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Rewrite, Chapter 5

The black faded away, allowing me to see the meadow I had started out on again. Now, without anything to occupy my mind with, the look on the Guard’s face returned and my hands started to shake. There was an intense rush within me, causing me to stumble to my knees, as the shaking of my hands started to spread, enveloping my whole body.

“Calm yourself, young one.” a voice I recognised as Alkmene told me, making me swallow, even as I remembered mental exercises to combat panic-attacks. Deep breaths, counting to ten and focusing on distinct things. It could be a physical sensation or it could be a memory, in my case, I went with the memory, bringing the symbols I had seen in the last test to the forefront of my mind, especially the silver one. Just remembering the calmness I had felt when touching it slowly returned, allowing me to focus on my breathing, getting it to a normal rate. Part of me wondered if it was possible to hyperventilate in a virtual world, but shook off the thought as meaningless.

Standing, I turned around, giving Alkmene a nod, which she returned, before her face returned to the polite customer-service mask she had worn before.

"Welcome back, traveller.” she greeted, as if her earlier words had never been said.

“I see that you had an impressive performance in your testing.” she nodded, looking me up and down. I felt my eyebrow rise and I was about to ask what she meant, when her mask slipped for a moment, the smile on her face giving me a distinctly mischievous impression.

“Why, the gods themselves judged you. Quite the honour, for a mortal. And you impressed some of them, a rare feat. But then, they might have expected the performance of an average mortal, so being impressive for a mortal is akin to being a particularly large ant.“ she continued and I thought I heard a soft chuckle at the end, while my forehead creased into a frown. I didn’t like the feeling of being looked down upon. Before I could express my displeasure, a blue window opened, giving me more information than I had expected, given the previous dearth of instruction.



Checking over the stats, I felt pleased with myself, flattered even. Earlier, it had been said that a ten was about average so getting told that I was above average in most aspects made me feel good, even while a small voice somewhere in the back of my head reminded me that part of selling a game was to make the customer feel good. Who knew if the attributes were truly fairly distributed or if there was a player-bonus of some sort, making everyone exceptional. After all, when I had played Craft of War, my character had received a Hero-Class and was equipped with a legendary artifact - as had been almost everyone else. Later, over the course of the game, they had added more and more appellations, giving the characters more and more grand-sounding titles, trying to impress upon you that “your” character was the hero of the story. Only that everyone was the hero of “their” story.

Shaking off my skeptical self, I focused on what I couldn’t easily place, Astral- and Divine power? I had no idea what those were, but given the other values, I had to guess that at least one of them was akin to the Mana I was used to.

Maybe Alkmene could tell me more. "Can you tell me what Divine Power and Astral Power are?" I asked, looking up from my character-screen.

"Certainly.” she replied with a nod, before going into lecture-mode.

“In simple terms, Astral Power is extracted from the astral rivers that flow all around Mundus, it's by mortals to cast spells. It can also be given to the gods in prayer, hoping that you gain some of their power for yourself. And that is Divine Power, power that a God lent you, allowing you to perform small feats of the Divine Glory. Ultimately, what those are depends on the God you serve.” she explained, before looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

While I couldn’t be certain, her explanation sounded as if Pantheon had split spellcasters into two groups, the Mages, Sorcerers or whatever you wanted to call them on one side and the Clerics, Priests or Paladins on the other. It made me wonder about the all-crucial balance-aspect but, for now, I was lacking in information to find out more.

Before I could continue asking questions, Alkmene spoke on her own. "Sadly, natural aptitude for true magic is extremely rare amongst mortals. They need extensive study and research before they are ever able to perform more than the smallest cantrip. That means, most don’t even try to learn, instead training their physical bodies or, if they are truly foolish, knocking on some Deities door, licking their boots for scraps from the table.”

The disdain in her voice made my eyes widen, I had rarely heard that much venom in a voice. Part of me wanted to inquire but the look on her face, combined with the earlier venom and a newly appeared blue box made me think better of it.

