Gamer man: Everywhere Adventure

by Wateriercrown5

At the end of a not so good, very, very short run at life, our intrepid hero is offered a new adventure in another world. With the A.R.S game interface (Aris as she prefers) lensing his view and a rather interesting starting scenario, we can only wait and see what he does a long time ago in a galaxy far far away.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Character Creation

Fighting my whole life for what I had only for it to be snatched away by some jumpy asshole with a gun in some dirty ass back alley. An unknown amount of time floating in an empty void would follow before.

*Ping*

Welcome to the Archangel Resurrection System

'Arse really…'

*One, I prefer A.R.S. Two blame my creator.*

'Okay, I will, but what now?'

*Please choose a destination Reality*

[Lord of the Rings/ Star Wars/ Fairy Tail/ Stargate/ Warhammer (40k/30k)]

'Well, I'm dumb, but not suicidal so that rules out Warhammer. Not really looking for fantasy right now so that's Lord of the Rings and Fairy Tail out. Hmm, Star Wars or Stargate. I wouldn't mind a laser sword.

*Very well*

'Why do I feel like I'm being judged for my process…'

*…Please choose a Race*

[Human, Togruta, Twi'lek, Bothan, Mirialan, Sith Pureblood]

'Uh, Bothans… really.'

*Is that your final choice*

'What no, no, no. Well if I'm anything it's not basic so humans can take their jack of all triads asses out of here. Togruta and Twi'leks have an inbuilt crippling weak point so no thanks. Mirialan… aren't those just green humans with little diamonds on their face? Meh, Imma go with Sith, wait, Aris," *Ooh, I like that* "when are you sending me?"

*That answer is tangential to a later option after a race is chosen.*

"Fair enough, Sith it is then. That's my final decision."

*Very well, choose your start.*

[The Lost Patrol]: Easy

Set during the war between the Great Galactic war and the Cold War. You are the acting commander of a Harrower-class dreadnaught and two Terminus-class destroyers in transit between Dromund Kaas and Korriban to join the defense fleet. When suddenly a power surge throws the battle-group far off course damaging many systems and corrupting the star-charts. Will you be able to lead your people back to the Empire safely? Or will your story end lost to time?

[A Frosty Suprise]: Medium

You awaken in your Fury-class interceptor's emergency cryo-pod usually meant to transport crew too injured to treat on the ship. You're groggy with no memory of how you ended up there. You're the first one on your ship to awaken with no idea of where you are and how long you were in the pod. But from what you sense from the Force something is very wrong. Will you be able to pull through as a man out of time? Or will you be lost to old grudges?

[A Returning Power]: Hard

Long have you rested in the ziggurat built for you in times long past a king of great power and influence. But something shifts a change in the air as a strange new power flows into your bones granting you a parody of life. As you rise you feel this strange energy coursing through you, but you've been dead for far too long, your flesh is long gone and your bones are brittle, you can feel it. Can you return to power and take what is yours? Or with you be historically and physically rendered unto dust.

'Weeeeell shit… you had fun writing these didn't you?'

*Maybe a little, I have had a while to get all of this ready.*

'I take it that means you're going to have a vested interest in my adventures.'

*I will be accompanying you on your adventure so… yes?*

'Yay me the adventures of %$##&^^$# and his sassy god ai assistant otherwise known as the voice in his head… otherwise known as Aris. Well, my mama didn't raise no coward. I'll take number three!'

*Very well, This option grants you an extra choice. Choose your Grimoire.*

[The Liber Mortis, The Kroveri Hæma, The Liber Animas, The Promæn Caro, and The Reunu Pertemru]

'Wait a second, I recognize some of those the, book of death and the book of spirits. Those are necromancy books.'

*That is correct*

'I guess if I'm going to be walking bones I'd need something like that. Wait am I going to be a mummy or a Litch?'

*You will be a mummy.*

'Well then I need the Reunu Pertemrue for *Regenerate* so I can Imhotep some poor bastards to get my juicy bits back.'

* Verywell you may select one additional spell from another book as well.*

Wracking my brain for a while trying to remember that old pdf I looked at a long time ago. 'I want *Make Nosferatu* from the Kroveri Hæma.

*You've been allowed two companions bound to your chosen gri…*

'Nerrti as a pureblood, and Seboket'

*... and an additio…*

'Kreie.'

*Very well but please stop interrupting me.*

'Sorry, sorry, please continue.'

