Money in Remus was relatively straightforward, simple iron coins. Counterfeiting wasn’t too big a deal because, typically, the cost of trying to make your own coins cost more than you’d make. Enough iron for a single iron coin cost, typically, roughly an iron coin (maybe a smidge less, but time has value too!). That didn’t stop the odd Metal classer from trying to make fake coins, but such scams rarely went on for very long before they were caught.
In most towns in Remus a modest meal typically cost roughly 1 to 2 coins, 3 for those that were especially ravenous. Sure, it was easy to spend more if you wanted to—or were easily fleeced—but most people survived just fine on less than 10 coins a day. Ranthia was pretty sure she had endured off roughly 2 coins a day—tops—when she had lived in Perinthus.
For the wealthy, money stopped getting measured in coins. 64 coins fit on a metal rod to create… well, one rod. All said and done across Ranthia’s entire time in Aquiliea she earned less than a full rod hunting wind weasels nearly daily. She earned plenty of money to pay for the odd meal, finance entry into the baths, or visit the stylist from time to time, but it wasn’t a path to wealth.
The payment for most Adventurer jobs was measured in coins. A single job usually offered a bit better than what Ranthia pulled in, total, from hunting wind weasels a couple of years ago, but there were overhead costs involved in most jobs too. Even when they managed to escape without injuries that necessitated the use of potions or downtime, there were always costs involved.
And then, when they turned in their latest job in a town called Deva—hey it was an easy name to remember, especially when Pupius insisted on singing a dumb little song he heard in the past that was mostly the city’s name repeated over and over with a few other words sprinkled in—they were surprised by the Guildmaster of the branch when he popped down.
“Ah, excellent, it is your group! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you.”
The man was tall—intimidatingly tall, even Tatius looked small next to him—and covered in tattoos which, along with his beard, marked him as being from Laconia. Remus was, basically, the whole world so far as any Reman knew, but Laconia was the bit of Remus that wasn’t part of the Republic of Remus.
Pupius absolutely refused to travel there for reasons that he refused to explain.
The Laconic people were often considered barbaric, and they probably had a lot to do with why Remus’ men were clean shaven without exception. Beards were uncivilized, unless you were from Laconia. Still, the not-quite-a-nation was functionally Remus’ only neighbor, so it wasn’t like the odd individual couldn’t be found within Remus. They were just a rare sight.
Almost as rare as a knife-wielding [Mage] child.
“For what?” Ranthia asked the man, nonplussed by his appearance.
Pupius looked like he was in the grip of a fight-or-flight impulse, while Tatius had gone rigid with attention as he fell back on his military training.
“Oho, I almost forgot these good lads had a portable good luck charm, hello there little one!” The large and, clearly, boisterous man bellowed.
Ranthia just waved back at him while she waited for an explanation.
“Your father—I do have that right?—and his… friend have been promoted to B-Ranked Adventurers!” The man explained with a large grin.
And just like that, their job options and rewards expanded. B-Ranked jobs listed their rewards in rods more often than not.
Which was a bit of a shame since Pupius had just been forced to pass on a pair of beautiful Noric Steel short swords that were, if anything, better than the Legion-issued pair he had been forced to trade away for something… less obviously illegal. That had been their job before this, escorting the blacksmith’s apprentice to sell the last work the blacksmith’s father had created before his passing. Pupius had wanted them so badly she half expected him to somehow will them into his possession, but instead they escorted the apprentice to a larger town where he sold them without issue to some jerk that probably stuck them on his wall.
But still, more money!
Struggling to kill a velociraptor was embarrassing. Sure, they were reasonably quick, but they came up to her waist. Even in a group velociraptors were only vaguely intimidating, if you were unarmed and wounded. They scavenged and stole bites from the kills of their betters.
They were such a non-threat that Deva’s Guildmaster decided to let her take the job, even though she wasn’t truly an Adventurer. The job had languished for too long as it was.
And thus, she faced the dreaded Biter of Dogs.
Note: It was not a killer of dogs, it merely bit them. And then ran away as fast as it could.
After Ranthia had been forced to reset her class, she realized something. The kind of thing that was so obvious in hindsight that she couldn’t believe it had never dawned on her before. Her classes had refused to merge because she wasn’t using them as two parts of one whole. She had used Light, or she had used Metal; she had always merely selected which class suited the immediate need.
