I never imagined that I would die this way. I look at my death. Just 30 feet away is a rip in reality, and I’m currently flopping around horizontally in the air as everything around me is being pulled into it. The only reason I have not died yet is because my left arm is pinned to the wall by a metal bar. I feel nothing but melancholy as I look at my arm. My arm is slowly ripping apart and I can’t feel it, probably because I got shot in the spine. Just moments before terrorist had attacked this lab. I look back at the expanding rift. This is what you get for throwing gunfire and explosives around people experimenting with black holes.
I was only a guard here for just a few days before all this crap went down. I never really had a choice as to what I should do with my life. Grow up only to be mandatorily drafted with everyone else my age. 18 years of freedom 6 months of boot camp then shipped off to gods knows were. Military dictatorships suck. Damn this world I hope this thing expands and swallows the planet. I feel a slight sensation as my arm pops free. I continue my halted horizontal momentum as I fall into the rift. Well good by world.
I feel nothing as my vision blacks out as I enter the rift. No sensations nothing at all to feel or see in this black void. Black void? I can still think? I think I’m dead or I would probably feel something or see something. I try to think of nothing for a while as I think I’m probably still dyeing. After who knows how long I realize that I am indeed still thinking. If I’m not dead then what am I? Where am I? I think about this for a while and nothing happens. Well this sucks worse than my life on earth. This empty void must be some kind of purgatory or something. Well I guess I should contemplate or something.
An undetermined amount of time later.
“I spy with my little eye something black.”
“Oh is it the darkness.”
“What how did you know that.”
“Mowahahahaha.” Yup its official I’ve gone crazy. I don’t know when I started talking to myself or if I’m even talking, but I degrees there is nothing to do other than to entertain myself throw nonsense. “Alright it’s my turn. I spy with my little eye something white.”
“is it that light over there?”
“Damn your good. Wait what?” I do indeed see a light. The light is getting bigger. I watch fascinated and speechless as I watch the only illumination in this void get bigger and bigger. I think it’s headed to me not getting bigger. I watch in awe as I make out the shape of a woman inside the light. She approaches quickly and I relies that I’m quite small in comparison. A beautiful face the size of my torso looks at me wide eyed. I hear her surprised voice in my head.
“Where’d you come from? How did you get here?” She’s pretty cute looking. Well if I’ve finally gone crazy I may as well go deep.
“I got sucked into some kind of black hole.” She brings a finger to her closed mouth and squints her eyes.
“Shhh… They will hear you.” She taps her head. “Just think I can hear you. You are a rare find in this place and just what I need.” She gives me a wide smile with sparkly eyes.Ok I guess. So why are you here? Just taking a stroll into the old black? “Something like that. There was noise coming from this region of the void and a few of us came to investigate. Imagine my surprise when I find the remains of someone from one of the dense universes.” Her smile widens as she claps with her hands. Strangely no sound is made. I try to look her over but the rest of her is obscured by light. She gives me a smirk for trying to see her right when I see more lights in the distant void. She turns her head and sees them as well. “The others are close.” She looks back to me and a small ball of light floats towards me. “Quick I need your consent to be mine so I can dematerialize you. I need you to accept so I can take you out of here.” Um ok but why? “I don’t want to share with the others because they piss me off. I also probably won’t ever find someone here in time again.”
“Ok I accept.” Probably a bad idea but what the hell beats sitting here for eternity. Her grin turns greedy as the light ball blinds me. “Oww damn it.” I fall down and smack my head against stone. “Oww what the hell?” I open my eyes and see coble stone tiles as I nurse my head with both hands. “What? I sit up and stare at my hands. I have hands again. I can feel again. I sit up and look at myself. I’m glowing and slightly see threw, yet I can feel. “Ok this is different.”
“Indeed.” I hear the same female voice as before just much louder and directly behind me. I look behind me over my shoulder and my eyes nearly pop out. Behind me sits a woman with the same cute face as the glowing woman from the void. She looks to be about 12 meters tall and sitting on a throne made of skulls. Nearly all the skulls of various sizes are unrecognizable to me, yet a few looked human. She had black feathery wings on her back. Her hands had claws and scales that tapered off into skin up to her elbow. Her feet are clawed reptilian shaped with scales up to her knees that blended into clean tanned skin. She wore nothing but a decorated loincloth that streamed down to just below her knees. Shit did I just sell my soul to a demon.
