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Pain spasmed through his body. The sounds of a creaking bed roused him from unconsciousness. It was a struggle to open his swollen eyes, to see the gold cloak. He'd promised ma to protect her. A coughing fit wracked his body with pain as he struggled to move. His sister, she was being raped in front of him, he had to do something.
His muscles protested as he crawled to the wall. The harsh half-rotten wood bit into his wounded hands as he clawed for support. Just as he made it to his knees, another coughing fit sent him to the floor.
Seph, tried to breath but couldn't. Wait his name wasn't Seph it was, he couldn't remember his name. Something began to burn into his arm, and he knew it shape. It was the Martian Lament. The words felt alien yet all so familiar.
Visions filled his mind. Symbols he'd never seen before, no they were expected. This was exactly what he'd paid for. His own thoughts were coming in slower. Memories were filling him up. Things he'd never imagine filled his mind. A level appeared above the gold cloaks head. A solid level five to his own level one. That wasn't fair.
Nothing is fair.
"You must pay back what you owe." The words left his lips. A debt of 400,000 credits was held over his head. At first the concept seemed impossible. What was that in silver stags? As he faded away, he focused everything he had left on a single thought. She is our sister; we must save her. He had a decade to pay back what he owed somehow.
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The Martian Lament was seared into his arm a sign of his membership and dependence. Seph felt like raw battered hamburger meat. His lips were split apart, both eyes were swollen half shut, and he didn't want to think about the internal bleeding.
This was his first body. After the induction, class selection, and debt, he was given a new body and tossed on a new world.
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Name: Seph
Debts: Martian Sect 400,000Credits
Lvl1
Class: Summonerlvl1 +3CHA +2PER +1MAG
Class Skills: Summonlvl1
HP (Health Points) (2/10) = PHY x 10 x lvl
HR (Health Regen) 1/hr = (1 x PHY x lvl) /hour
MP (Mana Points) (20/20) = MAG x 10 x lvl
MR (Mana Regen) 1/hr = (1 x MAG x lvl)/hour
Attributes
PHY(Physicality) 1
MNT(Mentality) 3
MAG(Magic) 2
CHA(Charisma) 4
PER(Perception) 3
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Seph respected the loyalty to family, even if it was a noose around his neck. When he looked at the woman being raped on the straw mattress, he felt hate. No matter how he tried to rationalize it, that was his sister. The pesky lingering emotions of his host were overpowering. He could have left this place for freedom. It would have made everything easier.
Placing his hand on the blood-soaked ground, he pushed every drop of mana into summoning. His hand glowed blue briefly as a tiny blue stone dropped on the ground. The second the little marble fell on the ground. It began to soak up the blood before floating in liquid. A connection formed between Seph and the slime.
"Kill that gold cloak." He hissed out between coughs. The creature rolled towards the guard. It soaked up sweat as it crawled up the armor. Seph watch the creature feel around for a moment before launching itself into the gold cloak's asshole.
Seph pretended to be knocked out as best he could as the gold cloak spun around. "The fuck was that!" He heard the man checking himself as the slime moved. The gold cloak screamed as his stomach bulged.
"What's wrong?" His sister asked. That concern for the guard felt like betrayal. Here he was on the ground broken and bleeding, and she worried about the guard. It was his fault, if he could only find the work to support them. Seph clamped down on those traitorous thoughts.
He viewed the memories of the boy through a new light. Memories that felt familiar began to break apart in favor of beatings. His host had thought himself to be a troublemaker. He'd done things for his sister and been beaten for them. He tried harder and received another beating. She was his caring sister that loved him and only wanted him to do better. That's what it felt like to him. Yet, his other memories showed a different story. Was this even a rape.
The gold cloak needed to die. That thought rang true with him. It didn't matter what his sister's motives were that guy beat him to a pulp, the gold cloak would die. He reached for a broken board with some rusty nails still in it.
The bulging in the gold cloak's stomach had ended. Seph imagined the slime had ruptured the man's stomach lining. It was busy melting down and adding to its form. The man looked to be in so much pain, Seph felt himself smile.
"Johnny what are you going to do with that. Errick needs a healer." His sister said. Seph swung the board. A solid smack split the gold cloak's ear sending him to the floor. His sister rushed him. She punched him in the face knocking him down before kicking him in the ribs.