*You will be allowed three perks from this list on top of the choice between Artificer and Scholar from your starting Grimoiar*

[Artificer/Scholar]

[Highborn/Silver tongue/ Gold tongue/ Tailor/ Runecrafter/ Cunning Linguist/ Wealthy/ Blacksmith/ Tracker/ Apothecary/ Bloodcrafter]

'Shouldn't I already have highborn and wealthy because of my start?'

*...*

[Silver tongue/ Gold tongue/ Tailor/ Runecrafter/ Cunning Linguist/ Blacksmith/ Tracker/ Apothecary/ Bloodcrafter]

'It's alright, everyone makes mistakes. I'll take Silver and Gold tongue along with Cunning Linguist. After all, there are a lot of languages in the galaxy, it'd just make life easier in the end.

*At this point, you can take any of the provided, two enemies or any setbacks in exchange for additional perks, companions, or spells. After character creation, you will be given four points to buy any of the three at levels 10, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, and one every level after that. These points will also apply to learning other skills and abilities unrelated to your necromantic powers.*

[Enemies: Angry Mob, Jedi Assassin, Rival Lord, Witch Coven, Reapers, Enemy Squad, Enemy Platoon, Enemy Invasion, Shipwrecked Enemies, Bounty hunter]

[Drawbacks: Soulblind, Amputation, Single-minded, Squeamish, Violent Tendencies, Bounty]

'What's the difference between bounty and bounty hunter?'

*With bounty, it's a lasting mark on you meaning if a bounty hunter recognises you you're likely to be attacked, bounty hunter, however, is a one time attack from a bounty hunter type enemy. Additionally, you can only take bounty once at a time as you can pay off your bounty while you can take multiple bounty hunter enemies. Though I warn you taking multiple enemies could lead to simultaneous attacks.*

'Can I take these at any time or only now?'

*Such decisions shall be taken on a case by case request.*

'Neat, I'll take two Angry Mobs and Violent Tendencies in exchange for Kaija and Count Codrin'

*Finally you will be allowed Minions based on your selected applicable spells. You have 60p to work with. You'll later be allowed to hire more pedestrian followers.*

[Create Nosferatu: Vampire Bride x2 3p/ Bestial Vampire x5 4p/ Vampire 5p/ Dhampir 7p/ Vampire Knight 9p] These choices will be locked after creation until you gain a more 'lively' form. 'That's fair, I need blood to craft most of those.'

[Create Mummy: Sadikh x10 1p/ Khri-Habi 3p/ Akert 5p/ Kher-Minakh 12p]

[Scourge of Scarabs: Leiurqin x9 3p/ Kiandhem 6p/ Dire Ant x5 8p/ Impandinus 20p]

[Combination Minions: Aptrganga x6 4p(Creat Mummy/Embalming)/ Mummified Vampire 10p (Embalming/Create Nosferatu)]

'I'll take four mummified vampires and thirty Aptragana. So, how will summoning more minions in the future work?

*For the more physical minions, it can be done with a straight mana cost however if the cost can be lowered if a body is present you need only cast the necessary spells with the minion in mind in that case. For the more spiritual minions, it will simply be various incantations summoning and binding them to your service. You will gain points for summoning with each level creating a total if a unit is killed you can choose to re-summon them or replace them as you see fit. And with that done it time to compile your sheet.*

Name: Ar'hak Morganthaus 'I think I'll just have people call me Morgan.'

Race: Mummified Sith Pureblood [Greatly Weakened. Humanity 1%] 'I guess humanity means my ability to blend in with living creatures.'

Level: 1

Class: Necromancer

HP: 10

MP: 4500

STR: 1

END: 1

DEX: 1

INT: 450

WIS: 20
CHA: 10 + 500 (From Golden Tongue)

LCK: 50

Perks:

Silver Tongue: A little sweet talking goes a long way, and being socially aware has allowed you to develop certain skills that have helped to win over the trust of others. You can predict what people will want to hear to get them to do what you want with reasonable skill.

Gold Tongue: A way with words that gets you places, you can talk your way into, and out of, most situations. You have a near-magical charm about you, people tend to like you more. You tend to know what to say in most situations. (Requires Silver Tongue.)

Cunning Linguist: There are many species in the galaxy, with many speaking the language of their people. The majority speak only that, and Galactic Common. You however have been gifted with the ability to speak, read and write any language after interacting with it in verbal or written form.

