Zachariah Jax
Age 16
Human (F)
Level 3
Avatar of Storm
Health Points: 440
Mana Points: 1000
Stamina Points: 455
Strength: 14
Dexterity: 17
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 70
Wisdom: 55
Charisma: 10
Perception: 17
Will: 45
Title: First of Class
5% Ice Affinity
6% Lightning Affinity
Zachariah adjusted the strap of his pack as he left the Flower Fox Inn, the morning sun casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets of Flavion. The city buzzed with activity, merchants shouting their wares and adventurers clad in various types of armor making their way to the guild hall. Zachariah's heart raced with excitement; today was the day he would register as an adventurer and begin his journey to becoming a legend.
He made his way through the bustling streets, his senses heightened by his new class. The air seemed charged with energy, and he could feel the mana flowing through the city, intertwining with the natural elements around him. As he walked, he couldn't help but practice his newfound skills, subtly manipulating the mana in his surroundings. A small spark of lightning danced between his fingertips, and he grinned, thinking of the potential that lay ahead.
Lightning Manipulation (Common)
You are able to control your lightning mana
Level 7
The adventurer's guild was a grand building, its stone facade decorated with banners and emblems of various guilds and parties. As he entered, the noise and energy of the place hit him like a wave. Adventurers of all types filled the hall, some examining quest boards, others exchanging stories of their exploits. Zachariah approached the registration desk, where a stern-looking woman in light armor sat, her eyes sharp and assessing.
"Name?" she asked, not looking up from her papers.
"Zachariah Jax," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Age?"
"Sixteen."
"Class?"
He took a deep breath, the words feeling surreal as he spoke them. "Avatar of Storm."
Her pen paused mid-scratch, and she finally looked up, her eyes widening slightly. "Legendary class, huh? Haven't seen one of those in a long time. You must have some serious potential." She stamped a form and handed it to him. "Welcome to the guild, Zachariah. Make sure you check the quest boards and find a party if you're planning on hitting the dungeon. It's dangerous to go alone."
Zachariah nodded, taking the form and making his way to the quest boards. He scanned the various quests, looking for something that would suit his abilities. Most were requests for gathering materials or dealing with minor threats, but one, in particular, caught his eye: "Cleansing the Crypt of Eldara - Reward: 500 gold, high experience gain, rare items."
Perfect. He needed the experience, and the promise of rare items was too good to pass up. As he turned to find a party, a voice called out to him.
"Hey, you there! The new guy with the legendary class!"
Zachariah turned to see a group of adventurers approaching. At the front was a tall, muscular man with a broad smile and a confident demeanor. Behind him was a petite woman with a bow slung over her shoulder and a heavily armored knight carrying a massive shield.
"You looking for a party?" the man asked. "Name's Dorian. This is Lyra and Thorne," he said, gesturing to his companions. "We saw you eyeing the crypt quest. We're heading there ourselves and could use another member. You in?"
Zachariah considered for a moment. Dorian and his team looked experienced, and tackling a dungeon with a party would increase his chances of success. He nodded. "I'm in. Name's Zachariah."
"Great!" Dorian clapped him on the back. "Let's head out. The crypt's a bit of a trek, but we should be able to handle it."
As they made their way out of the city, Zachariah took the opportunity to get to know his new companions. Dorian was a seasoned warrior, Lyra an agile and deadly archer, and Thorne a stoic knight whose shield seemed impenetrable. They shared stories of their past adventures, and Zachariah was happy to get to know them.
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"So, Zachariah," Lyra said as they walked along a forest path, "how did you end up with a legendary class? Those are crazy rare."
Zachariah recounted his journey to the Arcane Eye, the ancient storm that granted him his class. His companions listened intently, their expressions a mix of awe and curiosity.
"That's incredible," Thorne said, his deep voice rumbling. "You're bound for greatness with a start like that."
Zachariah smiled, feeling a surge of pride. "I hope so. I want to make the most of this opportunity."
As they approached the entrance to the crypt, the atmosphere grew tense. The ancient stone structure loomed ahead, its entrance shrouded in darkness. Dorian held up a hand, signaling them to stop.
"Alright, team," he said, his tone serious. "We're heading into unknown territory. Stay alert and watch each other's backs. Zachariah, stick close to us and use your magic to support and attack from a distance."
They descended into the crypt, the air growing colder and the light dimmer with each step. Zachariah could feel the weight of the mana in the air, ancient and powerful. He summoned a small orb of lightning to light their way, the shadows dancing on the walls as they moved deeper into the crypt.
The first wave of undead came at them with little warning, skeletal warriors armed with rusted swords and shields. Dorian and Thorne moved to the front, their weapons clashing with bone and steel. Lyra's arrows whistled through the air, striking with deadly precision.
