“There is in this world, a universal principal of cause and effect. If an object is pushed, it will move. If an object is thrown, it will fall. But this concept is not restricted to the physical, it extends to sentiment as well. If an Eye of Kalef is drawn on a door, a shrieking sound will be heard when that door is opened by an intruder. If the Felcan Mantra is chanted at midnight on the 5th Maril of Spring, the chanter’s fertility will increase. Simple cause and effect.
“Veran is merely an extension of this principle. When a person performs an act of kindness, they accrue veran, and that veran in turn increases their fortune. A kind word could be the difference between levelling in ten years or nine. It could be the difference between a slight bump and a broken neck. In this way, it is not merely right to be kind, but actively beneficial.”
From “The Book of Veran” By Nocteus
1st Waril, Autumn, 374th Year, 84th Era, 2nd Age (6 days later)
A great cacophony of shouting filled the deck of the Silver Bass as its crew eased it into the port of Elinara. The harbour floor was only just deep enough to take the massive cargo ship. Normally it would only have sailed to the much bigger port on Miotara but Joseph had paid an exorbitant sum to add this stretch to their journey.
He could have sought passage on a different ship after reaching Miotara, but that would have brought the risk of needing to wait for a captain sailing in the right direction. With how precious each moment was, he couldn’t take the chance.
Even as it was, the journey from Kathresh had taken six days, a full week. Though he knew that Voidling was in good hands, he was still anxious to return. Having such a grievous mistake hanging over him was not a pleasant feeling. Worse was that he would never be able to repay his debt to Voidling if he could not be saved. Both his conscience and his honour demanded he give everything necessary to this task, regardless of the cost.
“We’re ready to disembark, Lord Elder Sir.” Said one of the Silver Bass’s crew, shaking him from his thoughts.
“Very good, I shouldn’t be more than a few hours. I trust you will be ready to leave as soon as I return?”
The sailor stared at him for a few moments before replying. “Right you are sir. Ready soon as y’ get back.”
Joseph smiled to himself as he strode off to the gangplank. He could hear the sailor muttering behind him after he seemed to be out of earshot.
“S’ a bloody steam ship, can’t jus’ set off like some magic bloody carpet.” He regretted not travelling more, this would have been fun without the time crunch.
The port town of Elinara, named for the island that it was built on, was a tiny place. The fairies had set up the city of Tiran Sollis on Miotara, where elixir from the font of essence was collected and shipped off, but the other eleven fairy islands were almost without urbanisation. They each had a small harbour with a few hundred buildings; but beyond the creation arrays, which made cala essence to refuel the ships, there was nothing of note.
Fairies were creatures of mana and spirit. They had no real needs beyond sufficient ambient mana and a few hours of sleep. Naturally, they had little use for trade.
Their entire culture revolved around using sorcery to create art. It had always amused Joseph that the grand magic which most humans viewed with awe and fear had been created for lack of a paintbrush.
After walking along a street lined by elaborate, hexagonal buildings, Joseph came to a large, platinum arch where the paved road became a grassy plain, stretching off until it was covered by forest. To the side of the arch a fist sized ball of purple light rested on an inactive flying carpet, with four tendrils spread out across it.
“Greetings, I am Elder Verar Elin. What brings you to Elinara?” asked the fairy in Nocturnal, the most widespread human language, their voice like someone singing. Their tendrils dangled beneath them as they floated up so that their orb-like body was level with Joseph’s eyes.
“Greetings Elder Verar, I am Elder Joseph Ashbourne. I seek the aid of Ledal Ancient Dantor Elin.” he replied. He might have been more surprised that an elder at level 296 was guarding a tiny port were he not aware that each of the fairy isles was surrounded by a massive destruction enchantment. This was the only entrance to the island.
“For what purpose do you require an ancient’s strength?”
“I summoned a person from beyond the void, whose nature contradicts our reality. To save him I need to create a soul that can support his mind. Only an ancient can create such a soul.”
Joseph was taken aback by the sudden wave of annoyance and resignation he briefly felt from the fairy’s aura before it was brought back under control. “Get on,” the fairy said as their carpet began to float up.
Joseph released a small amount of his confusion through his aura as he stepped on to the carpet. He assumed that the fairy elder had as much trouble reading his expression as he had understanding their shifting lights.
“I don’t need to ask you any more questions because I already know what Ledal Ancient Dantor will say,” the fairy elder explained.
