CHAPTER XII: BAD DAY
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TRIAL TIME 07:23:07
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IMPERIAL BAY
THE MATRIARCH
The Matriarch of all of the Imperium forces on Serenity wasn’t having a good day. Her mind was racing, she didn’t know what went wrong. Everything had gone to shit so fast. It was only a Common period ago since her grand mission to finish off the mermaids had turned to absolute fecal matter, and not the good kind, the worse kind... diarrhea. It was a backfire that was impossible to miss. She had thousands of displaced citizens and even more dead ones.
The displaced ones were a big problem, elves didn’t eat as much as their Gnome counterparts, but they did require sustenance. But with the whole forest being wiped out, the genocide of her people was very much a reality.
Speaking of Gnomes, the council had given her a no-confidence vote fracturing the Imperium even more, when they needed cohesion. “Greedy fucking Gnomes.” She said as she raced through the woods, as she neared the beach, she burst out of the tree line onto the sand at a full skill-enhanced sprint. She was a peak existence on this island, and she was surprised that she was still followed by a Power armor automaton the size of a three-story house.
She had always thought she was the most powerful in the Imperium on the planet so far, well other than the progenitor of course. But the last few days had proven her wrong, the civil war that had ensued after the death of ten thousand troops had taken more lives than the aggressors ever did. She had to put down the council which had only made the civil war worse.
She didn’t know where she went wrong. Being a Peak classer in the Imperium usually meant you weren’t challenged, and she had an entire family of Peak Classers, but the Professions of the Gnomes proved to be more powerful than she could ever imagine. When the Gnome Count found out that his brothers and sisters were killed by the Matriarch after the vote that he had authorized, he didn’t hesitate to strike at the heart of the Imperium with a Power Armor army.
The bronze-skin Enhanced High elf dodged a thrown tree as her danger sense had warned her at the last second. She would have done it much more gracefully if she wasn’t dead tired, out of potions, and on Mana Crystal cooldown. To her current self, a dodge was a dodge. She noticed that the tree wasn’t thrown by the one chasing her, but a second Power armor that had somehow flanked her. “How is something that big that fast?” She complained, and not for the first time in two days. Her danger sense was still flaring up crazily. Like most elves, she had leaned into her magic side so even after all these centuries her physical stats were still a few thresholds behind her mental ones. But she made that up with gear and slaves. But the damn Gnomes had deactivated the slaves’ collars three days ago which lead to a slave rebellion, another personal failure of the matriarch. The Gnomes never did like the slave business, but they knew it was necessary to establish a foothold on any new planet.
Her emergency and last personal shield broke as a war hammer with glowing anti-magic sigils on it slammed into her body sending her flying out into the water a few hundred meters. She smiled as she coughed up blood. Her powers were the nature path, so while she was unmatched against flesh and blood creatures, the Gnomes never sent any, just these powerful automaton armors, she had ways to deal with them, but she couldn’t do so if they could attack her with impunity. The problem with having a focused path was other spells have a much longer cast time, and she hadn’t had more than two minutes of rest since the elven faction was attacked by an army of power armors, forty-eight hours ago and they did it while she was coordinating the defense during the slave rebellion. They were completely ambushed by their once allies.
She swam up to the surface, her mana was dangerously low as she had pumped all of it into her shield, and a good thing she did too. She only had 600 HP left after that blow, and that was having a shield up with an emergency talisman, if she hadn’t she was sure she would be bloody mist right about now, and sent to respawn. She wasn’t afraid of dying her phylactery was safe, but her position was tentative at best. She needed to get a message to the higher-ups of the Gnomes’ betrayal, and their true power. If they can do this to them on this planet the Gnomes may be the most formidable enemy of the Imperium pretending to be just crafters.
She broke the surface and took in a deep breath. She looked towards the beach and saw that ten Power Armors stood at the edge of the water. They didn’t seem like they had amphibious capabilities. “Thank the progenitor.” That was when she felt it. Her perception Talent pick-up movement. Not from the beach, but from the water below.
The matriarch was old, so there was very little that could surprise her, but the last week had turned her beliefs upside down. The mermaids had taken back all of the land they wanted since the Imperium’s armies were either destroyed or fighting each other. She knew mermaids were tough to deal with on land where the water mana was high, but in the water, it was suicidal to fight them. It was the only reason why they couldn’t wipe them out completely, the mini islands they commanded were well-defended. But it was only a matter of time, and time was something elves had a lot of, or so she thought.
