(Authors note: some ideas such as the lost were taken from the kobold chapter of this story, I'd credit the author but it was anonymous)
The orb speaks up once more, distracting you from the green, flowing landscapes and all its strange people. "Now then, there's a few things I may have not mentioned. You see, gathering souls from other planes is actually quite time-consuming and requires potent rituals or strong magic users. It is for this reason that I am generally hired by a community to collect for them."
You looked at the orb a bit confused, it had originally made it sound like the choice would most likely be yours. "So what exactly does that mean for me?" You ask.
"It means that a certain town or village or race has hired me specifically to find souls for them as they are planning to reproduce. Some cultures here have a time of year or other traditions and thus know when couples may be expecting" the orb explained as you followed as best you could.
"If conception happens without a soul, the pregnancy or egg or whatever that race uses most likely will be lost, or worse born without a soul and thus having no determination between right and wrong, or at least lack the ability to care about being right or wrong" the orb explained "these people are called the lost, and are very dangerous to our world"
You would nod but having no physical body you couldn't. "As for choices" the orb continued "I'm afraid your limited. I've been contracted by a small village with 2 races. Satyrs and Nymphs. I believe your world has myths about them. Satyrs are all male and nymphs are all female. They mate and their daughters are nymphs and their sons are satyrs"
Suddenly the landscape changed as you saw the village. It was a small village in the middle of a forest, nice and shaded but also close to a clearing for sunlight. It seemed rather isolated. The orb floats into a hut like structure and you can't help but notice they are all walking around naked and exposed. "They have a culture which embraces the beauty of the body" the orb explains, still reading your mind. "They wear loincloths only when they travel to villages of other races"
You enter the hut and see a satyr and nymph going at it. They humped away at a fast rhythm. The orb seemed to chuckle "your worlds stories of their lives centering around sex and wine weren't too far off the mark" it said. The orb floated over the head of a human man sitting in a meditative state. The orb floated over that man "this is me in physical form, and those are going to be your parents"
You didn't have much time to question the orb anymore as you got drawn towards the couple. Your soul enters into the female as the male climaxed. As his sperm fertilized her egg you got sucked into the egg.
The orb vanished as the Cleric woke from his meditation and smiled at the now panting couple. "I found a lost soul willing to be recycled, so congratulations" he said smiling warmly. The couple also smiled very excited that they're child would be healthy.
A nymph pregnancy takes about 8 months to complete and in that time as your body developed your mind and memories fading for your access. The last choice your soul had, the last bit of influence you had over your destiny, if you will be a male satyr or a female nymph.