"You idiot, he was going to marry me. I was going to get out of this. You had to ruin it. You always ruin everything, I hate you." A coughing fit wracked his body and he spat up more blood as she kicked him. There was no sibling bond between them. Yet, Seph couldn't bring myself to hate her. It was this bodies will. He couldn't do anything to her.
Everything was going dim. He could feel his heart sputtering. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He was going to save her from being raped. Seph felt his lungs filling up with blood and every breath was a struggle.
His body was dying, and he knew it. Then he heard something. The guard began to splutter, gag, and then fall dead.
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Xp gained
Class Summoner level up x 2
Name: Seph
Debts: Martian Sect 400,000Credits
Lvl3
Class: Summonerlvl3 +9CHA +6PER +3MAG
Class Skills: Summonlvl2 – Summon a low-level mob. The higher the level the stronger the monster summoned.
Mobs – Slime lvl3
HP (Health Points) (3/30) = PHY x 10 x lvl
HR (Health Regen) 1/hr = (1 x PHY x lvl) /hour
MP (Mana Points) (0/120) = MAG x 10 x lvl
MR (Mana Regen) 12/hr = (1 x MAG x lvl)/hour
Attributes
PHY(Physicality) 1
MNT(Mentality) 3
MAG(Magic) 4
CHA(Charisma) 10
PER(Perception) 7
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He threw up a lung full of blood as his body suddenly gained a little more life. Seph did what he could to push her away. Slowly, he crawled out of the hovel. Things started making more sense. They'd went from sleeping on the floor to her sleeping on a straw bed. He thought he'd been defending his sister's honor. She flipped him over before he could escape.
He groaned on his back looking up at his sister. Murder was in her blue eyes. Her black hair hung like a curtain as fury burned in her eyes. For some reason, he thought of the king when he saw her.
"You killed my future little brother." She held up a dagger. Farnice plunged the dagger at his throat.
The blade was stopped just before it could give him the famous red smile. A blue tentacle held her arm back. The little slime that just finished consuming the liquid in the gold cloak's body was larger now. It held back his sister's arm using the gold cloak's body as a counterweight.
"If you drop the dagger, I'll tell it to let you go." The words left his mouth before he could stop them.
She dropped the dagger and Seph kept his word. Before he could say a word, she bolted out of the hovel yelling about murder.
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Ned Stark looked at the boy. The lad was a sorry sight but not as bad as he could be. He was around Jon's age and already a cutthroat. After a fight with a gold cloak over the honor boy's sister he snuck into their hovel and killed the gold cloak. That's what he'd heard but he'd get the rest of the story from the boy. The boy was shoved in front of the iron throne.
He watched the boy fall over clearly worse off than reported. Despite the bruises and swollen eyes, the lad didn't look like a killer. Ned would say he looked much like Robert after one too many drunken brawls.
"What's your name lad?" Ned asked.
"Johnny Waters m'lord hand." The boy croaked. Despite how beaten the boy looked he stood firm and looked him in the eyes. Ned could respect that.
"You're accused of killing a member of the gold cloaks in cold blood. I'd like to hear your side of the story." Ned said.
Through split lips the boy prepared to speak.
"Errick was raping my sister in her own bed or that's what I thought. He'd beaten me to unconsciousness. He said he was there for my sister and I told him he couldn't have her." The boy smiled revealing a few broken teeth. "He started with the club to soften me up. Then he added his fists in."
"You are accused of killing a man in cold blood. Do you deny the charges?" Ned asked.
"I don't know what cold blood means m'lord hand. Came to and saw a man raping my sister. What would you do m'lord?" The blue eyes stared at him accusingly daring him to claim differently.
"A gold cloak is still dead. Someone must be held responsible my lord. It would be better if he were out of the city." Varys suggested. Ned looked at the man and nodded slowly. The gold cloaks may seek to take revenge on the boy. He knew that not all men were honorable and the death of someone you fought with hit deep. Yes, he'd get the boy out of the city. If possible, he could have the sister sent to a convent to become a septa.
"You have two choices lad, the hangman's noose or the wall." Ned asked. The boy looked at him then shook his head.
"I'll take the wall. What happens to me now?" The boy asked.
Ned nodded his head. That voice, the blue eyes even the jawline reminded him of Robert. If this boy wasn't one of Robert's he'd pray to the seven.
