You feel your stomach flip and the world flares to white in response to your selection.
An instant later you're standing knee deep in freezing white powder, shivering, and praying for the waves of nausea to subside. You're not dressed in much-- beginners rags made of some some coarse, undyed fabric. You have a small leather pack slung over your shoulder, and judging by its weight there must be something inside. There's a bladder of water hanging off one of the straps, though you aren't sure it will remain water for long in this temperature. and you take a moment to inspect the bag's contents:
A coil of rope.
Flint, steel, and tinder.
4 servings of preserved rations.
Disappointingly little, but you suppose you're thankful for what you have. The wind picks up, buffeting your muscular physique, making you step to keep your balance. They could've given you gloves, or a cloak, or a coat.
Or you could've started somewhere warm.
You can't help but feel like this isn't a choice you would have made before, but soon your mind struggles to coalesce the idea of 'before' into anything more than a vague idea that there was more, and it should be important to you.
--Trait Gained From Difficult Starting Location!--
--Skill Gained From Difficult Starting Location!--
--Exp Gained From Difficult Starting Location!--
--Stat Synchronization Complete!--
You shake your head to clear the sense of forgetting; if it was important it would come to you with time, and right now your body aches with cold and your stomach gurgles, quietly voicing its need for sustenance. You spare a moment to take in your surroundings -- pine forest and mountains as far as you can see. Unfortunately The Temple of the Goddess is the only visible structure for what must be days of travel in any direction, if not more. You spit into the snow. You would have to be dying before you placed yourself within the same walls as those zealots-- no, maybe even dying was preferable. You didn't train as hard as you have, build so much strength just to prostrate yourself at that bitch's feet. (Willpower +10!)
You have enough supplies to start a fire, but if that one goes out or the fire consumes the tinder before the fuel catches, you could be hard-pressed to find more. If you sleep out here without some source of warmth, you won't wake up.
Player Status:
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Human Male Player
Health: 100/100
Willpower: 110/100
Strength: 13 (-2 from aching cold)
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 5
Agility: 3 (-2 from aching cold)
Libido: -2 (-2 from aching cold)
Exp: 20 (You have 2 stat points to allocate)
Skills:
Basic Survival -- You have knowledge of how to build basic structures and tools. You can start fires with flint, tinder, and fuel. You recognize basic survival needs.
Traits:
White Cap Mountain Knowledge -- From your life in the White Cap Mountain region, you have a rudimentary knowledge of the flora, fauna, and politics of the area.
Goddess Hatred -- Your hatred of the "Great" Kitsune Goddess fills you with defiant will; some believe defiance can catch the eyes of the gods/goddesses that reign over the land and bring down their wrath.
Independent -- Defiant(Tier 1) -- Attacks meant to sap your will or enslave you will have reduced effect.
Hardy -- Strong(Tier 1) -- Attacks meant to restrain you or knock you unconscious will have reduced effect.
Amnesia -- You have no recollection of your past, only a fuzzy feeling that there once was more.
Status:
Aching Cold -- Cold(Tier 2) -- A bone-deep cold saps your strength and makes your actions sluggish.
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