Tundra's Adventures Day 4Day 4 Tundra opened his eyes, looking out the window he noticed it was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the air was warm, and the village was tearing itself apart. As Tundra walked outside he could see people fighting everywhere, building burning and children crying. He playing skipped over to the library, luckily no one appeared to have touched it, perfect. The library was a pretty big library, full of books to read; he walked over to what seemed to be the restricted area. There was a huge metal door; there was a guard in front of it. "Stanger, you can't enter here", said the boy who didn't look older than 25, all the other guards must be outside. "I think I can" said Tundra calmly as he walked up to the door. The boy tried to block him, "Sir..." said the boy before Tundra knocked him over the head unconscious. Grabbing the key off his belt, Tundra opened the door to the room. Surprisingly the room was actually a lot smaller than to be believed
Tundra's Adventures Day 3Day 3 Tundra awoke the next day; it was a sunny day in the hilly terrain, the peaks of mountains in the distance. Hopping out of the tree Tundra landed next to the dead troll. Taking out his cutlass, Tundra spent half an hour cutting off the tough troll skin into two wrist sized strips. The work was tough, the damn skin was nearly impossible to cut through. Cutting off the strips, Tundra pocketed them for later; he then burnt his insignia on the tree next to the corpse and the nearby tree. With that Tundra pulled at a ration and continued his journey, to the town of Funf as it was written on the map. From what history Tundra had gathered about this region of the continent he discovered as a loremaster was the town was an odd subject. Though at peace with its neighbors, it often quelled with itself, divided so to speak. And that's what Tundra loved, it could be used for the spreading of chaos, and he already started scheming a plan.
Tundra's Adventures Day 2 Pt.2Part 2 of Day 2:"What in the name of the bloody DM is going on shouted Tundra at the top of his lungs as he got out of the small town." His magic it wasn't working, he couldn't teleport to Anlow, but why?!?! Turning around he blasted the ground next to him in flames, so some of his magic still worked....but not teleporting. He quickly ran back to town, walking up to a random merchant. "I need a map of this region please" said Tundra to the man. The man looked him over then said, "80 copper". Tundra didn't have time for this, so he gave him the gold and examined it eagerly, he noticed a landmark he once passed near his old home town. It seemed he was on the southern-western part of the "recent" Red Dragon Empire Continent. This was not good, not good at all, he needed to get to Satoria and from there a ship to Anlow, but he'd half to go through the continent that he just plunged into utter chaos. He began to walk on the road that would eventually lead him to the next
Tundra's Adventures: J. 1 a. 2Tundra's JournalDay 1I woke up in an empty plain, the fog of morning was just starting to dissperse. I slowly stood up, expecting the worst from Dark Alen and Dark Lia. But nothing happened....nothing....at all...I thought surely those to abominations or at least the DM was planning something.....but then it struck me. It hadent acoured to me until now, I didnt have that feeling like something was always watching me. Where the bloody hell is the DM i shouted, flinching at the thought of my minions hitting me over the head.....My minions, where could they possibly be right now, are they ok? Well instead of standing there like so human in his thoughts I began walking.To Be Continued...Tundra's Journal Day 2(2nd person) Tundra had been walking for several hours over the barren plains. In the distance he could see the tips of mountains, but they were blocked mostly by hills. "Oh screw this, why the heck am I walking like some peasent?", with that Tundra summoned