She smiles and starts to laugh and I’m hypnotized as I watch her breast juggle. She shakes her head and wipes away a tear. Looking down at me she smiles. “No you did not sell your soul to a demon. I am Nefra the goddess of power and hope. You are now my immortal champion.” Well shit slavery is slavery. Well I guess it won’t be too bad if I can keep this view. She snaps her fingers on one hand and points up. “Up here.” There is amusement in her voice. How did she snap her fingers with those claws? I close my eyes and shake my head. Calm yourself man this is a goddess. I look up into her eyes. She has amused smirk on her face.
“Sorry about that. May I ask a few questions?”
“I don’t mind. My champion will have perks and privileges with time.” She licks her lips and I see the sharp teeth in her mouth. She crosses her legs then props her head up on one of her hands. “Ask and I may answer. I nod.
“Thank you. I guess I will start with what came first. I’m I dead.
“Yes.” Well I guess that was a no brainer. I just had to be sure.
“What did you mean by dense universe?”
“The materials of your universe are extremely dense and rigid. So much so that it suppresses most energy. It stifles magic to the point of none existence. It compacts magic so densely in your body’s that it prevents any use of it of any kind. This is why most gods take people from dense universes as summoned heroes or champions. There is usually some power loss in the transfer. In order a god needs power to suck someone or a group into the void. Preferably those that had just died because the power loss to the individual is less.”
“People who are brought into the void that are alive will always have more power than those who died first even if they lose more of their own power in the transfer. Next they need to be transferred from the void into the perspective god or gods realm. This part is mostly a drain on the god or goddess who dose the transfer. Then from there they are transferred into the mortal plane, or into an awaiting body, or into a body given to them by a god. Each option has degrees of power loss to the summoned hero or champion. A created body being the biggest power drain and transferred into a new body having the least amount of power loss.
“What does that make me? I died in the void and was not summoned into it.” Nefra smiles wide and sits up.
“You are special because you got transferred by something else into the void with your body. You avoided the biggest power drain. Infect your body was compressed with other materials that your essence inhabited. I transferred all of it into what you are now. It took a lot of power on my end but well worth it.”
“So you said I’m your champion? Does that mean I have to do what you tell me to do? Do I have a choice? I don’t mean to be rude but I don’t want to be a slave.” She sat up straighter resting her hand back onto the arm of her throne. She shook her head.
“No you are not a slave. You will have all the free will to do as you please. What kind of goddess would I be if I made my champions into slaves.” I look at the skull throne and raise an eyebrow. She shrugs. “I like the aesthetic. It goes well for a goddess of power no?” I sigh and nod in agreement. I look down at my see threw body. I don’t seem that powerful. I look like a ghost. I hear her giggle so I look back up at her. She was now leaning forward with her hands on her knees. “Don’t worry as you get older you will get more power and become larger.” I swallow as my eyes are drawn to her breasts. She leans back into her throne and stretches, her wings flaring out as her chest rises. She relaxes back into her throne wiggling a little. “It will be a long time before we make a demigod.” She sighs then cocks her head with a light smile. “Other questions.”
“Yes you mentioned immortality?”
“Oh right it’s not really a big thing. Since your power is so hard to find I tied you directly to me. Whatever body you have in the mortal world will never age, and if you get killed or die of an accident you will come back to my realm without any problems. You can’t be soul drained, or your soul harmed by anything other than a god. If any of my fellow gods in this realm hurt you.” her eyes go jet black and black veins all over her body become visible. Her voice becomes deep and soulless as if multiple people were talking at once. “They will beg for forgiveness.” She returns to normal quickly and smiles at me. “Oh and your memory’s will be immune to all forms of manipulation. Don’t want my champion to forget he is my champion.” That’s nice stuff right there.
“Ok what would you like me do to as your champion and is there anything I need to know.”