She looked at a small island in the middle of the bay with a single structure on it. The Progenitor’s home. She wasn’t going to make it. Even if she had the Mana to use her movement spell, they were all on cool down for at least another minute. She didn’t have a minute.
That was when she felt the pressure of tier disparity for the first time since coming to this accursed island. It was like a weight on your soul that let you know that you were weaker than someone. She smiled, the progenitor had entered the bay, and by the way he was releasing his Presence, he was not very happy.
“What is the meaning of this daughter?” He asked as a team of mermaid assassins stopped only a few meters from the Matriarch and looked up to an Elf standing on the water like it was solid ground. The waves didn’t even move under his feet. It was like the water was just solid where he stood.
The mermaid assassins looked at each other, hesitant for a beat, but then they attacked, a foolish decision, on a good day, but today was NOT and good day, it was a bad day. The tall Elf standing on the water didn’t even look at them, he just swiped his hand horizontally, and ten mermaids were bisected instantly by a blade of water. Their loot globes floated away on the waves that were kicked up. Water blades cut apart the remaining mermaids without even coming close to the matriarch. She couldn’t drink a potion for another two hours as she had potion sickness from overuse, so she had to let her natural regen kick in. That was why her eyes widened when the Elf reached his hand out to her, she took it and felt all her pools begin refilling.
“Progenitor.” She said with a deep awkward bow.
“Daughter, explain yourself.” He said coldly while looking at the Gnomes on the beach. “Has there been a Gnome rebellion again?”
‘Again?’ She had never heard of... she shook her head, not time for that. “We had a summoning mission go wrong my lord. In the process, a cataclysm whipped out our third and fourth army stationed in the Vile Plains. Sending ten thousand to respawn and eventually causing at least two thousand perm-a-death.”
That got an unreadable look from the powerful being. “Perm-a-death? Why were their phylacteries destroyed? And why didn’t they just respawn at the cathedral?” The elf was very confused he had been out of the loop for too long it seemed. But he was strong enough to make anything right on this island at least.
“The part of the Vile plains they were in was too far from the cathedral, and the nearest temple was also destroyed.” She answered mostly honestly. “We believe that most of the ones killed will respawn, but we haven’t lost this many since the first days, and the priests are having a hard time keeping up. Plus there has been treason from the Gnomes.”
“Treason? How?” The elf looked back to the beach as the Power Armors removed a magical green core from their chest and replaced it with a bigger core, this one glowing blue. The progenitor frowned. “Interesting, water cores.”
“They turned off the slave collars, and attacked the capital in force.” She answered.
“They did what?” He looked into the matriarch eyes burning with ire. “What did you do?” The accusation clear.
That wasn’t the question she was expecting, and while the progenitor had solidified the water she was standing on it didn’t feel as stable as it did before the question. “I-I had to kill off the council when they voted me out, because of the losses we took. I-I told them that my power was absolute, and the Imperium gave me my power not them. They disagreed and I proved them wrong.” Again she answered mostly honestly she did somethings that probably didn’t help, but she didn’t mention that.
“And you have doomed us on this planet with your actions.” The Elf said sadly. “It took over millennia to convince the Gnomes to help us here, and you managed to ruin that relationship over pride. How stupid are you girl?” He asked flatly.
Taken aback and feeling trapped she finally let out her rage and frustration. “They killed my children before they voted me out, so I made them pay.”
“And that is your right, as well as theirs, you should have still stepped down, you would still have you personnel power, and still would have been able to serve the Imperium, instead you flaunted the rules of our coven with the Gnomes.”
The matriarch’s eyes widen at the statement, ‘What Coven?’ She looked back at the beach. “Are the Gnomes this powerful everywhere in the Imperium?” She was always under the impression that Elves were superior to Gnomes, she didn’t say it out loud, but that didn’t mean she didn’t believe it, many did in her circle.