While they spoke, the carpet shot off over the forest.
“The crazy old git takes any excuse they can to get off the island. And I have to go with them because if I don’t, those fools on the council will be wittering on at me constantly. As if anything west of Eurus could harm them…”
Joseph’s attention was divided between listening to Elder Verar’s strangely musical rant, and taking in the sights below. Every now and then, there would be a clearing in the forest containing a small collection of artwork.
Some held statues, some paintings, he even saw one that held a group of fountains. As they flew deeper into the island, the art grew in both complexity and quality. Possession of fairy artwork was one of the ultimate status symbols, as so few were ever sold. The dozen or so pieces that he had seen paled to even the glimpses he caught as they passed above the more central clearings.
After half an hour or so they drew near to the center of Elinara and Joseph caught a glimpse of several massive, domed fortresses. He assumed that they were built by the fairies to protect their nurseries. From what he recalled, the need to protect their children was one of the few instincts that the fairies possessed.
He lost sight of them moments later when they dropped down to the ground in front of a large mound in the forest. Even then Elder Verar was still complaining.
“It’s not like I can’t compose while traveling, but why would I want to compose while protecting some old fart when I could compose while protecting the children? It’s so stup… ah, we’re here.” The irritable fairy shook their tendrils out before floating into the cave in the mound, gesturing for Joseph to follow.
The cave was lit by little studs of platinum embedded in the walls. However, unlike the lighting enchantments in Joseph’s tower, these created an uneven light that threw shadows across the walls. It seemed intended to enhance the murals painted onto them, though Joseph had a few levels of dark sight which mitigated the effect.
The scenes depicted were from various human, geist and nereid legends about wandering fairies helping lost and endangered children find their way home. The cave spiralled around and up, the stories advancing as they climbed, reaching scenes of reunited families just before they arrived at a small room at the top.
An enchantment on the ceiling created a copy of the swirling colours of the night sky, and various landscapes from all over the world of Kelric were painted on the walls. In the center of the room a fairy, almost indistinguishable from Elder Verar hovered over a mostly blank canvas, small patches of paint appearing every few moments.
Flickers of mana and aura filled the room for a few moments as the two fairies talked in Sioran, the silent language of their species. The unfinished painting disappeared and the ancient fairy started heading for the entrance. “Come along child,” they said, waving a tendril at Joseph.
“With,” Joseph paused to clear his throat, “With all due respect Ledal Ancient Dantor, I am over 500 years old.”
“Exactly. You might as well have been born yesterday,” the shameless ancient said. “Now hurry up, mysterious creatures from beyond the void won’t save themselves.”
Joseph stared into space for a few moments before shrugging and following the others out of the cave. That had not been nearly as difficult as he’d expected.
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[You have gained a level in Mathematics.]x6
[You have gained a level in Multitasking.]x6
[You have reached level 10 in Mathematics. Increase your realm to level further.]
[You have reached level 10 in Multitasking. Increase your realm to level further.]
Nathan was confused. Again. This time it was for a slightly less nebulous reason, but he was confused nonetheless. It took until 3231 for him to get level ten in maths and multitasking. That was over 3000 sets more than enhanced time sense.
Why was there such a disparity? If anything, he should have levelled time sense slower since he was hardly doing anything to train it. With a mental sigh, Nathan gave up on figuring out the answer. Maybe skills were just much harder to level up.
Regardless, now that he had maxed out everything he had available, he needed something else to do. Memory was the only thing that he knew could definitely be trained, since Fariel had mentioned it.
With level ten visualisation he could probably create a mind palace. If he was remembering right, you just created images associated with your memories to help you remember them and he felt fairly confident in his ability to create images.
The only problem was finding something to remember. He didn’t want to memorise the host user contract for the same reason he didn’t use it to train tempus. And he didn’t think creating a mind palace of things he already remembered would be that useful. Maybe he cou…
[Administrator Fariel: Hello again. I have a few minutes before I’ll have to go again. I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but I only really have time for one or two.]
Think of the devil. The moment he finished reading the message he asked the first question that came to mind. Why do skills level up so much slower?
[Administrator Fariel: Really? That’s your question? Not “What’s going on?” or “Where am I?” Seriously?]
Are the answers to those both confusing and incredibly depressing?
[Administrator Fariel: … yes. Yes, they are.]
Then why would I want to know. I have enough trouble staying focused without knowing just how screwed I am. So: why do skills level so much slower?
