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“Parkour my ass that hurt like hell…" Said Nathe as he got up from the slightly wet but vibrantly green grass which had some dew dripping from it. “Okay guys that was not that amazing, the plan was kinda awful, and my ass also hurts. Uhm guys, where are you? Or where in the seven hells am I?" Nathe was contemplating this while looking around. He was in a slightly forested area, maybe he was in a clearing of a forest he wasn't sure, but it wasn't the car parking lot where he was 5 minutes before.

“Uhhh is this some kind of elaborate prank?" He said while whirling around a little bit panicked.

“Am I on some kind of show that makes loads of money on others suffering in the hilarity of that situation? Cannot really concentrate while my hands are shaking while I don't even know what is real and what is not anymore. So, let's make a list on what we know right now. I am Nathaniel Derom. I live or lived? in Denmark on the western side of Odense. I am 22 years old 176,5 cm (5,8 feet) high and around 85-90 kg (187-198 pounds). It is the weekend, more precisely Friday afternoon, and I should be trying out parkour for the first time with some of my work friends so I can supposedly lose weight. I usually wear some dark blue jeans and forest green shirt with orange horse embroidered on it and my shoes are some sneakers which I should switch out as of right now on closer inspection are kinda fucked up. Hope I didn't tear up my pants on that jump." As he checked the situation while mumbling his monologue out to his own surroundings he heard a loud ding sound in his mind.

-Tutorial stage 1 completed: know who you are! -

As this sentence jumped in his face Nathe fell on his ass in fright while screaming. “What the fuck is this!" A little less than 2 minutes of panicked breathing and confused staring at the prompt a second one jumped up.

-Tutorial stage 2: explore your surroundings. -

That got Nathe's mind whirling. Is this true? Am I seeing correctly?

After rereading the message several times and dismissing it with a clumsy wave of his hand Nathe thought:

“Well, it seems that I have some kind of system “HELPING" me. Also, YAY! I didn't really survive that jump and I'm meat paste somewhere in that parking lot. That is, it for my parkour carrier. I hope my friends who took me there against my will… can work that traumatic experience out of their systems, as I know that I would have problems with that. Also, I hope the workplace won't have issues with me missing out on deadlines. Heh as if they cared how overworked their employees are. Might be that they already got a person to do their bidding the second they got to know my passing. As infuriating that thought is I could see them do it, so there is no reason to get worked up on it."

-Tutorial stage 2 will be enforced in 1:00. Counting down 59… 58…-

“Ookay that is mildly aggressive. I'M GOING, I'M GOING! Like, I need some weird prompt to tell me what I ought to do." Getting up and dusting himself off he realised that he feels a tad bit weird, but he cannot really put a finger on the exact place where. After walking to the next tree what he saw then the reality of the situation hit him. He was dead. Or dead at Earth but not dead here. He was the same except he is somewhere incredibly far from the planet he was born. When that settled in he felt like crying, screaming and also got a headache at the same time. What would happen to his friends and family? His home? How would he survive in the wilderness that he found himself in? What should he do? He was looking at some kind of alien pine which was just outrageously big in comparison what he saw in his everyday life, and he was arguing with some boxes that maybe he saw maybe he didn't, not half minute ago and his conscience too.

He tried to get rid of the tears of his eyes, but they just kept on coming. He felt hopelessly out of his comfort zone and that he wished he could be still on his canape and binge watch some kind of series that he just found existing somewhere on a streaming site that would let him do it free and hopefully not corrupt his PC with a billion plus one virus. “Heh I'm pathetic." He thought in between 2 sniffles. “At least I should try to get on with these prompts, they might be some worthwhile distractions." So Nathe did just that. He began, to really examine where he was. First thoughts that he got was that he was in some kind of forested area. But that is not nearly enough because he was getting more and more details that really didn't line up with his previous experiences, when he was in a normal forest while on a hiking trip, that he never wanted to be on. The smells were approximately correct. “Pine tree sap, some mulch, really clear air and so on, that is as expected; Check!" But that was all that lined up with his previous experiences, because he saw some kind of bird that flew away with 4 wings 2 tails and a generous brown plumage, and a surprisingly enjoyable trill that drew home the place magical visage. The trees weren't either pine as well but huge, more that 60 feet high, 20 feet diameter canopied plum trees with berries the size of small melons. Or the distance made them seem so big he didn't notice any of them on the ground. “Also, the animal sounds are unreal." As he said that he got a prompt thrown in his face, deciding that he was done dilly-dallying.

