A Second Awakening

John found himself yet again on the ground looking at the sky he could tell more time had passed. The day was getting close to dusk and he still had little to no clue as to where he was. He stood up and brushed off some of the dirt and brush that stuck to him; looking around him there were several daggers and rock type tools scattered. This being the ultimate reminder of the encounter he had just before passing out again.

Looking through his thoughts he found several new ways to potentially use the tools and weapons strewn about. It was almost as if he had memories of using them. Then it hit him, he remembered the voice in his head and how he got out of the situation with the goblins. He came to the realisation he stole the goblins memories and now knew exactly how to use all the scattered weapons. John began to gather the tools wanting to get it done before it was completely dark.

John was severely lacking in storage and ended up creating a pile on the floor. He really wished that one of them had dropped a bag or something but alas they hadn’t. John remained awake the remainder of the night and one by one tested the weaponry he had acquired. By the time the sun rose John had found his weapons of choice a small iron hatchet and an onyx dagger. The dagger had an engraving on it making it apparent it once belonged to someone important. The dagger was the finest crafted weapon and the hatchet had the most uses. John unfortunately had to leave the other weapons behind as he got up and began his trek through the forest.

Using his newly gained skills John managed to slay two monster rabbits as well as a low level hound. John decided to rest for a moment as the hound nearly got a big bite outta his neck but luckily lunged directly onto his dagger piercing its own heart. John took a long sigh of relief. He still had no clue as to where he was but he was getting his footing. The close hound encounter made him vow to get stronger as the skills he somehow managed to take from the goblins would only take him so far.

As John rested he suddenly heard some shouts and shortly after some screams. John did his best to try and pinpoint the direction in which they came from and started dashing that way. John soon came across a clearing which turned out to be a road. He was on the opposite side of a carriage which was likely the location the voices earlier originated.