A guttural road sounded in the darkness, “Fuck! Terius! You damned snake!” the man shouted, his fist slamming down, on a surface he could not see.
A sweet voice sounded across from him, bright golden eyes gleaming in the dimly lit area.
“Now, now… Don’t ruin the furniture, that table is over 10,000 years old,” the voice dripping with honey almost said.
A moment later a snap of fingers rang through the darkness.
Illumination filled the now visible room. It covered in dark gray bricks, the mortar exposed only to show its white color, the floor below him a finely cut smooth marble.
The man was unperturbed as his eyes quickly scanned the room, and his hand moved to the blade that wasn’t there. In fact nothing was there.
His clothes and armor were gone, stripped from him. He stood stark naked in the room, his feet touching the cool marble barefoot.
He glared at the man across from him sitting at the table, its eyes looking him up and down.
“My my… Aren’t you the specimen? I will have to thank Gaia for the wonderful gift,” he said his hand moving to the table as he tapped the surface with a finger.
“Who are you. And where am I.” the standing man asked matter a factly, almost in a rhetorical tone, as he gave a stoney glare to the man.
The person sitting at the table, looked to be no older than a young boy in his early twenties. His hair as golden as his playful eyes, wearing a pristine white toga across his chest. A golden ringlet sitting on his right breast.
“Now, now… Silvas. Let’s not be rude. That is no way to speak to a god of the Eternal Plain,” mused the God.
“A god? There is no such thing, they are fairy tales and folk stories meant to rally troops and scare children to bed,” Silvas fired back.
“Yes, well. Obviously I am real. I am here aren’t I?” laughed the God, “My name is unimportant, as there are thousands of Gods in the Plain, and more being made by the Tower every few years! Possibly more if we have a good batch of toys…” the God said, a smile creeping on it’s face.
Silvas scoffed, and shot forward, aiming to grab the boy by the throat.
But the God smirked and snapped his fingers, disappearing and reappearing at the other end of the table.
“Oh Silvas, you're hurting my feelings? Do you always play so rough with everyone?” The God perked up slightly, “Or am I special?”
Silvas opened and closed his hand, confused. No one should be able to move that fast. It wasn’t humanly possible.
Maybe there is merit to what this lunatic is saying. Silvas thought.
“Speak boy. What do you want with me? What of my family in Rotutem!” Silvas asked, his voice raising to a shout.
“They are fine. As far as I’m aware, at least. Now you know what happened to you before you, well, died?” asked the God.
Silvas had a sudden flashback of the battle field. The screaming and shouting of men, the clashing sounds of metal on metal and armor. Begs and pleads of men for their lives, wanting to go back to their own families and loved ones.
The sight of his own blade sliding into the chest of a boy no older than 16. Then pain.
Pain in his side as he turned to strike down the man who dared to injure him, his blade slicing through the perpetrator.
But what his hardened steel found was not an enemy.
At least one that was not meant to be.
No. He found Sepitus, one of his upcoming Commanders. Tears in the young man's eyes as he looked up back at him, his body bisected and falling to the ground.
Silvas knew right away what had happened.
The boy’s wife was pregnant, and in a middle class area in the capitol. He was young, naive and easily manipulated if they took his wife and unborn child hostage. And Silvas was sure Terius had done just that to get rid of him.
Silvas cursed as he remembered the pain of the dagger in his side, his hand unconsciously moving to the injury but it was gone. Like everything else.
“May, I have some clothes…” Silvas asked in a soft tone.
“Certainly! Though I am a bit disappointed… But it is my job,” the God snickered.
Light clothing materialized with a snap from the God around Silvas. A hemp shirt, tunks and trousers.
Silvas again thought of the fight before he died. The problem was not the dagger in his side, no wounds of such would not be life threatening, but the poison that dripped from the dagger.
The venom was that of one of the most sinister beasts on Yarusha, the Single Breath Viper.
Its venom was so potent it only allowed the victim to breath for a second before it began the work of asphyxiating the target. And that is just what had happened to Silvas. He fell to his knees on the battlefield, his troops around him encircling him to defend, but it was for naught as Silvas began to struggle to breath, turning purple.
Silvas did the only thing he could think of to breathe for just a few more seconds, and punctured his throat, taking one last breath of air before his body began to fill with blood.
But it was enough. He quickly yanked a tower shield from a nearby soldier, and wrote Terius’s name on the shield in his own blood, one word below it.
Traitor.
Snapping back to the present, Silvas gave a deep sigh. Hoping his message had gotten through before he passed.
Looking up to the God who was now sitting down again on a new chair, his hand tapping away on the wooden table, its gorgeous varnish shining in the now brightly lit room.
Silvas asked again.
“What is it you want of me. If I am not of Yarusha and this…” Silvas looked around once more, “Is not the great black river Hecawe, to take me to the afterlife. What am I, and what is it that I must do.”
The God laughed, and placed both hands on the table, “You are now on the Plains of Eternia! In the wonderful city of Ova! The city of Opportunity!” the God explained, a small clap of his hands to give effect.
