~Day 182~

So… There it is. My ship. My home for however long I have left to have one. The U.C.S Redemption. The second United Council Ship to belong to the Pathfinders, the first being the one I’m currently in.

I was stood in the hangar, waiting for my shuttle to be ready. From where we were situated I could get a good full look of what will be my ship. In general it had a similar appearance to most Ein ship designs. Taller than it is wide and a thick blocky front leading to a sharp back. Almost like a sword, only much wider. Of course ship design wouldn’t change that much in three years, our ships have been effectively the same for hundreds of years. This one, however, was even smaller than other models of the same class. To make up for it though, four large engines sat at the back sticking out from the sharp end.

Most pathfinder ships are on the smaller side, but this one is definitely the smallest and I’m guessing one of the fastest, if not the fastest. I doubt it was made with countering the beasts that we call enemies in mind, especially considering it takes at least five years to design and then build a ship, which means it was just the direction the Ein military was heading for anyway.

In the end, it’s probably just a repurposed ship that happened to be production when this all started, but it’s perfect for the situation we’re in. Looking at its size and the general number of crew a Pathfinder ship has I’m expecting less than two hundred personal. Most Pathfinder ships have between 300 and 400 crew members. Whereas ships belonging to other branches of the military sometimes have up to 10,000.

That’s what will make the pathfinders so useful in dealing with this new threat. A ship of 10 ,000 would just end up being fodder for a species that can control corpses. We’re trained to work even with skeleton crews.

“Command- Lieutenant Commander. Your shuttle is ready.” An engineer called out to me from the door of a shuttle.

The way he got my rank wrong. I must have met him at some point in the past. Or at least had something to do with him. I breathed a small sigh. I’ve been gone too long to remember everybody's face. I took one last quick glance at my destination and boarded the shuttle.

The small ship in question was kitted out for luxury travel. Clearly it was designed for officers. By the looks of the supplied large soft looking chairs, I’m guessing officers that aren’t exactly used to rough living. It’s no secret that there are still an upsetting amount of rich kids that go on to become officers without deserving it.

As I groaned silently at the idea of taking one of those seats my eyes drifted to the pilots seats. The pilots in question were already sat down watching me. I had to hold myself as a commanding officer in front of these people, whether I wanted to or not. So, whilst hesitant, I sat myself down in the nearest chair. As soon as it made contact, I felt my back melt into the chair. How a chair can even be this soft I’ll never know. “Are you prepared for take off Lieutenant Commander?” The first pilot asked.

“Go ahead.” I told him. I probably could have said something with more authority, but I’ve been out of this game for quite a while. I’m a little rusty I must admit.

The pilot turned to his controls and began flicking switches before taking hold of the wheel. “Taking off now Ma’am.” He replied.

Just as the words left his mouth, I felt a gentle shake as our shuttle lifted off the ground. Then as the second pilot flicked a few more buttons, we flew through the airshield protecting the hangar entrance and made our way into the vast silence of space.

Shuttles weren’t the fastest ships, they’re only meant for short range voyage after all. So it would be a few minutes until we reached the Redemption. That only makes me question the need for luxury that much more.

“Uh, Lieutenant Commander?” The co-pilot called my name as he turned around in his chair.

The man was stocky, but it’s clear he wasn’t a Dwarf at least. His head had a lack of hair yet it seemed to be intentional. However, his chin held a thick, yet short beard. “What is it pilot?” I asked.

With a flurry, he stood up and gave a short salute. “Yes well, that’s the thing ma’am. I’m going to be your pilot. Or at least the helmsman. I just thought I should introduce myself before we reach the ship ma’am.” He replied before sitting back down.

He was going to be my pilot? His expression is certainly serious. From the way he introduced himself I get the feeling he’s a bit straight laced. That can be a problem when it comes to your helmsman. By the book helmsmen always get you killed. Well, I’m not dead yet so that’s definitely a bit of an exaggeration, but they’re generally not a good idea. A pilot needs to be able to think on their toes and perform risks. The fact they’ve given him to me… Is the council just trying to get on my bad side now? Did I do something in particular to upset them?

My eyes drifted back to the pilot. Perhaps I’m making too quick a judgement, I haven’t even seen him pilot yet. Even now he’s just a co-pilot… Which in of itself could be a worry. Still, it’s going to be… Odd. I had an almost unchanging crew for two decades before we got stuck on that planet. I did my grieving over the three years I was there, but that doesn’t mean I’ll suddenly be able to work with a new crew like it’s nothing.

