“Lili! It’s time!” Emyr’s voice called out in the relative silence of the courtyard. Liliana turned her head slightly, just enough to see him out of the corner of her eye before returning her attention to her opponent before her.
“I’ll be there in a minute!” She called out as her hand slid slightly down the haft of her weapon.
Four daggers were strewn around the packed dirt of the training circle. Taking a deep breath, Liliana activated [Threads of Control] and grasped them, the blades flying through the air to rotate around her. Silas gripped his broadsword and drew it in front of his body, eyes easily following her movements. Liliana let out her breath as [Wind Surge] activated quickly, followed by her Finisher Combo Chain.
In a heartbeat, she had passed the distance between them, her body wreathed in razor sharp winds that blew dust and debris up around her. Her five blades shone under the afternoon light, one shining like a trapped star as it passed through the air, an afterimage left behind it. Steel clashed as Silas blocked her first two daggers with his sword, the other two scored marks against his skin, healed as soon as they appeared. But they had been distractions.
Her naginata slipped past his stilled sword, aiming for his center. As it began to pierce through the leather protecting him, a concussion of force shoved Liliana back. The bottom of her weapon dug into the ground to keep her on her feet. Her daggers flew past her, landing deep in the earth once more as Liliana panted.
“That’s enough for today. You did good.” Silas sheathed his sword to signal the end of the fight.
Liliana sighed and dropped to the ground, leaning her head against her naginata still embedded into the ground. She closed her eyes as she canceled her active skills and spells, excluding [Regeneration] which was working to fix her bruises, cuts and a few slightly damaged bones. Silas was holding back against her far less now, which meant she sometimes came out with injuries from their trainings. It made her feel better to know he rarely came out of a bout without some of his own injuries, however fast he healed them.
“Come on, you need to get cleaned up to meet the Academy proctor.” Silas told her, his voice sounding close. Liliana opened her eyes and looked up at him with a small pout.
“That won’t work on me. You can’t miss your assessment,” Silas told her, his tone broking no argument even if his eyes danced with amusement.
Liliana groaned and grabbed his offered hand, dismissing her weapon to storage as she rose. When she was on her feet, she flicked her wrist in an unnecessary gesture, reactivating [Threads of Control] and summoning her daggers back within range to dismiss them as well.
“Ugh, I’m disgusting,” Liliana grumbled as she picked at her sweat, blood and dirt stained training clothes. Dusting off her clothes, she activated [Cleanse], perhaps her favorite spell she’d ever gotten. The dirt, blood and sweat vanished from her clothes and skin in seconds, leaving her looking as clean as if she’d just had a bath. It technically worked just as well as a bath, but Liliana still preferred a good hot soak whenever possible, but [Cleanse] had been a lifesaver in dungeons.
“Now you look less like a dust urchin from the gutter,” Silas said approvingly, earning himself a harsh smack against his arm that he hardly seemed to notice.
“Lili.” Emyr’s voice called out, drawing her attention from her smirking instructor.
Emyr was leaning against the threshold to her rooms an exasperated expression on his handsome face. The last year had been kind to her friend, transforming him from a pretty child into a handsome youth that had begun to attract attention at social gatherings. Something he lamented about constantly. His dark blue hair reached his shoulder blades now, though he usually kept it tamed in a low ponytail.
Unlike her brother, who had apparently taken bears as a blueprint for his form, Emyr had kept his thinner frame, though Liliana knew that he held a strength most would find surprising. However, like her brother, Emyr had shot up in height over the past year, quickly dwarfing Liliana. Both boys were pushing six feet, if they weren’t there already. Liliana had hardly grown two inches in the past year, coming in at 5’4 and she feared she would be stuck at her diminutive height for the rest of her life.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Liliana snapped at her friend with little heat.
Emyr raised a brow and shrugged but turned to enter her rooms, likely to wait for her. Liliana might have gotten a [Time Keeper] skill, but she was still not the best at keeping track of social obligations. Some could call her spoiled. Her father was not likely to scold her for her lack of punctuality now and there was always something she had to do. Be it physical training, magic training, studying, or alchemy, her days were full. Wasting time with things like tea parties, balls, or galas felt pointless to her when she knew her future wouldn’t include nobility. What good was networking when she would never make use of it?
