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Vol2 Chapter 7 Battle in the Church
Don entered his engineering graphics and design class ten minutes early as usual. It gave some time for him to wake up so he could pay attention to the teacher and retain the instructions. Three of the five classmates who took that class with him seemed like minded, for they were always there before him, no matter how early he came.
The three talked of the same thing they always talked of, Royal Road. In the first day, the teacher helped the class established that everyone played royal road there, including the teacher himself. It had been a month and a half since then and the three talked of royal road nonstop.
It wasn’t unpleasant to listen to, not entirely. But it was pretty boring. One would brag about how he had killed a rare beast who dropped a rare ring. Or was it an armlet? He had already forgotten. Another spoke of how he got a high familiarity with an NPC who gave him a quest that was apart of a chain quest. That one sounded interesting, but only up to the point where one day the guy said that he failed one of the quests in the chain, wasting the whole of it. The third did not brag much or speak out of turn. He asked questions and gave suggestions that seemed at least to some degree, insightful. He also occasionally looked up to Don, watching him listen to them. But usually he never said anything to Don. Maybe he was waiting for Don to say something to him first.
This day, the young one, a lad straight out of high school named Theron said, “I should have become an enchanter. Then I could make awesome equipment filled with magic and become rich selling it.”
Janice, the only woman in the class, who although had the slight face of youth was in fact in her early thirties, said, “I hear that the material required to enchant equipment is so expensive, those of the profession barely break even.”
Theron said, “Well how can they not make money? As long as they charge more for the cost of materials than they pay for them, they should make something, no one works for free.”
It was then that Jace, the quiet one said, “That’s the price of failure. The success rate of enchantments isn’t perfect, many a valuable material is wasted in failure, and to keep up shop, the enchanters must charge enough to cover labor, materials used, and materials wasted. If they are not confident the price will sell, they cut they labor cost, and sell just for, or less than the price of materials. Some money is better than none.”
Theron said, “So you can’t really get rich as an enchanter till you never fail.”
Janice replied, “But to get there you need to enchant often to raise proficiency, and that road will have many failures, thus will cost a lot of money.”
Theron grimaced, “Is there no way to make money fast?”
Jace said, “Well, I heard artificers can make amazing items that sell for a lot and are cheap to make.”
At this, all three turned to Don. He had never acknowledged that he had the artificer class, but that didn’t mean they were far off. Thanks to Bob and Actos, Don knew more about artificing than most, though his proficiency was not yet to intermediate. Still it did not look like the stares would end any time soon. Don spoke up. “I don’t know, I don’t sell the things I make.”
Theron took the answer as an invitation to include Don in the conversation and let loose an assortment of questions Don would swear he had been saving. “What kinds of things can you make? How are you different from an enchanter? How can you become an artificer?”
Don thought about the second question for a bit before answering. “I make gadgets with odd abilities, objects that can cast spells, and random stuff. An enchanter enchants an existing item. Artificing requires you make it from scratch. If you wanna learn artificing, find a gnome.”
Janice said, “You can make items that cast spells? What kind of spells? Why don’t you sell them?”
Don answered, “The precision required to make them is as delicate as brain surgery. I’ve attempted to make dozens of different types of spell casting items, but the only spell I succeeded in was a simple strength enhancing spell. And out of the forty some attempts I did, only three came out right. Right now I’m concentrating on effects, things that are not quite spells, but close and useful.”
It was true. For every success came a dozen failures, and that was just with the moderate stuff. The one time he had massed produced an artifact was only possible because the effect was a simple and dealt with light. Every night in Royal Road he rented a room at an Inn with a table and spent the hours trying different projects from Bob’s or Actos’ books. Not counting the light amplifiers, his success rate in making a good artifact was 1 in 25. And that was the average quality ones.
Don said, “My materials may be cheaper, but my success rate is lower than that of an enchanter.” That wasn’t entirely accurate when he thought about it. Fact was, he was trying out projects of a much higher difficulty then his beginner level skill would allow to succeed. But he wanted to familiarize himself with the funny sciences of Royal Road’s artificing.