-Tutorial stage 2 is complete. Beginning stage 3: Meet the locals. -

“WHAT?! How am I supposed to meet the locals as I do not even know where I am, when I am?" Shouted Nathe, and with his exclamation he stirred up the nearby wildlife, also forgetting his plight by the sudden rage he felt. “No way am I meeting any kind of local life like this! First, no one is near me and, I do not know how to speak to anybody here, also I do not even know if the supposed locals are friendly." While saying all this the nearby foliage began to rustle. Nathe who was preoccupied with arguing with a floating box of sassy information didn't really pick up upon that and noticed it quite late. After realising that there is some kind of creature maybe hunting him, he did what any sane person would do and began to run. While running through the foliage which was beginning to be denser and even more dense, he heard the creature running after him with small pitter-patter noise. After running for less than five minutes Nathe began to realise that it was gaining on him. Looking back, he saw that some kind of purplish blur was chasing after him. He picked up the pace and sprinted with all his power, but alas he was not very fit, so his running endurance didn't really hold up against pursuer. Also looking back while running was kind of a big mistake he belatedly realised as he was not really looking in front of his legs and he met the ground face first after his feet collided with a big root.

“OOUHHH" exclaimed Nathe as his ankle sprained and his other body parts hurt from the bruises after meeting the ground in such a fast manner. Well, it seems I am meeting my end here. What a sad and ironic existence in my new life. I should've been making a nice afternoon tea for myself and watched Archer or some other kind of stupid entertainment not dying in a forest somewhere far in the universe. At least I should look at my assailant better; maybe it will end me fast and without pain. As he thought these depressing thoughts the shrubs next to him began to rustle again, and he heard some kind of chirping noise mixed with some growls. Definitely noises he never heard. After a few more stressful seconds while looking frantically around he found 2 beautiful emerald green eyes staring at him.

The owner of said eyes were no bigger than 137cm (4,5 feet) by his estimation, also that might have been a generous estimation as fear and despair clouded Nathe's thoughts, had a nice shade of purple scales which on his stomach turned into a light shade of purple almost pink. Had some kind of crocodile head on it you could find some small nubs as horns and had finlike ears. The creature really looked like it was from some stories Nathe used to read, a kobold. In fact, it was resembling it so closely he instantly began calling it little kobold in his head. In his hands the creature had a spear. Nathe couldn't really name which animal gave a tooth so huge that was almost half the length of the spear, but he decided he didn't really want to meet it. Looking lower the body disposition of the creature was lean, but the thighs on his legs were outstandingly large. They ended in some hips that women would be proud to have and show off. Behind it was a tail that was almost as long as his legs and the weight of it was really needed for the creature for balance given its bodily disposition. After looking it over Nathe's eyes wandered accidentally over the creature's crotch which gave away his gender fast. His private bits, which he just realised, that were only hidden by a leather loincloth, were freakishly huge. It was like you attached a stick of salami onto his pelvis. That is not even real it is almost half as long as its legs and his balls are showing! Said balls were sitting in a sac that was taut with them and was close in size to large tangerines. It was so out of place that Nathe didn't even realised that he was staring at the little guy's crotch in envy and a little bit of bizarre lust for more than half a minute. After noticing what he was doing he averted his gaze elsewhere but with some shade of red tinting his cheeks. But the little femboyish kobold wasn't idle either, as he slowly closed the distance on the invader of his hunting grounds. He knew the grounds were in the possession of his clan as they painstakingly went ahead and chased away the stupid goblins which were intruding in on it all the time. Thinking of battles made him flustered and eager for the next ones, but he couldn't think of these thoughts right now as there was a new enemy.