Still I should probably at least attempt to work with them. The first step towards that is getting to know my officers. To be the helmsmen would mean this man is one said officer. “It’s good to meet you. Can you state your name and rank?” I asked him. Was that too awkward? Since what happened was all such a blur I didn’t think about it then, but the past few days it’s come to my attention that it’s been around two years since I last interacted with someone. I feel as though I may be a little rusty.

He turned his head. “People generally call me Rota, ma’am. The full names Rimm Rota Rassit. I’m just a Midshipman ma’am.” He replied before turning back.

A midshipman? That doesn’t bode well, either. That either means he’s only just become an officer. Or that he comes from a wealthy family and has only just finished training. Either way he doesn’t have much experience in his position. On top of everything else they’re doing, they’re also giving me an inexperienced crew?

I know they told me to help train this company, but I didn’t realise they meant very literally. “We’re nearing the hangar ma’am. I’m preparing to hail them.” The other pilot announced.

My distracted mind snapped back into focus as I stood up from my chair and took a few steps closer to the front window. “So there it is.” I muttered. I had seen it just a few minutes ago of course, but that was from a distance. To see it up close is a different matter entirely. Even as a small ship in its class, it still towered over us. Of course it did, it’s a ship designed to carry a few hundred men as a skeleton crew. Even Pathfinders ships are designed to be able to house a lot of men, just in case we need to carry a lot of marines to the surface of a new planet. Or of course in case another branch of the military is in desperate need of transport.

What I did find a little surprising was the fact that there was already clearly a large R being painted on the side. It seems as though the Commodore must have called ahead to tell them the name I gave to the ship.

The pilot in front of me brought his finger up to his ear then nodded his head lightly. In front of us, a large portion of the Redemptions hull pulled apart to reveal the hanger behind it. “They’re ready for you Ma’am.” The pilot told me.

I suppose this is it. The start of my new life. For however long it lasts. I took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh. “Alright. Bring us in.” I ordered the pilot. If we want any chance of winning this war, I’m going to have to go all out from the start.

…

Another memory? Feels like it’s been a while since the last one. On the other hand. My head doesn’t hurt this time, so that must be an improvement. Although, I’ve noticed something. Something that I also noticed from my older memories of that life.

I had a real big problem with authority. I mean, that’s not entirely true. I followed my orders and respected a lot of my superiors, but I seemed to spend half my time complaining about some general or a noble or something. Even before I joined the military. That does explain a few things about what I’ve done in the past half a year though.

I slowly sat up from my bunk and swept my hair back. At the bottom of my bed a massive weight pushed against my legs. Even at his size Alvir still wanted to sleep with me. If I were still a human the bones in my legs would be dust by now. Lifting my leg lightly, I gave the Wolf a little kick.

His eyes fluttered open just before he opened the maw he called a mouth and let out a long yawn. “Mornin’ Mashter.” He mumbled.

I smiled in reply. “Morning Alvir. Would you mind getting off me?” I beamed at him.

Alvir looked up the bed at me with groggy eyes then down at his own hulking body. After a few seconds he nodded his giant head before lazilly rolling off my legs onto the wooden floor. “Alvir…” I muttered.

Well, at least I could move without any trouble now, not that it would have been too hard to get him off me, but I’d prefer not to cause the goofball any discomfort. Within a few minutes I had gotten my things together and hauled the bag of sand over my back. Before leaving to the spot I was going to practise my magic I tapped Alvir on the head to tell him where I was going. Seems he still wanted to sleep a bit longer, so I let him.

Vinn, who seemed to mostly just like sleeping whilst we were in the air was sitting at the base of my bed. When Mushmen sleep they could literally just be mistaken for normal giant mushrooms.

I was more excited for this than I’d like to admit. I hadn’t practised Earth magic for a while, I’ve been distracted by one thing after another after all. I was surprised to see who was waiting for me when I arrived at the front of the ship. All the Wolves were awake and waiting; although this was near where they sleep, however on top of them were both Wrok and Aedi.

I furrowed my brow, what an unusual pair. “What are you two doing here?” I asked.

Aedi stood up raising her hand into the air. “I WAS SLEEPING WITH THE WOLVES!” She shouted happily.