“Thank you for the practice, Silas,” Liliana turned to Silas and gave the man a hug, his arms coming around her in a now familiar embrace.
“It was my pleasure. Don’t know how many more of these we’ll have,” Silas said, his voice a bit rough.
Liliana pulled back, her lips down-turned as she was reminded of her impending departure. She was happy to be turning her back on this manor that held more nightmares than happy memories, but it didn’t mean she wanted to leave everyone inside of it. She had friends here, friends who wouldn't necessarily be able to come with her on the next step of her journey.
“Don’t frown. You’re sixteen now, you don’t need a nursemaid,” Silas chastised her, his voice gruff but his tone gentle.
“I haven’t needed a babysitter for ages,” Liliana responded, rolling her eyes as she let Silas distract her. She pulled back with a sigh, “Guess I gotta go now then,” Liliana groaned.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Silas told her with a wave of his hand.
Liliana returned it and began to walk towards her rooms. She paused for a moment as she entered, letting her eyes adjust to the darker lighting before continuing in. Emyr was lounging in the room that had become half study, half alchemy workroom, lazily flipping through one of her potion journals. Liliana ruffled his hair roughly as she passed, earning her a curse as she went. Entering her dressing room, she closed the door to the workroom.
“Clover?” Liliana called out as she shed her clothing, dropping it in the soiled clothing bin for a maid to clean later.
Clover popped out between a rack of dresses, hands full of fabric, her brown eyes sparkling. The girl had taken it upon herself to learn how to become a lady’s maid over the past year. She had applied herself determinedly to the task. Clover was still a child, though, something Liliana kept in mind. She couldn’t yet take on all the responsibilities of a lady’s maid yet so some of the manor maids aided with the tasks. But when it came to dressing Liliana, Clover wouldn’t let anyone else do it. She adored getting to dress Liliana up. She certainly took more enjoyment out of it than Liliana did.
Liliana finished removing her clothing and waited for Clover to grab a stool to begin dressing her. In record time, Liliana was adorned in a pretty, but simple, navy blue gown that brought out the blue in her hair and her eyes. Liliana sat down for Clover to do her hair. Nothing more than a simple crown braid. Anything elaborate was still outside of the girl’s skill set.
“Thank you Clover, you did wonderfully,” Liliana smiled warmly at the beastman child, ruffling her hair gently between her antlers. Clover beamed up at her, face flushed with pride.
“Thank you Miss Lili, it was fun!” Clover spoke softly but with happiness. The child had gotten better about talking, though she rarely spoke around strangers and Liliana had a feeling she’d always be soft-spoken. Flint more than made up for his friend’s quietness with his boisterous energy.
“Are you done yet?” Alistair’s voice, muffled by the door, startled Clover, causing the child to squeak and duck behind Liliana’s skirts.
“Yes, you impatient beast!” Liliana called back, with a last ruffle of Clover’s hair Liliana stood and moved towards the door of her dressing room emerging into her bedroom where Alistair, and Emyr, were lounging on her bed as if it were their own. Liliana wasn’t surprised that Emyr had gravitated to Alistair as soon as he’d entered her rooms.
The last year had been good to Alistair as well, physically. He had grown by leaps and bounds both in height, muscle, and level. Alistair dwarfed Liliana now in not only height but in sheer size. He truly had picked the right class going for tank. Liliana couldn’t imagine her bear of a brother picking up a staff or wand. He was still obviously a teenager, but it was becoming clearer every day what he would look like when he grew up, a mountain of a man that neither beast nor mortals would be able to move. She also supposed if he wasn’t her brother, he’d be a handsome youth in his own right. He certainly looked every part the golden hero of tales.
However, unlike Emyr, he got far less positive attention at social gatherings, a year too short a time for the nobility to forget the sins of his mother. Or rather the fact she was so inept as to be caught in her machinations, for Liliana doubted there was a noble alive that didn’t have blood on their hands and poison in their pockets.
