There I was standing before the six classes each one a drastically different playstyle then the rest. I knew from looking into Gods Felled Online that I would be able to further customize my class and playstyle but depending on what I chose it would determine a whole host of storylines, side quests and equipment available to me. Not to mention the abilities and spells which is one of the aspects I was looking forward to testing first.
My memories guided my action as I stepped forward and picked the class. The class I had wanted from the beginning. I was going to be a [CHAMPION] and nothing was ever going to push me around again. I pressed my hand against the classes floating title, read the lore and stats again and, without really knowing how, I pressed my will against the class and a new text formed in the air. [ACCEPT]. I accepted.
My body was instantly surrounded by a flurry of golden light that warmed and shocked my flesh. An feeling of electricity formed around my fingers and curled up my arm and then down my spine. It was a sensation unlike any I had felt before. It was power and it was mine. I reveled in the energy that continued to flow through my body watching as the energy of golden light circled by body and slowly materialized into a copy of the equipment on the figure before me.
Once the energy faded, I found myself wearing heavy set of plated armor, simple but sturdy and strong. I had a black wool coat, a bit aged, and worn pants and a heavy set of boots. I had no helm but only a hood that I could pull up and over my head. I had no weapons, packs or any other kind of supplies. I knew that the stats of the character said I would get to choose two weapons, but I didn’t see any options.
As if answering my own thoughts everything around me faded away to nothing then a light came back into view revealing several floating weapons all lined up in the air before me. A couldn’t help but smile at all the choices. There was a large crude looking battle axe, a broadsword as tall as I was and a set of an iron mace and shield. There were also dual blades, a two-handed warhammer, a flail, and a long and short bow. The last weapons I could see were a tall plain staff and set of two picks.
I already knew what my first choice was going to be. A weapon that would instill fear into my enemies and was the most brutal weapon I could think of. I gripped the two-handed warhammer which fell into my grip like it was made for me. Its weight felt good in my hands as I shifted it back and forth. The head of the warhammer was bigger than my own head and was squared with sharp, pointed corners. Besides its oil-slicked handle decorated with a wide strap of leather, it was quite simple.
As I held the weapon in my hand, I saw another blur of white light appear above my wrist. As I focused on it the light sharpened into the word [INSPECT]. Selecting the word, a string of stats popped up into the air.
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[2H IRON WARHAMMER]
ATK: 80%
SPD: Very Slow
CRT: 200%
Abilities
- Crush - (Cost: 7SP) Deal 115% ATK Damage. Successful hits knock enemies back.
- Enrage - (Passive) Increase CRT Chance by 30%
A straightforward weapon designed to deal high crit damage and stumble opponents. That all made sense to me, but I wondered how the ATK stat factored into dealing damage. Was it a certain percentage of my own strength damage? Is it something I could work on increasing, maybe through some form of crafting? Another question I had was on the cost of its first ability Crush. What did SP stand for? Maybe some type of stamina system used for making attacks? Yeah, that all made sense to me. So far everything about my choice was easy to understand. Now it was time to make my second choice. This one could be more important than my first. I knew I wanted the warhammer for the flare of a large weapon being swung in the air but let’s mix things up. Don’t want to be stuck in a playstyle focused on slow attacked. I knew just what to pick to fix that. I placed the warhammer on my back, to which it locked against my armor. Neat.
I took both blades and swung them around my head. The attack speed, weight and overall design was completely different to the warhammer. They were light, fast and sharp. The blades were of basic iron, not very sharp on the edges but sharp enough to cut flesh. If I found myself to slow to take on an opponent, these would be the perfect counter weapon to switch to. The inspect prompt popped up for me again.
[DUAL IRON BLADES]
ATK: 100%
SPD: Very Fast
CRT: 110%
Abilities
- Fury - (Cost 3SP) Deal 100% ATK Damage in three quick attacks.
Again, the weapons were simple, but this was just the start. I knew there would be better weapons to acquire with greater abilities. As soon as I dropped the stats from my focus the world around me shifted again. I was once again standing on the dirt path caught between two hills of swaying gray grass only, I wasn’t alone.
Before me was a beautiful woman wrapped in flowing white silks and a veil that covered her pale, marble-like face. She had hair that drifted in the wind, and was as long as she was tall, and she was very tall. She stood around eight feet tall, a good two feet about me. She drew up her arms and spread her fingers which looked like they had been dipped in a vial of ink. Then she opened her eyes, golden iris on a dark, almost midnight black sclera. When she finally spoke, she sounded a thousand miles away and yet behind me at the same time.
“Welcome Relinquished to The Grand Daleum. You have signed the contract of your own free will and have taken your first steps in our world. Please tell me your name.”
A shimmer of light dropped from nowhere prompting me to enter my name. I knew exactly what I wanted to be called. I willed my name to appear in the text box before me and when I finished it vanished without a trace. The pale woman smiled as she continued.
“Welcome Zerik.”