“Prove my worth, huh? That might be tricky as is” Sin’Albin laughed. Sin’Albin was a pale elf, with pointed ears, and short, spiked white hair. He stood at 5 ft 11 and was far more muscular than the average elf. He wore a striped bight green and orange onesie, and had chains on each of his limbs.

  “Well I think I might need some help before I can ‘prove my worth’” Sin’Albin said with laughter in his eyes. No sooner than he said this, yet another screen appeared in front of him

  “Huh ok, how do I get these chains off me?” Sin’Albin said

  “WHAT?!?!” Sin’Albin yelled into the nothingness “That’s a load of bullfrog”

  After about a minute of incessant screaming, he finally calmed down enough to ask his second question

  “Ok fine, can you at least tell me how Classes and Levels work? I still don’t fully understand”

  “Huh… well I guess I’ll be stuck with the criminal class for a while then.” Sin’Albin thought aloud

  Having calmed down from his fit over the first question, Sin’Albin thought deeply about his third question before finally deciding on what to ask

  “What are affinities and why do they matter?”

  “Huh, well I think that Criminal covers my dark and blood affinities pretty well but I don’t know how I could find a class that covers both my dark and light affinity, maybe I could get a class specifically for my light affinity?” Sin’Albin pondered aloud, trying to understand how he could become the strongest person in Alfheimr, home of the elves.

  At the same time the message appeared, the chains restricting Sin’Albin’s movement disappeared. They were replaced with leather armor and two daggers. One of the daggers had a blade the length of his forearm, while the other had a blade with a length about the same as his hand.

  “Nope,” Sin’Albin said smiling as he began to stretch “I don’t know where you got such a great replica of my original armaments but I like it”

  A squirrel the size of a toddler appeared in front of Sin’Albin. They both froze for a second before the squirrel pounced at Sin’Albin in a flurry of claw attacks. Sin’Albin merely sidestepped the pounce and stabbed with his long dagger, hitting the squirrel in the heart and killing it immediately. After it died the squirrel disappeared into white motes of light that slowly floated upwards.

  “Well that was easy, I wonder what’s next?”

  Ten seconds later a second notification appeared

  Another squirrel the same size as the first appeared. The only difference between this one and the last one was the white streaks in its fur. The squirrel used the same tactic as the first as well and pounced straight at Sin’Albin. Sin’Albin performed another sidestep and stab, only to watch as the squirrel somehow jumped in midair and changed direction to land a scratch on his arm. “Huh… well this could get interesting”

  He said as he threw his smaller dagger just as the squirrel landed behind him, managing to land a fatal blow with the throw. “Well this could get tricky” Sin’Albin said as he grabbed his thrown dagger and prepared himself for round 3 “but I can’t afford to not put on a good showing for the Gods.”

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  Lucipher looked at the screens showing the Alfheimr candidates in thoughtful contemplation, an expression that was unusual for his character

  “Having a hard time choosing between the two, huh?” Jarvos, God of Fire said.

  “Huh?” Lucipher said, “Oh no, I was merely thinking of the poor halfling last round, if he had been a rogue type instead of a mage I might’ve picked him.”

  Archimedes snorted “That halfling will never amount to anything, mark my words, I for one am glad that none of you made a poor decision to choose him.”

  Jarvos shrugged and said “We will see how right or wrong you are in the future, however I do wonder which of the two candidates you will choose, both of them have high rogue potential.”

  Lucipher let out a little laugh and said “look at the boy’s affinities, I might take some long odds, but dual opposing affinities is nearly impossible to get right, I know of few gods who’ve made it to that level without some synergy between each of their affinities.”

  “Huh,” Jarvos said “I hadn’t noticed that, I guess he might not be able to grow, certainly not at the rate we need them too. It’s the same as that timid halfling, they might grow but we need them to grow moderately fast as well. That would be long odds indeed”

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  On the outskirts of the Pantheon’s 7 worlds lay an unassuming coffin surrounded by 6 mummified corpses. The coffin lid slowly opened to reveal a man with spectacularly average features. He had slightly pointed ears, canines that were slightly more pointed than the average human, and had what almost looked like a mane of pure black hair.

  He wore leather armor that was dyed a dark grey, and on his breastplate was the symbol of an owl. After a few seconds his eyes opened, revealing eyes that were a solid silver, and he let out a loud gasp, clutching his chest. After a few deep breaths, the man sat up so fast that it appeared he teleported into a seated position.

  With a rush of wind the man appeared in front of each of the corpse, saying a few words in a dry, cracked voice, as if the man hadn’t spoken for several years. After whispering to the last corpse he stood up, wiping tears from his eyes and said “The Gods will pay for those Accords”. The man then closed his eyes to access the system, and begin his search for those who were truly worthy.