Slayer of Fate [Epic] [Anomalous]
Something deep within you cries out for blood but through force of will you remain in control. You are a Slayer of Fate, though your power may stem from darker sources you do not lust for the kill but see it as a necessity despite your inner ferocity to break the chains that bind. Wade through your enemies as a bulwark of death, your will unyielding, your might indomitable. The Slayer of Fate is not bound by the archetypes of the lesser classes. Forge your own path through the blood of your enemies and stand apart from all as a paragon of man, your potential as vast as your will.
Level benefits: +5 Strength, Endurance, Will, +2 Vitality, +6 Free points.
Anomalous: Your path is of your own making. From this point forward you will no longer be offered a skill selection every 10 levels, instead, you will be offered guidance in the creation of one of three skills that you have witnessed used, have sufficient knowledge of, or are judged to be predisposed to based on previously forged skills. Whether the inquired skill is forged is up to you. Additionally, your self-forged core allows such skills to be forged to a rarity up to the rarity of your Soul Forge skill. The amount of skills possible to incorporate into one’s core is dependent on the quality of your core and the efficiency of the skill created.
Future Class Evolutions: All future evolutions will be directly associated with the quality of the newly forged core and the skill incorporated at that time. Skill Capacity: ⅞
Unbound Will [Spirit Bound] Reaching beyond one’s shell requires will far beyond the capabilities of a tier 1 entity but a Slayer of Fate is bound by no such rules. Forge beyond yourself, Soul Smith. Rend the threads of all, Slayer of Fate.
Kal’s eyes slowly regenerated as he read the notifications, “What’s spirit bound supposed to mean?” Focusing on it didn’t give him any more information. The description of the feature was fairly vague but he immediately understood what it meant.
When he had first started creating skills with Soul Forge he had noticed that he couldn’t continue his constructs beyond his skin. Luckily when he had made Flames of Wrath bringing a conduit to the limit between his innersight and the outside was enough to get the desired effect.
The feature implied he could now Soul Forge outside of his body. Suddenly the horrendous experience he had just gone through felt totally worth it. Kal’s body continued to heal while he tinkered with Soul Forge.
Forming constructs wasn’t easy when your body was still half burned away but he still managed to form a few containment constructs. Of course, the mental load was still present but significantly easier to handle now that the barrier around the now-destroyed symbol was gone.
Next, he moved the constructs towards the limit of his body and tried to push them through. The resistance was still clearly there and still only seemed to grow as he pushed harder but then resistance vanished and the first sphere left his body.
Kal was successful but the moment the sphere left his body it was like a vise clamped down onto his brain as the mental pressure multiplied. He destroyed the containment constructs and the pressure dropped enough that he could just barely stand it.
He still had his eyes closed as they healed but he could still perceive the construct as it floated just a few inches away from his chest. Kal wasn’t sure how useful it was to him now but he had no doubts that once he had learned more about Soul Forging it would become an incredibly powerful ability.
Kal could feel the strain on his mind affecting his regeneration so he dismantled the containment construct and focused on his siphoning again.
He still hadn’t received a notification for the skill he should have gotten but since the class benefit had only taken effect once he had healed enough he figured the same would happen with the skill. It was strange. No other skill had required his body to be healed to activate. Maybe it had something to do with the spirit-bound tag.
Kal felt his eyes finally finish healing so he opened them expecting to be half blinded by the light of the storm overhead. He was right but as he raised his arm in response he noticed his arm light up with shades of both red and gold.
“What the-”
Synergy Detected: Soul Forge < == > Anomalous Soul < == > Unbound Will
Spiritbound Skill Integrated Successfully: Identify [Common] => Eyes of the Slayer [Mythic] [Spiritbound]
Eyes of the Slayer [Mythic] [Spiritbound]
Divine the threads of your enemies and tear the threads of all asunder. This skill allows its user to detect the level, affinity, and skills of a target of their choice within sight. May the strength of your enemies be their downfall.
Yep, it was definitely worth it. He had gotten a bloody mythic rarity perception skill and by the sounds of it, there was no loss of function that sometimes came with Identify replacement skills. Kal looked at his arm again and could still see the light shining on his arm.
“Well, apparently my eyes glow now…” It wasn’t ideal for subtlety but he didn’t really care about that. What was more interesting to him was what he could see on his arm, or well, in his arm.
He knew what it was straight away, it was the channel he had made for Flames of Wrath. It glowed dimly beneath his skin, clearly visible to his new skill. Using Identify on yourself normally didn’t do anything but apparently, this skill didn’t have that restriction. Not that he needed to see his own skills and constructs.
But if he could see his enemy's skills like this that meant learning new skills could become a whole lot easier. Kal looked away from his arm as the storm overhead picked up in pace and a golden event notification appeared.
Event: Trial of the Slayer I [Completed]
Event Barrier will collapse in 0:15
0:14
0:13
0:12
Kal frowned, as usual, he was on a timer. Far too many for his liking. Climbing to his feet he checked his status as bits of charred flesh crumbled away to reveal scarred but whole skin.
Kalum Lesta
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Status
Class:
Slayer of Fate [Epic] [Anomalous]
Level:
66
Race:
Human?
