That-Shop-That-Was-Not-There-Yesterday Quest
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Yes.
zips mouth while looking at QM Notes.
Hypothetically speaking, any treasure miner seeking lost ancient artifacts would not be as... simple as the one you met.
Part 5 and hopefully the last of the CharGen should be done sometime in the next 24 hours, depending on whether I am going to make a vote for Alicia's avatar sometime tonight or no. If anyone has any suggestion on what avatar Alicia should be represented with, judging by her attitudes present, feel free to post it here.
Recette, GUST, Rorona...
DarkKing98
Certified Village Idiot
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- Sydney
If there is one thing I will veto from the roster of avatar selection, it is Recette L-
....I had forgotten that Recette's surname is Lemongrass. Goddamn it. aaaaaaa.
Urahara's character type is pretty much a possibility on where you'd end up later in game if you troll away but otherwise, that pic doesn't fit the clothing style well. If you want to more suggestion, try something with a more European feel to it rather than an Asian/Oriental one.
Ah, the dress is neat as hell but RL avatars are sort of disconcerting, tone-wise, with what will be happening here.
DarkKing98
Certified Village Idiot
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AWESOME!
Sure. I can find something else.
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- Sydney
Photo-like pictures are easier to find. What tone are you planning?
I would prefer to have a more realistic avatar, how about a painting?
DarkKing98
Certified Village Idiot
- Location
- USA
Bleh. Realism in fantasy? No thanks.
Some anime-esque suggestions (large images)
Not exactly sure what style you're looking for but hopefully some of these will fit.
Not exactly sure what style you're looking for but hopefully some of these will fit.
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- madison
wasn't there that curse quest thing where the pc had a curse that had him world hopping and made everyone hate him on their first meeting? that sounds a bit like our odd treasure miner.
Turns out, writing a Quest in the last days of Ramadhan means your efforts are split for preparing Eid Fitr. Joys.
As for the update, I will try to angle it in sometime in the next.... six or seven hours or so. Second to last update, actually. I need to incorporate another vote before I finish things up.
Holo is much fluff, but doesn't quite fit that well. Especially considering the plot points I have planned.
The second to last one has promise but no. I am angling for a bit of anime-esque style over all of these. Partly because that's how I envision things but partly because finding Western-style paintings for the multitudes of characters appearing in the story would be a bit of a folly.
Yup, those would fit nicely. 5, 6, and 7 in particular are mighty nice. Also, thank you for reminding me of the existence of Pixiv Fantasia. Perusing those would help immensely with avatar-picking.
As for the update, I will try to angle it in sometime in the next.... six or seven hours or so. Second to last update, actually. I need to incorporate another vote before I finish things up.
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- United States
Hmmm. Watched. As for pics i have no idea what a bad or good pic would be for the MC.
That guy's curse interfered with the contract. I bet even if we were being Genuinely Honest about the pricing and about the ring to the point that Visve would have praised us. The Teleportation would still have happened.
That guy's curse interfered with the contract. I bet even if we were being Genuinely Honest about the pricing and about the ring to the point that Visve would have praised us. The Teleportation would still have happened.
T-thanks. I didn't expect anyone to visit a rather dormant Quest during its inactive period.
And uh, the Quest isn't dead. I have been churning out background information and more consistency to this Quest all the time. The problem is that there's quite a bit of issues on my plate in addition to the fact that several of my good acquaintances got me hooked up on several time consuming games. Also, camping trip during the Blood Moon, there's that to look forward to.
The next update should be forthcoming before the month is done, provided I don't get yanked to check out a new game or something new on my plate.
CharGen Part 5
You awaken hearing the roar of a dragon. You blearily stood up, your knees weak from... whatever happened. Speaking of, what just happened?
You checked yourself, somehow having slept outside the counter, feeling your ears and eyes. You swore you felt your ears pop from... whatever happened. But you seem whole and hal-
-Why are you wearing the ring?
The tourmaline gem shines brightly on your left ring finger, seemingly inert and not doing anything. Your instinct flares as you activate the analytical lenses and check the ri-
The ring is out of magical energy. Okay. That's...substantially not good.
So you were knocked out, and the ring attached itself to your finger and oh...
You were too busy checking yourself to note outside the shop.