[Administrator Fariel: Right… Well, it’s rather complicated, but to summarise it: as you train abilities or stats or skills, you generate training-type sentiment, which is what the system uses to raise your various attributes. Challenge, danger and pain each increase the rate at which sentiment gets produced which in turn raises levelling speed. However, for reasons I don’t really have time to go into, challenge, danger and pain affect skills less, and that disparity increases as the level of challenge, etc increases. You are dealing with so much pain, danger and challenge that the disparity is incredibly pronounced. You may have actually set some sort of record.]
So the skills are actually levelling much faster than normal. Just not as much as the abilities and stats.
[Administrator Fariel: Exactly. Now I’ve got to go, but I’m going to send you a series of notifications I made on my day off. Make sure you read them in order, and don’t mess with your settings until you’ve worked through them all. It will probably be quite a while before I can check in again, so… hang in there, I guess.]
Fariel?
Honestly, how hard was it to say goodbye? No manners that… woman? Man? Obscenely powerful, godlike being? Whatever. Nathan put aside his completely, 100% real irritation and brought up the first notification.
[Fariel’s Comprehensive Guide to Nocturnal and its Various Dialects.]
Holy admin privileges, this thing was huge. It was even bigger than the Host-User Contract, which was saying something. From what he could tell it was a series of small dictionaries, interspersed with grammar tutorials and passages in what was presumably Nocturnal. As he skimmed through it Nathan realised what Fariel had meant about the settings; a voice would speak every word that wasn’t in English as he read it.
This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
Well. This would certainly give him something to put in his mind palace.
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2nd Teril, Autumn, 374th Year, 84th Era, 2nd Age (5 days later)
Joseph watched the flickering lights pass by through the window of the private carriage he had booked for the trip back from Palraith. Many of the lighting enchantments in the tunnels between the cities of the Elder Federation were in dire need of repair.
Fortunately, the next scheduled maintenance was only a year or so away, even low mana enchantments like those used for light wore out after almost a decade of use. The tracks would be fine of course. They hadn’t needed changing since Joseph was still in his two hundreds, such was the nature of callosium.
Opposite his armchair, Dantor was painting on a large table that had been added to the carriage at their request. What had been an almost blank canvas on Elinara, had become a clear image of the Tiran Sollis harbour, though without any people.
From the back of the carriage, the whistling sounds of Atlantean issued forth from Verar. Why the fairy chose to compose in the nereid tongue was beyond Joseph, but he couldn’t complain. Atlantean was supposed to sound better underwater, but he thought the music sounded just fine as it was.
Eventually, stronger light filled the carriage as they exited the tunnel into King’s Gate station. Their train slowed down, winding through the maze of tracks until it reached their destination at platform 47. Dantor put his painting away as they rose to leave; literally in the case of the fairies.
As he stepped onto the platform, he took a moment to look around the enormous cavern. The ceiling, dozens of meters above, rested on towering pillars. Lampposts on the platforms and connecting bridges lit the ground while hundreds of interconnected illusion enchantments on the ceiling mimicked the sky almost a kilometre above.
Every surface, from the platforms, to the pillars, to even the rails beneath the trains, were covered in carvings and murals produced by great artists from throughout Kathresh’s long history. Woven through it all, purification enchantments kept everything, from the trains to the air itself, perfectly clean. King’s Gate was the first part of Kathresh that most people saw and it was built to impress.
The trio of higher beings made their way through the crowds to the central pillar, which had a surface exit, where they boarded one of the elevators within.
As the elevator rose, stability enchantments kept its passengers from feeling the rapid ascent. Joseph maintained a calm expression and aura with practiced ease as the other passengers of the large high-bronze box took furtive glances at him and the fairies.
Joseph had long become used to the attention his level brought. He was just thankful that, unlike with famous artists or actors, no one would ever approach an elder. His power brought him respect and fear in equal measure, though none on the high council would allow someone who would abuse their power to continue living. The elders of the federation were beholden only to the judgement of their peers, but that was a difficult standard to live up to for some.
The other passengers stepped out of the lift once it reached the underground rail network, just dozens of meters below the surface. Joseph and the fairies, meanwhile, continued up, to leave from the main entrance of King’s Gate. From there it was only a few minutes carpet ride to Joseph’s tower in the inner city.
