117 - What its like in Skyrealm.
Now that you've seen the disaster of a realm father made it's time to introduce you to the complete reverse. At least in looks.
Just like before I'll show not tell.
'Welcome to Skyrealm. The Nine continents of Angels. Where I say it's a total cheat to be in compared to Mondo.'
Well, what do I know. I'm just a tree anyway.
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Compared to the last time Erizos was here Skyrealm was vastly different. The sky was as silver as before but this time there were several moving balls of energy floating here and there. Silver trees with red leaves grew out of the lands in abundance and equally silver grasses with some different colored flowers here and there adorned the terrain.
The ever-flowing magma falls spilled into the green sea beneath releasing a cloud of steam at the point of contact.
Several winged folks both human looking, feline, or just bizarre could be seen either flying about or just there. True to his word Erizos had not created barbie angels. At least not at first and not totally.
The place was beautiful, a paradise compared to Mondo yet it wasn't without its hassles.
Standing on two weak feet like a newborn baby that was learning its first steps was a female being. If not for the long white feathered wings sprouting out of her shoulder blades that stretched at least 8ft in length totally white eyes on both joints of the muscular appendage, the ashen almost unseen horns that grew out of her skull on both sides, and the long white hair that descended between them to her hips concealing a row of metal spines that poked out of skin from the point where the wings were to the hip bone like a dragon's back, then she'd be human.
A look at her would make one wonder what happened to the idea of no barbie angels. After all, the angel was as beautiful as a demon would be ugly. Standing naked atop the mountain of the ninth continent her set of silver eyes moved about marveling at her birthplace.
Yet before she took a step a silver light shot out of her head and expanded into an ancient silver scroll with gold rods and a white ribbon tied on it. Her eyes snapping to it could barely understand a few things there even as each word kept being written out in a golden glow.
But regardless she need not have bothered with that incapability. A pain that was fresh and shocking hit her right in the brain. It went through her mind like a shock making her palms clench and unclench to bear it, neatly manicured nails biting into her palms as she winced from the pain.
By the time her mind had calmed and focus returned to the scroll the entire set of words was already complete so she read, then frowned and nodded and sighed. Displaying several emotions she lacked just a minute or was it a second ago.
≈ BERUSIS SCROLL ≈
✓SCANNING INDIVIDUAL ✓
✓UPDATING SCROLL ✓
✓UPLOADING BASIC KNOWLEDGE✓
✓UPLOADING BASIC AAVARI LANGUAGE✓
✓ADJUSTMENT COMPLETE. ✓
✓WELCOME TO AAVIANDUR (1)✓
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✓NAME - ?????✓
✓AGE - 0d✓
✓SEX - FEMALE✓
✓HEIGHT - 5FT 7INCHES✓
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✓RACE - ANGEL ✓
✓SPECIES - WHITE-WINGED MAGMA MORIACHI ✓
✓TITLES - NONE✓
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✓SOULPOWER - 0/150✓
✓SCROLLS - PERCHER - O/10✓
✓LAYER - DORMANT✓
✓CLASS - NONE✓
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≈ ATTRIBUTES ≈
✓MIND - 18✓
✓STRENGTH - 13✓
✓STAMINA - 13✓
✓SPEED - 20✓
✓CON - 17✓
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≈ SKILLS ≈
✓NONE✓
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Astounded by the remarks that were obvious within her scroll she paused for a bit wondering what or who was behind this ancient piece. Unable to comprehend much with only the basic information in her head she looked back to the scroll.
It gleamed with a subtle light almost like it was mocking her attempts to unravel its secrets but was merely expanding as the words on it increased with each space unrolled too offering a lengthier meaning to each word.
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✓RACE - ANGEL✓ - A redesign of the more common trope. A new race born into the realm of Aaviandur. I honestly see nothing new though.
✓SPECIES - WHITE-WINGED MAGMA MORIACHI ✓ - A species of the angel race that deviates from the regular light users or Starfire wielders instead wielding the very magma it was born off. Wondrous eh.
✓TITLES - NONE✓ - Already met one reader, now another. What's this, book convention?
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✓SOUL POWER - 0/150✓ - An essential energy coveted by all races but more so by the demons. Its uses range not just from the basic increase in strength but also the increase in scrolls.
✓SCROLLS - PERCHER - O/10✓ - Each layer of the scroll denotes the amount of power an angel wields. A percher only needs ten scrolls to obtain a new layer.