“Who are you?" Asked Kudo as he was trying to find the origins of the weird creature before him. He knew that it should be a human before, him even if a pathetic one, but the stories that the shamans told him also mentioned, some kind of shiny carapace that they had on and that they were incredibly aggressive against them, unlike this one. Maybe he is in the middle of shedding? He always hated shedding! It's so annoying and itchy at the same time! He thought with a shudder. Nathe was looking at the creature really confused as it began to chirp and growl in some kind of language which he for the life of him couldn't understand even if they beat him to death. In the next second a prompt jumped up in front of him, what he really should've expected but couldn't.

-Tutorial stage 3 completed: meet the locals! For completing the first 3 stages you get to choose your first ability. Be careful on what you choose as this will really decide in what way your playstyle will change. Your choices are: -Musk –Body –Mind -

“Musk?! What is this thing talking about? Is this some kind of joke?"

-Locking in your choice: Musk. ~ Hope you will have fun! ~ -

“But I didn't really get to choose anything at all! Man, this is stupid!"

-Tutorial stage 4: befriend the locals. -

While he was preoccupied with the annoying box of text before him Kudo got at the end of his patience and began to growl aggressively at the human.

-If you do not tell me who you are right this instant then I'll! And just like that his exclamation got stuck in his throat because Nathe's smell changed abruptly from animal that should be hunted, captured and eaten to this creature will bring you safety, and smells like home. It was so pungent and strong that he gagged a little bit and his will to fight went away with that odor. Sniffing the smell coming from the human Kudo did not know what to do at all. Seeing as the human before him was harmless and injured he thought maybe the village elder had the sufficient wisdom in this situation that befell before him, or the shamans have the wisdom to shine some light on the correct path which he should take. So, he walked up to the skittish human and began to poke him with his spear, while testing if he is truly harmless or not.

Nathe had some issues with the grumpy looking kobold, who curiously didn't wound him with his weapon, more like he was trying to urge him forward like some cattle he saw on television. As while he wanted to fight or run or just generally not be here, he was unable to do any of those with his injuries handicapping him. So begrudgingly he got up, then when placing some bodyweight on his probably broken leg he fell while screaming out in pain, making his capturer instantly alert. “AAGH! Son of a bitch, my adrenalin levels make me do some dumb stuff!" Looking around him, he noticed a broken branch that could help him out in his situation. “There we go!" Using the branch as a makeshift walking stick, he stood up again albeit a bit shakingly. “Now what?" he turned to his captor. The kobold, who stood near him the entire time, and waited for the pleasant-smelling entity to sort himself out and used his spear to point him to the correct way. After walking with him for a while they found a small trail that was cleared regularly by the usage of the locals. “This will take us to the tribe in half an hour, but seeing your leg, I should say an hour or so." Kudo chittered to Nathe. Thoroughly feared still by the situation Nathe just did as he was told although as time went on by the looks of it his captor turned less and less dangerous. He waited patiently when he fell, and even helped him up sometimes and offered some encouraging chitters that confused him. He never really pushed him or made him take up the place so he could just watch him suffer. So, the next hour or so they trudged trough the wilderness in companionable silence.

The forest after a good while gave way, to a good bit of clearing that was reinforced by wooden walls in a semi circle, as the backbone was given by a large mostly rocky mountain, which top was enshrouded by clouds. A spike row halted a sudden charging enemy before a hole that served as the gate into the kobold community. There were some guards at the walls doing the typical daily routines, but not on high alert, so they didn't see the incoming guests as of right now. The canopy for a while cowered the view that was exciting and a bit underwhelming, as it was not a lot of tents that were visible from this far maybe ten or so. The forest's pine smell gave way to smoke, which came from the fireplaces intermittent the tents and some kind of roasted meat, which gave both travellers some painful reminder in their respective stomach that they ate a good while ago and they are indeed in need of some calorie intake.