Ever since the reset, she tried to combine them. [Homunculus of Light] had never returned to her repertoire—that was part of the risk of a reset, you weren’t necessarily guaranteed to be able to recreate skills that you had made yourself—but [Life by Light] worked better for her new purposes.
Even if the name sounded more like something a [Healer] should have gotten, it wasn’t. [Life by Light], created using [Spell Reworking], enabled her to paint over objects—say [Steel Decoys]—with Light to give them more small movements that monsters mistook for life. It would never fool a human—though the glowing armor and sword might make them overestimate the threat posed by one of her relatively weak and clumsy [Steel Decoys]—but it worked wonders with stupid beasts.
It also, mercifully, didn’t require much mana. Her regeneration rate was bad enough already.
The velociraptor—she refused to call it by its pseudo-title—once again attempted to run away. [Steel Decoys]—sent at range using [Doll Deployment]—was followed by [Life by Light] to throw an obstacle in its path. Then she had her obstacle move toward the dumb beast with [Puppeteering]. The creature veered to the side—where it very nearly brained itself on a tree—before it turned back to rush the target that its pitiful mind had determined was less dangerous.
Ranthia just smiled as she and the beast closed in on each other. Over the years of hunting dinosaurs—and other monsters—with Tatius and Pupius, she had developed and honed a number of instincts. One of those was the ability to tell when a beast had set itself on its target and intended to attack. It was an ability that had saved her life numerous times, and one that had helped [Boosted Reflexes] out.
And her instincts said that the feathered menace had finally decided to attack her directly.
Which was good, since that last use of [Steel Decoys] had almost emptied out her mana. Had the dumb creature attempted to escape yet again, she might have lost it.
Failure stung, but Pupius was always there to make sure to grind salt into the wound.
It was either going to swipe at her with its wing-claws or try to bite into her. Ranthia adjusted her stance and readied her knives under her cloak.
Only to blink when the thing suddenly leapt at the last instant.
Its dexterity was clearly higher than she had expected, but she had no time to appreciate that. She swung her left knife while she tried to dodge around the leg claws that kicked at her.
Which was almost exactly the wrong thing to do.
She dodged under the leg claws easily enough, but then its neck crashed into the edge of her knife. Ranthia had neither the strength nor the class skills to cleanly sever its head, and the force of the impact wrenched her arm to the side painfully due to the momentum and weight of the small dinosaur.
Which allowed it to kick the side of her head, shoulder, and then torso as they crashed into a bloodied heap.
Pain wasn’t an unfamiliar companion. Ranthia grit her teeth through it and hurriedly pulled away from the dinosaur before she rolled to her knees, her right knife held up defensively. Her left was either under the feathered fiend or still stuck in its neck.
She was pretty sure she’d broken a couple of fingers on her left hand when the knife was wrenched out of her grasp.
So freaking embarrassing!
Her quarry thrashed, but it slowed visibly while she watched. She still maintained readiness until…
[*ding!* You have slain a [Velociraptor] (Wind, level 114)!]
[*ding!* Congratulations! [Magissistant] has reached level 32! +2 Mana, +2 Mana Regeneration, +1 Magic Power, +1 Magic Control from your class, +1 free stat for being human, +1 Mana Regeneration from your element.]
[*ding!* [Light Affinity], [Light Manipulation], and [Life by Light] have reached level 32!]
Ranthia heaved a sigh of relief and approached the carcass. Velociraptor was edible, but it was the kind of edible that kept it out of most markets. She still fully intended to butcher it and carry the meat back.
She was going to cook it that night, no matter how much Tatius and Pupius grumbled. It would be her first task once she classed up.
The fourth and fifth fingers on her left hand were broken. That was an easy fix, a bit of wood and some of the roughspun she kept on hand for bandages to make a splint and keep them still until they healed.
Her cloak had suffered a few gashes, far from the first. Those could be stitched later.
The kick to her head had cut her forehead and part of her scalp. More challenging, forehead wounds tended to bleed an obnoxious degree and it was hard to investigate the scope of the damage. The small mirror of polished metal that she had bought in Aquiliea wasn’t nearly as clear as something a Mirror aspected classer could conjure, which didn’t help. She washed the wound out as best she could with water and dumped a blood clotting potion on it.
The cut to her shoulder was basically superficial after her cloak blocked most of it. She washed it with water and otherwise let it be; it wasn’t quite bad enough to warrant the expense of another blood clotting potion.
