I own nothing.

Chapter 1: the fantasy becomes my reality

hey you know Warhammer fantasy. And how it's this massive world full of magic chaos and bunch of other crazy shit.

Yeah well guess what? I'm now in it. And I have no idea how I got here.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

(earlier)

(middle of the forest)

First pov

Cold that's the first thing I awake to.

I snap my eyes open and look around me and see nothing but forest for as far as the eye could see.

I stand up and feel a large set of weight on my body and I see that im wear full plate mideval armor.

What the fuck? Where the fuck?!

"Where the FUCK AM I!" I yell out and hear the echo for miles

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Yeah….

First reaction not the greatest in the world

To start off how this happened from all I know is that one minute I'm playing Warhammer vermintide playing as a soldier looking for a match. Next thing I know I see the crazy ass symbol of the twin comet.

Saying "you are needed" and then I blackout the fuck out.

Next thing I know, I'm in the forest out in the mountains somewhere. I was in Washington dc before all of this and now I'm in the middle of a forest out in the mountains wearing armor that's covering my blue jeans and black leather jacket with def leppoard t-shirt and my black converse.

An wearing what that looks like the armor that Kruber wore in the game with his blucher helm and all this with no goddamn idea how I got here in the first place.

Secondly I know I'm in the Warhammer universe because after a few hours of wandering around the forest blindly (not a smart idea I know) I came across what looks like a dirt road that has a caravan on it. And no not an rv I mean an honest to god group of people dressed like their from medieval Europe with a bunch of trade goods.

Oh that's not the kicker, the real kicker is the fact that thiers a short bearded man that looks exactly how you would picture a dwarf from fantasy games would look like.

To make it even better when he talks every now and then he's using words that I recognize from the game.

So to sum up what's happened right now,1 I'm now currently trapped in the Warhammer fantasy universe, 2 I have no idea how I got here, 3 I have no idea on how to get back home, and finally 4 who ever or whatever brought me here left something as well.

As for what that thing is well it turns out to be a trunk. That can both grow and shrink in order to fit what seems to be an infinite number of items for all I know. I first found the thing when I woke back up as it was literally laying on my chest that fell to the ground when I got up, as this little card that said "think big" on it.

When I did it immediately started to expand into a full trunk that I had to drop to the ground. I was of coursed freaked out, but was curious enough to opened it and when I did I found all the items from my character in the game and then some. There was also some kind of wording on the top that said "think small" I have a pretty good idea what that meant so when I put my had on the trunk and did that it shrunk back down to the playing card that I found it as.

So as it currently stands I have a magical trunk that can shrink down to the size of a playing card that can apparently hold infinite number of items. This is both good and bad because since I have it I can store any junk that I may come across for later. it's also bad because if a witch Hunter or an inquisitor or whatever the Empire uses to control and maintain magic sees it they're going to kill me.

I say this because in the Warhammer fantasy magic is extremely distrusted by most people who don't study the art. And they have the right to, because from everything I've seen about this world shows me that magic here is dangerous and extremely volatile to the ump degree. I mean for god sakes they literally have concentrated magic shards called warp stone that practically melts people's hands and faces off just by touching it.

So in response to this the people of this world became extremely paranoid to anything magic related not to the degree as 40k mind you, but still pretty bad. What's worse is I'm afraid of what will happen if someone knows I'm from an alternate world. Depending how they take it I could end up in some serious hot water. This world may not be like its 40k counterpart but it's just as close as to how horrible it can get if someone discovers that you are not only different but one of a kind.

I'm talking about the fact that some people will probably strap me to an operating table and cut me open like a lab rat. An that's if their being kind, there are a few worse ways to go in this universe so I'm going to try to avoid that fate if at all possible.

on the brightside I was able to talk to the caravan and convince them I'm not a bandit just some lost adventurer. With that being said they've agreed to guide me back to the nearest settlement that's less than a day away. While we traveled together I began making small talk with some of the people and found out that they have some basic infrastructure in all their towns. So good news at least they got internal plumbing thank God.

Or should I say thank Sigmar? I have to be really careful from here on out, because I can't just give out my name, my real name what I mean. Because when it comes to magic names are powerful and if somebody uses your name you're probably going to end up a voodoo doll.

Also, I'm kind of thankful that the armor I'm wearing looks pretty plain. What I mean by this is that the armor has no real decals or colors that could id me as a member of any army or anything. May have to paint it later wonder what color scheme I should use. Should I use yellow and red? Nah to flashy and make me a bigger target. Thoughts for later, oh well at least it can't get any wor-

"BBBAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" wait what the hel-

"BEEAST MENNN!" Yelled one of the traders.

"well f###"I curse as I silently damn murphy and his law