning for a very twisted horror film. You’re not hallucinating. That actually happened.
At this point, I’m seriously wondering if this is all a fever dream, but no, it’s just my life now. Naturally, we all bolt out of the tavern before the entire town rushes us with pitchforks and torches. I glance back to make sure everyone’s with us, and that’s when I see Tata—our fluffy little cat—lagging behind, his tiny legs unable to keep up with the chaos. “Crap!” I mutter, running back to scoop him up. This furball is ridiculously cute, which, let’s be honest, is the only reason I’m risking my neck for him right now. I grab him just in time before some clumsy villager almost steps on him. “Don’t worry, buddy. I’ve got your back.”
We make it to the fountain in the city square, panting like we’ve just run a marathon, only to find ourselves facing yet another problem. Of course. Because when does anything go smoothly? About six mercenaries are standing in front of us, and let me tell you, they look pissed.
“Great,” I mutter. “Can’t catch a break, can we?”
One of the mercenaries steps forward, twirling his sword like he’s trying to win a talent show. “You thought you could get away with assaulting the tavern keeper?” he sneers. “There’s a price on your heads now!”
Tony, still holding his grandma hostage, looks genuinely offended. “Hey, I didn’t even hurt her!” he says, gesturing to the poor woman, who looks more confused than scared. “Besides, I let the first one go because she was too heavy!”
“Dude, that’s not helping,” Draco hisses, stepping forward. “Listen, we don’t want any trouble.” Then, with a grin, he adds, “But if you do want trouble, we’re more than happy to oblige.”
The mercenary narrows his eyes. “Oh, we want trouble.”
At this point, Matt, who’s still wiping blood off his chin, wobbles forward and slurs, “I’ll take all six of you myself! Who wants a piece of this?” He throws his arms wide like he’s about to take on an entire army, but honestly, the guy can barely stand.
Sage, ever the voice of reason, steps between us and the mercenaries. “Look,” she says, holding her hands up. “Maybe we can resolve this without more violence. We’re… travelers. Not from here. Things just got a little out of hand. How about we all just take a deep breath and—”
She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence before one of the mercenaries lunges at her. Without thinking, she dodges, kicks him in the gut, and sends him sprawling into the fountain. “Okay, maybe not.”
The rest of the mercenaries charge at us, and chaos erupts. Draco, of course, meets the first one head-on, knocking the guy's sword aside with one hand and sucker-punching him with the other. “Is that all you got?!” Draco shouts, clearly having the time of his life. He’s always been a fan of unnecessary violence.
Tony, still juggling grandmas, drops his hostage and swings a bar stool he must have picked up during our escape. “Back off, or you’ll get a taste of this!” he yells, though it’s hard to take him seriously when he’s swinging a chair like an overenthusiastic WWE wrestler.
Matt… well, Matt’s busy wrestling with the last mercenary, still grinning like a maniac. “I am invincible!” he shouts, but the mercenary is just holding him at arm’s length, clearly unimpressed by the drunken flailing.
Meanwhile, I’m still holding Tata, who looks completely unbothered by the whole ordeal. “Well, Tata,” I mutter, “looks like it’s just another day in paradise.”
Eventually, after what feels like an eternity of chaotic brawling, the mercenaries finally retreat, clearly deciding we’re too insane to deal with. We stand there, breathless but victorious—or as victorious as a bunch of idiots can be.
Tony looks around at the carnage, scratches his head, and says, “So… anyone else thirsty?”
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Worlds Across
AdventureThis is a book about 5 friends who go on a road trip but get transferred to another dimension called Ragnillon, they have to save Ragnillon (or not care about it) and get back go earth.