Health:
3213/3870
Stamina:
2709/7240
Wrath:
5232
Attributes
Strength:
737
Agility:
449
Endurance:
724
Vitality:
387
Intellect:
397[-132]
Perception:
338[-136]
Will:
769[-304]
Wisdom:
452
Available:
24
Titles
Ascendant, Core Bane, Core Smith, Defier of Dhinir, Planeswalker, Planar Appetite, Slayer of the Strong, Endurance Elite, Strength Elite, Will Elite, Demon Slayer, Paragon of Man, Planar Binding I, Soul Seer, True Slayer of Demonkind, Thief of Ages, Fate Diviner
Skills
Soul Forge [Rare], Wrathful Regeneration [Uncommon], Wrath Incarnate [Uncommon], Abyssal Consumption [Rare], Flames of Wrath[Uncommon] [Soul Forged], Slayer’s Intent [Rare] [Soul Forged], Slayer’s Apathy [Rare] [Soul Forged], Edge of Malice [Common] [Soul Forged], Flesh of Iron [Rare], Eyes of the Slayer [Mythic] [Spiritbound]
Race
Birthright: Confined
Fyborh hadn’t been worried about his fight with the Bestial Lord but he had warned Kal that the Lumixet would be on another level. Kal was strong, far stronger than most of his level and tier. That had been clear to him for a while now.
0:11
0:10
0:09
The mana storm raged and huge bolts of blinding destruction slammed into the roof of the dome causing the large crack to widen into a gaping hole. The fires of the abyssal storm came into view for the first time in over a month.
0:08
0:07
0:06
The fires were suddenly blotted out by the countless forms of kuroxet and garghounds crawling over each other but stuck on outside of an unseen barrier.
0:05
0:04
0:03
To Spit In God’s Eyes warmed as another barrage of scrying attempts failed to penetrate its defenses. The list was much the same as last time besides one thing.
Vorayx: Tier 2 Abyssal Spawn => 1st Layer of the Abyssal Horizon [Fallen Kartha] x 2
Vorayx: Tier 2 Abyssal Spawn => 1st Layer of the Abyssal Horizon [Fallen Kartha] x 3
Vorayx: Tier 2 Abyssal Spawn => 1st Layer of the Abyssal Horizon [Fallen Kartha] x 4
Kal smiled at the demon’s failed attempts but it was a shame that it didn’t give him an exact location. Though Kal doubted he would need it.
The storm’s bolts shattered more and more of the dome's roof as the final seconds approached and Kal leapt up the side of a spire as more bolts weaved a path of destruction throughout the dome.
0:02
0:01
A pulse of radiant light rushed across the event zone as the ceiling shuddered and the screams of demons reached Kal’s ears. But he barely noticed all of that, the hairs on the back of his neck rose as a presence he couldn’t feel before appeared as the barrier disappeared.
“It was time to face the lumixet…”
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Warning: This demi-plane's intended mana affinity has been corrupted. Changes in atmospheric mana may result in an environment that is incompatible with mortal life.
“Melisia! What the fuck does that mean?!” Dalen yelled over the groans of a bloody kuroxet slaughter that had gotten far too close and was currently rolling around blinded by one of Dalen’s Flashy Surprises.
Melisia’s eyes were glowing and their face was pale and drawn as she scanned the storm again but before she could answer Dalen flew off the ground a moment before a pillar of green flame engulfed where he was standing.
“Nothing good!” Leo grunted as he let go of Dalen’s collar before leaping into the air with a rush of flame to hack through the spine of a garghound flyer sending its green flame demon passenger to tumble off the edge of the path, “Move! We need to regroup with the soldiers! They're trying to spread us out.” Dalen commanded, his eyes burning with the fire that coated his sword and incinerated everything that came close.
The demon numbers had done nothing but increase from the moment the notification came through and now some had even appeared on foot traveling across their own paths. What made things worse was unless you were directly over another path it was practically invisible and because of that some of the demons were able to wait in ambush for them to arrive.
Their small contingent of guards and other order members started shortening the gap between them and the rest of the group but at almost every step another demon would pounce or split off from fighting the main force to hamper their progress. Leo hacked down two more of the fire demons and incinerated a kuroxet slaughter while Melisia blasted a second and a few of the soldiers lobbed bombs to thin the demons fighting the main force.
Dalen could see the illusionist team and the oddly timed attacks that came from them and took dozens of demons with each volley.
They would get through this. The order was good. Very good. Far more skilled than anything he saw the Empire’s Men perform. Dalen panted as once again his stamina bottomed out. Leo had already noticed him flagging and once again Dalen found himself being half dragged half carried through the chaos.
“Oh Quotz! Something is coming!” Melisia cried out, making them pause in their advance.
Leo turned, dropping Dalen, and went to speak but before he could the fire in his eyes blinked out and his sword flickered out before falling from his grip and clattering to the ground. His face went white and his eyes became bloodshot.
Dalen scrambled to his feet, “Leo! What’s wrong!?” He didn’t answer and Dalen turned to try and see what was happening. All around him, people started collapsing, their faces bloodless and their skills winking out.
Was it some kind of curse? Dalen opened his status and his eyes widened as his mana pool plummeted for no apparent reason just as a burning sensation sparked to life in his chest.
Warning: This demi-plane's intended mana affinity has been corrupted. Changes in atmospheric mana may result in an environment that is incompatible with mortal life.