It's awkward trying to line up with your contorted body on the river bank. One arm is tucked behind you back, you legs are at strange angles and you head lolls to one side. It takes a moment to arrange you ghost form so, and you wonder why you are doing this as you go but it just feels like the right things to do. The demonic angel is standing directly over you when you look up, the long blue-flame licked blade positioned over you heart. It raises the blow for the lethal plunge when you feel a click. Color flows back into the landscape and, in that instant, the angel of death is gone.

Maybe it was just a hallucination due to swallowing so much water? You think as you cough the water out of your lungs. It is a long process, there is a lot of water, so you have plenty of time to consider this idea. When you are able to take your first calm breath you are certain that is the case. Besides, people just don't die and come back because they beat Death to their corpse. If that were the case no one would die. You did, however, come close to drowning.

Your clothing is oaked through and your hair is dripping wet and tangled with branches and leaves. One cold foot reveals you've lost a shoe in the water but you can move the foot, and leg. And your arms, head, everything, it looks like you escaped injury free. Now you're wet and lost in a forest, with only one shoe. Over the bubbling of the river you hear voices some distance behind you. You toss the other shoe into the river to go find it's mate, ditch your socks (you're going to regret that later), and walk barefoot towards the voices.

The river seems to have swept you towards civilization of sorts. You stand several paces away from a road that leads to a gate set in a tall wall. It looks like entrance to some sort of medieval faire. People are lining up and crowding to get past a handful of men in leather armor. They are dressed in simple clothing: skirts, wool pants, long shirts with ties instead of buttons, floppy hats, boots. It's not as colorful or festive as renessaince festival, though, and these people are pulling carts or riding horses, not waving tickets and carrying water bottles. It's like you've been transported back a thousand years even that's impossible. You can either stay here on the side of the road and try to figure this out or join the mass of people trying to gain entry to what lies beyond the guarded walls.

I'll mix in with people and go in what I suspect is a city.

I'll watch from here before I throw myself into a situation with armed guards.