Narcian Returns
He didn't know what had happened. One minute he was fighting the Lycian Alliance, and the next minute he had gone out cold. He thought nothing could have gone wrong, but that was proven false as the Alliance was retaking the capital with ease. The last thing he remembered was the look of surprise on his enemy's face as he fell over clutching his head and passing out.
Narcian woke up with a start. He couldn't figure out where he was. He looked around and found he was in a field. Looking at himself he saw his armor was surprisingly in decent shape.
"Strange," he said, "I could've sworn my armor had taken a heavy beating in that battle. Oh well, I guess my armor was too impenetrable to be even dented." Narcian grinned at the thought. "I guess I should check out this place, though it's not much for looks."
So Narcian got up, and went to check out his surroundings. Just as he said, there was nothing much of interest to see. It was just a field of grass. A large field of grass. After hours of looking around Narcian was losing his patience. There was nothing around at all but grass.
"I can't take it anymore!" he yelled. "There is nothing to be found!"
Yelling made his throat hurt, which made him even angrier. Then he decided to gather his mind and think.
"Alright. I need to think. I have no sense of direction, there is nothing useful to be found," he checked his sheathe for his Runesword only to realize he had no Runesword and he had no sheath "and I have no weapon to protect myself with." But instead of despair, a new feeling of smugness mixed with cunning had filled him. "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to make do with the only thing I have: my wits and my intelligence. And judging on how good they are, my survival will be easy."
So Narcian did what he thought was smart and headed in the first direction he faced. After he had walked for hours, he had found a village.
"Excellent!" He said. "Perhaps I can get all the supplies I need to survive around these parts. He ran to the village, despite being worn out from all that walking. He then stopped and realized that he had no money to buy anything. So he settled for walking around the town and seeing all there was to see so he could get some idea of where he was going. He was just walking by what he guessed was a tavern when he heard the shouts of men coming from inside. He stopped to listen and heard steel making contact with steel. Two men were having a duel. Narcian ducked as he saw something fly out the window, and land behind him with a clang. He turned to see what it was and smiled.
"Oh dear, some poor whelp has lost their sword," he said in a mocking sympathetic voice. He picked up the sword and let it glint in the sunlight. "I suppose they won't need this anymore."
He then went to the armory shop and sold his armor. "A man as strong as me does not need so much unnecessary armor," he had said to the shopkeeper. Then with his money he bought a sheathe for his newly acquired sword, as well as a cloak to make up for his armor. Then he bought himself some provisions to take along as well.
"I should probably figure out where I am first before I journey any further." So Narcian went up to a passerby and said to him, "Excuse me, but I am a traveller and I don't know where I am. Can you tell me where I am and what country this is?
"The town has no name, but you are in Valm. The great Walhart rules this continent." The villager told Narcian that if he got in trouble with the law he would most likely be executed on the spot.
"Alright," Narcian replied, "so can you tell me where the harbor is?"
The villager pointed him in the direction to the harbor, so Narcian headed off in that direction, wondering what else he would find and discover.