Sunlight no longer shines. No, what shone in its stead is a sheer kaleidoscope of colours. You mentally note that these colours shouldn't even exist but you don't care about that. No. You don't care. You need to go outside. You need to go outside.
You walked down the aisle and made your strode to the door. You must see the outside and go outside.
You open the door. You bask in the gloriously utter wrongness of the colours. Wonderful. Time to step out into the voi-
A hand grabbed the collar of your shirt. A blanket of cloak covered your eyes from the blinding view outside. The hand pulled you inside.
"What are you doing here? This isn't a place for morta- Oh, oh dear..." You can't place the tone or even the gender of the voice speaking to you, having the cloak still covering your eyes. Which is good because even as you close them, you can still see colours of sheer wrongness. What even is going on. "...Right, right. We will need to settle this carefully. Let's look back. Can you remember who you are?"
You nodded, still seeing the flashes of colour in your mind. "M-My name is Alicia Lemongrass, a shopkeeper. I uh, where am I? And for the matter, could you get the cloak out of my face?"
"Not yet, I need to do something first." You hear the footstep of the person as they made rounds around the store. You couldn't hear what they are saying, but judging from the pulsing of magical energy, they seem to be chanting something.
A few minutes pass as you try to shake off the phantom vision before light abruptly enters your vision as the cloak is lifted from your head.
You come face to face with an old and wizened man, carrying beside him a seemingly gnarled staff, topped with a shining blue crystal.
Oh, and the fact that his eyes are also glowing blue. "Miss Alicia, focus your eyes on this crystal of mine." You can identify his voice now, a very crisp yet gentle tenor that calmed you down as you nodded and focuses in. "Good. Now, this will sting a little." As he said that, the crystal glows brighter and brighter before emitting a blinding flash. You flinch and jerk backwards, blinking fervently. "That should do it. Now, do you realize where you are?"
"No." You said, unsure. "I was finishing up my transaction with a client when all the sudden, the ring, which was not on attached to my hand then flashed bright and...here I am."
The old man nodded. "Right, well. Okay." He seems to be deliberating on trying to tell you something, and you know from experience that the face he's making conveys a certain 'you would not like the news one bit'. "So, do you want me to traumatize you with the blunt truth?"
"Is there no other option?"
"Not really, no. Not with this sort of predicament."
You pause and ponder for a bit before sighing. "Okay, sure."
"You're now an undead lich stuck on the formless wastes of the worlds. You died on your way here and there's a cooling corpse of your former self behind the counter right now."
You blink once. Your mind churning to process the sentence. "Eh?" You... honestly don't know anything to say to this at all. Anything that he said must be true, you thought as your mind retreats to trying to continue processing what he said. You find yourself trying to consider the boggling implications of what he's saying and find yourself... surprisingly fine with the whole concept. For now at least.
But that doesn't mean the old man didn't notice your distress. "I wouldn't expect you to be fine, but, to my eternal shame, I can't help you much right now but to drop you off to a random world."
That is surprisingly helpful of him. "Out of this... wasteland? That's beyond of what I could do."
"Indeed. In addition, I've taken the time to cover up your... body and apply some light preservation techniques."
"I... suppose you're not giving me an answer on what happened?"
"In due time, Miss Alicia. I am trying to find out the answers as well. I will visit you in... where ever you find yourself in soon. No need to worry about yourself, I don't think." With those words, he rapped his staff to the floor, making the crystal glow deep blue once more. "The transportation spell will activate in a bit."
You sigh, still trying to process the entire thing in your mind. "Can I at least get your name?"
He smiled in the way that an old wise wizard could do. "You may call me The Guide."
"... That's not a name."
"True, but I refer myself in the way I want. And that'd be my name."
With that, you feel your vision blinded once more as pure flash of blue shone in your eyes.
You checked yourself, somehow having slept outside the counter, feeling your ears and eyes. You swore you felt your ears pop from... whatever happened. But you seem whole and hal-
-Why are you wearing the ring?
The tourmaline gem shines brightly on your left ring finger, seemingly inert and not doing anything. Your instinct flares as you activate the analytical lenses and check the ri-
The ring is out of magical energy. Okay. That's...substantially not good.
So you were knocked out, and the ring attached itself to your finger and oh...
You were too busy checking yourself to note outside the shop.
Sunlight no longer shines. No, what shone in its stead is a sheer kaleidoscope of colours. You mentally note that these colours shouldn't even exist but you don't care about that. No. You don't care. You need to go outside. You need to go outside.