Your performance during the tests gained you traits.











Once I was finished reading the boxes, I looked over to Alkmene, who gave me a friendly nod, before continuing to the next step of character-creation.

“Well done, indeed. Before we continue, you need to make a choice. My Mistress told me that only humans managed to build a civilization on your planet. On Mundus, the world you are about to enter, that is not the case. There are many different races with their own civilisation and many of those have sub-races, divergent from the rest by virtue of location or culture. While you can choose to enter the world of Mundus as a human, you might want to consider something else.” she explained, making me nod in agreement.

The idea appealed to me, to shed my human skin, so to speak. In addition, in every game I had played before, humans were the jack-of-all-trades, the boring option for those who thought vanilla ice-cream was too spicy. Not that I had anything against it, but I wanted to try something different.

“Can you show me a few races that would suit me?” I asked, curious what Alkmene would do with a task that, in my opinion, required subjective judgement.

“Certainly, what do you think of these?” she asked, and a large, blue box appeared in front of me, giving me quite a bit to read.

Suggested Races

Reading through the text, I had to give it to Alkmene, she had selected interesting options, especially when looking at my previous actions and the traits I had gained. All four options seemed to have a magical affinity, which suited me quite well while the Firn-Elves might have been added just because they were described as Ruthless. The idea made me smile, even while considering them a little more, not quite sure what to make of them.

“Can you show me the other options?” I asked, curious how many there were. And I wasn’t disappointed, a window named Overall Races appeared, with a thin scroll-bar. I couldn’t easily count them, they were not numbered to my annoyance, but if I had to guess, it was north of two-hundred, maybe more. It started with Amazonians, an all-female warrior-race that abducted males from other races for the purpose of propagation and went from there. Curious how far they went, I simply gave the scroll-bar a hefty shove, causing the races to speed past me, too fast to get even a glimpse of what they were before the window stopped, showing me the race of Ophelians, a sort of serpent-like humanoid, with venomous fangs and some cannibalistic tendencies. Shaking my head, I gave the bar another shove, only for it to stop at the end of the options, with the Zorans, fish-people that seemed to mostly live in large rivers, able to swim up waterfalls to return to their homeland. I would either have to read for a long time, to make an informed decision or go with one of Alkmene’s suggestions.

Given that I had already spent quite a while on character-creation, I wanted to continue without reading through what looked like a few hundred entries, so I looked at the original box, with the suggested races, again.

They all sounded interesting, all for their own reasons. But they all had something that disagreed with me, again, different for each of them. Moon-Elves sounded very much like the hippy-types, living in one giant forest-commune, worshipping the moon and enjoying their shrooms. Just that idea made me recoil, shaking my head. No, Moon-Elves were out, especially as I wanted to explore the world of Mundus, not stick around in a forest.

Similarly, White Kitsune lived in “tight-knit communities”, no idea how that would turn out in-game but what made me think twice was the fact that they were “fox-beings.” The idea to have a tail or many of them felt funky to me, and not all that appealing. I wasn’t sure I wanted to try out new appengages. Which automatically disqualified the Naga, simply due to the whole lower body of a snake. I liked my legs, they had carried me quite well for over twenty years, I had no desire to swap them for a snake-body, even if it would likely slim me down quite a bit.

Lastly, there were the Firn-Elves, the failed experiment to make magical shock-troopers for God, or something like that. Which was my biggest hold-up towards them, without more information, I couldn’t tell if that meant they were hard-core on their religion, trying to get granddaddy god to notice them or if they went the other direction, discarding their religion, just as their god had discarded them.

After one more glance at the overall-race list, I decided to go with what appealed to me the most, the Firn-Elf. Now, I just had to see where that got me.

“Alkmene, I think my Avatar will take the form of a Firn-Elf, I think it fits me best. Can you show me how I would look as one, maybe alter some aspects of it?” I asked.

