AFTER THE TIME-SKIP

A person’s ‘Choosing Day’ is the official day a child turns into a proper individual. This day is when a child chooses their class and their guild which are then recorded by the Church of Information. One can change their guild whenever they want but most stay in the guild they choose during their naming day. ‘Choosing Day’ is not only a Human activity like their ‘Changing Day’, but instead is a day that is traditional to most of the races on ‘Gaia’. People are introduced to the different types of Churches on the Continent on that day.

People in Gaia have already moved past the idea that Churches based on Affinity were basically a representative of either Good or Evil. The people have accepted that Churches of Light and Dark can be either Good or Evil. This knowledge was backed up by countless wars created by the zealotry of their Doctrines. For example the Church of Light who worshiped the battle God Luke was mainly worshiped by Humans. One day the god decided that Humans should be the only race on Gaia and went ahead to declare war on the other races. Countless people died during that war and even the members of other races that worshiped Luke were targeted and wiped out. The war ended with the God Luke in defeat while the other Gods decided to cast the Light God of Battle out of the Divine realm and caged beneath the land.

Churches were basically divided into 5 sections. Churches of Light and Good were gathering places of Healers and heroic Paladins. Churches of Dark and Good were worshiped by people who desired Freedom above all else. They had a great number of Adventurers and Assassins but the general rule was not to kill just for the sake of killing. Light Churches of Evil had an incredibly large Fanatical populous and the members of that Church would sacrifice their own lives for the benefit of their Church. Children are taught incredibly early on about the doctrine of the Church and nothing else. Dark Evil Churches house the dregs of society and the most murderous of people. Recruitment is mainly made in forbidden areas and areas of imprisonment. These people have no qualms with killing people of every race, gender or age. The final type is the true-Neutral Churches. These includes the Church of Information, the Church of Death, and the Church of the Lady of the Land. The ‘Lady of the Land’ and her Church have basically disappeared after the war with the Magus Community while the other 2 have too powerful a structure to ever die out.

When a child chooses their class they need to first seek approval from the Goddess Janira. Stats, skills, fame and personality are all taken note of. A normal class usually has low requirements that are known by many people. Warriors for example require at least an Intermediate in ‘Sword Mastery’ and 50 in strength. Knights require the same requirements as Warriors but also need a minimum of 50 honor. Since Honor increases or decreases based on the deeds of Knights, people who have a evil sadistic personality won’t even get 1 stat in that. Even people who try to hide their personality with acting would be hard pressed to increase a skill that is based on personality. Rogues need Intermediate in ‘Stealth’ and at least one other rogue characteristic skill. Healers need to have a Holy affinity of at least 10 and one healing skill at Intermediate rank. These examples show the really low requirements a person needs for ‘normal’ classes.

The harder classes are the ones that include more than 1 series. Paladins for examples require a Holy Affinity of 30 and at least 2 healing type skills at Intermediate. They also require a minimum of 100 strength, 50 Vitality, and 75 Agility. They must not have any infamy or Dark type skill. The opposite of a Paladin would be a Dark Knight. They have the same stat requirements but need 2 curse skills at Intermediate and a Dark Affinity of 30. They can have both Fame or Infamy. They can also learn a dark type of Healing spell or they can even just corrupt the healing skill they already have.

Guilds were different matter since they were never Evil but more Neutral or Good. Before. there were only 5 different guilds. The ‘Sons of Battle’, ‘Shadows of the World’, ‘The Factory’, ‘All-Cure’, and ‘The Merchant’s Society’. These 5 basically represented the different Series a person could join. These guilds spread across the continent and had members from various races and were the power behind the scenes. Members of the guild benefited from information exchanged through the guild and even formed connections using the guild. Infamous people however were denied access to these guilds since the guilds didn't want to be viewed in a negative light by the populous.

Not everyone was in a guild or worships a Church.

That all changed rather recently when several towns had created new guilds. That wasn't really a problem since the guilds of previous eras were usually absorbed by the main 5, but these new guilds were different. They didn't cater to a general type of class but to jobs. These guilds included classes from different series and worked together to complete various tasks. The most prominent was the ‘Dungeon Seekers’. They were filled with combat, stealth and healing professions and desired to find and complete every Dungeon they could find. The death rate for the guild was rather high but recruitment was incredibly easy. Cooking, Construction, Home Decor, Toy Making. These different guilds were very well received by the Guildless and even people already in guilds. However this also created the opportunity for Evil-aligned people to create ‘Chaotic Guilds’.