"My men will have you escorted to a cell while you wait for a black brother to escort you." Ned said. The boy nodded slowly and frowned.
"What of my sister what's to become of her?" The boy asked.
"She'll be taken care of the septs are always looking for new septas." Ned said.
"I see, thank you for the information my lord." Ned nodded noticing the change.
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Hours after his sentencing, he was left on an old mattress. It wasn't long until he heard a guard call out to him. "It looks like you have a visitor lad." His sister made her way to the front of his cell. "I'll give the two of you some privacy." The guard said.
"How does it feel knowing that I'll receive education while you freeze your tiny balls off in the savage north? That is if Errick's friends let you get that far." Seph plucked one of his broken teeth from his mouth and threw it at her. She frowned in disgust before stepping aside.
"Did you change overnight? I don't remember you being such a raging cunt." He said in a cold voice. What was her game? Was she buying time for something? Was this a legitimate warning, or was she dumb enough to warn him? Did she think his death was inevitable? Of course, she saw him do magic or did she. What was this woman's game?
"No little brother. You were always too stupid to realize that you were a burden. Its your fault that our mother died of the pox. If not for you she wouldn't have needed to work so hard." Her eyes turned into ice chips. "I should have smothered you in your sleep when mother died." She shouted the last words with all the hate and conviction she could muster.
"I'm glad I killed your boyfriend. If you weren't my sister, I'd kill you too." Her eyes widened in shock and she took a step back. Then she smiled and shook her head.
"Its too bad you'll be dead in a few days. I've told the guards your secret and they're ready for any surprises." His eyes widened a fraction of an inch at her words. Farnise cackled and left his cell.
After reviewing a few memories, he calmed down. The gold cloaks didn't believe in magic. It was nothing to worry about. That didn't mean there weren't others that did believe. This was a mediaeval shithole. If he was dumb enough to wait some accident was bound to happen to him.
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Summoning lvl4
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Seph found out quickly that he could control up to 10 tier1 mobs. He sent them through the drain in his cell and ordered them to kill rats. It was rather simple when he thought about it. After five hours his xp had increased to 90% to the next level. Each kill increased his level.
After enough kills he'd level and eventually gain another skill.
A week later he'd gained 7 levels from rats alone. The xp had begun to shrink after killing so many rats. Also killing rats didn't give him enough xp to matter anymore. On the bright side he gained a new skill.
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Name: Seph
Debts: Martian Sect 400,000Credits
Lvl10
Class: Summonerlvl10 +30CHA, +20PER, +10MAG
Summoning lvl12 – At lvl10 summoning tier 2 mobs is available. Requirements 10CHA = control over 1 tier 2, 1 CHA = control over 1 tier 1 mob.
Ally Synergy lvl1 – See and feel through the bodies of your mobs.
Mobs: slimes lvl10 x 20
HP (Health Points) (100/100) = PHY x 10 x lvl
HR (Health Regen) 10/hr = (1 x PHY x lvl) /hour
MP (Mana Points) (1,100/1,100) = MAG x 10 x lvl
MR (Mana Regen) 110/hr = (1 x MAG x lvl)/hour
Attributes
PHY(Physicality) 1
MNT(Mentality) 3
MAG(Magic) 11
CHA(Charisma) 31
PER(Perception) 21
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Seph thought himself tinkerer at heart. The problem of the gold cloaks was a good one to get his mind working on a solution. One of the hardest parts of the task was knowing where to start. In this case, he chose information. Closing his eyes, he focused on his mobs. After some trial and error, he realized something was wrong.
Seph could feel what his mobs felt when he focused. Slimes didn't have many senses. They had a sense of buoyancy through their mass but that was it. So, he needed to summon something that wasn't a slime. It was tempting to just summon a tier2 monster, but he'd hardly explored the first tier.
He fed mana through his hand and felt a symbol appear on the floor. Out of his mana a small spider like monster with pink skin and a long lizard like tail flashed. The second the creature appeared, Seph gained a feel for the creature. It was a xenomorph face hugger.
Of the parasite type it was one of the better known. He could do several things with the creature. After it latched onto a human the resulting creature was considered tier 2. That was something that he needed but he'd prefer something with eyes. With a heavy heart he had one of his high-level slimes reach out through the sewer pipe and kill it. Even the molecular acid of a xenomorph was no match for the physiology of a slime.