Oh. That’s surprising, I didn’t realise she was getting on with them so well… “I mean… That doesn’t really answer my question though.” I replied. Although it does in a way I suppose.

“They said you were going to practise magic and it made me like, yeah!” She replied grinning and fist pumping.

It made her like yeah? She’s a mage, why exactly is she so excited about seeing magic? A sigh drifted from my lips. “Well I guess that’s fine. What about you, Wrok?” I turned my attention towards the Orc.

Wrok nodded his head and sat down against the side of the ship. “Wrok saw you collecting the sand. Wrok has yet to see your magic up close.” He answered me.

This all made me a little embarrassed. Practising magic in front of a group of Wolves was making me feel shy enough as it was, now I’m going to have an entire crowd to deal with. Of course, it wasn’t exactly like I could stop them from watching, I just don’t think it’ll be as interesting as they imagine.

“Fine, fine. You’re all welcome to watch, I just don’t think it’ll be that interesting.” I told them as I sat myself on the ground. As I crossed my legs, I placed the bag on the deck, spreading it out so the sand was a visible pile in front of me.

With a deep breath I began. First off, I decided to just lift it into the air, to make sure I could manipulate it properly even here. With a little concentration, the molecules began to slowly lift encircling each other before eventually forming a near perfect compressed ball of sand in the air.

“Oooh!” A mix of voices reached my ears. I looked past the ball with a deadpan look. Even Aedi an actual mage held an impressed look. What exactly is she so impressed by? She can literally evaporate a floor boss.

Next I thought about continuing using them as projectiles, although that might be beyond my knowledge. I could try and turn them to glass, but I don’t think I could manipulate glass, as far as I’ve heard no ones done such a thing.

Is there any real benefit to using sand? All I can think of is making sand storms, but that requires a lot of the stuff. Or I suppose I can manipulate the sand around peoples legs to get them stuck…

Huh. It seems like the only things I can think of using sand for involve a lot of it. As in deserts. I can literally think of no use for such a small amount of sand. Why did I even bring this on board?

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Whilst staring at the sand I had floating around in a swirling pattern in front of me, I began to scratch my chin. At least I can practise manipulating it for a while. That will make using it in the future easier, although to what degree I don’t know.

“How’s it coming along darling?” A sudden voice from behind me made me jolt and drop my concentration. All the sand in front of me fell to the ground. I turned my head to see Cadiz with Alka at her side. She smiled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” She teased.

I turned back to the sand then scratched my head. I suppose being a Demon she’ll probably know more about sand magic than me. As their continent is largely made of sand, they have the most knowledge on it out of anyone. I let out a sigh before turning back to the Duchess. “I can’t find a use for it.” I told her bluntly shaking my head.

Cadiz let out a quiet chuckle. “To someone not used to it, it would certainly seem like sand is not as useful as earth and truth be told, there isn’t much you can do with such a small amount.”She told us.

So I was right. “Why didn’t you stop me before I did this then?” I asked her. Was she trying to teach me some sort of lesson or something? A lesson about what though?

The Demon lord crossed her arms and revealed a deep, slightly worrying grin. “I didn’t say there was nothing you could do.” She corrected me in a deep voice.

I narrowed my eyes. Something about that sounds dangerous. Although that just seems to be Cadizes usual demeanor. “Can you teach me?” I asked hesitantly.

Cadiz shrugged. “Sort of.” She told me. “I’m not a user of Earth magic myself, but I know a little.” She then proceeded to sit down on a nearby barrel. “There is a little I can tell you though.” She grinned.

I nodded my head. “Anything would be nice at this point.” I replied with a chuckle.

She adjusted herself on the barrel then lent towards me a little. “Do you know why Earth magic is so popular with Demon assassins?” She asked whilst looking me in the eye. I shook my head and looked to the others around us. Even Aedi who is a Demon seemed confused. “Think about it this way.” Cadiz continued. “A desert is filled with tiny sand particles, billions upon billions upon billions of them. Each one controllable with Earth magic. Now think about what happens when someone fighting in the desert. Breathing sand particles is going to happen, don’t you think?” She grinned a cruel grin. I think I’m starting to see where this is going. “Now, do you think that just because the sand is now inside someones body, it suddenly becomes unusable for a Earth magic user? No. Not at all. Not at all…” She finished, her face near twisted in a sadistic grin.