“Gods woman, you take forever to get ready,” Alistair complained, earning him a shoe thrown at his head. Alistair yelped and waved off the projectile, though they both knew he hadn’t been hurt by it.
“You really aren’t one to talk. When did you start getting ready today? 5th bell? 4th?” Liliana asked as she caught the shoe thrown back at her by her brother.
“No. No sibling brawl today. We need to go.” Emyr rose from the bed to stand between them, taking on the role of mediator with a tired familiarity.
Liliana hissed softly but capitulated, striding towards the door to the sitting room. She barely paused as she entered, the memories from that day still drawing pains in her heart, but they no longer debilitated her. With a slightly shaky breath, she passed through the room and into the hall, her brother and friend on her heels.
“So what is the assessment going to be like?” Liliana asked as she slowed down enough to walk beside her brother, both of them turning to stare at Emyr, Liliana having to lean forward a good deal to look past her brother’s bulk. He had siblings that had been to the Academy and was the most likely to have information.
“I have no idea,” Emyr said with a lazy shrug of his shoulders. The sibling’s eyes narrowed in sync, an aura of suspicion forming around them.
“No seriously. They put up a barrier when they do the assessments, so I could never find out and my siblings were tight-lipped.” Emyr held up his hands as if to ward off their suspicion, murmuring under his breath, “It’s really creepy when you two do that together.”
“Maybe they’ll have us fight a monster!” Alistair grinned, a fist forming in front of him.
“I think we’d notice them moving three beasts to the manor,” Liliana drawled.
“We’ll find out soon enough, we’re here,” Emyr stated as they stopped in front of the door leading to the drawing room appropriated for their assessments.
All three teens stared at the door, nervousness and anticipation running rampant through them all. It was rare that a noble who met the level requirements of the Academy was denied, but it wasn’t impossible. There was a chance for failure, however slim. They’d been training every chance they got for the past year for the Academy, to be sure they’d be strong enough for it.
What if it wasn’t enough?
That was the thought running through all of their heads as they stared at the door as if it was the gates to the abyss itself. It was Alistair who moved first. Not a surprise. Alistair was always the first to run into danger, leaving the other two to chase after him and often rescue him when he inevitably rushed into danger too much for him to handle. His fist beat against the door, so loud in the silence it sounded like thunder booming.
“Come in,” a feminine voice called out. Alistair hesitated a moment before grasping the doorknob and throwing the door open with perhaps too much force, based on the way it banged harshly against the wall.
Liliana and Emyr followed after Alistair, the two of them leaning past his frame to get their first glimpse of the proctor. Liliana’s eyes widened as she looked at the woman, moving to the side of her brother as she took in the woman who would determine her future.
The proctor was dressed in the Academy’s colors, gold and black in what Liliana assumed was a uniform. It looked vaguely militaristic but with more embellishment. A black top that Liliana suspected was armored fit the woman well, adorned with a red capelet held on by a golden pin with the Academy emblem on it. She wore a pair of black trousers with gold buttons and thin stripes down the sides over a pair of dark boots. A thin sword was strapped to the woman’s hip. The woman’s dark brown hair was gathered into a tight bun on top of her head and sharp green eyes assessed them from a deceptively soft face.
“Good, none of you are below the required level,” the woman spoke again with a nod. At the woman’s comment, Liliana activated [Identify].
Constance Wirga
Age: 132
Level: 342
Rank: 3
Class: Star Mystic Knight
Health: 60,400
Energy: 56,720
Liliana felt her lungs lock up and her eyes widen as she took in the information given to her. [Identify] had changed when she ranked up, giving her Health and Energy or Mana, depending on what the target used, as well as other information. It was useful in a fight to know how much health an enemy had, but right now, it just made her feel terrified. She’d never used it on someone so high leveled, and seeing the raw stat difference was both humbling and horrifying. Based on the sharp breaths she heard from Emyr and Alistair, they had seen something similar. Their proctor was a monster, and Liliana fervently hoped their assessment wouldn't require they fight her. They’d surely die.
