Soft blue eyes opened to a curious site - an off-gray ceiling. Perhaps, to others, such a thing would not be strange or curious. But to her, who was used to the soft brown of a wooden ceiling it was indeed quite strange. Yet, there wasn’t a hint of panic that any natural person would instinctively feel, and that in itself, was quite curious to her as well. A young, yet strangely whimsical voice echoed out, her thoughts spoken aloud. “This is curious, oh! My voice!”
A hand, one that was far smaller than she was used to reached up, wrapping around a throat that too was smaller. It was then, that a sensation, one which she was quite used to appeared. Yet, it was on a scale so colossally different that all thoughts were stalled. All other sensations or emotions disappeared, and the hand that was wrapped around her throat lept to her head, clenched hard as soul-crushing pain leaked from her brain, and wracked all across her body.
So great was this pain, that not even a whimper escaped from her lips, her body before she could even let out a gasp, had already begun the process of shutting down, such was the incomprehensible pain.
Yet, this pain that seemed to last for an eternity, that dragged on with various shades and types, sharp, spiky, dull, and so many more - in fact only lasted for a mere minute, before it simply faded away. Blue eyes that had at some point closed, shot open, a hint of understanding now within those eyes that were once dull and curious. ‘Of all things to wake up to, that is truly not what I expected.’ That pain was not a sudden onset of some illness, or a migraine, nothing of that sort. No, it was something far more miraculous. ‘Reincarnation. How… strange. The feeling of death, the feeling of wasting away, only to wake up as a child, not knowing where I am - and then experiencing the surge of their memories.’
Yet, even though she had just experienced death and the worst pain of both her lives, a smile played across her face as pearly tears leaked from her eyes. ‘To be alive. To smell this air - so fresh! It truly is wondrous.’ Her nose puffed up as she deeply inhaled, and a relaxed sigh escaped from her. ‘Truly a miracle. But, I wonder why. No Deity meeting me? No void? No pearly gates? Just wake up and BAM! You’re in some medieval village?’ Indeed, that was the most confusing part perhaps - where she was.
Small feet touched the ground, and nary a second later on only slightly wobbly legs she walked across the room and peeked through her wooden shutters, only to confirm what her new memories told her. ‘It truly is a medieval village. Nary 500 people strong. No cars, no electronics. None of that. The best technology they have are carts, swords, and armor.’
“Alenes! Time to get up, my training with Lord Knight Conray is happening soon!” A deep masculine voice echoed into her room, and Alenes hurriedly shook her head to re-orient the wild thoughts that rampaged through her mind. ‘Right, time to go about the day, I’ll have a long time to think about it during, ugh, cleaning.’
“Coming cousin!” A few minutes later Alenes slipped out of her room in a fresher pair of clothes and a set of knee-high leather boots. Out of her room, it was a mere few steps that caused her to land in the living room/kitchen/dining room/entertainment area and found herself locked eyes with her cousin and caretaker Jonathan, who had a stern look on his face.
“You’re mighty late today Alenes, I’ve warmed up the porridge already, but you’ll need to hurry if you want to make it to Miss Fenn's lessons, let alone your washing duties!”
“Sorry cousin! I slept late.”
The young man barely in his 20s broke the stern look, his face turned softer and gentler. “It’s alright Alenes, I know you’ve had a tough time. But you’ll pull through, okay?”
She nodded, throat clogged as memories pulled up, a great fire, mother and father crying out in agony hands reached out begging for help; before she napped out of it. “Mhm! Now hurry up cousin. You don’t want to be late for Lord Knight’s training.”
He stared for a few moments before he patted her on the head, and with a sharp turn of his heel walked out of the house. ‘I need some calm time, I… I didn’t expect to be so affected.’ Once more the flickering flames and the cries of her parents echoed in her head, but with a harsh breath, she released those emotions and gained some semblance of calm. Yet, it was as she released that breath, eyes still trailing after her cousin, a sound akin to the tolling of a church bell echoed throughout her head.
DING! Observe Activated, Open Sheet? Y/N
It was with a surge of a multitude of different emotions - most prevalently awe, she thought. ‘Yes.’ Yet, perhaps - if she knew what she would have seen, she’d have said no, if only to save herself from the knowledge in this exact moment, not even ten minutes after her awakening.
Name: Jonathan Age: 23 Race: Imperial Human Position: Guard in Training Title: None. Physical: 0.1/1 Movement: 0.3/1 Reflex: 0.4/1 Willpower: 0.4/1 Psyker: 0.1
She stared for a few moments, more specifically at the very last thing in the red and gold little box in front of her vision, before with a shudder that ran throughout her entire body, thought, ‘Status.’ Jonathan’s sheet disappeared, and what replaced it was something slightly different.
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Name: Alenes Age: 8 Race: Imperial Human Position: Bumkin Civilian Title: None
Open Stats?
She paused, eyes locked onto that ominous box with a hint of fear, hoping beyond hope that her sneaking suspicion brought about from knowledge of a different world would prove to not be true, and nodded. ‘Open’
Physical: 0.0/0.5 Movement: 0.1/0.6 Reflex: 0.2/1 Willpower: 0.6/1 Psyker: 8 Status Points: 0 SN: The system does not classify below 0.1 SN: Below 1 Reflex = +.1 of Movement as long as earned through growth or training. SN: Status Points can not be used on the Psyker Stat.
Open Skills?
The titanic ‘8’ stared at her, goaded her, she could practically hear it whispering, beckoning to her. For a brief barely there moment Alenes could swear she heard a high-pitched cackling before it cut out. ‘No. Lord no. Not this. Not there.’ Her body shivered, that number eight practically glowing as she stared at it, before with a hesitant, yet pleading thought, her skills opened. A prayer on her mind, one begging all that was holy that her fears would not be confirmed.
General Skills
Cleaning: Novice Discipline: Novice Cooking: Trainee Meditation: Adept Anger Inducement: Adept Pain Tolerance: Professional
Combat Skills
Hand to Hand: Novice Mental Shield: Novice
Psyker Skills
Warp Manipulation (9): Novice Warp Resistance: Novice (S) Witch Sight: Novice - (S) Energy Projection: Novice - (S) Emotion Reading: Novice - [Extend Locked Subskills?] -
Open Quests?
Her gaze skipped over the regular skills, not even a smile cracking at her ‘Adept’ level of Anger Inducement, and for a brief moment stalled on her Novice level ‘Mental Shield’ before, as her gaze turned towards the Psyker section, reality hit her, and her creeping thoughts that she had prayed to be untrue turned into reality. Her gaze locked onto Warp Manipulation and the numerous skills that fell under it. Her heart rapidly pounded in her chest, and a sickening sensation cloyed its way up her throat.
A moment passed as she stood there frozen, whiter than snow itself, before with a sickening heave vomit left her and spilled into the pot of porridge.’I-I…’ Her thoughts frozen, her own mind stuttering as the edge of her vision turned black, ears ringing out a horrific symphony of static. Then, as if by some higher power, her breath slowed, her vision sharpened, and the static in her ears faded. With a deep breath, her mind cleared itself.
Progress with Mental Shield Made.
She ignored the pop-up, more calming breaths entered and left her mouth as she slowly calmed down. ‘In… out…. In…. out…’ Minutes passed as her mind and body settled, and it was only as her last calming breath escaped her that she let out a sigh. ‘So I’m in Warhammer, and my potential as a Psyker is 90x greater than my Cousins? Well, at least I’m in the Fantasy version. God Emperor preserve me for that small mercy.’
DING! Skill Gained: Prayer DING! Skill Gained: Cult Imperialis
“Fuck.”