The cut on her back didn’t look too bad in her mirror either, so she decided to leave it as it was. She couldn’t really reach it to clean it with water very well. If it was worse than she thought, the men could always boil a bit of wine to clean it after the fact. Leaving it to wait wasn’t going to kill her such a short distance from town.
The injuries still slowed down her efforts to reduce the velociraptor to its meat and useful parts. The sun hung lower than she would have liked in the sky before she made it back to the town.
The fact that her knife had apparently hit a major artery on the dinosaur and somehow blocked off the blood flow enough that there was just enough pressure built up when she removed it… Well, washing her cloak was on her to-do list. There wasn’t much she could do about that in the wild; she wasn’t even sure where the nearest body of water was, unless she wanted to walk all the way over to the Nostrum Sea.
Deva was closer anyway.
…Of course, Deva also had an obstacle that Ranthia was beginning to think she was a bit cursed with.
“Halt!” The guard at the gates shouted when she tried to walk past.
“Yes?” The blood-covered not-quite-a-teenager asked sourly.
“What’s your purpose for entering town?” The guard asked warily.
“Just completed a job for the Adventurer’s Guild, here to report that and class up.” Ranthia answered tactically.
“You expect me to believe that you’re an Adventurer?”
“Not especially, yet I was allowed to take the job and completed it.”
Gods she just wanted to lay down.
“You’re a [Mage].”
“Oh, good eye.” Whoops, she was seriously trying to keep her attitude in check, but that just kind of slipped out.
“Expunge your mana.”
“I already did, why do you think I look like this?”
“Expunge it again or I can’t let you into town.”
Ranthia bit back her curse and grudgingly formed a few small metal balls with [Metal Conjuration] and allowed them to drop.
“Is that it?” The guard asked warily.
“I told you I was tapped out!” Ranthia snapped.
In truth she had already regenerated nearly half of her mana pool, but expending mana was so pointless. Most [Mages] regenerated enough to kill someone dead in short order, and a [Warrior] or a [Ranger] was just as deadly while they got to traipse right through checkpoints.
“Anything to declare?”
She was pretty sure the guard was just trying to find ways to delay her at this point.
“I declare that I am exhausted, my wounds ache, but the dinosaur has been slain.” Ranthia answered, her grasp on her attitude clearly showing signs of failing.
“Any contraband?”
“Does anyone ever like… just go ‘oh yes, I have contraband, let me show you!’”
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“Not really. Well?”
“Not unless dino meat got illegalized at some point since I left this morning.” Ranthia lied.
Her knives were absolutely contraband. They were Legion issued, stolen by treasonous folk, then gifted to a little girl in a well-meaning but absolutely problematic bit of generosity. She had established a backstory to explain them, but without Tatius and Pupius there—or the proper backing of the Adventurer’s Guild—it was dubious whether anyone would believe it.
…Well, okay, she had established a backstory that Tatius and Pupius had—after they stopped laughing—helped to polish into something actually believable. In her defense, she hadn’t known at the time how ridiculous the idea of a formorian assassin was! She had no way to know the formorian menace, Remus’ ancient enemy and the opposing side to the never-ending war, were just… insects.
Mindless giant insects that threw themselves in an endless tide against Remus’ Legions.
The guard finally sent her on her way, mercifully.
“Hey kid welcome ba—Ha! Did you seriously get torn up by a fucking ve—”
Ranthia silenced Pupius by throwing her sack of raw meat at him.
“Prep that for me, I’m cooking it after I class up and wash up. …And don’t you dare try to cook it yourself, I don’t want to eat charred chunks of velociraptor!” Ranthia snapped irritably.
While Pupius sputtered indignations about not being her servant, Tatius reached out for her, then seemed to think better of it.
“Good luck.” He finally said, before he sat back down.
“Thanks!” Ranthia answered with false cheer before she headed upstairs for their room.
Her nerves built up with every step she took. She had no idea what to expect from her class up, not really. In theory resetting your class allowed everything from this class up to be improved—or even different—based on what she had accomplished…
But the truth of the matter was that resetting from level 128 wasn’t impressive. In all truth she couldn’t say she had really accomplished anything of merit since she had reset either. Much of what she had done was barely—and arguably—assisting Tatius and Pupius while they handled threats or messy tumbling messes that ended in a bad kill and more injury than she should have ever suffered.
“If I haven’t gotten a good Mirror class by level 128, I’m giving up. Life as a supporter for Tatius and Pupius isn’t so abhorrent.” She promised herself.
And yet the mere thought of such a life made her want to cry.