*Ahem*, back to the ‘Choosing Day’ event.

Apart from an introduction to the Churches and the choosing of a Class and maybe a Guild, there is the single Blessing from the Goddess Janira and the God of Death, Plutys. These 2 Blessings last for as long as the person lives and cannot be removed. If you have somehow earned the ire of either divinities...then you will basically be screwed for life.

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Michael was in front of the Church and was attracting the attention of various onlookers. Earlier in the day the Church posted information on who’s 20th naming day it was that day. There was also the fact that the new otherworld beings would appear some time that day and change the face of Gaia forever. Not a very pleasant thought.

A few hours before Michael stood there, a large number of people had entered the Church to witness his ‘Choosing Day’. They were members of the Series who wished for Michael to at least join their guilds. They had all seen the view of Michael’s fight between the 5 Knight apprentices and the ‘Sons of Battle’ were incredibly interested in him joining them. The other 4 Guilds just wanted to see the boy but all of them wouldn't have denied him from joining their guild.

The newer guilds had heard rumor of the boy. Stories that told of his extra 70 stat points during his ‘Changing Day’ and his battle against 5 combat professions. There were even some rumors about his renowned parents and the stories they also had among the people. The ‘Dungeon Seekers’ hoped the boy would join them and increase their standings among the guilds while the other guilds came because they hoped the boy had an interest in their goals. In total, 17 guilds were represented by about 5 members each and all had come to watch Michael’s ‘Choosing Day’ and what Blessing he would get.

When Michael’s teachers went into the Church though...well it was a rather shocking scene.

Serena was an elf and renowned adventurer, although only the most experienced and high ranking representatives actually knew who she was. She was also known as the sister of a living God-ranked being so she became an instant topic in the Church’s hall.

Harold olr Opinio was also a well known person, although for different reason. At least half of the representatives had contact with the bright mage and all of them were tricked in one degree or another. They all had to admit that the man was a brilliant mage though and several Magic guilds started to get anxious about the boy. They had known that the boy could at least use ‘Memory Ball’ which was a high class type of magic, but now they knew his teacher and could imagine the boy’s prowess.

Cider caused the loudest commotion in the hall. When he entered in a loud and religious tight suit of pure White and Gold, every single craftsmen started to shout at the man. The words weren't horrible however. Basically half the craftsmen were crying because they had wanted to be his apprentice while the other half started to shout their desire for the boy. Cider was a renowned craftsmen and the only man to have 5 craft skills at Expert ranking, never mind 2 at Master-ranking.

These 3 as teachers made several representatives faint when they tried to think of which Class the boy would choose. Something along the lines of ‘Dark Lord of Chaos’, ‘Champion of the Gods’ or just a normal class like ‘Warrior’ caused great distress in the representatives. Then Michael walked in.

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Michael had to wait till noon before the ceremony started. He saw a few other young men around the Church entrance and all were staring at Michael. Michael didn't know why so he ignored the other people who had a ‘Choosing Day’ along with him.

What they were staring at was Michael’s clothing. Like the ‘Changing Day’ the 20 year olds had to create their own clothing with bought materials or acquired through hunting down various beasts, mainly rabbits to wolves. Some had hand stitched silk clothing that had various types of embroideries which told of their skill in the crafts. High ranking tailor skill was used, some skill in painting and the arts, even a little bit of skill in Blacksmith created rather high quality pieces of clothing although it was also clear that the people had zero prowess in fighting. For the warriors or stealth Series, they had clothing or armor created out of the hides of monsters they slayed. The equips were crafted with what little skill they acquired themselves which made for quite a mismatched array of protection. A hide here, leather there, awkward stitching used everywhere. It was still impressive to see the different types of armors they wore. For the Healing Series they had to rely on donations made in their name by the populous that they helped. They were not allowed to use items that was donated by family members. They were the most rugged of the group but also had the most divine aura surrounding them.