Seph tried again and an oversized crow appeared. The creature let out a squawk as Seph felt the connection form. He felt saw the world through the crow's eyes and smiled. From there he sent the crow out of the cell and had it escape the prison.
With his connection with his mobs, he could sense their proximity with each other. A target located by his crow could be found by the slimes. It worked with a bird's eye view and 3d imaging. From that moment on he watched the gold cloaks and paid close attention to everything they did.
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A crow flapped through the wealthier parts of the whore district. It circled around picking out potential targets as a target to be watched came into view. The Lord Hand was surrounded by red cloaks. His household guards were soon put to the sword. A man with a spear stabbed the honorable Lord Stark in the leg.
More crows gathered to watch the scene play out. Ned Stark was carried away and the golden Lion Jamie Lannister killed one of his own men. A slip of black hair drew the crows' attention and they were off.
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He saw his sister today from the eyes of the crows. Somehow, she went from being sweet on a gold cloak to being sweet on a red cloak. She had the Lannister guard eating out of her hand. The guard wasn't very smart, but she must have warned him. Seph couldn't kill the man. There were no secret tunnels were the man ventured or sewer entrances. His slimes had yet to find the right tunnels to enter the red keep.
Food wasn't coming anymore. No one had changed out his shit pot today. Seph was helpless to stop the red cloaks from killing the Northmen. Only his slimes and crows kept him alive. Bread found its way into his cell often enough and the slimes could dissolve fecal matter.
The door to the cells opened and a very bald man who looked like a plump egg entered. A guard tried to open his cell, but the key wouldn't fit. Not surprising, Seph had used one of his slimes to melt it shut. Seph could leave the cells anytime he wanted. Leaving king's landing was another feat entirely.
"Interesting, not a single key seems to fit your cell. Do you know why?" The fat, bald man asked. Seph looked the egg-shaped man over and felt unnerved. He began calling for every mob he possessed.
"Perhaps, you have the wrong key ring." Seph supplied. The rotund man giggled at that.
"Very good young man. But I suspect your cell won't open because you didn't want to leave." Seph continued to sit on the ground watching the guards through the eyes of the nearby crows. There were twenty men that the rotund man brought. "You most definitely don't want to leave now. Have you heard the rumors about lord Stark? He's been arrested by Sir Jamie."
Seph tried to look surprised and knew he was failing. The man's eyes flashed in recognition. The man had gone from unnerving to a danger in a few words.
"What could I hear stuck in this cage? Only the crows or the occasional rats are around to keep me company." Seph said and smiled with his broken crooked teeth. The rotund man frowned before revealing a tray of pastries.
"Would you like a lemon cake? I'm sure you must be hungry. I've managed to sneak some of the queen's own pastries out of the red keep. Would you like some?" The rotund man held out the pile only to drop them on clean floor. "Butterfingers, but they don't look overly damaged." The rotund man looked down at the pile of cakes on the ground.
"That's alright, I need to watch my weight. Those cakes are too rich for me. If I'm to join the night's watch, I'd best keep in shape." Seph placed the man a bit higher on the danger level.
"The northerners have kept this place tidy." The man said.
"I wouldn't say that. I'm good at cleaning up trash when I see it lying around." The man continued to smile.
"Well don't worry, I'll leave these men keep guard until you leave for the night's watch." The man walked away leaving behind six heavily armed men.
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Perk awarded: Novice summoner – the amount of charisma needed to control tier 1 mobs is halved.
Perks: When a skill reaches level25,50,75,100,1000,10,000,100,000,1m and beyond a perk is awarded.
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Name: Seph
Debts: Martian Sect 400,000Credits
Perks: Novice Summoner
Lvl27
Class: Summonerlvl27+81CHA, +54PER, +27MAG
Summoning lvl25 – At lvl10 summoning tier 2 mobs is available. Requirements 10CHA = control over 1 tier 2, 0.5 CHA = control over 1 tier 1 mob.
Ally Synergy lvl15 – Share the perception of mobs and enhance it with half your own.
Delegation lvl5 – Assign a name to a mob to increase its intelligence and grant it the power to order lower ranked mobs.
