Chapter 1 - Arrival

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As Tiberius slowly regains consciousness his eyes snap open, and a surge of unease floods his mind. Years of habit allow him to take a quick survey of his surroundings. He finds himself in the back of a creaky wooden cart, surrounded by crates and supplies. The rhythmic sound of hooves against the dirt road fills the air, jostling him back to full awareness.

A chance peek at the landscape outside the cart reveals rolling green hills, quaint farms, and the unmistakable surroundings of Northshire Valley. He blinks, rubbing his eyes, before looking around again.

"Nope, definitely still there…" The young man mutters to himself.

The urgency and unfamiliarity of his situation bring for a surge of energy and motivation, and Tiberius sits up, ignoring the lingering ache in his head. He scans his surroundings again, this time noticing the presence of two individuals guiding the cart—a rugged-looking human farmer with weathered features and a young, wide-eyed human boy who occasionally steals curious glances in Tiberius' direction. Said young boy notices that Tiberius seems to be awake, and nudges his companion's side.

The older of the two at the front of the cart turns to look at Tiberius over his shoulder, the man's face weathered with age and a lifetime in the sun.

"Ah, you're finally awake," the farmer says with a gruff voice. "Took quite a knock to the head, didn't ya? Name's Thomas, and this here is my son, Timothy. We found you unconscious on the outskirts of the valley."

Tiberius puzzles over the information for a short moment, "Which Valley?" He finally questions, honest curiosity coloring his voice and trying his damnedest to not let his unease of the situation seep into his voice.

The farmer looks a little puzzled at his question, "Well, er, Northshire Valley lad." Thomas says as he gestures around them vaguely.

Tiberius nods slowly, processing the influx of information that this brings forth in his mind. Knowing that the name given is a singularly unique location in the Warcraft universe has him taking another long look around him at his surroundings. Tiberius can't help but feel a sense of urgency and curiosity. He realizes that something extraordinary seems to have occurred, and he might have been transported to the very world he had spent years immersing himself in through games and stories.

Collecting himself, Tiberius clears his throat to try and shake off the awkwardness that permeates the air surrounding their conversation.

Tiberius gives another slow nod of acknowledgment, his mind racing with possibilities as he struggles to formulate words, "Thank you, Thomas, and Timothy. I... I'm Tiberius. I have many questions, but I can say that I was not in Northshire Valley when I went to sleep…" He trails off contemplatively.

Thomas and Timothy exchange glances, their expressions morphing into a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Well, uh, where were you then?" the weathered farmer questions curiously.

Huh, good question. Where was I exactly? Tiberius questions as he scratches his chin at the question. He notices with surprise that his beard is completely missing, and his face is smooth… youthful.

Slowly, oh so slowly, Tiberius brings his arms and hands up so that he can get a good look at himself. My arms haven't looked like this since I was fresh out of highschool. He muses to himself, his mind racing and his hearth thundering in his chest at the implications of his seemingly restored youth. He blinks, remembering the farmer who was still looking at him with a kind but puzzled expression on his face. "I was at home.. In Dallas…" The words leave his lips as more of a whisper, but the farmer picks it up fine.

"Well, I can't say I'm familiar with that name. But if you go looking, you might find some answers in the nearby town of Goldshire. It's a bustling place, full of adventurers and folk from all walks of life." The old man suggests, a hint of wariness creeping into his previously kind and curious tone.

Tiberius's gaze turns calculating as he realizes the faux pas he had just unintentionally committed. Sheltered country dwellers in these regions would be distrustful of anyone or anything they didn't immediately recognize. He inclines his head at the man, smiling at him apologetically.

"I genuinely appreciate you keeping me safe while I was out, Thomas." He stands up in the back of the wagon, offering the man his hand.

The man eyes him studiously for a long moment before nodding and smiling in return. "Ah don't mention it now lad, just be safe on your way." The man's grip was strong as he grasped Tiberius' own. It reminded him of trying to shake his father's hand before he hit his teenage years.

Tiberius nods at the man again and then he stands up in the cart, steadying himself against its movements. He takes a few steps before hopping down from the back of the moving cart. He stumbles slightly, unused to this body he hadn't had the privilege of having in many decades.

He takes in his surroundings with a critical eye, his many many years of exposure to the Warcraft universe allowing him to easily recognize his surroundings. The sheer scale of everything surrounding him was a bit hard to grapple with, however, as the games and books could only capture so much.

Tiberius's heart races with anticipation as he takes a few minutes to stretch and familiarize himself with his restored body. Goldshire—such a familiar name, one he had encountered countless times in his gaming sessions. If he truly is in Azeroth, then this is his chance to immerse himself in the world he has cherished for years.