Is everyone who works for the Academy so highly leveled? Or are the proctors at their highest levels? Or maybe their lowest? Liliana wasn’t sure how she’d feel about being taught by such powerful people. Though she was certain it would be useful to be such a highly leveled teacher, their auras alone could probably force a room of rowdy teens to be silent.
“Now that introductions are out of the way, we’ll begin.” Constance spoke up.
Introductions? Does she consider using [Identify] on each other an introduction? I suppose it is, but nobles usually also greet each other. Liliana blinked, still shell-shocked over the proctor’s level.
“Emyr Bealstal, you’ll be first.” The proctor said, taking their silence as agreement rather than stunned befuddlement. By the time the three of them had recovered, Constance had set up a barrier and pulled out a large glass orb from her storage.
“Place your hand on this. It will show me your status and skill sheets. Quickly I have five other houses to visit today,” Constance barked out, startling Emyr badly enough that he lurched forward before he seemed to understand what he was told.
He recovered himself and approached more gracefully, hesitating only a second before placing his hand on the orb. Liliana couldn’t help leaning forward to watch, curiosity widening her eyes as the orb glowed with a myriad of colors, black, a smoky dark gray, red, orange, a swirl of colors that looked almost cosmic. It took Liliana a moment to understand the colors of the orb reflected the affinities Emyr had. Dark, Shadow, Fire, Heat, Celestial.
“Pass.” Constance stated, nodding at Emyr to step back. As soon as his hand left the orb, the colors vanished, leaving a clear globe behind.
Is that it? It’s almost disappointing. Liliana thought, though she was careful to not let her emotions show. She was grateful she didn’t have to fight anything, but it seemed almost a letdown. However, nerves still clogged her throat, what if she still wasn’t enough?
“Alistair Thornebell-Rosengarde,” Constance called, and Alistair walked forward with more composure than his friend. His hand touched the orb and like before, colors swirled, gold, soft yellow, brown, steel gray, shifting rainbow. Light, Illusion, Earth, Metal, Crystal.
“Pass.” Constance freed Alistair, and the boy stepped back with a sigh of relief, shooting Liliana and Emyr a grin.
“Liliana Rosengarde,” the proctor called out, and Liliana stepped forward robotically.
It felt like her heart was in her throat, choking her. She had kept her level hidden constantly thanks to [Deception] leveling so much. It was strange to her to reveal it so readily to someone, at least this orb only checked Status and Skill sheets. Not all of her sheets. Liliana didn’t know what she’d do if they checked Title sheets, had no idea how she would explain away her titles. Liliana touched the orb, startled at how warm it felt.
Quickly, the orb filled with colors, gold, dark purple, vibrant green, soft yellow, white, light blue, lilac purple, gray blue. Light, Soul, Life, Illusion, Wind, Astral, Psyche, Telekinesis affinities. Constance’s eyebrow raised minutely as she looked at the colors, taking a few seconds longer looking over Liliana’s sheets than she did the boys. Liliana felt fear fill her, fear of being found out and rejection. She wasn’t sure what would be worse.
“Pass.” Constance stated. Liliana breathed out a deep sigh of relief as her hand fell from the orb, backing up to stand beside her brother.
“Expect letters in two weeks with instructions and a list of recommended and required supplies. Make sure to send your replies within a week so your school provided supplies and uniforms can be sent to you in time. Do not speak of the specifics of the assessment to anyone. We will find out and you will be expelled.” Constance dismissed the globe and barrier, bowing to the three nobles before turning on her heel and exiting the room. The three of them stared after her, blinking as their heads spun at the woman’s quick dismissal.
“Did… that just happen?” Liliana spoke up, turning to look at her brother and friend.
“I… think so?” Emyr said hesitantly, looking down at the hand that had touched the orb.
“Was that it?” Liliana asked hesitantly, still not entirely certain the test was over. Just touch an orb and that’s all? No practical? No written exam?
“It was… strangely easy.” Emyr said hesitantly, his eyes stormy the way they were when he was deep in thought.
“Why do we have to keep it a secret?” Alistair wondered aloud, and Liliana tilted her head, considering the question.
