Day 5. Monday 10:30am.
Polly had left the house, Anna and Zia were in the kitchen cooking, and Jack was walking towards Polly’s room with an old jerky bag filled with spider egg sacs. Despite still feeling sore from the previous day’s fights with a goblin and a rogue, he had a happy bounce in his st...
2025-08-22 22:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostDay 5. Monday 3:00am.
The swordsman with the large blade strode towards Jack’s mother, who was hiding amongst the twisted roots of a fallen tree while shielding little Zia with her arms. Her eyes, wide with terror, shifted between the brute and her son.
The man’s seven-foot, rust-encrusted swo...
2025-08-21 22:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostDay 4. Sunday 1:45pm.
Back at home, Jack was happy to no longer have so many blood-soaked items in his room. He cleaned his weapons and the other items he’d recovered from the dead rogue; they required a wipe with a damp cloth.
After scrubbing the dried blood from his dagger, he settled in his r...
2025-08-20 22:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostDay 4. Sunday 1:00pm.
Jack trudged through the city, every muscle protesting from the previous day’s chaos. His bloodied pack was slung over one shoulder. It bulged with the rogue’s spoils—armour, gambeson, cloak, gloves, and the rogue’s own pack—all in urgent need of professional cleaning. 2025-08-18 22:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Day 4. Sunday 9:30am.
Jack picked up his smaller notebook and turned to a fresh page. It was time to record the fight with the rat-faced rogue. A few minutes later, the memory was etched in ink. Every misstep, every hesitation, every lucky stroke. Jack read over it, committing each detail to memory with...
2025-08-15 21:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostDay 4. Sunday 6:30am.
While waiting for breakfast, Jack recounted the events of the previous day to his silent father, with his mother interjecting as she prepared the meal.
“Your plan leaves a bad taste,” his father remarked, tapping a finger on the kitchen table. “But I agree with your ass...
2025-08-13 22:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostDay 4. Sunday 6:00am.
Jack didn’t wake until his mother roused him at six in the morning to check his injuries and offer him breakfast. He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling sore. Every muscle felt like it’d been pulled between two angry donkeys. His calves, in particular, felt as though every musc...
2025-08-11 19:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 9:15pm.
“Polly,” his mom called out, “go run your brother a hot bath. We need that filth washed off before we treat his other wounds.”
Polly hesitated for a moment. Perhaps trying to craft a witty remark, Jack guessed. Before she headed to the bathroom. Jack couldn’t help...
2025-08-08 18:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 9:00pm.
Their father returned with a woman in her late twenties who carried a small pack emblazoned with a red cross. Jack recognised her face; he’d seen her around the local area in his past life, though they had never interacted.
The healer regarded Jack, who was still sitting ...
2025-08-06 22:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 8:45pm.
Jack entered the courtyard of his home without a good plan. He had a plan, but it wasn’t a very good one.
He removed the rogue’s shortsword and bow, along with the dead rogue’s pack, and stashed them behind a shed containing gardening tools. His mother had a much-love...
2025-08-04 22:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 6:25pm.
Jack winced as he rolled out of the tree hollow. His first task was to remove all the damn bugs that had crawled under his clothes! “I fucking hate bugs!” he complained as he shook his clothes, trying not to agitate his injuries.
After he felt like he was no longer a wa...
2025-08-01 22:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 5:45pm.
Over twenty minutes had passed with Jack lying in the hollow beneath the fallen tree’s roots. He was waiting to see if the other adventurers had followed him. His only company was the cooling corpse of the rat-faced rogue and what felt like hundreds of bugs which crept all over...
2025-07-25 21:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 5:30pm.
After hearing the thin rogue and large swordsman discussing stealing his white oak bow, Jack didn’t wait to hear more. He turned on his heels and sprinted towards Lundun as fast as he could, picking up small cuts and scrapes from low-hanging branches.
Fuck! It’s a f...
2025-07-25 20:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 4:55pm.
As Jack waited for the negative effects of the adrenaline rush to fade, he wrote about his first goblin fight. The action of putting pen to paper calmed his mind, though not quite enough to stop his hands from shaking as he wrote.
Unexpected Encounter With a Goblin
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Day 3. Saturday 4:45pm.
Jack held his bow at mid-draw as his eyes widened at the guttural snarl he’d heard coming from the forest. He prepared for a battle. At that moment, he wanted to grip the dagger’s handle, but couldn’t. He looked to the tree stump, where seven of his arrows stuck out like fe...
2025-07-25 19:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 3:00pm.