“I don’t know how much progress has been made in my absence but I’m sure someone will be able to walk you through what needs doing. I’ll be checking over the enchantments if you need me for anything.
“Elder Verar, there is a sitting room just next door to the workroom, if you are content to leave Ledal Ancient Dantor alone.” Joseph said as they rode the lift to the fifth floor of his tower.
The perpetually disgruntled elder created a snort, using sorcery in place of a nose. “Somehow, I think the level 600 ancient will be in little danger here. Unless you're hiding a dragon under your robes.”
“You can rest assured then, as I am no space mage.” Joseph replied, chuckling as his fellow elder created another snort.
Once the lift reached the fifth floor, Verar disappeared through the first door, while Joseph and Ancient Dantor made their way into the workroom. They found the group of mages gathered around a table covered by a large pool of red sludge, which slowly dripped onto the floor.
“It doesn’t make sense. The body is as close to a perfect copy as is possible. Are you sure it isn’t the connection?” said Sophia Barthas, the fauna mage.
The soul mage, Adept Robert, gave her a frustrated look, as he replied, “I checked it three times before each attempt. It must be the body.”
“Could it be a problem with the spirit?” Adept Hannah asked. The gathered mages just looked at her. “I’m only trying to help,” the woman said, completely indifferent.
The group turned to the door as Julianna’s voice sounded from the far end of the room, where she was watching over Voidling. “Welcome back father.” she said, though her eyes were fixed on the ancient at his side.
With everyone’s attention on him Joseph introduced Dantor and asked the wide-eyed group to explain their current problem, mentioning to speak in Nocturnal rather than Kathreshi.
“Well you see,” High Initiate Sophia began, “the designs for the soul, spirit and body are as perfect as we can feasibly make them. However, in every trial we run something causes the body to collapse. As you can see. The spirit,” she threw a meaningful glance at Adept Hannah, “is completely fine, but severe damage is done to the connection between the soul and spirit. Nothing we change seems to make a difference to the result.”
“Hmm… let me take a look.” Ancient Dantor said. At this pronouncement, a ripple spread through the room’s mana, originating from the fairy.
Joseph assumed that they were using a technique reminiscent of echolocation. He could do something similar but, with his lower stats, it would reveal little more than he could already see.
“Now that is fascinating.” Dantor said, “Your problem is indeed the body. Voidling’s original body, as I’m sure you have noticed, is not made from essence. However, when you look at it on an extremely small scale it is not even solid. The problem is that his body is constructed from tiny balls of matter. When you link your test mind to a body made from solid essence it causes the new body to go haywire, and break down.”
“Tiny balls? You mean like minimum partition theory?” asked Sophia.
“Precisely.”
“But minimum partition theory was disproved millennia ago.”
Dantor raised their tendrils in the fairy equivalent of a shrug. “We are dealing with a being from outside our reality, are we not? There are no limits to what is possible.”
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[You have gained the Language skill.]
[Language 1st Lvl 1: You are better at using and learning languages.]
[You have gained the Memory Technique skill.]
[Memory Technique 1st Lvl 1: You are better at using and learning memory techniques.]
[You have gained the Enhanced Memory ability.]
[Enhanced Memory 1st Lvl 1: Your memory is improved.]
[You have gained a level in Language.]x9
[You have gained a level in Memory Technique.]x9
[You have gained a level in Enhanced Memory.]x9
[You have reached level 10 in Language. Increase your realm to level further.]
[You have trained five skills to level 10. You have attained an Achievement: +1 Achievement Point.]
[You have reached level 10 in Memory Technique. Increase your realm to level further.]
[You have gained the 1st tier bonus for Enhanced Memory. Increase your realm to level further.]
[Enhanced Memory 1st Lvl 10: Your memory is improved. Your mind's ability to locate memories that have been retrieved previously is greatly improved.]
It amazed Nathan how easily he had learned Nocturnal. It had been slow going at first but, as his new skills and ability grew in level, he started to make progress at an increasingly ridiculous pace. He couldn’t be sure, but his time perception gave him the impression that it had only taken a few weeks for him to reach the end of Fariel’s guide.
In that time his fumbling attempts at creating a mind palace advanced by leaps and bounds. In the beginning, he hadn’t really known what he was doing and mostly just learned words through repetition.
However, when he got the first level of memory technique, he felt an instinct guiding him that had been almost unnoticeable in the other skills. Nathan assumed that he hadn’t noticed with the other skills because reading and maths were things that he already had some basic ability at, whereas he knew almost nothing about memory techniques.
