Earth, XX.XX.2023 China
"All those years wasted fighting each other Charles. To have a...
"All those years wasted fighting each other Charles. To have a...
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A Mutant in Mundus
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Rebirth 01
Lethaius
Bumbling my way to greatness one step at a time.
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Earth, XX.XX.2023 China
"All those years wasted fighting each other Charles. To have a precious few of them back." I reach out to take my first and last friends hand, knowing this is the end, only to have it pulled away as explosions outside can be heard. The last thing I see is a beam of flame rushing towards Charles. 'I'll see you on the other side my friend.' Then there is a prick on my neck and I know no more.
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Slowly everything around me comes back into focus, the blackness receding from my eyes, and when it does I find myself sitting at a table across from a man that is wearing a large suit of grey armour and looks to be larger than even old cain.
"Ah, I see you are awake Eric, I do apologize if being recorperated is unpleasant, But enough with the pleasantries. I just spent a moment reviewing your past and I must say that I admire your spirit, you never gave up your cause. You did have moments where you tried to get away from it all, but you never did let that drive go out, and it may have changed from supremacy to survival, but I think you managed to learn something there at the end."
I want to say something but I honestly cannot think of how to reply to that, it is not every day that some being decides to bring you back from the dead and…. Compliments? How you lived your life before you died.
"Oh, I should have been more specific, you did not perish, your personal timeline ceased to be. And to preempt you, yes that means your plan worked for the most part. Even if it was Distasteful. But enough about that violation of your universe's cosmic order, you are here for my own universe after all. To put it in terms your admittedly impressive mortal mind can comprehend, I have decided to choose you as one of my 'Champions', this usually entails me giving you goals and you doing them for boons, or what have you. But i have decided to do it a bit differently than my…. Siblings would normally do. They often choose mortals from back home in nirn, but that never really changes anything in any meaningful way that was not already going to happen. So I decided to try something new, and this something is you Eric. I will be dropping you off in a province known as skyrim to try and bring some order to the region, and do a few small tasks for me in the mean time. Do make sure to have some fun as well alright? Its not every day somebody gets a second chance after all. Oh also, before you go, do try to avoid Crypts, they tend to be fairly dim.
Before I am able to voice any of my questions, everything starts to turn purple around me and then there is an all encompassing *Pop*.
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????, ??/??/????
Everything fades back into existence through the haze of purple and I find myself sitting on a chair, surrounded by snow, looking directly at a mountain from what appears to be a tower. I get up and nearly trip over the bottles at my feet before making my way over to the edge of the battlement in front of me. I do a lap around the top of what appears to be a tower and find a rather large chest with a few coins that appear to be gold of all things, I've made do with less before.
And then my eyes drift over to the hatch door in the roof of the tower, letting out a sigh i make my way over and lift it open and make my way down into the depths.
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AN
Well, heres the rewrite of the first chapter, i decided to remove the gamer system because as stated above, i thought it was rather dumb in hindsight. and yes i know that jyggalag is nothing like how ive written him, but im trying to take a diffrent take on him. As always i make no gurentees about writing quality, but if you have any constructive criticisim, advice, or even ideas, feel free to post them and ill try to reply to ya. anyways, ill try to be putting out a chapter a day if i can, but no promises.
"All those years wasted fighting each other Charles. To have a precious few of them back." I reach out to take my first and last friends hand, knowing this is the end, only to have it pulled away as explosions outside can be heard. The last thing I see is a beam of flame rushing towards Charles. 'I'll see you on the other side my friend.' Then there is a prick on my neck and I know no more.
__________________________________________________________________________________
????, ??/??/????
Slowly everything around me comes back into focus, the blackness receding from my eyes, and when it does I find myself sitting at a table across from a man that is wearing a large suit of grey armour and looks to be larger than even old cain.
"Ah, I see you are awake Eric, I do apologize if being recorperated is unpleasant, But enough with the pleasantries. I just spent a moment reviewing your past and I must say that I admire your spirit, you never gave up your cause. You did have moments where you tried to get away from it all, but you never did let that drive go out, and it may have changed from supremacy to survival, but I think you managed to learn something there at the end."
I want to say something but I honestly cannot think of how to reply to that, it is not every day that some being decides to bring you back from the dead and…. Compliments? How you lived your life before you died.
"Oh, I should have been more specific, you did not perish, your personal timeline ceased to be. And to preempt you, yes that means your plan worked for the most part. Even if it was Distasteful. But enough about that violation of your universe's cosmic order, you are here for my own universe after all. To put it in terms your admittedly impressive mortal mind can comprehend, I have decided to choose you as one of my 'Champions', this usually entails me giving you goals and you doing them for boons, or what have you. But i have decided to do it a bit differently than my…. Siblings would normally do. They often choose mortals from back home in nirn, but that never really changes anything in any meaningful way that was not already going to happen. So I decided to try something new, and this something is you Eric. I will be dropping you off in a province known as skyrim to try and bring some order to the region, and do a few small tasks for me in the mean time. Do make sure to have some fun as well alright? Its not every day somebody gets a second chance after all. Oh also, before you go, do try to avoid Crypts, they tend to be fairly dim.
Before I am able to voice any of my questions, everything starts to turn purple around me and then there is an all encompassing *Pop*.
__________________________________________________________________________________
????, ??/??/????