As he gazes out at the rolling hills, perfectly idyllic trees, and farmlands, he can't help but feel a surge of excitement. This is his chance to experience the Warcraft universe firsthand, to navigate its trials and adventures as a player-turned-participant.

Leaving behind the cart and the kind strangers who rescued him, Tiberius sets his sights on Goldshire, ready to embark on a journey that will merge his love for the world of Warcraft with his newfound presence within it.

After bidding farewell to Thomas and Timothy, Tiberius sets off on foot towards Goldshire, his heart filled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. The journey through the rolling landscape of Northshire Valley is a feast for his senses, the familiar sights and sounds of the Warcraft universe enveloping him. Towering ancient trees sway in the breeze, their leaves whispering secrets of forgotten lore. The songs of birds and the distant howl of wolves echo through the forest, adding an ethereal melody to his footsteps.

With every step, Tiberius feels a deep connection to this world that he once only experienced through a screen or in the pages of books. The scent of fresh earth and wildflowers fills the air, mingling with the subtle hints of magic that permeate the surroundings. It is a stark reminder that he has indeed been transported to Azeroth, a realm of untold wonders and formidable challenges.

It takes several hours more of walking through the peaceful landscape before he reaches something new. Tiberius approaches the towering wall that separates Northshire Valley from Elwynn Forest, his excitement and anticipation reach a crescendo and he lets out a low whistle of appreciation. The sheer magnitude of the structure is awe-inspiring, stretching far beyond what he had imagined from his previous virtual experiences.

The massive gates, adorned with intricate carvings depicting ancient tales of heroism, stand tall before him. They are a testament to the craftsmanship and grandeur of the human kingdom. Tiberius can't help but feel a surge of reverence for the history and power that lies within these walls.

As he steps closer, he notices the guards stationed at the gates, their armor gleaming in the sunlight. They stand vigilant, their watchful eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. Tiberius approaches them with a mix of trepidation and excitement, knowing that this is his first true interaction with the denizens of Azeroth.

The guards cast curious glances at Tiberius, one of them, a seasoned warrior with a weathered face, steps forward and raises an eyebrow inquisitively. The man's armor was only slightly more intricate than his compatriots. Looks like he's probably a ranking officer at this station. Tiberius muses to himself and the man approaches.

"State your business, traveler," the guard's voice carries an air of authority, yet a hint of curiosity lingers within.

Tiberius takes a deep breath, steadying his nerves before speaking. "Just passing through on my way back to Goldshire. A bit too much ale last night, ended up in the back of a farmer's wagon headed to the Abbey."

The guard's gaze lingers on Tiberius for a moment, as if assessing his intentions. He then nods, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Very well, lad. Welcome to Elwynn Forest. Best be getting on with it, we're closing the gates soon." With a gesture, the guard signals for the gates to open.

Tiberius nods in thanks to the guard and steps through the gate into the dimming evening light. Beyond the gate lies a vast expanse of rolling green hills and massive, ancient trees. The land was dotted with farms, villages, and the occasional shimmering lake. As Tiberius takes his first steps into the legendary forest, he can't help the massive shit eating grin that spreads across his youthful face. He probably looked a bit crazy, but it didn't really matter. Not to him.

I'm really here. I could have never imagined this. Not even a lucid dream could compare to what I now witness with my own two eyes. He stands there for several long moments, the reality of his situation sinking into his mind.

Eventually he resumes his trek, wondering how long it will take him to get to Goldshire. The trek on foot in the game was a few short minutes… but it had taken him several hours to get from the Abbey to the gate. The forest unfolds before him, its towering trees creating a canopy that filters the fading sunlight and casts a gentle, dappled glow on the forest floor. Tiberius follows a well-trodden path, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger or intrigue. The air is crisp, carrying with it the earthy scent of moss and foliage.

As he walks, Tiberius encounters the denizens of Elwynn Forest. Squirrels scamper along the branches, chattering with excitement, while deer gracefully graze in the meadows. A chorus of birds fills the air with melodic tunes, their vibrant plumage adding splashes of color to the green landscape. Tiberius can't help but feel a sense of wonder and connection to this virtual world that has become his reality.

It isn't long after darkness fully claims the section of the forest he is walking in that Tiberius hears a rustling sound off the path ahead of him. He slows his pace, his hand coming compulsively to the belt knife he had carried with him for the last five decades. He looks down in shock as his hand wraps around the familiar handle, but he has very little time to process his knife joining him on the journey before a small wolf leaps out at him with teeth bared.

Swiftly he steps to the side, years of training forcing his body to react as he rips the blade free of its sheath. He brings the blade up to chest height with his armed hand pulled back slightly ready to strike. The wolf snarls as it lunges again and tiberius leverages his right foot with all his might, his heel connecting solidly with the pup's chest. The wolf's momentum reverses with the blow, and it yelps. Probably going to be walking with a limp for a while… Tiberius muses to himself despite the adrenaline coursing in his veins. He follows after the downed wolf, his blade flashing as he buries it deep in the animal's side. He gives a vicious twist, not wanting to leave anything up to chance as the wolf dies in his hands.

