“I choose Latasha Traya Bloodclaw.” Nefra stands up and towers over me with a serious look in her eyes.
“You sure? You cannot take this choice back. You will live with the choice tell you die and return to me.” I nod
“Yes I wish to save her.” She steps forward and picks me up with one massive hand.
“Very well I shall reveal the fates of those not chosen.” I look back to the mirrors and watch the entire stone wall morph into one giant mirror. I can see Aaron running. It plays out like a movie. He races threw the Forrest chopping up one smaller group of goblins before reaching a clearing were his home lay. There is a group of 20 goblins right outside his home. They had two fires set up one with a cookpot the other has his wife tied and impaled over a fire. He screams in rage and tears as he charges them. He kill’s 14 of them and injures 3 others before he is overwhelmed by his accumulated wounds and fatigue. He dies and is butchered.
“Well shit. Could I have saved them?”
“No. They were already dead before he asked for help.” The image changed to Soestia. She is still bowing and scraping begging Nefra for help. “Let’s speed this along. The image speeds up as Soestia begs and pleads in fast forward. The image returns to normal a maid opens the door after there is no response to her nocks. She screams and closes the door. A little bit later a mage enters and subdues a begging Soestia. She is brought before the rest of her kidnapper’s family within a day. They have her publicly executed without a trial or review. I frown.
“She didn’t even try to save herself.” The image changes to the catgirl Meeka Maki lost in the forest. She runs for a while before a werewolf pounces on her. It bites her then proceeds to play with her by knocking her around dragging her and shredding her clothes causing more cuts in her skin. This continues for a while until she stops resisting to tired and battered to do anything other than lay there and let it kill her. It proceeds to rape her than drag her to a cave.
She continues to be its toy for a couple of days before a couple of hunters trap the werewolf in the cave and kill it. They found her abused body in the back of the cave. She is happy for a few moments and begs them for help. They silently pull their weapons out and tell her that she is infected and cannot be allowed to change. They pin her down and strike her hart in one blow. The image fades away.
“Fuck that was horrible.” Nefra nods as the image changes again. This time it is the Lizard dude. He is taken in and out of his cell and tortured and asked to confess to a crime he did not commit. He eventually gives in. he is then taken outside and finds out that a few of his family members were still alive. His relief was short lived as they are all taken to a platform and all publicly executed him included. Nefra spoke.
“The sad thing is that if he had endured for just a week more the torture would have stopped. He and his family would have been banished instead.” The Image changed before I could respond. It was of the Fay girl Jilia hanging onto the wreckage. She gets tossed around by the waves for a few minutes before her endurance gives and she loses her hold onto her lifeline. Two more waves and drowns.
“Well at least she didn’t suffer long.” Nefra nods as the image changes to the Drow Lotain. He is taken out of his room whipped than raped by his fat merchant owner. This pattern continues for a week before he is taken outside the merchant’s home and shown the gate entrance of the city. He is shown corpses hanging from the walls. He is told that that is the fate of slaves who attempt to leave. To his horror he sees his grandfathers and his niece’s corpse hanging from the wall. They were supposed to be safe and in the care of the Shotain.
He screams and pulls out the merchant’s sword and kill’s him. He manages to kill several more before he is killed by the city guards. His corpse joins his family on the wall. “I was thinking it before and now I will say it out loud. His life was just plain shit.” The Image changes to Latasha inside the small Nefra shrine. “Anything I need to know? What should I do after I save her?”
“Almost anything you want. Become a hermit far from civilization or conquer the world I care not. Just don’t commit genocide or wonton slaughter in my name. Oh and don’t destroy any other gods shrines or symbols with your own hand. I’m a neutral goddess.” She gives me a wicked smile. Ok I get the hint not by ‘my hand’ I got it.
“Sinse I don’t have a body, I guess you’re making me one? May I design it a little?”
“No I’m not going to waste some of your power on creating a body.” What then that would mean?
“Wait!!” my eyes go wide as I lift my arms. Her smile is just down right evil.
“Good luck with your choice, and remember to spend your points or you will suffer.”
“Wait!!” Nefra tosses me into the image of Latasha while laughing. My vision goes black. I blink a few times, and my vision returns, and what I see momentarily confuses me. Right before me I see the small Statue of Nefra and her symbol behind it. “What?” My voice was not my own. It was very feminine. I quickly look left and right and confirm I’m in the cave I saw Latasha in. I close my eyes and breathe in slowly then out. I open my eyes and slowly look down. I see light red skin almost pink in color. I also see the mounds and naked body I was afraid I was going to see. “FUCK!”
I get out of the kneeling position and stand up looking at my new hands. There were claws that were strait on my fingers instead of curved or jagged. No way am I going to make a fist with these hands. I poke my left palm with one claw and I’m rewarded with blood and pain. Crap this is going to be difficult. I look around and see what I’m assuming was Latasha’s clothes just outside of the carved symbol on the ground. I walk up to it what I think are her shoes. They looked like sandals, yet they had a lot of straps that would go half way up my shins. Tied on the top of the foot and behind the shins it looks like. I frown and pick up the clothes. There are two pieces here.
“Hello?” I drop the clothes and nearly jump at the sudden voice in my head. “You can hear me right?” There was that voice again. I looked around and still saw no one.
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“Yes…?” I said the word slowly as I am unsure what is going on.