Jace asked, “Can you make weapons?”
Don answered, “Artifact weapons can’t be made until I hit intermediate artificing.”
Theron asked, “What kind of weapons could you make?”
Don thought back to the illustrations in the book Bob had given him. Pistol-like artifacts that shot magic bullets, sword hilts that made the blade of the sword invisible, shields that reflected directional magic like a mirror, not to mention the exotic ideas for artifact weapons that were in Actos’ book.
Before Don could answer, the teacher came in and class started. Don could tell the others were curious to continue, but would not get their answers til next week. Don had another two classes right after this one, and wouldn’t see the others until the next class on the following monday.
The following friday Don woke up at 8am, ate breakfast and logged in to royal road.
As always they agreed to meet up at the gate of the city at 10am, and as always Don logged in two hours early so he could spend eight hours of royal road time practicing his artificing at an Inn. Today, as always, he was trying to make something above his skill set. It was a mana cartridge. The equivalent to ammo for a magic gun.
Magic guns are the weapon of choice for combat artificers. They take stored mana from mana cartridges and convert them to magic shots. The type of shot depends on the gun and quality of the mana cartridge. A magic gunner is somewhere between an archer and mage in range and damage. The shot’s accuracy decreases greatly over a long distance so the accuracy is less than that of an archer, and because the gun determines the shot type and damage, they usually have less power and flexibility than a mage (unless they equip multiple guns). The upside is that the magic spells are already inscribed in the gun so their firing speed only depends on how fast they intake the required mana from the cartridge, making them faster than a mage casting spells. And although they lack the piercing power of a sniper’s arrow, magic damage can be more useful in certain situations.
Don had no use for a magic gun, but he still wanted to make one for the hell of it. But doing so required an absolute minimum of intermediate level artificing for just the slightest chance of success. However, mana cartridges could be made with high beginner level artificing, so he wanted to start practicing. He started with low grade cartridges. They could be used with weaker mana guns and could store enough mana for six to twelve shots, depending on how efficient the gun was and how much mana was needed per shot.
Don had the blueprints for a the basic model of cartridge and a list of its required components. He started hammering the thin metal plates to form two sided edges that could be put together to form the casing. After he was satisfied with the form, he slowly, carefully, painstakingly begun to inscribe the sygs into their proper place. After that, he started inscribing the sygs into the crystal pieces he had for the heart of the cartridge. Carving crystal is something he had gotten the hang of pretty well, he had a knack for it, which meant he was better able to make magic artifacts. It seemed that the gnome, Bob, did not have the knack for it, probably why he went to automatons in the first place.
After carving the right sygs he assembles the components and looked over the piece. Don however couldn’t use it. Most spell casting artifacts would charge themselves with outer mana over time, but the simple cartridge required inner mana, and the magic gunner needed a spell to charge it. The spell also required a lot of mana. To charge the cartridge Don had made would cost about 1500 mana points. Stronger cartridges that could hold more shots needed more mana to fill. The best magic gunners used guns whose cartridges needed over 20,000 mana points to fill.
Since Don couldn’t learn magic yet (needed 300 INT to be able to, his base INT is 181), he couldn’t cast the spell to charge them. This was a common problem he faced, artificers were expected to have certain knowledge and capabilities which he didn’t have.
This also meant that if Don wanted to use a magic gun he made, even once, he would have to somehow put over a hundred stat points into INT, or get someone else to charge the cartridge for him. But he didn’t want to waste stat points or ask someone for help.
Don thought about the other spell casting items the books had that charged themselves with outer mana and wondered if he could make a self charging cartridge. He opened the books and started working at it.
Six hours later and he had yet to succeed. The problem was that magic gun shots were modified arcane or holy spells, both of which required inner mana. But the spells used by spell casting artifacts mostly seemed to be a variant of spirit or nature magic, which used outer mana. Warrior’s might for example called the spirit of a mighty warrior to lend its strength to a party. So the mechanism these artifacts had to draw in mana, only drew in outer mana, and the cartridges only stored inner mana. Actos’ book did in fact have a guide to converting outer mana to inner mana and the other way around, but it was way over his head for now. He decided to practice using the sygs in the conversion by making other projects that used them, but that was for another time.