You walked down the aisle and made your strode to the door. You must see the outside and go outside.
You open the door. You bask in the gloriously utter wrongness of the colours. Wonderful. Time to step out into the voi-
A hand grabbed the collar of your shirt. A blanket of cloak covered your eyes from the blinding view outside. The hand pulled you inside.
"What are you doing here? This isn't a place for morta- Oh, oh dear..." You can't place the tone or even the gender of the voice speaking to you, having the cloak still covering your eyes. Which is good because even as you close them, you can still see colours of sheer wrongness. What even is going on. "...Right, right. We will need to settle this carefully. Let's look back. Can you remember who you are?"
You nodded, still seeing the flashes of colour in your mind. "M-My name is Alicia Lemongrass, a shopkeeper. I uh, where am I? And for the matter, could you get the cloak out of my face?"
"Not yet, I need to do something first." You hear the footstep of the person as they made rounds around the store. You couldn't hear what they are saying, but judging from the pulsing of magical energy, they seem to be chanting something.
A few minutes pass as you try to shake off the phantom vision before light abruptly enters your vision as the cloak is lifted from your head.
You come face to face with an old and wizened man, carrying beside him a seemingly gnarled staff, topped with a shining blue crystal.
Oh, and the fact that his eyes are also glowing blue. "Miss Alicia, focus your eyes on this crystal of mine." You can identify his voice now, a very crisp yet gentle tenor that calmed you down as you nodded and focuses in. "Good. Now, this will sting a little." As he said that, the crystal glows brighter and brighter before emitting a blinding flash. You flinch and jerk backwards, blinking fervently. "That should do it. Now, do you realize where you are?"
"No." You said, unsure. "I was finishing up my transaction with a client when all the sudden, the ring, which was not on attached to my hand then flashed bright and...here I am."
The old man nodded. "Right, well. Okay." He seems to be deliberating on trying to tell you something, and you know from experience that the face he's making conveys a certain 'you would not like the news one bit'. "So, do you want me to traumatize you with the blunt truth?"
"Is there no other option?"
"Not really, no. Not with this sort of predicament."
You pause and ponder for a bit before sighing. "Okay, sure."
"You're now an undead lich stuck on the formless wastes of the worlds. You died on your way here and there's a cooling corpse of your former self behind the counter right now."
You blink once. Your mind churning to process the sentence. "Eh?" You... honestly don't know anything to say to this at all. Anything that he said must be true, you thought as your mind retreats to trying to continue processing what he said. You find yourself trying to consider the boggling implications of what he's saying and find yourself... surprisingly fine with the whole concept. For now at least.
But that doesn't mean the old man didn't notice your distress. "I wouldn't expect you to be fine, but, to my eternal shame, I can't help you much right now but to drop you off to a random world."
That is surprisingly helpful of him. "Out of this... wasteland? That's beyond of what I could do."
"Indeed. In addition, I've taken the time to cover up your... body and apply some light preservation techniques."
"I... suppose you're not giving me an answer on what happened?"
"In due time, Miss Alicia. I am trying to find out the answers as well. I will visit you in... where ever you find yourself in soon. No need to worry about yourself, I don't think." With those words, he rapped his staff to the floor, making the crystal glow deep blue once more. "The transportation spell will activate in a bit."
You sigh, still trying to process the entire thing in your mind. "Can I at least get your name?"
He smiled in the way that an old wise wizard could do. "You may call me The Guide."
"... That's not a name."
"True, but I refer myself in the way I want. And that'd be my name."
With that, you feel your vision blinded once more as pure flash of blue shone in your eyes.
Okay, it's more than a month since the last post but I have no intention of abandoning this Quest after putting a good deal of hours into it. I do need to get on gear for writing this. Expect a Sidestory post in a bit.
KlinkerKing
Man bites dog?
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- The Lion's Den
Glimpses of Things to Come
"Child, I beg of you, stay." The wizened old man calls out hoarsely from the bed. What bare skin peeking out of his bloodied bandages revealed patchworks of raw scars and sutures. Despite having no arms, not any more after yesterday, he still tries to reach out to the much younger man, currently on the process of wearing his chainmail armour.
Not that it'd be help against the Abominations.
