This is part 10 of my LoM series on my 16 by 16 base.
About this creation
My eyes opened after what seemed an eternity of sleep. Looking forward, I saw a man dressed in armor. Suddenly, my memory rushed back. The Black Panther, the trap, all of it.
"Where am I?" my voice sounded like a croak.
"You are in the castle of Halihar. And you are alive, which is no small miracle." Suddenly I realized who this was, It was the fourth of my five contacts and friends, Max. "Nine out of Ten would be dead if they went through what you went through, Jonathan," he told me.
I slid off the bed and looked out over the expanse of rock and water. "How long have I been out?"
"Two days. You should join the army. Your body refuses to die."
"No," I said. "I have no wish to be a soldier."
"You should at least form a guild. Your expertise are to valuable to use only for yourself."
"I'll consider it," I replied.
"Then I shall send you on your way. Oh, at the Full Moon, make sure to meet an old friend there. He will tell you of his friendship with me, and therefore you will know who he is. Good day."