Don left the Inn and went for the city gates where Tolan and Rose were waiting.
Don asked, “So, where are we off to this time?”
She asked in response, “Depends, have you used that divine blade skill yet?”
Don hadn’t yet, it used too much mana and most fights he took part in were long and drawn out.
“Not yet.”
Tolan said, “Try it out.”
Don thought, ‘why not,’ and said, “Divine Blade,” while holding a sword out.
His swords erupted in light which looked like glowing mist. It looked similar to Tolan’s Holy fire skill but it wasn’t hot.
Don’s mana was dropping like a rock, using the skill while holding both blades doubled the effect and mana drain rate, and after five seconds he stopped the skill.
Rose whistled, “That’ll do. There was this god I was saving till you got stronger but with that you’ll be fine.”
“What god?” Don asked.
Tolan smiled, “A god of the deathless.”
“Deathless?” He asked again.
Rose answered this time, “Another word for undead. This god has followers who are all dead, so just re-killing them won’t decrease the amount of followers to weaken the god. They will need to be purified with holy attacks.”
Don said, “So now that I have access to holy attacks it is a good time to go.”
Tolan said, “Yea, Lu said attacking these guys with holy attacks will prevent respawning later. So this will kill them permanently.”
Don said, “You know I can’t use the skill for more than half a minute right? And then I have to wait for my mana to refill.”
Rose said, “That’s fine. We’ll take out time and slowly exorcise the whole place. Since Lu despises the undead this will award faith stat points as well.”
The group traveled for four days until they reached the graveyard church, the entrance to the dungeon. When they arrived, they found that the place was guarded by a small group of armed men in matching uniforms.
“Welcome to the Church of the Undead. This dungeon is off limits to nonguild members, especially those who use holy attacks. Please be on your way.”
Tolan said, “Excuse me?”
The other guard said, “This dungeon is owned by the Forsworn Guild, if you wish to enter, you must be apart of our guild. Though the priestess wouldn’t be allowed either way. These undead are rather allergic to holy attacks and we want to keep our hunting grounds full.”
Don sighed. This was more and more common nowadays. Most gods were holed up in dungeons and many dungeons had owners. The trio was lucky that so far only two of the previous gods lived in dungeons that had guild owners. In those two the group was able to go in and kill the followers and god.
Tolan said, “We are envoys of the Church of Lu, the sovereign god of these lands. By orders of Lu, the undead of this church will be permanently purified.”
One of the guards said, “Purify? No way. An empty dungeon is worthless to our guild.”
Rose said, “Are you protecting the enemies of the Church of Lu?”
The guard said, “Don’t give me that, this is an important training area for the guild and you lot aren’t taking it from us.”
Rose smiled and said, “We’ll be back tomorrow.”
Rose turned around and stormed off with Don and Tolan in tow.
Don asked, “What now?”
Tolan said, “Now you’ll see why smart people don’t mess with the church.”
The next day, Rose said, “Alright, Lu has declared the Forsworn guild enemies of the church.”
Don didn’t know where the guild’s base was, but right now it would not be a nice place. Lu would have given that message to every church and the church would give contribution points to anyone who killed a declared enemy of the church. Contribution points to a large organization like a church or noble family can be cashed in for favors, followers, or rare equipment. Besides users and NPCs who want contribution points, the churches themselves would send their paladins to fight the enemies.
The group went back the the dungeon which still had guards, but this time they were paladins, a lot of paladins. It seemed that before the group even reached the dungeon and the other guards had been killed or had escaped.
The guards saluted the group and one said, “Greetings brother. I have been told to give you this message from the high priest of the local church.”
Rose took it and started reading. Afterwhich she started laughing maniacally.