“There are many things you need to know, yet most will be revealed as you go. As for what I want you to do.” She looks me over and taps her chin with a claw. “There are many things but first I want you to save and, or change the fate of one of my believers.” She points behind me. I look and seven stone alcoves light up. Each had a large mirror in it. “Before you go and look I need to tell you that the world you will go to has game like features than rule the world. There are such things as experience gain, levels, skill’s, abilities, traits and such. Some features are not in our world, but that’s ok they were lame anyway.” She gives me a big grin. “All intelligent beings in the world can see their own status. I won’t let you see your status in my realm this time.” She gives me a coy wink. “You can see your status and that of others when you arrive.” She claps her hands together once. “Now look at me and try to identify me in your mind.” I do just that and I’m surprised when a screen pops up in my vision.
Nefra goddess of Power and hope Alignment: chaotic neutral
Nefra is one of the few gods worshipped by all sentience of the planet Elenton. She is known to be one of the more benevolent, yet wrathful gods. She is perceived as one of the strongest gods in her pantheon.
“That’s cool and convenient. I take it I will get more detail when I go onto the planet.” She nods then motions towards the mirrors.
“Each one has asked me to save them. And each one has offered everything that they have to me as payment. Look them all over then choose which one you want to. They will be given to you to save and change their fate. You may do with them as you want.” She shows me her cute little smirk again. “Just be warned they can and will influence you.” I nod and walk up to the mirror on the far right.
I see a man who looked to be almost 30 years old running on a trail in the forest. The image was paused. He was is cut up and bleeding all over, yet he had the handsome roguish look down pat. He wore leather armor and had a bloody sword in his hand. I looked around him in the mirror and I could see corpses of small green men. Goblins I guess. Oh one looks like he might live. Well if you call legless living if he doesn’t bleed out first. I look back to the man. He was holding onto an amulet in his free hand that I could not see.
Aaron Dotchan Age: 28 Level: 009 Class: NA
Aaron Dotchan started adventuring late in his life to support his new wife his 4 month old baby daughter. He encountered a group of goblins walking down the trail from the direction of his home. He beseeched the goddess for help in the slim chance he can save his wife and child, or have his revenge on the goblins.
“Question, how do you get classes and what’s the max level? Is the max 999?”
“No! Level 999 is not the max. No one in the mortal realm has passed it so the number of spaces has not changed. The Goddess Nat who writes the pop ups has not had to update it for quite some time. Up here on the other hand.” She gives me a mischievous smile as she taps her chin as if in thought. “You will just have to find out. As for classes you can choose one at level 10. Class options are based off your stats, skills, and what training you have received.”
“You can pick a secondary class at level 50 than a third at level 100 or merge the two. You can pick up another class every 100 levels after that or merge the ones you got. There are only a few magical weapons or equipment that requires certain skills stats or abilities to use. Otherwise there are no restrictions on what you can ware use or weald. You can be a full plate waring lightning mage if you want. Just don’t blame me if you electrocute yourself to death in such a get up.”
“Thanks for the info. I doubt I’m that stupid. Oh before I forget is there a loot system or do I have to gather things manually.” She shakes her head.
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“There is no loot system. What you see is what you get, but a few dungeons have set up a loot system.” Hmmm food for thought. I guess I can get everything I see on someone then. I look back at Aaron. If I go to this guy I will probably have to help him fight some goblins right away. I walk to the next mirror. The first thing I noticed in the mirror was a naked woman with bloody hands and a naked male corps on a bed behind her.
“Damn this looks like a doozy.” The woman was extremely beautiful with her silky looking black hair perfect curves and a set of double D’s if my eyes don’t deceive. I cock my head as I looked at them, for they appear to be strangle gravity defying with the looks of melons instead of pairs. She has both of her bloody arms closed together in prayer. Her eyes are closed, and she’s crying while looking at a wall. On the wall were three circles within each other.
There was a single line coming from the top that went all the way to the center. There were two more lines on the bottom a third of the outer circle from each other. Both lines ended when they met the second circle. Ok I’m assuming the girl killed the dude. The knife was still in his chest and the bloody hands and bloody painted symbol on the wall weren’t enough giveaways. I’m not going to embarrass myself and ask if that’s Nefra’s holy symbol. So let’s see what the info is about this event.
