You awoke with a stir, your head pounding and your back aching. Slowly, you sat up, clutching your head. Opening your eyes you are met with a large white "screen" inches from your face, the words "congrats" were written on it.

C/n: What the heck?

The screen immediately changed, displaying a new message.

"Welcome to the World of Dungeons and Dragons, due to an oversight on Lady Death's behalf you were killed before your designated time. As a result, you have been transported to another world as a Gamer. Have fun. In order to progress, open your 'stats' menu."

C/n: Open Stats Menu?

With a momentary flash, the screen changed.

C/n
Race: Variant Human

Class: Wizard

HP: 8 (d6+2)

1st Level

INT: 15 (+1)

CON: 14 (+1)

CHR: 13

WIS: 12

DEX: 10

STR: 8

Gold: 5,000 (Gift from The Raven Queen)

C/n: I feel like I'm in one of those Fanfictions that I... TOTALLY don't read.

Below the list of stats was an Objective. Which was... become famous... Wow.

How do I get rid I this panel in front of my face?

Like magic, the panel of light disappeared.

This might actually be pretty cool.

You stood up and took in your surroundings. You were in an alley. Ten outta ten sleuthing abilities C/n, someone give me a medal for my outstanding skill. The walls were made of weathered grey brick and mud. The ground was plain old dirt and gravel, with a few patches of hay scattered about here and there. The whole area looked Medieval, which was kinda cool... the air is crisp and clean.  In fact, it is so clean, that it hurts because your lungs are used to polluted foul air.  You can pick up the scent of flowers in the distance, and the musty earthy scent of the dirt below you.  This is no dream, this is not like anything you've experienced prior.  This is utterly beautiful.

Looking at yourself, you noticed you were wearing a brown cloak, a simple red and black tunic with a simple leather and iron belt, and brown slacks.

Starting gear always sucks.

Checking your waist, you notice you were wearing a brown leather utility belt with fifteen different pockets.

Guess that's where my gold is.

A message suddenly popped up.

"Congrats: You have earned the ability Observe. By looking at a person or object, you can learn their respective stats and abilities. A higher Intelligence Score reveals more and more."

Cool, free shit.

Looking around you noticed the distinct sound of music... and Alcoholics. Deducing there is a Tavern nearby, you followed the sound. Soon you came across the tavern, it didn't look like much, basically a typical fantasy tavern. Shrugging your shoulders, you entered the building. As soon as you crossed the threshold of the door, a new message appeared.

"Congrats, you've found a safe house. Safe Houses act as temporary bases."

Alright, how do I turn tutorials off?

The bar was mostly empty, save for five drunkards of mixed elven sub-races, and an odd Bard. She was completely covered head to toe in thick black clothing, plucking away at an ebony lute.

You passed a few tables, plopping yourself down in the booth closest to the odd bard.

Observe.

Name: ??? ???

Race: ???

Class: Bard (???)

Level: 3rd Level

Danger Level: Potentially High

This Ability is basically useless at this point, oh well might come in handy later.

You looked down to the worn wooden table, deep in thought.

If this really is a DnD world, in order to "Become Famous" I'll need party members. I'm also very low level, so I'm very limited right now.

You didn't notice the Barmaid until she politely cleared her throat. You snapped your gaze, meeting her amber eyes.

C/n: I'm sorry ma'am, I was lost in thought.

The woman let out a choir of melodic laughter and batted her eyes at you flirtatiously.

Looking her up and down you took in her yellow skin, golden hair, and tall lithe frame.

High Elf... Could also be a Sun Elf.

Elf Barmaid: It's quite alright handsome, can I get you anything?

C/n: Just water, for now, please.

She wrote something down on a little notepad.

Also, why does she sound like a Southern Belle?

High Elf: Alright sugar, one water coming up. Just let me know if you want a stiffer drink.

C/n: Thank you, Ma'am.

The Elf woman walked away, a noticeable sway in her hips... she sure is working extra hard for her tip.

???: Are you new to this village?

You looked up and were met by the 'face' of the odd bard.

C/n: Yes I am.

The woman shot out a small dainty hand, stiffly and awkwardly presenting it for a shake.

... this bard must have used Charisma as her Dump Stat, which is just... all kinds of wrong.

Misty: Misty Blackcrag, it's a pleasure you meet you...

C/n: C/n.

You shook her hand.

Misty: Firm grip you got there, we don't get too many humans around these parts. Usually Elves and Fae Folk. So what brings you here?

She has a very.... bubbly voice. All in all, not at all unpleasant, maybe she just has a low Con Score?  Tall too, probably 6 foot even. She's likely an elf of some kind.

A new popup showed in front of you.

Develop a Backstory!

Warning: You only get one chance, the world will change as a result of your decision.

What?

You read the notification over and over again.  

Do I get to develop my backstory?  Goddamn this DM isn't beating around the bush, whomever they are, they just want me to spew it out?  Shit!  Alright think, I'm a Wizard... I'm Human, and seemingly somewhere near a Faewild Portal... goddamn I've always been so bad at juggling these things... it's why I'm a forever DM, it's so much easier with my Cheat Sheets... and DM Handbook.

Misty gave you a worried (I think) look, waving her hand in front of your face.

Misty: Y-You good there, you spaced out for a minute.

You shook your head, trying to clear it of the betraying thoughts.

C/n: It's a bit complicated...

I'll have no choice but to make things up as I go... damnit.

C/n: Do you want the long story or the short?

Misty: I'm curious, so the long story, please.

Come on foolish Drama Club middle school years, don't fail me now.

C/n: When I was a kid, my home village was attacked by a Drow Raiding Party... we knew we were close to a port to the... 'below,' and even did quite a bit of trading with the residents therein, but we never expected to be raided... it was such an unexpected betrayal.

Misty gasped, covering her... face with a dainty hand.

C/n: ... They murdered, raped, and pillaged everything and everyone they came across. I was, again, just a child at the time, so I was scared. I was also injured, pretty badly, so I did the only thing I could think of, I ran... It all happened so suddenly.  I remember hearing a soft rumbling, then feeling the ground shake.  I was with my mother at the time at the market... when a massive Purple Wurm burst from the ground in the village center, shrieking in agony... and blotting out the sun.  I've never seen anything so massive and terrible before or since.  Then the raiding party arrived, riding atop horrific beasts the likes of which only belong in nightmares.  It all happened so fast, the guards were killed so fast, and the people were rounded up and enslaved even faster.  I've been wandering ever since that day, never staying in one place long.

Misty: I'm so sorry C/n.

Her voice was laced with guilt and shame.

C/n: Why? It's not like you were there.

Misty: yeah...

Another popup shower before me.

Your Backstory has been set, you now have a large scar on your back. You also deal an additional d4 of extra damage to Drow Elves.

Custom Background Chosen, proficiency with Arcana, Survival, and Religion Acquired. 

Below that was another message.

Misty is now a friend.

Temperament towards you: Protective.

Protective huh? Wonder why, eh, maybe I'll find out later. She seems friendly enough.