Chapitre 3: A Bit More Clarity.
'Uhh, What the hell? My body hurts all over…. What happened? All I remember is getting home late, finishing some novels and then heading to bed. After that, I had the strangest dream that I was reincarnated as a DeathClaw.....'
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*Swish*
I suddenly shot up. It was so fast that I swore I heard the wind swishing around me. I rose from my sleeping position as an assortment of memories came rushing through my mind. Recalling everything that had happened I looked down to see clawed fingers and gray skin.
'Hah? It was real? It was actually real? I thought that to myself as I looked at my palm. My hands were a pale, ash gray color.
'And these black claws? They look like they could cut steel. I can't believe this is actually happening. If what I read was correct, then currently, right now I'm Lv1.'
I'm probably already fairly strong, but I should find some way of testing myself…. And even if I turn out to be very weak right now, this body will definitely get much stronger in the future… But….. There's still a problem.'
Raising my hand and feeling the horns on my head.
'I can forget about going to any type of settlement in the foreseeable future. Hell, I'll probably be a target of just about every living thing that isn't afraid of me. If the Brotherhood finds out about me….. Well that would be bad.'
Following the thought, I abruptly felt my back appendage give an agitated flick.
'Hmm, I wonder.'
Cautiously, I reached toward the base of my tail and gave it an experimental tug.
'I can't believe it, I really have a tail... All of this just feels so surreal... Is this a dream?'
I immediately denied that possibility.
'I was never a lucid dreamer and I've never had such a cognate dream before, Not to mention, the pain I felt earlier was the real deal….. Hmm, Now that I think about it, the sharp stinging sensation of the air touching my skin still seems to be present, but it isn't as bad as before.'
*Growl*
'Damnit, This is actually happening, isn't it?'
Sighing, I rubbed my forehead.
'I've been reborn as a fuccing Deathclaw.... An actual Deathclaw from the Fallout series? I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, I'm destined to be a force of destruction. One has to think twice before messing with me. On the other hand, those that do decide to tangle with me are all going to be very confident in their ability to kill me. Is this equivalent exchange?'
*Growl*
'Am I even in any of the known Fallout titles? I could be in a random place at some random time period for all I know. Honestly, in the long run It probably doesn't even matter… How long do the events of each game even last? A few months, maybe 1 or 2 years at the most. Even then I only played Fallout 3, 4, and 76… Though I did play a smudge of Fallout NV... I hope it's New Vegas….. If I remember correctly then there's a huge Deathclaw den somewhere in the province. Maybe I could use that place as a sort of safe haven in the future….. But, I'd have to consider how they would treat nonpack members? Actually, I'd probably either be threatened to join their pack, driven off, or just outright killed… There is a small chance they wouldn't care about my presence.. I suppose it's better to assume the worst while hoping for the best. But that's still a ways away being that I was just born.
*Growl*
'What was that?'
I scanned my surroundings…. There was nothing around me.
*GROWL*
Then I peered down at my stomach.
'Now that I think about it….. I haven't eaten anything since I broke out of my egg. In fact, how much time has passed since my new mother found me?'
My thoughts were directed toward my new reptilian parent…. While I had a mother and a father in my past life we were by no means close. If anything at most they were acquaintances. We barely knew how to interact with each other. Constantly getting into small fights.
'My current mother seemed to have some type of parental love towards me if that look she gave me earlier was anything to go by. It's quite ironic really… Speaking of Mother, Where would she be right now? Doesn't she know it's dangerous to leave a Cute baby Deathclaw such as myself alone in the wastes? Mother should be in the nest with me… Right? While my father is hunting for food? Wait, Do I even have a father?'
*GROWL*
'Hungry! I'm really starving..... I just want to leave this place to find something to eat but that's just….. Idiotic. There's no telling what I may run into out there, and athough a baby Deathclaw is still considered dangerous, even a slightly competent person or creature could potentially kill me. Baby Deathclaws aren't all that fast after all.'
I released a sigh of exasperation as my stomach kept crying out in protest.
'But what can I do in the meantime?'
Suddenly an idea came to mind.
'Now that I think about it, I could try figuring out how the whole Status thing works….. I didn't get a very good look at it earlier but now that I finally have the chance I need to assess myself.'
'Take a deep breath and.'
'Status!'
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Nothing happened.
'Damn it!.'
'Status!'
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'I CALL UPON YOU! STATUS!'
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Concentration max!
'STATUS!'
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'Still nothing.'
'What the heck? Why isn't it working?..... Maybe it's a different phrase?
'Pause?'
Nothing.
'Stats?'
Nothing.
'Observe!'
'Still nothing'
'Damn I thought that would be it.
After a couple of minutes saying different words in my head I muttered(Thought) something that caused the black page to once again reappear before my eyes.
