He awoke with a start. A soft female voice had brought him to.
“Jeese, Roland, you scared the hell out of me. The big moment hits and you pass out on me. I swear you stopped breathing for bit there.
The man stared at her blankly for a moment. He realized he was in a comfortable and very soft bed. It was a small room with a couple of oil lamps a vanity and a small freestanding closet. A couple of chairs and a small table completed the bare minimum of furnishings.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“I don't know.” Was his response.
“C'mon hon. I'll give you a few minutes, then it's my turn.” Her features turned seductive and lascivious as she began to rub her hands over his muscled chest. The man simply gave her a blank stare.
“What the hell's the matter with you!” She appeared to be getting angry. “You always get me off when I let you stay longer for free!”
Old instincts kicked in and he finally said to her. “I'm sorry sweetie. I think I just had some kind of episode or something. What day is it?”
“Sweetie!? I'll say you've had an episode. Day? It's night and it's Throrsday.”
“I...I mean the date.”
Now she looked sincerely worried. “It's Frostuary...what? It's the eighth. Are you ok?”
He thought to himself. “What happened. I just lost four months.”
His memory was fragmented, but he remembered the last thing he saw was a giant, green, lizard like and horribly scarred face.
He rose slowly from the bed completely naked and made his way to the vanity. When he looked in the mirror he was quite shocked.

Kavalla stared incredulously at the mirror for another few minutes. He touched his face, looked at his hands, and generally inspected his whole body. He looked to be twenty something, blue eyes and white blond hair. There were a few battle scars, but they weren't ones he remembered getting and the ones he did remember were no longer there.
The beautiful, painted and curvy girl came over to him mistaking his inspection for an attempt at arousing himself. He started at her touch.
“Whoa! Roland relax. What's going on.” Her look of lust changed to one of genuine concern. “Should I get Balthazar? He's with Lucy right now.”
“Ahhh. No. I'm really sorry. Whatever just happened has left me a bit out of it. I'll have to come back another day.”
She put on a pouty face then grabbed his chin making him look at her. She gave him a big kiss and in voice of concern and acquiescence she spoke. “Ok. Please take care of yourself. If you're going to face the Prime Minister you better have all your wits about you.
Again he gave her that blank stare. “Of course.” Was all he could say.

He gathered up unfamiliar clothes and got dressed. He began to leave and she spoke up again. “Can't I have another kiss?” She smiled coyly. He finally noticed she was quite beautiful and that he didn't know her name. He guessed he was supposed to. He gave her a kiss and as he did a knock on the door came and woman's voice called out.
“Abrielle! Abrielle! That Roland better not still be in there!”
“Shet! Lulu. Go out the window she whispered. No Lulu and thanks for waking me up!”
Abrielle was one of the few who got a window, but she was loyal to the business, so it wasn't an issue.
Kavalla went out the window into cold night air. “Good night Abrielle. I'll talk to you soon.” His last memory was of an early fall evening, a small fire and then lots of pain. Kavalla or Roland, climbed out on a narrow ledge then made his way to a metal downspout that carried water away from the roof to a barrel on the ground. Luckily it was well secured and he found himself at street level staring into the night in some city. It looked familiar, but he was so confused at the moment that he needed time to adjust to a new...body? What the hell happened.
Hell.
Some of it came back to him as a memory of Amodeus' face leaped into his mind. Amazingly the face then spoke to him. “Make your way to the docks. There you'll have answers.” Then it faded.
The docks? How cliché' he thought. He could smell the salt air now and realized he was in the capital of the realm of Messinar. Messinar was a large country with a great army and navy. Unlike many lands that were ruled by kings or some such overlord, Messinar was run by a parliament that was overseen by a Prime Minisiter. What did this Roland have to do with parliaments and Prime Ministers?
Kavalla knew where the docks were and made his way there...

Story, characters and setting are all original by me. The context, dragons, magic and artifacts are all based in an Advanced Dungeons and Dragons universe, going on my knowledge of the game from the 80s to early 90s. It's my own world/multiverse creation, but I don't think I'll ever have the time to use it, so I'll write about it and illustrate it.

Thanks for looking and your interest. Comments and critiques are always welcome.