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-- POV Grass –
Disregarding those eggs on my leaf for a sec, it’ll be awhile for them… wait, leaf? Why do I only feel one leaf up there? I thought I healed myself with my new and improved regeneration ability?
Name: --- Age: 2 Days Gender: ♂/♀ Level: 2 Class: Plant Sage Race: Bermuda Grass HP: 1/2 Mana: 0/0 Growth Points: 0.00 Growth Rate: 0.25 pts/hour Strength: 1 Vitality: 2 Agility: 1 Intelligence: 116 Roots: 2 (+0.1 pts/hour) Leaves: 1 (12) Titles: [Destined to Die], [Reincarnator], [Martyr], [Boundless], [Late Bloomer], [One of Many], [Eaten Alive] Abilities:
Wooo!!! I leveled up from surviving being eaten alive!!!!! And I gained an ability and intelligence point to boot, must be from me learning a cursed pattern that will get me killed!!!!! Please kill me now, I want out of this stupid world. Zzzzz.
Well…. Looking at my stats, I can see why I only feel one leaf. It looks like the other 12 are still in recovery state, and I’m completely tapped out on energy. My growth points keep going up by a little bit, and immediately disappear as they are drained to fuel my regeneration of those 12 leaves. But if I’m looking at this right…... this is a huge waste!!!!!!!!
No matter how I look at this, it’s regenerating a single leaf with the energy needed to just grow another leaf! And the partially eaten leaves aren’t contributing towards my energy collection at all! I wonder if that’s why trees drop their leaves during winter, it costs way too much to continuously regenerate them as the cold tries to kill them?
Well, let’s stop this regeneration before it gets ahead of itself. Might as well jettison these other leaves….. There we go! I managed to detach 11 of those dead leaves, but the leaf that received most of the regeneration energy I’m going finish regenerating. It will serve as useful data on further regeneration efforts. I’d feel like an idiot if I regenerated something more important in the future and regenerated it into a crippled state. Thankfully the bug eggs were laid on my healthy remaining leaf.
Name: --- Age: 2 Days Gender: ♂/♀ Level: 2 Class: Plant Sage Race: Bermuda Grass HP: 1/2 Mana: 0/0 Growth Points: 0.00 Growth Rate: 0.25 pts/hour Strength: 1 Vitality: 2 Agility: 1 Intelligence: 116 Roots: 2 (+0.1 pts/hour) Leaves: 1 (1) Titles: [Destined to Die], [Reincarnator], [Martyr], [Boundless], [Late Bloomer], [One of Many], [Eaten Alive] Abilities:
Yes! That allowed me to regain my [One of Many] title back!
What’s that, that thing I hope is just a joke, a humorless entry. That fucking title, [Eaten Alive].
[Eaten Alive] Rank: S This being has been dined upon while still alive! Through mental toughness, he has survived the ordeal without going insane! Increases resistances to mental attacks and pain in general. Increases tendencies of others to wonder "What does it taste like?"
I.
Am.
Fucked….
Now I feel I’m desperately in need of some additional senses. If I could test different camouflages/reflective patterns on the wildlife around me without GETTING EATEN ALIVE!!!! I would be grateful.
I know praying to some god for protection is an option, but after that first being throwing me into this shit body, I don’t really feel like doing any praying today. Or tomorrow. Well, maybe to the god of vengeance, if it exists. Pleaaaase let it exist. Also a god of love. Can’t neglect that. Wink [https://www.royalroadcdn.com/public/smilies/wink.png]
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But I don’t even know if I can do anything with this grass species. Maybe I can feel good when I release my seed to the wind. I miss the occasional relaxer. But I feel like it’d miss something essential Sad [https://www.royalroadcdn.com/public/smilies/sad.png].
-- POV Rose – Oracle
My life …. Was over. The moment I’ve been waiting for so long had disappeared. I saw the bindings of fate, I saw my soulmate get ripped away from where he belonged.
I contemplated suicide, I contemplated just burning this whole kingdom to the ground, because maybe, just maybe it was their fault. Either way, I needed to die to find my soulmate once again. Our souls have been bound since immemorial era, my soul will follow his and his soul will follow mine. But as I was about to complete a ritual that would sacrifice my life, my magic power, my mortal body to fuel a grand magic that would consume this place in a cleansing fire, I felt it. I felt the same twisting, surging feeling along my line of fate, as it was grabbed again. And I could tell, it was by my soulmate once again.
I was so ecstatic that I almost accidentally triggered the magic anyways. Oops hehe. But through some divine intervention (I don’t know which one of you up there did it, but I don’t just fall, thanks though!) I tripped and broke my magic circle. I did devastate a nearby forest with the release of magic, scattering the slumbering monsters there to who knows where, but I don’t care.