“The Imperium was started by three Gnome families and ten Elven families, child. It took all ten families to equal the three. They reproduced faster than us, and more importantly, had technology that could change the multiverse, and they needed protectors while they perfected it. We gladly joined because it gave us a purpose. So the short answer is yes daughter,” He spat the words. “They are this powerful, everywhere. But they are not power-hungry like us, they just wanted to grow in their own paths, and our partnership did that well. They always had fail-safes because of our thirst for power. One of those fail-safes was the collar controls, the other,” He sighed, “Was the creation of Phylacteries.” He looked warily at the beach.
The matriarch paled at the last statement. “T-they made the Phylacteries?”
“Yes, it isn’t common knowledge to non-Cultivators of the Imperium, but that isn’t the only thing they did.” He paused and looked at her seriously. “They created a failsafe that could remotely destroy Phylacteries.”
The poor matriarch almost passed out. “Why was I not informed of this?”
“You were to weak to know this information.” He said turning to her eyes changing.
She felt dread, her danger sense was going wild. “So why are you telling me now, my lord?” She asked with tears in her eyes knowing the answer.
“Because this is the end of your path child. So much potential ruined by pride. You could have had other children girl, you’re only two thousand years old. Now I must sacrifice you for the peace, and I don’t know if that will be enough.”
“No, I can-” The rest of the words were lost to the aether as her head toppled off her shoulders. A fitting end to a very shitty day.
“Also, I know you lied, I just don’t know what you were lying about. The Gnomes wouldn’t have started a war over a few petty grievances.” The Cultivator said he looked back at the beach. The Power Armors were skimming across the water towards him. He smiled he hadn’t fought in a long time. He created a globe of water in front of himself. “Come.”
Off in the woods a few miles behind the Power armors at the shore line, a man put away a telescope. He was blending into his surrounds seamlessly. “Lets go we can’t beat him yet.” The man said.
“Yet, are you nuts that is Iron Rank Cultivator we can’t even touch him.” Another voice whispered as the man walked away.
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TRIAL TIME 03:37
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SEVEN DAYS EARLIER
THE DEAD PLAINS
DESTROYED TEMPLE
COLONEL
Colonel watched as the Rukh took off after his meteorite attack. With his perception skill, he hadn’t known how it would play out if he let the rukh move unmolested. But he liked the way it turned out when he didn’t.
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{Ability NAME: Legacy Perception(PASSIVE/TOGGLE/TRIGGERED)
Ability Level: Apprentice 0
The ability to see the legacy’s surroundings like never before. This perception allows the Legacy to know where all the pieces on the game board are as long as he had observed an similar type of enemy, ally and neutral party. This Perception can be toggled on to see things he couldn’t see such as skills being used as well as a plethora of other applications.
Toggle Cost: 55 mana regen per minute.
STUDENT EFFECT: Instinctually feel the flow of battle beyond what the legacy can see with his eyes alone, synergizing all bonuses, skills, and senses, quantifying it in his HUD. Range: 10 meters per level of ability.
Current Base Range: 200 meters.
NOVICE EFFECT: Slows time once per thirty seconds when the ability triggers. How long the slowed time lasts is dependent on the level of Ability & LUCK.
APPRENTICE EFFECT: You can look forward in time and see how your current actions will play out. (Be advised if you change one action the future could change as well.) Information can be shared with Teammates within 100 meters. (3200 meters with items)
Cost 300MP. Cool down: 6D:23H:59M:43s.}
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The Colonel had used the Apprentice effect to see if his actions would work and he smiled as he came back to the normal time milliseconds later.
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The novice effect triggered and time slowed much to the legacy’s delight. He slowly watch as the rukh dove faster than anything that big should be able to do. But he also knew that the bird would try and save itself when it came to terms with the futility of saving the dead. But he already saw what the future Clyde had done, and it worked out perfectly. His perception range was massive because of his Legacy glasses, and he needed the full range being over three miles up in the sky. He briefly felt a massive road of pure mana even further up but all of his concentration was on the beast falling just as fast as his magical attacks that were visibly growing in size.
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{ITEM NAME: Legacy glasses
ITEM TYPE: Eyewear
ITEM RANK: LEGENDARY(set item)
ITEM DESCRIPTION: Stylish glasses that can be turn into any type of eyewear. They are not considered armor, and can be as stylish as the legacy likes, you can change the color to whenever you like. These glasses CANNOT be identified by any skill, item, or ability under mid legendary.