"I cannot, grandfather. Not after hearing what has been said by the Fire Clerics. If what they say is true..."
---
The swordsman gurgled his last breath, his throat drowning with his own blood from the slice on the neck that he sported. He tumbled to the ground dead as his killer moved on to the next warrior in line.
The warrior yelled, making a charge at the killer. "Die you filthy abomi- hurk." A charge that failed as his lungs are pierced through, crimson blade jutting out of his back. Without a sound, the blade slides back out and without support, the body fell.
It's the twentieth body that fell dead tonight. The night is young and the Undead Moon is still up high. More must fall before It slumbers once more.
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" The faint girlish voice sounded from behind him. Two figures cloaked with garments as black as the night walked in silence, ensconced as they are in the dense forestry.
Suicide, is what they are practically doing.
"No. This isn't, my niece. But we must fulfill our duty. Even unto death, where we become Wanderers."
The niece said nothing in return, where they reached a clearing in the forest, where no trees nor vegetations grew.
Only a patch of cold sand where a chained body laid, trashing against the bindings that held it.
"Let us perform the Work."
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In the afternoon sunset atop the mountains, the festivities continued. Cheerful villagers chanted their hymns and songs, the great firepit, tended by the eldest amongst them, light up in a comforting heatwave.
"Are you ready, Chosen?" The eldest of the Tenders spoke out to the young man in front of him, barely eighteen summers, who looks positively excited.
"I am ready." The eldest Tender nodded and hand him the molten dagger.
"Then do it."
With the command, the Chosen sank the blade to his own heart.
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The shipwreck washed ashore in the cloudy morning, carrying in tattered hulls two people, cold and barely hanging onto the wreck. The two who were the sole survivors of the journey. Their arrival was watched by three masked people, standing on the beach.
"P-Praise be!" The first survivor, an old man, nearly bones by now, wept tears of joy as one of the watchers made their way to his side, carrying with him a jug of water and a piece of warm bread.
"W-Why? Why must I be only one to survive once more?" The other, a much younger man, cried tears of anguish instead, lamenting his cursed luck. The second watcher made their way to him, carrying the same thing as the first one did.
"Because it is fate." The third watcher spoke, the masculine voice muffled behind the bleached white mask, as he made his way to the survivors. "The journey is long and treacherous to reach the Court Beyond The Sea. Do not be sad that others did not make it. Remember their sacrifice instead." He carry with him two masks, both bleached white, and offered them to the two survivors.
"Remember that here, the King will guide us to salvation."
Not that it'd be help against the Abominations.
"I cannot, grandfather. Not after hearing what has been said by the Fire Clerics. If what they say is true..."
---
The swordsman gurgled his last breath, his throat drowning with his own blood from the slice on the neck that he sported. He tumbled to the ground dead as his killer moved on to the next warrior in line.
The warrior yelled, making a charge at the killer. "Die you filthy abomi- hurk." A charge that failed as his lungs are pierced through, crimson blade jutting out of his back. Without a sound, the blade slides back out and without support, the body fell.
It's the twentieth body that fell dead tonight. The night is young and the Undead Moon is still up high. More must fall before It slumbers once more.
---
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" The faint girlish voice sounded from behind him. Two figures cloaked with garments as black as the night walked in silence, ensconced as they are in the dense forestry.
Suicide, is what they are practically doing.
"No. This isn't, my niece. But we must fulfill our duty. Even unto death, where we become Wanderers."
The niece said nothing in return, where they reached a clearing in the forest, where no trees nor vegetations grew.
Only a patch of cold sand where a chained body laid, trashing against the bindings that held it.
"Let us perform the Work."
---
In the afternoon sunset atop the mountains, the festivities continued. Cheerful villagers chanted their hymns and songs, the great firepit, tended by the eldest amongst them, light up in a comforting heatwave.
"Are you ready, Chosen?" The eldest of the Tenders spoke out to the young man in front of him, barely eighteen summers, who looks positively excited.
"I am ready." The eldest Tender nodded and hand him the molten dagger.
"Then do it."
With the command, the Chosen sank the blade to his own heart.
---
The shipwreck washed ashore in the cloudy morning, carrying in tattered hulls two people, cold and barely hanging onto the wreck. The two who were the sole survivors of the journey. Their arrival was watched by three masked people, standing on the beach.
