In the bloodstained world of Gernaler, Riddled with Vices, every day is a fight for survival, to not adapt is to die, every creature from the War-mongering orks to the Conniving Kobolds, and the Undead Scourge, but this story isn’t about most of the vicious races, this is about a Rat man named Kheexrakch, A simple Claw-Rat, The Rat man race is known for quick breeding speed, and constantly betraying each other, but their leaders are different, they are faster, smarter, stronger, from Zarix Quickfang, a Rat-Man Shamen, to Kehrokok Silverback, a Rat-Man Berserker, but what they all have in common is a secondary class, for Kheexrakch, this class is Commander, a class based on rallying your troops, making them fly into rages, causing them to hit harder, fight longer, attack quicker, and even fly into rages when the Commander is killed
For most races, the last one wouldn’t be too odd, but for the Rat-men, who would never die for any of their Commanders, it is strange, but this is Kheexrakch’s story of blood and glory
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In the dark, shaded tunnels, baleful yellow eyes, glowing with loathing glare out at the Rat-Men moving through the crowded Main Tunnels, The Scrawny Rat-Man with Ragged Steel-Gray fur stood, Not yet the mighty Warlord they will be known for, but a simple, weak Claw-Rat, the 2nd most numerous of the Rat-men Hordes, just after the Rat-Slaves, This Baleful Rodents name was Kheexrakch, and There vice was there [Baleful], A vicious passive skill that caused them to cause the Bleed and Decay depending on a coin flip, Kheexrakch quickly looked at their status
Name: Kheexrakch
Race: Rat-Man
Health: 89/100 - Mana:0/0 - Stamina 70/70
Lvl: 15
Titles: [ERROR]
Gender: Yes [They/Them now in affect]
Rank: Inferior Claw-Rat
Vice:
[Baleful] your Attacks cause Decay and Grievous Wounds [30% for Decay, 70% for [Grievous Wounds] causes the one inflicted with [Baleful] to have constant hate against any that are in a higher position of power, and to yourself should you get any wounds, Gain a +20 to weapon skills when fighting someone who fuels your constant hate
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Weapons and Armor:
Rusting Wrought Iron Scythe-Spear
Battered Wooden Claw-Rat Shield
Rusted Wrought Iron-Rag Armor
Available Weapon Affects:
Decay [If inflicted by Decay any healing skill, item, or spell will cause damage to the inflicted, any healing spell used will cause the inflicted’s body to decay instead of heal]
Grievous Wounds [Causes Bleeding and pain, can be healed by a tier 3 healing spell or higher]
Skills:
[CTC] (Claw To Claw): Level 5 “Congrats You can outfight a toddler.”
Spear-Rat-ship: Level 15 “You may be able to not die horribly against a determined farmer with a Pitchfork.”
Athletics: Level 20 “SKITTER AWAY RAT BOY!…Coward”
Shield-Rat-ship: Level 15 “Have fun with the fire wizards while hiding behind that wooden triangle”
Wounds: [Major Sword Wound, Torso]
They stared at the Status page, there Baleful yellow eyes simmering with hatred at the Major wound that would stunt there ability to level up and get stronger later down the line, their shoddy Wooden and Wrought Iron gear slung on their back and on there body in order to hide there wounds.
they where lucky to find the Wrought Iron-Rag Armor in this ruined den, where the poor Rat-Man left it before their untimely demise, the Armor was a rag shirt and skirt with plates of rusted Wrought Iron plates strapped to it by ragged straps of cloth and leather,
Their spear was like a human warscythe, except the blade was shorter and wider, it’s edge rusting and wood haft rotting, their shield was battered and worn, gashes from sword blows, holes from arrows or spears, but it still held, it’s rotting exterior protected the Ragged rat more times that it could count
Kheexrakch pulled out a small yellowish vile, quickly downing it, a [Inferior Healing Potion] they watched their health tic up, and the Major wound turn into a Minor Cut, letting them rest comfortably at 95% health, which would heal itself in the morning, just in time to march back into the war against the Elves, this is when Kheexrakch decided, they REALLY hated Elves, especially their General, the vicious duelist she was, they barely survived their encounter with her, and she
had the GALL to say she was ‘Impressed’ and that They’d make a ‘Good Slave’ If he was strong enough, he’d shove this spear right into their stomach and watch the life fade from their eyes
[Vice Avtivated, You gain a +20 to weapon skills when fighting ‘Amelia, The Elven War Queen’]
Kheexrakch’s eye twitched, “You don’t say-so?!” Their yellow eyes glared at the screen before swiping it away, curling up with their spear in hand, lightly sleeping until the command to march has been given. . .