Mohoti

What would a man from a world of Immortals, Mythical Beasts and Mystical abilities do when his memories resurface in a mundane world? 
Weighed by the morals and rules of the said world they fall into utter boredom that leads them to a path of solace.
Sam chose the Solace of Games and by luck a game that mirroed reality came to be.
But before the Game could even start a plethora of reasons made him play with intense vigor.
For the World Of Vestia was waiting for his Epics to be sang.

[A/N: Author here, your Golden Tickets and Power stones are much appreciated. I'll try to make your contributions more worthwhile.]

The Epics Of Vestia

Valmus stood before Seven large Statues.

A Valiant Man with a sword in his hand, his face was veiled but his large muscular build was on full display, he wore a simple set of armor, a blend of leather and iron.

Next to the man, another male stood, he was adorned in full metal armor that covered him from head to toe, on his left hand was a shield and on his right a sword, he stood tall and strong like a bastion that could weather out any storm, for that was a Knights duty.

Next to the Knight was yet another man, this one adorned in a mix of leather and cloth armor, the man had a bow in one hand and an arrow in another, behind his was a towering beast who's race could not be discerned but its presence was unadulterated, for this was a hunter and hunters always have a bond.

Chapter 126: Class Halls IV