What did you do? I asked him with feigned panic, still shooting arrows into the crowd of apehounds as I ran along the edges of the clearing.
But I knew exactly what he’d done, because I could even feel it with my own [Wild Bond]—the mushrooms using their own bond skill to repeatedly send an extremely loud psychic missive out into the jungle at large, one that would be echoed by many of the creatures who heard it and had their own bond skills.
And I could already hear the cries of the creatures who were coming to answer it. Worse still, if I began to shoot the apehounds in their heads again to help manage the enemy’s numbers, I’d reveal to Palefang that I had been faking my tiredness, my growing weakness—which may well have been why he’d done it.
I was hardly helpless. I’d wanted to call the convergence here because I was surrounded by aquatic swamp creatures, and they were all less likely to be able to manage the heights of the mushrooms and the flat of the clearing. The apehounds were well-suited to this place, but I expected they’d be alone in that—I could take better advantage of this battlefield than most of the things coming my way. I’d been raising my [Agility], and could build the skills to raise it higher—speed and conjured arrows would keep me safer than [Aegis] could.
I’d been gaining aspects from the dying apehounds, and now I quickly checked on them:
?—Your Boons:
4 [Animal 1 / Body 1]
1 [Earth 1 / Insect 1]
3 [Animal 1 / Surge 1 / Water 1]
2 [Armor 1 / Body 1 / Insect 1]
1 [Elemental 1 / Frost 1 / Mana 1]
If I could just get another [Surge 1] I’d have a stronger offensive ability without losing my spare [Water 1]. And if I could just find the time to remove my leathers I could upgrade my [Primeval Armor].
But whether it would matter, I couldn’t say. I didn’t want to gain [Frost Magick] yet because it would cost too much mana to fight an army with it, but also because I wanted to hold back every ability that I could in order to surprise Palefang, who had been watching me fight this whole time. Now, I might not get the chance to.
Palefang had increased the pressure—but he hadn’t changed the plan.
I suppressed a grin by making it a grimace. I was already considerably faster than I had been when I’d started fighting them, thanks to my reaching level 15—I could deal with these apehounds without ruining my charade.
I clipped my bow to my baldric and drew my spear, then drove its point into the head of the nearest apehound, collapsing its face around my spearpoint before I pulled the spear back, leapt out of the way of a charging enemy, then smashed the back of its head open with my spearpoint as its motion carried it past me.
My feet danced backward across the ground as I worked, spear hissing as it moved. Three more rapid thrusts followed it, killing as many attackers before I spun and gained more speed, peeling away from the gathering group of apehounds and noticing that they were slowing, growing more tired.
All the while, I channeled more mana into myself and the circles that I had drawn around the mushrooms at the edge of the arena. I finished a circle for the last of them, placing it carefully to be sure that it was in alignment with the eleven others.
I spun and lay into another few apehounds with my spear, only now the dwindling pack of them was presenting me with just a few targets—several of them were hanging back. Whether they were better at interpreting the spear as a threat, or simply recognizing how many of their number had already fallen, I didn’t know.
Whatever the cause, only a few of them came forward to attack—those that had been recruited by the convergence, by my guess. My spear punched several holes in several necks and faces as I stepped back to keep them at range, leaving them to fall to their deaths. The rest retreated to leap up onto their mushrooms, but I dropped my spear and then downed a few with arrows to the backs.
Some of the remaining apehounds peered up at me from the tops of the mushrooms—but I had earned myself a small reprieve before the chaos began.
Perfect.
It had served me well, but it was time to remove my armor. The vambraces and gloves had been pierced through to the skin in a few places. The hardened jerkin was warped by teeth marks where jaws had crushed it against me, and covered with many bloody punctures marking where fangs had penetrated through the armor, the cotton underlayer, and my skin. My leggings had been scratched through and chewed on.
I made more than a few cuts with my knives to the leather laces and straps that held the whole thing together. Then I tore my jerkin away like it was a layer of a second skin, gritting my teeth at the pain as hardened leather peeled away from the grimy, bloody cloth and skin beneath, the shallow wounds that covered my lower torso each flaring with pain.
My leggings came away next, leg by leg after I’d made the right cuts, greaves falling to the ground like pieces of bloodied husk. Last I pulled off my helmet, upgrading the relevant skill as I did so.