Ranthia settled into the bed Tatius had rented for her and sighed. Well, here I go. Ranthia sent to Xaoc as a little prayer.
The sentiment she received from her god arrived immediately and it made her smile (which had the unfortunate side-effect of allowing those tears she was restraining to escape). There were no words, but the sentiment was clear.
You’ve got this.
Ranthia fell into the world within herself immediately.
“[Deceptive Decoy Mage] is available, with increased stats, if you prefer, but…” Her guide set down the short sword that she carried. The hilt was wrapped in red—not the usual pale red that she was all too used to, at least—though the guide kept her hand over the pommel until she glanced at Ranthia’s eyes before she slowly lifted it.
The light caught gold.
Pyrite! The gemstone that represented the Mirror element!
Ranthia took a sharp intake of breath, then carefully set her hand on the short sword. She absorbed the details of the class that it represented in silence.
She couldn’t help it, she unleashed a girlish squeal and hopped up to get her knees on the counter so she could hug her guide tightly.
[Reflection of Chaos – Mirror]. You seek to become ever closer to chaos and your skills now, at last, reflect it. Wreak havoc on the senses of your foes as you grow anew. +1 Free Stats, +3 Dexterity, +1 Speed, +4 Mana, +4 Mana Regeneration, +4 Magic Power, +4 Magic Control per level.
Ranthia released the guide before the woman could retaliate and took up the blade with a smile. She couldn’t wait to show—
“Ahem?”
Ranthia blinked and turned back to her guide.
“You owe me your other sword if you intend to take that class, it is a merged class after all.” Her older self admonished.
Ranthia blushed lightly and sheathed her new sword before she drew the one that represented [Steel Doll] and offered it hilt-first to her guide.
“Right, and so you owe me a second blade too.” Ranthia acknowledged with a grin.
The woman nodded, and the armory behind her twisted in some way that threatened to give Ranthia a headache if she dwelt upon it.
The guide accepted the blade and placed it into the returns basket—where [Magissistant] had been just a moment before—and stepped back into the armory.
“I presume the plan is unchanged?” The guide called back while she examined the plentiful blades, now laid out entirely differently from how they had been a moment before.
“Yeah, give me the best Dark aspected [Warrior] class I can get, with the caveats that I need it to be compatible with my knives and, preferably, absorb as many of my current General Skills as it can. …Er, specifically [Combat], [Knives], [Dodging], [Boosted Reflexes], and maybe [Silent Steps].” Ranthia half-shouted in answer.
“Wait, only those five?” Her guide asked while she approached.
“Well, yeah. I’d rather keep [Fast Learner] separate. And I don’t want to touch any [Warrior] class that absorbs [Cute]!” Ranthia explained with no small amount of sass.
Her guide shrugged and resumed her search. Ranthia just smiled and waited while she eagerly thought about how Tatius and Pupius were going to react to the good news!
…Wait…
…Fuck! Ranthia’s mind had slammed into the realization that she was about to emerge from her class up as a level 32-ish [Mage], effectively losing over a hundred levels. …Well, it was the proper step forward, at least. And her [Warrior] class promised to—finally—help with her knife work and her survival. Also, since it was a merged class, that meant that she still kept the stats from [Steel Doll] and its predecessors, so it wasn’t as complete of a setback in her combat power as it sounded.
Still, it was awkward.
Her guide returned and the woman seemed apologetic, for some reason, while she handed over the bold red-wrapped level 8 class that best suited their goals. Ranthia raised an eyebrow at her older self’s reticence… at least until she touched the blade and absorbed its story.
[Knife in the – Dark]. The clever know that the true strength of a blade is not found through matching it against their opponent’s own weaponry, the true strength of a blade lies within a single, decisive blow that strikes without warning and without being challenged. Seek out that blow with your newfound potential! +3 Strength, +6 Dexterity, +1 Vitality, +4 Speed, +1 Mana Regeneration per level.
The class name was so bad that it burned. It was awful enough that Ranthia’s respect for the System dropped multiple notches. …But the class admittedly did everything she wanted. It promised to absorb [Combat] and [Knives]—which would suck in the short term due to the level losses—but ultimately, she would be all the stronger for it as the class developed. Though Ranthia found it slightly odd that the class didn’t seem to want to absorb [Dodging] or [Boosted Reflexes], at least not immediately.
Ranthia wasn’t quite petty enough to pass on a great class just because of a stupid name. Overall, despite the name, Ranthia was more than just happy. She had, at long last, finally found the first true first step toward the direction that she had long planned.
