Frostbound

Well, that wasn't ominous. 'May your spirit never be extinguished'. What did that even mean? I assume it meant 'don't die' but the way it phrased it made it sound so much worse.

Before I could think further about the warning, I was once again teleported. One second in a white room, the next, standing in a forest clearing in the middle of the woods.

The first thing that caught my attention was that there were other people. So I won't be alone. That's good, I thought, usually parties were the most effective in RPG games. Everyone was just lingering around in groups of various sizes with some of the larger ones pushing thirty or forty people. The smallest being around ten or so. I started to look around to see if my family was here when-

"Christopher!" someone shouted my name from behind me.

I turned around to find Abigail waving at me with some of the rest of my family around her. Anna and Josh were standing behind her looking around at the forest they suddenly found themselves in. Some of my cousins and their significant others were standing around them as well.

Walking over gave me enough time to notice that everyone else was decked out in the same kind of gear that I had. Some were wearing robes of mostly cloth while others matched what I had with full leather. Some had a mix of both where just the chest and head were protected by leather and the rest was cloth. I figured those were the Rogues and Rangers while the Mages and Healers were in cloth.

There was an assortment of weapons to be seen strapped to everyone's side or on their back. It looked like swords were the most common with spears coming in a close second but there was the occasional oddity. Like when a young man with short dark-brown hair had a pair of tonfas in his hands.

When I reached my sister, she looked me up and down taking in the change in appearance of my new gear while I did the same to her. She was wearing an off-white cloth robe over the clothes she was wearing before. She must have picked either Mage or Healer by what seemed to be a wand looped in her belt. She was a nurse so I bet she must have picked healer.

"You look like you're about to go raid the English coast," she said.

Hmph. Seeing that she had skipped over worried, angry, and frantic, to go straight to comedic relief did not bode well. Abigail has always been a Class A control freak and loathes when things are outside of her control. Nothing about this situation was inside her control.

Now that she said it, I saw that I did look similar to what you would see depicting Vikings in shows and movies. I was covered in leather armor and wielded a shield in one hand and an axe in the other. Some of my blonde hair was sticking out of the helmet, and my beard was on full display with the open faced helmet. The only difference was my height being about 5 inches taller than the average Viking.

"You can put those away, nothing is going to attack you," she said pointing at the readied axe in my hand.