All Level, No Experience (Worm/Pathfinder Amnesia Quest)

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Very quickly, perhaps a second or two at most, you have a good few ideas on handling that business within the week. Your immediate instinct is of course to use magic to solve the location issue, only for you to realize not that you do not know any such spell to do so (though even a quick glance of thought to the matter proves that creating such a spell may be possible, perhaps working off the basis of a Find the Path derivative?), but instead that the problem runs deeper, in that you do not even know if you don't know such a spell, let alone whatever it is you would need to do in order to cast such a spell. With that foiling a few of your more immediate plans, you instead elect to search way for a nearby city.

As you begin to move away from the sight and towards where the intermittent sounds are coming from in hopes of finding it to be a hint of civilization (such that perhaps you might set up the humble yet classic sewer lair as a starting point and potential solution to your within the week issue (whatever it is), and having no better clues at this point, absentmindedly tucking away the vial and baton into their respective pocket sleeves, you allow yourself to move and act without excessive thought, in the hopes that perhaps simply doing by intuition will allow you some measure of results.

Soon enough, you are slinking amongst the shadows with a preturnatural familiarity and grace. You feel very confident that you are utterly hidden as you move, and after fifteen seconds of movement, you realize that you are about to make a sudden lunge both forwards and down, but allow the movement to go through without thinking on it. And then, it works, as without even the faintest sign of your passage you are now moving almost as if swimming through the dirt, though a few times you find yourself bumping into the roots of trees. Yet, not bumping into enough, you realize, pondering on this as you move, realizing that you can ever so faintly sense where the roots are as you move, in fact you can sense nearly everything the ground touches in quite the detail, to what you'd estimate is 100 and some extra feet out.

With that, you fully duck your head as well into the dirt for the remainder of the trip, thinking of holding your breath before realizing that all of this time you have not been breathing. Every so often for a few seconds you'd duck your head back our, as if a dolphin breaching the water, to view your surroundings, and quite soon you are seeing through the edge of a treeline at what is very clearly a road of very high quality. Large metal carriages bearing people at quite the appreciable speed occasionally swoosh by, revealing themselves to be the source of the occasional sounds of displaced air. Even at a glance, you realize you have near entirely figured out the general mechanisms it operates on, and could likely recreate one yourself if given the resources and time. Almost certainly improve the ruddy thing, too. On the opposite side of this road in the distance you can see a coastline.

You can also see large green signs with white text over said road at this point, facing in opposite directions. And you don't know the language they're written in, as it's not even one out of the eleven you do know. However, it isn't particularly long or difficult to reason out what these are- signposts denoting distance to two nearby cities along this road. Given that this is your first time encountering this language and the names of these cities would likely be proper nouns, you cannot make out what they are called themselves, only roughly that the one that you've seen more people going towards than going away from is the further of the two at what you'd say is perhaps 30 miles, and the other is the closer at 25 .

With that in mind, you fairly quickly decide which direction to go in.

[ ] [City] The further one that has more incoming travelers.
[ ] [City] The closer one that has fewer incoming travelers.

With that, you turn in that direction, and very deliberately let yourself move into a flow state, your lower left hand making some specific gestures while your mouth quietly mutters nonsense-

And seconds later it finishes, and you are now in a different location, the edge of your chosen city only about ten more minutes out on foot by your own guess. Quickly, you review your prodigious memory, and immediately recognize the spell as being Greater Teleport, and that you should be able to use it twice more before-

Before something, you aren't sure.

Regardless, with that, it isn't long before you quickly slip into the edges of the city and find exactly what you were looking for, a circle of metal in the ground that seems to be the universal sign of sewer entrance. While you find you can't swim through the metal, you are able to swim through the black road around it and under, soon dropping into a sewer- thankfully onto a walkway and not into sewage directly.

With that, you walk around for some time getting a look around, and yep. These are sewers, not particularly much to see, at least that you've found. You've not run into any pre-existing lairs yet, at least, which would have been significantly convenient. Then again, you haven't searched all of it, simply until you found a nice spot well out of the way of any visible access points or straight paths beneath. With that, you find yourself confident you are secure, at least for a time,

With that, you pause, and deliberately think, meditate even, on your own magic, the examples from earlier, and try to piece yourself together again, just a little.

It's all still too soon, too soon without the right triggers to get the whole idea, but you can get some details. You can pick up most of what you have prepared right now, the earlier twice more simply being how many more Greater Teleports you had left, and that your spellbook should be in your belongings, but attempting to manually and directly push your memory further too soon could risk serious repercussions. It has only been a couple of hours, since the last revelations, after all.

So, you stop, for now. Sadly, at no point along the way did you come across anything you deemed usable for the creation of even the least magic item. Well, except, you did see some shop of assorted wares for a few moments, that had gemstones and gold and jewelry and such, which if you stole could perhaps work with, if you only had the proper tools. Which you might, you aren't sure.

Well, what now?

[ ] [Plan] Write in.