Soestia Morivel Age: 20
Level" 003
Class: NA Soestia Morvel is the only child of a rich merchant. He dotes on her so much that he has given her free rein on whom she marries. He has been training her to take over the family business. A Nobel has had his eye on her and her fathers merchant empire for a few years and no longer respected her Firm no. He kidnapped Soestia then raped her. Soestia killed him in his sleep. She fears reprisals and does not know what to do. She has offered Nefra everything body and soul to help her.
“Oh this one is going to be a mess.” Help her and you get instant enemies, yet that body and the merchant empire might be a balancer. I move on to the next mirror. It is another woman, but this time she’s in the forest. I take a look at her. She has very nice curves, d sized breasts, and cat ears. What? I take a closer look. Yup her ears are cat ears and tail included just coming off her tail bone. Nice a cute catgirl. Her state of dress is well in tatters and shreds. It looks like she shredded some of it herself to wrap around her feet. She has a cute face if you ignore the wide eyed scared look. She has a necklace around her neck that has Nefra’s symbol. Let’s see what we got.
Meeka Maki Age: 19 Level: 008 Class: NA
Meeka Maki was traveling with her family to the capitol of Erador for a festival when there caravan became under attack in the middle of the night. Meeka did not see the attacker in the night but knew there was no hope of survival. She fled into the forest and got lost. For the last few nights something has been following her and scaring her on purpose. She is lost and being stocked by some monster in the forest. She has offered Nefra everything for any help of any kind.
She’s lost in the forest with some monster of unknown origin harassing her. Hmm… probably a fight if I choose to save her. She’s cute though would probably be grateful for whomever saves her. I walk to the next mirror which has a darker environment. I can make out a man in the mirror? Well he resembles a man. He has strong handsome features. His skin almost looks scaled, has two horns on his head that arc back from the sides. He has a lizard’s tail. He is chained to the wall with a cool set of wings tied together on his back. He has no shirt. He is only waring brown pants that look like they may chafe. He’s got strong muscles and a dejected defeated look to him. I can totally see this guy in a set of armor making a speech in front of an army. He’s got that charismatic look. He is a cool looking dragon man.
Gtoran Ve’cha Drach Age: 22 level: 012 Class:Nobel
Gtoran Ve’cha Drach is the last of his family, for the rest were murdered or died fighting when a group of Nobels attacked His family’s barony. They now need a witnessed confession to justify there seizure of his family’s home and assets to the king.He has offered everything for any chance of survival.
"Hmmm... What's a Nobel class?"
Class: Nobel
The Nobel class is one of a couple of jack of all trade’s classes. This class is Only available to aristocrats or those whom became aristocrats.
+15 % to learning and advancing all skills
+1 to charisma every level
Bonus to the effectiveness of actions that require leadership
“Neat, but once again a mess with the nobles involved. Next.” I walk to the next mirror. The image is blurry and there is water every ware. I can see the back of someone clinging on top of some wreckage of some kind. I think it is a woman but I‘m not sure too much rain in the way. “Nefra is there a way to git a better picture of this one.” I look back her and she nods.
“Put both your hands together on the image ans spread them apart to zoom in and together to zoom out. One hand move left or right to rotate, and up or down works the same way.”
“Thanks’.” I zoom in and rotate the image. It is definitely a she. I can see all of her cute petite shape as well as nice perky B cup breasts. I can see everything that’s above water. What remains of her clothes is even less then what the catgirl had on. I take a closer look at her face. She has pointed ears like an elf. Her wet skin is light blue and pale. Her eyes are a solid black no distinction of where she is looking at all. She looks absolutly tarrafied. I zoom out and rotate the screen. Shit how am I going to save her. Wait I think I see land, yes that’s probably land. Quite a bit of distance but doable. I look back to the cute petite elf girl. Yup I think she is cuter then the catgirl.
Jilia Havi Dos’Mul Age: 62 Level: 008 Class: NA
Jilia Havi Dos’Mul is the 3rd and youngest princess of the Fey Island kingdom of Dos’Breton. She has lived a sheltered and protected life and has been named the gem of the kingdom. Jilia was on her first trip outside her home in her entire life. Disaster struck and a strong storm tore the ship she was on into pieces. She has Offered Nefra all that she is if she can be saved from the storm.