Michael...Michael had high skills in most of the crafting skills. He had taken apart the old Wolf cloak he had made with the hides of the pack leaders he killed a long while ago. After taking it apart he crafted armor that combined leather and metal to create a chestpiece with a different feel to it. It looked like a regular Cuirass but the Blacksmiths of the group saw the high quality and purity of the metal. The Wolves main body was draped over the the back and ended in a mini cloak below the waist. At the front, Michael had draped the head of the Brown Wolf over his left shoulder and positioned it so that the eyes of the wolf would stare down anyone in front of Michael. The Grey Wolf was draped across his right side and facing the Brown Wolf while laying it’s head on Michael’s middle. The legs of the wolves were grabbing pieces of the armor which gave the illusion that the armor was being gripped by the wolves and the wolves were going to protect Michael from his enemies.

Since the wolves were both bigger than the wolves found around the area the Combat and Stealth classes assumed that Michael had hunted several Pack Leaders, which was correct. The rest of his armor was near flawless except for some engraved designs and shown with an expert touch. Blacksmiths don’t dare to wear armour during their ‘Choosing Day’ since it may have confused people into thinking that they were part of the Combat Series and may mess up their chances at getting into the proper guild. They do try to show off their craft so most go about and make a proper shield.

Michael was definitely not a craftsman. He was neither a full on Combat person or a Mage and even his ‘Stealth’ was just a skill he had and used when he needed it. Michael was equipped with his strangely curved blade, obviously only sharp on one side, several daggers, no shield, his Wolf pelted armour (Its a set too, so every armor piece has some kind of Wolf pelt on it. No metal helmet, it just looks stupid), an enchanted cloak, and even a pointed hat he kept packed up. After the incident with those stupid idiots when he was 12, Michael decided a Mage was a good disguise to have. He kept several short staffs in his pack to help the image since he really didn’t need the staffs to improve his magic aim. Area of effect magic doesn’t need one target.

All in all, Michael made a powerful sight at his ‘Choosing Day’. He made combat professions look weak, and his craftsmanship was about 5 times better than the others. If any mages were there and tried to harass him he might have just unleashed a mini-’Quake’ and ‘Fire Tornado’ on them to shut them up. Stealth professions couldn’t approach him without being caught and the entire crowd sometimes lost sight of Michael even when he was just standing there. No one knew what he was or what he will be, and everyone was hoping to see anything that could give a hint.

When noon finally arrived several of the ‘Choosing Day’ participants were ushered into the building. There were 8 halls in the Church of Information and 4 were used for ‘Changing Day’ while 4 were used for the ‘Choosing Day’. Everyone noticed that one hall was packed tight with representatives from nearly every guild and most of their gazes (the representatives’) then went to Michael. Michael instead was hoping to go to one of the quieter ones and actually made it halfway to one of those before he was ushered into the very crowded one.

Michael strode quickly down the hall towards the Bishop and noted that he was the same person that performed his ‘Changing Day’ ceremony. It seemed the Bishop became very interested in what Michael would choose for a Guild and Class. Arrayed to the sides of the Bishop were his teachers, Serena and his Mother on the Bishop’s right and Cider, Harold, and Michael’s father on the left. A very prominent group of teachers, each of them had a higher ranking of skills and power than even the Bishop of the Church of Information.

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“We are all gathered here today to witness the coming of age for this young man. He has come here today to formalize his graduation and receive the gifts he needs for his future. But first, the various Gods and Goddess’ representatives will need to present themselves to him and give their acknowledgment of his deeds.”

One by one, several robed members of the audience walked up to the front of the hall and placed a hand over Michael’s forehead. Michael wasn’t a very tall man at exactly 6 feet tall but some of the representatives were of the shorter races like Dwarves. Most of them stayed hooded but what cause great consternation in the crowd was when a Fey lady unhooded herself and proceeded to the stage to give the acknowledgment of the ‘Lady of the Land’, something not done since before the Magus Wars. The short, skinny woman was very beautiful and left a scent of flowers in the air after she placed a hand on Michael and then walk away.

What this process did was allow the various Gods and Goddesses to see the growth and potential of the child through their representatives. They would acknowledge the child and if the child wishes to join their following they would already have the information to either accept or deny him.

The next part of the Ceremony was to receive gifts from the child’s teachers.

When the last representative left the stage, Serena walked up to Michael. She took out a necklace that depicted a silver leaf with a gold design of a bird, a hawk in the middle.

“This is my family’s sign. Show this in any elven town and speak in the elven tongue if you are in any trouble and they should help you. My brother is...greatly acknowledged by our people so this should point you out as a friend of either me or him.”

A great gift for a traveler. This pretty much meant that Michael could call on the help of an entire race if he ever needed it.