Highborn: Knowing only the upper class, you have all the wealth and benefits of your station. A regal bearing and education are yours, and your presence is enrapturing.

Wealthy: Through birth, inheritance or any other means, your monetary fund is considerable enough to arouse dragons. Though not exclusively a quality of nobility, few would recognise you as possessing a fortune should you be discreet.

Artificer: Tinkering with devices and their workings has allowed you to make objects of superior quality than those you can buy, and improve those you do buy. From more care and better materials to more skill, things you craft tend to be better in almost every way.

Enemies/Drawbacks:

2x Angry Mob: Having discovered your talent for necromancy, the local population has taken up arms against you in an effort to stop your rightly or not named reign of terror. (Will be removed after mobs death or pacification. Enemy attacks can happen at any time.)

Violent Tendencies I/IV: Quick to anger and quicker to harm others, you tend to resort to violent measures twice as much as you would like. The effect will multiply exponentially each time it is taken.

Companions/Minions

Kaija: A vampire, once held starving deep within a stronghold. You freed her, making her your loyal ally. She is strong, swift, and willing to serve you to the bitter end.

Count Codrin: The master warrior, genius tactician, former head of the vampire army, he is skilled in the ways of war. Most comfortable serving another, he wishes to serve you to help achieve your goals.

Kreie: Grown from a vat making use of a mix of samples. She uses you as her model of behavior seeing you as a parent and will assist you with her knowledge in search of your approval.

Nerrti: A cunning priestess of ancient Sith arts, she can regenerate mummies; and will be able to pass as living once. She recognizes and will serve, you as her pharaoh without fail.

Seboket: The constant bodyguard of all pharaohs, and former father of entire legions of elite soldiers. Skilled warrior and anti-assassin, they can stop all mundane attempts.

4x Mummified Vampires: Some of the first and strongest of all nosferatu unearthed in a dig, they have few equals in combat. Excellent warriors, they are trained in brutal martial arts. (Special Unit: A short quest is required to recruit more on top of the point cost)

30x Aptrganga: Mortals mummified in an ancient method, they are exceptionally hardy and strong. Armed and armored, they can use tactics in combat and follow complex orders.

Abilities

Observe: Gives you a basic readout of your target.

Detect Life/Death: Allows you to feel the presence of your selected target in a large radius around you.

Craft: Assembling objects from gathered resources from campfires to starfighters (With the necessary schematics/Research of course.)

Items/Equipment

Ar'hak's Grimoire: [Unique][Major Quest Item] The great Ar'hak's book of ancient spells. To the outside viewer, the book is a rather unassuming black tome unusual in the time of data-pads. When observed closely it's quite obviously bound and flesh and written in blood. {Enchantments: Regenerate Trap causes those who open the book without permission to be affected by the regenerate spell absorbing their lifeforce and transferring it to Ar'hak. Privacy Charm: This book cannot be read without permission those who try to look over the reader's shoulder see blank pages.}

Ancient Sith Armor: [Unique][Soul Bound] This armor is of ancient design. Across the chest are two wings of bronze scales folding around the back under the arms and into the neck guard. The pteruges of strong leather layered with bronze reinforcements and decorations. Guarding each leg is a bronze greave with a stylized Eagle the head embossed over the knees with the wings wrapping around to the back. Wellmade and sturdy sandals wrap up the look. {Enchantments: Strengthening allowing the armor to grow with strength alongside its wearer. Self-Repairing charms as long as a single piece of the armor survives the rest will slowly reappear. (Its appearance is tied to you humanity the better you look the better it looks.)}

Ancient Vibro Khopesh: [Rare] A beautifully designed and decorated sword with vibro-blade technology hidden in the hilt. {Enchantments: Self-Repairing as long as a single piece of the blade or hilt survives the rest will slowly reappear. (Its appearance is tied to you humanity the better you look the better it looks.)}

*Are you ready to enter the World?*

[Y/N]

'Well, the galaxy isn't going to conquer itself. Let's do this Aris'

At that, I lost consciousness. I don't know for how long or what's happened. Soon I come too and open my eyes for the first time. Well, I say open my eyes but the first thing I can tell when looking down at my body is that it is highly unlikely that I have eyelids. Looking down at myself all theirs is to see are some dusty bones with some scattered cloth bindings under my armor. The armor itself has seen better days cloth torn, leather dried out, bronze dim with holes worn through it. My sword isn't much better either, all of the beautiful design work marred by time. Guess that sums me up as a whole though. Sitting up painfully slowly I take in the room around me. I'm laying on a waist-high platform atop a large rectangular stone dais. The room is large and well-carved; everything seemed to be hewn from a single titanic block of sandstone of quite possibly the most beautiful shade of crimson I have ever seen.