Zachariah focused his mana, calling forth a storm of ice shards that tore through the undead ranks. He felt the power surge through him, the thrill of battle sharpening his senses. With each spell, he grew more confident, his control over the elements becoming more refined.
Ice Shard (Common)
A very basic ice spell
An icy spike launches from your palm
Damage depends on ice skills and mana used
Level 6
They pushed deeper into the crypt, facing waves of undead and navigating treacherous traps. Zachariah's magic proved invaluable, his spells turning the tide of battle and providing crucial support.
As they reached the inner sanctum, a chilling presence filled the air. The walls were lined with ancient runes glowing with an eerie light, and at the center of the room stood their formidable foe: a lich, its skeletal form draped in tattered robes, eyes glowing with malevolent energy. It clutched a staff crackling with dark magic, and its hollow voice echoed through the chamber.
“Foolish mortals. You dare to disturb my sanctuary?”
Dorian raised his sword, his eyes narrowing with determination. “Get ready,” he shouted, charging forward with his sword raised high. Thorne moved beside him, shield at the ready, while Lyra nocked an arrow, her gaze focused and steady.
Zachariah felt a surge of adrenaline. This was his moment to prove himself. He summoned the storm within him, feeling the raw power of his magic course through his veins. As Dorian and Thorne engaged the lich in close combat, Zachariah unleashed a torrent of lightning bolts, each one striking with precision.
The lich raised its staff, creating a barrier of dark energy that absorbed the lightning. It retaliated with a wave of necrotic energy, forcing Dorian and Thorne back. Lyra’s arrows flew through the air, but the lich deflected them with a flick of its wrist.
Zachariah focused his mana, channeling it into a powerful spell. “Ice Shard!” he shouted, launching a barrage of icy spikes at the lich. The shards pierced the dark barrier, shattering it and forcing the lich to stagger.
“Now!” Dorian roared, slashing at the lich with his sword. Thorne followed with a crushing shield bash, pushing the lich further back. Lyra seized the moment, her arrows striking true and embedding themselves in the lich’s skeletal frame.
The lich let out a guttural hiss, its eyes blazing with fury. It swung its staff, releasing a wave of shadowy tendrils that lashed out at the group. Zachariah barely dodged in time, feeling the cold touch of dark magic graze his skin. He retaliated with a powerful “Thunder Strike,” sending a beam of electric energy crashing into the lich.
Thunder Strike (Uncommon)
A basic lightning spell
A clap of thunder shoots out a beam of energy from your palm
Damage depends on lightning skills and mana used
Level 4
The lich screeched, the electric energy coursing through its bones. It raised its staff once more, summoning a horde of skeletal minions from the ground. The room filled with the clatter of bones as the undead soldiers charged at them.
“Hold the line!” Dorian shouted, slashing through the nearest skeleton. Thorne swung his shield, smashing the undead minions to pieces, while Lyra’s arrows continued to rain down, picking off the skeletons one by one.
Zachariah knew they had to focus on the lich. Ignoring the lesser threats, he concentrated his mana, feeling the storm within him grow stronger. “Storm Blast!” he cried, sending a powerful punch of stormy energy directly at the lich.
Storm Blast (Uncommon)
A very basic storm spell
A stormy punch crashes from your fist
Damage depends on storm skills and mana used
Level 3
The blast hit the lich squarely in the chest, sending it flying back against the wall. The dark energy surrounding it flickered and weakened. Sensing an opportunity, Zachariah pushed forward, calling upon the full power of his legendary class.
He raised his hands, summoning a massive vortex of arcane energy. The storm within him roared to life, ice, lightning, and arcane magic swirling together in a tempest of destruction. “This ends now!” he shouted, unleashing the full force of his magic.
Skill Gained
Cyclonic Crusher (Rare)
A basic storm spell
A maelstrom wave smashes into your foes
Damage depends on storm skills and mana used
Level 1
The vortex struck the lich with devastating power, the combined elements tearing through its defenses. The lich let out a final, piercing scream as the arcane storm consumed it, its skeletal form disintegrating into dust.
As the echoes of battle faded, the chamber grew silent. The skeletal minions crumbled to the ground, lifeless once more. Zachariah stood panting, the afterglow of his magic still crackling around him. He had done it. They had defeated the lich.
Dorian clapped him on the back, a broad grin on his face. “Well done, Zachariah. That was some impressive magic.”
Thorne nodded in agreement. “You’ve proven yourself today.”
Lyra smiled, lowering her bow. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a powerful ally.”
Among the treasures and relics scattered around the sanctum, Zachariah found a particularly intriguing item: an ancient tome pulsing with arcane energy. He could feel its power resonating with his own.
“Looks like you found something special,” Lyra said, peering over his shoulder.
Zachariah nodded, feeling the weight of the tome in his hands. “I think this is just the beginning.”