Is This Another Isekai? ~ RP

Cam E. Leon · Apr 7, 2021

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He chuckled hearing the voice, "My oh my, if I didn't know any better I'd say we've barely met and your already at the end of your wick. Let me guess, the other crazies you've picked up before me have weathered you down? I hardly doubt I'm your first choice, or maybe you don't get a choice, orders from up high, Wherever that might be. But nonetheless, Please show me the other races, I'd like to read up on them. Knowledge is power, And gives me the appetizer~" he licked his lips as he sat down in front of the screen reading up on the races.

Kendrick

Kendrick: As kendrick walked he took notes of the flora and fauna before looking up. "Well. That's something you don't see everyday. Huh.... wonder how night works, Maybe now is night" he said before he looked at his skills, "gotta get proper sense of location first. Then I'll hunt for some rations." as he walked he continued to mark trees with an arrow showing the direction he was going as he grabbed random berries or fruit eating them to taste them, "hmmm, Either in a cold zone, or its around whatever this places late fall." he said feeling the snow, smiling ever so slightly as it reminded him of home. Before looking at the shed. He gripped the axe in one hand and walked over knocking on the door "Hello? anyone in here, If your dead, can i take your stuff? kinda stranded here."

Deathkitten

Deathkitten · Apr 7, 2021

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<Fine. Those I didn't list before are not recommended options... and I've been dealing with idiots and weirdos so far.>

< - Magically neutral, they have decent potential with most anything they put their mind to. So oddly colored in part because of their history as slaves and subsequent domestication. They stop aging in their mid-20s.>
< - - Starlight>
< - - - Extremely white skin, very light-colored eyes, sometimes with black freckling.>
< - - Fire-Opal>
< - - - Reddish-brown, honey-toned, striking skin, darker-colored eyes.>
< - - Pyrite>
< - - - Shiny gold metallic-looking skin, usually with golden eyes.>
< - - Onyx Vitiligo>
< - - - Dark black with vitiligo patches of one of the different tones, usually darker-colored eyes, sometimes heterochromatic.>
< - - Amethyst>
< - - - Purple-toned skin, lighter-colored eyes.>

< - Slender, tall, pointed ears, glittery irises, reflective eyes, usually naked. Continue to enhance an aura of beauty as they age. They reach biological maturity at 120.>
< - - Snow>
< - - - Pale white skin with lighter dappling that helps them hide in snowy environments, gold eyes in summer, blue eyes in winter.>
< - - - Specialties: Ice>
< - - Sun>
< - - - Golden tanned skin with darker and lighter, short vertical stripes, honey-amber eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Healing>
< - - Moon>
< - - - Quicksilver-colored skin with moon freckles and eyes w/ eyeshine>
< - - - Specialties: Poison>
< - - Wood>
< - - - Deeply tanned skin with wood grain, flower-colored eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Life>
< - - Drow>
< - - - Purple-toned skin w/ stone-like texturing, dark eyes w/ eyeshine.>
< - - - Specialties: Summoning>
< - - High>
< - - - Peach-toned skin, yellow-tinted eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Neutral>
< - - Sea>
< - - - Blue-toned skin with shiny scales, green to blue eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Water, air>
< - - Avariel>
< - - - Lightly tanned skin, brown wings, black eyes.>
< - - -Specialties: Air>
< - - Deep>
< - - - Deep, dark brown to black skin w/ stone-like texturing, large white-grey eyes w/ eyeshine, can control their scent.>
< - - - Specialties: Earth>

< - stout, short, burly, large ears. Reaches biological maturity and ceases aging at 90.>
< - - Ore>
< - - - Skin tones like ore veins, gem-colored eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Earth>
< - - Surface>
< - - - Peach to brown skin tones, usually with a “birthmark” or two in the form of spots of smooth gemstones, gem-colored eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Fire>

< - Half elf, half orc, mixed over many years of breeding together. Slit/reflective eyes, glittery irises, scales along back and arms, sometimes mistaken as Scalewalkers. Fast regeneration and sharp canines, though less than Orc forefathers. Shorter, pointy ears. Reach biological maturity and ceases to age at 60.>
< - - Sea>
< - - - Blue or green scales, Green-blue skin, finger webbing, various eye colors from blue to green to silver to even gold.>
< - - - Specialties: Water, Air>
< - - Snow>
< - - - White scales, green-blue skin with snow-like dappling, gold eyes in summer/blue eyes in winter.>
< - - - Specialties: Ice>

< - Sturdy, tall, large sharp canines, split hinged jaw, extremely accelerated healing, reptile-kin, large scales on their back and head, slit eyes. Most don’t use magic, but for a select few in their societies that specialize in it. Reach biological maturity and cease aging at 30.>
< - - Snow>
< - - - Light-green skin with white to green scales, green to yellow to white eyes.>
< - - - Specialties: Ice>
< - - Seascale>
< - - - Tend to be sleeker and slimmer than Snow Orcs, albeit faster. Has webbed hands and feet, as well as greater night vision. Tend to have stripes, and lean towards blue colorations. Blue/silver/gold eyes. Seafaring orcs, Polynesian-like culture. Boat cities. Diving. Huge lung capacity can last for four hours on average. Tend to have wind and water magic, though primarily held by shaman-like figureheads.>
< - - - Specialties: Water, Air>

< - Specialties: Varies based on the type of Dragonkin.>
< - - Dragon>
< - - - 100% dragon blood>
< - - - Quadrupedal, scaled beasts. Reaches maturity mostly based on power. Most dragons are considered hatchlings or adolescents until the age of 200. Starts out the size of a cat, but can grow as large as a building.>
< - - Dragonkin>
< - - - 75% dragon blood>
< - - - Bipedal, scaled humanoid with tail and wings. Dragonoid head. Reaches maturity and ceases aging at around 150.>
< - - Half-dragon>
< - - - 50% dragon blood>
< - - - Bipedal, mostly-scaled humanoid with tail and wings. Humanoid head. Reaches maturity and ceases aging at around 100.>
< - - Scalewalker>
< - - - 25% dragon blood>
< - - - Bipedal humanoid with tail, wings, and a small number of scales, usually on their forearms, neck, and back. Reaches maturity and ceases aging around 30.>