“Poor girl. First time she steps away from home and the world shits on her.” I look back at Nefra. “Are the Fey elves here?” she shakes her head.
“No the Fey are not elves although they are close. You can tell an elf apart from a fey by their skin color and especially their eyes. Elves have fewer skin tones then the fey. The fey are very skewed towards magic, which is why they look physically weaker than most races. Don’t let that deceive you though. It is only a look not reality.” Ok just two more to go. I walk up to the next mirror and frown.
“I’ve noticed a theme that almost all of these people are in various stats of undress. Well except the first guy.” I look upon a gray ash skinned Elf that only wore a loincloth about his waist.
“Most people that offer everything almost always have nothing.” I nod she has a point. The Elf is in a dimly lit room with almost nothing inside it. His bed if you can call it that didn’t even have a blanket. I look at the elf and snort. It figures that elves are beautiful even there males have the look. He’s got the muscles and some scars so I guess I can’t call him a girly man. He is wearing a color around his neck. I guess he’s a slave Let’s see the info.
Lotain Hos’Vol Age: 86 Level: 022
Lotain Hos’Vol was the one who provided for what remained of his family after the last time Drow civilians revolted against the Shotian that lorded over them. His family started to starve, so Lotain approached one of the Shotain that ruled the region he lived in. lotain offered himself into service so his family could survive. The Shotain had him trained then used as a guard for many years before selling him into slavery to a passing caravan for some quick money. He became depressed for he knew that his remaining relatives had surely been tossed into the slums before he left the underdark. The caravan traveled for months until he was sold to a rich merchant as a sex slave. The Fat male merchant loves little boys and a beautiful elf is the next best thing. He has offered everything to Nefra if she can change his fate.
“Well damn that’s a crappy life.” Well there is several things here I don’t understand.
Race: Elf - Drow
Elves are one of the longer lived races of Elenton. The drow like there other counter parts are flexible and have a talent for magic. Drow society more often than not is ruled by Woman.
Elves receive + 2 to dexterity and + 1 to both Intelligence and Wisdom per level and 2 stat points do distribute per level.
Drow traits:
Inhanced vision
Low light perception
Magic sensitivity
Shotain
The Shotain are the ruling class of the Drow. Most leaders of the Shotain are female Drow and they rule mostly with an iron fist. Most citizens are treated like slaves. Drow lands are almost all small military dictatorships everywhere. The Shotain is full of rivalries and fights for dominance. The Shotain have a Queen that rules over them, yet she has to constantly fight to maintain some order and control.
“Well they seem to be a lovely little bunch I would like to meet. NOT”
Underdark
The Underdark is a series of large underground caverns that connect and stretch for miles underground. It is the home of many creatures of terror. The majority of the Drow population has claimed it as home.
Well that is a vacation spot I’m placing as do not visit. If the locals won’t get you the things that go bump in the dark will. Now to the last one. I walk up to the last mirror and my jaw drops. The young looking woman had slightly pointed ears, two obsidian black horns reaching from the top of her forehead. She even had a long thin tinsel tail. Her skin was clean and healthy with a dark pink color, almost red in tone. I can see artfully decorated black tribal tattoos across her body. She was completely naked and on her knees across from a statue that resembled Nefra with a large diagram of her symbol behind it. The woman had her arms stretched out and palms up in imitation of the statue. All the curves in the right places, a face to die for and perfectly shaped C cup breasts.
“Holy crap, that face that body. People would kill each other just to get her attention. She’s a virtual sexy goddess of massive proportions.”
“Oh that one. My sister Erisa blessed that one. She’s the goddess of love and beauty if you want to know.” Look back down the line of mirrors.
“Not a single one is ugly or even plain looking, even the males.”
“Of course everyone wants to be beautiful it’s only natural.” That’s a difficult thing to argue against. I look back to the sexy demon girl. Rotating the view I could see that her canines and front teeth are a lot sharper than normal. She even had short almost claw looking red nails on her fingers and toes. I could not see a single speck of hair other than her eyebrows and head. All the others had hair in other places accept the fey girl.
