[Thank you for playing through The Town of Beginnings #6219. Your commendable acheivements have been taken into account for your rewards].
[Matching you with the best class for you based on your stat allocation, bloodline, starter weapon and your performance].
[Class found].
'This is it' She thought. She theorised it would be a magical class since of her [Innate Arcane Magic Demonic] and her bloodline's exclusive use of [Unholy Magic]. Her starter weapon and her stats also pointed towards a more magical alignment instead of physical.
[Class chosen: Occult Ravanger]
[Class: Occult Ravanger
Rarity: Extraordinary
Description: Forged in war those with this class use their godless magic, and superior speed to fight against their foes and bring destruction to the battlefield in both close and ranged combat.
Varient: Mage/Warrior Hybrid
Skills: Ebony Whip, Death's Hand, Battlefield's Wrath].
[Class Skill: Ebony Whip
Rarity: Class specific
Description: A limitless whip enchanted with Unholy and Demonic Arcane Magic to fight in close quarters.
Damage: 90-100 per hit.
MP Cost: 50 MP per minute
Cooldown: 5 minutes
[Class Skill: Death's hand
Rarity: Class specific
Description: Craft a hand twisted with death that curses the foes it touches to irreversible decay.
Damage: 5% of their health
MP cost: 100 mana
Uptime: 8 seconds.
Cooldown: 10 minutes].
[Class Skill: Battlefield's Wrath
Rarity: Class specific
Description: Enhance yourself with the power of death, granting boons. Every kill adds extra time to the buffs.
Buff: Increased health, damage negation and mana regeneration.
Boons: Gain half the damage you deal as health.
Uptime: 15 seconds
MP Cost: 150 mana
Cooldown: 20 minutes].
[Congratulations on being in the Top 10,000 to finish the Town of Beginnings].
[Randomizing reward]
'Reward? I get a reward for being faster than everyone else? The lack of sleep was so worth it.' Elya smiled.
[You have recieved a Ghastly Glass pendant].
[Item: Ghastly Glass pendant
Rarity: Unique
Description: A glass pendant crafted by an unknown jeweler
Active skill: Ghastly Shroud
Allows the user to go undetectable by any means for 10 minutes.
Cooldown: 1 hour
Required level: 0
Set: Ghastly Glass set 1/5].
[In-game Name has been unlocked, please choose an appropriate name to be known by
Note: Your name must be unique, their cannot be any copies of any names].
A white keyboard appeared infront of Elya and she pondered for a long while before eventually choosing something which resonated with her.
[In-game Name: Fallen Heretic]
'Sounds cool enough to me' She thought to herself.
[Transporting to the main game].
[Archipelago of the Godless has been chosen].
Light streamed in through the vast darkness, the system screens blending into it. Transforming her into the wilderness.
Infront of her, velvet trees sprawled from the ground reaching hundreds of meters tall. Peeking through their leaves, was a water coloured sun, which shone it's blue rays onto everything in sight.
While staring at it in amazement, she noticed houses built at the height of the trees. A sprawling community built across the whole forest. Casting [Runic Sight] on everything around her, she noticed that a near tree had a hidden runic circle on it. Most likely a passage to get up to the houses.
Thankfully, Elya had a cheat Skill for these types of things; known as a set of wings. Summoning them, she stared at their beauty, still not used to how natural they felt. Soaring through the air, she circled plenty of dark brown houses with thatch roofs, casting the natives attention.
These natives had pale green horns sprouting from their heads, with pale green wings to match too. Other than that shared trait, they all looked completely different from one another with varying skin, hair and eye colour.
Landing in some sort of plaza, she cast [Runic Sight] onto them. A wide range of names, levels, classes and stats appeared before her but their race stayed consistent throughout. They were a type of race called Misbegotten Druids which were described as:
[Description: Misbegotten Druids are creatures born from flora affected by occultist energy, ostracised due to being affected by energies deemed cursed, they found solace in the Archipelago of the Godless].
Shuffling towards, an older yet muscled man stepped forward from the congregation infront of her. His voice loud and commanding.
"Have you been sent by the Flame Imps?" He questioned her, spouting accusations immediately. Folding back her wings, she answered him.
"No, I am a player called the Fallen Heretic. I have just arrived here." She said honestly, her research led her to believe that everyone who as transported to the main game would do so in a town or city with peaceful NPCs. So they shouldn't attack her.
And she was right. The instant she spoke who she was, the tension eased out of them and the crowd reluctantly left after being shooed away by people dressed in an army like uniform.
The muscled older gentlemen opened his mouth to speak. His dark black hair sprinkled with grey shifting in the winds that rustled the scarlet leaves at the towns height. Their houses remained unshaken by the persistent wind.
"Welcome to the Archipelago of the Godless. You are currently on one of the smallest and the safest areas in this country. Let me explain, how things work in the realm of Nuriam for people like us.
For years, races which have been deemed corrupted or 'Godless' have been hunted and slaughtered. So we have founded our own country here. Untouched by outsiders and their fear mongering.
However, I regret to say that this place is not much safer, each area is ruled by a race and not all of them are friendly. This island we are on, called Gial is considered one of the safest and yet my humble city is in war with uncivilised brutes who want our resources." His voice was soaked in remorse when conversing about the situation with his city.
"We have been commanded to give all players a base level of knowledge and advise on their arrival so here's mine.
You have been transported here. That means your race is deemed 'Godless', and you will be ostracised elsewhere. So you must gather strength to survive by yourself and find if your race is on the islands." He advised. Walking towards her, he offered out his hand before speaking again.
"By the way, I am Antio, the Leader of the Misbegotten Druids."