“Certainly. I think you will make a handsome elf.” Alkmene replied, her voice almost teasing.

An editor appeared before me, to show me my looks as a Firn-Elf and customize them. There was quite a bit of temptation there, especially a certain slider, but after foolishly sliding it to the max and nearly dying of laughter, I reset it to default, still snickering. Those things had been larger than my elven upper body. Another temptation was the height-slider but here I managed to resist, simply because I had no desire to disrupt my coordination.

Finally, I settled on sharpening my facial-lines, making my face a little more mature, while changing the details, just in case of recognition. My hair, the favourite part of my physical body, stayed the way it was, falling down most of my back in its natural raven-black. I had considered making it some crazy colour, but decided against it, especially when I realised just how well the black hair worked with the almost translucent, pale-blue skin of the Firn-Elves. Similarly, my natural green eyes worked out very well and silvery-blue lips finished out the look. Stepping back from the editor, I asked Alkmene if she could apply the changes without making them permanent, which she could. She even anticipated the need for a mirror.

Looking into the mirror, I liked what I saw. It was me, quite clearly, but it looked better than I ever had, the parts simply fitting together, like a puzzle.

“That works, I like it. I will make my way on the Road to Purgatory as a Firn-Elf.” I confirmed my choice, and blue boxes appeared in front of me.







“Now, Morgana, we need to talk about the path you want to walk. The decision which path to walk is a monumental one, your path can't be changed and while it is possible to stray from your predestined path, walking on the path will always be faster and smoother.” Alkmene explained seriously, once I looked up, after reading through the blue boxes. Before I could ask what path she meant, yet another blue box appeared before me, giving me even more to read. Letting out a soft sigh, I began, happy that it was a short one.


After reading through the options, I considered things, if only for a moment. Paths seemed to be a lot less specialised than the classes I was used to, pretty much dividing people into Martial Fighters, Divine Casters, Arcane Casters and everything else. What results a choice would have, I couldn’t quite say, again that lack of information, but the choice was relatively simple in this case. There should be some sort of class-selection afterwards, so maybe the path simply narrowed things down. The only realistic options for me were the Arcane- and Divine-Path, at least if I wanted to go down the spellcaster-route as planned.

Given that my selected race had that whole “discarded divine shocktrooper”-thing going on and that the idea to follow some sort of creed or rule-set, dependent on some unknown deity didn’t appeal to me at all, my path seemed to be quite set. Not that I really minded, the description sounded interesting, maybe there would be a system I’d be able to really sink my teeth into.

“I will embark on the Arcane Path.” I stated, selecting the path with a flick of my hand. I was surprised when there was a visible look of relief on Alkmene’s face, causing me to raise an eyebrow in question.

“It would have been sad if you had chosen to become one of the many sheep, blindly following a cult. Walk your path and later you can still look for the divine on your terms.” she answered my unasked question.

“And here I thought that you, a servant of Hecate, would be happy to induct a new follower.” I replied, feeling a little amused.

“Yes, I'm a servant of wise Hecate, and a proud one at that.” Alkeme told me, and suddenly I felt a chill running down my spine, the friendly woman in front of me making me feel dread. She hadn’t physically changed, but it felt as if she was towering over me, like I was merely an ant about to be crushed under her feet.

“But do you think that She who guards the crossroads would take any Traveller into her cult? Only those who are worthy may join and only the Mistress herself is able to make that distinction.” she thundered, her voice filling the world around me.

“So if you want to join, you will have to seek her out yourself, casting your powers into the endless Astral, to find her. Maybe she will grant you an audience, maybe she will reject you or maybe infinity will be too much for your mind to bear, cracking it like an egg.” she continued on, her voice still booming, before everything went back to normal, in the blink of an eye, leaving me wide-eyed and wondering just what had happened.

“Enough about the Mistress. The next step you need to take, before embarking on the Road to Purgatory awaits.” Alkmene told me, her voice friendly and casual again, the earlier “customer-service”-smile back on her face.


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