< - Specialties: Deals>
< - Effectively immortal, comes back from the dead as a new fae with full memories of their prior life, abhor necromancy involving the soul of a fae. Fae are immune to corruption and even produce a natural anti-corruption agent in their blood. This is a result of their connection with the world and lack of connection with the divine, and can temporarily sever a cleric’s ability to cast divine spells. Are usually used to represent the flesh itself. Are viewed as untrustworthy by the rest of the world not only because of their lack of understanding of death, but the resulting willingness to take extreme measures to solve problems. Predate all other life on Yuen. The Fae are, themselves, not alive in the conventional sense; they have no mechanisms by which they live except for a connection to the world itself and the lifeforce thereof. Beyond this, they are connected in particular to certain parts of nature; plants, animals, etc.>
< - - Winter, Autumn, Spring, Summer>
< - - Seelie, Unseelie>
< - - Sprite, Pixie, Fairy, Wisp, etc.>

< - Specialties: Varies based on the type of Nergin.>
< - Regarded as beastkin, Nergin have the ears and tail of various beasts. They are otherwise humanoid and quite petite unless the beast in their heritage is a particularly large species.>
< - They are often lewded.>
< - Nergin reacquire memories of their past lives over time. Their society will repair and raise the corpse of a fallen Nergin, their family managing the collection of previous bodies until their return to reclaim them. New Nergin souls are born fairly rarely, usually only when a developing child is intentionally hidden officially or unofficially. The exception to this are those Nergin born far away from most other Nergin. They tend to live nearly exclusively in tightly clustered, highly populated regions. Tend to offer extremely cheap to free necessities to community members, but can be more expensive in terms of luxuries and exports. Generally career-centric without an emphasis on personal will; socially pressures members into roles that they'd likely be best in due to personality or physiology. They do not strictly require it, however, and will respect one's decisions if it becomes fruitful. Distantly related to an old fae service race. Can separate their soul from their body temporarily. Raised Nergin generally retain their old personality and behaviors, unless this is directly superseded by the will(subconscious or otherwise) of their current living incarnation. Every individual Nergin is a hivemind composed of the mind of the living Nergin sending the same thoughts and sensations that they feel, albeit it is recognizable what sensation belongs to who and has a phantom sense. Stops aging in their mid-20s.>

< - Kinda like demons of the world, they are the dungeon masters and source of corruption, though the corruption itself is a plague for them, it is far worse for other races. In ancient times, they were servants of the divine, but after a long-forgotten war, they struck out on their own. Are usually used to represent the mind and willpower and tend to have psychic powers rather than magic.>
< - - Sukusi>
< - - - Well-endowed, very attractive people with a wide variety of smooth patternless skin tones. They possess a long, thin tail and large, soft bat wings.>
< - - - Specialties: Psychic Manipulation>
< - - Rath>
< - - - Big buff Nixis with four arms. Somewhat like "Oni">
< - - - Specialties: Energy>
< - - Hyyn>
< - - - Various yokai-like types.>
< - - - Specialties: Illusions, Scrying>

<Again, if half-breed, select two.>

Deathkitten · Apr 7, 2021

Kendrick

The random berries tasted nice, kinda like tiny oranges in the shape of grapes. No skin to worry about. Very sweet. Very tart.

The shed looked abandoned, and when he knocked on the door, his strength being what it was... well... the door fell in. The collapse made a huge cloud of dust blow up in his face. This place hadn't been touched in years. Inside, there was a small table to the left, and a small wood stove in the right corner. Cabinets lined the wall, trying to make use of the small space, and cobwebs clung to every surface.

Cam E. Leon

Deathkitten · Apr 7, 2021

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Osuka · Apr 7, 2021

Lilith and Dennis
Location: Now Loading.....
Your hero's Ult ability can be used for many things - don't just save it for the final battle!

More than one thing had transpired at a time since their answers to Bob's oddly-rewarding questions, but the reward in question was questionable. For Dennis, his ability was to heal. It was a simple concept - use the spell, heal the damage. It'd come in handy in tight situations where they had to keep moving, or if he did end up pummeling Lilith. Maybe it wouldn't fix the scars on the inside, but the body would function. For Lilith however, she couldn't help but stare at the solution that was presented before her: Dice. As with the Advanced Appraise, she poked at it, and would have likely deduced that the use of the ability was to leave fate to chance. It would have been fine to simply find comfort in the idea that leaving critical moments to the roll of a die was all fine and well - to leave things outside of one's control to a mix of skill and pure luck. It would've even been preferable, and Lilith knew that for a fact, but the ability itself put a pit in her stomach.

Leaving things to chance was a dangerous gamble. If it was a do-or-die moment and she failed on the die roll like so many of her past tabletop games, it would've been her hand to roll. She'd be leaving the fates of much and more than herself to an entirely abstract and random outcome.

No, she couldn't think like that. Lilith shook the thought out of her head and rustled her silver locks. If this world ran with statistics - after all, they were already getting magick from races and skills in such a game-like format, then there had to be things that would modify the outcome of the die roll. Something to give it more predictability. To control the variables of the die roll would be the goal - so even something as simple as a two could turn out to give her even the slightest edge necessary.

"Look, Bob," Dennis started, pulling Lilith from her thoughts as he raised a hand. "I never called you a therapist, but you asked. No tellin' what you might find when you blindly dig a hole."

It was a simple retort; something Dennis wouldn't expect an answer from after Bob's statement, but it was enough to pull Lilith back to the present at the same time. They had more questions to answer, and Dennis couldn't afford to let Lilith get left behind. They'd have to drop into the new world together if they wanted to increase their initial chances of survival, let alone potentially succeed in even bagging one god let alone three.