It was as I was completing my observations of the room around me that I heard a gasp from my right. Turning slowly I came eye to eye with Kreie, she appeared… younger than I expected she was likely perpetuated by transferring her spirit from cloned body to cloned body so that doesn't surprise me too much. But the thought of the strange, pale girl with almost glowing green eyes in front of me appearing to be no older than seven or eight being possibly hundreds of years old is somewhat… odd in a good way. Her description said she sees me as her father, it will be nice to know what that feels like.

"F...father y… y… your awake." She adorably stuttered out with her eyes wide with shock. Yep, this child is precious and must be protected.

"M...y… Chil...d." My voice is coarse and sounds like sandy wind passing through dry tall grass, but there's an unmistakable power there. Slowly and deliberately lowering my legs from my oh so long resting place several scales from my armor falling off with a light sound akin to windchimes as I slowly come to my feet. "M… y… precious… child. You have waited for me all this time?" It's strange the warmth I feel in my chest right now, you'd think it'd be a bit colder with how drafty it is now right?

*That was just bad*

'Shh, you! It was funny.'

Kreie's eyes filled with tears as she rushed me. Before I have time to call out to her she crashes into me. Which would be cute… if she didn't send me scattering in all directions with her strength meeting my weakness. HP: 1/10 As horror fills her eyes over what she's done I begin slowly pulling myself back together.

"You... must... be careful my child…" I say giving her a reassuring head pat. "I have not the strength I used to." This however does little to stifle the sniffing and sorry looks she's giving me. My running theory is that she needed to transfer to this body earlier than expected. Her mannerisms and actions denote a childlike mind. It probably has something to do with how developed the brain is. It will be interesting to see how this develops.

"I'm so sorry father, I didn't mean to, I swear!" I can't tell if it's the part of me that always wanted to be a father or what but I just want to hold her close. Which is what I do pulling her into a hug rocking from side to side humming a light tune as my body puts the rest of itself back together. This is the sight my two vampire companions come across as the rush into my burial chamber.

"What's happe-" Was all Kaija got out at the sight of absolute wholesomeness before her. A small blush seemed to work its way across her face at seeing me be so paternal. I would hazard a guess that having children is something she dreams of. Count Codrin on the other hand, a massive intimidating figure that he is, kitted out in a monstrous suit of dark plate armor has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

"My lord… I didn't know you had it in you to act so… fatherly." He seemed to manage to get out between attempts to restrain laughs.

"Codrin if I had eyebrows right now I would be raising one at you derisively." This getting a chuckle from the large vampire. "Kri darling could you please get off of me. I'm sad to say I have not even the strength to lift you." As soon as I say that I could literally feel how sad she was for the tender moment to be over. Sad or not she soon stands alongside the two vampires as I slowly work my way to my feet. "What have I missed?"

Kaija seemed to snap out of her thoughts at that blush quickly clearing away. "My lord much has happened, your people… they've gone. All that remains on this planet is a fairly small human population with an even smaller population of other races." Well, at least I know what the angry mob will be made up of.

Turning to the walls each small alcove contained a figure. "Attend my warriors, your master calls you." As those words leave my mouth the four figures sprang to life as the large creatures marched to kneel before me. These were my mummified vampires, they were massive nosferatu greying flesh clad in bronze armor with a large set of batlike wings sprouting from their backs. "See to the defenses, I have need of my companions." As one they silently move out of the room. I make my way to a wall out of reflex. I wave my hand as with a slow grinding noise a seam appears as a doorway a good ten feet tall slowly grows into existence. Standing in perfect rows within the room are my Aptrganga and at the back of the room in his own alcove Seboket. With a flex of my will, a green fire appears in their empty eye sockets in unison as they step off the small pedestals they were standing on. "I need information, Seboket, take the Aptranga to find a settlement of the living and if possible secure some of the living. However, secrecy is our number one priority." With a bow of the massive skeleton of the aforementioned crocodile man, he leads the mummified warriors out of the room. Waving my hand again as I left the room, its entrance soon revealed itself. Moving to the dais I wave my hand again. The table I awoke on slowly lowered into the ground soon to be replaced by a throne. Walking around to the back of it yet a third wave of my hand opens the secret sarcophagus of Nerrti. As her sarcophagus slowly opens I can't help but feel envious of the state of her body. While still a dedicated husk she still bore some scraps of flesh and tendon another flex of my will and her dried eyelids flair open with an ethereal green glow.