Regardless, his skill guided him to create and memorise a location, he used corridors to start with. Then, once he had a location clear in his mind, he tied a given word and it’s meaning to part of that location. Some he attached to pillars, some to doors, windows, paintings, anything really.
His palace had slowly grown from a little corridor of a few dozen words, to a sprawling mess of corridors, stairways and even a few garden paths. All told, the Nocturnal palace contained just shy of 10,000 words, with various common dialectic versions and grammar rules sprinkled in amongst them.
After finishing Nocturnal, Nathan took a quick break to investigate the achievement point he had gotten after maxing out language.
[Achievement Points: Sentiment generated by the historical consciousness, which can be used for one of six purposes: increasing your realm, increasing your stats up to the realm cap, increasing your skill levels, increasing your ability levels, increasing your power levels, increasing a class’s grade.]
Interesting as it was, the explanation left him with more questions than before. While it was interesting that he could raise his skill and ability levels instantly, it would be horribly inefficient. Fifty skill levels gave him one achievement point, which in turn bought one skill level. On the other hand, it could be a good way to level something like pain tolerance without torturing yourself.
The stat points seemed a bit better with one achievement point providing ten stat points, but training still seemed better to him. Setting aside his unanswerable questions about classes, powers and realms, Nathan moved on to the next language.
After the guide to Nocturnal there was a guide to the “Federal Tongues” which was a set of six languages that were just barely different enough to be separate languages. He still gave them each their own palaces in the end, even though they only took up a third of the space that Nocturnal did.
After that had been guides for Albic and Atlantean, which both had dozens of dialects and filled four full sized palaces each. Nathan was almost certain that Atlantean wasn’t a human language, since he was sure he couldn’t have made the sounds needed to speak it even if he still had his mouth.
As he looked down the street he had made to connect his palaces together, Nathan marvelled at the sheer scale of his progress. The view didn’t have the crystal clarity that he could maintain in a single corridor, there was too much to picture, but even blurry it was impressive.
His only real concern was that he seemed to have been disembodied for months, his time perception put the total somewhere between three to nine. Not the most specific, but it was based on guesswork and memory. Nathan was fairly confident he could do better with an example unit of time to work from.
After what felt like a month, he’d started to wonder how he was still alive. He hadn’t slept at all in the time he had spent in the void, and since Fariel’s last message he hadn’t spoken to another person. After Fariel’s explanation of how the system worked, vague as it was, he had wondered why he hadn’t gotten abilities from being alone or not sleeping and other things like that.
When the thought first occurred to him, he assumed that there weren’t abilities like that. But a while later, he got two new ability notifications.
[You have gained the Isolation Tolerance ability.]
[Isolation Tolerance 1st Lvl 1: Your ability to endure isolation is increased.]
[You have gained the Insomnia ability.]
[Insomnia 1st Lvl 1: You require less sleep.]
After that, he thought that he had to believe that something was possible to train for him to get an ability for it. In that vein he had thought about everything from starvation to boredom, and, eventually, his persistence was rewarded
[You have gained the Trauma Tolerance ability.]
[Trauma Tolerance 1st Lvl 1: Your ability to endure trauma is increased.]
That was one theory near enough confirmed. There could be some other reason for him getting the new abilities now, but it was good enough proof for him. Question answered, he put the information in the tiny shed between the Nocturnal and Palraithi palaces where he kept his system knowledge, and moved on. Of course, he eventually got the 1st tier bonuses for his new abilities.
[You have gained a level in Isolation Tolerance.]x9
[You have trained five abilities to level 10. You have attained an Achievement: +1 Achievement Point.]
[You have gained the 1st tier bonus for Isolation tolerance. Increase your realm to level further.]
[Isolation Tolerance 1st Lvl 10: Your ability to endure isolation is increased. You cannot go truly mad from isolation.]
[You have gained a level in Insomnia.]x9
[You have gained the 1st tier bonus for Insomnia. Increase your realm to level further.]
[Insomnia 1st Lvl 10: You require less sleep. You do not experience tiredness. This effect is togglable.]
[You have gained a level in Trauma Tolerance.]x9
[You have gained the 1st tier bonus for Trauma Tolerance. Increase your realm to level further.]
[Trauma Tolerance 1st Lvl 10: Your ability to endure trauma is increased. You cannot be driven truly mad by trauma.]
