When I died at the ripe age of nineteen a god had asked me to help him access a fantasy world gone rogue. To do that, they needed me to live there for a month while they tethered their power to the world. I was pretty excited to use magic, so I quickly accepted. Landing in the middle of a snowy mountain, I ventured into the world, meeting warm tribesmen and cold royalty as I made my own mark on the world.