This was the part when Nathe with a shout of; “Finally!" fell on his ass getting the last bruises of his day and started moaning and getting teary eyed from the pain. He didn't dare to check on his injuries despite feeling it all the time, because it would mean acknowledging it, and in his mind that would bring him more pain than necessary.

“I'm more surprised that I was able to hobble my way here from that far… I wonder what the kobold's plan is now, because even if he told me I wouldn't be able to understand it. Also, if you have some kind of painkillers that would be more than welcome!" He said this knowing that it wouldn't be received, as they were speaking entirely different languages.

“So, you stay here, and I'll get the chief, maybe he'll know what to do with you." Chittered Kudo to his prisoner, dog, friend? He was unsure of this himself but knew that the human wouldn't be running away anytime soon, and that he was not an enemy although he whines an awful lot and talkative in his weird way more than enough even though he wouldn't be understood. After issuing his order, more to settle his mind and to get himself moving, Kudo took off fast enough to leave a small puff of dirt cloud in the other direction he went. While he was running, he spent a just tiny moments to greet everyone in his way or shoot some kind of jokes with his favourite ones, but time was of the essence here so he couldn't remain idle for long.

Getting himself to the real part of the community, which was hidden inside of the mountain, he took several convoluted turns that served the purpose of secrecy, and not that the ones digging the chief's tunnel didn't get lost in the middle of the job, which everyone knew here to be true, and didn't want to hurt that hard working 'bolds feelings. He got to his destination fairly quickly, there was a big unwieldy wooden door that was more rope than wood at this point from repairs in his way, and after that awaited his chieftain, who would help him even with his worst issues, he just knew it from heart. So, he knocked. And waited. He heard some muffled sounds from inside but that didn't really bother him after all the chief was a busy kobold, with loads of things to do, like getting the tribe ready for winter and such. After a respectable thirty seconds knocked again, to get the same result: no answer. So, he did what every patient kobold did in this tribe and began wailing at the door with full force, almost knocking the huge rope riddled monstrosity down and screamed from the top of his lungs. Now that got an answer from the chieftain.

“Can't you hear that I'm in the middle of something?!" came a furious, and way smaller kobold than Kudo from inside the room that was dug up just for him. As you can see, I'm right in the middle of some quality time with Cheku! Said kobold was on her back, in the cot that was made from the softest things that were salvaged from some interlopers, legs spread and there were fluids dripping from a very excited vent, that was in the middle of a good eating out. Those fluids were also making Simgur's the chieftain's face shiny, and a bit musky as well.

Kudo clearly couldn't care less about his chief's alone time as there were more pressing matters, that needed to be addressed immediately. “I got a human here and to be honest I don't really know if it is a human, or what to do with it. Also, he injured himself while I chased it, so escaping isn't really an option." As these left his mouth the shock got the chieftain's erection to a wet noodle and his pupils shrank, mouth open. After the few seconds of awkward silence, it was broken by two shouted “You what?!"-s from the occupants of the room, and a frantic wash and dressing later he was followed outside to the guest of honor who was already in a circle of kobolds who tried to address him several times much to his chagrin, as he was still unable to speak with them.

Simgur shooed away the excited crowd with a few well placed taps on the heads with his magic ,,stick", better said a huge walking magic cane and got to watch the clearly afraid and injured human before him. At first glance he saw that the leg it was babying might be broken (the swell on that leg was no joke and looked like a well grown tomato), so first thing was getting that in order. He knew just the solution for this. He was waving the magical wand that it usually knew which magic he wanted to use, so he murmured the command to his staff so it would use healing word, and he did his usual flourishes, so his tribe's people would believe he cast the spell and pointed the staff right at the swelling point of the injured leg.