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As you stood there in the sewers of the closer city, you decided that with a moment of more certain calm, you could take the time to properly get a look at everything you have on you, although first and immediately, one much larger matter. With well-ordered gibberish and hand gestures as fast as you are capable of making them, you immediately cast Mind Blank on yourself, feeling the protection wash over you, familiar like a favorite coat.

Next then, to take stock of all you have on you. With a few moments to spare to properly look, even before moving on to examine anything with magic you can figure quite the amount. Firstly, you bring out the vials from your lower sleeves' pockets and the baton from the upper right, and upon checking find a pair of what appear to be tattooing needles in your upper left sleeves, and also find a dagger hidden in your boot. It isn't long at all to recognize the vials, one that same thin pitch black and the other of a more honey-like sheen, as two fairly potent poisons, three vials of Black Lotus Extract and two of Terinav Root, in fact. For a moment you wonder at the disparity, until a very close look at the dagger, tilting it just so in your vision, reveals a faint sheen marking it as still having an applied dose of Terinav Root.

And what a dagger it is. A sleek, wicked, and vicious-looking thing with a curve that feels just right for slipping into the most lethal spots through nearly any gap in armor. It is, admittedly, small in your hands even for a dagger, but from what you saw of doorways in your quick slink to the sewers it is more likely that you yourself are simply quite large.

Putting the vials back away, you focus on the metal 'baton', now focused realizing it is no baton at all, but rather with a quick and subtle movement to activate it- nothing happens, as with another check you realize the power slot is empty, and it must be out of energy. That only dampens your enthusiasm slightly, however, as your Monowhip feels correct in your hands, as you know it is an exceptionally potent weapon.

With more time, you can now also see that the lone bracer on your upper left arm is in fact quite the technological creation, gently pressing around manages to find you all of its functions, only utilizing them for the splittest of seconds possible to use up only the minimal charge to confirm it's still working, as it too has an empty power slot. And oh, it has a good few features, though you feel like some of them had to be built in as a joke. Primarily it has a very well-sized section that flips up to reveal a screen that ought to allow it to function as a Prismatic Grade Chipfinder, though with no tracking chips within range, an audio/video Commset as well by that same screen, even capable of splitting the display to run the two side by side, though also capable of remaining audio-only on the commset side by simply closing the screen or turning that setting off, a surprisingly useful and efficient flashlight function at the wrist-facing end of it that didn't eat any charge but still required it to have some in order to function, and what you're most certain had to have been built in as a joke, a fire extinguisher, using some actually excruciatingly clever chemical and electrical reactions for the purpose of having a rechargeable fire extinguisher.

There is surprising yourself, and then there's shit like this.

Still, before casting your only prepared Arcane Sight, since the pre-amnesia version of you must not have anticipated requiring Detect Magic today, you look through all you have before doing so. The backpack before your remaining pockets reveals itself to have a surprising amount of what seems to be camping equipment, but no tent, a spyglass, a foot-long iron bar with a lot of odd plates and such, a crowbar, a decanter, a small 2 by 3-inch flag and banner supported by an equally small wooden dowel, a change of clothes in the form of what look like a blacksmith's workclothes (if in your size and shape), what must be your Spellbook with an inbuilt lock on it (though a total lack of any key), a foldable and unfoldable ten-foot pole that feels humorously obvious in an odd way, two and a half full pounds of what you recognize as ruby dust totaling to around 50,000 GP in value (and not diamond which would have been much more helpful quite frankly), and five extremely carefully bound sets of ten golden scrolls each, though a quick and instinctively reverent glance at these makes it appear that one set simply has absolutely no text on it whatsoever. Further, there are five Black Sapphires that you'd suspect to be worth about 30,000 GP each,

Lastly, in a pocket of the dark blue explorer's outfit you are wearing beneath what you've identified as Silken Ceremonial Armor, you find a small piece of folded black cloth.

Then, you cast Arcane Sight, and immediately put the backpack down and step a solid few feet away with the cloth you can now identify as a portable hole, knowing that it and the Handy Haversack you identify your bag as are absolutely not at all to be mixed, ever.

Still, you lay down the portable hole, noticing a faint humming sound as you begin to unfold it, as looking into it-

That is a Graviton Reactor. You are, or were at least, the kind of person to just casually carry around a gods be damned Graviton Reactor in your pocket. The reactor is in the dead center of the portable hole, secured to its relative place by no less than 16 Immovable Rods, such that you could open this hole on the ceiling and it wouldn't fall out. Simply tied to another four Immovable Rods is the clearly inactive frame to an exceptionally well made robot- however even at a glance it's clear that while it is physically impeccable, there would be no guiding intelligence to it even if you powered it up, closer to a statue than anything else at the moment, and you personally have no clue how to create an intelligence that could inhabit it. Hopping into the hole for a moment to look inside a small wooden crate, tied to another four Immovable Rods and openable from seemingly any side by its series of hinges and slide, reveals three fifty-foot long power cables, an active signal booster with a power receiver plugged into it's power slot, and three more unused power receivers.