“Thank you for choosing to help me. Nefra told me that you are her champion. Not in my wildest dreams did I think I was going to be given to her very own champion.” I smile and clap before realizing that the urge to do so did not come from me. What was that? I felt her excitement? “Oh? Sorry about that. Nefra told me that I can talk to you for a while and at certain times. I’m to help you adapt and learn about my life so you can blend in. I will still be here but you will live my life.” Great not only am I in the body of a woman, but the previous tenant is still here. I sigh as I pick up the clothes again.
“How do I put these on?” There are five pieces of clothes. One was a single piece that I had to put on first. I had to put my tail through a ring, and pull part of it between my legs, and into another ring in the front than wrap it around my waist back to the ring at my tail. I than had to take the other side that was attached to my tail ring and align another ring into the small of my back just slightly below my shoulder blades. I than had to wrap cloth over each shoulder over each breast. I was momentarily distracted as I cupped both breasts. They felt good.
“Please continue to dress please.” I felt embarrassment more hers then my own. I covered my breasts with the cloth and proceeded to gripe and complain a little as I strained and tied it off to the ring on my back.
“That was a pain and extremely hard to do especially with these hands.” I do a little stretching to test movement. All my privates are covered and don’t come undone, yet I was more limited bending forward sense everything is tied off to the two rings at my tail and back.
“I usually have my servants dress me. Know the arms” Right she is the daughter of a daemon warlord. I pick up two smaller pieces of cloth. Well they were just arm sleeves that secured just under my armpits. They two were a little hard to tie one claw handed without cutting myself. The sleeves were artfully designed with symbols and motifs that I assume are specific for the Bloodclaw tribe. The last two were leggings that secured to the ring below my navel and at my tail. They held identical designs to the sleeves just larger. I looked myself over and frowned.
“I know it’s warm here but are these clothes a little to raveling?” I feel the emotion of confusion.
“What are you talking about? It’s too warm here most of the year and these are traditional bloodclaw clothes. Anything more would just be a hassle to put on.” I sigh. At least they show off the cool tattoos. I looked about the shrine and spotted nothing else other than a wooden door. What to do now. Oh right Nefra said to spend my points. How do I do that?
“Latasha how do I look at my status?” Right when I ask that a status screen popped into view. “Never mind let’s see what we got.”
Name: Latasha Traya Bloodclaw Age: 17 class: NA Titles: Blessed by Goddess Erisa, Hair to the Bloodclaw clan, Champion of Nefra Race: Daemon (Bloodclaw) Level: 009 Statpoints: 36
Health: 100 Mana: 177 Stamina: 185
Hreg: 0.4% s Mreg: 2% s +5% Sreg: 8% s STR: 19 19 DEX: 19 19 END: 19 19 INT: 29 +(5%) 30 WIZ: 18 +(5%) 18 Hidden stats: 3 Resistances:
Magic: 15% +5 Heat: 24% +5 Cold: 8% +5 Mind: 99% +5 Soul: 95
“Looks like you put your points into intelligence and wisdom. What are these plus 5 percent’s that I see?”
“Those are because of my tattoos. I acquired them on my 14th birthday from the former demon lord. He was a friend of my fathers and came to visit before he went to the battle he died in. I have always wanted to be a mage so he gifted them to me as a present. Wow you have 36 stat points to distribute.” I wonder were those come from. I’m going to assume it’s from being a champion of Nefra.
Champion of Nefra
All gods and goddesses have champions to show there might on the world. As long as they head there gods commands and retain their favor they may remain a champion with all of the benefits. Each champion has stats and ability’s given to them by their perspective god or goddess determined.
The first Champion of Nefra gains +4 stat points per level
Resistance to Mind magic and abilities that affect the mind is raised to 99%
Resistance to Soul Magic and abilities is raised to 95%
Negates almost all negative bonuses to learning Spells, abilities, and skills regardless of Class.
“Neat I can learn practically anything and have a larger stat pool that anyone else.”
“Wow normally champions get 1 to 3 extra stat points not 4.” I wonder where I should place the stat points? “I would suggest you place your points into Wisdom and Intelligence. It is what I have been building up to and learning about. Members of the Bloodclaw bloodline prefer to become spellcasters, or assassins, or martial artist types because of our claws.”
“What does every stat do?”
“I have learned the answer to that in my studies. Strength measures physical power, your ability to lift and carry heavy things. Dexterity is how nimble, and fast you are, as well as your reflexes. Endurance is basically determines your stamina. How long you can last doing an activity, walking, running, climbing, dancing, and others. Endurance is usually a must have. We daemons ae lucky we get one point into it each level. Intelligence determines how fast you can think, and your mana supply. Wisdom one of the most versatile. It determines your mana regen, and magic resistances, as well as your ability to cast and learn spells. The higher your wisdom the more spells you can learn. Well Intelligence also determines that as well. They both go hand in hand. It’s usually a good idea to not let it fall to far behind your Intelligence.” Interesting but not unexpected I guess.
“And the hidden stats?”
“Constitution, Charisma, and Luck. Constitution effects your health. Granted you gain health every level up regardless, yet you can affect it more directly by adding points in to Constitution. Almost every one unlocks the stat at level 10. The last two stats are also unlocked at level 10. Unfortunately no one can add points to either luck or Charisma. They have set values that can only be changed buy your actions, and/or time. Charisma is basically how you look and you influence on other people. Luck well is just your overall luck in life I guess.”
“Thank you.” I guess I should distribute my points.