They also had more questions, and after the first couple of sets they obtained made the outcome obvious, they'd have to really give their answers some thought. Lilith began to rub her chin as she fell into her thoughts once m-

"I mean, I guess my greatest success was raising a good kid like Con- er, Lilith," Dennis started. He ignored the exasperated sigh that left his daughter as he continued. "And my biggest flop would have to be something I'm not too keen on talking about, but I'm guessing you can infer that it'd be pretty bad if I said shit hit the fan when I was serving. It got ugly real quick and it didn't get any prettier."

There was a tinge of strain on Dennis's face after he finished speaking, and his knuckles had become a stark contrast of alabaster to his deep amber flesh from the force he used to clench his fists. Anyone with a keen eye for the signs could tell that he was fighting against the thoughts rampaging in his head, but of course, Bob was no therapist and it wasn't on them to take care of his issues. He'd deal with it on his own and by his terms, as it should be.

Lilith was more hesitant to answer, but after a couple minutes of deliberation...

"I was sent a letter by the Air Force to be part of their military branch due to my grades and my physical capabilities," She said with a flat tone. "I had studied for months before the test and got in the best shape I could. I guess I did pretty well in SCA tournaments for my age and weight bracket, but that could also go with my biggest failure. I've never been able to eke out a definitive win when it came to the finals, so I've always wounded up in second or third place. Aside from anything glaringly obvious for someone who's barely an adult, I guess that'd be a pretty big failure."

Then came the weapon selection. Before the both of them stood six pillars, three to each of them holding different implements. For them, they were about the same: A staff of solid oak, six feet tall with a verdant green hue of power gently pulsing from its very being sat betwixt an Arming Sword of Chromatic sheen and a Shield emblazoned with a crest of their favorite animal. For Lilith, the Shield bore the Phoenix; it was a creature that knew not final defeat - a mythical bird that always rose each time it fell, and for Dennis, the roaring visage of a bear; a stalwart and nigh-undefeated guardian of that which it cared for most with life and limb. Dennis was more than fine with the circumstances he had decided on well before this point, and with a confident clip to his stride, he chose the Sword and Shield - one to protect, and one to slay.

Lilith, of course, had to be sure. Pulling the cordage of rope she had in her pack from before, she began to move to each, making sure not to touch a single one and allow gravity and physics to do its job with each and every loop and tug she made. It was only a minute later that she had ensnared all three, and after one final pull, she made sure to make it so all three would touch her at once. Dennis looked at her with raised brows, but she only smiled at the expression she was given.

"I, for one, want everything I could possibly stand to gain going into the new world," she said to the disembodied voice of Bob. "Long range, short range, defensive, offensive, magickal, physical, and otherwise, if it can be obtained, I want to master it. Besides, since I have a background with swords and shields, and I picked the Mana Dragon and Snow Elf, it'd be abhorrent for me to ignore the more ethereal aspect of combative and non-combative skills I could stand to gain. Aside from that, if you want us to put down gods, I'm going to go for every tool I can get my hands on for it."

Dennis groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Yeah, he sure did raise one hell of a kid, he guessed...

Deathkitten

Cam E. Leon · Apr 7, 2021

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"Oh my oh my. Ill do my best to get out of your hair. Though half breeds huh. By some logic that means the gods have played around using magic. Or it means theyve all come from one base species. Primordial races? Perhaps. Or it could be magic has stained all the living creatures of this planet so much the magic in the air is the only thing keeping all the bodies together. Like some magnetic force keeping life stable. Or perhaps im just over thinking all of this. I doubt you'll tell me the answer. But for kow. I think ill go half breed Sukusi Hyyn. Seems a lovely and fun combination. What do you think darling?" He chimed letting his mind wander as he made his decision.

Kendrick

"..........fuck" he said as he observed the destruction he had caused. Genrly picking the door up setting it to the side as he began to check the cabinets. Supplies. Thats needed. Fish can be got from the stream. Wood for kindling and fire. If there are others hell have to grab more for everyone. Hmmm. Lets clean up first. He thought before he began removinf the cobwebs

Deathkitten

oooo · Apr 8, 2021

Wow, it answered, the thought to himself. Killing gods? So this Entity was not a god? Or maybe he was a superior god, hopefully. One wish, huh? This was so much to take in. He had to kill a god with "others". Who were others? He hadn't seen anyone else, but maybe this was just a pocket realm made specifically for "character creation", based on the fact that he could see nothing beyond the endless field that surrounded him. Okay, others. These would have to be like-minded individuals, seeing as Lucas' only unique thing about him was his potentially wasted future in the real world and a desire to do better for once. That means that they had probably had a similar experience with the "character creation" process, and were likely to be aware of the same things as him. Maybe they had asked more questions to the Entity, maybe they had asked less. His first priority would have to be finding these individuals as soon as he could and exchange information. Their races and looks would probably be different though, and considering he already felt dangerously unique-looking it would probably trouble the inhabitants of the world to have a band of irregular misfits show up. He hadn't thought enough about this. Maybe this was a regular occurence in this world and not just a random one-time thing. That had to be the case, but he better be sure.

"Is this a one-off occurrence or does this happen often?" He asked the Entity.

So many worries. He had to disregard the killing-gods thing for now. This seemed like a task that should take multiple lifetimes in his mind, if his assumptions about gods abilities were correct. No apparent discrimination though, that was nice.

Advance Appraise was definitely more useful than he had hoped. The fact that it could be used on people was huge; it meant he could probably determine who to hang around and as a complete outsider to this world that was almost a must-have. His basic abilities would be useful too, especially Aegis. Lucas had already found himself paranoid with being killed for a reason he wouldn't be able to figure out. Starting equipment? He had to think for this one. He didn't want to carry anything too heavy around, considering that he didn't know how long he would have to run in the wilderness. Armor would simply slow him down, too. He decided to separate the equipment by commas.

