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Loss.. It would seem as though loss was all that followed Balthazar as of late. He had lost his fiancé, his daughter, and even his job. It had truly felt as though the world was against him for awhile now and naturally, such a thing would send the poor man spiraling. He had to get them back.. He had to get them back!!! While all else had fled from the mans mind, that one fact was the only thing that had stuck. But how?? How could he get his family back?? Magic. That was how. Much to his family's dismay, Balthazar had always found himself on the opposite side of the ideology when it came to such things. He had felt as though science was far more capable than mysticism that was likely to be false. His lifestyle up until now had proven that much. And yet?? He would ultimately default back to his families way of thinking. If there was anything that could change the world that he had been living in until now, it would have to be magic.
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With a seemingly fractured mind, Balthazar had thrown himself into the ancient texts that his family had been holding onto for centuries. Texts that had supposedly come from his ancestor, a pre-Socratic philosopher, Empedocles. These sacred tomes were said to hold primordial magics that could alter the world in many a way and as such, Balthazar had figured that there would be some way to bring back his family with this. With a cursed magic that one should never use... Having cast all sense of reason to the side, Balthazar had begun to perform the ritual and would attempt to revive his loved ones. It was in that moment that the light that crosses worlds would impact upon the Earth. All that Balthazar had seen was a flash of light.. and he was gone.
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Months and months had passed since the initial revitalization of this world. The world had been full of players ranging from lower levels to as high as thirty five and yet, for Balthazar, it had felt as though no time had passed at all. In fact, he wasn't even quite sure what was happening at the moment. One instant, he is at home and attempting to revive his family. And the next?? He finds himself quite far from home and in some arid wasteland. Heat had been bearing down upon the half naked man as he had sat there pondering what had just happened. How did he get here?? Where exactly was here?? Even as he had pondered such questions though, there was no answer. Instead, there was simply a holographic display window. One that had offered him but three choices.
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The System has offered you the choice of these three classes. Please reply with the name of the class you wish to play as.[break]
1. Mad Philosopher[break]
2. Warlock[break]
3. Occultist
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Completely out of it and figuring that this must have been some kind of dream, Balthazar would blink a couple of times. "Did I... black out or something?? I must have.. There isn't really any other explanation for what is happening. Still, I guess I should at least give the dang thing an answer. Uh..." Whilst every option there had sounded pretty damn nifty, he couldn't help but choose the one that sounded the most akin to his role in life at the moment. "Occultist?"
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Occultist Confirmed. Balthazar's Class has been fully loaded in.
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With the system having confirmed his class, a holographic loadout of his class and stats would appear before the man. Unbeknownst to him, only he was capable of seeing it. "I.. Damn, I must be tripping much harder than I anticipated. Maybe.. I've been overworking myself in hopes of bringing them back.." From the looks of things, his class had more or less been decent enough. He could unlock different areas of study over time and had seemingly had a brief increase in both his magic and willpower stats. That low vitality score though.. That was admittedly concerning. "I know that this is a dream or something but.. Can I see them again?? With this??" Hoping that he could see his family again, Balthazar would call forth a spirit.
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After asserting the effort to call forth his fiancé, Balthazar would watch as a spectral form would appear before his very eyes. Much to his dismay though, this wasn't someone that he had known, let alone his late fiancé. No, this was an individual that had been female in nature and was absolutely torn to shreds.. Even just looking at her had put Balthazar off a bit. "I.. You aren't who I wanted." The spirit didn't seem to care about that fact. Rather than fighting with the man that had called it forth, it had simply remained idle and stared at Balthazar, almost as though it were awaiting direction. Honestly, a large part of him had wished to tell the spirit to fuck off so that he could grieve over his family yet again. For some reason though.. That just didn't feel all that prevalent at the moment. In fact, this was the first time that he had felt this way since before the accident. It was almost as though there was this sense of calm about him..
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Trying not to think on it too much, the man would think back to what the class would allow him to do in this instance. From what he could see, this spirit should be able to assist him in combat and ascertaining who and what was in an area. A weird thing for a dream to incorporate but one that he would accept for the time being. "Fine.. Tell me what you know about this area, spirit." From that point on, the ghastly spirit would go on to inform Balthazar of the fact that this is an area known as the badlands. It was something known as a [HIGH-RISK] area and was even supposedly [PVP ENABLED]. All these gaming terms were things that the man could understand. What he couldn't understand was why he would dream of such a setting after months.