The Convergence Series GM
Minwu had thought that his final act from expelling a devil from heaven would have given him the final rest he deserved. How wrong he had been. The white mage had suddenly found himself waking up in a brand new world alive once again with none of his companions. He later found out the world had been created through the whims of two crazed scientists out to rule all of it for themselves. It seemed like they had succeeded as Minwu’s eyes went to the ever-looming skull orb in the sky and his thoughts shifted to their mechanical soldiers policing the world.
Minwu was no stranger in fighting an overpowering regime, and while he had heard whispers of a resistance being mounted against the scientists he had decided for the time being to journey alone through this new land. With his magic, he could help those plagued by illness and wounds this new world inflicted on them for them to at least survive the chaos. Minwu himself survived by the rewards his clients offered him in gratitude, despite his vehement protests. He only did what he did to help, not for monetary reward. Even the little glimmer of light his aid granted would shine through the darkness. Though even so in his travels Minwu realized the world itself needed healing. The land was stitched together with different patches of other worlds like a puzzle whose pieces had been pushed together by force to fit. The white mage had seen a lot in his own world that had left him stunned but this world had some times left in him utter disbelief. Technology far beyond what he could dream of. Vicious monsters he had never seen before and cities with houses stretching high above the skyline had made Minwu gape in amazement.
That was far beyond him now though as he made his way through the countryside. He had not seen a human or beast for some time, but luckily he still had some dried meat left from a grateful patient for food. An unwelcoming mountain was looming over the horizon and the land itself was a mixture of soils with some heavy forest with unfamiliar trees and a stream that seemed to have spawned from nowhere. Minwu didn’t mind the trek but the sun was starting to set and he needed to find a place to rest before the final light vanished. As he was considering his options Minwu’s eyes went to the bank of the stream, and that’s when he noticed the body lying motionless in the water.
Night had fallen and in the light of a fire, Minwu was looking over the man he had found in the stream. The man was badly bruised, the cape he was wearing was in tatters and his armor was dented to beyond recognition. The only thing that seemed whole was the spear that the white mage had to pry from the man’s grasp. Minwu speculated that the man had fallen from a great height and the water had dragged him downstream, but the only thing that seemed to fit that was the mountain. Minwu looked back down at the man. How had he survived? He was alive, if barely. It had taken all of Minwu’s strength to pull the man from the stream and into the forest where he had created a camp for the night before taking a closer look at his new patient. The first was to get him out of that armor to assess the damage. Old scars mixed with new ones, and he had lost an eye at some point. Minwu’s magic couldn’t help with that but his healing spells would bring the man back from the brink. The fresh wounds vanished in a pale green light as Minwu administered his healing. Once he was done he sat down to keep an eye on the fire. There was nothing more he could do. Despite his best efforts, Minwu had fallen asleep sometime during the night. He was awoken by what he had thought was a bestial roar. Had they been attacked? As his eyes shifted through the darkness he soon realized it had come from his patient that seemed to be desperately getting up from his makeshift bed. Only a while ago the man had barely been living yet he was already trying to get up on his feet?
“Calm yourself,” Minwu spoke with a calm, but authoritative voice as he made his way towards the man.
“What did you do to me?!” The man snarled his disheveled long blond hair was stuck to his face. Minwu felt that if he got any closer the man would rip his throat out.
“Help you to the best of my abilities.” He tried to sound as calm as possible with no sudden movements that the man would take as a threat. “I am more concerned about what you have done to yourself.” He motioned towards all of the scars on the man’s body. “You look like a man eager to throw your body towards the first sign of danger.”
The man had calmed down a bit but there was still a wild look in his eye. “That is none of your con-“ His eye went wide like he had remembered something. “My spear? Where is it?!”
Again Minwu continued calmly over the man’s hysterics. “You will find it over there, with the rest of your equipment.” He motioned towards a tree with the spear leaning against it. “I thought I was going to be forced to break your fingers to remove it from your grasp.”
The blond man kept quiet so Minwu decided to continue. “I am Minwu. In my world, I was a court magician. I found you lying face down in the water not too far from here.” The man continued his silence. Minwu realized the man didn’t trust him and instead to try and play nice he decided to ignore him. Nagging a response from him was not going to work. Instead, Minwu sat down by the fire in silence looking over his rations.
“Dimitri,” The man finally replied. “I am Dimitri.”
Minwu turned around a smile on his, which ended covered by his mask. “Well Dimitri,” He showed Dimitri the food he had in his hand. “Would you like something to eat?”