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Mhey Sharren POV
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Pain, anger, burning, screaming, hate, pain, paIN, PAIN!
All I could feel was unending agony. My soul felt like it was burning in the warp! I wanted to scream, my lungs cried out, my heart hammered. For hours on hours it felt like, until… slowly, it began to fade. I couldn’t control myself , and my aura flew everywhere around in thick, psykic tendrils. Pain, anger sorrow. These feelings flew though the air in invisible waves.
I could vaguely hear cry’s and screams of pain. But that wasn’t my focus. It was first on relief. I wasn’t dead… my soul stone survived? But… I heard it through my soul… I heard her call. Hungry, hunGRY. I began to shake in place. Terror flowed through my entire being. I heard her…
My soul began weeping. Too much. Far too much. Even Khaines might wasn’t helping. I was- was-… I was almost consumed in true unending agony… May Khaine protect me from that fate.
I began praying, again and again, still shaking. Where was I? I was supposed to die? Where was my death? Did I fail?
These thoughts spun around and around, turning into self hatred. I felt it. All around me. The warp, it was… calm. Tranquil even. The world felt truly alive. I was not where I was…
I looked around myself, and realized I could see clearly around me for a foot! At distance, it began to get blurry until it returned to the natural colorful mass. I retrieved my energy’s from around me. If I were in the craftworld, it would have been akin to screaming in everyone’s ears. But I felt justified in loosing control. My soul was almost consumed after all.
To center myself, I began reviewing my memory. I began to realize as I worked through it, that many things have been lost. As I checked again and again, I realized something terrible. My promise, I forgot it…
‘It was a long time coming’ I told myself again and again. It helped not a bit. I wanted to hit something, cry, scream… everything was calm… the world too calm… free of taint… I hated it. It meant all I knew was gone… the galaxy, my craftworld, my people… I was alone.
As I sat in silence, hating myself and pitying myself in equal measures, I heard a ding in my very being.
DING: Initializing…
Welcome traveler, to planet - Ferria.
System initializing…
Initialized.
To see your status, say or think, “status”.
As I saw this, I was confused? What in the name of the hated foe was this? Status? System? What was going on? Nothing made sense anymore. So, whit nothing else to, I thought ‘Status’.
Name: Mhey Sharren
Age: 4,845
Race: Eldar: (Deceased)
Attributes:
VIT-9
PER-3
STR-8
DEX-7
END-9
INT-10
WIS-10
Primary class:
Skills:
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Secondary class:
Skills:
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Innate skills/Defects
1. Wraithbone Body - You have a body of almost unheard-of quality. Strong, malleable, and maneuverable. With mana or psykic power, one is able to control, power, and repair this body.
2. Psykic Being - An Innate psykic being, born from a long line of psykers. This forgotten tallent allows for many things in the world.
3. The Wraithblade's Sight - Due to death, and the implanting of your soulstone into the wraithblade construct, it suffers from wraithsight. Without a fix, the physical world of realspace appears to you as an ever-shifting melange of shapes and colors. Sometimes, this can incapacitate you.
4. Khaine's Wrath: When in the heat of battle, the power of Khaine, the Eldar god of war flows through you. At times this can cause such immense hatred that all in 50m can feel it. It can also cause a berserk state in which one looses themselves to the power of khane.
5. The lost Honorbound Guard - Even in death, you serve your home. To the last you fought twice over. Your duty is done, but your faith and honor remains. What path you choose, is now yours alone. By Khaine's last gift, choose your path. +2 all stats.
As I looked, I was surprised. My name, age, race, and my death were all noted in this status…
As I looked, I saw something called attributes. It looked to be a listing of abilities… for myself? That made sense I guess… they we’re all rather low… She wasn’t that weak! She dueled THREE blood letters! And won! This was an insult to her and her ability. At least her skills made some sense. Why, if she had her way with whoever-
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Warning! You have no class selected. Classes are the jobs and professions one takes for ability’s and attributes. Warning! Not having a class will hamper one’s abilities and survival chance! Would you like to see class options?
Classes… Why would this be a thing? Do they not know their own path? I mean, one’s parents did assist in choosing their paths sometimes, but… this was a bit much. It all was… I want to cry… so much has happened, so much was ripped away from me…
No. No, I must stay strong… Even if it’s only for myself. I was Mhey Sharren, warrior of Mir-Marren, Wraithblade, faithful of Khaine, and still bound by my promise. Even if I have lost it, I could feel it guiding me. It was comforting.
So, with only a few doubts, I thought yes to class selection.
Ding: Class selection started.
Classes are an integral part of one’s path in life. One’s class upgrades at level 100! Beware, classes effect all!
Class options:
Farmer (common) - A basic farmer, one to plow fields and grow crops. Raise animals and occasionally build buildings. The backbone of nations and empires.
Smith (common) - A basic smith, one to make tools and equipment, weapons and armor. The backbone of nations and empires.
Warrior (Common) - A basic warrior, just starting on her journey. Fight, defend, adventure, discover. Your path is as wide as the sky and as dangerous as you make it.