They weren’t as immediately applicable as the other bonuses he had gotten. He wasn’t tired before he received the bonuses, but the isolation and trauma ones were probably good. He didn’t know what “truly mad” meant and, to be honest, he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t already gone mad. Although… he was constantly seeing things that weren’t there.
After contemplating the mysteries of his current life for a while longer he turned away from the finished palaces and looked out into the swirling, purple clouds which the street faded into. Originally, it had abruptly ended in an empty black void, but Nathan eventually changed it to the clouds because he liked the idea that there was a whole world of knowledge out there, and he was slowly revealing it.
With a flex of his will, he cleared a new section of clouds in preparation for building his fifteenth palace. The next guide covered something called Sioran, which was unbelievably weird to experience.
The written part was normal enough, but the ‘spoken’ version was a collection of strange sensations that were unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Nathan had enjoyed the random insights the previous guides had given him into the world he now knew was called Kelric, but this promised to be a whole different level of interesting.
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4th Faril, Spring, 375th Year, 84th Era, 2nd Age (2 seasons, 15 days later)
195 days. Just over 32 weeks. Half a gods-damned year.
As they struggled to design a body that stood a chance of working, their team of eight had grown, bit by bit, until they occupied a dozen different floors of Ashbourne tower. The number of mages working to save Voidling had grown so large that Elder Ashbourne had needed to employ dedicated administrators to keep everything straight.
There were experts from all across the Elder Federation, specialising in everything from fundamental alchemy to divination. Collectively they had run hundreds of tests, trials and experiments. They had tried everything they could think of only taking the odd, often accidental, step forwards.
Maria was truly glad that she didn’t know the cost of it all. House Ashbourne was older than the federation itself so she had no doubt that Joseph could stand the cost. But it would still be a horrendous figure.
While their progress towards saving Voidling had slowly inched along, they had made massive strides in almost a dozen tangentially related fields. With this much collective expertise, and near unlimited funding, they had all pushed their own specialisations forward at least a little.
The biggest prize for many however, was the levels; between the 116 people working on the project, they had gained almost 200. Several people had reached the peak of their realm, with two actually advancing to become adepts.
By far the greatest beneficiary of the situation though, was Maria herself. She had gained three levels in the first six weeks, and with the grand achievement she had gotten for stabilising Voidling in the beginning, she had been able to advance straight to elder.
The long-term ramifications of becoming one of the most powerful people in Kathresh were put on the back burner however; much to the annoyance of her more self-interested family members. Just days after ascending, she had thrown herself back into the research, the extra stats and her new class’s powers helping her push things forward very slightly faster than before.
As it transpired, re-joining the project had been an excellent choice from a personal perspective, though she would have done it regardless. Unlike her first class, Maria’s new class was more geared towards research. So, despite the increase in level cost that came with a second class, she gained seven additional levels while she worked.
And now, at last, they had done it. The 17th floor lab was crammed full of people watching in exhausted excitement as the various fauna mages ran the last few tests.
On a table in the middle of the room, lay a fully functioning, completely stable body. Two whole seasons of work had finally culminated in a living system capable of simulating Voidling’s world just well enough to not immediately fall apart. It wasn’t actually functional of course. But the amalgam of ambient spirit, soul, mind and fauna essence was sufficient to show them that they had a plan that would work.
They were finally ready.
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[Status]
Name: Nathan Emmanuel Fellwood
Age: N/A
Species: Void-walker
Realm: Mortal
Level: 0
Strength: 3 (3/10)
Agility: 2 (2/10)
Vitality: 10 (10/10)
Tempus: 10 (10/10)
Scope: 10 (10/10)
Stat Points: 0 (0)
Achievement Points: 2
[Class/es]
N/A
[Skills 6]
Language 1st Lvl 10
Mathematics 1st Lvl 10
Memory Technique 1st Lvl 10
Multitasking 1st Lvl 10
Reading 1st Lvl 10
Visualisation 1st Lvl 10
[Abilities 8]
Echoes of the Barren Cosmos 1st (Innate)
Enhanced Memory 1st Lvl 10
Enhanced Time Perception 1st Lvl 10
Insomnia 1st Lvl 10
Isolation Tolerance 1st Lvl 10
Lightning Resistance 1st Lvl 10
Pain Tolerance 1st Lvl 10
Trauma Tolerance 1st Lvl 10