3 [Body 1] + 1000 Essence: [Body 2]
[Primeval Armor 7] + [Body 2]: [Primeval Hide 9]
[Primeval Hide 9]
[*Primeval 5] + [Armor 2] + [Body 2]
Base [Primeval Resonance] + 50% for calculating this skill’s [Aegis] bonus. (135%)
(This bonus is added to, not multiplied with, other bonuses to [Primeval Resonance])
+ 3.6×[Bestow]×[Primeval Resonance] to [Aegis]. (84)
This skill’s effect is reduced if you wear too much protective clothing. (-0%)
Exclusive: You cannot have other skills with [Armor] aspects that provide bonuses to [Aegis].
Out of my armor, I sucked in a deep breath, letting my chest expand to its fullest now I was free of my armor. New pain blossomed like a constellation across the wounds I refused to fully heal, but I welcomed the way it made the wounds feel fresh. The pain was like a splash of cold water in my face, a spike of wakefulness to my mind.
I tugged off my boots, then peeled away my stockings so that all I wore now was a sleeveless cloth vest, shorts to match it, my girdle, and my baldric. I relished the new sensations: my bare feet squishing in the wet earth, the warm, humid air on my bloodied arms and legs.
This was how to fight: I would feel the rushing air and the spattering blood of my enemies against my bare skin, would move uninhibited with the grace and ferocity of the wild elf I was, would feel these things resonate with the power of the primeval.
+ Limit! (16)
“Hah!” I cried.
- 5000 Essence: + 1 Level! (16/16)
+ 1 [Bestow 12]
- 1 [Bestow 12]: + 12 [Agility] (115)
I kept channeling the mana around me into my body, filling myself with the mana I knew I’d need for the fight to come.
The creatures of the forest were coming; I could hear them in every direction. I looked up to see tree-crabs and spiders emerging from the misty canopy, dozens of them crawling down the nearest trees.
How did you do this? I asked Palefang, still playing along as my heart pounded in my ears.
But my enemy only laughed.
I drew my bow and shot several arrows into the body of the closest spider until it fell from the tree, then reached out with my gaze and watched in dismay as the nearest mushroom extended its claim to heal the fallen foe.
I cursed, then turned my attention to the mushrooms. Most of the circles I’d drawn didn’t have enough mana in them, but a few did—and so I grabbed the circle with the most mana in it, then formed and cast the first part of my intended spell.
Flames burst forth in a ring around base of the mushroom, as close to its stalk as I could possibly push my claim. They were focused inward, the spell pushing the ignited mana into the mushroom much like my spell had worked with the lizard.
The mushroom burst into flames very quickly—it was far more flammable than I’d expected. Then it leaned and fell, the flames at its base eating through it in remarkable time.
“Hah!” I cried, blood and spittle flying from my mouth. The ease with which fire brought them down was good news indeed. I’d assumed the lightning had caused the first one to erupt in fire just because it was lightning.
+ 1651 Essence, [Fungus 1 / Life 1 / Mana 1]
My eyes widened as I saw this, and a giddiness bubbled up in my gut. More [Mana] and [Life] were both very useful: if all of the mushrooms granted boons, I’d be at a serious advantage.
I moved to the next mushroom while loosing arrows into the creatures that were coming down the sides of the trees, igniting another circle and gaining another boon after the mushroom had burst into flame.
Even by the time that the mushroom had fallen, however, the creatures of the forest had come upon me. One of the rainbow fish-birds reached me first, swooping in to try to strike me with its long beak and taking an arrow through the neck, then another between its upper wings. It fell to the ground and I planted a foot on it, examining its vitals while I loosed more arrows into the spiders that were leaving the roots at the edge of the clearing to skitter toward me.
The tree-crabs came right after them, along with some of the large, twelve-legged insects I’d fought on the way here. I paid careful attention to their approach as I shot my arrows and channeled the mana around me, trying to determine who was fastest.
I had burned another mushroom and brought down several of the twelve-legged insects, the fastest ones, by the time creatures began to reach me, spiders lunging forward while the tree crabs shot their bird-catching tongues. I leapt onto the largest spider then vaulted off its back while the tongues filled the air where I’d just been, all of them too slow.
As I crossed the clearing and put down a few more of the insects, I heard the sound of air-filled wings above me, then glanced up to see five of the flying lizards diving toward me in a loose formation. I ran for the roots, diving into the lowest level to close off their route of attack before launching more arrows and moving fast to keep the other creatures as far as possible. Unable to get a good attack vector, they swooped in and landed, two of them blocking off the approach of the rest of the swarm.