Nathe was at this point lost all hope again that he would ever escape this situation alive, so he tried to muffle all his sniffling to small, pained whines, and let the ever-excited kobold mob just do whatever it wanted with him. His assailant left him a good while ago, and he didn't really know what he wanted him to do, as still there was a language barrier between them that he realised, the kobold usually for convenience's sake ignored, and after chirping him something he still didn't return even after 10-15 minutes. His surprise came a little bit later, as it his patience paid off, by the sound of legs pitter-pattering against gravel, and the dull thuds of heads being hit with a considerate amount of force. His saviour came in hot and pointed a cane at his injuries and after mumbling something which he with his sharp senses heard, and after some flourishes his leg began healing.

“Man, I'm truly not at home, there are healing spells here!" Nathe exclaimed surprised. His leg did heal up well and he blessed his luck that the bones that were luckily only cracked and not fully broken also not misaligned. In middle of healing, he was checking out his nameless and cute helper, who he didn't know how to thank, but was thinking about several situations, that seemed possible to him. After fantasizing he directed his full attention back at the kobold before him.

He was closer to 122 cm (4 feet) had bright scales that turned from a light orange hue to yellow towards his belly, had horns that were close to antelopes of the Earth, and were quite lengthy maybe 30,5cm (a feet) or so. He held in his hands a large wooden rod that was carved in a style of a totem pole with several motifs of nature, and at the top of it was a dragon that beheld a fabulous blue sapphire in its paws. His legs were adorned with golden cuffs, but those could be also found on his arms as well. On his fingers he noticed several golden rings, but they don't seem to hinder the movement of his hand, despite the size of some. He had a particularly well-made cape on his back that is green and yellow with some kind of motif that is not possible to see at first glance, but maybe later if he has the chance he will do so. His eyes are a bit bigger, because of the zoom of the lenses before it, he wore a cute and delicate glasses, that were a bit too clumsy on a muzzle that isn't the first owner of it.

Ending the healing spell the little bold leaned toward him with an outstretched hand and entertaining mindlessly the idea of getting pulled to his feet by a much smaller creature than him Nathe accepted. When he was yanked to his feet, he almost fell face first into Simgur's chest who caught him, dusted him off, and in a really broken common he said: “Me Simgur, who you?" the squeaky voice of his almost making the question entirely unintelligible.

“Uhh… Nathe." Came a civilised and well-spoken answer, from his confused mind. “How can you understand me?"

“I smart! I read, speak know many words! You hungry?

“Now that you mention it, I'm starving." His stomach instantly agreed with an imitation of a great whales mating cry. “I think I could eat the entire menu from the local pizza place and have some room for dessert."

“Good! Good, come I show!"

The rollercoaster of a day was an all time high for Nathe, so he didn't even ask, why the seeming leader of the tribe was leading him around and showing foodstuff almost into his gullet directly.

Meanwhile at the capital of Tremor, at the king's private quarters came an impatient knocking of a despairing archmage. “Sir Theodor! There was an unexpected error, and we need help with the next decision!" There was a loud huff behind the doors a sigh, and out came the king with all his glory, and all his tiredness of an overworked ruler. “What is it now? Didn't I tell you enough times that I don't care, what happens with them I just need the trade circulating?" After seeing his court mage wrangling his own hands and the expression of his face, he knew there was more to this that he didn't know so he ordered his vassal to speak or else. “Sir the summoning circle that we painstakingly built couldn't handle the pressure of overuse, so in the middle of a ritual it emitted a bright blue light, then fizzled out completely." While saying this the archmage sounded less and less confident in himself while telling the blunder of his king's decision to the person himself fearing repercussions, that came too swiftly. “THEN DON'T JUST STAND AT THERE AND REPAIR IT AT ONCE!" came a shouted reply. “I don't have time that you can waste with your repeated tries to get this kingdom, nay your excellent king out of revenue! Go and do something about that circle, and you won't rest till you repair it! I'll hear no buts or nothing, this is your last chance!" So, with resignation in his eyes the court mage went, and repaired his lords expensive mistake again. He didn't count them in his head, not that it was the 139th occasion.