“Ok let’s see what this last girl’s situation is.”
Latisha Traya Bloodclaw Age: 17 Level: 009 Class: NA
Latisha Traya Bloodclaw is the only child of the Deamon warlord Trayvonis Bloodclaw leader of the Bloodclaw clan. Trayvonis doted on his only child so much that he neglected preparing her to take over the clan. The heir of the neighboring Broja clan has demanded her hand in marriage so he can absorb the Bloodclaw clan. He is an ugly fat pig of a man. On her 18th birthday she must either challenge the Broja hair herself in combat or have a champion face him for her freedom. Two of the Broja heir’s thugs have trapped her in the shrine of Nefra so she can’t prepare or select a champion to defend her. She has always been a quite shy girl and knows her right to challenge will be null and void when she turns 18 in a week. In desperation she has stripped down and offered Nefra her body and soul to be saved from her fate.
“Well that suck’s. Shame on the father too. Cuddle someone to much and they won’t be prepared for reality. It would be a shame if such a diamond is soiled by some ugly pig man.” I back over all the mirriors. “Nefra if I am to save one of them what race will I be? Do I get to choose?”
“Sorry champion you don’t. You will be the very race of the one you take. So choose wisely.” Well I guess that makes sense. Don’t want to be a hated race in the rejoin of whom I pick to save. “Everything they have and are will belong to you.” I frown. Ok let’s see those features.
Race: Deamon - Bloodclaw bloodline
Deamon’s are a warlike race among themselves but will always unite against any invasion of their lands. The Daemons are ruled by warlords and then a Demon lord above that. They are a hardy bunch that prides themselves in strength. They mostly do not care what race someone is, only how strong they are. Only the Beastkin can rivel them in deversity.
Daemons get + 1 to strength, dexterity, endurance, and intelligence, and 2 stat points per level
Traits:
Magic sensitivity
Hardy Constitution
Bloodclaw bloodline trait: Extendable and retractable sharp claws and nails
Race: Fey
The Fey are isolationist and do not like mixing much with other races. They are a proud and secretive race that revels in magic and the study of it. They have small frames that hide their strength. All Fey use magic to a degree.
Fey start with – 1 to endurance and +1 to Intelligence
Fey get +1 to strength, +2 to intelligence, and + 1 to wisdom, and 2 stat points per level
Traits:
Magic sight
Magic sensitivity
Instinctive mana control.
Race: Beastkin – Nekomata
The beastkin are one of the most populous races on the planet. Beastkin are known for their heightened senses. There are all kinds of types of beastkin. The Nekomata are known for their quick reflexes and curious nature. The Nekomata are the most spread out of the Beastkin races, and arguably the most numerus.
Nekomata get +3 to dexterity and + 1 to endurance, and 2 stat points per level
Traits:
Enhanced Hearing
Enhanced eyesight
Low light perception
Race: Beastkin – Draken
The beastkin are one of the most populous races on the planet. Beastkin are known for their heightened senses. There are all kinds of types of beastkin. The Draken are a proud race that claims to be descended from dragons. They are strong and stout and prideful of their Nobel nature. The have a high position in the social order of the beastkin.
Draken get +1 to strength, and +2 to endurance, and +1 to wisdom, and 2 stat points per level
Traits:
15% fire and cold resistance
Hardened skin
Magic sensitivity
Race: Human
Human population’s almost rivals the Beastkin. Humans have the most diverse cultures than any other race. They are known for their adaptability and diversity in skills. They are the most Jack of all trades on the planet.
Humans get +1 to dexterity and endurance, and 4 stat points per level
Traits:
+5% chance of learning and improving skills
Well figures that Humans are the jack of all trades kind of thing. It’s pretty standard in games I guess. I walk back to in front of Nefra. I look up at her and try not to stare at her gigantic boobs.
“I Have looked them all over and I’m ready to choose.”
“Good. You must only choose one. Once I hear your choice you cannot change it. I will inform you of the fates of each that you did not choose. Choose only one to save and change their fate, but you must remember they too can influence you. Now Choose.