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Well, I'm dead. That was fast. I was 22 years old—not a very long life, but not a bad one either. I am pretty proud of the fact that I dodged Truck-Kun, but unfortunately, the streetlamp that he hit did the job for him. You really can't escape Truck-Kun, huh?
And now here I am in a void, no feelings on my body, no body at all, just my mind for god knows how long.
I am pretty surprised I'm not insane, or maybe I am. After all, I'm talking to myself, so this is it—just me, myself, and my regrets about not living my life in another way for eterni... Nope, there's the light.
"H.E.L.L.O.T.H.E.R.E", I heard echoing in my mind.
"General Kenobi", I answer; it was automatic, okay.
And then, for the first time since I arrived in this void, I heard something—a laugh, and hey, I have my body back. And Ewan McGregor is in front of me now, in Jedi robes. This is getting out of hand.
"I always knew you're Jesus," I say to the newly arrived.
"No, but it was a valid guess", he answered with mirth.
"The devil then, well fuck me".
"Once again, wrong; I'm not an entity that you or any human knows, so don't bother to keep guessing. I assumed this form because it seems to amuse you; I'm just here to send you on your way."
"To where exactly, if you don't mind me asking," I say cautiously.
"I'm sending you to your next life, in another world, more specifically Planetos," he says in a calm voice.
"YES, isekaied motherfucker! Praise the almighty truck! Wait a minute, Planetos? FUCK, do I get any power, or will I just be old me in another world?" I ask anxiously. GOT world is dangerous if you don't get any advantage, and how I am right now, I will be dead two days in the new life.
"I know you play D&D, so we'll make you a character sheet for your new you.", he said.
"But first, I want you to decide when you will be arriving in planetos; your options are the Age of Heroes, the Dance of Dragons, and the Greyjoy Rebellion," he said; okay, let's think about it.
Well, the age of heroes sounds like a bad idea because everybody was overpowered over there, you know, building giant fucking ice walls, fighting the white walkers, sea dragons, and shit. I shake my head, nah, I am good.
Everybody was more than an average human. I prefer an era where I can thrive with my power and not be one more brick in the wall. Besides, there is a lot of information that I don't have about the time.
The dance, well, fucking dragons everywhere; I don't know how magic will work on the dragons of Planetos; can they take a lot of punishment like the D&D counterparts? I know they are dumber, but I better avoid them just in case, and the general information problem again since I only saw the house of the dragon.
The Greyjoy rebellion, on the other hand, is in more familiar territory. There will be characters that I know, and I know how they act and think a little bit.
I can put myself in an excellent position if I help to fight off the rebellion, and depending on the amount of power I receive, it will be without much danger to my person. After all, the biggest concern would be Euron, and he's not that problematic to deal with at this time specifically—I hope so, at least.
"Well, Kenobi, I will be going to the Greyjoy rebellion," I say to the Jedi.
"It's decided then; now we shall select your race," he said back.
"Like the wingmen, giants, and the child of the forest or D&D races? can I know how I will look?" I ask, curious.
"Your appearance has not been determined yet, but you will have a human body regardless of your choice of race. The features you will possess will be based on a D&D race," he explained.
"So if I take a high elf, I won't sleep and will have elf weapon training and an extra cantrip, right?" I asked.
"You will also be able to see in the dark and farther thanks to your keen senses and dark vision, and magic will have a harder time enchanting you. It will be impossible to put you to sleep, but you can be knocked out," he lectured. "That's so cool, man. Do you need me to start a cult for you there? Because I will," I asked him with joy in my voice.
"I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't need the adoration or attention of mortals. Which race will you choose?" he said.
"How much time do I have to decide? Oh, can I have a book for all races?" I ask him
"Time has no meaning here," he says as he points to a table that appeared out of nowhere. A book rests on the table, floating in the void.
I took the book and looked at it. It was a compendium of races, and it spells, "Let's do this,"
Some time passes or not, but I really can't tell here. I chose a Warforged the Envoy subrace.
So basically, I don't need to eat, drink, or breathe, and I am immune to disease.
I don't need sleep, and it is harder to poison me, which is very, very important in this world.
I speak both high and low Valyrian as my chosen languages, which is a steal because low Valyrian is like ten languages, one for each colony of the Valyrian Freehold, I believe.
I can't be as resistant as a Warforged because I have to maintain a human body. However, I will have the features of a Warforged, even though I won't have a metal body, but that's okay. Armour is easy enough to get, and D&D rules don't restrict me from using it in Planetos.
I will be proficient in painting by my tool choice because there is no way I will be able to draw a magic circle anywhere with my ability.
"I have chosen Ben, I chose-" I started saying, but he interrupted.
"I'm aware of your choice; there is no need to say it. Now you shall select your class, and please, roll this die," he says and shows me a D4.
"Well, I will be a magic caster, obviously, but I can't decide which one," I say to the entity in front of me while I roll the dice. It was a 2, huh? Average.
"As a spellcaster, you will have access to a limited number of spells that you can cast per day. You can choose your spells from any class, but not all of them will be available to you. For example, spells like Revivify and others of the same kind are not an option for you, as only the most devout followers of R'hllor can access them."
