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@Versa Done. The stat distribution wasn't that big though lol
@TheMushroomLord I'm in there.
@Versa Before I forget again, since it's early, could I still redistribute my stats?

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Wally had made some horrible decisions in the past and apparently, today was no different. Well, it was actually worse than usual; he was certain that nothing topped dying. What he presumed to be his last moments of life weren't that spectacular. The sight of flashing headlights mashing with some loud honking, high-pitched pubescent screams, and the sensation of freshly soiled jeans was rather anticlimactic.

Wally's vision slowly dimmed as his wakefulness soon faded.

“All in one piece. All at the right location. All according to plan. My heroes, adjust yourselves to your new bodies and head south. The Glade is only safe for so long, so don’t you dare slack off.”

Wide awake and laying on the ground, Wally found himself not dead. Cautiously sitting up with eyes agape, the human turned Dwema, still a bit dizzy, was left speechless in disbelief.

"Whit jist happened?" Wally whispered to himself as he stared at his stocky legs and burly arms. But the moment he heard his voice, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Mah voice?! was 'at jist me?!"

Cupping his hand atop his mouth, Wally yet again found another reason to feel surprised. His gaze locked unto the thick and luscious beard that was resting over his face. The sensation of his fingers entangled in his very own facial hair was something he would never forget. By the way, his previous face was as clean as a baby's bum. This lasted for several minutes; it was a good thing no one was around.

With the help of some fresh and clean air along with the soothing vibrant sun, Wally eventually calmed down. Taking several breaths, he collected his thoughts. Aside from the vast amounts of wheat surrounding him, Wally had no idea where he was. He had several questions, but Wally knew that those could come later. With his stomach grumbling and appetite starting to make its presence felt, Wally was left with his best and only option. Taking in a massive breath, he let out a wailing cry.

"Heeeeelppppp! can anyain hear meeeeeee?! heeeeeeelppp!"



What a week, but at least its over now. Better late than never?

@Versa owo

I want what they're having?
Nope, no ETA at the moment.
Everyone's starting from the bottom.
@Sho Minazuki Style varies and is based on preference of the knight, but most will be in armor from head to toe. The weirdos usually deviate form this norm. The difference between knights that would distinguish their rank would be the color of their armor.

A thief arctype is fine, but an actual thief is no bueno.
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