Mobs
Tier1
Slimelvl27 x 40
Crowslvl20 x 20
Tier2
Xenomorph Dronelvl5 x 1
HP (Health Points) (270/270) = (PHY x 10 x lvl)
HR (Health Regen) 27/hr = ((1 x PHY x lvl) /hour)
MP (Mana Points) (7560/7560) = MAG x 10 x lvl
MR (Mana Regen) 756/hr = (1 x MAG x lvl)/hour
Attributes
PHY(Physicality) 1
MNT(Mentality) 3
MAG(Magic) 28
CHA(Charisma) 82
PER(Perception) 55
Mob values
Tier 1
Slime = 20MP
Crow = 50MP Xenomorph
Face Hugger = 200MP
Tier 2
N/A
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After a few weeks of biding his time, he sent a facehugger to latch on to one of the guards. The slimes had finally found a route out of the city and a way into the red keep. Before he left, he wanted to see Ned Stark one more time. It was thanks to that man that he'd grown so powerful. Seph was feeling a sense of gratitude and wanted to help the man.
The door to his cell creeped open as slime tentacles shot out to restrain the guards. In moments forty slimes bound the six red cloaks. The slimes had been waiting close by for this moment. The guards struggled and yelled out before their mouths were covered by the slimes. They were restrained for his drone.
A solid black xenomorph climbed down from the ceiling. It approached him from behind to nuzzle his palm. Seph rubbed the smooth black flesh of his first tier 2 monster. At only lvl five it should have been the weakest of his monsters. But tiers mattered a great deal. Seph could tell it was as strong as a level 50 tier 1 mob.
With a thought his slimes released the red cloaks the men stared at him in shock. "I would like a demonstration of my new monster's battle prowess. You six will be her test. Now don't let Chivalry stop you from fighting back. She may be a lady but she's also a dangerous predator." Seph smiled feeling his control over the situation. "If you manage to kill her, you're be free to go."
He pointed to the six well-armed guards. "Kill them all beautiful."
One of the guards ran forward with an axe. He swung down only for the xenomorph to pick up her pace and dodge the swing. She rose curling around the guard like a snake and striking the back of his head with her second mouth. Blood, bone, and brain matter showered the ground as she twisted flinging the guard's corpse into the other six.
While they were distracted, she leapt up the ceiling and seemingly vanished from sight. It was so quick the guards lost track of her. She sprang back in through a window and took a guard killing him in moments. Another guard fell to his knees.
"Seven protect us." The man cried.
She appeared out of the shadows and snapped one of the red cloaks up in her tail. The hard blade like spines cut his neck down to the bone. One of the guards sliced down on her with her sword scoring a minor cut across her carapace. Green blood shot over his armor and began melting through. Soon he was screaming his flesh melted away.
She lowered her mouth to the last red cloak. He looked up. "Please no!" He shouted before her second mouth ripped through his skull. The entire battle took some time to write but it happened all in the span of a few seconds.
Through the xenomorph, he could feel a burgeoning psychic connection between her and his mobs. A smile spread across his face.
"I'll name you Maria the Guillotine." Seph placed his hand atop her head and felt his mana drain into her. 100 units, 500, and then 2000mp vanished went into the skill. Her body glowed with mana as the name settled into her being.
"Maria the Guillotine," The words floated through his skull from her.
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Maria The Guillotine lvl20
Classes: Xenomorph Dronelvl5 +25PHY+15PER +10MNT, Tier2 Moblvl10 +50PHY +30MAG +20CHA, Executionerlvl5 +25PHY +15MNT +10PER
Skills
Psychic Networkinglvl2 – A xenomorph communicates with its hive through a psychic network made of multiple minds. Passive
Commanderlvl1 – A tier 2 monsters lead the lower level mobs into battle and coordinate more complicated strategies. The summoner dreams it and the commander makes it a reality.
Inspiratorlvl1 – When a tier 2 monster is leading the other mobs the other monsters gain a Physical boost. CHA x slvl (skill level) = 1minute PHY boost.
Capital Punishment lvl1 – When the slaying of the target is just damage dealt is doubled.
HP 20,000(+2000/hr)
MP 6000(+600/hr)
Attributes
PHY(Physicality) 100
MNT(Mentality) 25
MAG(Magic) 30
CHA(Charisma) 20
PER(Perception) 25