In the cloak was jerky and a pouch of water. He wasted no time gulping both down like a starved dog. Well, with the way his teeth and hair looked, he was no better than a starved dog at the moment, now was he? The monster meat tasted so bad he was considering eating the dead body of the fat man. Luckily—or unluckily—he never got the chance, no matter how curious he was about how it would taste. That's besides the point, though. Even if it was only slightly, he gained some of his energy back, and his arm was back. Though his left arm was now much more toned and more tanned than his right. It also had a tattoo on it. The tattoo was a name. It simply read "Diane." Whatever that meant, he had no clue. Right now his main focus was on finding the kingdom he saw on the map, but from what he could tell—judging by how they most likely came for the abomination—they were most likely from the kingdom. That's why he needed to find a way to disguise the arm. Taking the cloak from the other dead man, he used the tip of the spear to cut it into strips, making a makeshift bandage.
"That actually looks quite cool… I remember seeing those dark magic knights in abandoned magazines with something similar. Have I become a dark arts practitioner, haha? Why aren't you laughing? Don't you agree?"
Looking at the man whose head was stomped into the ground, the indent in the rock letting the blood from his head form a deep puddle inside of it.
"Argh! Gods! These boots are too tight now! Have my feet gotten bigger after I took the bones?"
Sunny fell on his back and strained himself pulling the boots off, letting his slightly frostbitten toes out of their prison. He then lifted the man's legs off, pulling off his boots, letting his feet become another victim of the harsh climate.
"Don't mind if I do!"
Putting the now snug-fitting boots onto his feet, he started to climb up the mountain even higher. Sadly, despite his newfound attributes, it didn't make up for the fact that Sunny didn't know how to climb a mountain. So he fell, over, and over, and over again, his back now torn to shreds underneath "his" cloak.
He looked up at the sky for a while, the pain in his back practically yelling at him to stop. Sadly, he couldn't listen to it at the moment. Heading back into the cave, he looked at the man from whom he took the arm, the dead corpse. He walked up to it, yanking out the broken sword that was embedded in his head. Taking a glance at it, he shook his head before walking back out, deciding that the dead couldn't accept his apology anyway. Staring at the mountain, he embedded his foot into a crack before inserting the broken sword into another crack. He already knew his hands would fail, so he had to find another way to get up. Over and over he repeated the process before he got to the point he always fell at. Then he simply let go of the sword, falling once more onto his back. This time, though, he did it on purpose. Going to the man whose boots he took, he once again started to cut his cloak into strips. Then he tied those strips together, making a makeshift rope. Once more, he climbed up to the point he always fell at and barely managed to tie the rope to the blade. There was another reason why it was quite hard to tie it—because in his other hand was a sharp rock that was wrapped up by the other end. Now all he had to do was find a way to make his plan work. He placed the rock in a gap, then the sword in another, climbing up like makeshift pitons. Sometimes he fell, but he always had either the rock or the sword in a crack, letting him hold onto the rope and climb back up to try again. Over and over, like in a trance, he climbed before he finally reached the top.
In the distance beyond the tall trees was a kingdom. Now that he knew where it was, it was finally time to leave this place. His next destination was west of him.
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After climbing down the entire mountain, he made it to the ground once more. Sadly for him, it was going to be a decently long walk. It would most likely take him a day if he ran, if he walked it would probably take him two days, and if he took breaks, probably four. So his best bet was to run and hope that he didn't get ambushed by a nightmare creature. While he was running, he let his mind drift. Why was he able to use his aspect in the first nightmare? After all, he wouldn't have even been a Sleeper yet. That's why he thought this body he was in must have belonged to an ancient Awakened. Also, hasn't he been gone for more than a week now? Will his body be okay? Well, he supposed it didn't matter. They'll find a way to take care of it; he probably wasn't the first to have something like this happen. In the end, he found his way to the kingdom door. Surprisingly, it only took him most of the day, but not all of it. Currently, it was pitch black out and the guards were manning the gate still, the torches in their hands lighting up the area. Maybe they would let him in? It's better to try than not to, right?
Walking up to them with a big smile, he waved his hand!
"Hell—"
"STAY BACK, IDENTIFY YOURSELF!"
"LOOK AT HIS TEETH, IT'S AN ABOMINATION IN HUMAN SKIN!"
"BACK, ABOMINATION, I SAID BACK!"
Damnation.