On the Shores of Awakening
You groan and pick yourself up off the sand, pushing down on the wet clumps with your powerful, muscular...
...clawed hands...?
Wait.
That can't be right, can it?
You were, not to sugarcoat it, way the hell out of shape. A sedentary, low-paying job like dronelivery service for a Tote-Em-Snax will do that to you, especially when most of your diet needs to be the shit from the heat lamp display and slush dispensers that the konbini would otherwise throw out. You were fat; your roommate Jules got lean from getting around on a bike. Self-deprecating jokes about how "round is a shape" aside, even through the brainfogging, hangover-like fatigue you feel right now, you absolutely should not be as strong as you feel; you bring a hand to a belly you could grate cheese off of and can feel core strength you didn't even have during a misspent youth on a basketball court.
You rock back to kneeling, then hoist yourself up, shaking sand out of long red hair you think you shouldn't have and furry red tails you're sure you shouldn't have and look up, shielding yourself from the too-bright rays of the sun. You glance left and regret it, white reflecting off of endless rolling glass-green waves. You smell sea-salt and grasses and coconut and palm, hear the skittering of crabs.
And you snap to. This isn't Earth; this isn't even IRL. This is a place in Mundus, in Another World Online. You must have fallen asleep with your 'Helm on after the DLC release party with DC/AC, and the haptics went a little nuts.
You are - you're playing as - Deedee Yeowoo, a Vulpecian Cleric.
(And yes, your friends gave you shit for a dude going straight for the 6-foot plus shredded foxgirl, but given that the options were two furry species, one scaly one, the flying potatoes, the elementals and boring old humans you're not terribly ashamed of embracing the AWO(o) spirit and going full gumiho.)
You bring up your own character sheet - which you can still do, apparently - and frown. You shouldn't be first level.
Your equipment loadout and starting god are correct -
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Vote for one in each category. You will always be primarily a healer and support; this determines secondary focus.
Equipment:
[ ] Twin claws, prayer beads, and a monk's robes. (frontline DPS focus for a highly mobile glass cannon build.)
[ ] A glaive, breastplate and chain skirt over a tabard. (backline aggro management, good at counterattack tanking.)
[ ] A sword and shield with heavy infantry plate. (frontline offtank, with high survivability and many disable tools.)
[ ] A staff, an aegis talisman, and full clerical robes. (backline magic burst, emphasizing buffs and crowd control.)
You'll also get camping equipment, some rations, and a few consumable healing items.
God:
[] Io, the Worldsculptor, God of Space. (Stasis spells, haste and slow, teleportation. Teaches masonry and architecture. Grants a perfect sense of direction.)
[] Gnomon, Who Knows All That Is Written, God of Memory. (Metamagic, divination and prognostication. Teaches random smatterings of Deep Lore. Grants a photographic memory.)
[] Mutan, the Shifting Dreamer, Deity of the Night. (Sleep, illusions, and inspirations. Teaches acting, costuming and drama. Guarantees restful, dreaming, sleep.)
[] Flamma, the Black Cat of the Cauldron, Goddess of Fire. (Passion, madness, carousing, and flame. Teaches alchemy and brewing. Grants insight into others' motives.)
[] Thorne, Fae Warden of the Wylds, Deity of Wood. (Woodcraft, animal friendship, archery. Teaches hunting, gathering and cooking. Helps you find food in the wilderness.)
[] Sylphan, The Trickster-Fox, God of the Winds. (Wind, travel, luck and wits. Teaches overland travel tips and etiquette. Makes you disarmingly charming.)
In addition to the grab bags of powers, your clerical religion naturally also has major story implications.
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...And your stats are correct for first level - max Vigor, max Spirit, dumpstered Resolve because you didn't need the extra HP - but you and your friends in Dungeon Crawling And Chill were a raiding guild, this can't be right.
You try to log out so you can send a support ticket.
Emphasis on try.
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(Well, I'll never learn how to do quests if I don't try, and this has been in the planning stages long enough, so.
Later chapters may contain blatant FF14 references discussions of homophobia and transphobia (internalized or otherwise), the culture war in gaming/reprehensible fashy villains, poverty, sex and romance, and the violence inherent in a game where you murder dragons as part of the premise. I'll expand these content warnings if needed.
And yes, Deedee is a tremendous egg.)