Everything fades back into existence through the haze of purple and I find myself sitting on a chair, surrounded by snow, looking directly at a mountain from what appears to be a tower. I get up and nearly trip over the bottles at my feet before making my way over to the edge of the battlement in front of me. I do a lap around the top of what appears to be a tower and find a rather large chest with a few coins that appear to be gold of all things, I've made do with less before.
And then my eyes drift over to the hatch door in the roof of the tower, letting out a sigh i make my way over and lift it open and make my way down into the depths.
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AN
Well, heres the rewrite of the first chapter, i decided to remove the gamer system because as stated above, i thought it was rather dumb in hindsight. and yes i know that jyggalag is nothing like how ive written him, but im trying to take a diffrent take on him. As always i make no gurentees about writing quality, but if you have any constructive criticisim, advice, or even ideas, feel free to post them and ill try to reply to ya. anyways, ill try to be putting out a chapter a day if i can, but no promises.
Rebirth 02
Lethaius
Bumbling my way to greatness one step at a time.
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I do not know what I was expecting, but it surely was not the corpse, or the man roasting the former person's leg over a lit brazier. We can't have that now can we? I would be lying if I said that I felt no pleasure sending the gold coin into the back of the man's skull, it quickly exiting through his forehead and returning back to float at my side.
I take stock of the room I find myself in, it seems to be a rather dank dungeon, the floor covered in what appears to be a pool of oil, but I notice the shelf next to it that has plenty of dining utensils, even a cauldron. I proceed to bring all of the silverware to face level and crush it all down into a sphere before flattening it out into a disc a foot across while marveling at how easy it was to work the metal before me, aside from the poor purity, it shall work as a fine mount.
I drop it to the floor below me and step onto it, fondly remembering the first time I was able to do this, the look on Charles' face when I showed him that I was able to fly…. One of the few times I managed to truly surprise him.
I lift off into the air slowly, getting accustomed to flight in my new environment before moving forward out of the prison, the armor and sword of the deceased man ripping off and the shards flying to merge with my mount, thickening it nicely. Making my way down the staircase I am disgusted to see cords of what look like human bone hanging from the ceiling, I did not think I would find anyone worse than trask, but I have and I will do my best to clean this filth out.
As I reach the bottom of the stair, I see another person in metal armour, and with a flick of my wrist the helmet collapses around their skull, a sickening crunch sounding out before they can call for help. Again I take the remains of their armour, fashioning them into orbs that orbit me at shoulder height.
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Nothing truly spectacular happened while I was cleaning out what turned out to be a small fortress, a few dozen more cannibals, even more skeletons, but there was a forge, and I managed to find an iron mine of all things.
I did manage to find a room full of hay, and I brought some of it and a jug of oil into the courtyard of the fort and made a pyre for the bandits.
I called this a fortress earlier, but I think it is a bit too ruined to be considered that now. One of the towers is broken in half, and the perimeter wall is in disrepair, there was an inn off to one side with a wooden palisade and I found out the owner was butchered in their bed by the bandits, that was pleasant. Though I did offer a prairie for him and the other victims when I buried them behind the inn.
It is nearing dusk when I finished collecting all of the non important metal from inside the fort, thankfully there was a fair amount stored around the fort, and I was able to fortify the inn by forming a dome around it. I got a few of the books scattered around the inn before going to rest in the basement, it having the only bed I was able to find, and began to try and figure out any of the local language and history.
I take stock of the room I find myself in, it seems to be a rather dank dungeon, the floor covered in what appears to be a pool of oil, but I notice the shelf next to it that has plenty of dining utensils, even a cauldron. I proceed to bring all of the silverware to face level and crush it all down into a sphere before flattening it out into a disc a foot across while marveling at how easy it was to work the metal before me, aside from the poor purity, it shall work as a fine mount.
I drop it to the floor below me and step onto it, fondly remembering the first time I was able to do this, the look on Charles' face when I showed him that I was able to fly…. One of the few times I managed to truly surprise him.
I lift off into the air slowly, getting accustomed to flight in my new environment before moving forward out of the prison, the armor and sword of the deceased man ripping off and the shards flying to merge with my mount, thickening it nicely. Making my way down the staircase I am disgusted to see cords of what look like human bone hanging from the ceiling, I did not think I would find anyone worse than trask, but I have and I will do my best to clean this filth out.
As I reach the bottom of the stair, I see another person in metal armour, and with a flick of my wrist the helmet collapses around their skull, a sickening crunch sounding out before they can call for help. Again I take the remains of their armour, fashioning them into orbs that orbit me at shoulder height.
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Nothing truly spectacular happened while I was cleaning out what turned out to be a small fortress, a few dozen more cannibals, even more skeletons, but there was a forge, and I managed to find an iron mine of all things.
I did manage to find a room full of hay, and I brought some of it and a jug of oil into the courtyard of the fort and made a pyre for the bandits.
I called this a fortress earlier, but I think it is a bit too ruined to be considered that now. One of the towers is broken in half, and the perimeter wall is in disrepair, there was an inn off to one side with a wooden palisade and I found out the owner was butchered in their bed by the bandits, that was pleasant. Though I did offer a prairie for him and the other victims when I buried them behind the inn.
It is nearing dusk when I finished collecting all of the non important metal from inside the fort, thankfully there was a fair amount stored around the fort, and I was able to fortify the inn by forming a dome around it. I got a few of the books scattered around the inn before going to rest in the basement, it having the only bed I was able to find, and began to try and figure out any of the local language and history.