The white void slowly started to to shift and whirls of displaced air could be seen through it. As her vision returned to a semblance of normalcy Alanna realized that the she was enshrouded in fog. She could see the outline of trees and some smaller shrubbery. So, she had to assume she was in a forest. Her ears picked up the sounds of a child like laughter echoing around the fog. As disconcerting as the atmosphere surrounding her should have been, Alanna felt an odd sensation of peace. The fog around her cleared slightly and Alanna could see that she was standing on a game trail. She could see about 10 meters in all directions within 180 degrees of her position. Behind her the the fog roiled thick and as she reached out to it she felt a solid barrier. She turned around and began walking forward and after ten meters she could see out ten meters in all directions. It was quite an odd discovery. She called out a few times to her grandparents but she intuitively knew they were not around. This was not county Galway any longer. She felt something calling her onward and didn't see a way back home. So, she decided to head down the game trail.
It took several minutes of travel before she finally found herself in a sunlit clearing with no signs of fog. The grass was the most perfect soft and green and several different colored Will-o'-the-wisp darted around. In the center of the field of grass sat a massive boulder that stood nearly as tall as she but was quite a bit bigger around. Surrounding the boulder were several large white mushrooms with red spots on their cap. She moved closer to the mushroom ring to inspect it but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She hesitantly crossed the ring knowing that most common wisdom said not to every cross into the ring, but she felt no harm would come to her. As she stepped through the boulder disappeared and in its place a wooden step grew up from the ground until it was at chest height. Then a giant rose bloomed and in the center it emitted a strange rectangle of fog. As she stared the fog shifted and she could see there were words forming.
Name: Alanna Hotaru Race: Human? Class: None Age: 18 Gender: Female Anthropometrics: 176.8CM / 7 Stone STR: 8 DEX: 10 AGI: 12 CON: 10 INT: 14 WIS: 12 CHA: (20 - 5) - 15 *Debuffed *social conditioning* Health: 100%
Mana:100%
Stamina: 100% Level: 0 Experience: 0/100
Alanna stared at the fog like computer screen with pursed lips. "So, this seems familiar." She said. "It is like a role playing game character statistic." She looked around but the clearing she was in seemed unchanged. She shrugged I am guessing this is pretty average. Except what is with the question mark behind human and my charisma is debuffed? She frowned but had to agree. Her mental disability would certainly affect both how she saw herself and how the world viewed her. It would be difficult to overcome that. As far as being human well if she were somehow related to that Nuada then perhaps there was a part of her that was more? Her physical body was definitely human at least. She wasn't overly strong nor was she all that fast. She felt she was a bit more intelligent than the average person, but really who did not believe that to be the case. She just had to shrug and accept the numerical representation of who she was. She tried to touch the fog screen to see if she could get more information about the individual categories but the screen momentarily dissipated wherever she touched. She frowned but saw no indication of what to do next so after failing to find a way to change the fog screen she simply left the mushroom ring. When she turned back around the flower pedestal was replaced by the massive boulder.
Alanna shook her head in bewildered amusement but the same feeling calling her onward caused her to turn back toward the forest and the path she could make out on the other side of the clearing. Without much additional thought she continued onward. The moment she stepped into the forest the fog closed in around her once again. She turned around but the clearing was gone. With nothing holding her back she walked the game trail until she came upon a frameless door in the center of the path. She tried to look behind the door but there was an invisible barrier preventing her from going around. So with no other choice she opened the door and stepped through.
As she passed through the entire scene changed and she found herself staring into a mirror. She reached up and touched her face in surprise as the person in the mirror was one she only saw in her memories. She was in the body of a little boy with light skin, a smattering of freckles across his face, auburn hair and bright blue eyes. She stared for but a moment at the boy in the mirror but noticed that he was all she could see in the reflection. There was just roiling fog surrounding him. Alanna turned around and found herself on a path in the forest but lining the path were hundreds of mirrors. She walked up to the next closest mirror and stared inside it. As she stared a memory of the person she had become flashed inside her mind. The poor child was being bullied at recess as he had one of his episodes during his last class. His mind had conjured up a memory of someone protesting the in a civil rights movement in a city that looked similar to what Alanna knew was Belfast. Alanna felt empathy for the child. She knew all to well what he was going through. Alanna took her time moving down the path and staring into every mirror. She had seen a few of these moments before and new all to well how this boy grew up and how he died in a battle far from the republic. She looked at every memory and after she had once again seen his death at the end of the path she knew she had found a piece of herself. As she turned around for one last look the mirrors all dissipated and the ground turned into a grassy and sunlight clearing. She turned to find a familiar boulder and mushroom ring. She entered the ring as the little boy and watched with anticipation as the fog screen formed.
Name: Branden Kirwan Race: Human?