Bonded to Colonel
ITEM EFFECT:(PASSIVE) Doubles range and scope of Legacy Perception Ability per piece
Current extra range: 5 doubles.
RARE MOD: 10% increase to CHA per piece
Current%: 50% (Not displayed on CS)
PLATINUM MOD: Self Cleaning & Self Repair.
DIAMOND MOD: (ACTIVE) Once a target, The legacy can use Minor petrify, which allows the Player to freeze the target in stone for 2 seconds per piece
Cost: 200 Mana -20 per piece. Range: 100 meters per piece
Current cost: 100 mana
Current Range: 500 meters.
EPIC MOD: LOCKED Until Tier 5
LEGENDARY MOD: LOCKED}
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The glasses just made his ability godly frankly, five doubles was kind of ridiculous. The quick math was 6400 meters, and he needed every bit of it to do what he was going to do.
Clyde had been chanting his incantation for his Ice Shard spell.
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{CLASS G-SPELL NAME: Ice Shard (Active)
SPELL LEVEL: Novice 0
SPELL EFFECT: Create a shard of ice the length of a short sword.
Cast Time: 2 seconds Cost:1 mana. Damage: 20 for every level of the spell + I/2 and 2% chance of slow per level of the spell. Range: 20 meters per level of the spell. Cool down: None. Requirements: Chant and hand gestures.
STUDENT EFFECT: Use extra mana to enlarge the shard to do AOE damage.
NOVICE EFFECT: Shard has more perpetrating power per level of spell}
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He was already up to 100 mana used as the now ten-foot jagged long sword-shaped piece of ice floated above him. He had instinctual learned that he didn’t have to use his hand to cast the spell, it would stay in place where it formed as long as he concentrated and that was easier to do. But with time slowed down he had just made it way bigger than anything he had ever seen in a game ever. He smiled. “Like I said before this is going to be fun.” The Colonel enjoyed doing his job, and today that job was bird hunting.
He grab the massive piece of ice and almost fell over, the damn thing was so unwieldy. “Ice Shard!” With all his might he slowly pushed it forward, and down over the edge of the slowly heating up piece of temple they were standing on.
Before he let it go he finished his second incantation of Meteorite Strike. The spell fought against his will but he crushed it with focus and grit.
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{CLASS G-SPELL NAME: Grand Meteorite strike(Active)
SPELL LEVEL: Novice 0
SKILL EFFECT: The Legacy can spend mana to propel any solid turning it into a flaming projectile.
Damage: Base damage 100 per level of the skill/Variable + burn damage. Cost: 40 mana. Cast time: 10 seconds. Cool down: 40 seconds. Requirements: Any throwable, and chant.
STUDENT EFFECT: The higher the Legacy the more damage the meteorite does.
NOVICE EFFECT: Choose between a single target for more penetration or an Area of effect damage for more burn.}
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He used the single target option as he threw the ice shard that was now on fire. The sonic bomb pushed him back and brought time back to normal speed. Clyde flew back uncontrollably into the shocked monks.
The four monks were panicking as the rukh let them go and dove after the frankly ridiculous attack by the level ten player they had summoned, that panic turned into shock as an ice shard formed bigger and faster than should be possible, then it shattered and each piece caught on fire before being exploding of the hands of the summoner and blew a part of the already broken temple as the sonic wave pushed him back knock all of the monks off of the falling temple piece. Now the shock they were feeling turned to terror.
Clyde really needed to control his power output better this wasn’t the first time he had hurt himself using his Spells, but the results spoke for themselves.
He watched as the meteorites sped up and the rukh realized it was all futile, and he smiled because that was about the time the rukh tried to pull from the soon to be blazing inferno. To bad for the rukh Colonel had seen that move and compensated for it, as flaming pieces of ice destroyed its wing and the force pushed it in to the now burning vile plains.
Clyde was pretty happy with himself just as he felt something was off, he felt heavy for some reason. He looked down and noticed that the four monks were holding onto his legs. ‘Oh shit, I almost forgot about these guys.’ He thought focusing on his new problem.
“They were falling very fast into the blazing inferno below themselves. Not that it mattered that it was blazing, hitting the ground from a few miles up would kill any being even with his high stats.”
