I stare upwards at the sky, belatedly wondering how in the ever living fuck I was still alive after plunging a blade into my own heart.
I blinked as I saw a blue pannel of some kind appear for not even a second before it was gone again, "lovely, I'm going insane" I hauled myself up and onto my feet with a groan only age and a bad back could cause.
A bad back that wasn't actual that painful at the moment, I look down and run my hand over the spot where a knife had almost severed my spine and sure enough the scar (and subsequent debilitating pain) weren't there.
"Huh, cool" I ignored any form of fear or confusion that missing pain or scars tried to force from me and instead I continue streaching out my limbs.
After a few minutes doing so I place my hands on my hips and look around where I was, "ok so not Australia then" I say as I spy a very much not Australian city in the distance and the complete lack of English signs around me.
While not impossible to find areas so dominated by other cultures that there aren't any english signs (like Inala over near Brisbane, which had become an Asian hotspot I'd visit if I needed some oriental style aid) the city was way too different from any you'd find.
I patted down my great cloak (it's just a long coat, idk why it's called great) and fished out anything of interest I found. I had my trusty knife, the book of the dead, a vial of what smells like monster blood and a small sticky note stuck to the inside of my coat.
I gave it a quick read over, having to hold back a sigh at the blatantly Eldritch attempt to write a note. If the pain from reading it was any indication.
I was able to get the gist of it though, it read that something was sorry for the inconvenience and that my new body had all the perks of my old body but none of the negatives.
I decided to check if that was true and reaching down to my chest I traced the 'scar' from my navel up to my neck and sure enough I felt a flood of pain before my outline became fuzzy to look at. I had build a self censorship spell and caved it into my chest so that no cults I dismantle could come after me for revenge.
The note also mentioned that if get some extra perks for the annoyance of being relocated, but they would unfortunately not activate for a couple days until some 'event' happened.
I was loath to let something as possibly catastrophic as an 'event' a eldritch thing was exited for unchecked but I figured that if it had enough influence to relocate me a minimum of a couple thousand kilometres than there probably wasn't much I could do.
I put all my stuff back into my coat and used a quick spell to burn the note before turning to the city in the distance and making my way there. I pointedly ignored the fact that the spell i'd used was totally different from any I knew or the fact that I had used a spell without a spell circle and sacrifice of some kind.
It wasn't long after starting my trek that I came apon a highway, I thanked my lucky stars and easily hopped the dividing to start walking along next to it all the while having one hand in the traditional sign for a hitchhiker, a thumbs up.
Unluckily I must of been in one of the ultra conservative countries as even two and a half hours of walking not even a single person had even looked at me as they passed.
Actually it was kinda unnerving how much I was ignored. I'd even tested to see if I was imperceptible by taking a step onto the road but sure enough i'd been honked at like any other crazy person would be.
But as soon as I was back off the tarmac it's like I went invisible as the driver that had been death staring me while I was in their way had gotten this glazed look in their eyes before the quickly moved on.
I was guessing it was some interference from the thing that had transported me here but I couldnt find any of the normal markers that such a thing was happening.
I sighed and and just continued my walk to the city, absently flicking through the necronomicon while I walked.
I had started doing so when I'd noticed that the pain that had originally accompanied my first attempt at sliming through it before I arrived here was absent this time. I'd hoped I wasn't becoming acclimatised to all this eldritch nonsense, I'd already been cursed enough after dealing with the fae and lost all manner sexual attraction to others after my run in with some Sirens.
God I hated the Supernatural, all of them are just so annoying. Driven by only their base instincts and the stories they are derived from, it was also the only good thing about them. That they had to abide by the fiction they originate from no matter how far they seperate from it.
I hummed as I read a passage about some inane eldritch being that governed the Outside (whatever that means) and had to wonder how exactly something like the eldritch Pantheon came to be. I 'knew' of azathoth and how the blind idiot god had dreamt the universe into creation but I figured that it was probably incorrect, most likely a play on the fear of a all powerful and all knowing creator that just didn't care or even really knew that we existed.
I mean it made sense, all the truly powerful outer gods of the eldritch Pantheon were like that. Described in such a way as to each show a distinct fear humanity had about the possible existence of gods.
Each was a twisted form of the powers that a creator god would have. Omnipotent yet ignorant Azathoth, omniscience yet uncaring Yog-Sothoth, omnipresent yet malevolent Nyarlathotep and omnibenevolent yet unrestrained Shub-Niggurath.
I wasn't aware if they existed truly, the existence of other eldritch beings did support it but I had yet to find any true evidence of them so I was hesitant to commit to the idea. But I suppose that it wasn't impossible.