Before I could say anything her face returned to normal and she sat upright. “Of course something like that is useless to someone who fights so straightforwardly like yourself. I just thought it might be useful knowledge.” She smiled a much gentler smile this time.

I looked back at the sand. “So what exactly are you saying?” I asked her, still not entirely understanding. If such a use is useless to me, why did she tell me?

Cadiz stood up brushing a few specks of sand of of her dress. “What I’m saying is… Be creative. Think. Anything that should be possible with magic is possible.” She finished before turning away. “Anyway, must be off. Still much to do my dears.” She finished with a wink. Alka, who had stood by silently gave a slight nod before following along behind. Always busy that one.

Still. She says to use my imagination… What does that even mean in this context. Maybe I can use something from my previous lives to help? Ein was a lot more technologically advanced than this world. Things like spaceships, guns computers. Weird to think about how normal they all seem to me.

Does any of that help me though? Something in the sciences? I can’t say I learnt much about sand in my days of education, it wasn’t really the focus of any of my lessons. Although… Thinking about it, maybe there is something I could do… What would happen if I mashed two grains of sand together? Would it form a larger, more solid lump? If I use enough force combined with magic, surely I could make some use of one large lump of sand.

I suppose I won’t know until I give it a try… So, with that plan I concentrated hard. I grabbed a few lumps of sand in my hand, and squeezed it tight, making sure to feed my mana and power into it. I have no idea what this will make, but it’ll be an interesting experiment.

After a few seconds, I felt the looseness disappearing, they were definitely changing in some way. The lump had also begun to heat up. Finally, after waiting another few seconds, I released my hand to see what lay beneath.

I don’t know what you would call it. The sand had almost become rock like. I’m not even sure if this would be possible normally without magic. I could still make out that it was sand, the surface almost looked like the wet sand a child makes a sand castle out off, but it was completely dry and hard to the touch.

I gave it a light squeeze, the formation didn’t budge an inch. “Woooow. How did you do that? What is it?” I heard Aedi ask.

My eyes gravitated upwards to see the small group I was with staring at me. Oh yeah, I’d forgotten they were watching. I shrugged my shoulders. “I dunno yet. Might end up being nothing.” I replied, moving the odd rock around in my palm.

The rock lifted from my hand with the use of my magic. So, I can certainly still manipulate it like it were ordinary sand, so that’s good. Just how solid is it though? With no hesitation, I launched the rock towards the wall on the side of the ship. As it collided it made a loud, dull bang before breaking back into sand.

“Well that’s a little disappointing.” I muttered. Or at least I thought. As the small cloud of sand settled, I noticed something. There was definitely a dent in the wood. It had become a little splintered too. I definitely did more damage with this than whatever I tried before. “I think I can use this.” I grinned.

Aedi tilted her head. “How?” She asked with a furrowed brow. Next to her the Wolves nodded in agreement.

I squeezed my hand. “Whatever I did to that sand caused it to damage that wall. Sand can’t ordinarily do that. However, that was just after a few seconds of pouring my mana in to it. What would happen if I spent a minute on it? Or even longer?” I asked, a little excited.

“Well… It could end up doing nothing new, couldn’t it?” Kasa asked.

My face grew blank. I looked down at my hand again. “Well yeah… I suppose so…” I replied dejected.

“You upset her!” Aedi bluntly stated tapping Kasa.

Kasa looked panicked as her tail rose up. She then looked between me and Aedi. “I- I’m sure it’ll make a difference.” She nodded her head as if to assure herself. It wasn’t very convincing.

A murmur of displeasure escaped from my lips. I was extremely excited to see where this could go, but I feel as though the wind has been taken out of my sails. There is of course every chance that it won’t change in strength at all, but even so there’s no harm in trying. “I’m going to keep going.” I stated with resolution. I looked up at the others. “You guys are welcome to stay, but I imagine it’ll be kind of boring.” I told them.

The group looked at each other. “I mean… This is our spot anyway.” Kuda muttered looking away from us. Kasa chuckled.

Aedi put her finger up to her chin. “I was just going to cuddle with Sari and the baby.” She replied.

I looked over to Sari. “You’re alright with that?” I asked her.

Sari chuckled. “He’s not.” She stated motioning her head towards Kuda. “But the babies growing inside me, so he doesn’t get a say.” Her face distorted into what can only be described as a disturbing grin.