<Lighter or a tinderbox, backpack, a full set of clothes that fit, a small knife, salt, candles, bedroll, waterskin, 10 days of rations, 5 pens, a large notebook, a mess kit, 6 meters of rope, a blanket>

That was all he could think of in the moment. Regarding the career question:

"What is a career exactly here? A job or a class, like rogue, mage etcetera? If it's a class, mage."

He expected it to mean class but he couldn't be certain. He didn't want to be locked in to an inferior choice.

Aelia Aeldyne · Apr 8, 2021

Brynhildr

<You're the one who gave the answer of "nothing"... and no, I am not a robot.>

"...Fair's fair, whoever-floating-screen. No, that's too much of a hassle to say. I'll call you Ragnar. ...Anyway. I hope this <Glitch> thing isn't going to turn out completely useless. Let's see what's left to be done..."

At this point, I'd mostly given up on trying to make sense of things that were happening. I had sort of accepted that stuff was happening and I had little control over it, so why struggle against the current when I could instead swim along ? It's not like I could go back, anyway. The only direction was forward, resignation the only option. I was a bit sad, all things considered, but I couldn't do anything about it, so I just went along.

<Please choose your starting equipment.>
<...>
<Please choose your career.>

Hm. Equipment, huh ? Usually, starting equipment was the run-of-the-mill leather clothing and the basic weapon set, from what friends had told me from their own experiences. Here though... I wasn't seeing any limitation, so I assumed I could be pretty thorough with what I went for. I'd have gone for thoroughness regardless; being meticulous was the base requirement for being a doctor in the first place and a surgeon in particular. I'd make sure not to forget anything. Thinking about not forgetting anything... I looked down. Yeah, I was naked. Well then, that was one thing to take care of.

"An inventory list, huh. Let's start with clothes, because sure as hell I ain't going anywhere in the nude; so yeah, clothes. Like that, I'd say three sets - casual, formal and one for work. Assuming this is one hundred percent fantasy, the first two shouldn't be too decorated."

When you're from an old family, you shouldn't flaunt the nobility. It comes from the person, not the clothing.

"For the work set, assuming no modern materials are available, leather would be the best. Thin and tanned. With at least four pockets to put tools, easily accessible by hand. I'll go ahead and assume the clothes will be fitting me, because if I linger on it I'll forget the rest. So. Tools. A ball of suture string, plus an accompanying set of sewing needles and the corresponding scissors. Metzenbaum scissors, to cut through solid tissues. Pointed scissors, for generic operations. Bandage scissors, for cutting through fabric. A set of scalpels, best would be four sizes, intermediate-lower. Next, forceps. One Rochester-Carmalt model; soft head for fragile tissue. One Crile model, sharp head for hard textures. And one Allis model for precision extraction. Plus a few Graefe pincers for holding tissue folds open. Of course, bandages; one scroll of rough, one scroll of soft, one scroll of sticky sheet. Disinfectant too, obviously. The less volatile the better. A bag to hold all of that. Some food and water. Hm... That one's for me, but if it's possible, glasses or lenses or artificial eyes with X-ray vision. I doubt normal people can see through flesh even in a fantasy world, and I doubt people would have the required technology. And... An item to maintain a sterile environment around me, in like, a 10ft bubble."

I went through the list once more in my head, trying to find anything I might have forgotten, but nothing came up. Which I wasn't sure was the expected result, but then if I'd forgotten I wouldn't remember it. Duh. Aside from this brain fart, equipment should be good.

"I know that's a lot. I'm... sorry for it. Professional habit. Doctors who lack in conscientiousness don't have long careers. Tell me if it's too much. Some stuff can probably be removed. Some tools are a tad redundant, so I guess I can get rid of them if need be."

With a sigh, I went to the last box. Career... Well, on first thought I'd have obviously said surgeon, but a discussion with a college friend had popped in my mind. Something about the etymology lessons and the study of ancient practices. Someone who worked with both corpses and living bodies, manipulating the first to save the second. I was probably thinking out loud at this point, but it wasn't really important.

"It was some variation of necromancer... Manipulation of the dead, surgery on corpses to learn the workings of the living... Saving lives... Salutary, lengthener of life. Ah yes; found it. So yeah, Necromancer. Salvator, specifically. The one who puts their hand deep in dead meat to make the living feel better."

Deathkitten

Cam E. Leon · Apr 11, 2021

<You are... right on all accounts, essentially. It depends on the race in question.>
<Choosing Nixis will result in difficulties interacting with the other races and possibly even getting hunted. Are you certain?>
<If so...>
<What is your greatest fear?>

"Oh ho! All three then. How wonderful! Truly truly wonderful!" He fist pumped the air before turning back to the screen. "Hunted? How fun. But that also must mean there's an entire culture that I'll only be able to access as that race correct? " He chimed happily smiling. Before tilting his head. "Fear? Fear huuuuuh" he chuckled some looking up. "Oh dear. I'm afraid im currently living it. Me going on random tangents is about the only thing I'm doing to keep myself sane. After all I've spent my entire life ruining his. And now.... I'm here. With no purpose or motivation. No reason to even live....." He said smiling at the screen. But it was a forced smile.

