“This can’t be real... yet I can smell the forest of pine around me, taste, feel the breeze on my skin... This world is alive and the first thing I did was rip someone apart like a roast chicken... I don’t even remember doing it! I-I just blacked out and killed someone!” Sobbed the woman in black as she wandered aimlessly through the woods. The path she wandered was winding, gradually leading down into a vast wooded valley.
“I’m no saint... I’ve killed before, but something like that... I haven’t seen anything that bad since... the wars...” with that last mutterance she stumbled to a halt.
(faint rumble)
The steady sound finally breaking through her thoughts, she closed her eyes and listened.
(Steady rumble)
”A river?” She glanced down at her bloodied hands, suddenly feeling an overwhelming urge cleanse herself of the gore, she rushed forward. The woods hurtling past her as she ran.
The sound building until the pines suddenly parted revealing a breathtaking sight.
A waterfall pouring into a pond of crystal clear waters, feeding a creek.
The majestic sight calmed her frayed nerves as she walked steadily to the water’s edge. In its gently rippling surface she saw a blood streaked face looking back at her. It had bright blue eyes, delicate features, and raven black hair. The woman in black reached up and touched her cheek with a quivering hand.
“I’ve wished to be reborn, to be somebody else, to be whole for so long... and now that my wish was granted... I’m terrified of what I’ve become... what I created.”
With a sigh she began to undress, tossing her bloodied clothing into a pile as she entered the cool waters to scrub herself clean. As she washed, the woman reminisced her past achievements that led to the creation of her current form.
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It all started as a literal escape from reality at the suggestion of my psychiatrist.
Strange thing for someone like that to suggest right? Well, it did certainly help, I was extremely depressed at the time. One tends to sink into despair when you find yourself trapped in your own body.
Quadruple amputee, shattered spine, blindness, and constant agonizing pain. It took awhile for my doctors to get the pain meds right, so for a time I was going in and out of consciousness.
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Fun times...
Though after discovering the game Worlds of Yggdrasil, it was like I was born again.
After I got the neural implant needed for virtual reality I dived right in. I could walk, I could run, I could do... anything I wanted.
I spent nearly every waking moment in the worlds, creating an avatar vastly different than my past self.
It was in my opinion, the image of perfection itself.
Tall, athletic build, fair pale skin, raven long hair, and pale blue eyes. A real stunner.
I shed my old self and embraced my new identity, I became
It was after ambushing a battered group returning from a boss raised that I first encountered my first ultra rare item.
A vial of Vampiric Lord’s essence. An item that turns those who consumed its contents into a high leveled undead, a Vampire Lord. With this essence my powers were taken to a new level and all it costs me was crippling weakness to anything holy and daylight.
Over the years I had taken to collecting books and tomes on what many considered dark magic in particular. I also started collecting items of interest, such as the the five divine class items.
When these items are apart they are not that impressive, offering large stat bonuses or various resistances. Though when brought together they allow a one time boon to the holder, a wish that they can ask of the games developers themselves.
When I collected the last of them I immediately activated the relics right in the middle of the abandoned clan base and made the final alteration of my avatar.
Within an hour my wish was granted and I became the first of my kind. A vampiric Progenitor.
The lore for my newly created class was thus:
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The Progenitors, race of beings that are a walking paradox. They have immense power over death rivaling that of a Lich Overlords, yet are amongst the living.
Their kind are believed to be of some relation to High Elves, with their proud features and pointed ears. Though with some certain differences.
The progenitor’s pointed ears are shorter, not unlike a half elf’s. They typically have pale skin, light eyes, and dark hair. Once they reach adulthood they cease to age altogether, unlike the High Elves who continue to slowly age after that point.
The progenitors, as the creators of Vampire kind, their word is law. None can resist the will of a progenitor, they will be compelled to fallow all commands even to their true death.
Like their creations the progenitors have a taste for blood, or more precisely the vital essence that in habitats the blood. A progenitor’s thirst is directly tied to their use of their racial abilities. If they make lite use of their powers they can subsist on regular foods for long periods of time.
(Racial Abilities)
-Blood Elemental Affinity
-Death Elemental Affinity
-Dark Elemental Affinity
-Beings of Magic(all members of this race are capable of casting magic)
-Unnatural Might(speed and strength increase)
-Unnatural Grace(silent movement, water walking, and agility increase)
-Indomitable Will
-Hypnotic Gaze(able to put others into a trance with eye contact)
-Psionic prowess(able to influence and attack the minds of others)
-Wings of the Fallen(able to sprout and retract wings from their backs)(Males-bat like membraned wings tipped with talons)(Females-Wings of razor sharp black feathers)