Jack chose a patch of firm, level ground near the border of the undamaged forest and the ruined practice area. He set down his pack and removed the bow from over his shoulder.
The weapon was made from high-quality white oak and adorned with intricate carvings; the surface w...
2025-07-25 19:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 1:00pm.
Jack walked out of the city towards the nearest public forest with a plan to practise archery. Despite having little interest in archery, he was looking forward to some practice. In his past life, he’d spent a few months learning to use a bow to assassinate Greaves from a dista...
2025-07-25 17:00:11 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 11:30am.
Jack pointed to the kitchen table. “Take a seat,” he said to the orphan girl he’d brought home. “My mom’s out… I’ll find you some old clothes.” As the girl took a seat, he leaned his new bow and quiver against one of the chairs and wondered where Polly’s old cl...
2025-07-25 17:00:10 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 12:30pm.
As Jack finished a second fireball scroll, his mom returned to the kitchen with the now-clean Zia. He didn’t recognise her without the layer of dirt. The little orphan girl had striking silver hair, long enough to brush the woollen dress his younger sister once wore. Gone were...
2025-07-25 17:00:10 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 11:00am.
While waiting in line for his turn to buy a wrap, Arman spotted him and called out, “Jack, I must be blessed by the Gods, no? Visited two days in a row. Does your mother not feed you, yes?” Arman laughed. Stepping from behind his stall and wiping his hands on his apron, the ...
2025-07-25 07:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 6:00am.
Jack woke with an aching body after a few hours of restless sleep. The combination of being awakened by a nightmare, exercise, and a mattress-free bed left him achy and tender.
“Another day and my mattress will at last be dry,” he complained, his body deflating as he re...
2025-07-25 06:59:00 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 3:00am.
Jack tried to scream, but he had no voice. He tried to run to his father, but his limbs were locked as though chained by invisible iron… it was cold and biting. Only his eyes could move, wide and straining, as his worst nightmare twisted its claws through what had once been his...
2025-07-24 10:09:33 +0000 UTC View PostDay 2. Friday 7:00pm.
Jack sat at the kitchen table, feeling content and a little sore. He was surrounded by his loving family. His mom had just finished serving their evening meal and had sat down to eat with him, his sister, and their dad. Little Richard’s cradle had been brought into the kitchen; h...
2025-07-24 10:01:43 +0000 UTC View PostDay 2. Friday 1:30pm.
After greeting his mom and grabbing a snack, Jack tiptoed to his sister’s room to return the borrowed valet costume. Holding the uniform in his hands, he frowned. “I’ll need to buy one like this for selling the scrolls,” he whispered, studying the fabric before placing it b...
2025-07-24 09:57:35 +0000 UTC View PostDay 2. Friday 11:45am.
Jack ducked into a quiet alley and changed into the valet costume. Tucking away his dagger under his uniform, he patted his stomach. “I really should lose a few pounds,” he grumbled, noting that he’d had to leave his trouser button undone. The waistcoat and jacket concealed ...
2025-07-24 09:55:47 +0000 UTC View PostDay 2. Friday 6:00am.
Jack woke to the sound of cockerels crowing. He groaned as he rolled onto his back. To help him sleep on the hard boards, he’d stuffed his blankets under him as padding. “Ow. My poor back.” Young Jack’s body wasn’t used to sleeping on a hard surface.
At least I ...
2025-07-24 09:54:07 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 2:45pm.
As Jack ‘jogged’ through the city, he considered ways to earn gold fast. If everything went like his first life, he’d be working with his father as a Novice Scribe in a couple of weeks.
The pay for a novice wasn’t great, just 25 silvers a week, meaning it would tak...
2025-07-24 09:52:08 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 2:00pm.
Jack hid the dagger under his clothing and entered his home in a good mood. He smiled when he smelled his mom’s cooking. His mother tended to cook more when worried.
“Is everything alright, Jack? You’ve been gone for hours.” His mom said, noticing the dirt on his k...
2025-07-24 09:50:58 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 12:50pm.
Jack gave up on gaining access to the blood magic grimoire. I’ll send an anonymous accusation that Greaves is trying to access a blood magic grimoire. He smiled at the idea of the inquisitors arresting the Baron and hanging him. He scratched his chin in thought. ...
2025-07-24 09:49:44 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 12:25pm.
Jack was perplexed and sat holding the blood-red rose. He contemplated what the old lady had said while appreciating the birdsong above. Her words echoed in his mind. ‘All choices matter…’ ‘The Fates await to guide you…’ .
“What is my fate? Guid...
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