Waking up with a killer headache on a beach is common fare when you live near the ocean and beach parties are thrown every other day, but waking up to see not the Coastal seawall of your seaside town but instead a Jagged rock face leading usually requires a person to take a second look.
"Yup that's a rock wall, ugh, what did those dudes put in their booze."
Getting up while looking and feeling like a sack of potatoes the Sight of greenery becomes visible above the rockface once up and less groggy the greenery becomes more apparent to be tropical in nature.
"Ok, I'm pretty sure we don't have those where I live, maybe it's just part of a rich guy's estate, hope I'm not trespassing on some private beach or something."
Looking around it becomes obvious to him that there's only one real path along the beach due to a portion of said beach being blocked in rocks and shallows and once he checked he's not wearing shoes so wading though some unknown shallows barefoot is just asking for his toes to be teared up like sandpaper.
Walking along the beach trying to avoid rocks and debris he continues to observer the strange beach all the while trying to shake off the last of the grogginess, once clearer minded he also sees far in the distance what seems to be a large land mass in the distance and that he can see where the shallow water gives way to ocean.
"No way, did I get drifted off and washed up on an island." Examining the coastline in the distance He only sees a sliver of land that looks like a road going up a mountain side, "none of that coast looks like home so I was probably washed away far, but If I was out enough to be washed away far why don't I feel hungry or thirsty, wait if I was drunk enough to be knocked out why don't I feel thirsty regardless."
Walking along the beach while thinking out loud he notices that the beach reaches a point, and he turns to continue along the beach but sees a man sitting on the beach at a pot over a lit fire his clothes look nomadic in nature mostly cloth and leather distinctly the man has elf ears.
Hiding behind a tree in more shock than skill he peers at the man who seems to be more preoccupied at tending to the pot.
'Ok, that shocked me, at least I'm not alone on this island but the elf ears kind of point out to me that I'm not in Kansas anymore'.
Once he calms down and is about to step out from his hiding spot a loud and impactful cry is heard coming from the mainland, looking towards the coast far away in the distance a Pillar of black fire is seen rising in to the sky as if trying to strike against the heavens, which that spout of flame a visible wave of air force is send expanding from the location of the pillar.
Gaping in just awe at the explosion he grips at the tree and holds onto it hoping it would offer some protection from the shockwave, when it reaches where he is its just passes over him without incident causing no harm, looking around to see if there is any damage he finds nothing but his observations are halted when he feels the earth beneath him starts to rumble with energy, with his every instinct telling him to run, He starts to run towards the man but isn't fast enough as the earth ruptures within 20 meters behind him causing the earth to send both itself, him and the tree he was using for cover flying in a dark explosion as similar dark flames erupt from the ground catching both him and the tree on fire.
His flight it little enjoyed as during the trip he notices the reaction of the man which is a face of surprise unsurprisingly as the tree seems to be launched at him, all the while his own trip points him to land directly into the pot face first with a resounding Bang as face meets metal at high speed.
Having a remaining sliver of consciousness, he feels the flames upon his clothes, and he sees the man get up after being tackled by a tree after a few seconds and running to him in a hurry to him as he loses consciousness.
[Host is asleep, Entering the Elden Roulette Ring system]