'Information Page.'
'Finally.'
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[Lucus(Old name)]/[?(New name)] Lv1
HP: 100/100
SP: 100/100
MP: 100/100
Race: Dremora/Deathclaw
Type: Molag Bal
Title: Baby Deathclaw
Location: FalloutVerse/Wasteland
Primary Job: N/A
Secondary Job: N/A
Skills: Scratch[1], Bite[1], Glare[1], Hiss[1],
Traits: Intimidation[1], Bloodthirst[1], Radiation Immunity[Max] High magic resistance[1], Strong hide[0], Mind Link[1].
State: Hatched/Premature.
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'Let's see Lucus Lv1, Hp, Sp, Mp. Mp as in magic? That's…. curious... Dremora Deathclaw? I don't think I remember there being a Deathclaw named that…. Does that mean I'm a unique variant? Dremora? Wait….Isn't that… That's from the Elder scrolls, right? No that can't be right….. I'm in fallout. That much is clearly obvious.'
I muttered as my eyes scanned down even further…..
'Type Molag b-.....'
'Molag Bal!? From the Elder scrolls universe!? Why is that? Wait… My gray skin….. My spine-like tail, My black claws. Did I…. Did I just reincarnate as Molag Bal from a DeathClaw egg!?'
'The Daedric Prince? Lord Of Domination? That Molag Bal!?'
My knees weakened as my heart rate picked up.
'No way.'
I felt my breath hitch for a moment..
'Why? For what reason could something like this happen? Did some omnippetent being place me here for their own amusement?'
'I'm not Molag Bal….. Right?
Suddenly, I came back to myself and shook my head in refusal.
I am definitely not Molag Bal.
The thought registered in my head and somehow My mind started to slowly relax. I took a moment to gather more of my thoughts before comforting myself.
'That isn't the case, I need to think rationally…. Babies such as myself aren't meant to be so mentally distressed.'
Various ideas and questions sprung forth in my head. The shock was still there but it wasn't as prevalent as before.
'I am not Molag Bal. and I don't think I'm a particularly evil person.'
*sigh*
*GROWL*
'Well I look similar to Molag Bal, but I am not literally the Prince Of Domination…. I only have a body that shares a heavy resemblance to him.' I'm not some evil demon god that wants to dominate every living thing and spread cruelty and suffering to all corners of the world.
Don't get me wrong, I don't believe I'm a saint by any stretch. I'm nothing like that. I don't know what the future may hold in store for me, I may even be forced to kill innocent people one day. But, I don't believe I'm someone that will find joy in the suffering of others.
If I had to consider my stand on morality I would probably be considered Chaotic neutral, Leaning very slightly towards evil. Though, I would consider myself a bit more selfish. If a stranger was held hostage depending on the situation. I would ignore them, but in other situations, I may try and help them. It all depends on my own skills and the current setting….. But…. If it was someone I knew and cared about, I would do almost anything to save them. That's why I called myself selfish. But isn't that kind of behavior considered pretty normal?
'I am not pure evil.'
With that thought in my head, I turned my sights back to my information page and began reading through it again.
'My current title is Baby Deathclaw which can explain itself. Location…. It seems my earlier guess was correct. I'm in the Fallout universe. Now let's see.'
'What are jobs? I have no idea. My Primary Job and Secondary Job are both blank…. My skills are Scratch, Bite, Glare and Hiss. All level 1…. I seem to be very weak but that's normal I guess since I was kind of just born.'
Next are my Traits… So these are racial abilities that I was born with?'
Intimidation[1], Bloodthirst[1], Radiation Immunity[Max] and High Magic resistance[1].
Obviously, I'd say Radiation Immunity is there because I'm a Deathclaw…. But I'm not sure about Bloodthirst and Intimidation… They could be there due to my Deathclaw ancestry but they may also be there because of the whole Molag Bal thing I have going on. I mean, High Magic resistance is definitely because of the Molag Bal type.'
Next would be Strong Hide[0] and Mind Link[1]... Strong Hide is probably because I'm a Deathclaw... If I remember correctly then bullets are supposed to ricochet right off of their powerful scales. But the real question is why is it [0]? Is it because I don't have any scales? Perhaps'
Nothing else notable came to mind so I just shook my head and skipped towards the last one.'
'Last but not least Mind Link[1].'
I try to rack my head around it, but again, I have no idea why I would have this skill. Maybe it's because of the Molag Bal type, but I can't be certain of that yet.
*GROWL*
'I'm HUNGRY!'
Grumbling, I looked down to the last bit of information, My current state….
State: Hatched/Premature.
As I read the words I felt my annoyance spike…
'It seems that I really messed up, I left my egg too early... Well, that explains Strong hide[0]. I wasn't fully developed yet.'
End of chapter 2.
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