"P-Praise be!" The first survivor, an old man, nearly bones by now, wept tears of joy as one of the watchers made their way to his side, carrying with him a jug of water and a piece of warm bread.
"W-Why? Why must I be only one to survive once more?" The other, a much younger man, cried tears of anguish instead, lamenting his cursed luck. The second watcher made their way to him, carrying the same thing as the first one did.
"Because it is fate." The third watcher spoke, the masculine voice muffled behind the bleached white mask, as he made his way to the survivors. "The journey is long and treacherous to reach the Court Beyond The Sea. Do not be sad that others did not make it. Remember their sacrifice instead." He carry with him two masks, both bleached white, and offered them to the two survivors.
"Remember that here, the King will guide us to salvation."
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CharGen Part 6 (End)
You open your eyes to find that The Guide is gone and you're alone in The Wizard's Shelf. You look to the windows and see no horrifying mind-altering colours assaulting your senses. That's great.
Less great, you ponder as you take another glance at the ring on your finger, is that you're no longer human. A fact soon checked as you made your way to the counter to find, as The Guide had said, your body (or at least a body) covered in glowing blue fabric, perhaps signifying the preservation spell he mentioned. You see around the head region, a certain crimson dampness permeates and bloodied the fabric extensively.
You clutch your head, remembering the fact that you had felt something akin to your head popping out when you were transported. You force calm to yourself as you decide to refocus yourself, slumping with your back to the counter.
The Guide had asked if you remembered yourself. Time to check that more extensively.
So far, so good. Your memories for the basic things haven't degraded at all.
Less great, you ponder as you take another glance at the ring on your finger, is that you're no longer human. A fact soon checked as you made your way to the counter to find, as The Guide had said, your body (or at least a body) covered in glowing blue fabric, perhaps signifying the preservation spell he mentioned. You see around the head region, a certain crimson dampness permeates and bloodied the fabric extensively.
You clutch your head, remembering the fact that you had felt something akin to your head popping out when you were transported. You force calm to yourself as you decide to refocus yourself, slumping with your back to the counter.
The Guide had asked if you remembered yourself. Time to check that more extensively.
Name: Alicia Lemongrass
Age: 23 Winters
Occupation: Self-Employed Owner of "The Wizard's Shelf"
Age: 23 Winters
Occupation: Self-Employed Owner of "The Wizard's Shelf"
So far, so good. Your memories for the basic things haven't degraded at all.
Social Paradigms
｢An Offer You Can't Refuse｣
The trick of being a good merchant is to simply have something that the other party doesn't have and needed desperately. They'd go to all lengths in getting that item.
｢The Enigmatic Host｣
Being a magic-oriented trader allows one to be a bit more... grandiose. Many would consider your attitude to be sheerly pompous and self-serving, but the theatrical effects and result outweighs that in your mind~
You pause your musings, recalling your past. the Great Gil and his tenets are the closest thing you have to a... parental figure, what with all the time you spent from your childhood as a traveling merchant.
A traveling merchant is the one profession that you're pretty sure would've caused your death several times over. Between the harsh winters, banditry problem, or whatever magical madness that almost monthly terrorized the countryside (not to mention the collateral damages of the Subjugation Calls), it's almost a miracle you managed to survive into the 15th Winter.
A traveling merchant is the one profession that you're pretty sure would've caused your death several times over. Between the harsh winters, banditry problem, or whatever magical madness that almost monthly terrorized the countryside (not to mention the collateral damages of the Subjugation Calls), it's almost a miracle you managed to survive into the 15th Winter.
Ambition Paradigm
｢Drive of Greed｣
There's one thing in the world that you desire. It's money. Gold, silver, bronze... you need it.
And if there's one tenet from the Great Gil that you follow the closest is that "One Shall Always Make Profit". It's a simple tenet that you have, well had, followed. It's what allowed you to buy the shop at the ripe age of 18 Winters. It's what allowed you to survive through the years, what with the often bad weathers, broken wagon wheels, and the healing cost for the errant limb dismemberments.
Whatever dangers this new world holds, you hope it does not come with the sudden chance of limb loss.
Whatever dangers this new world holds, you hope it does not come with the sudden chance of limb loss.
Analytical Paradigm
｢Eye for Value｣
Through various means, be it magical or mundane, you have developed a talent for shifting through piles of trash to find the diamonds in the rough.