But I only managed ten more shots before I found I had to retreat again, sensing the fast approach of an underwater predator with my [Wild Bond] just moments before it burst from the water to try to snap me up in a massive set of many-toothed jaws. I leapt up onto the side of the nearest root, threw myself off it and onto the upper layer, shot two more arrows into the last of the flying lizards, then took three steps to leap onto the top of a nearby mushroom.
By now the clearing was filled with creatures: spiders, apehounds, more of the camouflaged water predators, horse-sized hounds whose fur glowed with lines of light, spike-covered balls that walked on a tripod of three long legs, long-snouted lizards that walked on two legs….
And every creature I didn’t kill would be healed by the mushrooms.
The tripods launched several spikes at me, and one of the missiles tore at my shoulder as I tried to dodge and twist out of the way, but I simply healed the deeper parts of the wound while returning fire with my own arrows, spearing one of the things through and watching it fall into the crowd before turning my bow on the other two of its kin.
The mushroom shook beneath me as various creatures began to climb its stalk, and two of the apehounds leapt up to fight me on its surface and quickly had their brains stricken through with more arrows. I heard a cry from above and looked up to see a diving bird with a wingspan wider than a city street, then rolled out of the way of its talons and drove a fist into the soft flesh of the mushroom-cap just to keep myself from being buffeted off by the force of its wings.
As the bird flew off, rounding to make another pass at me, I saw spiders’ legs come up over the side of the mushroom and realized it was time: I reached down into my gaze, extending my claim into the first part of my magic circle I could find, then ignited the mana, concentrating on the spell that would burn away the stalk of the mushroom with an intense blast of heat.
The mushroom beneath me lurched as I felt a wave of heat rise up to either side of me and heard the panicked cries of the creatures in the swarm as they cooked. Just like the first had, the mushroom beneath me quickly burst into flames. I leapt to the edge that faced the highest concentration of creatures beneath me, causing it to tilt in that direction as it began to fall—and then I sprinted to the other edge, batting a leaping spider out of the air with a forearm before kicking off the mushroom’s tilting rim to push it down into the swarm of monsters, crushing and burning dozens of them while I sailed through the air to land on the next.
+ Limit! (17)
- 5000 Essence: + Level! (17/17)
+ [Bestow 12]
- [Bestow 12]: + 12 [Agility] (127)
I was pushing more mana into the circle at the base of the mushroom while I was still in the air. I landed with burned feet to launch more arrows into the swarm, entirely in the order of threats—first two more of the missile-throwing tripods, then at the gigantic bird as it came to attack me once again, this time landing on the mushroom to strike me with its beak.
I rolled to one side, the beak coming down to pulverize some of the soft mushroom cap before my arrow struck the bird through one eye. It shrieked, lashed out at where I’d been as I leapt back, then took a second arrow through its second eye. Again I punched one arm into the meat of the mushroom as the bird beat its wings to escape, shrieking in pain.
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Then, as I kept channeling mana and the mushroom shook beneath me, I rose and searched the crowd for the creature I knew I’d need—one of the camouflaged waterborne predators from earlier. I shot it several times, pausing to kill one of the few remaining apehounds as it leapt up to meet me, then finishing my target off before the mushrooms could heal it.
+ 1451 Essence, [Surge 1 / Water 1 / Wild 1]
Then, as creatures began coming up over the sides of the mushroom, I dropped my bow and grabbed my spear, lashing out at every nearest creature, my feet moving in the complicated dance that spun me to face the enemies that came at me from all sides, my gaze ensuring that none of them came up behind me.
I either struck their vitals and killed them near-instantly, or simply threw them off the sides of the mushroom as I channeled more and more mana into the circle below, buying myself time to prepare the spell.
At last I threw my spear to stick into the center of the cap of next mushroom, grabbed my bow, triggered my spell, toppled the burning fungus into the swarm, then leapt down into the multilayered roots nearby and launched several more arrows before leaping onto the cap of my next target and turning my attention to the skies once more as I heard the whoosh and swoop of air-filled wings—more flyers.
But before they reached me, I had some work to do. I leapt back into the roots, running to a safer space to buy myself a few seconds of reprieve from the horde—it was time to use second two skill cores.
I’d picked up a few boons without even noticing them in the fighting, but I knew I had at the keys for at least one of the skills I wanted now that I could make 3 [Surge] and still have a [Water 1] remaining.