Cider was next. He walked up to Michael and took out a large chain-mail body suit. Michael noted that it would be a rather tight fit. Michael pointedly ignored how Cider could hide it anywhere on his tight white and gold suit.

“This my dear boy was made with Mithril and Dragon’s Fire by one of the God-ranked craftsmen a long time ago. It was once worn by Kilren himself and has enchantments on it that can block elemental damage and reflect back the opposite element. For example, if a Fireball is thrown at you it will be blocked and an Icespear will be launched back. Take good care of it. Its strong but any incredibly high level magic can destroy it. And Dragon’s breath. Watch out for them too.”

Michael didn’t really need the warning. He doubted he could or would want to ever face a Dragon…

Harold walked up after Cider and presented an item to Michael. It was a purple bone. Actually it was the Purple Bone, the one that Harold had on when they first met.

“This, boy, is the bone of a specific Demon. The Demon could teleport wherever he wanted but died when he accidentally teleported into a wall. This bone of it can do the same but only over a short distance, about 50 meters. I also enchanted it so that it will avoid...killing you by making you a wall ornament.”

‘Good for running away? Ugly though...’ Michael knew the item was incredibly rare but he was only thinking of the consequences of running around with a purple bone...On a side note, Harold’s smokey monkey companion’s hat was made of leather from the Demon’s skin. Amazingly it was not purple in color but orange.

Michael’s mother replaced Harold and she eyed the bone with some dissatisfaction. Then she took out box.

“This box is warded and enchanted with the greatest spells I could collect. It will block any excess magical power from leaking from objects placed inside but will be attuned to you so you can keep connections with the items.”

Although it was not such a great gift as the others, it was definitely to be used for Michael’s ‘Silven Plant’. This was actually a good way to make people not so curious about the box since he had all of those other rare and unique items. Michael shared a conspiratorial smile with his mother.

Michael’s father was next and he took out an orb wrapped in a cloth. When he opened it every mage in the hall gasped.

“This, my son, is a ‘Call Orb’. All of your teachers and I have one of these and this is an extra. Make sure you use it to keep in touch with us when you can. I’ll tell you the words needed to activate it later.”

Michael gaped at his father. He had read many books over the years and had heard of these ‘Call Orbs’. He also knew the value. Items were ranked in the following. Common -> Uncommon -> Rare -> Unique -> Artifact. What his father just said was that all of his teachers and now him had Artifacts. An Artifact that was used for instant communication.

Once Michael obtained all of his high class items, the ceremony continued.

“Now we shall hear the choice this child has chosen for his future. His Class will be a permanent decision and the Goddess Janira will either accept this decision or give the proper class herself.”

This was the time for Michael to say his self-written speech. A simple class would only take one line but for different classes...

“I wish to follow the ‘Lady of the Land’. To protect her territory and spread her name. To guard her secrets, told or hidden, and to represent her when the need arises. To present myself as one of her children, now and forever, and to give my life for her causes. I have the strength to follow and the will to take up my blades against her enemies. I wish to take up the class ‘Guardian of the Lady of the Land’. Will my decision be accepted?”

Silence.

The ‘Lady of the Land’ was one of the True-Neutral divinities so the requirements for becoming a follower were incredibly high. Especially for Humans since they were not like the Fey or Elves in being born close to the Goddess. Another problem was that her following was incredibly small among the Humans and there was a large strain between the other Humans and her following since the Magus’ and the Mad King’s War as Humans were the main group that destroyed her following.

For the next 5 minutes there was no response. The Bishop did not seem overly concerned and neither did Michael’s teachers so Michael himself wasn’t very concerned either. The audience members were different since this part of the ceremony usually took a minute max. The child asked for a class and it was an immediate yes or no by the Goddess.

All of a sudden the hall shook. Then two women voices could be heard.

‘Come on little sister, the boy wants to be a follower of yours. He has every requirement to be a follower. Why won’t you accept his decision?’

‘Because he does not deserve such a lowly class. You know his growth and potential. Being just a Guardian of mine isn’t a proper position for the boy. Its like a Hero wanting to be a common soldier. A pope wanting to be a choir boy. A king wanting to make sculptures. It just doesn’t seem right.’

‘So he should be something more? Hrm you could be right about that. How about this? Will this be a good enough Class for the boy?’

‘Oh that's better. But sister how about adding *blzz* to it too?’

