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Primitives. Great. Just great. Reverting his body back to normal, John was considering his words carefully. These superstitious morons obviously have no concept of celestial bodies, let alone the fact that some other places can be different. Best course of action was to describe the wench, unfortunately John was quite bad with descriptions.

"At first, she appeared young woman in her early to mid twenties, with blue eyes and long white hair. She was wearing a white bodysuit which had many glowing lines of blue and purple, forming circuit-like patterns. She also had angelic... uhh... bird like wings which looked like they were made of pure, white light. She also was glowing."

"Then after telling me that she has given me this power, she changed. Her hair turned black, the glowing lines on her clothes became red and purple, her wings became bat-like and quite dark, and her eyes turned red. "Many forms of power come at a price. And the price for yours... is your freedom." That's what she said to me. Apparently, she wants us to kill the powerful beings of this world, take their power as our own and to challenger her pantheon... and her, if we ever want to go home. Does this make any sense for you? Because it does not for me. And most likely, my buddy here had the same dream."

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Well... crap...

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These elves considering the some sort evil, tainted creatures. Demons? The little bitch deity was considered evil around these parts. And of course, both John and Darius were pawns in some grand scheme of hers. But pawns either get sacrificed or promoted to a more powerful piece, and John counted on the latter happening.

One of the elves mentioned "corrupted Life magic", which implied some sort of system, categorization. Also Darius' power was considered "pure elemental". So human-like, to establish a connection, trying to put life into neat little drawers that make sense. Even these bow armed primitives displayed rudimentary analytical skills. That relaxed John, as willfully ignorant people is something he can't stand, like anti-vaxxers back on Earth. So stupid, in face of overwhelming evidence. Thankfully, at least these three show a possibility of someone intelligent around here, well intelligent for the level of their current development.

Eventually, the elves lowered their bows, yet still tense, waiting for answers. My name is John, and the man here is named Darius. We are both from a planet... err... world called Earth mainly inhabited by creatures like us - humans. He started slowly lowering his hands. "One day I go to sleep just like every day, and get a very vivid dream in which a strange, shape-shifting female gives us instructions. From what I understand, she wants us to defeat and absorb six powerful beings of this land to be allowed to go home. And then we woke up in a building back there." He points towards the approximate location of the temple. "Back on Earth we have no magic and we certainly have no Gods or Goddesses, not real ones anyway. So I hope you understand that we know absolutely nothing about this land, the inhabitants and it's customs. John raises his hands a bit, observing them. With these two hands, he will forge his legend in his world, in time.

"Do not be alarmed, I will slowly show you what powers I created for myself. Make no mistake, back in my world my knowledge of the human body was nearly unmatched. I simply conjured up what I thought would give me the best fighting chance against the strange bear that attacked us." He spoke, as he very slowly activated both his claws and his armor, once again raising his arms in the air to appear as non-threatening as possible. After all, any kind of surprise or secret should be taken care of right here and now. "There it is, my claws and armor. Could you explain what this corruption is even supposed to be?" John said as he reverted back.

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Humanoid creatures looking just like Tolkien's elves approached them, none too friendly. Darius was quite nervous seeing them, were they the cause of his death? Either way, this was quite something. Elves. Pointy ears, tall, lean and armed with bows. This raised some questions whether these elves are based on human fiction, or is human fiction based on this world somehow. Nevertheless, John was hatching a plan in a case this all goes awry, and Darius probably did as well. If worst comes to worst, John gets to test his latest idea. If it works like he thinks it works, he will be able to make short work of these three assailants as well.

"Captain! One of them... he... it bears the Blightmother's taint!" That phrase sent all of the elves on edge. Blightmother? Interesting name for the deity that stole them away from Earth. It was obvious the little bitch goddess had her secrets, but why she would be called Blightmother of all things.