“Maybe. That’s part of the test?” she said hesitantly, slowly though confidence filled her as she spoke. That would make sense. Maybe the orb placed some spell or something on them and if they spoke of the test to anyone without a similar mark, the Academy would find out and deny them. It would fit the convoluted rules of aristocracy, Liliana thought. She looked over her hand and checked her status but didn’t see anything. Then again, in a world of magic, she wasn’t about to discount the possibility of spells or effects too strong or subtle for her to see at her lowly level.
“Sounds about right.” Emyr agreed, though his eyes were shining now, as if he was dying to find out the why behind the secrecy, and what other secrets might be hidden behind the mystery of the exam.
“More important than that. We got in!” Alistair’s voice rose as he spoke, a beaming grin spreading across his face.
“It would appear so.” Emyr agreed, tone monotonous but eyes sparkling with mirth.
“We got in. We got in!” Liliana repeated, voice bordering on a squeal as she turned to her brother and threw her arms around him, excitement overtaking her curiosity and suspicion. He grabbed her and picked her up, spinning them around until their laughter filled the room. Eventually they collapsed on the ground, Emyr standing a safe distance away, watching the siblings giggling like children.
They were excited for slightly different reasons, but both shared an almost manic happiness. For Liliana, this was the first time she’d ever gone to something close to high school. The experience she’d been robbed of her in her last life. She didn’t imagine it would be easy, but it held the potential for all the experiences she’d missed in her first life. Making friends, gossiping with them, school crushes, dances, everything she’d watched happen to others on TV and in movies was now possible for her. Even the things other teens would bemoan, tests, quizzes, projects, papers, studying, pulling all nighters excited her.
So what if the tests came with quests to fight fire breathing salamanders or if her teenage crushes would have a side of infiltrating drug cartels? So what if instead of chemistry or trigonometry she’d be taking Battel Training and The Basics Of Soul Affinity? And if instead of running the mile they’d be running mock battles? It was a high school, no matter how magical. It was Liliana’s chance to be a teenager for the first time in her life, even if the kingdom was training the next generation of nobles and fighters. The Academy wasn’t just her opportunity to escape her home, or to become strong enough to face the great evil Vita had sent her here to defeat. It was her chance to finally live this second life.
Status Sheet
Name
Liliana Rosengarde
Age
16
Level
118
Class
Beast Souled Blade Dancer
Race
Human
Rank
6
Health
1,620
H-Regen
+16.2/1.1sec
Mana
3,130
M-Regen
+24.5/1.1sec
Stamina
8,090
S-Regen
+80.9/1.1sec
Magic Power
4,794
Magic Control
4,526
Experience: 756,821/1,416,100
Vitality
162
Endurance
809
Strength
406
Dexterity
798
Wisdom
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313
Intelligence
245
Speed
853
Charisma