?—Your Boons:
5 [Animal 1 / Body 1]
1 [Body 1 / Wild 1]
1 [Earth 1 / Insect 1]
4 [Animal 1 / Surge 1 / Water 1]
2 [Armor 1 / Body 1 / Insect 1]
1 [Armor 1 / Body 1 / Wild 1]
1 [Elemental 1, Frost 1, Mana 1]
2 [Fungus 1 / Life 1 / Mana 1]
I took all this in, then built [Surge of Might]:
- 3 [Animal 1 / Surge 1 / Water 1]: 3 [Surge 1]
3 [Surge 1] + 1000 Essence: 1 [Surge 2]
- 3 [Animal 1 / Body 1]: 3 [Body 1]
3 [Body 1] + 1000 Essence: [Body 2]
[*Primeval 5] + [Body 2] + [Surge 2]: [Surge of Might 9]
[Surge of Might 9]
[*Primeval 5] + [Body 2] + [Surge 2]
+ 100 [Surge Pool].
Spend [Surge Pool] to briefly increase [Agility], [Strength], or [Aegis].
1 [Surge Pool] = 0.1×[Bestow]×[Primeval Resonance] to [Agility], [Strength], or [Aegis].
You must assign [Focus] equal to 0.24×[Bestow]×([Surge Pool] Spent) to this skill to spend [Surge Pool] in this way; this is a [Focus] cost equal to the attributes you would gain without factoring in the increase from your [Primeval Resonance].
The [Focus] you assign to this skill will not be freed for 3 seconds. Spending more [Focus] than necessary will reduce this wait time. If you use this skill with innate mental ability instead of [Focus], then you must still attend to this 3 seconds, either with innate mental ability or [Focus], before you can use this skill again.
You cannot more than double an attribute with this skill.
Currently, using all your [Focus] (47) will spend 16 [Surge Pool] to grant you + 97 [Agility], [Strength], or [Aegis]. Your whole [Surge Pool] is valued at + 596 total attributes.
Channel mana into this skill to replenish [Surge Pool].
“Hah!” I cried, facing the diving aerial predators. [Surge of Might] was an old favorite of mine. It was all about benefits and drawbacks: the benefit was that it was an extremely powerful attribute increase, and the drawback was that it was only there whenever you wanted or needed it.
I had one skill core left—and the next skill was a little more complicated to build:
[Animal 1 / Body 1]: [Animal 1]
[*Primeval 5] + [Animal 1]: [Animal Bond 6]
[Animal Bond 6]
[*Primeval 5] + [Animal 1]
You can telepathically sense, communicate with, and even attack all animal forms of life that are within your gaze.
Extending your gaze to include such creatures becomes easier, though you detect only their mind and external shape, not the internal composition of their bodies.
Unwanted telepathic contact with another creature costs mana to establish, use, and maintain. This skill also strengthens your ability to defend and hide from any such telepathy.
I hadn’t made the skill to be used with [Wild Bond]. Like [Earth Magick], it would be take too much mana to use the bond skills to fight the horde, and Palefang was almost certainly too strong for either of them to be much use against him. Instead, I would be using it to replace [Wild Bond].
First, I boosted the [Wild] core in [Wild Bond] to second rank so that I could add the second key:
[Body 1 / Wild 1]: [Wild 1]
[Armor 1 / Body 1 / Wild 1]: [Wild 1]
[Wild Bond 6] + 2 [Wild 1] + 1000 Essence: [Wild Bond 7]
Then I made another [Body 2] to make the new skill.
[Animal 1 / Body 1]: [Body 1]
2 [Armor 1 / Body 1 / Insect 1]: 2 [Body 1]
3 [Body 1] + 1000 Essence: [Body 2]
[Wild Bond 7] + [Body 2]: [Wild Grace 9]
[Wild Grace 9]
[*Primeval 5] + [Body 2] + [Wild 2]
+ 1.2×[Bestow]×[Primeval Resonance] to [Agility] and [Strength]. (26)
Extending your gaze to include all natural forms of life becomes easier, though you detect only their mind and external shape, not the internal composition of their bodies.
Unwanted telepathic contact with another creature costs mana to establish, use, and maintain. This skill also strengthens your ability to defend and hide from any such telepathy.
New speed and power flowed through me, a welcome rush of physical power to go with those I’d already gained that day. There was something so gratifying about starting weak and getting so strong so quickly.