He stares at the wolf for a long few moments before yanking his blade free and resuming his journey. As he treks through Elwynn Forest Tiberius faces off against several more aggressive wolves that prowl the outskirts of the forest, their menacing growls echoing through the trees. Dispatches them meticulously each time they attack. He leans heavily on his lifetime of survival skills and hard earned combative ability through many, many years of military service.

As the sun sets on the first day of his journey, Tiberius finds a suitable spot to rest for the night. He sets up a simple camp, his worn belt knife proving useful in gathering firewood and preparing a meager meal. The wolf he cooked up was tough, but it would sustain him. He had eaten worse, surely. Under the starlit sky, he reflects on the surreal nature of his situation, realizing that he has truly become a part of this world. He laughs heartily to himself as he rests his aching limbs. Not even a day in Azeroth and my hands are already coated in blood. Nothing like a good old grind fest to herald in a new adventure.

Slowly, ever so slowly, his mind calms and he falls into an uneasy rest after his long first day in the World of Azeroth.

Tiberius rouses quickly as the first rays of sunlight break through the trees overhead. The denizens of the forest serenading him with their natural song. He groans as he stretches, his sore muscles protesting under the sudden strain. Good lord above I haven't felt this type of soreness sense Basic Training. He struggles to his feet, stretching for a long few minutes to limber up in the morning air. He snuffs out the barely burning embers of the previous night's campfire and resumes his journey, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. As the morning progresses he is mercifully left alone by the natural predators that roam the land. It isn't until the morning sun has risen high in the sky that the forest gradually gives way to open meadows as he approaches the outskirts of Goldshire. The sound of laughter and bustling activity grows louder with each step, signaling his imminent arrival.

Entering Goldshire, Tiberius's heart swells with excitement as he is greeted by the lively ambiance of the town. The smell of freshly baked bread mingles with the cheerful chatter of locals and the clinking of tankards in the local inn. Tiberius takes a moment to soak it all in. The trek from Northshire Valley to Goldshire may have been relatively short, but as Tiberius immerses himself in the local culture of Goldshire and the surrounding Elwynn Forest, he can't help but whisper a thank you to whoever had gifted him this second life.

Author's note:

Hey everyone, it's been a very long time since I have posted anything on FF, but I'm back with a story that has been burning a hole in my mind for several years. This is only the starting chapter that lays the foundations for a grand adventure.

I have 39 chapters of this or greater length that I am working through editing, and more planned out. That says nothing of the timeline I have constructed revolving around Tiberius' adventure in the vast space that is Azeroth. My goal is to post several times a week. I hope you all enjoy the story as it progresses.

Name: Tiberius

Race: Human

Age: 18 (reincarnated from a 77-year-old veteran)

Class: Warrior

Alignment: Neutral Good

Skills:

- Weapon Proficiency: Tiberius is familiar with martial combat, it having been a hobby of his in his past life.

- Combat Tactics: He possesses a deep understanding of battle strategies and can adapt to different combat situations.

- Martial Arts: Tiberius is skilled in unarmed combat techniques, utilizing punches, kicks, and grappling maneuvers.

- Survival Skills: Having grown up in the country and later living through a career as a military man he is proficient in wilderness survival, tracking, and hunting.

- Lore Knowledge: Tiberius' secret hobby as a purveyor of high fantasy of all sorts ensures that he has accumulated a vast knowledge of Warcraft lore, including history, mythology, and important figures that he carries with him from his past life.

- Leadership: Though not his preferred position, he possesses natural leadership qualities and can inspire and guide others in battle.

- Tactical Awareness: Tiberius has honed his senses and can detect threats and opportunities in his surroundings.

Equipment:

- Belt Knife: A medium-sized knife, suitable for close-quarters combat and utility purposes. He has carried this knife with him for over 50 years, having been a gift from his father. It seems to have made it with him to the fantastical land of Azeroth.

- Low-Quality Leather Armor: Gone are his modern clothes. All have been replaced by a set of basic leather armor providing minimal protection but allowing for better mobility.

Background:

Tiberius, a retired veteran, found himself unexpectedly reincarnated into Azeroth at the age of 18. Having lived a full life prior to his reincarnation, he brings with him a wealth of experience and knowledge from his years of exposure to the Warcraft lore. Equipped with his trusty belt knife and wearing a worn set of leather armor, he embarks on a new adventure in this unfamiliar world, using his combat prowess, survival skills, and deep understanding of the lore to navigate the challenges that lie ahead.