The world fades to black before you can even draw your last breath.
Silence replaces pain. The weight of your body is gone, the world around you nothing but a pale gray expanse—soft and endless, like a fog that refuses to lift.A voice breaks through the stillness, warm yet vast enough to echo inside your skull.
Another soul untethered… welcome, wanderer.You turn toward the sound. A woman stands there—or something shaped like one. Her hair drifts upward like threads of starlight, her eyes liquid silver. Her presence hums with impossible gravity, each word pulling at your soul.You have died, she says, her tone neither cruel nor kind. But I am not finished with you yet. Beyond this place lies another world. A world that hungers for those who can wield the impossible.A golden wheel appears beside her, etched with countless glowing symbols—blades, beasts, storms, and stranger shapes that twist beyond comprehension. With a flick of her wrist, the wheel spins, blurring into light.You will be granted a unique power from the inifite options on this wheel. It will help you stand above the natives of this world to compensate for your lack of experiencein it. When the wheel slows, you see where it stops:
a single, black sigil pulsing like a heartbeat.The goddess tilts her head. Oh my… an uncommon result. Her lips curve into an amused smile. Tentacle Monster Powers. Fate has a sense of humor.A chill races down your spine as something stirs beneath your shoulder blades. The air grows heavy, your skin stretching, reshaping. A slick, black appendage unfurls from your back—eight feet long, supple yet unnervingly strong, as thick as your thumb. It curls in the air like a serpent testing its new freedom.An interesting gift, the goddess muses. A single tendril of shadow, bound to your will. It will grow as you do. Shape it, train it, and it will become what you desire most—or what you fear.She raises a hand. The fog shatters and the goddess disappears. Light erupts beneath you. Stone streets replace the void, and the air is filled with noise—voices, merchants, the clang of steel. You stand near a tall spired building marked with the sigil of crossed swords and parchment: the Adventurer Guild.Then, without warning, glowing text flickers into your vision. A message, clear as thought.Welcome, new arrival. Your innate power has awakened.
Select an evolution path for your tentacle ability.The options ripple into view:1. Divine Path — celestial refinement, balance, and control. Gain one additional tentacle, a moderate length increase, and a minor thickness increase upon selection. 2. Demonic Path — chaotic power, aggression, corruption. Gain one additional tentacle, a minor length increase, and a moderate thickness increase upon selection. 3. Beastial Path — primal instinct, physical dominance, resilience. Gain no additional tentacle, but a significant length and thickness increase upon selection. 4. Ethereal Path — mystical detachment, agility, and spectral influence. Gain one additional tentacle, significant length increase, and no thickness increase upon selection. The menu flickers faintly at the edges of your vision, waiting. The street sounds blur, the world slowing as if reality itself is holding its breath.__________________| Level: 1 |
| Progress: 0% |
| Tentacles: 1 |
| Length: 8ft |
| Thickness: 1in |
| Path: None |