I believe the only correct expression when floating in space without a spacesuit and not suffocating is “Yeeeeeehaaaaw”. Sadly the floating didn't last long and after floating came the long way down. Well, make a wish, cause I'm a shooting star today! Ok, my personal wish is 'Safe landing'. On the way down I was able to look a bit at the continents and they looked rather familiar, looks like they simply took earth, moved Africa further into the Atlantic so Tunisia was across the straight of Gibraltar and crooked Central-America so that Cape Horn pretty much points to Australia. Seeing that, I figured I was somewhere above the Atlantic and coming in hot, against the planets rotation, playing meteor. Then, after hitting some clouds, I was more or less on course to hit somewhere in what would be Russia, far to the north so yay for Siberia. I can't wait to witness the 'In Mother Russia, mobs grind you.'-Memes. Oh, well, after closely missing a rather large pine tree, don't ask me what kind, I was now safely on Mundus, not that I wouldn't have laughed my ass of if I managed to hit a tree on the way down. Or better, a dragon and getting the kill-exp credited to me. But no, no cheats for me.
Ok, first rule of survival, inventory your supplies. Not that I have much, some sturdy clothes, a water-skin, some jerky, some berries, a large dagger or short sword, a tinderbox with flint and steel, three small stones with runes on them and two similar looking stones without them. Now, Identify! Analyse! Inspect!
Damn, that's not a lot. There gotta be a way to drastically increase the damage or if I'd try to commit suicide I'd have to slash my wrists about 25 times.
A low growl rips me from my happy thoughts on suicide, barely 5 minutes into the game. Whirling around, I'm confronted with my first enemy, a young but to me gigantic looking, wolf and suddenly time freezes.
Oh, I have no combat-stance, no combat-skills and a short sword, against a wolf. Bob, Old Friend, I'm on my way. But not without a fight!
Just like before with Inspect, I focused on the wolf and the thought “Observe!”
Yay, the growl got louder, I challenged it, I think I'm challenged, that beastie got more health than me and is probably a lot better at fighting. Ah, well, you know that feeling when you think you hit rock bottom and then you manage a breakthrough? No crying about spilled milk or pissed off wolves. I moved into a combat stance, ready to dodge and use the dagger if possible.
The wolf jumped at me and suddenly the time stopped again.
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Time went on and I used my left arm as a decoy, spinning counter-clockwise, letting the wolf pass me on my left side. I still got hit in the side by it's shoulder but it didn't hurt that much. My spin-assisted slash hit it in the hind-flank, causing some damage.
After a short moment, the blue window disappeared. Sadly, the only thing I know now is how screwed I truly am. Even striking true, my dagger was just too weak to deal enough damage to kill the wolf. My thoughts were cut short when my opponent turned and tried another pass. This time I was slow and the wolf got my left arm, pulling me with it and off balance. I was lucky and landed on the wolf, dagger in hand and I somehow managed to trigger my Bullet Time, just to realize something bad about it. When you have a couple of seconds moving in perceived glacial speed, that's a couple of seconds you can contemplate the feeling of sharp wolf teeth, shredding your arm. Still, I managed to bring the dagger to bear on the wolfs throat, stabbing in through the tendons to the side and using my weight to cut through the front, causing the wolf to spasm and let my left arm go. I jumped off and back, looking at the results.
Ok, ouch. The wolf didn't get up again and six seconds later I got the message:
A quick check on my EXP-Gauge told me that I needed 100 EXP to reach level two so I'd have to kill seven more wolves. Not without some kind of plan, I was aware that killing the wolf just now was a combination of a bit of skill and a boatload of sheer blind luck. No way in hell would I be able to kill 7 more like that.
First things first, I used a bit of water out of my water-skin to wash out the bite-marks on my arm and then climbed a nearby tree to finish what I had started before I was so rudely interrupted. It didn't take me long, one of the firs, I guess it was fitting as I was a Firn-Elf. No, don't hit me for the pun, please I'm wounded!
After I managed to make my way up, I inspected my clothing.
Glorious, I'm sitting in a tree in the middle of Siberia with a dagger and some peasant garb. What could go wrong?