I’d intended to build both skills, and so the whole process had only taken a second or so—but now I had to give in to desire and waste another moment looking:
?—Your Attributes:
131 [Aegis]
154 [Agility]
114 [Strength]
4 [Channel]
47 [Focus]
28 [Source]
12 [Bestow]
108% [Primeval Resonance]
111/280 Mana — 29% Primeval
Where I’d begun this fight barely able to outrun the apehounds and fearful of being surrounded, now I could outpace them easily, flowing across the terrain while my arms worked my bow, loosing arrows as fast as my heart beat.
With the increased strength from my [Bestow] rising and the reduced weight from my absent armor, I could leap the height of the mushrooms and shoot my arrows clean through the bodies of even the armored spiders.
It was all for Palefang. With four attribute-increasing skills and [Surge of Might] getting bolstered my high [Primeval Resonance], I might come close to matching his own physical attributes. And while his casting attributes would be extraordinarily high, this place was abundant with mana. He’d likely learned to rely on drinking mana from the air, and would have a relatively low [Source] but high [Channel].
If I could cut him off from absorbing or replenishing mana like I intended, and outlast his barrage of spells, then I could fight him tooth and claw.
But first I had the convergence to deal with.
I leapt back into the fray and fought on. More arrows flew, more creatures fell, more creatures appeared. My spear was in my hands as dark blood filled the air with its scent and coated my skin, and the soles of my feet were hot from the fire they tread across while I killed and killed and killed; mushrooms burst into columns of fire and fell into the disparate legions as I screamed with the thrill of violence and struggle, my body and mind moving together, fighting with grace and strength that had been given by gods, honed by elves, and perfected over century upon century.
I tried to hide my true abilities, to pretend that they were wearing me down so that Palefang wouldn’t realize how much stronger I was getting, wouldn’t see that I was buying myself time. I didn’t use [Surge of Might] at all, and only moved at my full speed and strength when it was necessary.
In many ways it didn’t matter. The strange tripods launched so many bony missiles that I was doomed to have them tear into me no matter how fast I moved, and sometimes leaping out of the way of a diving predator meant leaping into the claws of something else. Soon I was running dangerously low on [Life Pool] and worrying that I needed to build another healing skill so that I could keep my blood in my body and exhaustion out of it.
But I was anything but despondent: I was almost certain that my spell was ready, that my circles had enough mana. The convergence would peak, bringing both the largest and smallest creatures it could call against me. The big ones would grant strong boons, but the little ones would include swarms of insects—I would need to break the boon I’d taken from the elemental and build the [Frost Magick] skill to deal with them.
But as I leapt to the third-to-last mushroom, Palefang dispelled all these thoughts by contacting me through the bond—and I felt his mind boiling with wrath.
A curtain of dread came over me—along with a thrill of anticipation. It was time. At long last, it was time.
Clever little one, said Palefang. I admit: you have given me much to consider.
I reached out immediately, igniting the mushroom below me and leaping off it to land in the roots and spear a glowing wolf out of my way, running….
You deceive so poorly with words, Palefang said.
I stretched my gaze further into the air, watching the mana even as I ignited the next mushroom before the first had even fallen, sprinting past it to the center of the clearing, where I pressed another deep, wide circle into the earth at my feet, then running to dive into the great roots.
—And yet you lie so well with deeds, he finished.
I had to make him think that he had me, that every assumption he’d made was correct. Lie? I asked. I fight for my life against a swarm that you called to me! How is that a deception?
Palefang laughed without a trace of amusement as I reached out and set the last of the mushrooms aflame. You forget me. The first thing I told you, little one, was that my eyes see much.
I reached the roots, skidded to a halt on my knees, then pivoted to stand in an area that was hemmed in on either side and draw my spear, using both spearhead and butte to keep the creatures at bay as they came for me.
I can see that your many circles still hold mana, little one, said Palefang. His mind roiled with subdued rage. I can see that you are building a spell to kill me.
As I fought, I watched the air beyond, waiting for the twisting line of mana that I knew was coming… and Palefang spoke: boasting, taunting, and setting my blood afire with anticipation.
You are fearsome in your own way, little one—yet I am he who hunts but goes unhunted.
The sound of my spearpoint cracking through bone and chitin was like the crack of a whip, a rhythm set against my own furiously beating heart.
