Chapter 0_Vivi La Morte

I blinked away the light from my eyes. Which I have again. Which, if I wasn't mistaken, meant Rær's plan had worked. Knew it would!

Now, I have to figure out what's going on. I appear to be… somewhere (yeah, no shit, Sherlock). I appears to be darker than the portal, but brighter than the Styx (sharp as a knife, aren't I?). I can't really see much. At least, not with my normal sight. My Mana Sight gave a different story, or rather, gave a story at all.

I could see… a room? I think? It's not exactly clear; there's rather a lot of interference. Speaking of, I wonder if there's anything new with that fucky Title, now that I'm in Normal Land.

Name

Race

Lake Williams

[Human (Lycanthrope)]

Class

Level

N/A

Conditions

Titles

[Developing (Prenatal: Zygote)]

[̷̢̝̩͖̭͉̏̔̈́͊͒̇́̈́̌̈́̿̑͛͛͌͗̓̈́̃̂̓́̔̍̑̿͊̾̽̔̈́̈́͒͒̂̀̾̌̇̈́̽̉̉̆̋̕͘͝͝?̴̨̧̢̡̻͎̻͕̺̜̺̫̙̯̻̻̖̻̝̤̖̰̫͍̲͇̯̋̀́͆̋̊̈́͜ͅ?̵̨̡̧̧̢̩͚̱̞̙̲͉̯̝̬̦͉̭̤̰̲̖̯͇̫̺̲̫̠̼͙̞͈̝̹̪͚̠̞̙̪̥̞̉̐͆̎̑͋̎͒̆̌͒̎̍̂̾̚̚̕̕͠ͅ?̸̧̧̢̼̗̞̳̳̯̟͔̱̞̜̹̬͕͔͉̫̞̩̺͔͔̲̫̜̝̯̺͈̙̳̩̥̦͉̞͙͓̘͎͖͎͖̜̼̻̻͍̫̼̒̊͐̒̊͒̎̎̈̒́̓͗͂͂͗̀̈́̂͊̓͑͆̾̓͊͌̒͌̔̅̏̏̍͂͑͗͒̚͠͝͝͝͠ͅͅ?̸̢̡̨̨̨̧̨̛̣̭͇̪͓̲̝̫̯͙̫̩̞͖̠̻̭̻̗̰̻̯̠̘̥̳̳̣̫̩̙̙͙̱̖̱͕̹̙̘̭͕̹̳̘̗̙̗͔̠̟̹̪̪͕̳̹͖̥͚̻͇̺̤̩̲̖̱̔̊̓̓̈́͋̓̈́̐͒̐̈́̆̌̇̓̕͘̕͜͜͝?̵̢̡̢̧̺̲̗͎͔̠̞̖̭̫̰̩̮̖̗̩̼̼̩̞͎̲̘̯̪̜̙̜͕̹̟̞̣͓̯̭̫̖̮̤̣͆̀̍̂̌̐̓̅̄͝͝ͅͅ?̴̨̧̛͉̯̯̺̺̱̗͙̫͚̼̰̥̩̫̳̙̣͔͉̱͍̪̭̜̖̘̠̥̣̳̹̜̳̣̺͇̼̤̘͚͉̥̘̦̏̔̈́̔͑̐̑̍͋̾͒̌̿͑̃̂́̓̅̽͗̀͂̽̔͂̈̃̂̑̇̇͂͂̀̈́͒̉̐͋̿͑̎̂̈́̒̈́̄̈̇́͗́́̍͂̚͜͝͠͠͝͝ͅ]̴̨̨̢̢̨̛̛̛̛̛̬͉̥̗̞̳͎̖̼͍͎̻̞̤̞̪̞͈̪̝̥̬̣̜̻͇̳͎̀̒͂̉̎̇̈̒̋͗̈̉̈̋̉̆́̈̎̇̂͐̌̒̉͑̽̉̈̾̿͆͑̍͗̎̾̅́̚̚̕͜͝ͅ, [Rescuer], [Kobold Appreciation Club Member], [Inventer]

Attributes

Skills

Health: 1/1

Stamina: 1/1

Mana: 269/269

[Mana Manipulation (lv4)], [Mana Sight (lv2)], [Telekinesis (lv3)], [Stygian Construction (lv5)], [Mana Blade (lv3)], [Carpentry (lv4)], [Death Magic (lv4)], [Skill Inspection], [Foreign Language Comprehension], [Mana Light (lv2)], [Search and Rescue (lv1)], [Teaching (lv4)], [Storytelling (lv2)], [Shipwrighting (lv1)], [Sailing (lv2)]

Well. There doesn't seem to anything new with the title. But now I'm a… zygote. Which shouldn't be possible, but then again, just two days ago I was an incorporeal entity using necromancy to turn a club hangout into a magic submarine so I could get me and a bunch of ghosts I saved from their own water solubility to a resurrection portal used by my club founder's kids on a regular basis.

