Pure dread.
Her mind reeled as I felt fear in my core. She had never felt anything like that.
The dark eyes that stared at her and shook her very being. She wanted to run, but her legs would not move, still shaking. Her knees were weak, arms heavy…
Her mouth shut as she tried to scream, and no sound escaped.
A deer in headlights. All she could do was stare back.
The rivers of samsara imposed themselves behind the dark eyes, and she suddenly knew her death was imminent.
As the entity was fading, she felt her heart seize as the dark eyes changed. The dread of staring at an apex predator turned to what felt like an attack to her soul?
The sudden increase in pressure is too much to handle.
She felt herself elevate as she saw her body plop to the ground.
Staring agog while the fear started fading into the back of her mind.
Samsara called.
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Ding!
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Transfer complete.
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Activate Tutorial mode.
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Activation failed
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Analyzing
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Analyzing
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Analyzing
Parameters met.
Protocol informal education activated.
4x crude random gift bags
3x common random gift bags
2x uncommon random gift bags
1x rare random gift bags
Please open bags
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Anaya and the world froze as reality was anchored in a moment.
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She saw words float in front of her.
Letters she did not know, but somehow understood.
She did not understand what it meant, but the context of a gift was not lost to her.
Turning her head, she tried to look around and realized time was frozen only when she saw the fading figure no longer fading.
The fear that she had felt was still muted, but a confusion crept closer and tried to overcome her.
What was happening?
How did she get here?
What is that fading thing?
All that and more questions came to and faded fast as the climbing panic ebbed into nothing.
The muted emotions unnerved her.
That was not normal.
Anaya’s focus returning. She realized that the words followed her eyes as they shifted. The words always forcing her to focus on them as if prompting her to read.
She collected herself and read the words with intent.
Taking her time, she read and reread the words until she fully understood what she needed to do.
Focusing on one of the crude random gift bags, information melded into her mind, and she suddenly knew what she had to do to open it.
With focused intent, she opened the bag.
Ding!
Crude Ring of enamor: +1 to charisma, increase the wearers
The ring materialized in front of her. A prompt immediately followed, asking if she wanted to equip the ring, and she affirmed.
The ring reappeared on her ring finger. A black ring with a black onyx ring that had a sabertooth skull indent.
The still muted shock ebbed upwards and dissipated again as she looked at her finger.
A childlike excitement bubbled upwards as she immediately focused on the rest of the crude gifts
She opened all of them at the same time.
What followed was the objects appearing in front of her all with the same prompt asking if she should equip them.
Crude belt of sycamore: +1 to intelligence, slight protection against negative energies and malevolent spirits
Crude boots of fantasia: +1 to movement speed, 10% chance to fall every 10 000 steps.
Crude earing of moor: +1 projectile damage skills
2x Crude HP potion: heal 10% of full HP
A small table of sorts with a 4 by 7 boxes appeared at the corner of her eyesight.
She saw the HP potions appear in the first slot of the box. An inventory title above the whole thing.
The boots appeared fastened to her feet. All black high heels with the only color being sky blue laces.
The belt on her waist black with small light brown sycamore leaves engraved all along it.
The earing appeared on the upper tip of her left ear with a slight pressure.
She was now clad in a grey oversized shirt she usually slept with. Short black boxers with a belt, a black ring, boots and earrings to complete the ensemble. She didn’t have a fashion sense so the look meant nothing her.
Her only focus was the magic which once again brought up a giddiness she hadn’t felt in a while.
The gifts reminded her of her childhood, her birthday gifts being unwrapped in innocent impatience. For a moment she let herself relive the good memories. She missed her dad.
Woops, she thought. Let’s close that door.
Renewed focus on the rest of the gifts brought a nostalgic smile as she opened all of them at the same time.
Ding!
Common Trousers of caprice: +5 slots to inventory space, 1 second time slow on first instance of wearer being attacked
Common earing of delict: +2 armor, twist the truth out of a being for a limited time. Effect level dependent
Common pin of shame: +2 to stamina, +2 magic damage, + 2 soul protection
2x Uncommon bread of rejuvenation: heal for 10% of the full healthy and stamina of the Loxodonta tribe’s chief. Unstackable
4x uncommon potion of knowledge: 8x experience gain for a day. Unstackable
Rare 1x respawn tablet: after death respawn to last point of death. single use item
Ding!
Death detected
Using item.
Anaya realized time was back in motion when sounds abruptly came to. She looked at the dark eyes and the fear she had felt forgotten in the tense moments reappeared.
The fear came rushing back but came to a halt as the amusement on the entity’s eyes turned to confusion, followed by surprise and lastly wrath with a hint of fear.
Ding!
Respawn tablet used.
Please check your status.
Anaya’s eyes were drawn by the screen in front of her.
Name:
Anaya Helix
Species:
Dökkálfar mortem
Date of inception:
8th supereon, 7th eon, 5th era, 4th epoch, 4th age of the SIMIF galaxy cluster.
Sex
Female of the Dökkálfar mortem
She did not know what it all meant, only recognizing her name and sex.
Ding!
Please choose a job.