Don and Tolan gave her questioning stares which she answered to, “It seems that the Forsworn guild didn’t forbid access just to keep it for themselves, they blocked it off to prevent people from finding out that many members were in fact followers of the god of the deathless.”
Tolan raised an eyebrow and said, “So they actually were enemies of the church of Lu?”
Rose’s continued laughing answered that question.
One of the paladins said, “When this was found out the high priest ordered us to block the entrance to prevent any of the guild members inside from escaping. We are to follow your orders and provide assistance if required.”
Tolan said, “Thankyou, hold here for now. Should we need assistance we will return for you.”
Don was pretty surprised. He knew the point of the quest, besides raising his divine affinity, was to kill off Lu’s competition before their following increased, but this was the first time that he found users who were following their target.
Rose seemed to have some idea about what Don was thinking and said, “This kind of job is pretty common. The only difference is that when we did it before we didn’t kill the god at the end. There was no need to, without followers they don’t cause much trouble.”
Don thought, ‘So the extra effort is for my sake?’
Rose said, “Divine Might, Shield of Faith, Light of Lu,” Divine might which added faith to the strength stat was now very useful for Don who now had the faith stats. The church looked abandoned and musty, behind the preacher podium was an opened door in the floor that lead down into the dungeon.
Inside they encountered a deathknight riding a black, skeleton horse and a dozen skeleton knights and skeleton mages. Don used divine blade and charged in. The deathknight charged forward yelling, Don used illusion steps to fake him out and run behind him. His targets were the skeleton mages. Before the deathknight could turn around, Tolan engaged him. The skeleton knights charged forward to block but Don’s swords swept through them without resistance. The skeleton mages cast their curse magic and Don blocked them with his moonlight swords. The pair had strong resistance to curses. Don hacked away at the group of mages before they could recast and turned to finish off the skeleton knights. His mana was almost gone, he had about 10 seconds left. He used fiery dance and the white mist that swirled around his bladed exploded outwards, he looked like he carried two white infernos, one on each hand. He used flame extension and the last of the skeleton mages were burned and purified, leaving not even bone ash.
Rose and Tolan had dealt with the death knight and came forth, Tolan asked, “What the hell was that?”
Don said, “Divine blade and fiery dance, it seems the skill stacks well.”
Rose asked, “What about Divine blade and gale dance?”
Don had enough mana for a few more seconds, enough to try at least, so he reactivated divine blade and used Gale dance and threw Gale Blade.
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The wind around Gale Dance glowed white and the wind that was sent with gale blade was also white.
Tolan said, “The god of the sword left you something good.”
“I still have to rest to recover my mana.” He replied. Don took out the sculpture of the Artificer and let everyone look at the masterpiece to increase mana and health recovery for the day.
It took about twenty minutes for Don’s reserves of mana to fully restore and the party continued. Level 200 named death knights and wraiths were the strongest of the mobs in the dungeon. Death knights that rode on horses were fairly strong, but the wraiths were the worse. They were a strange combination of ghoul and spectre that could be both solid and corporeal at the same time. Holy strikes still damaged corporeal beings but it could escape through walls if not killed quickly, and their magic was powerful.
After the first four floors, thing became different.
Four well equipped zombie soldiers charged forward yelling, “Forsworn!” And were quickly slain.
Rose said, “Well that was anticlimactic.”
Tolan said, “We got undead users now. Hopefully they’ll all be that stupid.”
It turns out they weren’t. Death knights lead organized squads of undead users with wraiths passing through walls using hit and run tactics.
Unfortunately for the Forsworn guild, Tolan was a shield bearer. Tolan’s tower shield could protect all three of them, any damage he took would be healed by Rose and Don could send small bursts of divine gale blade to the attackers.
One of the best parts about dealing holy damage to an undead is that even if it doesn’t kill them, it weakens them like a curse.
That being said, Don’s attacks were like a grenade being thrown to suppress the enemy.The real damage dealer was Rose. She didn’t have spells that dealt holy damage, but her wide area cure spells damaged all the same with a purifying effect. Though it didn’t have the weakening effect of actual holy damage.