Apprentice Mage (Uncommon) - You’ve the gift of magic! Mana flows about the world, and you are one to grasp it, and shape it. Your journey begins now!
Undead Warrior (Uncommon) - A warrior in life, a warrior in death. Your need to fight is unending. Fight on through all in your path!
Undead Soldier (Rare) - Your duty unending. Your will is as steel. Fight for duty until you pass from this world.
Undead Mage (Epic) - As in life, your talent with magic lives on after your demise. Become that with your enemies fear, and rain magic from the sky’s to end them.
Wraithblade of Khaine (Unique) - Even in death you serve your craftworld. Even in death you serve Khaine! Your rage is his, your duty unending. Your will, unstoppable. Fight for Khaine! And live to serve your duty onwards!
The lost Wraith (Unique) - Your duty is ended. Your kin gone. And yet, you remain. Your path is no longer dictated for you. You must choose your path! Master your fate! Find your purpose once more, and find duty again!
As I read through the options, I thought first apron the odd options of smith and farmer. And what was common? Did it mean there were lots of each? What did it mean class upgrades? But I moved on, and while the undead options hurt, it was the truth. Without the infinity circuit, I was truly a walking soul…
As I got to The first unique, was what I would assume is like a battle priest. It’s truth rang true. But… it wasn’t quite right. Something didn’t fit. So, I read the last option.
As I read, I couldn’t help but feel pain and sadness. It was also truth, but of a raw kind. And this class just rubbed salt in the wound. But… It was honest. For thousands of years, I lived and did die by my craftworld. And I regret nothing. But, if I am alone, why not do what I want? Would it stain my honor?
As I thought about the question, I thought it wouldn’t. My choices have always been my own, and as long as I stand by the principles I always have, I will not dishonor myself.
In the end, the choice of class was simple, but heart rending.
Ding: You have chosen the class - The Lost Wraith
Attribute gains per level:
2x VIT/STR per level
1.5x DEX/END
1x WIS/INT
.25x PER
Congratulations for choosing a class! You are now a level one ‘The Lost Wraith’!
Congratulations! For killing an enemy from a different universe, you have gained 2 attributes in each stat!
Warning! The Goddess approves of your actions.
The first thought in her soul was simple.
’WAIT, THE GODS ARE NOT DEAD?’
I didn’t know what to think… from the message in blue it said that I killed a being from another universe. That implies that I am in another universe, or at least a different galaxy. So it likely wasn’t the eldar gods. But… there could be gods… I don’t know how to feel.
After an indeterminate amount of time, I let it drop. A problem for another day. In fact, I had run out of immediate problems. And now, she was forced to look into the real world.
As I looked about, I was in a room with only one sore. My body was still repairing, so with my new skill, I focused on repairing herself. I felt the usual psykic power, as well as something… else. Mana? Perhaps. It took well over an hour, or so I thought to repair myself. Time was still difficult to discern. Mana and the psy powers inherent to my kind were rather similar. Two sides of the same coin? Perhaps.
However long it took, I looked pristine, but… my sword was missing… Did some human take it? The thought filled me with rage. Even other eldar did not dare touch a Wraithblades blade. It was asking for punishment. Even if they couldn’t use it, it dishonored her.
She slowly got up, and tried to get the door to open, but it was locked. Without a care, she punched the door by the handle, and it subsequently splintered. I had to bend down to exit, almost folding in half. As I went into the corridor, I saw humanoid like shapes of color everywhere in the building. Was the room cutting off my senses? Probably.
I heard shouts in some language I didn’t know. It only made me more pissed. I knew a calm and objective approach was probably key, but I was in no mood. I searched for my sword, and it was in a room with the highest concentration of humanoids. I began walking in that direction, taking the fastest path.
As I walked, I saw men with swords, maces, and axes. Not many, only 10. It didn’t sway me in the slightest. Soon, one of those armed beings rounded a corner. It froze in shock, and I assaulted its mind. I ripped its memory’s from it so she could learn. It was a human. And as I looked through his memories, I saw humans and other races living together. They even had those ‘elves’. Nock off eldar.
It was so confusing, and slightly worrisome. I had no idea what some of those were. Dwarves, elves, fey, and more. It was all so worrying.
The human collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. From a quick examination of its mind, it was alive, but it would be in pain for well over a month. Too bad. It’s not my problem. I continued, and soon reached my goal.
I smashed in the door, and saw my prize. My sword lay on a table off to the right in plain view, and five beings were in the room. Two were close to one laying down while the other to were talking in the corner. I heard screams and yells. I felt power in the room begin to build. It was too late.
My sword, long with me through hundreds of battlefields lay in my hand. As a bolt of ice shoots towards me, I slash it in half, causing it too miss violently. I quickly dash to the figure laying down. It was a she, and I recognized her aura. It was her… she saved me…
I quickly put my sword on my hip, and grasped her with both hands. One on her neck, and the other on her hip. I lifted her frail form in the air, and turned around, blocking the people attacking me.
it was time to return the favor given to me.