You almost fall to your knees as suddenly the sensation of motion-notmotion stops and the blackness clears from around you. You blink and look around, finding yourself in what looks to be a small box canyon. A thin mist covers the ground up to about the height of your knees, and looking up you see that the canyon walls rise at least thirty feet into the air. The light from above is dim but enough for you to make out that you are not alone here. About ten feet in front of you, there is an old man sitting on a rock, head resting on one palm while his other hand holds a gnarled wooden staff. When he sees that you have noticed him, he speaks up.
"Ah, so good of you to arrive at last, Chosen. You certainly took your time. The others are already out frolicking in the Realms or whatever it is their Patrons have set them up to do." He grunts in disgust and continues, "Now then, you are lucky. Your Patron decided not to just throw you to the gnawbeasts from the start and contracted me to give you a boon and some guidance. No, now is not the time for speaking!" He snaps at you as you open your mouth to ask a question.
"You are here now and I am going to do what I was contracted to do as quickly as I can so that I can go about my business. You have absolutely no idea how long I have been waiting for you and it would cause you to ask too many questions if I told you, so just shut up. Now then, first things first: You are in the Realms now. Wherever it was that you came from, and I do not want to know, you can never go back. Best to accept that here and now, save yourself a lot of grief that way."
You dismiss that as more overly-dramatic game narration, but the man isn't finished speaking. "You are currently a level 1 Commoner with no Skills whatsoever. If I were to let you leave, you would be dead inside of an hour. You are Chosen, however, and you would be resurrected here in this canyon. Lucky you. Luckier still that you will not be leaving as a level 1 Commoner with no Skills. You'll still be a Commoner, but for whatever reason your Patron decided to give you a helping hand at the start. It feels like coddling to me, but I don't call the shots. Whatever." He waved his hand and grumbled, "Pick your poison. And be quick about it!" A prompt, like in the character creation room, appeared in front of you.
Congratulations! You have been given a small degree of power by your Patron. Choose from the following options: mage, warrior, spy, hunter, adventurer, priest. You have 30 seconds to choose; if this time elapses, one option will be picked randomly.
Ah, so this is how you pick your class in the game. Not many to choose from, but again, this is just an alpha, they'll keep adding more as they go along.
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