698
Unallocated Stat Points: 0
Affinity
Light
92%
Soul
94%
Life
86%
Illusion
31%
Wind
20%
Astral
15%
Psyche
10%
Telekinesis
7%
Quintessential Skills
[Radiant Revelry] Lvl 4
[Aspect Of The Beast] Lvl 2
Skills
[Identify] Lvl 121
[Dodge] Lvl 112
[Leap] lvl 110
[Solar Samba] Lvl 109
[Dance of The Windsong] lvl 101
[Regeneration] Lvl 95
[War Maiden’s Waltz] Lvl 95
[Stealth] lvl 93
[Mana Manipulation] lvl 90
[Pierce] Lvl 90
[Persistent Casting] lvl 87
[Dance Of The Tiger] Lvl 86
[Dance Of The Fox] Lvl 84
[Dance Of The Vanishing Blade] Lvl 83
[Dance of The Serpent] lvl 82
[Borrow] Lvl 67
[Last Stand] lvl 12
[Wind Manipulation] Lvl 5
General Skills
[Polearms Mastery] Lvl 123
[Dancing] lvl 120
[Deception] Lvl 112
[Skinning] Lvl 112
[Animal Husbandry] Lvl 103
[Pain Resistance] lvl 101
[Dagger Mastery] Lvl 100
[Alchemy] lvl 99
[Perception] Lvl 98
[Mounted Combat] lvl 93
[Herbalisim] lvl 92
[Dual Wielding] Lvl 90
[Persuasion] Lvl 85
[Poison Resistance] Lvl 84
[Acrobatics] Lvl 79
[Reading] Lvl 70
[Riding] lvl 69
[Writing] Lvl 68
[Etiquette] Lvl 65
[Wilderness Survival] lvl 63
[Mathematics] lvl 56
[Embroidery] Level 50
[Multitasking] lvl 47
[Battle Focus] Lvl 43
[Hand To Hand Combat] Lvl 25
[Resist Cold] Lvl 15
Spells
[Radiant Edge] LVL 119
[Radiant Ignition] LVL 117
[Dance of The Heaven’s Domain] lvl 110
[Gatling Barrage] lvl 103
[Shine] LVL 94
[Soul Strike] Lvl 89
[Windwalk] Lvl 87
[Healing Harmony] Lvl 86
[Gale] Lvl 76
[March of Madness] Lvl 75
[Companion Heal] Lvl 74
[Barrier] Lvl 71
[Invisibility] Lvl 70
[Wind Surge] Lvl 69
[Empathy] Lvl 66
[Astral Projection] Lvl 65
[Dance of The Tempest] lvl 54
[Threads of Control] Lvl 42
[Cleanse] Lvl 40
[Bonding Contract] LVL 34
[Shove] Lvl 33
[Adjust] lvl 26
[Wind Blade] Lvl 23
[Soul Slash] Lvl 20
Beast Souled Blade Dancer: Class Requirements: Blade Dancer Class. At least 2 Beast Soul Bonds. Level 80 in a bladed weapon. Level 80 in Dancing. 400 Speed, 300 Dexterity, 300 Charisma, 300 Endurance.
A Blade Dancer who dances beside beasts of ferocious power and bearing. The blade of their weapon is as fearsome as the fangs of their partnered allies. Dancing in perfect harmony beside the beasts they have linked their souls with they bring death and destruction on their enemies and victories to their enemies. A part of a deadly but entrancing choreography that only they and their soul bonded companions can devise.
+12 to Speed Per Level, +12 to Endurance Per Level, +12 to Dexterity Per Level, +10 To Charisma, +5 to Strength Per Level.
Aspect Of The Beast: Soul. You have bonded your soul to multiple beasts, through the strength of your connection to those whose souls you share assume a portion of their power and majesty for yourself. Chose one beast to become one with. Take 40% of their stats as your own, unlimited access to their skills and spells for the duration of Aspect Of The Beast.
Skill can only be used once per 24 hours.
Cost: 3000 Stamina,1500 Mana
Set Up
[Solar Samba]
[Dance of the Windsong]
[Dancer of The Heaven’s Domain]
[War Maiden’s Waltz]
[Dance Of The Tempest]
Escape
[Invisibility]
[Leap]
[Windwalk]
[Wind Surge]
[Gust]
Beast’s Dance
[Dance of The Tiger]
