In the event of death, there is a 1:10,000 chance that you will reincarnate in a world not your own and Retain your Ego; that is, your memories and Mental Self. In that chance, there is a 1:10,000 chance that you will be given some sort of ability; the basic types are skills, or maybe talent, and these are called Classes, such as the famous 'Hero' to the infamous 'Maou' or 'Demon King'. Then, there's... well, then there's James. James is an idiot savant, essentially, and so, thinking it's a dream and that he'll wake up soon anyway, he chooses 'nothing'. He simply refuses to choose, and sits around in the Spirit Realm, meditating, for 100,000 years; in this way, he develops his own skills, instead of accepting one from the Gods. Now, there's no going back. After all, I didn't say his luck was 'Good' Luck, Did I?

In the Shattered World, the leftovers of humanity have adapted to the encroachment of the Supernatural into their lives. Building new cities anywhere they can find peace, such as canals and plateau's, they and the supernatural beings that escaped to earth work to clear off the evils that followed, that which drove the majority of sentient life to either the Sky, and certain cities, raised up above the ground. One such surface dweller, a Halfling, works amongst the multiple Corps to fortify and protect his Home, the Ravine City of Hart's Cove. Life is dangerous, but remarkably fulfilling. Now, if only he didn't have that pesky Roc following him around...