"My master, I answer as summoned." Her voice was very similar to my own though it lacked the same power with a distinctly feminine tone to it. "What would you have me do."

"It seems there is much we need to be brought up to speed on." I turn around and walk back around taking a seat on my throne. My companions stand before me. I look them over. My vampires are severely limited by the time of day, this is a desert world after all. Looking at my daughter… still weird to say that no matter how right it feels to say it. She won't be able to take on missions for a while if I can even bring myself to let her go. I have the feeling once I have resources she's going to be spoiled. Just remember the wise words of Ainz Ooal Gown, fake it till you make it. Taking a moment to gather my thoughts I address my most trusted servants minus Seboket.

"We have much work to do my friends, our first priority is the recovery of myself and Nerrti." This gaining nods from those present. "If Seboket returns without the necessary sacrifices by sundown Codrin you are to take the nosferatu guards to secure them with extreme prejudice. But keep in mind that those taken are to be as unharmed as possible. Make what preparation you must." At that, he left knowing he was dismissed. I look at those that remain. "Kaija with our weakened state Nerrti and I are greatly at risk in a fight." My pointing out of our weakened state makes Nerrti somewhat upset. I can feel it. I can't spend time dwelling on it. Kaija seems to swell with pride at the thought of being my personal bodyguard. Theirs that blush again, dirty Kaija that's not what I mean by guarding my body. Heh, moving on I look at little Kri looking all serious. I can't help but squee a little bit inside, I'm actually somewhat glad I'm all bones right now. I'd be smiling like an idiot otherwise. Kneeling down to her level and tousling her pale white hair. "Do you think you can manage helping Kaija in her very important task?" She gives me a wide smile nodding her head fast. I can feel Nerrti's eyes burrowing into my back. My connection to her is a lot stronger than the others, probably because we're the same kind of undead. Anyway, the point is she feels somewhat envious and… anticipation… I have a feeling about that, not sure if it's a good one or not.

I take a short stroll around my ziggurat… pyramid… what's the difference again? Man... is having no brain making me easily distracted. Oh, what's that, it seems in my musing my body moved on auto-pilot to a very well decorated door opening it I found a large lavishly decorated living space. It's so clean… I don't even want to touch anything with how dusty and gross I am, must be kept clean with magic. Moving to a large window with heavy metal shutters as I am now I can barely get them open. On a small note, they are smartly directed away from the door to prevent accidentally ashing my vampires… so that's nice.

Looking out at the beautifully carved natural dip in the landscape my ziggurat was built into. I spend a few hours admiring the sands and the way they glitter almost like rubies in the sunlight. I sit there for quite a while before sweeping my gaze across the structure itself. It was obviously built to be lived in. The structure was massive consisting of several terraced landings several having obviously abandoned gardens looking more closely it seemed at one point water flowed down the ziggurat emptying out into what I guess used to be a lake below. Looking more closely towards the setting sun I can see what seems to have once been a bridge leading off into the west it's mostly buried now. This place was probably once very beautiful.

*Ping*

A Return to Glory:

Your land once beautiful and prosperous now lay in ruin. This is unacceptable! Return it to its former glory and refound your empire.

Rewards:

[2500p, 25x level chip, 15x 10 Stat point chips, Title: King of Kings Unlocks Quest Lines: Take it by Storm, Power from the Shadows, Opening Political Discourse, A New Order]

Accept? [Y/N]

Well, that certainly is a hell of a first quest.

'Alright, Aris I'll see what I can do.'

({[All right I think that's a good start for now. Especially considering it's that largest single chapter I've put out to date! So firstly points to those who caught the references. Secondly, I'm going to be leaning heavily on Necromancer CYOA by The Scientist sorry if that bothers people. Lastly, I want to say it's going to be a bit of a weird one that might take a bit for the star war bit to move to the front after all the setup. Oh before I forget I own nothing stuff belongs to the people it does.]})

({[Ps: Thank you to the people that came here from my DOA of a first attempt at this kind of story hopefully this goes better. Live long and Prosper!]})