｢Once Fooled, Twice Appraised｣
No one trader boast a record of having spotless transaction capability. Somewhere in their life, they bound to make a mistake. The best you can do, in the event of making a mistake, is to check again, from a different angle if need be.
And hopefully, less people trying to swindle you with worthless junk. You've had enough of the 'this is a heirloom passed down for generations' excuse and 'this is definitely valuable'. No. Just no. There's a reason why you bought all those appraisal arrays and the reason why you broke the one tenet you hold most dear from the Great Gil and went into red that one time...
Combat Paradigm
｢Forewarned than Forearmed｣
The best combatant isn't the one who holds the best weapon. The best combatant is the one who knows what weapon his opponent is holding and how to counteract that.
... and also why you bought all that nice fancy restraint mandala. Though the regulation in the city allows shopkeeper to essentially be the king in their own shop, you're not all that enthused with the prospect of killing your customers. Even if they might prove to be something of a bother. Because trying to clean the bloodstains out of your shop would be a hassle.
At least on the road, you can leave the mess lying for nature to reclaim. Not so for a fixed domain.
Musing out of the way and you're pretty sure that you didn't have any loss in memory, or at least, not important ones. You stood up, and you now have one thing on your mind.
"What do I do now?"
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[] Okay so first things first, assess just where are you right now. You could hear no commotion outside, so you're pretty sure that you're somewhere in the wilderness. But again, where.
[] Money. You panic for a brief moment, worrying about your hidden stash of Gold and Silvers before relaxing after you made a mental check that the stash weren't disturbed at all during the chaos. You need to make a proper inventory on your wealth though.
[] Also, you need to make an inventory on all the items you have around the shop. The ground floor is where you put the usual sellable items, but you have a basement and upper floor storage-cum-house. Those are where you put the good stuffs.
[] Also, also there's a nagging feeling inside your brain that tells you that something is wrong. Okay, everything about the situation you found yourself in is wrong. But something about where you're at right now feels terribly wrong. You need to start thinking about self-defense. And maybe barricading the whole place.
[] Aside from all that, there's also the fact that you have a corpse. Right. The corpse. A quick scan using the arrays shows that, though the magic The Guide use is foreign and definitely different than anything you've seen, the preservation spell should last an entire week. You could hold off checking your own dead body later, you think.
[] And of course, with regards to yourself, your apparent lichdom. The Guide said that he might have answers, but you could try finding them yourself. Like... where is your soul right now? Or, why did you spawn with another body when you die? Or more importantly, the question on why you have a full flesh body in the first place. Last time you brushed your knowledge on the magical compendiums, Liches don't have fleshy bits... so what gives?
At least on the road, you can leave the mess lying for nature to reclaim. Not so for a fixed domain.
Musing out of the way and you're pretty sure that you didn't have any loss in memory, or at least, not important ones. You stood up, and you now have one thing on your mind.
"What do I do now?"
Vote the following based on Ranked Voting:
[] Okay so first things first, assess just where are you right now. You could hear no commotion outside, so you're pretty sure that you're somewhere in the wilderness. But again, where.
[] Money. You panic for a brief moment, worrying about your hidden stash of Gold and Silvers before relaxing after you made a mental check that the stash weren't disturbed at all during the chaos. You need to make a proper inventory on your wealth though.
[] Also, you need to make an inventory on all the items you have around the shop. The ground floor is where you put the usual sellable items, but you have a basement and upper floor storage-cum-house. Those are where you put the good stuffs.
[] Also, also there's a nagging feeling inside your brain that tells you that something is wrong. Okay, everything about the situation you found yourself in is wrong. But something about where you're at right now feels terribly wrong. You need to start thinking about self-defense. And maybe barricading the whole place.
[] Aside from all that, there's also the fact that you have a corpse. Right. The corpse. A quick scan using the arrays shows that, though the magic The Guide use is foreign and definitely different than anything you've seen, the preservation spell should last an entire week. You could hold off checking your own dead body later, you think.
[] And of course, with regards to yourself, your apparent lichdom. The Guide said that he might have answers, but you could try finding them yourself. Like... where is your soul right now? Or, why did you spawn with another body when you die? Or more importantly, the question on why you have a full flesh body in the first place. Last time you brushed your knowledge on the magical compendiums, Liches don't have fleshy bits... so what gives?