The white void slowly started to to shift and whirls of displaced air could be seen through it. As her vision returned to a semblance of normalcy Alanna realized that the she was enshrouded in fog. She could see the outline of trees and some smaller shrubbery. So, she had to assume she was in a forest. Her ears picked up the sounds of a child like laughter echoing around the fog. As disconcerting as the atmosphere surrounding her should have been, Alanna felt an odd sensation of peace. The fog around her cleared slightly and Alanna could see that she was standing on a game trail. She could see about 10 meters in all directions within 180 degrees of her position. Behind her the the fog roiled thick and as she reached out to it she felt a solid barrier. She turned around and began walking forward and after ten meters she could see out ten meters in all directions. It was quite an odd discovery. She called out a few times to her grandparents but she intuitively knew they were not around. This was not county Galway any longer. She felt something calling her onward and didn''t see a way back home. So, she decided to head down the game trail.
It took several minutes of travel before she finally found herself in a sunlit clearing with no signs of fog. The grass was the most perfect soft and green and several different colored Will-o''-the-wisp darted around. In the center of the field of grass sat a massive boulder that stood nearly as tall as she but was quite a bit bigger around. Surrounding the boulder were several large white mushrooms with red spots on their cap. She moved closer to the mushroom ring to inspect it but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She hesitantly crossed the ring knowing that most common wisdom said not to every cross into the ring, but she felt no harm would come to her. As she stepped through the boulder disappeared and in its place a wooden step grew up from the ground until it was at chest height. Then a giant rose bloomed and in the center it emitted a strange rectangle of fog. As she stared the fog shifted and she could see there were words forming.
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<td style="width: 32.3288%">Name: Alanna Hotaru </td>
<td style="width: 32.3288%">Race: Human?</td>
<td style="width: 32.3288%">Class: None</td>
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<td style="width: 32.3288%">Age: 18</td>
<td style="width: 32.3288%">Gender: Female</td>
<td style="width: 32.3288%">Anthropometrics: 176.8CM / 7 Stone</td>
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<td style="width: 32.3288%">STR: 8</td>
<td style="width: 32.3288%">DEX: 10</td>
<td style="width: 32.3288%">AGI: 12</td>
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<td style="width: 32.3288%">CON: 10</td>
<td style="width: 32.3288%">INT: 14</td>
<td style="width: 32.3288%">WIS: 12</td>
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<td style="width: 32.3288%">CHA: (20 - 5) - 15 *Debuffed *social conditioning*</td>
<td style="width: 32.3288%">Health: 100%</td>
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Mana:100%
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<td style="width: 32.3288%">Stamina: 100%</td>
<td style="width: 32.3288%">Level: 0</td>
<td style="width: 32.3288%">Experience: 0/100</td>
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Alanna stared at the fog like computer screen with pursed lips. "So, this seems familiar." She said. "It is like a role playing game character statistic." She looked around but the clearing she was in seemed unchanged. She shrugged I am guessing this is pretty average. Except what is with the question mark behind human and my charisma is debuffed? She frowned but had to agree. Her mental disability would certainly affect both how she saw herself and how the world viewed her. It would be difficult to overcome that. As far as being human well if she were somehow related to that Nuada then perhaps there was a part of her that was more? Her physical body was definitely human at least. She wasn''t overly strong nor was she all that fast. She felt she was a bit more intelligent than the average person, but really who did not believe that to be the case. She just had to shrug and accept the numerical representation of who she was. She tried to touch the fog screen to see if she could get more information about the individual categories but the screen momentarily dissipated wherever she touched. She frowned but saw no indication of what to do next so after failing to find a way to change the fog screen she simply left the mushroom ring. When she turned back around the flower pedestal was replaced by the massive boulder.
Alanna shook her head in bewildered amusement but the same feeling calling her onward caused her to turn back toward the forest and the path she could make out on the other side of the clearing. Without much additional thought she continued onward. The moment she stepped into the forest the fog closed in around her once again. She turned around but the clearing was gone. With nothing holding her back she walked the game trail until she came upon a frameless door in the center of the path. She tried to look behind the door but there was an invisible barrier preventing her from going around. So with no other choice she opened the door and stepped through.
As she passed through the entire scene changed and she found herself staring into a mirror. She reached up and touched her face in surprise as the person in the mirror was one she only saw in her memories. She was in the body of a little boy with light skin, a smattering of freckles across his face, auburn hair and bright blue eyes. She stared for but a moment at the boy in the mirror but noticed that he was all she could see in the reflection. There was just roiling fog surrounding him. Alanna turned around and found herself on a path in the forest but lining the path were hundreds of mirrors. She walked up to the next closest mirror and stared inside it. As she stared a memory of the person she had become flashed inside her mind. The poor child was being bullied at recess as he had one of his episodes during his last class. His mind had conjured up a memory of someone protesting the in a civil rights movement in a city that looked similar to what Alanna knew was Belfast. Alanna felt empathy for the child. She knew all to well what he was going through. Alanna took her time moving down the path and staring into every mirror. She had seen a few of these moments before and new all to well how this boy grew up and how he died in a battle far from the republic. She looked at every memory and after she had once again seen his death at the end of the path she knew she had found a piece of herself. As she turned around for one last look the mirrors all dissipated and the ground turned into a grassy and sunlight clearing. She turned to find a familiar boulder and mushroom ring. She entered the ring as the little boy and watched with anticipation as the fog screen formed.
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">Name: Branden Kirwan</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Race: Human?</td>
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Class: Soldier
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">Age: 24</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Gender: Male</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Anthropometrics: 182.9CM / 14.2 Stone</td>
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">STR: 16</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">DEX: 12</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">AGI: 12</td>
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">CON: 10</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">INT: 10 </td>
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WIS: 14A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">CHA: (20 -5) 25 *Debuffed *Social Conditioning*</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Health: 0%</td>
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Mana: 0%
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">Stamina: 0%</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Level: 5</td>
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Experience: 1600/3200
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Alanna stared blankly at the screen. There was a lot to unpack here. The most obvious of which was the fact that the death of this person left health, mana, and stamina pools depleted. She found this to be a bit dark. The human race was also in question as this person but if they were in fact the same soul it did make sense. The same debuffed charisma plagued poor Branden as well. She felt quite close to this incarnation for obvious reasons. He however seemed to have a class. She wondered why that would be the case. She supposed having determined a career may make it so but as there was no helpful information tabs she could only guess. His physical attributes were all higher than her own which she was both annoyed with, and found to be unsurprising based on his height, weight, and gender. "He was kind of dumb though." As soon as she had the thought she felt guilty. That was not really a fair statement. Firstly, if
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">Name: Aoibheann Ciardhubháin</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Race: Druid</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Class: Bandorai</td>
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">Age: 52</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Gender: Female</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Anthropometrics: 190 CM / 14.25 Stone</td>
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">STR: 18</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">DEX: 20</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">AGI: 20</td>
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">CON: 14</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">INT: 14</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">WIS: 20</td>
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">CHA: 20</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Health: 0%</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Mana: 0%</td>
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<td style="width: 33.3577%">Stamina 0%</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">Level: 10</td>
<td style="width: 33.3577%">51200/102400</td>
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