
by Senriah
Newly minted adventurer Bartholomew Beaumont never expected that being an adventurer was dangerous. Within minutes of leaving the guild, some idiot put their Portable Hole into his Bag Of Holding, and he didn't have enough warning to brace himself before he was sucked into the Astral. At least, that's what he thought, but he found himself awakening buried in sands, with his items scattered about, but close by.
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