Karsten Myhr was standing high up on what looked like the skeleton of an old farmhouse, trying to keep himself balanced on narrow, layered planks that he had studiously found out is called the 'top plate' of the house frame.

In his right hand there was a hammer, and in his left hand there was a nail. Clenching the hammer tightly so as to not drop it, he raised it over his head as he carefully made sure the nail was where (he believed) it was supposed to be, at the same time making sure that his grip on the pole didn't falter. A fall from this height would not serve him well, he reckoned. Then, putting all his strength into it, he swung the hammer - and the hammer struck true. It hit the mark right in the middle of the cuticle of the nail on his thumb, severing the nail from the finger entirely in an astounding display of force and unintended precision.

Curses flew from Karstens mouth as he yanked his left hand back from the pole… and promptly lost his balance.

Whilst falling to the ground, he had but a split-second to think about his own stupidity before his head was thoroughly impaled by a thin metal pole protruding from the foundation - in one temple and out the other.

His last words were thus: "SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHI-."

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Landing head-first on the ground with an "OUGH" and a cacophony of coughs, Karsten didn't immediately try to get up. He laid there motionlessly for a time, but when he regained some of his senses and noticed that he was lying in a deep puddle of mud, he put his hands under his torso and pushed himself to his feet with a jolt. There, he was met with a wave of vertigo bigger than he'd ever experienced before and staggered, then gracelessly fell backwards into a bush, disappearing from sight.

He then noticed something else about himself that sent his mind whirling in a hurricane of confusion. "I'm… alive…?"

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Follow Karsten's journey as he becomes an enigmatic Adventurer worth remembering in the grand land of Peretia!