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The Plane of Egannt

One

Gabe

“You have been summoned. The ancient magic of the Array has called and you and your rival both answered. Welcome Gabe. Ye pretty liar, debaucher, oh mighty womanizer. Gabe the proud, Gabe the disbeliever, kindhearted king buried ‘neath pettiness and appeasement. Will you rise above your hypocrisy and become the paragon you envision? Fight. Thrive. Destroy the Dread Crystal, so that Ohm may finally know peace.”

“Choose…”

The Spell:

Representation of mystical aptitude and intelligence. Your wit gives you the power to endure any hardship and the fire to ensure your foes demise. Enhances the mental stats with a focus on intelligence. Makes it easier to unlock mental related classes.

The Sword:

Representation of physical prowess and strength. You dive into danger and trust in the power of your arm above all else. Enhances the physical stats with a focus on strength. Makes it easier to unlock physical related classes.

The Pen:

Representation of social capacity and charisma. Your ability to influence others and convince even your enemies to ally themselves to your cause is the heart of your strength. Enhances social stats with a focus on charisma. Makes it easier to unlock social related classes.

The Cloak:

Representation of mystical speed and dexterity. You are the knife in the dark, the assassin's blade. You are the poison in the cup, and the trap your enemies never saw. Enhances physical stats with a focus on dexterity. Makes it easier to unlock mental related classes.

The Bulwark:

Representation of physical fortitude and vitality. You are the shield against the claws of your enemies. The wall between your allies and certain death. Enhances physical stats with a focus on vitality. Makes it easier to unlock physical related classes.

The Sage:

Representation of social prudence and wisdom. You are the good decision, the broken bread given in kindness, and you are the best course of action. Enhances social stats with a focus on Wisdom. Makes it easier to unlock social related classes.

I stared blankly at the choices before me wondering just what the hell I’d been dosed with. The sword. The pen? The spell? Was this some sort of elaborate prank? What was with that elaborate insult at the beginning. Ye womanizer?

My response to that was a solid “Ye olde fuck you.” But try as I might, I didn’t seem to be able to do anything except stare at the choices before me. If I focused on one of the six options, they would light up and ask me to confirm my selection. I couldn’t do anything else. I had no hands to touch with. No feet to walk around. No mouth to even speak with. Everything but the prompt before me was complete and utter darkness. There was no up or down. No end.

“Taven?” I asked on a whim, wondering if I’d been drugged and was now about to be tortured with an LSD fueled D&D campaign. What had happened to me?

I thought back but nothing came quickly.

‘The bus. The truck. Taven screaming.’ My mind ran wild with images that I didn’t want to see. Didn’t want to believe could be real. Taven’s horrified scream. The sudden impact. The feel of my body smashing against the window and my head punching clear through the glass. The shards of sharp pain before…

No. Best not to dwell on that. That was a dream. Yeah. Just like that weird prompt from this morning. You are in peril and your life will end or something? All just part of an elaborate dream. I’d wake up any time now. Yeah.

“...”

I’d always thought people were supposed to wake up from dreams when they figured out what they were. I began to grow concerned as seconds of waiting stretched to minutes with no change. No response.

“Taven?” I called again. “Alacy? Anybody?”

I could somehow speak but I couldn’t move. Part of me wanted to panic, but I decided I’d just have to make a selection if I wanted to get anywhere.

‘Okay… which stupid prompt should I pick?’ I thought, annoyed.

The Spell, the Sword, the Pen, the Cloak, the Bulwark, and the Sage. Huh. Well I had always been pretty strong. Pretty intelligent too, if I said so myself. I didn’t know much about the others. Fuck it. The sword if I had to pick any of these nerdy options. Besides, who the fuck would pick “the Pen?” Why wasn’t there a Lady’s man option? Or better yet, NFL Quarterback. Yeah… ohh, or best of all, the power button.

I had a date with Alacey tonight and I was pretty sure she wanted to do more than just kiss. I didn’t have time for this!

“Fine then!” I said, annoyed that I had no hands to flip the prompt off with. “I pick the sword. Are we done now?”

“You’ve chosen the sword. Physical classes will be easier to unlock.”

“Congratulations!”

“You’ve unlocked the Warrior Class!”

“You’ve been granted the ability “Power Strike!”

“You’ve been granted the ability “Cleave!”

“You’ve gained one Common sword short [Damage 2-4]”

“Prepare to face your rival! The victor will receive a bonus before entering the Plane of Egannt, the first of the Seven Planes of Ohm. Remember! Death is not permanent on Ohm, but once lost, power cannot be regained! Live or die well, Lady’s Man Gabriel.”

‘The… the hell? Did that cheeky prompt just italics my title?’ I thought. I focused on the confirm button, the only one available to me on the dank grey prompt and was immediately blinded by a flash of light.

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A/n: Like I said. New story! Hoping it's enjoyable. First five chapters will be for all patrons. Next 5 will be for Auracite and last will be lucavi as ususal. Hope you all enjoy and let me know if you see any errors! Story is pretty raw.