As he rolls around in his bed, dreaming about an epic journey, he wakes. He thought he heard something. Nothing. No one. Then he realizes, he was in the place he was just dreaming about. He thinks to himself, "Oh, must be dreaming still. That's kinda weird... I remember just waking up..." He falls back asleep. A few hours later he wakes again. This time he felt drips of water hit his face, although he is still in the same place, his dreamland.
But now lets talk about 'him' or more commonly known as Vladimir or Vlad (he's Russian). Vlad is a cool dude, until you piss him off. If you make that miserable choice, consider yourself dead. He has plenty of weapons (including; three katanas, a Scottish clay-more, ten full sets of throwing knives, two recurve bows, a eighty pound draw compound bow... I think you get the idea...) Vladimir was always strong, powerful and skilled. When he was eleven he threw a kitchen knife into an intruders arm, took his gun, and shot the intruder point blank in the head. His parents found out only when they heard a gunshot and rushed downstairs. Only to find their son with a SKS, unloaded, and with the safety on. They glanced over and found a man with a knife in his arm, and a bullet in his head on their kitchen floor. That was a hell of a time explaining to the police that their son had disarmed and killed the man the police hadn't been able to catch for three years.
Vlad was definitely not dreaming this place. He was there, legitimately there. He had been craving adventure all his life and he would finally get it here.
