Norville opened his eyes.  He did not expect to open his eyes.  And he really didn't expect the view.

He was in a grassy field.  The grasses were yellow and brittle.  They made a rustling noise as the wind blew them.  Where he was stading had been trampled down in a circle about 6m across.  In the distance, he could see some large purple mountains in the distance.  In the other direction there was only grass with the occasional outcropping of rock. The was a dirt road that ran from the mountains to out into the plains.  There were a few straggly trees here and there.  The air was vert crisp and clean.

Norv had a feeling of deja vue.  He had been here before. This was all very familiar.

Then Norv noticed what he was wearing.  He had dark brown wool pants, a unbleached linen tunic, a leather belt,  and some sort of sac clung over his shoulder. On his belt was a small cooking dagger and sheath. In the sac was a sling, some nice round rocks, a loaf of bread, and three siver peices.  He picked out one of the coins to see what was writen on it.

There was a relief [sculpture] of a dragonlike lizard with two legs and a long tail.  On the other side was the protrait of a lady.  Around her it said "Kingdom of Tazzlewyrm"  Then he knew where he was.

This was the starting filed for World of Everfantasy.  He was equiped with the standard starting inventory.  He knew he did not deserve this, but he was thankful.  He knew that now the pain would be real and the deaths permanent. But that made it more of a challenge because now he had more to lose.

Now the Adventure begins!