So Harlyn could vaguely remember the accident that had led to his last passing. Some kind of fall, he had landed on his head, that he remembered but, everything was rather scrambled.
Harlyn lay there almost feeling as if his head was in a pool of warm water. He stood up almost falling down again. He caught himself on the wall and looked out to see armies amassed out in front of him fighting. That was the least interesting thing as Harlyn had seen armies of all types before. What he had never seen before was the great blue dome that was spread out over the castle he was standing in and the armies out in front of him. There was some kind of great blue line at the center that came up from wherever the thing was being generated at.
When Harlyn looked down again he could see there was a bow and arrow down by his feet. As his head dipped forward he felt the warm water on his hair come slowly dripping down. It wasn't water as he thought, it dripped a big red drop of his blood down at his feet. Pressure. Harlyn thought to himself as he put pressure on his head.
"*&$%@#*(^*)#@" unintelligible expletives leaked from Harlyn's mouth in his new voice. The voice of a grizzled old war veteran. Probably why he got archery duty. A little too old to be out on the battlefield maybe. He looked down at his overweight stomach, and not in the best shape either.
The expletives were caused by the immense amount of pain he felt when he reached up and tried to apply pressure. Harlyn fell to his knees as he cursed the pain.
"MEDICCCCC." Called another man from nearby. He came and told Haryln. "Lay down slowly."
The man began giving him questions to answer while occasionally screaming "MEDICCC." at the top of his lungs. "What's your name?" He said while tearing a piece of his cloak off. "Do you know where you are?" He said while gently putting the cloak against Harlyn's injured head.
A medic came over and began to take over work on Harlyn's skull. The first man staying with. "I'm still here just keep talking don't fall asleep. My name is Gareth. Just keep your eyes open and talking ok." He continued to talk to Harlyn while the medic worked. Harlyn wasn't sure if this was another bad start or not yet. He definitely still felt woozy, like he might not make it. What was happening here, and did he even want to live long enough to get involved. Maybe this other soldier could provide some answers if Harlyn could figure out the right questions.