Gorum slowly awoke, opening his eyes to see gentle rays of sunlight shining down onto him from the spaces between tree leaves.
"That was odd." Gorum said to himself, feeling much calmer than he did in the throne room. He stayed on his back for a few moments contemplating his behavior and came to the conclusion that he was acting supremely strange. Gorum rarely had outbursts anymore and kept his emotions perfectly in check most the time. Yet in the throne room he wore his heart on his sleeve and couldn't contain any of his feelings like normal.
Even if he was in a stressful situation, his mental resistance passive skill and hardened mind should've kept him in check. Perhaps it was the nature of that room? Gorum didn't particularly want to think about it much more and pushed the thought out his head 'til later.
'At least I'm not as cold anymore.' Gorum thought as he sat up, stretching his back out whilst he examined the forest surrounding him. Other than an astoundingly low amount of ambient mana, everything seemed just fine.
After seeing his surroundings were acceptable, Gorum took a moment to examine himself and found two things of notability. One, he was indeed taller like he asked. Two, he was the same whorish shape as he was in Crimsons throne room. Honestly, Gorum couldn't really complain since all he had asked for was to be taller...but, he still felt majorly insecure about his effeminate body.
It wasn't such a big deal since he was still quite muscular and could be identified as man through his voice and demeanor, but he still had hoped that Crimson would get the picture and give him a warrior's shape. Letting out a sigh, Gorum brushed away those petty thoughts and thought about his next move instead.
'Crimson said I'd be given a different system than what I already had, so I suppose I should take a look at that first.' Gorum thought to himself as he focused, summoning up his status board.
Blip!
[Basic Info]
Name: Gorum
Race: Infant Vessel
Titles: [The Unstoppable] [The Destroyer] [The Serpent Hunter] [Star Slayer] [Crimson Champion] [Continent Crusher] [Festering Warrior] [Taker] [Screaming Death] [Combat Master] [Undefeated General] [Abandoned One] [Hated Hero] [Wrathful Child] (+23)
Skills: [Destroyers Wrath] [Destroyers Charge] [Destroyers Woe] [Destroying Blow] [Ending Toss] [Homing Ending Toss] [Killing Gaze] [Destroying Presence] [Dominating Touch] [Destroying Hold] [Wrath Throw] [Wrath Beam] [Perfect Force Magic] [Perfect Pure Mana Magic] [Takers Grip] [Takers Spectral Chain] [Brave Wings] [Star Slayers Magic] [Indominable Poison Resistance] [Indominable Pain Resistance] [Indominable Disease Resistance] [Indominable Magic Resistance] [Indominable Physical Resistance] (+657)
Talents: [Appraisal] [Unstoppable] [Bottom Feeder] [???] [Takers Arsenal]
Class: Crimson Champion
Sub-Class: Destroyer
[Stat Info]
Level 1
HP: 457T / 457T
Stamina: 212T / 212T
Mana: 18T / 18T
Boons: N/A
De-buffs: N/A
Power: 182T
Vitality: 139T
Dexterity: 65T
Intellect: 1B
Stat Points: 227T
Talent Points: N/A
Skill Points: N/A
There were surprisingly only a few actual changes to his status, his level was reset and was instead referred to as "champion level". He now had access to the appraisal talent and his main class had changed, plus he now had skill and talent points. Or at least the ability to have them... On the concerning side of things, Gorum was no longer human and was now an Infant Vessel, whatever that is.
Gorum grunted and narrowed his eyes at his new race, trying to summon up memories to deduct what he had turned into, because as far as he knew there were no such creatures called "Vessel". There was a monster named Vessel, it was a mimic type of monster that imitated pots and jars. However, he wasn't a pot or jar so that sort of ruled out that possibility anyway. Besides, if he was a monster, he would have access to mutations. He'd have to figure it out later, for now he had to equip some gear and get on with his mission.
Gorum stood up, popping his back and contemplating what armor he should retrieve from his soul inventory. It didn't really matter what he wore, he was virtually invincible in this place according to Crimson. So, for once, Gorum actually got to think about fashion over form. No matter what though it had to be full body armor. After wearing full body armor for so long without ever taking it off, he felt naked without it.
"Maybe something flashy? Or maybe intimidating...no, intimidating is the opposite of what I want right now, I need to avoid frightening the denizens of this world if I'm to aide this 'Hero'..." Gorum mused aloud, contemplating on what to wear. Eventually he made up his mind and called forth his armor set.
Woosh!
Mysterious light covered Gorum's body, then morphed instantly into a set of gold, bulky armor that was covered in gaudy and ornate carvings featuring dragons and other beasts of strength. Atop Gorum's head was a visored barbuta helm, his long mane of hair sticking out from the bottom of the helm and hanging down his back like a magnificent fluffy cape of gold.
"Hrm, although I'm not a fan of how tightly the armor hugs my rump, I think I made the right choice with the Righteous armor." Gorum said, looking over himself and musing about how he obtained the armor from Harvid the Righteous. Gorum remembered Harvid quite well, he killed him after all.
He was head knight of a traitorous noble house that tried to incite a civil war in Gorum's mid 20's. Harvid was a warrior with a heart of gold and committed many, many chivalrous deeds, but alas he still belonged to a house of traitors and stepped onto the battlefield in their name. Of course, he never made out of that field alive. Gorum shook his head, tired of reminiscing. He had better things to think about, such as what weapon he would wield. He didn't really need one here, but he felt better with one in his hands.
"Ah, I suppose I should use my own soul weapon, shouldn't I?" Gorum said after a minute or two of contemplation. He held out his hand summoned up his own soul item, which he assumed was a weapon. How could it not be? However, to his surprise. Gorum did not feel the handle of a weapon grace his hand, but instead a ring manifested itself in his palm.
'A ring?' Gorum thought as he held the little golden band in the sunlight to examine it. Normally he would just put the ring on and figure out the effects at a later date, but now that he had the appraisal talent, he could learn the effects immediately. Gorum thought for a moment on how he was meant to activate the talent, but after staring at the ring for an extended period, a window appeared.
Blip!
[Gorum's Legacy]
Gorum was a dark and unappreciated hero who led a life of constant struggle and endless combat. Although his exterior was bloody and ragged, his heart remained golden in the end. Mirroring his adaptability in combat, this ring will manifest a great weapon of your desired type that can be summoned and changed at any time. Go forth, grit your teeth and carry his legacy along the painful, lonely road. Grow strong, become unstoppable.
Gorum was unsure as to whether he should cry or cringe.