Being a conscious clump of underdeveloped cells isn't that weird. Even if it's werewolf cells.

…

Wait why am I werewolf cells?

…

Well, I guess 'cause my parents are werewolves.

Well, if there are elves and kobolds and dungeons and orcs and shadowraptors, then lycanthropes aren't all too far-fetched.

Wonder how this'll work.

There's a tonne of variations in popular culture, which this world seems kind-of like.

Does the moon have any impact on it? Do they remain in control during a transformation? Do they even transform? So many questions! So few answers! So… sleepy…

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I'm up! What's happened?

Name

Race

Lake Williams

[Human (Lycanthrope)]

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Class

Level

N/A

Conditions

Titles

[Developing (Postnatal: Newborn)]

Attributes

Skills

Health: 12/12

Stamina: 11/11

Mana: 272/272

Okay. So, guess I was asleep for a while, huh? Managed to nap my way through a whole-ass pregnancy. I'll admit, not the best use of my time, but I had no say in the matter, so I can't really be blamed for it. Unless you'd blame an unborn fetus for not being that active, which some people definitely seem stupid enough to do.

On the subject of stupidity: where am I? Looking around in Mana Sight, I still seem to be in a room, but there's less interference; I have a clearer picture of my surroundings, but still not as clear as it was in the Styx. Guess there's just less Mana floating about?

Whatever the case may be, there seems to be a few people on the other side of a wall. I don't know what they're doing, but one of them is gesticulating wildly, golden mana flaring. I presume they're angry for some reason. The other, however, is shockingly calm. Not so much as a ripple in their manapool. Must be really good at Mana Control. I decided to check.

Name

Race

Lerious Baxter

[Human (Lycanthrope)]

Class

Level

Baker

Conditions

Titles

[Hidden Lycanthrope (V)], [Shopkeeper], [Fixture of the Community], [Parent]

Attributes

Skills

Health: 102/102

Stamina: 153/174

Mana: 63/63

[Geranian Language Comprehension], [Anger Management (lv11)], [Accounting (lv6)], [Baking (lv7)], [Customer Service (lv12)], [Haggling (lv3)]

Ah. Anger Management, not Mana Control. Must be pretty good at it, with Level 11. Probably needs it, having to deal with customers. Luckily didn't need to deal with them too often, doing back-end computer repair most of the time, but I've heard the horror stories.

Also, they might be my parent? Or, rather, they're probably my parent. Otherwise, they're just a random werewolf parent working near a werewolf newborn. Though, what's that Title?

[Hidden Lycanthrope] Remain a (Lycanthrope) for 5 years without being detected as one by non-(Lycanthrope)s. (Lycanthrope) and [Hidden Lycanthrope] hidden from Status. Greatly reduces chance of being detected as a (Lycanthrope) by non-(Lycanthrope)s. Doubles in effectiveness every 5 years.

Well. That seems like it'd be useful.

After a while of the customer being a problem, and shouting a bit, though I couldn't tell anything of what it meant.

A short (as far as I could tell, probably not) nap later, and my parent was closing up shop. I presume. They walked over to a place I presume to be the door, did something, stood there for a bit, walked the other way, and started approaching were I am, though I did notice that they used a bit of Mana about halfway here. Soon, they had dissapeared behind me.

“Oh? Have you fallen over?“ They asked from behind me, likely not expecting an answer. They flipped me over, revealing the fact that I had somehow not noticed when I had turned to be face-down.

When I was turned to be right-side-up again, I could see what that Mana-pulse had probably done. It was, put simply, as if someone had gotten lost on the way to FurCon and a Ren fair at the same, and was extraordinarily good at dressing for both.

Evidently, I was staring pretty obviously, as they piped up about it. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Funny how a little tyke can see through me better than any of the adults 'round here. Got me one hell of a title, y'know? Probably one of the best mind-affectors; could probably just walk around full wolf if it weren't for the damn Scrywardens, going about nosing into people for perfectly harmless activity.“ They let out a sigh, “Anyways, you're gonna be hungry ain't ya, bud? C'mon, let's get you fed.“

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