I don’t know where I am. If I’m to take the word of dog-boy (german shepard head, I think) named Markleonin, I’m in another dimension. I could still be on Earth, kinda hope I am – at least then I have something, that keeps me grounded. Neal, Justin, and Emily are all here too, so at least I have that. Jeez, if they weren’t here? I don’t even want to think of that.
So from what I understand so far, a lich (basically a really evil, really powerful undead wizard) named “Lord Byron” ripped our souls from our bodies in our dimension, replacing the soul of this one. I think it’s gone, I can’t sense another presence or anything… though I’m not sure how that would feel. I have no idea what’s happened to my body there. I’m not sure if I’ll ever find out… though I obviously hope that I do. I just hope you don’t think I’m dead.
I know magic here. Like, actual magic. Ironically (or not, I guess, since I’m still me here…) it’s a lot like code, so it comes easily. Neal and Emily know magic too. Justin knows psionicis – he’s real happy for that. There’s also monsters – like goblins (at least that’s the closest thing I can think of how to describe them). I killed one of them … it was disgusting.
According to a bounty hunter who prefers to be nameless, we were each kidnapped from “far and wide” and brought together to die (before the dog-boy rescued us). We were real angry at him for kidnapping us, but he seemed like one of those people we shouldn’t mess with. He left, having taken some stuff that I’m pretty sure wasn’t his. Bounty hunters… go figure.
Then it got scary. We went down a long hallway and came to this giant cavern. There were these floating heads which attacked us. One was gnawing at my side for what felt like hours but was only about 15 seconds. Man that hurt. At least it wasn’t on fire, like one of them. But of anyone here, I guess I’m glad I took it.
I lost a lot of blood, so I think I’m going to sit down for a bit. Not sure if I want to dream of home or not… will I even be able to sleep?