He takes the D4 in hand. "This dice you rolled tells the number of "cheat" spells that you have. You will be able to cast them like cantrips, at will and with no limitations, but they must be under 5th level,"' he lectured in a calm voice. I think for a while and then respond.
"Well, it's the Game of Thrones world, so Detect Thoughts and Telekinesis" Because they're discreet and useful as fuck "but since I will be casting every ten minutes, can I have a version of Telekinesis that is always active and affects more than one creature?" I ask a certain Jedi.
"Yes, but I will have to change the effective area from 18m(60ft) to 10m(32ft)," He says without hesitation.
"Fair enough." I thought it was still a lot of reach.
"Now, Choose your class," he said
"I will be a druid; turning into an animal sounds so fun, and it's an easy way to escape from any situation." Just turn into a bird and fly away or a rat and hide in the wild, besides the espionage potential.
"Very well, roll these dice now." He gave me a D10 and a D8.
"Come on, give me that high score," I said as I rolled the D10 first. It was an 8.
"That is the number of cantrips that you have; the book I gave you has the list; choose from the ones written in it".
And so I spent an unknown amount of time selecting my cantrips, and they were Thaumaturgy, Spare the Dying, Message, Gust, Dancing Lights, Fire Bolt, Druidcraft, and Control Flames. It's time for the d8.
"I'm feeling it now, give me the crit!" and a crit I received 8 was the result.
"Congratulations, that is the number of spells you have. They must be under 5th level, as explained before," he said in a calm voice.
"Huh, disguise self. It's not on the list... oh right, god of many faces, well I will pick..."
Find Familiar, Guiding Bolt, Spiritual Weapon, Polymorph, Wall of Fire, Teleportation Circle, Silent Image, and Fabricate.
"Now I have an offer for you, a trade if you will. A druid can shapeshift into an animal twice a day, in your case, for one hour each," I nod, and he continues.
To determine the number of your spell slots, I will have you roll a D20. However, if you prefer, I can change this to a D12, which will decrease the number of spell slots you can potentially get.
"In exchange for that, I will have you roll a D10 for how long you can stay transformed as an animal and 1d8 for the number of times you can transform per day," he offered.
"Okay, but is there any way for me to increase my spell slots or learn new spells?" I ask, if I will get stuck with a pitfull amount of spells per day I prefer to not take the trade.
"Excellent question. You will receive new boons of magic when you enter places of great, powerful magic. The more powerful the place, the bigger the boon will be," he explained.
"Like the Wall and Valyria?" I inquire
"Precisely."
"In that case, I will take your trade, the dice please". He gave me the dice, and I rolled it.
In the D12, it was 11 for 11 spell slots per day.
For the D10, it fell in the number 5; I could stay in animal form for five hours.
And the last dice was 8, 8 transformations a day.
"Hell yeah, man, look at these numbers!" I scream into the void.
"Once again, congratulations on your dice rolls. Remember that you can only turn into animals you have already seen, and now, to finish, we will mould your new body,"
As he said, a clone of my body showed up beside him.
"Okay, let's at least look noble, so a tall boi: 1.93m(6′ 4)." The clone starts to stretch and grow until it reaches my parameters.
Oh nice, make it lean and have some muscle. Yeah, toned but not buff," The muscles start to get more apparent and firm.
"Ahem, can you make my wand into a staff, please? "The bulge in the trousers gets bigger. You would not do the same.
"Oh, Give a shoulder-length fire red hair," the once short black hair grows and changes colour.
Okay, this is getting quite good. "Slap some beard in that face and make it more masculine." Beards are men's makeup, after all. The jawline becomes more evident, and a beard grows in place of the shallow one. Nice.
"Now, for the eyes, how about greenish blue? Yeah, real magical eyes, okay, this dude looks fine as fuck!" I exclaim.
"That's you now " I hear that, and now I'm watching the old me in front of me. This will give me a headache.
I test my new body, stretch my arms and legs, and move around for a bit.
It's weird. Now I have more reach, more muscle, and more everything, really.
I am dressed in a long black fitted coat that goes almost to my heels, with silver embroidery and lined with a red-gold Damascus. I am also wearing dark, shiny boots, and I have a satchel with me.
"The clothes and the satchel are the only magical items you will receive. The clothes regenerate, never get dirty, and always look pristine. The inside of the satchel is the size of a chest and can't be stolen from you, for it always comes back. Choose a symbol and a motto."
I stop and think, well, I think I know what symbol will represent magic in Westeros from now on.
"I chose a white owl in a field of black and three white stars above" I stop and think.
"Light in the darkness." As I say, the symbol appears in the satchel, and I have a ring with the symbol's words on my finger.
"That is your arcane focus. Without him, casting spells will be difficult. Don't lose it," he pauses for a moment and then continues.
"It was a pleasure to help you. I hope you live the life you wished for. Farewell."
"Wait, thank you..." I'm walking down a mud path in the middle of a green forest.
"ah shit, here we go."
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