‘Yes, yes, thats fine.’

Then Michael was washed in golden light. It made the glow during Michael’s ‘Changing Day’ look like a candle being compared to a sun. Information boxes appeared in front of him even though he had ignored the others than had appeared during the ceremony..

You have been denied the class ‘Guardian of the Lady of the Land’. You have changed to this Unique Class: ‘High Champion of the Lady of the Land’. You do not get specific skills from the class but you can learn skills and abilities from other followers of the ‘Lady of the Land’. All stats have increased by 20. Health and Mana have increased by 500. Affinity with Nature +100.

[p=left]Your class change has unlocked the following skills based on stats.

Due to the nature of your class, the skills ‘Sword Mastery’, ‘??? Mastery’, ‘Dagger Mastery’, and ‘Weapon Throwing Mastery’ have combined to create ‘High Champion’s Combat Mastery’.

You have gained the skill ‘Focused Defence’ due to getting beyond 200 Concentration.

You have gained the skill ‘Focused Health Regeneration’ due to getting beyond 400 Concentration.

You have gained the skill ‘Focused Mana Regeneration’ due to getting beyond 400 Concentration and 300 Wisdom.

You have gained the skill ‘Focused Stamina Recovery’ due to having both ‘Focused Health Regeneration’ and ‘Focused Mana Regeneration’.

You have gained the skill ‘Ironbark Skin’ due to getting beyond 300 Vitality.

‘Rage Release’ has its ‘Berserk’ description and ability changed due to Concentration being the highest stat.[/p]

Due to the nature of your class, you have become the champion of life. You are now an eternal opposite to Plutys, the God of Death. You deal more damage to Undead but get greater debuffs from curses.

The entire hall erupted in conversation. ‘Choosing Day’ Class acceptance was usually just one word said by the Goddess. She either said yes or no then gave the class to the child. This was the first time anyone has ever heard a conversation between Goddesses. It was an even greater impact when it sounded like they were arguing over whether to give such a low ranking class to the child.

The 6 people in front of Michael didn’t reveal much expression. Harold and Cider were playing Cat’s Cradle beside the Bishop while Serena had started to polish her batons. Michael’s mother and father had each taken out a book to keep themselves busy while the Bishop was writing in a scroll and smiling in delight. ‘Was he keeping notes about this situation?’ Michael didn’t know how to feel about these 6 important people. So Michael cleared his throat, trying to get the ceremony to continue.

“Hmm? Oh yes. *Ahem*. The Goddess has chosen a proper Class for this child. We shall now hear the choice of a guild this child will choose. Whether he chooses a guild or not is his decision but let it be known that this is not a permanent or drastically life changing decision. Now Michael, which guild do you wish to join?”

Everyone in the hall was waiting for his answer. Even his teachers and parents turned their eyes every once in a while in his direction. Michael hadn't told anyone his decision but he doubted it needed this much attention.

“I wish to follow the paths of the past. To reveal the hidden secrets our ancestors hid away, and to find out the truths that were covered up. I wish to join the ‘Historical Society’ if they will have me.”

The ‘Historical Society’ was one of the newly created guilds. Their goal was mainly to research history and note down arguments and ideas about different aspects of the past. Another part of the guild was that they would tackle incredibly dangerous ruins in order to obtain new information and historical items and facts. They would usually hire mercenaries, which is expensive, but the information they obtain gives them an incredibly large stable income. Their clients ranged from curious common folk to the Church of Information and the nobility.

Michael had heard of their goals when a group of them had passed through town once. They were going to enter the ruins of Jilr’s ruined Kingdom in order to get a greater grasp of the Mad King’s War and had been complaining about the hiring of trusted Mercenaries. Michael had been reading a lot of History given by his teachers and had developed a love of the past. He decided that joining the guild and going on Dungeon runs would help his Historical interest and decrease the costs of the Guild having the hire mercenaries. A win-win situation.

The ‘Historical Society’ representatives was thinking along the same lines. The main representative knew that this man was very gifted and powerful and he was eager to recruit him. When he heard the man wanted to join the guild, the representatives all almost fainted in disbelief. The main representative gathered himself and walked up to Michael. He pointedly ignored the anger on the faces of the other Guilds.

“I am the representative of the ‘Historical Society’ in Bellen. My guild will be happy to include Michael within our ranks.”

Simple and short. Michael envied the man for those 2 sentences as he listened to the final part of the ceremony.