✓LAYER - DORMANT✓ - The Evolution of an angel to a higher state.
✓CLASS - NONE✓ - Beauty won't help you rise here.
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∞ATTRIBUTES∞
✓MIND - 10 ✓ - The extent of one's use of the mind. Ability to react, think, and process information.
✓STRENGTH - 6 ✓ - Capacity to act, attack. The stronger the better.
✓STAMINA - 6✓ - The stronger you are doesn't mean the more stamina you have. Rest up or die when unable to move.
✓AGILITY - 8✓ - The body's reaction prowess not just to external stimuli but also affects the mental reaction too.
✓CON - 18✓ - A combination of mind power and agility gives Concentration. Let's see how good you are.
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∞SKILLS∞
✓NONE✓
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Looking at everything she could only frown as she pondered what she was meant to do now. Unlike the demons that felt a sense of danger from their surroundings and instinctively thought of surviving, angels had it better.
So of course her first thought wasn't survival but learning and understanding both herself and the realm around her. Yet she didn't even make a step when her scroll gleamed again before descending even more.
Added to the end were three new rows. While the last two were empty the first had a row of text in basic Aavari and its words brought up a feeling in her that she didn't understand but made her frown nonetheless.
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∞NEW QUESTS∞
✓THE TOP ✓ - As the only female angel. Even worse the only magma MORIACHI I'm certain you'll sit still and let the men take over right, following their every whim. If not then you'd better work for it cause no man will be rolling over for you here.
Show your Worth and reach the first Layer.
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∞QUESTS ONGOING∞
✓NONE✓
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∞QUESTS COMPLETED∞
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She for some reason sensed the words were picked elaborately to get a rise out of her. While she was yet to understand why it should affect her and even how she knew that somehow she was going to undergo the quest.
The only issue was "How exactly does one rise in power here?".
She didn't realize it but her question was very important. Unlike Mondo, Aaviandur wasn't a realm of chaos and survival. But it still needed the angels in it to grow. So how did one annex the very soul power they needed in a world where survival wasn't as difficult as that of Mondo.
A voice that was mocking as well as eager for some reason spoke in her mind.
[Would you like to access the Monolith of Archangels?]
She blinked once then twice then again. Before she assumed that this voice must have been connected somehow to the still-hovering scroll. Making the decision she affirmed her desire with a mental yes. The scroll lit up and rolled close with impeccable speed. Like a ball, it slammed right into her head almost like it was annoyed at being kept hanging.
The next moment the air in front of her rippled as three doors appeared. One white, the other gold, and the last red. The first white door glowed brilliantly while the last two remained dull.
The door itself like it detected her presence swung open. Without a moment to let the poor angel process anything an otherworldly energy she couldn't process or feel wrapped her up like a present and tossed her in before the door slammed shut.
Inside the door, the angel picked herself up scowling at the mistreatment while unfurling her wings to stretch them out. It was only then that she realized she hadn't even had the chance to know what she looked like. Her eyes dropped to her body and for some reason, her naked body annoyed and disturbed her.
Her wings were a blinding white, too white to be precise. She wasn't sure but somehow she felt like there shouldn't be a white purer than her wings. The white eyes on them didn't seem affected either.
Somewhere in the multiverse, a mental voice snorted at her assumptions.
A voice spoke in fluent Aavari catching her attention. Her basic understanding of the language helped to decode the words and made her just as annoyed as earlier.
In not too formal wording the voice had said.
"Weird. You have bouncy chest. What are they?"
The male Aavianduran stood a few feet away from her his gaze enraptured by the mounds of flesh on her chest. His Adam's apple bobbed as he stared unable to look away while still pondering why he was unable to remove his eyes.
Then the voice returned and this time there was an obvious hint of suppressed laughter in its words.
[You may begin]
While its amusement at the situation irked her she still didn't dally. Looking at the big muscled male before her told her that if she wished to win then now was as good as any opportunity to cinch that victory.
Subconsciously the room had already ingrained its rules into their minds.
What rules? There was only one rule. And that was no forfeiting. Once in you had to fight, to the death. While she didn't understand why the voice wanted them to kill each other she didn't care for now as long as she wasn't the one dead. For some reason, the word frightened her.
With her resolve cemented in just a second after the voice had announced the start, she lunged forward killing intent surging to its peak as her chest bounced rapidly with each step she took closer to her opponent.