An unwelcome guest.

The first day on the road you speed your travel with a couple of teleports, when you are on top of a hill and have a really far line of sight. You take lunch by the small river, dipping your legs in the stream while eating the apple, a handful of jerky, and created mugs of ale and water. As you are traveling the sun beats down and you are sure it has to be hot, possibly one of the hottest days you can ever remember, but you are pleasantly surprised to find you must be resistant to heat, as it doesn't bother you in the slightest. Strolling along, some times in a nice jog, you don't even really sweat. Finding a tree to lean back against you settle in for your first night alone and find it is a lot less frightening than the night you spent in the abyss. Birds tweet, bugs chirp, signs of life are all around you. Grabbing the rifle you decide to load it before bed. Using the funnel like tip of the powder horn, you measure out the powder and dump it in. Then you take the little cone shaped bullet and push it in, “Fuck that is impossible.” Several attempts in and you just cant push it down. “There must be something in here.” Looking in the pouches you find a little knob like thing that you use to push it in the barrel. Taking the long rod you then proceed to force it down till it settles at the bottom. “Well that sucks.” It took you at least two minutes to get it loaded. Standing and picking out a nice knot in a tree about 50 yards away, you steady the long rifle, and slowly squeeze the rather stiff trigger and let the bullet fly. Crack, right on line just a tad low. Two minutes later you again take a slow breath, crack, a tad left and high. Again and again you load and fire, not even really noticing as the sun disappears below the horizon. You end up firing off 25 shots from the rifle, and a single cylinder of 5 rounds from the pistol, easily hitting your much closer target about 25 feet away. “What now bitch?” You ask the silent tree with a big fat grin on your face. Stripping down you use the little pile of your clothes as a pillow and snuggle in for the night.

Day two of your trip starts with a dip in the river that is exhilarating. Drying off is easy under the hot sun, you simply use magic to have your hair vanish then grow back nice and dry and let the sun dry your flesh. Pulling on the tunic, belt, and your packs, you sling the now loaded rifle and head out. The second and third days pass without event, other than finishing off your food. The next day you use a pair of bullets from the rifle to score yourself a rabbit. Cursing yourself for not buying a knife, you are forced to use your sharp nails to prep and get the meal ready, but at least you have your magic and you don't have to use much effort to get a nice fire to cook it over. The meal of rabbit and mead is actually quite tasty and as the cooking fire rages you also test the limits of your heat resistance, finding that you are actually able to put your hand in the fire for a few moments before it starts to hurt, and you don't burn yourself. “So resistant, but not immune. Cool”

The fourth day costs you three more bullets, but you eat another fat little critter for lunch and a berry bush serves for a rather yummy supper. With the little fire just dying down to embers you settle in for another nights sleep, when a snapping branch catches your attention. Looking around quickly, and grabbing your rifle, you see creeping up in the dark are 4 hulking humanoid creatures you decide look a lot like bugbears from pictures you remember from your old life, so long ago. Two of them wield wicked looking battle axes, another a broad sword, and the last has some kind of wooden handled weapon on his back, but carries a massive crossbow. “Fuck me.” You say quietly, at least happy that your night vision must be a tad better than theirs as they are moving slow and quiet, but aren't really hiding. You would guess they are about 30 yards and closing, and you have no idea if you can outrun them.