“This child, Michael, has finished his ‘Choosing’ and will now go out to the world. The final task is to accept the blessings or curse of the Plutys and Janira. May they guide you on your journey and help you with your tasks.”

[p=left]You have gained the Blessing of Janira. You have gained the Curse of Plutys.[/p]

‘Uh oh.’

The Blessing of Janira[p=left]The Blessing of Janira, given to all NPCs after their ‘Choosing Day’ ceremony at the age of 20.

During the night, all stats are increased by 30%, the same amount monsters usually get. However all exp bonuses you may get are reduced to the normal amount.

All skills gain 10% more experience at night.

You can see better in the dark, as long as there is even a tiny bit of light.

Blessings are half effective but healing spells heal more Health.[/p]

The Curse of Plutys[p=left]One way or another you have gained the enmity of the God of Death. Bad luck…

All stats are halved unless Health is below 30%.

Curses are twice as effective. They are also twice as hard to remove.

When you die a close relative or friend will have the option to sacrifice their life for yours. You will gain a blessing based on the person sacrificed. This blessing will be permanent.[/p]

The Curse of Plutys was probably the worse thing Michael could have gotten. He didn’t want anyone to die for him yet he doubted he would have the chance to convince them not to. He was rational enough to understand that his parents would do so in a heartbeat. And his teachers...were crazy enough to go through with it. Michael didn’t know the meaning of being the ‘eternal opposite’ of the Death God, but he now knew the depth of the problem and that it was much worse than any other possible curse.

“I-I...I accept this.”

Michael’s words ended the ceremony. There were no other possible words since the Blessings and Curse were already given to him but he almost couldn’t say it. The Bishop did not notice his distress but his parents and teachers did. They frowned at his expression and pale features. Michael decided not to tell them about the Curse. It was on a whim but he didn’t want to know right away which of them would sacrifice themselves.

“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you, Michael! High Champion of the Lady of the Land and member of the Historical Society!”

All of that will later be recorded and stored in the Church’s archives but Michael couldn’t care less.

Once Michael and his teachers had exited the Church with the ‘Historical Society’ representative in tow, the congratulations and goodbyes started. No one commented on what Blessing or Curse he may of gotten but the question was definitely in their eyes. They all said their goodbyes only and his father told him the words for the 'Call Orb', then they left Michael one by one. In the end Michael faced his new guild member.

“First we need to finalize everything. Michael will you join my guild?”

A screen appeared in the corner of his vision but he already said “Yes” before he noticed it.

“Alright. Well our main guild house is in the city of ‘Carihaven’ so you should visit there and meet the ‘Guildmaster’ when you get the chance. Every city has a representative you can get commissions from and with the introduction of ‘Quests’ the system proceeds much smoother. We can track your progress using ‘Quests’ and you can do the same. If you have any problems just give one of us a call. Oh yes, here's a medallion of the Guild. It's just for show but its been the tradition for the last few years. Now if you will excuse me I have a few more 'Choosing Day' ceremonies to go to.”

Michael nodded and walked away from the Church. He was still pretty unwilling to believe his misfortune but he decided to train outside of the town. He level was incredibly low for his stats and he wanted to see how he would do.

All of a sudden the sky turned Golden. It was almost as bright as the one that surrounded Michael earlier. A clear female voice rang out across the land.

“They have come.”

Then strangers appeared in the center of the cities.

Time Skip chapter here.

Time to meet some strangers!

Or just start the journey!

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This...came out better than I imagined. When I was writing various parts I thought I was writing nonsense since my fingers typed faster than my mind could form words. The end result was pretty nice though...

So how do people feel about his class. No absolute new class skills. The 'High Champion's Combat Mastery' is not a new skill but just a combination of the old. The other skills are stat skills that were locked until he got a class.

And we can now introduce players! YAY!!! [th_084_.gif] Let the chaos start.

I still take suggestions or tips or typo/grammar reports. Just comment and I'll read.

Liera does not get a 'Choosing Day'. She is born with the class and she doesn't need to be introduced to the Churches since she follows the 'Lady of the Land'. Guilds are also unimportant to the Fey.

Anyone want some specific type of Player to start appearing? Villains or friends. I can think of some scenarios for them.

Damien failed being a Knight. He had 0 honor. So he became a bandit! Surprised? I thought not.

Well...yea...hope you enjoyed it.