It was slow work. It took 2 days to reach the boss room.
Inside, the last members of the guild were hold up. They had actually fortified the boss room to make it harder to the trio to beat. It was known that the head of the church was a level 270~ish lich who called himself the church’s high priest. If a person was willing, a lich could turn a man undead, there were even some who could do it even if you were unwilling. Though this one was not that strong, a lich is still one of the strongest undead species, their curses and black magic were formidable.
Don said, “You know, we’re not gonna be able to defeat all of them and the lich right?”
The remaining 40 or so guild members were all waiting in arms. They had been buffed by the lich and would annihilate whoever came into the room.
Rose said, “Yea, lets call for backup.”
An hour later 30 paladins and 15 priests of the church of Lu joined up. Since all the remaining guild members were holed up, the men guarding outside didn’t need to stay there and stop people from leaving.
The large force of the church of Lu charged forth with Tolan and two other two shield bearing paladins leading the charge.
Shouts came from the undead guild members, “WHAT?! You said there’d only be Three of them!!”
Someone called out accusingly, “You were supposed to come yourselves!!”
Rose said, “Which is why we didn’t you numbskull!”
Since the person who shouted first actually was a skeleton knight with a skull for a head, Don cracked up a bit.
The lich shouted, “Surrender your souls to our god and your deaths will be quick!”
Don charged behind the shieldbearer paladins and rushed towards the lich. When he got close he used gale dance and divine blade to wrap torrents of swirling white light around his swords. Don found that the damage wasn’t as high as the divine blade fiery dance combo but the swirling vortex around the swords tended to completely block out black magic that passed through it, protecting Don from the lich’s curses and powerful dark spells.
The lich quickly cast shadow pierce, causing the shadow behind the lich to rear up, turn to points and rapidly extend towards the group. The powerful spell pushed through the gaps of the shields towards Don only to evaporate upon touching the divine light spiraling around Don’s swords.
Several wraiths shrieked and tried to attack the shield bearing paladins but were blocked by the paladin’s skill, Holy Aura, that damaged and prevented the amorphous beings from sliding through their defenses.
When Don was in range he ordered the paladins to make sure his fight wasn’t interrupted for the next twenty seconds and started slashing at the lich. Each slash left a glowing cut on the lich’s skin, showing the harmful effect of holy damage.”
“Get away!” It cried, it backed away while casting quick curses and black magic spells but the swirling light around the blades weakened or negated all attacks. The lich started to fight back with its stave but Don’s strength surpassed the lich and one stave couldn’t block both of Don’s swords.
However time was almost up, he had at most seven seconds and the lich was nowhere near dead, severely weakened by the barrage of holy strikes, but not dead.
Don got beneath his stave defense and plunged both his swords into the lich, the light tornado around the swords shredding outwards. A moment later and his mana was gone and the lich was still alive.
Although it was covered in scars that glowed white and its abdomen was practically erased but Don’s last attack, it gave Don a look that said he would not allow Don to die painlessly.
It tried to grab Don who pulled his swords out and tried attacking, but by this time two skeleton mage users had cast curse magic at Don from both directions.
Afflicted with Black feather Curse
-Weight has increased by 143%
Afflicted with Dark mark of Mourning
-Stamina regeneration stops
-Stamina consumption rate at 3x normal
‘Crap!. This is why I hate skeleton mages.’ Don suddenly felt like he had just came back from sprinting a 30 kilometer marathon. Black magic had a wide variety of curses that could stack with one another and lasted until holy water was used or a purifying spell was cast.
Don used all his energy to jump back and yell, “I got cursed,”
Rose shouted, “Light of our lord shine through to dispel and cleanse this follower of the path, Purify!”
Don was surrounded is a sparkling light, however though the black feather curse vanished, the dark mark of morning didn’t. It seemed it was a higher level curse beyond Rose’s ability to dispel, Don would have to use holy water but he didn’t have time to break one out.
