Falling... Falling... Falling... How long have I been falling?

Falling... Falling... Falling... I don't remember, who am I?

Falling... Falling... Falling... What's that light?

"Well this is a surprise, a mortal soul in the void, how rare," the voice was whimsical, beautiful, and decidedly feminine. "Did you die? Did the person who summoned you mess up their spell? Your soul is in terrible condition, it is quite likely you will fade away to oblivion. Such a cruel fate, if I had spotted you but a minute later, you would be beyond saving."

Falling... Falling... Falling... Who was there, why did she sound so faint. Her words had no meaning.

"All my other Champions have died, been lured to another's side, or no longer have the will to heed my advice. You are a fresh soul to this game, and I can fix this state of being you are in. In exchange you will be my Champion, and seek out the Ragnarok's Blade. Such is my will. Do you accept?"

Falling... Falling... Falling... Fix me? I feel nothing. I remember feeling something. I want to feel again, can you make me feel again?

"Of course I can make you feel again. I, Merva, Goddess of Blood, swear to you that I can make you a new body. Let us begin."

The falling stops, and a feeling of being held in someone's hand replaces the falling. Bones appear, shaping themselves into a human bones. Then muscles appear, sliding over the arms and legs. The various internal organs appear next, sliding themselves into position, before muscles slide over them.

Choose Your Sex: Male Female

I think I was male.

Extra muscles appeared and entered the arms and legs. At the crotch, a healthy pair of testes appeared, and a modest penis formed. Skin quickly covered the masculine body, a tanned white in appearance, leaning towards an almost olive-like skin tone. The shoulders were quite broad. Hair formed next, a deep but natural black in a short head of hair and a small but respectable beard. The eyes formed next, with a darker olive colour.

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"Behold, your new body. Let's put your essence inside quickly now." Merva sounded clearer, as he awoke within his new body.

"I see again, I can hear you clearer. Where are you?"

"I am right here, little one." I looked with new eyes for the source of the voice before I noticed the ground. It was the same colour of my own flesh, if a little lighter in hue. As I looked around I saw behind me four massive pillars in the distance, to my right I saw a thicker lone pillar just as massive in the distance. I looked up and saw what I had though to have been the sun was actually a face, a woman's face, far in the sky. She would of been beautiful, if blood was not running from her eyes, and nose. Her eyes were a deep red, and bloodshot.

"Why am I so small?" I yell as I fight to keep myself calm.

"Compared to me, perhaps you are small, but your new body is a nice six feet two inches, but not enough of pointless questions, Do you feel it? The winds of sorcery?

Choose Class Type: Sword Sorcery

I felt inside, as best I could, but I didn't feel this 'winds of sorcery,' perhaps I did not have the talent. I felt Merva's gaze upon me.

"I don't feel it."

"I see. Do you perhaps remember your name now? Or shall I grant you a new one?"

Your Name is: Jason Randomize

"Jason, my name is Jason."

"A pleasure to meet you Jason... The people who worship my sisters and me, will not accept you if I just drop you off at my altar... A trial of sorts will be needed. I will drop you off at the Blade Forest, you will make your way to the capitol of Warsaw, and touch my altar's shrine. This will be but the first of your trials, but the end goal remains. You will find the Ragnarok's Blade, and grant me the right to claim the throne,"

The ground shook, the pillars moved towards Jason, and then he was elsewhere.

Jason appeared out of the air in the midst of a great forest, the trees climbing high into the sky, their tops not visible to the eye. He landed into mud, wet with morning dew and faint smell of rain trailing away to the west. Jason was naked, without food, water, or even tools. It was clear that this trial was going to be hard.