How to Survive on a Battlefield!
Step 1: Don't die!
This was quite the predicament. Two different armies matching towards each other, no doubt here to kill each other and quite possibly Aleph with it. He didn't care too much that they were here to exercise some
very aggressive "diplomacy", but Aleph preferred not to get caught up in the intricacies of the political connotations of getting a spear to the face or finding out wether getting eviscerated meant one monarch didn't like him.
Step 2: Familiarize yourself with your surroundings!
With the cobwebs and dust in his head starting to clear up and his vision became more and more clear, Aleph was more and more baffled. Only now noticing the RPG-like heads up display around the edges of his field of view, an his abysmally low status bars. The bars for health, mana and stamina were barely a third full but the rest of the bar was hashed out with red lines. In a frantic moment of panic, Aleph's eyes darted around until he realized what was causing it an promptly slammed his head into the ground: <Blessed Sainthood>.
"More like 'cursed bullshit'." Aleph hissed under his breath as he got up, there was nothing blessed about it as far as he could tell, it just crippled him to the point of pure stupidity. He was going too need some really good gear if he wanted to survive, but there were no Walmarts around with cheap discount armors around (Aleph really wished those things had existed on Earth though).
Step 3: Take measures to ensure your safety!
Thankfully it seemed that Aleph had awoken in what could be said as the most open air armory in the world; unfortunately, most of it was pretty crap. Ignoring all the other bodies on the ground (some of which look liked they too had fallen from the sky), the man dove into the trove of broken weapon and bruised armor, ignoring the wondarbar sent of death and decay. Only if he had died with a bottle of Febreeze, christ knows the area could use some "fresh topical waterfall" or "gentle velvet silk", not that anyone knew what those two things smelled like or if they were supposed to smell like anything.
He looked around, nothing but deformed armor and shattered weapons for the eye to see, nothing of great use to either his class or his current status bars or lack there of. But in the shimmering sun light, he spotted the corpse of use to him. Leaning up against a rock, his gun in hand was a suit of armor and its skeleton soldier encase in it. Picking up the gun, Aleph took a close look at it. The firearm was pretty battered, seemed like it was used as a club at some point judging from the cracked buttstock, sights were also pretty much useless. Kneeling down once more, Aleph tried to salvage some more off the corpse but there was little luck. Outside a small damaged powder horn crafted from some boar, most the armor was to dented and pierced for him to really wear and the shot for the gun all vanished in the mud. The hat though... Aleph like it. It was a simple black cavalier hat with one brim attached to top of it, a small golden pin on the opposite side adorned it.
Step 4: Use anything and everything you can!
A gun was nice and so was the hat, but Aleph felt like if he didn't try to get anything else, he'd end up like mister skelly gunner who graciously supplied him his new digs. Back on the looting trail, he dug around until more goodies ended up on him. After accepting some more "donations" from the fallen, Aleph had found himself a worn leather belt that had two holsters for a pair of aged and chipped long daggers. While he would rather not have to get in kissing range of an enemy, Aleph thought it would be best just to keep something to kiss back with.
The ammunition situation forced Aleph to get creative, utilizing some crossbow bolts as shot for his gun. Probably not the safest idea but in theory it should work. Priming the gun, he loaded in gun with powder and (bolt) shot possibly creating the world's first gunpowder crossbow.
Step 5: Find friends so you don't die alone!
With his beat up gun with unorthodox ammo in hand and dressed in old, somewhat smelly leather, Aleph once again looked around. The armies where getting louder, battle cries and drums were pounding harder in the air. Seems like that this was going to be an interesting way to start the day. Hopefully he wouldn't die again, that would suck big time.
Turning around once more, he spotted something interesting. It was another person like him, a cat girl with a battered sword and shield. Aleph would have suspected she was some advanced recon, but judging from her equipment, it was unlikely. "Oi!" Aleph shouted as he waved his gun in the air to get the cat girl's attention as he ran towards her, "I suspect that you also just got here?"
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