Free Otherlife Nightmares: The Selfless Hero Trilogy by William D. Arand Page B

parchment sat in the document section of his inventory. It still had the gold border that highlighted items that had yet to be inspected. It was listed as unique and tradable.
    He vaguely remembered looting it from Lord Wrinkles back at the Orc Fort.
    Shaking his head, he chalked it up to his own carelessness. He’d forgotten completely to fix his religious affinity as well.
    Regrets upon regrets, as of late.
    He pulled the document up and inspected the item, inadvertently activating it by doing so.
     
    Deed of Land-
     
    This item identifies you as the owner of North Wood Fort and all lands and items inherent to it. This may be traded or sold at the owner’s convenience.
     
    Grant: North Wood Fort and its attached lands.
    Expansion: This may be expanded upon depending on purchasing rights for the region.
    Law: No laws set.
    Tax Rate: No tax set.
     
    Edit Land Configuration
    Yes/No
     
    Congratulations! Server first: Land Owner
    You’ve earned 1,000 fame
     
    Shocked, he agreed and opened the Land Configuration window. The window could only be described as complex, and he immediately regretted even looking at it. He didn’t have the patience or time for this right now.
    He set the immigration to open, tax to one percent, and closed it. It had to do for now. Not to mention, there was no one there anyways. He had bigger things to worry over.
    Kingdoms to save, knights to rescue, princesses to kidnap. A very nonexistent skull throne.
     
    You should rest, Runner.
     
    “I didn’t even know you cared, sweetie. Why, wanna come to bed with me?” he teased, stretching his arms behind his head. She was right of course.
     
    I have always gone to bed with you.
     
    Laughing, he slapped his knee and stood up. He had no doubt that she meant she went dormant when he did. She had focused her attention around him since he happened to be the only one she could communicate with. Collapsing into his bed, he closed his eyes.
    “G’night, dear,” he mumbled sleepily.
     
    8:57am Sovereign Earth time
    11/07/43
     
    Katarina and Thana stood together at the back of the throne room. They were prepared to depart after the day’s events were concluded, dressed in their gear. Both had their new items on display. Katarina had her shield resting against her knee and Thana held her staff firmly beside her.
    Runner stood in the audience section with Nadine and Hannah. He needed to speak with the king before he’d be allowed to leave with his “niece.”
     
    I am unsure of what this will do. I will alert you should things change.
     
    Scratching at his nose, he felt unease in his heart. The plan to reveal all and send the whole quest line crashing down had as much likelihood of going catastrophically wrong as it did of awakening everyone in the room.
    Srit would be right in being a little nervous.
    Can she even be nervous? I mean, she’s not Awakened yet, not really. Can she feel?
    Blinking a few times, he returned to reality as the king seated himself in his throne. The herald thumped his staff twice into the ground, the deep booms reverberating throughout the hall.
    “His Majesty shall now hear the case against Petros Damalis, son of House Damalis. Bring the accused forward.”
    A Sunless man was carried forward with his feet dragging along behind him. No one could deny the treatment of the prisoner was severe. He sported a variety of status ailments and his health hung in the red zone.
    “Your Majesty, rather than waste your time with this, I’ve already prepared the case for you. I assure you the proof is incontrovertible and the man is guilty,” Virgil said from beside the king.
    Of course you’d say that, your own quest runs right through him.
    Clearing his throat, Runner stepped into the center of the throne room. Gently easing one of the man-at-arms aside, he rested his hand on the young knight’s shoulder. Looking up, he caught the king’s eyes and held them.
    “Your most honorable Majesty, I’m afraid I must make you