Silvas raised a brow.
“Oh you are such a stick in the mud…” The God said, deflating with a slump, “Here.”
The God snapped again and a box of blue light formed in front of Silvas. Something he had never witnessed before.
Silvas waved his hand through the light unsure of what it was.
“It’s a screen… It displays your stats and levels as well as skills,” the God said derisively with a grin, “You read it.”
Silvas looked again at the screen, noticing the words on it.
Name: Silvas
Race: Human [E]
Level: 0
Class: NA
Vitality 12
Strength 14
Agility 10
Perception 11
Intelligence 9
Wisdom 9
Endurance 12
Resistance 10
Free Points: 0
Skill Points: 0
Skills: NA
Passive Traits: Poison Resistance Lvl 1.
Titles: NA
Silvas balked at the information.
“What is this rubbish?” he asked.
The God stood up and placed a dainty hand on Silvas’s shoulder.
“This my friend is your beginning to the end! This screen will be your bestest bud in the whole wide world for the next… Well, however long it takes you to climb the tower!” The God shouted.
“Tower? The Tower of Eternia that you mentioned?” Silvas questioned, his eyes turning to the hand on his shoulder, before brushing it away.
The God recoiled with a frown, in faux hurt, “Yes, that is what I said. The Tower will give you great opportunities. Fight to the top and you will be granted any wish you desire. Be that power, Godhood,” the God looked upwards at the towering Silvas, “Returning to your family, and world.”
Silvas’s eyes widened at the statement, his heartbeat racing.
He would be able to return for only fighting? He had no qualms about it. He had fought his entire life already, what was a few years more.
But Silvas was used to dealing with underhanded politicians, making him weary of the upbeat God.
“What else? That can not possibly be the only thing you require of me,” Silvas asked, crossing his arms.
The God failed his arms in front of his face in panic, “No no! That is what it basically boils down to! Sure you will have to do more than ‘just fight’. But you will climb the Tower and gain fame and status on the Eternal Plains. You may find friendship, rivals, lovers or family here in Ova if you wish. The possibilities are endless! But first!” the God chirped again, snapping his fingers, “The God’s will decide your class!”
Suddenly a huge new screen faced Silvas. A near endless list of Titles and descriptions being shown.
Light Warrior
- Uses light armor and weapons to stay nimble and fight. Dodging enemies and favoring hit and run tactics rather than a straight fight.
- +5 to Agility and Endurance.
- +2 to Agility, +1 to Endurance per level.
- 2 Free Points per level.
- Possible future classes: Twin Swordsman, Fencer, Samurai, Spearman.
Medium Warrior
- Uses medium armor and weapons to fight with skill and strength. Using their honed techniques to fight and out maneuver their opponents.
- +5 to Agility and Strength.
- +2 to Strength, +1 to Agility per level.
- 2 Free Points per level.
- Possible Future Classes: Pugilist, Buccaneer, Glaiveman, Berserker
Heavy Warrior
- Uses heavy armor and weapons to overpower and out sustain their enemies. Using their immense strength and brawn to batter their opponents.
- +5 to Strength and Vitality.
- +2 to Strength +1 to Vitality per level.
- 2 Free Points per level.
- Possible Future Classes: Shieldsman, Jailer, Punisher, Crusader
Mage
- Uses their manipulation of Mana to fire spells of devastating power to bring down their enemies. Using their wit and vast pool of Mana they control the battlefield from afar.
- +5 to Intelligence and Wisdom.
- +2 to Intelligence, +1 to Wisdom per level.
- 2 Free Points per level.
- Possible Future Classes: Water Mage, Fire Mage, Necromancer, Astrologist
Druid
- Uses their ability to manipulate nature to bend it to their will. They are versed in both attack and defensive magic with the latent abilities of healing. Using their abilities they bend and break their enemies through the forces of nature.
- +5 to Vitality and Intelligence.
- +2 to Vitality, +1 to Intelligence per level.
- 2 Free Points per level.
- Possible Future Classes: Pagan, Witchdoctor, Beastmaster, Nature Caller, Tamer
Light Ranger
- Uses their quick wits and even quicker feet to navigate terrain to strike at their opponents weak points. They use their mastery of daggers and short bows to strike vitals or instill poison and the like.
- +5 to Dexterity and Perception.
- +2 to Dexterity, +1 to Perception per level.
- 2 Free Points per level.
- Possible Future Classes: Assassin, Nightshade, Demon Hunter, Scout, Trapper
Heavy Ranger
- Uses their artillery like weapons to bombard enemies from afar. Their use of heavy long range weaponry makes them a force you can not ignore, but they are blighted by their inability to move quickly.
- +5 to Strength and Perception.
- +2 to Perception, +1 to Strength per level.
- 2 Free Points per level.
- Possible Future Classes: Artillery, Heavy Crossbowman, Sniper, Magic Gunman, Pilot
Cleric
- Uses their ability of the holy arts to both support and heal their allies. Using their piety to also smite their enemies. Their use of such skills make them an indispensable piece of any group.