Since Don couldn’t deal any more divine damage anyways, he retreated to the back. A large group of paladins started attacking the weakened lich, it died a few minutes later, lowering the morale of the remaining undead, removing the buffs the lich had bestowed upon the undead before, and providing Don with a level’s worth of experience for his part in the fight. The rest of the battle was easy, though Don didn’t take part. He wanted to wait until everyone was dead (and not coming back) before using the vial of holy water he had on hand.
However, before the last members of the church had fallen to the paladin’s swords, a dark roar filled the room.
Don yelled, “It’s Coming!” He could feel it, though he hadn’t taken out Lu’s essence, it seemed that this god had been observing and wouldn’t let its last five worshippers die so easily.
A man who appeared to be made out of shadow formed, it looked similar to awraith but it was larger and had elegant garments and a hood over its face. Don wasn’t sure if it even had a face, but before he could see for sure, the wraith like god’s shadow extended over the entire room.
You have been afflicted with Deathless
-Life cannot be gained
-Should you die, you will become undead
-If undead, 40% increase in Strength and Intellect
-If undead, your body may act against your will in accordance with the god of the Deathless
-If undead, prevents damage from healing magic
-If undead and health reaches zero, Deathless returns health to 50% of maximum.
Shadow seemed to attach itself to everyone, the remaining undead guild members became empowered, several of the fallen undead mobs began to rise. (Some lazy paladin must not have dealt the final strike with a holy attack.)
Don decided that now was as good a time as any and broke the vial of holy water he got from a church of Lu atop his head.
You got Holy Blessing of Lu
Defence +17%
Health regeneration speed increased by 17%
You are protected from dark magic, until holy water on your clothes dries.
Your stamina has increased. Increase in stamina may be utilised in various activities.
Broken sword skills weren’t the only way Don had to protect himself against dark magic and curses, the shadow of the deathless god fell away from Don as the holy water soaked into his leather vest. He charged to attack the undead guild members.
Though Don couldn’t be hurt by whatever dark magic the god of the deathless had, Don himself still had almost no mana and couldn’t attack something that was likely corporeal, so he decided to distract the undead so the other church members could apply holy water to themselves.
Tolan it seemed had other ideas, Don saw him take out several vials of holy water and throw them at the undead. Don thought, ‘that stuff isn’t cheap, does he get it for free?’
The shadow fell away from the undead who the vials hit and burned them, the paladins took advantage of their pain to slaughter them. The giant wraith god saw where this was going and tried to flee through a wall, before Don could yell for someone to stop it, the god of the deathless was surrounded by white light and seemed to fall to its knees. Don looked over to see that one of the shieldbearing paladins that had come along had cast some magic on the god. He yelled to Don, “He can’t shift right now, he’s solid, go finish him!”
Don didn’t need more encouragement than that so he charged forward and started slashing relentlessly. The god tried to attack Don but the effect of the holy water didn’t wear off till it dried, something that would take a while thus leaving the wraith no opportunity to damage Don. With the recovered stamina from the holy water Don had just enough energy to finish off the god.
Quest Update: Slay the Gods
Lu, the god of Light has requested that you kill the lower gods that have encroached upon his territory. Accept and he will offer assistance.
Progress 12/19
You have leveled up!You have rid the church of its undead inhabitants
Faith increased by 17 (+17 FAI)
Don found the black marble of the wraith’s spirit next to a strange shadow like cloth and picked up the loot.
You have obtained the spirit of the Wraith!
Wisdom increased by 20 (+20 WIS)
Intellect has increased by 20 (+20 INT)
Your divine affinity has increased
Don put all the stat points he gained from leveling into either strength or agility, so he always noticed that god spirits rarely gave either. Don could only guess it was because so few gods, (that he fought) relied on either to fight.
Don looked over the items dropped and said, “Identify.”