I’ll finally get to be with my soulmate! Time to go on another grand adventure!
Not……
The only problem is that the tug is very weak. Where could you be? I can’t divine where you are, almost as if I’m not supposed to meet you yet, or meet you at all. Or the bindings of fate are weak. But damn fate! I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again!
The last time I changed fate did end up causing a lot of problems in whatever that kingdom’s name was, but it was for a good cause! My lovable pet dragon would have been killed by them! I even asked them to reconsider, and tried to warn them. They kept spouting on and on about their hero, and about the safety of their citizens. Blah blah blah. Their hero had to go, so I picked him up and dropped him from several thousand feet above ground to land in some forest. That taught those meddlesome people to meddle in un-meddle-able affairs! The crisp snapping of fate lines were music to my ears. For good measure, after I hugged and played with my dragon in her cave, I took her to the kingdom and dropped her in to play with them and teach them some manners! After I put her back in a cave, I left her to sleep because she was all tuckered out.
A couple/dozen/??? of years later, she’d gotten stronger since that day when I went to play with her. She accidentally scratched me!!!!!! I had to scold her as she kept wanting to play with me, but I think she’s learned her lesson. I should release her from my magic seal so she can get out and stretch! Then maybe she can help me find my soulmate!
Hmm hmmmmm hmmmm hmmm hmm hmmmmm……
-- POV Oracle Guard –
The lady has been acting very strange lately. First she requested blood from recent murderers and their victims, several legendary artifacts and even a mythic level artifact.
The king seemed to look askance when I went to ask for the items, but he speedily had them delivered to her laboratory. He seemed to be a little bit ill – I saw a lot of sweat start beading up on his forehead as I was talking with him. I made sure to stop by the royal healer to inform him of our majesty’s condition.
After her items came in, the kingdom felt a vast magical power build up and sweep towards the forests in the West. I heard a lot of monsters scattered from there. I wonder what mythical grade beast she had to take care of? She seems so happy now, humming in her room. It sounds nice. Thank goodness that she is so kind, strong, and gentle. I need to tell everyone about her greatness when I get off duty.
-- POV King –
A guard came up to me, bearing the seal of the Oracle. She was asking for some impossible item, along with blood of all things. The blood is easy, but why does she need a feather of a phoenix, a mythical SS class monster? I’ve never even heard of that item being available in any auction house, let alone our treasury.
What do I do? The last time I took longer than a week to give her what she wanted, a royal treasure worth more than a million gold, she destroyed my vault and had the gall to thank me later for procuring the item for her, but that I could have brought it to her instead of having her go get it.
Rejecting her request outright is out of the question too. In our secret archives that only the royal family has in our possession a story is held. There was a mage named Rose who asked us to not go kill a dragon that rested in our mountains, saying it was too cute to kill. Even though a town had been burned down a year prior by the dragon and many a person eaten. Of course, my ancestors went anyways, a dragon is terribly dangerous, and we had a fabled Hero class General to lead our army.
The next day he disappeared, and our Royal Archmage informed us that he died due to blunt trauma.
A HERO. Died. To BLUNT trauma. Not poison, a blade, or insidious plots, but a fucking blunt instrument.
The next day my family saw the mage again, with the dragon, lacking any energy, encapsulated in a magical bubble.
The last thing that’s written in the entry is her words that everyone in the palace could hear.
“Go play with them. They need to learn to respect your cuteness properly. Hmmph.”
Only my late great-grandfather lived after that day, tucked into a crib at his aunt’s house in the country. This journal was found in the ruins of the palace, and locked away immediately when discovered.
She is evil incarnate, Rose the Destroyer. My Father had the honor of welcoming her into our kingdom again, as she boldly walked into the audience chamber and said she would like to be our Oracle, and gave us warning of a disaster in the near future, that we narrowly avoided thanks to her foretelling. She acted as if it was her right to appropriate the WHOLE magicians’ tower for herself, and not a mention of the dragon incident was mentioned from her lips. She must have assumed that everyone that knew of her evils were dead.
…
I quickly let the guard leave the room.
“Her request will be seen to promptly. Take your leave.”
The guard walked out of the room, looking worried for some reason. She must also know of the Rose’s wickedness. I have to do my best, for her and our kingdom’s sake.
“Minister! Quickly post a request to the adventurer’s guild! Offer a legendary weapon and a request from the king for the retrieval of Phoenix feathers! The time limit is one week! Hurry, our lives may depend on it! Our Oracle may have seen something dire that the treasure is needed for!”
Appearances are needed for the populace – I just hope the adventurers are up to the task. If they’re not, I still have my bunker which I hope my son can survive in, even If I die.