I chuckled. Sometimes I feel a little sorry for the overprotective Kuda. Well, I suppose that they’re going to stay there, whether they’re going to watch me or not is a different question. Finally I turned to Wrok. “What about you?” I asked.

Wrok shook his head. “Wrok has meditating to do. Over here will be too loud. Wrok will come back later to check your progress.” He answered before standing himself up. With a quick bow he excused himself.

Well. I suppose I lost one audience member at least. Still, I guess I better do as I promised to myself and keep trying. The plan was in place and I had plenty of mana left. So I brought some more sand into my palms and got to work.

At first I held it for about half a minute. The results... Well they definitely got me excited at least. There was certainly a difference in strength, although it was clearly not massive. In fact it was barely noticeable, but it was there.

I then decided to hold it for about ten minutes. Obviously just sitting there staring at my hand would be boring so I thought I’d talk to the wolves. About what they might do in the future. For now, they said their main goal was just to keep Sari and the baby safe.

It seems as though they haven’t decided what to do after that. For all we know the Queen could offer them safe haven after all, at least if they wanted it. I can’t exactly imagine a group of Wolves roaming around the palace of the Demon Queen though.

After the ten minutes were up, I revealed the rock. This time there was a clear physical difference, the colour of the rock had become somewhat darker. On top of that, the texture had changed and there was less distinction between the sand clumps.

Since this seems to be a bit tougher than the last one and I didn’t actually want to damage the ship, we found some unused wood and set up a quick target. With a quick aim I threw the rock as close to the centre of the target.

As soon as they met, the target shattered in two as splinters flew in all directions. It was certainly more effective than the last one. However, the rock still broke. At least I know for definite that the longer I hold it the denser and stronger it becomes.

Still, does that really help me all that much? After a whole ten minutes and not an insignificant mana drain it’s still weaker than just a normal rock you can find anywhere. Sure I can’t control normal rocks magically, but that’s besides the point. I need something that can do damage, I can’t imagine I’ll be facing many beings weak enough to be damaged by these rocks in the near future.

The only way these could be useful would be if I could spend hours on them at a time to make them stronger, but I’m not sure even my mana will hold out from hours of continual use.

Although, there might be another way I can do this. Perhaps I can refine the process? If I just keep practising, maybe I’ll be able to get better results with less time and mana put in. After all this is my very first time trying this. Even if you use all the right ingredients when baking a cake that doesn’t mean it’ll turn out perfect the first time.

My mana was already about halfway gone though, so I decided to just spend another hour or two on this. I also want to see what will happen if I use my mana up very slowly over a long period, although I can’t imagine it would be that much different.

So as I did so the others carried on with their own business. Just as he promised Wrok came over once or twice to see if I’d made any progress. He seemed interested in my plans, to a certain level at least.

On top of Wrok, both Alvir and Vinn came over at one point. They had apparently been playing at the back of the ship, but Odwiff shooed them away as he was trying to concentrate on some plans he was drawing up.

The time for dinner fast approached and I had more mana left over than I thought. Probably due to the incredibly slow rate I decided to use it. Funnily enough the rock did turn out a bit different. It had become… Well flexible I suppose. It felt like a rock and was hard like one too, but I could also bend it a bit like it was still made up of sand. Which, it was, but it was still odd. I can’t think of any use for bendy rocks right now, but that seems like something that would have a unique use at some point in my life.

When I told Cadiz, Alka and Gial, who were sitting at the same table as me about what I was doing they all had mixed looks. Gial said that it was just like me to do something like that and Cadiz told me that wasn’t quite what she had in mind, whereas Alka just sighed.

I don’t really get what they mean though, I thought that my idea was quite clever, but they seem to be… I don’t know, disappointed? Although that’s not quite the right word for it. Still, I don’t really care, personally I think it’s a great idea. Rocks that are harder than rocks that I can control with magic can only be a good thing right?

Shortly after, my day was mostly done. For what time I had left until I’d be hitting the hay I thought I’d keep hanging out with the wolves. Seems as though since they joined us Aedi was constantly hanging out with them. Kuda must see her as being a non threat, but then he hasn’t seen her magic.

Tomorrow, I’m going to take a quick break from my magic practise and get on with my side project. Kasa’s saddle. I still don’t quite understand why she actively wants one, but I’m not going to complain about having something to do.

