I don't know what happened. One minute, I was fighting for my life against a terrorist who had taken hostages. I was sent in with the rest of the rangers of my squad to take em down and save the hostages. What I didn't count on was one of these terrorist dropping down on me with a knife. After that, it's all a blur of a battle of strength as the knife kept lowering and rising above my chest. After what felt like minutes, everything went black. And now I woke up here in the middle of this field in nothing but my tactical cargo pants and a basic military white t-shirt and my K-Bar knife.

I looked around at the giant field. I was unsure of where I was. I looked around, and all I could see were hills of grass and what looked like a ye old village. "Where the fuck am I? A Renaissance fair?"

I sighed as I started walking towards the village in hopes of getting an idea of what's was going on and where I was. It would be a long walk, but a cool breeze kept me going in hopes of finding answers.

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Throughout the land, a magical pulse of energy was felt by any who could even make a spark magic. A power like this had not been felt before as if a fountain of mana had flown from the heavens landing directly in the middle of the province of the Empire. Balthasar Gelt marched forward the halls of the great hall towards the throne of Karl Franz. In the capital of Altdorf, many of the mages and wizards of the Empire were freaking out over this wave of magic.

"Is it chaos magic?!"

"No, it's a sign from Sigmar!"

"No, it's too pure! It can only be a sign from old dead gods that they support us!"

"SILENCE!" A voice of Authority carried out over the royal court as many of the nobles and mages came to silence. Atop a throne sat King Karl Franz in full royal regalia. Upon his face was a look of pure authority and power but not without humility and honor. "I WILL NOT HAVE MY COURT TURNED INTO PURE SPECULATION! What do we know?"

"My liege. I know the exact location that this power has landed. And from what I can tell, it is moving slowly towards a nearby village in the area." Balthasar Gelt spoke loudly with his own pride. Beneath his golden mask, his smirk radiated confidence.

"Do you know if this magic poses a danger to my people?" Karl stood up and walked towards the wizard.

"I am unable to determine as of yet my liege. But I can have a force intercept it before it reaches the village. Volkmar the Grim is on a return back from his successful campaign defense against the a chaos incursion from the northern lands of the Norsca raiders."

"So which town is this mysterious power moving towards exactly?" Karl asked as he closed the gap between them.

"Grunberg." Balthasar Gelt said as he pulled up a map.

"That's right up the river from here. Either this is divine providence or diabolical strategy." Karl said, stroking his chin. "Send word for Volkmar to lock the settlement down til you and other mages arrive to investigate."

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I had got to the town and was instantly hit with the smell of livestock and old speaking English. I instantly doubted that I even landed somewhere I would recognize. I asked around at first, hoping someone would help me by directing me to a phone booth. Instead, all I got were looks of confusion and bewilderment. Either these larpers were hard-core, or I was somewhere else entirely. I had found a place to sit down in front of some type of fountain running a hand through my hair as I looked around.

Everywhere I went or looked was unbelievable bunches of people in ye old clothes about yet not one spoke in a normal sentence or accent I could recognize. I looked into the water of the fountain and saw my reflection. My short black hair was messy due to sweat and frustration, and my silvery blue eyes gleamed with confusion. I still had a nasty cut on my cheek that never healed right.

"You okay there, friend?" I looked up to see a man with a polearm wearing what looked like a local guard uniform had approached me. On his upper right chest was an emblem of a golden griffin.

"Honestly, I don't know. I either bumped my head really hard, or I'm going crazy." I sit on the edge of the fountain shaking my head.

"I see..... where are you from?" The guard asked, looking me up and down with a strange look.

"America." I state plainly.

"Never heard of it....... whose it's ruler?"

"Some asshole who can't remember anything." I chuckled as I looked up. "Where am I, by the way?"

"Grunberg..... in Reikland." I give him a similar confused look.

"I must apologize, man. I have no idea where that is."

"I'm going to have asked you to join me at the jail til we can get more understanding between us, sir." The guard said, tensing up for a fight.

"That's completely fair. Lead the way, man." I stand up as the guard let put a breath of relief.

"Oh, thank sigmar." I then was escorted to the jail and sat in a cell with a bunch of pickpockets and thieves as my knife was confiscated

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"I see. I shall do so with haste." Volkmar looked upon the orders that had been sent by pigeon. He was told to march through Grunberg to maintain its security due to unknown forces having possible entering it. Luckily, it was but less than an hours march with his remaining forces, which could use some replenishment in a well traded town with a ferry system that spanned most of the empires River networks

"My lord, what are our orders?" A captain asked, approaching Volkmar.

"We are to march on Grunberg and lock it down til Balthasar Gelt and his mages get there to investigate a strange magic that has landed within our region." Volkmar said from atop his chariot with the magics and symbols of Sigmar radiated from it.

"Yes, my lord." The captain spoke with reverence before turning to his underlyings and relayed the orders. Word spread quickly with both orders and speculation of what was happening. The men could only assume what was happening as they marched upon the trade town of Grunberg. Would there be ruinous forces lying in wait? Have the dark elves launched a raid in broad daylight? Or was this just a new training routine? No one knew.

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I laughed loudly as I sat across from the guard captain as he told me about his day. When I had been brought forth to the jail, I was expecting to be throw in old, timey shackles, but the captain was a laid-back man since he knew there was a relative peace around the town. "And so the thief tried jumping out the window, and his pants caught on some glass, ripping it to shreds." I laughed harder at the image.

"Ah criminals never prosper." I chucklebas i wipe a tear from my eye.

"Aye, they shall never find a foot hold in this town while I am in charge." The captain nodded with pride.

"That reminds me of a raid in preformed with my brothers. This crazy lunatic had strapped bombs to himself, threatening to blow up our headquarters. When he pressed the detonation button, it sparked, but nothing happened. We then piled on the guy and beat the crap out of him." I laughed as I chuckled. "Afterward, we realized it was a poor constructed bomb and the detonator was never connected."

"Aye such men while passionate are almost never educated folk." The captain laughed more. "You know. When my men brought you in for questioning foreigners, I was expecting a language barrier or even nefarious intent."

"And now, captain?"

"I see that you are a soldier just like me, who I can tell went through a lot." He ran a finger down his cheek, referring to my own scar. "I believe you are a good man. My gut says so."

"And you Captain seem a man who is fair but orderly. I hope that in your tenure as guard captain that this town never falls." I nod my head, giving the proper respect due.

Before either of us could really continue, another soldier guard burst in looking slightly worried.

"Sir, 3 company of soldiers bearing Volkmar the Grims sigil has been seen on the horizon." The soldier said put of breath.

"I see. Prepare the guard to receive them then. We shall welcome the grand Theogonist Volkmar as best as we can with such little notice." The soldier nodded, leaving.

"Forgive me, but is Volkmar some important figure within your culture?" I question genuinely confused as the captain guard looked at me as if I had sprouted 3 heads.

"He is the Grand Theogonist. He is a renowned figure for the cult of Sigmar. His faith spread all throughout the empire, shining bright upon us in the darkest of times. How have you never heard of him even when you have not resided within our borders?"

(A/n: A theogonist is a person who is an authority on theogony, which is the origin and descent of the gods.)

"Huh, so he's a religious head.... and let's just say that.... my knowledge of this land is severely limited." I say as I stand up. "Can I meet him?"