((I like to speak in the third person as well so please bear with me everyone.)) Sterling was sitting down at a computer terminal in the children's section of the Opelika Public Library chatting on Tardos and planning to attend the 1:30pm showing of X-Men at the local big screen theater when a bright, yellow light shot out from his computer monitor.
Instantly he began to feel his body become completely undone, as if he was being broken down on a molecular level. The light died down and Sterling Coleman was gone. By his reckoning not more than five seconds passed when he felt himself come together and reassemble in a well lit chamber surrounded by a small group of people wearing medieval garb.
Inspite of his travail all seemed well until he looked down at his clothes and discovered that he was no longer wearing his Exxon T-shirt and blue Dockers but a very light yet well fitting suit of chain mail armor.
"What the...?!" he exclaimed as he realized something else as well, his voice was not his own. "What happened to my voice?! What happened to my face?!" Feeling his smooth angular face and taking notice of his lithe hands. "My hands?! What the hell is going on here?!"
"You should be proud, young Swordsman, not everyone is blessed with the natural abilities of the Drow." Came a response from an all too familiar figure that Sterling knew from watching too many Saturday morning cartoons. It was Dungeonmaster and he was smiling from ear to ear.
"I'm a Dark Elf?!" cried the hapless librarian, feeling his pointy angular ears and learning the truth of DM's words.
"Correct." replied the little man calmly. "With all of the natural abilities that your kind possess. Plus I have implanted in your mind the skills you will need to be an excellent Swordsman."
"Cool!" exasperated the Sterling, returning DM's smile in kind. "I could definitely live with this...but what's this about a sword?"
"Oh, pardon me" apologized DM raising his hand. A white light shot out from it and an Elven bastardsword appeared in Sterling's hand. The Swordsman examined his blade longingly and gave out a long "Wowwwww!"
"Be careful with that blade, young Swordsman." warned DM looking at Kryschenn. "It is sharp enough to cut through almost anything, including your armor if you are not careful."
"Yeah? Thanks." Taking the sword and sheathing it in its scabbard, looking at the rest of the people in the room. "Well, I recognize who you are Zak. It's great to finally meet you in flesh, sort of speak." Pointing to the young woman wearing a sari with a quill in her hand.
"But I'm not too familiar with the rest of you. I'm Sterling Coleman and as often as I used to play a Drow in Fantasy RPG's I guess I finally get to play one in real life."
((A Point To Ponder))