Class: Soldier
Age: 24 Gender: Male Anthropometrics: 182.9CM / 14.2 Stone STR: 16 DEX: 12 AGI: 12 CON: 10 INT: 10
WIS: 14
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CHA: (20 -5) 25 *Debuffed *Social Conditioning* Health: 0%
Mana: 0%
Stamina: 0% Level: 5
Experience: 1600/3200
Alanna stared blankly at the screen. There was a lot to unpack here. The most obvious of which was the fact that the death of this person left health, mana, and stamina pools depleted. She found this to be a bit dark. The human race was also in question as this person but if they were in fact the same soul it did make sense. The same debuffed charisma plagued poor Branden as well. She felt quite close to this incarnation for obvious reasons. He however seemed to have a class. She wondered why that would be the case. She supposed having determined a career may make it so but as there was no helpful information tabs she could only guess. His physical attributes were all higher than her own which she was both annoyed with, and found to be unsurprising based on his height, weight, and gender. "He was kind of dumb though." As soon as she had the thought she felt guilty. That was not really a fair statement. Firstly, if mamó was to be believed, and she did believe her, then this guy was her. Secondly, he had a career which she recalled from one memory required a strong body and mind and the ability to follow orders. It did not necessarily require more than an average intelligence which could be why the wisdom aspect was higher. She could only guess though as she assumed the attributes were base 10. She pondered on the screen for a while longer but didn't find any additional information so she left the mushroom ring once again and traveled down the forest path.
This process repeated over and over again with each new individual being a male or female descendant of the Kirwan line. Each had different stats but every one had some form of class. Some were civil leaders like a mayor. Others were smiths, wainwrights, chandlers, cobblers, and many other trades. The process was the same until she inhabited the form of a familiar woman. She watched the life of the bandorai woman that died atop the hill the ruined abbey was on. This woman was the most compelling woman Alanna had seen thus far and she couldn't really explain why. The woman had a power and grace that defied her understanding. Even covered in mud and blood from some of her battles she was beautiful. In her younger years the red of her hair was a beacon for her people. When she fought against the interlopers she deftly bounced around the combatants claiming enemy lives like a reaper. While she was certainly the most powerful woman on the field of battle, Alanna saw that in a few larger scale conflicts there were several others that fought along side their men. They were beautiful and terrifying to behold. Alanna did not dwell to long on the memory of her death as she did not wish to relive it again. So, she made her way to mushroom ring.
Name: Aoibheann Ciardhubháin Race: Druid Class: Bandorai Age: 52 Gender: Female Anthropometrics: 190 CM / 14.25 Stone STR: 18 DEX: 20 AGI: 20 CON: 14 INT: 14 WIS: 20 CHA: 20 Health: 0% Mana: 0% Stamina 0% Level: 10 51200/102400
Alanna was shocked by the numbers she was seeing. It was quite a bit higher than anyone else she had seen. The race of Druid was also quite shocking. She had seen a few of the people with the class of druid but all were still labeled as human with a questions mark. She was also freakishly tall for both a woman and the average human of the time. This was obvious looking back at the memories but it didn't really register to Alanna because of the action and the fact that everyone of the tribe seemed to be rather large. She also was one of the very few that did not have a debuff on their charisma. Based on the attributes alone it was clear that the Druid were something greater than a human. Alanna considered this woman and her life for a bit longer before continuing her trip down her ancestorial memory lane. Most of the line was some variation of Ciardhubháin and all held the race of Druid and a class like that of priest or priestess. As the years stretched to before the 9th century AD, the surnames seemed to disappear for the most part. The ancestors held various titles but they did not really impact history the same way as most of it was forgotten whether this was intentional or not Alanna did not know. After every encounter with her past selves, or ancestors as she liked to think of them, she found a bit more clarity of self. She finally made it back in time to the life of Nuada and when she viewed his life through the mirrors she was stunned by the myth coming to life.
When the Tuatha De Danann found their way back to these lands they fought to make it their home. Eventually they were tied back to the earth and the plane below but their ties to the land linger into the common era. What Alanna found most interesting of Nuada was his memory of his mother who was sister to Danu, and a goddess in her own right, and never ventured beyond the outer plains. She was content to stay and the children of the gods left them to create a home. When the children crossed the veil their memories of her faded and only the strongest of the children could recall those they left behind. When Alanna reviewed the character sheet for Nuada she was stunned by his attributes compared to what she saw of her own. He had all stats well into the 30's and was a giant in stature compared to a regular mortal. It is no wonder why his legend and that of the Tuatha De Danann live on.
Alanna finished viewing the fog sheet of Nuada and thought that the memories were over but the fog rolled over her once again. When it cleared enough to allow her the standard 10 meters of vision, the path before her was drastically changed. The forest was no longer there but instead there was a grass beneath her feet. She heard the sound of a drumbeat that reverberated through her and the surrounding fog. The fog dissipated and she was left with a vision of rolling hills as far as she could see. Alanna began her trek forward and with every step she felt and heard a drumbeat that resounded throughout the land. It sounded almost like a slow heartbeat and as she headed toward where she thought the source was, the beat quickened. She felt her own heartbeat quicken in response and almost ran up the last hill. As she crested the top and looked down into the valley below her mind blanked. She could not really understand the scene before her eyes.