Seeing no reason to delay, you quickly sync up the power receivers with the Graviton Reactor and place them into your bracer and monowhip, the bracer's screen showing available power quickly spiking to maximum, and testing the monowhip showing it activating again as the small weight drops, revealing the long mithral monofilament, ready to be put to devastating use.

As well, it reveals both to be enchanted as well, the bracers an improved variation on a Fate-Woven Braid of the Norns, the monowhip being in totality a +1 Agile Impervious Mithral Resizing Monowhip. A look at the dagger again showed it to be a far more thoroughly enchanted +2 Adamantine Agile Axiomatic Impervious Returning Ricochet Assassin's Dagger. The needles were Needles of Fleshgraving.

Your boots are Boots of Vaulting, your cloak functions as both Wings of Flying and Muleback Cords at once, taking off your glasses reveals them to be enchanted as Greater Sniper's Goggles (explaining the crosshair designs), and your armor is perhaps your single most enchanted piece of gear as +5 Advancing Burdenless Comfort Ghost Touch Impervious Greater Shadow Greater Slick Silken Ceremonial Armor, which was an absolute mouthful, especially when combined with all the rest, so for now you resolved to simply refer to them all as 'Enchanted' and be done with the wordy mess unless necessary.

A second check of the backpack once you were out and had put away the portable hole, finding that folding it up and putting it into your pocket didn't disrupt the signal between the reactor and power receivers (which was probably why you had used it in the first place, as well as the overall size of the damn thing), had revealed not too much else to be enchanted. The decanter was a decanter of endless water, the iron bar to be a Traveler's Any-Tools, and the small flag to be a particularly useful combination of an Expedition Pavillion and a Commander's Tent.

With that, you were able to quickly set it down in your nook of the sewers, and while you had forgotten what the proper command word for it was, you were more than capable of simply saying something you believed it should be, and it complied, expanding out in a single moment to become a large 10x10 foot tent, though stepping inside revealed it to be 30x30 on the inside, and after a small vestibule was the well-lit central area, containing a central table as well as several chairs and cushions, and three small "bedrooms" separated by curtains along the back wall. The central table held a blank map, what you were looking for, where with another improvised command it word soon showed an aerial view of the surrounding mile, which you nigh-instantly memorized.

Sadly, given that it was an aerial view, you'd have to acquaint yourself with the sewers manually, and given it was only a mile in distance and this was a larger city, you'd still need to travel the surface yourself as well, as that map function only worked once a week.

Regardless, you soon enough got to work, finding your exceptional intellect capable of memorization to the point that you simply did not need a physical map. Given the time passing, you stopped exploring the rather uninteresting sewers in order to try and get as much of your surface examining done as you could before sun-up, taking special note to try and piece together as much of the language as you could- which for a few hours of sneaking about after clambering up onto a rooftop was a surprising amount. Not enough to learn the language to full fluency, for that you'd need about 32 hours of relatively active study, but enough to pick up on what were names and not and such. Still, you paused to quickly cast Comprehend Languages to double-check your understanding.

You had gotten some details wrong, but with practice it would go away. Funnily enough, while you had been keeping an eye and ear out for sources of lead, you had overheard one man complaining that there was lead in the tap water, and while he may have probably been lying to justify the sheer amount of alcohol he had reeked of even from a distance (the minor woes of having exceptional senses, you supposed) his companion had hit him upside the head and said the only place there was lead in the water was "Prob'ly in the boat graveyard or somethin'".

It was a place that came up a few times as a location mentioned with regularity, alongside a few other points of interest, a few territories of what sounded like gangs going by the names E88, Empire, New Wave, PRT, Protectorate, Merchants, and ABB, and one man named 'Lung', though you were fairly sure that E88 and Empire were the same, this Lung was probably the leader of ABB, PRT and Protectorate appeared to be close allies if not separate branches of the same thing, and how by the subtle difference in how New Wave and Protectorate 'patrolled' compared to the others, they might have the most official backing.

Overall, the city seemed in a very sorry state even for their level of technology. You'd certainly improve things once you ruled.

However, that was all the information you could gather before sunrise began peeking up, so you found yourself quickly ducking back into the sewers to complete your rounds. It was around five hours later that you were confident you had mentally mapped out the entirety of the sewers, returning to the same nook you had found before.

Well then, that was productive.

What now, then?

[ ] Write in.

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AN: I don't know why but when I preview it it's including the previous votes for no reason I can find. If I can figure out how to edit that part out, I will Nevermind, all good. Anyhow, this one took a while and was a doozy, because you've all looked into the absolute amount that you happened to be carrying. So yeah, best of luck with that, and I hope it raises more questions than it answers, and take that however you will. I'll probably leave this vote open longer than the last one since it'll no longer be the weekend and I'll have like, actual stuff to do during the day tomorrow. Until then, and I hope y'all are still enjoying! Also, I really hope the spoilers don't bloat the actual wordcount. They don't, thank goodness. It's a solid few thousand words in there with the item descriptions.

Can you tell this character is perhaps a mild touch item focused?