She had reached the starting line.
[*ding!* Congratulations! You have upgraded your first class – [Reflections of Chaos – Mirror]!]
Mirror at last!
[*ding!* [Light Affinity] and [Metal Affinity] have merged into [Mirror Affinity]!]
[Mirror Affinity]: The power of Mirror reflects something within you. Put it to use.
Eh, it was the starting line, she could accept that.
[*ding!* [Light Manipulation] and [Steel Decoys] have merged into [Image of Self]!]
[Image of Self]: Create false images of your own appearance. Increased range and duration of images per level.
That was a nice upgrade over any of her prior inhuman decoys.
[*ding!* Notice – [Light Resistance] has been lost.]
Okay, so the Mirror element didn’t have a corresponding resistance skill, or she somehow hadn’t qualified for it. Not too big a loss.
[*ding!* [Life by Light], [Metal Manipulation], [Puppeteering], and [Basic Armaments] have merged into [Twisted Images]!]
[Twisted Images]: Twist and bend images to emulate movement. Increased realism and decreased risk of the image breaking per level.
Ranthia eyed that one with mixed feelings. More lifelike images was good and all, but ‘twist and bend’ was an unappealing descriptor.
[*ding!* Notice – [Metal Conjuration], [Restore Doll], and [Doll Deployment] have been lost.]
So, she was going to have some holes in her new class, not entirely surprising for a fresh level 32 class.
[*ding!* Congratulations! You have replaced your second class – [Knife in the – Dark]!]
If she ignored the class name, she was happy. She was a [Warrior] at last! Blessed physical stats!
[*ding!* You have unlocked the Class Skill [Dark Affinity]!]
[Dark Affinity]: Darkness lies in all things and is hidden everywhere around you. Acknowledge it and put it to use.
As expected of any class, gotta have the affinity skill.
[*ding!* You have unlocked the Class Skill [Prowess]!]
[*ding!* Your skill [Combat] has merged into [Prowess]!]
[*ding!* Your skill [Knives] has merged into [Prowess]!]
[*ding!* [Prowess] has evolved into [Knives & War]!]
[Knives & War]: Every time a warrior draws her knife, it is an act of war. Carry your expertise forward, and bravely face any odds that come at you. Increases your combat prowess while using knives against all types of opponents. -658 Mana Regen Rate while wielding one or more knives.
That was another notification set that she needed to figure out how to simplify and streamline, but that could wait for another time. [Combat] and [Knives] had been consumed, at long last! And…
Wait, HOW MUCH MANA REGENERATION?!
[*ding!* You have unlocked the Class Skill [Shadowed Strike]!]
[Shadowed Strike]: Cover your blade with shadows, making its reach and shape difficult to discern. Increased density of shadow coverage per level.
Well, that was non-exciting. Perhaps it was more useful than it sounded? Then again, Ranthia knew that the Dark element should include the ability to increase cutting power, so it was worth seeing if the skill ever evolved for her.
Ranthia leapt out of bed—right, the covering and blanket needed to be washed as well, she had kind of forgotten about the blood—and hurried downstairs, she was eager to tell the men about her unmitigated success!
“…So, you’re back to level 32 in one class, and level 8 in the other?” Tatius asked with a flinty expression on his face.
“I swear kid, you’re the only person I’ve ever even heard of that keeps getting weaker after every class up.” Pupius muttered.
Ranthia glared at the duo.
“Don’t you understand? I’ve finally taken the first step towards my goals! This is what I’ve been trying for since before I even left Perinthus!” She snapped.
“Yeah, great. Which means you’re still not where you want to be.” Pupius retorted.
“…She is young.” Tatius mumbled, as if he was speaking to himself.
“Black Crow take you both! I came out last time with nothing but setbacks and you supported me, yet now that I’ve finally emerged with everything I dared dream you sit there and complain?! Well, I’m happy enough for all three of us, so there! If you’ll excuse me, I have washing to do!”
Ranthia stomped off after she shouted at the duo.
“She’s going to be a total nightmare when she starts to bleed, any day now.” Pupius grumbled.
Tatius considered the words carefully, then nodded his agreement.
Night had fallen before Ranthia had finished washing her tunic—eh, it wasn’t too badly torn—cloak, and bedding. The meat still waited for her, as far as she knew, but she was in a strange mood torn between her own joy and her outrage at the men.