~Day 183~

Before I could get started with my side project as intended, I was given a set of blueprints by Odwiff. It turns out that was what he was working on yesterday. Kasa gave him a detailed description of what she wanted and he drew it up for her.

The problem is what she wants is very… Intricate. I’ve made a few relatively intricate bits of leatherwork in the past on a new set of armour and the like, but this is far beyond anything I’ve made before. Whether I can make what she wants or not is up for debate, but I’ll give it my best shot.

The oddest request she had, was for the leather to be white. I’ve never dyed leather before, so I had to get Odwiff to help me with it. He said he would do it after the saddle is finished. Surely it needs to be done first? Or do the Dwarfs have some sort of incredible Dwarven method for dyeing? They seem to have better ways of doing most crafting work.

Thanks to already knowing the method, I got a lot of the basic stuff done quite quickly this time. Well, it would have gone quicker if I didn’t have Kasa breathing down my ear asking me what everything was and what I was doing. It was rather hard to concentrate on much due to that. Still, there was no rush. I got the last one done quicker than I was expecting, the only trouble this time is the details.

I also decided to do something else with today's time. It occured to me as I was working on the saddle, if I can’t pour that much mana into the sand in one go, why not just pour a lot over time? If I do a bit every day, it doesn’t deplete too much mana each day and should have the same effect. At least that’s the hope.

Other than my own personal plans nothing much happened today. I spent dinner with Lason, Kuuli and Bear, I thought I’d catch up with them and see how they were doing. Lason was slowly recovering, he could now walk a little without any assistance and he had less bandages on now, which can only be a plus. I also found out that Kuulis father was a leatherworker, she said she might be able to help out a little bit with the fine details, so that was good for me.

After dinner Cadiz announced that we would be landing tomorrow afternoon. It only reminds me that we’re getting closer and closer to the capital. For the past few days we’ve just been flying over a near flat desert, which just makes me wonder why they decided to build the capital all the way down south. The north is nice, vibrant and green. Down here… It just doesn’t seem worth it.

Then again the capital is supposed to be closer to the southern coast, so It’s probably got some greenery and water around it too. Still, I’ve heard that the Demon Continent only gets hotter the further south you go. We don’t notice is as much up here, but it is noticeable whenever we land. That’s a point, I should probably get a change of clothes for very hot weather. My overcoat definitely doesn’t help with that. I suppose now I have something else to occupy my time, huh?

Come to think of it. What’s my leatherworking level at now anyway? I haven’t really thought to check it. Wait [Leatherworking 9]... It’s level nine? When did it get that high? Have I just not been paying attention? I don’t feel like a leatherworking master. Then again, maybe it has multiple ranks to it like Demifoot? Well, I’m guessing that by the end of this saddle I’ll know the answer to that.

[Name: Ellena Orcsbane]

[Age: 182 Days]

[Species: Arbor Ferrous, Dryad]

[Height: 7'-6"]

[Sex: Female]

[Title/s: Kin of Ellephwen, Wolfmother, Slayer.]

{Level: 65]

[Health: 55604/55604]

[Mana: 9106/9106]

[Stamina: 41380/41388]

[Hunger: 41000/41388]

[Attack: 37128]

[Defence: 66224 + 22000]

[Magic Attack: 9824]

[Magic Defence: 18871]

[Skills:

[Pain Resistance lvl 10 (Max)] [Poison Resistance lvl 8] [Mind Resistance lvl 2]

[Venom Resistance lvl 8] [Lightning Resistance lvl 5] [Paralysis Resistance lvl 4]

[Night vision lvl 10 (max)] [Amplified Vision lvl 9] [{Mushroom Helmet lvl 73}]

[tough stomach lvl 8] [Unarmed Combat Expert lvl 9] [Polearm Expert lvl 6]

[Demifoot lvl 10] [Warriors Heart lvl 52] [Warriors Will lvl 36]

[Warriors Strength lvl 44] [Greater Regeneration lvl 8] [Guardian lvl 10 (Max)]

[Dryads Charm lvl 18] [Skinning lvl 5] [Tanning lvl 5]

[Leatherworking lvl 9] [Carving lvl 3] [Earth Magic lvl 9]

[{Wolfmother lvl 18}] [{Pillars Aura lvl 15}]