- +5 to Intelligence and Resistance.
- +2 to Intelligence, +1 to Wisdom per level.
- 2 Free Points per level.
- Possible Future Classes: Preacher, Holy Buffer, Healer, Divine Crusader, Vessel of God
Entertainer
- Uses their ability to use creative means to tell stories, put on shows, or use guile to outsmart and defeat their enemies. Their use of non conforming weaponry makes them an enigma.
- +5 to Intelligence and Perception
- +2 to Intelligence, +1 to Perception per level
- 1 Free Point per Level.
- Possible Future Classes: Jester, Fortune Teller, Story Teller, Dancer, Photographer
Supporter
- Uses their ability to cast beneficial spells, skills and auras for their party and self. Their ability to increase the group's abilities makes them almost essential to any party or guild.
- +5 to Endurance and Vitality.
- +2 to Endurance, +1 to Vitality per level.
- 1 Free Point per level.
- Possible Future Classes: Mechanic, Battle Medic, Potion Master, Doaist, Exorcist, Porter
Craftsman
- Uses their skills to create and maintain equipment and are skilled in a multitude of crafts. They are not combat oriented but can be robust enough to travel with any well organized group, and are greatly sought after by any guild or high level party.
- +5 to Endurance and Resistance
- +2 to Endurance, +1 to Resistance per level
- 1 Free Point per level.
- Possible Future Classes: Gunsmith, Architect, Blacksmith, Jewelry, Alchemist, Armorsmith, Spell Maker
Silvas’s eyes scanned the list quickly, but went over the list again and again. Unsure of the stats, but pleased with understanding most of the descriptions.
There had been no ‘magic’ in Yarusha, but they did have something akin to what he gleaned from the descriptions called Ki.
Before he could ask, the God read his mind almost and answered, “These are only the basics, at level 10 you gain the ability to branch out, and there is a chance a class can gain a unique class! The classes are ranked from common up until Legendary. Each one after the basic classes having their own merits and demerits in both status upgrades and skills. The Gods already understand this, so this is just for you,” he explained with a wink.
“Now, now, now! Ladies and Gentlemen of the Eternia Plains! How will you decide Silvas’s future path!” roared the God, with a half bow, his head raised with pointed eyes and an sinister smile.
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Light Warrior Votes: 1 5.3%
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Medium Warrior Votes: 4 21.1%
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Heavy Warrior Votes: 0 0.0%
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Mage Votes: 0 0.0%
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Druid Votes: 5 26.3%
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Light Ranger Votes: 3 15.8%
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Heavy Ranger Votes: 2 10.5%
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Entertainer Votes: 3 15.8%
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Supporter Votes: 0 0.0%
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Craftsman Votes: 0 0.0%
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Cleric Votes: 1 5.3%
Split between light ranger and druid huh? If its a tie you could fuse em and go a similar route to a dnd ranger. Not as many spells but effective with a bow. Arcane archer with a nature theme?
The Poll Closed yesterday at 10 PM EST, there will be a link to the results in the next chapter. On Royal Road it was a resounding vote for Druid so his class will be druid. It will still be interesting to see how the story progresses based on everything each week. I'm really excited for it. And Bow with Nature theme could happen if everyone votes in that direction!
I hope it goes the medium warrior route but it looks like others really want entertainer/light ranger.
I mainly wanted medium because it leads to buccaneer, which means he could become a pirate captain. which would be fun, especially because pirates aren't known for fighting fair.
entertainer could be cool as well I guess, as long as he stays capable of combat. mainly because I love Valdemar from Primal Hunter, and his whole thing is that stories make him more powerful (the Valdemar vs Vilastromos flashback was hype).
I'll keep up with the story Mr. Inverse, hope you don't get burnt out and hiatus Dual Class though.
Never! I have a pokemon fanfic going as well, but these ones are going to be at most 2 a week the fic maybe 1 a month. Dual Class is my main focus, and these are more for my fun and games, as well as brain exercising.
Is Valdemar in Primal outside the recent book release? I don't seem to remember them, and I've only kept up with the books atm because of Travis Baldree doing the audios.
Also honestly I'm not sure where this will go, Craftsman is leading on RR, but anything will be fun and work. It's going to be a really fun ride.
@Arthur_Inverse ah, I assumed you read on RR. no he isn't in any of the published versions yet, but he has 700+ chapters on RR that haven't been published in a book yet.
I don't know how to explain the scene much but essentially Valdemar is losing since Vilastromos is higher-tiered than him. Valdemar, while exhausted, suddenly talks about how "The lone hero fights against the great evil dragon to protect his race" and how "He doesn't need scales or dragon's breath" because armor is his scales and weapons are the fangs of man. he then proceeds to dominate Villy so badly that he runs away like a coward. he almost cut him straight in half with just a small, plain axe. Probably the most hype moment in all of Primal Hunter outside of Sword Saint vs Jake
@Cappage-Boy oh thats cool. And yeah I would if I had more time, but since its serialized I just snag the book at this point then binge it.