<Correct.>
<Answer accepted: Lack of purpose.>
<Ability granted: Familiar - Lvl 1>
<It's quite alright dear, you'll find a new, better goal.>
<State that which is most important to you.>

He swallowed his spit before smacking himself "Alrighty o' then! Familiar skill. Most likely a manifestation of you guys or one of the grunts that works as a basic level worker. I'd call you gods. But the gods in my world are quite fickle..not many have the patience you've shown answering my questions! So I can assume your different then gods! But the most important thing huh." He said as he walked around excited before he froze "Important important...... What would Ifind important.... Something not physical..... well. They say what you fear to lose the most is that which you treasure the most. So I suppose purpose would also be the answer." He said looking the screen to watch it be inputted

<Answer accepted: Purpose.>
<...>
<You're a rather flirtatious one.>
<...>
<Ability granted: Familiar - Lvl 1>
<Abilities consolidated: Familiar - Lvl 1 + Familiar - Lvl 1>
<Resultant ability: Familiar - Lvl 2>
<...>
<What is your greatest success?>
<What is your greatest failure?>

"Flirtatious? It's a way of life. But now success and failure. Building us skills designed by our ways of life to set us on the right path of what we should pursue to live. A musclehead would probably receive some fighting skills or something. One who values knowledge some sort if encyclopedia... And one who needs purpose in life a familiar. How strange." He crouched down thinking ".....hmm tell me darling... This system... Its too game like.... Was it always like this? Or was it changed to resemble something we'd associate easily with" he began mumbling before shaking his head "right right success and failure....dragging my father's reputation down to hell. And failure.... Not doing it soon enough."

<Answer accepted: Cruelty>
<Ability granted: Pain - Lvl 1>
<Answer accepted: Lack of enough cruelty>
<Ability granted: Pain - Lvl 1>
<Abilities consolidated: Pain - Lvl 1 + Pain - Lvl 1>
<Resultant ability: Pain - Lvl 2>
<...>
<That is... a hard question to answer. I can say that it was not us admins that made the world this way... and we know that it was not the divine, either. There are some legends that the world was once not this way... but... even we aren't sure why that is.>
<...>
<If you had to fight, how would you prefer to do it?>
<Defensively? Offensively?>
<Long-ranged? Short-ranged?>
<Would you like to focus on magic or physical attacks?>

"pain.... Such an interesting sounding skill. But I'll experiment with it later." he commented before reading the screen. "So not even those who run this know why. Hmmm you call yourself admins, so could i assume your power is like using an access terminal with higher security clearance then gods and mortals, While not even you guys have the security clearance for the entire system?" He said beginning to let his mind wander before he lightly smacked himself again. "No, focus on current stuff. Fighting... I'm a lover not a fighter, but if I must, Offense is the best defense so I've been told. Though..... is there no sort of mid ranged skills? Such as whips or a pike? Seems strange you only categorize it into long and short range.... But, magic or physical. Physical seems like it has more uses, but magic can likely make shield, I highly doubt I could break through a shield with raw force, You'd need to be an idiot to try that. So I suppose magic focused will be my chance, A mid ranged magic focused fighter, though if no mid range exists. I'll talk long ranged. " He politely asked, Ideally he wanted something that could keep his enemies at an annoying range, too far for short range but too close for any longe range tactics. A perfect annoyance, that has always been his specialty.

Deathkitten

Deathkitten · Apr 13, 2021

Osuka

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Aelia Aeldyne

Deathkitten · Apr 13, 2021

Kendrick
<Ability gained: Cleaning - Lvl 1>

A small screen popped up out of nowhere after he finished tidying up the small house. It voiced the skill he gained this time instead of remaining quiet. The voice itself was a polite, demure sort of female tone. Still... it sounded... almost snarky? Like it was amused that the first thing he was doing in this new world was cleaning.

The small shack of a hunting cabin wasn't too shabby once it was cleaned up. There wasn't much to speak of in the cabinets, though. It hadn't been used in a while. The cabinets were well-made, though. Hand-crafted and sturdy. He did manage to find a few old fishing poles and traps tucked in the corner of the house that he could use, just about the only thing of use in there unless he got wood to start a fire in the oven.

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<Offensively selected.>
<Mid-ranged selected.>
<Magical attacks selected.>
<...>
<You may select two basic or equivalent abilities.>

Cam E. Leon

Cam E. Leon · Apr 13, 2021

Kendrick

He took a fishing pole for himself and grabbed two traps, looking at the screen. "Your probably sending others. Might as well have a place for them to stop and rest and catch their thoughts. Not everyone practically lived in the woods. Some fish to feed em. Some fire to warm em. Should be cozy enough. It would leave a bad taste in my mouth if I just left em to do die." He said before leaving the shack walking towards the river, Setting the funnel traps up at little choke points in the stream. "Now, firewood. Lots of big trees. Just need to find a dead one. With a forest this dense, a few of the trees are probably lacking water, they are thicc, so they should be a hardwood." he began walking around looking at his map skill to make sure he didn't get lost, staying in sight of the stream as he looked for a dead tree.

Google

"Ah yes! The ability choosings huh.... lets see, well. Im already getting illusions, So let's go with Telekinesis. And...... hmmm question before I choose my second one, how does learning magic work. Do I need to read a book or if I just keep concentrating mana to hand and shouting fireball will eventually one shoot out and I learn it?" He asked smiling, This was vital Information.

Deathkitten

oooo · Apr 13, 2021

He pondered over the text.

"Yes, everything looks right."

He wondered how exactly levelling functioned and how quickly he would gain levels. He assumed that the max level would be 100 but he would have to find out later; he wouldn't need to know for a while, he expected. The true extent of what was and what wasn't a skill was also a question in and of itself. Although the Entity had answered him in how to use his powers, he still hadn't really grasped the concept quite yet. Willing something into existence seemed hard. The magic categories were also confusing to him, as he expected there to be spells, but he wasn't sure if he was simply able to project raw magic of each element he was able to use. Another thing that he would have to find out later, he supposed.

Lemercer · Apr 13, 2021

Desmond Eric Quinn

Currently

Location	Field of Beginnings
Company	N/A
Action	Game Start

<Good points all around, yes.>
<...>
<Please choose your starting equipment.>
<...>
<Please choose your career.>
The sentience of the menu in front of him was still unsettling to him. Still, at least it was somewhat of a guide in all of this. "Thanks for the compliment I guess." Desmond muttered as he pondered the rest of this new game's requests. "I used to have this uncle" he rubbed his jaw, wide and sharp, new stubble sprawling across it. "Took me hunting once. I'd enjoy that." Desmond imagine what came along with the occupation of hunter in this fantasy world. A rifle seemed out of place, So a bow would seem in order. Something to skin, chop... An axe came to mind. "I'll need tools of the trade right? Bag, bow, axe and knives I guess." The half-orc looked down at the stretched out Chicagoan outfit he had on. “clothes too I suppose, armor or whatever I’m not too sure. I just figure this won’t fit in too well” Desmond chuckled as he struggled to take off the mis fitting leather he had on. Here’s to hoping things didn’t get too much weirder.