John waited a bit for Darius to start talking - after all, John isn't a very good socialite, talking he does for a living. But that wasn't happening, and they don't get anything out of killing those elves - the two can't remain outcasts forever. John raised his hand in the air, trying to adopt a non-threatening stance. "Listen, we were taken away from our home world and just awoken here with powers we never had before. And now we have strangers pointing arrows at us. This... Blightmother... took us against our will and brought us here. We know nothing of this land. You want answers, we want answers - that exchange would be easier without the imminent threat of violence."

Just in case, John was ready, hopefully Darius was too. The encounter with the Bear humbled John, as he seriously considered the possibility that these three elves were pretty much Legolas, or worse. Either way, if a fight breaks out, there's nothing they will be able to do about it.

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Great. They have a destination and a goal. The road is set. John is temped to ask a question just how Darius died, but it didn't really matter. Outside was his corpse. Both creepy and fascinating. Standing over his own body, John examines the wound. "Looks like the wound tried to regenerate before I died. But I've lost too much blood before the regeneration could make a difference. Interesting..." Indeed, there were clear signs of regeneration. While it wasn't some kind of comic book instant regeneration, it was still there. Where his now black blood was splattered on the ground, the vegetation has withered and died, forming small patches of decay. Armor with acidic retaliation, decay-inducing blood, envenomed bone claws and minor constant regeneration - these are John's current capabilities, for now. And now, it was time to go.

Well I'm done here Darius. Lead the way.

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This is moving real slow, for my group at least.

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John

So, this guy Darius and him were the only ones left. Since no one else is in the pods, the others are alive at the very least. John was eager to explore, but first they should try and find some kind of civilization here. A base of operations so to speak. Depending on the state of society in this land, John could have invaluable expertise. Or at least he counts on the fact that his knowledge will be one of a kind and extremely useful to whatever settled place he goes. He was irreplaceable back on Earth. But here, without his sophisticated machinery and software, he's pretty much a very knowledgeable apothecary. Except he doesn't really know any of these plants. Nor did he back on Earth. If he needed something, he would either synthesize it in the lab or get it delivered to him. But John viewed it as a challenge. Yet another way to learn something new and improve himself. Maybe he could learn to analyze biological structures with magic?

"So, Darius, let's go on an adventure, shall we?" John beckoned his companion as he was heading out. "W have much to do, and standing around here is rather dull, don't you think."

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So our third group member isn't showing up huh...

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It's dead. I'll revive it again someday I suppose.

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After roughly an hour, the pod opened. Or rather, three pods. A familiar fellow got out of it, another was an older guy, not part of the original group. The other three were not here, so it means they are alive and well. Probably. Now the question that was pounding John's head was whether they were originals or clones.

"Aside from the new guy here, I feel an important question needs to be asked. Were we actually resurrected, or are we just clones of the now dead original selves?" he asked the two. Does it even matter though? Even if they are clones, they still have all the ambitions and desires of the original, as well as their knowledge, so nothing is really lost. Or is it? John remembers his death, or rather the cause of it before losing his conscience. He does remember being restored during that hour, but still... In the long run, whether John is now just a clone of John or still the original mattered little. Being a clone wasn't even the big problem. It's the fact that John did not know the answer to this question. It is HIS field. He cloned several lesser organisms. Why can't he find an answer about himself? Maybe the process is imperfect and some minor details are lost in the process? "Do you have any gaps in your memory? Anything minor missing in your head that you KNEW it was there before?" John asked the other guy nervously. He needed confirmation... Of some sort.

But it was rather easy to check. Quickly darting outside and simply checking the wall nearby John sees his lifeless corpse, with a gnarly wound. Heading back in, now as calm as ever. "So, there's my corpse there outside. We're clones. Let's hope the cloning process has no imperfections." In no hurry, John now waited for the response of other guys. Strength in numbers and all that. "Oh and I'm John, Meditech's Head Bio-engineer. Looks like I wasn't been able to properly introduce myself while dying." Being professional is important, he thought to himself as he reached for a handshake with the other two guys. Besides, while they may not know his last name, strangely enough, they WILL know Meditech. After all, it's one of the largest Pharma corporations in the world. Err, on Earth.