I am dread that stalks on silent paws, Palefang said, his voice filled with rising fervor, becoming almost maddened.
In the mist-lit shadows of the roots, the animals and I were nothing but black forms that gleamed with red: hungry eyes, wet mouths, fresh wounds—all red. I saw his spell begin to form and threw myself forward, past my assailants….
I am furious lightning and blood-stained ice! he cried. I am jaws wringing life from those that I conquer!
Ahead of me, the last of the burning mushrooms toppled, one dark shape wreathed in fire that fell and sent a whorling gout of ash into the air. Desperately, I leapt through the rush of smoke and cinders, landing on all fours and bounding into the center of the clearing—where I skidded to a halt in the thirteenth circle, the center of the other twelve.
Fear me! Palefang screamed in a violent crescendo, his bloodlust ringing in my mind. I am your death!
The lightning came, fiery light that burned a hole in the clouds above and lit the world like a new sun, a jagged line of red that split into a many-fingered fork and reached for each of my magic circles so as to break them open and ignite the mana within.
In that single moment, all my plans came to fruition.
Breaking the circles triggered the second half of my spell—a spell that I had written not in each circle, but across the circle formed by all twelve of them. The mana was channeled away from the reaching lightning like oil from water, moving inward instead of igniting, converging on the center circle where I stood, instantly forming a massive well of mana that the crude ring of packed earth around me couldn’t hope to contain for more than an instant.
For a moment I felt the mana running through me, an incandescent blaze of energy that made my teeth vibrate and my eyes burn—but my mind held the forms of my runes in an iron grip, shaping a spell that was ten times more complex than any I had cast so far.
The instant that Palefang’s lightning faded, my spell followed. I couldn’t stretch my claim far enough to reach my enemy, and so I had simply crafted the spell to follow the long, jagged mana vacuum that his lightning had momentarily left in the air, focusing the mana into a sophisticated bolt of blazing white power that tore its way up into the sky, through the glowing red mist and beyond.
Palefang’s lightning boomed, and my spell answered: a focused, white missile that cracked at the air like a whip, a crash of symbol to follow the heavy beat of steel drum.
Around me, the swarm began to retreat, running in every direction.
Above me, I heard a low, furious howl.
My mind reeled, the moment of pure focus that I’d needed for my spell over, the many runes and emotions that I’d snapped together into my composition fading much like the luminescent trails that the lightning had made in my vision.
I smiled. My spell had borne a curse, one that would keep him from healing and from replenishing his mana. I hadn’t killed him, but I’d made it possible to.
And in the [Wild Bond] and out loud, I laughed, laughed as I felt his wounded pride and unchecked fury. I had answered his spell, and now I could answer his boast.
You say you see much, o prince, I said, my voice low, quiet, and cruel. But your cunning is merely the leash that I lead you by.
In the bond, I could feel Palefang’s growing fury, his slipping focus—could sense him leaping down from some great height as blood pounded in his ears….
You speak of lightning as if you have cause to, o prince, I said, voice rising. Yet your noisome bolts are mere prelude to my own.
I clipped my spear to my baldric, drew out my bow, checked to be sure that both my knives were still at my belt….
You sent a swarm of beasts to kill me, o prince! I said in an ecstatic roar. And their corpses lie about me, supplicants prostrate on a carpet of blood!
I could sense him moving, springing from tree to tree, his claws digging easily into the rough bark, his eyes on the lower layer of red mist and the hole that had been burned there by his lightning.
I grinned, still laughing. At last we had come to it, to the end I’d been arranging since I’d first heard his voice.
“Listen now, O prince!” I shouted, letting my voice rip through the air around us and echoing my words in the [Wild Bond]. “I am Aziriel, [Primeval Champion], and ere this hour is done your blood will slick my palms, stain my spear, and sate my killing hunger!”
+ Limit! (18)
- 5000 Essence: + 1 Level! (18/18)
+ 1 [Bestow 12]!
- 1 [Bestow 12]: + 12 [Channel]! (16)
?—Your Skills:
0: [Sable Grace 20]
0: [Primeval Power 30]
0: [Earth Magick 6]
2: [Wild Grace 9]
4: [Life Magick 6]
6: [Primeval Hide 9]
8: [Might 6]
10: [Surge of Might 9]
15: [Animal Bond 6]
?—Your Attributes:
139 [Aegis]
154 [Agility]
114 [Strength]
16 [Channel]
47 [Focus]
28 [Source]