Deathkitten · Apr 14, 2021

Kendrick
The screen didn't respond to his words. He was basically just talking to himself. The trap was decent enough, though! There were some dead old trees strewn about the general area as well. One such tree was even already fallen down as laid across the ground. The thing must have been massive - at least 150 feet long, with a girthy trunk to match. It had pulled up from the roots, perhaps during a storm.

He barely had enough time to find the damned tree, let alone start to chop it up, before he could hear an almighty screech coming from the river where he had laid the trap.

Thrashing around in the thing was a creature that looked like a strange mix between an otter, a catfish, and a serpent. It was making a panicked noise similar to an otter and was clearly deeply displeased about the situation. It was flailing about and trying to claw and bite its way out of the trap - which it only just fit in, to begin with. It had a long tail, horns that were getting caught in the sides of the basket, and light, glowing iridescent scales.

Google
<Ability granted: Telekinesis - Lvl 1>
<Magic is given based on skills and aptitude. There are a number of skills that assist with its use. Many magic skills are element-based such as Life Magic or Water Magic. If you wish to go for the most versatile I would suggest the base skill, Magic. It is innately weaker but would make it easier to learn others.>
<Ability granted: Magic - Lvl 1>
<...>
<Please choose your starting equipment.>
<...>
<Please choose your career.>
<Before you ask... career can be anything you consider as such. You will be given three abilities based on it.>

Cam E. Leon

Cam E. Leon · Apr 14, 2021

KENDRICK
Kendrick gave a somewhat long sigh as he looked at the sky. Walking over to the trap looking at the creature "......Too skinny" he sighed as he looked at it. He also didn't know how to prepare it. Dropping his axe to the ground he walked over grabbing the little beast by the neck to make it freeze in fear. Before pulling it out of the cage and lifting it up. "......Your not a fish....Ya look more like if someone crossed a lizard and an otter. Be careful around traps. I'll be done fishing in a bit. " He said placing the creature in the water past the two traps. Honestly, It's a giant wooden box in the middle of a stream, Only fish are suppose to get caught in it because you have to be as dumb as a fish to fall for it. He just walked back over grabbing his axe and swinging it over his shoulder as he walked back to the dead tree. Hmmmm, Just cut a giant chunk and roll it back to the hut where you can cut it up smaller. Spitting into his gloves he gripped the axe tight, and did one spin, two spin, three spin Then using the momentum of the spins and his muscles swung down on the giant tree.

GOOGLE
"well, Jack of all trades can't be bad, Never underestimate the power of utility. But hmmm, Starting equipment. Lets go, cloak, A stylish outfit that shows off the chest. Make it purple and black please, Hmmm, would a small bag that has increased size on the inside be too much to ask. If so, Backpack with knife, torch, Compass and maybe a tent kit? Now for weapons, Throwing knives, but I would like something classy as my main weapon... Wires, yes. Wires would be nice. Also, Career. Bard, They have an excuse for travelling around, and I just need to use illusions for my music,,, in that case. Can you throw a Lyre in my bag as well? sorry for asking for so much. " He said stating everything clearing as his mind was moving at a thousand miles per hour.

Deathkitten

Deathkitten · Apr 17, 2021

Once he was done, assuming no other questions, he was transported. A warm static sensation washed over his body and the scene around him faded. The feeling faded, and with it came into view a forest... which he was sat in the middle of. There were little but plants and animals around him, and off in the distance, he could hear the trickling of a stream... as well as someone whacking the FUCK out of a tree.

oooo

Lemercer

KENDRICK
The creature, despite trying to bite him at first, seemed perplexed by his mercy. Once released, it stared and watched at Kendrick, slowly climbing up out of the water. It kept a distance but was clearly best suited to the water with its stubby little paws. It really looked like some weird otter/dragon fish. It observed him chopping the dead tree, and every time his arms swung down with a mighty THWACK, the beastie jumped and squeaked. It was a very startling endeavour for the little thing, but it seemed determined to know what this strange scalewalker was doing!

GOOGLE
<Answer Accepted: Bard>
<Ability granted: Charm - Lvl 3>
<Ability granted: Enhanced Senses - Lvl 1>
<...>
<Gaining abilities from racial choices...>
sukusi hyyn
<Ability granted: Charm - Lvl 3>
<Abilities consolidated: Charm - Lvl 3 + Charm - Lvl 3>
<Resultant ability: Charm - Lvl 5>
<Ability granted: Ice Magic - Lvl 1>
<Ability granted: Flight - Lvl 1>

<Maxwell - Lvl 1>
<Skill: Charm → Lvl 5>
<Skill: Enhanced Senses → Lvl 1>
<Skill: Familiar → Lvl 2>
<Skill: Flight → Lvl 1>
<Skill: Heresy → Lvl 1>
<Skill: Ice Magic → Lvl 1>
<Skill: Magic → Lvl 1>
<Skill: Pain → Lvl 2>
<Skill: Taboo → Lvl 1>
<Skill: Telekinesis → Lvl 1>

<Resistance: Charm → Lvl 3>
<Resistance: Ice → Lvl 3>
<Resistance: Slashing → Lvl 3>
<Weakness: Fire → Lvl 3>

<Equipment>
<Bag of holding>
<Cloak>
<Clothing>
<Compass>
<Garote set>
<Knife>
<Lyre>
<Tent kit>
<Throwing knives>
<Torch>
<...>
<...>
<...>
<Does everything look correct to you?>

Cam E. Leon

Osuka · Apr 18, 2021

Dennis and Lilith
Location: Now Loading
Every enemy type will have attacks that work better on them, but not necessarily weaknesses. Try everything to dominate your opponent!