When in doubt, pray. And thus, she ventured to the temple—thankfully open all hours, unlike some cities—and knelt down before the altar to Xaoc. Deva’s temple was modest, yet well loved. The altars were carved wood with simple stone accents, carefully tended by the local priests and priestesses. Those that worked the temple wore simple, yet comfortable and practical garb. It was one of Ranthia’s favorites.
While Ranthia prayed to Xaoc, her mind wandered and seemed unfocused. The words just kind of bubbled up when she paused what she had been saying, distracted by the impulse. …The words came to her as a whim, if she was honest. She hadn’t knelt there planning to utter them, yet she found herself pledging the words to Xaoc, without preparation or rehearsal. It was impulse, off-the-cuff, and raw. Which meant that the words were perfect.
Whether I am your Paladin or just another blade,
I will always accept Chaos and carry it with me.
I will do what I can to reject the stagnation of Order,
and I shall endeavor to spare those that cause true Chaos.
I shall never accept those who court the final form of Order, destruction,
for their actions may briefly be chaotic but they ultimately deny Your goals.
In every place I visit, every battle I bring havoc to, every life I touch,
I shall do my utmost to add a little more Chaos into our world.
And you may always call upon me to exert your will upon this world,
I was and forever shall be your Paladin and herald, even on this path.
You gave me a second chance and an opportunity to sculpt myself anew,
And so, this life is hereby pledged to the service of Chaos and to You.
Xaoc listened. His attention focused on Pallos sufficiently that a bit of chaos seeped into the area. The small flames in the temple braziers and candles danced and twisted as if they were in a maelstrom. In the tavern nearby a bone die that was being used for gambling landed perfectly on its corner and spun until the table’s leg quite suddenly failed, spilling and comingling the funds the trio gambled. A city guard carried a trap with a notorious feral tom cat that had—after seasons of effort—finally been caught, or at least it had been, until the bottom of the trap just suddenly fell off, which allowed the beast to hiss at the guard and scamper away.
Ranthia felt her god’s attention and felt him accept her words just as she did. And then his focus withdrew. He had never manifested nor sent an agent down, but the full focus of any the five great gods was practically a miracle in and of itself.
Ranthia, in the aftermath, sighed with satisfaction as the words settled into her mind, body, and soul comfortably. She had always meant to swear a vow or oath to Xaoc, and in light of her recent achievement the time abruptly just… felt right. Despite all of her efforts beforehand, she had never really managed to figure out what she wanted to swear, but somehow doing it as a stream of consciousness felt significantly more proper than something carefully planned. Xaoc was, after all, the God of Chaos. The words rang true to her in a way nothing she had rehearsed ever had. And she wasn’t even slightly surprised when…
[*ding!* You have made the pact [Ranthia’s Covenant with Xaoc]! Would you like to accept this General Skill? WARNING: Pacts are binding.]
[Ranthia’s Covenant with Xaoc]: He offered you a second chance, and you have pledged yourself anew to live it in His service. Go forth and spread chaos while you watch over those who follow similar paths! Reduces mana costs for Mirror class skills by 50%. Further reduces mana costs by an additional 0.01% per level. This skill does not affect the mana regen costs of passive skills. -1037 Mana Regen Rate. Defying this pact has severe consequences.]
She accepted the new skill with barely another thought. The words fit her wishes and desires perfectly. No, the words embodied who she was. And to get a boost from her own beliefs? That was a wonderful added bonus!
She was barred from becoming a [Paladin], but she still served. In her own way.
[Name: Ranthia]
[Species: Human]
[Age: 12]
[Mana: 3340/3340]
[Mana Regen Rate: 419]
[Stats:]
[Free Stats: 0]
[Strength: 11]
[Dexterity: 144]
[Vitality: 248]
[Speed: 29]
[Mana: 334]
[Mana Regeneration: 253]
[Magic Power: 409]
[Magic Control: 268]
[Class 1: [Reflection of Chaos – Mirror (32)]]
[Mirror Affinity: 32]
[Image of Self: 32]
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[Spell Reworking: 32]
[Twisted Images: 32]
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[Class 2: [Knife in the – Dark (8)]]
[Dark Affinity: 1]
[Knives & War: 8]
[Shadowed Strike: 1]
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[Class 3: Locked]
[General Skills:]
[Identify: 32]
[Ranthia’s Covenant with Xaoc: 1]
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[Dodging: 32]
[Boosted Reflexes: 32]
[Fast Learner: 32]
[Silent Steps: 32]
[Cute: 32]