Black Star Sapphire [2]
Durability 70/70
A beautiful black sapphire that holds a shine in the shape of a star. It is one of the hardest gems, right below diamond and this variety of color is very rare.Veil of the Wraith
Durability 30/30
A beautiful cloth whose fabric is smoother than silk. It shimmers darkly, almost as it it was made of shadow. It will not provide much defense if worn, as it is so thin.
Other properties unknown.
Another god japtem drop. Don didn’t know what it would make, but it might make a nice cloak. Don’s homemade cloak that was meant to keep people from seeing his face was pretty low quality and sometimes attracted stares itself. Don was also happy with the gems. He would given one to Rose and Tolan to sell or share between themselves but he would sell the other to pay for the labor cost of turning the fabric into a cloak.
Don walked up the the paladin who froze the god and prevented its escape and said, “Thankyou, your help was greatly appreciated.”
The paladin said, “No problem, I happen to be quite good with sealing spells. You didn’t do so bad yourself, I saw how you handled that lich before, you didn’t deal the last blow but you still killed it, thanks to all those holy attacks you weakened it with I could seal most of its energy and our fight was pretty easy considering how strong it was.”
Don couldn’t argue with that. Don didn’t know the specifics of this lich but liches in general were very difficult opponents. Not that it mattered too much, sure Don weakened it but this raid was still almost tailor made for this boss room so they would have likely prevailed regardless of Don’s participation.
Don decided to change the subject, “I’ve seen a few paladins but none with sealing abilities.”
The paladin nodded, “You have haven’t you, you a friend of Tolan’s?”
And with that, Don realized that this paladin was not an NPC as he thought, but a user. It made him wonder how many others in the room were users.
Don said, “No, I asked Lu for help with something and he assigned me a church quest to help me. He lent me those two as backup.”
The paladin said, “Ah, I see, in that case, you wanna be friends? I could help you with some stuff if those two won’t.”
Ramen has sent you a friend request
Accept?
Yes|No
“Sure.” Don had no reason to refuse, Ramen seemed like a manly man, and he had a cool name.
Ramen has been added to your friend list.
Ramen smiled and said, “Alright, see you around.”
He left with the other paladins and priests and Tolan and Rose left with Don.
News spread throughout the kingdom of the fate of the Forsworn guild. Though few names were mentioned, the NPCs all told the tale of the guild that defied the church of Lu and was erased half a week later.
Don still had five days left before monday so he went to the local specialty tailor and asked for a cloak to be made of the wraith’s veil. She told him it would only take an hour or two because the cloth seemed easy to work with. Don sold the gem to the local jeweler for gold and trade. Don needed more crystals and some gemstones for his artificer projects.
He spent the remainder of the day looking around the shops for more supplies and to sell the japtem of the undead and the equipment of the fallen guild members.
After wandering around for a while Don returned to the tailor shop to retrieve the the cloak.
The tailor looked most pleased with her work, the cloak had a dark sheen to it that glimmered like star light.
She said, “A most unusual fabric, if you come across anything like it again, please sell it to me,” with a smile as Don handed her the payment and she the cloak.
“Identify.”
Cloak of Shadow
Durability 45/45
Defense: 15
A beautiful cloak woven of shadow cloth that melts into the darkness.
In daylight it appears to be a normal cloak but at night or in darkness it hides the wearer from onlookers.
Requirements
Level 220
Intellect 200
Effects
Less noticeable during the day
Become unnoticeable at night or in dark places
Don was surprised by the wording of the effect, he asked, “It makes you invisible?”
The seamstress laughed lightly and said, “No, it strengthens the darkness around the wearer, making him look like a shadow. People don’t look at a shadow, they won’t notice it. But that only works as long as there is no reason to look. Unlike invisibility, when someone notices you in this, really notices you, they will see you just fine.”
Don understood. People wouldn’t look in his direction unless he drew attention to himself. “Perfect,” he said. Don equipped the cloak of shadow and admired it.
The seamstress said, “But be careful, that cloth is not weak, but it isn’t strong neither, don’t be wearing it while fighting.” She nodded at her own statement and Don nodded back, keeping it in mind as he walked to an Inn to start practicing more artificing.
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