So the answer to her fear was to hand it all to chance? Were there modifiers to the skill? Lilith couldn't help but bite her lip as she considered the conundrum before her. Sure, she could just toss responsibility to the wind and just claim it was bad luck at that point, but she didn't really like the idea of relying on luck at critical moments. Success was built upon preparation and execution. Winning and coming out of it alive wasn't just a situation based on serendipity. It was all dependent on the correct utilization of every advantage you could grasp at - no matter how small... But she was thinking on this far too much. She could experiment with the nuances of the skill later with simpler, less risky tasks, and no one said she was required to use it. For now, she'd just set the skill aside and treat it as something locked or a minor skill and see where it leads as time goes on.

Dennis was more successful with his skills, and it showed how well the man could communicate his needs with Luna. So far, he'd gained healing, telepathy, and "Creation," but to what extent it functioned, they couldn't discern the specifics. They'd have to look at it later, whereas it seemed Lilith was shorting herself somehow. So far, she'd only gained a level in a potentially risky skill and gained a Charm skill, which could be useful outside of combat, but didn't seem as useful as Dennis's set of skills. If this kept up, Lilith would have to learn more useful skills on the fly, and the risks to that were obvious. Dennis would be under the pressure of carrying them both in and out of combat, having to spend even more energy on more diplomatic and generally utilitarian objectives. In a new world, they didn't have that option. They still didn't know the nuances of how it all worked, or if one could just learn skills by reading up on them. Would the materials be destroyed like in a tabletop game if they had to get books on the subject? How much would tutoring for just themselves - let alone the other - cost? The more they were fleshed out, the more questions there were, and it was quickly getting them stuck in a rut. Even if Lilith did have a pedigree of two races capable of magick, she wouldn't have a single spell to use.

"Danger Sense and Translate," Lilith spoke up.

"Lilith!" Dennis barked as he looked to her. "What the hell? I know we're both thinking the same thing here, and you're using your skills on those?"

"It's not like I have much choice, pops," she groaned back, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I have to have skills that are going to actively help. Do you know the native languages of those who won't share the Common tongue? I mean, what if there are extremely complex languages like Abyssal and Fae? You gonna be able to talk with them so we can gather info? Negotiate? One of us is going to end up having the skills that everyone feels is obligatory, and if I take them, you have more room to flesh yourself out more freely. I'll just learn other skills and spells while we're there."

"That's stupid and you know it," he retorted, shaking his head. "I can handle the 'Mundane' things and keep us healthy. I have Heal and Telepathy, so it's not like I'm going to end up dead or keeping you in the dark about shit, and if I use Translate with Telepathy, I could actively translate to you as I listen."

"And that isn't the point of me taking those skills, either!" she snapped back, pointing at him. "You're going to end up being the workhorse of the two of us, and if we don't make allies of others who might have been brought here as well, we need to split up the work so that one of us doesn't get mentally exhausted - or were you the one getting sucked into the gaming aspect of this?"

Dennis stopped for a moment and blinked, his jaw slacked as if ready to respond. Was he treating this like a game now? Or was he using it as an excuse to be a parent? Lilith was of age now, and as much as he hated the thought, Lilith had a point. She'd have to start learning skills to navigate their new world. She'd have to pick up on abilities that would keep her useful and alive while they went about their objectives, and with the Charm skill, if she had Translate, she could potentially endear their compeers and their targets more easily than he would. With the skills she was given, she was playing into the role she unconsciously set for herself. Still, he could tell that this wasn't turning out the way she was trying, and maybe it was for the better, but there was no way of telling until after they put boots to ground.

With a sigh, he held up his hands and looked away, acquiescing the point before turning his attention back to the task at hand.

"I guess I'll take Danger Sense as well, but I also want a Defensive skill that I can either extend or pass onto an ally. If I'm gonna be the Tank, I might as well do it right."

Deathkitten

Cam E. Leon · Apr 18, 2021

Kendrick

Kendrick put the axe onto a leather harness on his back. and grunted lifting up the giant section of trunk he cut off. "Still here little dude?" he asked setting the trunk down and walking over to the traps. Pulling a fish out and tossing it to the little animal. "here ya go." he said as he did so. before standing up. He sat on the giant cut of wood he had taken and ripped a piece off. "hmmm. I should test it before i use it for firewood. lets see.... uh? I don't really know how to do magic so.... Ignition?" He said focusing on imagining the wood catching on fire.

Google
"hmmm. Everything looks great. Fire and slashing. Guess I need to avoid Luaus. But, let me guess. One more step right? probably stats or something?" he asked as he went over his skills over and over again. All the skills looked nice. He was just not fit for direct confrontation. Perfect for him. Fighting drawn out battles would be such a chore. Maybe he could find purpose as an assassin or embrace the wandering minstrel act. Time will only tell.

Deathkitten

oooo · Apr 19, 2021

Lucas knew what kind of person he wanted to be but formulating it into numbers seemed... Inhuman, to say the least. He didn't want to get into trouble so a bit of superhuman (by what he reckoned were the standards of the universe) speed wouldn't be bad. He also wanted to be able learn anything he wanted to about the world with ease, especially magic, so he decided to take a huge dip into knowledge and go low for all his physical stats. What was the use of being physically agile in a world rigged with dragons, mages and monsters? He didn't exactly plan to go adventuring for a while, but would rather try to find his place in the world and learn from its inhabitants. Although he had been physically agile in the real world, it had barely been of use there. He was going to go full-on academic in this world, meaning that he was going to get ahold of all information possible, especially now that he had to kill a god. Such a thing was not common knowledge, he deemed, and he would probably have to read lots of unholy texts to gain any usable information, first-hand sources that was. This to him would probably translate into needing a lot of stress resistance and resilience, so he opted to put a lot of points into both stress resistance, willpower and stress stamina. It was in a way ironic that he was opting for such a knowledge-based statlist considering his real world abilities, but his dream in the real world had to have been an academic, so it was fitting, in a way. No volleyball in this body, he guessed. He wondered if he had floundered a bit when choosing his physical form, but disregarded it.