[Dance Of The Serpent]
[Dance Of The Fox]
[Threads Of Control]
[Wind Surge]
Ranged
[Windwalk]
[Gale]
[Radiant Ignition]
[Gatling Barrage]
[Wind Blade]
Finisher
[Radiant Edge]
[Dance Of The Vanishing Blade]
[Pierce]
[Soul Slash]
[Soul Strike]
Status Sheet
Name:
Polaris
Age:
16
Level:
190
Species:
Shadow Winged Kitsune
Genus:
Kitsune
Rank:
4
Health:
2,300
H-Regen:
23/1.1sec
Mana:
15,260
M-Regen:
201/1.1sec
Stamina:
3,250
S-Regen:
32.5/1.1sec
Magic Power:
17,452
Magic Control:
23,493
Experience: 2,910,348/3,648,100
Vitality:
230
Endurance:
325
Strength:
100
Dexterity:
520
Wisdom:
1,526
Intelligence:
2,010
Speed:
1,460
Charisma:
1,300
Unallocated Stat Points: 0
Affinity
Light
73%
Illusion
39%
Dark
76%
Shadow
31%
Chaos
27%
Wind
25%
Quintessential Skill
[Illusory Palace] Lvl 101
[Revelry in the Night] Lvl Lvl 79
[Entropy] Lvl 53
[Dominion Chaos] Lvl 3
Skills
[Identify] Lvl 225
[Stealth] Lvl 219
[Shadow Walk] lvl 210
[Consume] lvl 195
[Tracking] Lvl 181
[Dodge] Lvl 174
[Enrage] Lvl 150
[Double Step] Lvl 141
[Flight] Lvl 134
[Disruption] Lvl 102
Spells
[Dark Manipulation] Lvl 229
[Dark Kitsunebi] Lvl 226
[Enthrall] Lvl 221
[Havoc Claws] Lvl 215
[Chaos Breath] Lvl 210
[Chaos Pierce] lvl 209
[Havoc Shadows] Lvl 205
[Wind Manipulation] Lvl 187
[Winds of Discord] Lvl 156
[Wings Of Bedlam] Lvl 147
Status Sheet
Name:
Nemesis
Age:
4
Level:
159
Species:
Dicentra Serpent
Genus:
Flowered Serpent
Rank:
5
Health:
2000
H-Regen:
+20/1.1sec
Mana:
9,040
M-Regen:
+123/1.1sec
Stamina:
1090
S-Regen:
+10.9/1.1sec
Magic Power:
10,521
Magic Control:
13,225
Experience: 1,277,019 /2,560,000
Vitality:
200
Endurance:
109
Strength:
105
Dexterity:
560
Wisdom:
904
Intelligence:
1,230
Speed:
901
Charisma:
60
Unallocated Stat Points: 0
Affinity
Earth
79%
Dark
62%
Shadow
11%
Poison
43%
Quintessential Skills
[Vengeance] Lvl 6
Skills
[Identify] Lvl 185
[Garden Song] lvl 185
[Consume] lvl 181
[Tracking] Lvl 175
[Stealth] Lvl 173
[Venom] Lvl 169
[Dodge] Lvl 158
[Poison Resistance] Lvl 156
[Enrage] Lvl 153
[Antidote] Lvl 123
Spells
[Minimize] Lvl 185
[Earth Manipulation] Lvl 183
[Earth Spike] Lvl 172
[Earth Scale] Lvl 170
[Earthquake] Lvl 162
[Shadow Wave] lvl 159
[Shadow Cloak] Lvl 151
[Poison Shot] Lvl 129
[Poison Scales] Lvl 121
[Poison Breath] Lvl 96
Status Sheet
Name:
Lelantos
Age:
45
Level:
146
Species:
Mirage Tiger
Genus:
Cheshire
Rank:
5
Health:
10,520
H-Regen:
+105.2/1.1sec
Energy:
10,240
E-Regen:
+109.8/1.1sec
Energy Power:
12,201
Energy Control:
13,563
Experience: 1,203,383/2,160,900
Vitality:
1,052
Endurance:
771
Strength:
661
Dexterity:
85
Wisdom:
253
Intelligence:
327
Speed:
150
Charisma:
35
Unallocated Stat Points: 0
Affinity
Light
82%
Illusion
60%
Earth
10%
Quintessential Skills
[Fortress] Lvl 4
Skills
[Identify] Lvl 181
[Stealth] Lvl 173
[Tracking] Lvl 165
[Dodge] Lvl 163
[Sentinel] Lvl 157
[Predator] Lvl 156
[Consume] lvl 151
[Enhancement] Lvl 148
[Bestial Roar] lvl 145
[Enrage] Lvl 135
Abilities
[Distortion] Lvl 180
[Empowered Claws] lvl 172
[Reflect] Lvl 163
[Enlargement] Lvl 160
[Morningstar] Lvl 156
[Reinforcement] Lvl 154
[Light Armor] Lvl 140
[Bulwark] Lvl 58
[Radiant Aegis] Lvl 54
[Light Screen] Lvl 45