<Strength - 50>
<Toughness - 50>
<Dexterity - 50>
<Speed - 150>
<Knowledge - 300>
<Willpower - 150>
<Magical Stamina - 150>
<Physical Stamina - 100>
<Stress Stamina - 100>
<Ki Stamina - 20>
<Stress Power - 50>
<Magical Power - 200>
<Physical Power - 50>
<Ki Power - 20>
<Stress - 20>
<Stress Resistance - 140>

Done?

Lucas felt a warm sensation along his body before he warped into existence, in what looked to be a normal forest but with trees bigger than he had ever seen in person before. His clothes was what he expected; Scratchy and medieval-looking, but at least it had an opening for his wings that he had yet to get used to. They didn't feel heavy, probably attributed his new, partly Half-Dragon form. His backpack fitted nice in between them. As he collected his wits he heard a running stream as well as a loud, metronomic sound that could only be described as "thwacking". It was periodic and if his luck skill had served him right it was hopefully another person and not a giant monster that lived off of wooden insides. Although the yelling and sounds from the area of the great thwacking sounded like those of a beast, he decided to move closer until he could see the figure. It was a silvery scaled dragonoid like himself, so he either he had landed in dragon-land or, what was probably the case, it was another human sent here like himself. He decided to stay hidden for a bit, as the dragonoid felled the tree, and willed his <Advanced Appraise> skill into existence, looking determinedly at the dragonoid. IF the humanoid was established as friendly, useful or another otherworlder, he would attempt to use <Greater Telepathy> and communicate:

'Are you a fellow otherworlder?'

Aelia Aeldyne · Apr 21, 2021

Andriu

So tired. So fucking tired. I want to sleep... Hungry. Small things... No, don't think about that. What to do... I'm lost. I'm alone. It's not funny anymore. I'd done so many things. What for ? "I felt like it." Fucking lies, that's what it is. Why'd I fight ? What's a war worth without a cause ? What's a soldier who doesn't know why to fight... What even had been the point ? Why'd I kept going ? Well, it was fun on the moment, can't deny that. But then I thought about it, and it just lost all its flavor. I'd become no better than the people I fought. Worse, even. They might be immoral, but at least they had a goal, however worthless it might be. What'd I have ? Why'd I oppose them ? Out of principle. What principles ? I couldn't remember...

I'm getting worse. Should take my meds. Should get up...

The sound of small steps drew me out of my glum reverie. I opened my eye, and saw my dog looking at me - sprawled on the carpet, wearing a random t-shirt and pants, a book lying half-open next to me - from above with a somewhat concerned air. She let out a small whimper, and I chuckled.

"Worried, girl ? Don't be. I was just lost in thought. I'm fine."

She whimpered again, more insistently this time. I looked at my watch. 16:03

"Ah, I see. Right, it's time to go for a walk. Lemme just..."

I flexed my muscles and got up

"...Nhget ready."

There was a low table nearby, with a few pill boxes. I took them conscientiously - one of each and half of a big blue one - before going to my room and putting on better clothes. Nothing extraordinary, just a red shirt, a pair of jeans and some worn-out sport shoes. Looking in the mirror, I passed a quick hand in my hair, to level down any rebellious strand.

God, I look like fucking shit...

Walking out of the house, I saw the dog had happily followed me and was now yapping excitedly in front of the garden gate. I pushed the gate open, and we went for a walk.

One or two hours in the Corsican wilderness would do wonders for my mental state.

-

In the end, I spent five hours traipsing in the hills with the dog. Felt a bit tired when we came home, and even she was walking more slowly. Had been a good bit of exercise, all things considered. After downing some food and a bottle of water, I went out for a smoke.

I was leaning against the fence, cigarette in hand, when I saw something weird downhill. Some pale blue light, coming from behind an olive tree. I looked up, looked at my watch - new moon day, moonless night, and it sure as hell wasn't the stars shining like that.

What the... Oh. Oh fuck. It's probably an Interpol guy. How'd they find me ? Here ? Perhaps it's just some random dealers... In the hills ? Must be a big deal. I'll check.

As thoughts flew, I smashed my cigarette dead and went back inside, turning off all the lights, locking away compromising stuff, pocketed a few grenades and grabbed my gun. I was more confident in my ability to use the grenades, all things considered; I'd made those myself. They were not high on explosives, but they packed a lot of fragments, enough to shred through a tree. By comparison, even back in the Legion I never was a good shot. The pistol I had was more for deterrence than for combat use.

Once geared up, I silently went downhill, avoiding patches of gravel that would have given me away by sound. Whoever it was down there did not lack in confidence, because they had their light on hard and without concealment. Amateurs. The lights are always what kills you. Not the tracks you leave, not your lack of training - even a dimwit can hide well - it's always the light you emit that'll see you dead.

There was no one when I arrived, and I stood there dumbfounded, in front of a slightly glowing door that seemed to have been cut from the night itself, taking the space between two gnarled green oaks.

What in the fuck.

Pushed by my instincts, I opened the door and went through.

-

I didn't know how long the fall had been when I landed. Smoothly, somehow. Testament to weirdness be given, I did not bother to check for my equipment, because I was fairly sure it had not come with me.

<Welcome.>
<Select your race. Tap for drop-down information.>
<If half-breed, select two.>

Aand here was the catch. Whatever was that floating screen, it was clearly a game of some sort, because those were definitely fantasy races. Not to mention magic was listed.

"So here's the moment I become a cute anime character, I guess ? ...Okay, this ought to be interesting. Got to say though, I like what I see... But I'm the kind of person who lived on hard mode, and I don't want to stop in the next. Show me more."

Deathkitten

Deathkitten · Apr 24, 2021