“Well shit.” He look at Peck. “Do you have any flying power? Please tell me you do.” Clyde prayed he did as he to started to panic now that he noticed they were speeding toward the ground.
The half elf shook his head sadly, but then he smile up at him. “You have gone beyond anything we could have imagined champion. We were surrounded by at least two major imperium armies, and by the power in that attack I don’t think anyone could survive that. I would ask you how, but I am pretty sure you are not just a regular single specialist are you?” Peck stated.
Clyde had stopped listening to the man when he heard his defeated tone. He never gave up, he had hope, there was a easy solution, but clearly he wasn’t going to be any help. He looked at his map ability, and saw that they were at maximum velocity so the had about ninety seconds before they joined the rukh in jellying up the ground below.
He looked at his Character sheet for help
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< CHARACTER SHEET >
TITLES:
(7/13)
Legacy(Ru), Retired War Veteran+(D), War Hero+(D), Soul Bound(D), Legendary+(L+), Forger(L), Undead bane(D)
PLAYER NAME:
Colonel
LEVEL:10, EXP to next level: 0/77000
Free EXP:71,026,200(+3 billion in 48 hours if Phylacteries are destroyed.)
CASTE: Legacy. CLASS: Legacy.
SPEC 1: Warlord+(0/1000)
RACE: Human(Legacy)(Tier 5)(Tier 2 for trial).
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He almost choked on the amount of EXP he had gotten, but no time for that he looked at the rest. He had a ton of blinking notifications, but again no time for that now.
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POOLS:
HP 3,780/3,780 regen 674HP per day
MP 620/620 regen 634MP per hour
DR: 100/100 regen 2 per second
SP: 100/100 regen 1 per second(LOCKED)
Growth Points: 10 generation 1 per day(LOCKED)
RESISTANCES:
Physical: 25% Magical: 10% Willpower: 10% _____________________________________________________________
CULTIVATOR LEVEL:
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ATTRIBUTES:
Strength:266 Dexterity:261 Constitution:379 Magic:6.2 Intelligence:255 Charisma:258 Luck:295
Free Attributes:2
Current attribute gain per level:
Class: +4 to all except for magic
Spec 1: +3 to all but Magic +2 Free
Title: +12 CON (RWV+), +8 CHA, CON, LUCK(WH+), +12 to all except magic(L+), +6 STR, DEX, CON(UD).
Stats Legacy gains per level: +45 CON, +27 CHA & LUCK, +25 STR, DEX, +19 INT, +2 Free.
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EFFECTS:
Soul leveling
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SKILLS LIST:
Class-Path:
Increased Accuracy(N-8),Ice Shard(N-8),Meteorite strike(N-8), Death Halo(S-9), Feather Fall(S-0), Regeneration Halo(S-9)
Trade-Path:
(2/3)LOCKED
Wall forging(6), Siege weapon forging(5)
General-Path:
(5/13);LOCKED
Bulwark(E-9);Lesser Rebound, Lesser Deflect, Find weakness(A-0), Defensive Stance(N-9),Legacy style melee(N-0), Disassemble(N-7), Kinetic shield(S-0)
Skill Points: 31
skill store available...
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ABILITY LIST:
Combat:
Legacy Perception(A-0)
Profession:
Trade sight(N-1)(LOCKED)
Non Combat:
Solar system map(MAX) Soul Storage(MAX) Analyze(A-7), Expert Sight(1)(LOCKED) Mana Sight(S-8)
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ACTIVE QUEST
Stop the outbreak V
Cultivation I
The Adventurers Guild I
The SOURCE
Road to RUNIC
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PROFESSIONS:
Forger(A-2nd)LOCKED
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MARKS:
Undead bane, Raid boss
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End of CS}
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His synergistic sight highlighted his Specialization, his Feather Fall spell, and his Soul storage. He almost slapped himself, but with eighty-five seconds left he just brought up the information
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< TOOL TIP >
{As a legacy, you must max out your current prerequisite to advance to the next Class Tier. The benefits of leveling specializations are upgraded spells at the very least. The other benefits must be discovered, and changes with each spec, race, class, and caste.}
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“Hmm okay.” He said to himself out loud. The monks holding on to him had seen this look before. It is when a player had figured out something in the Game for the first time. It was not polite to interrupt even if you were going to die in less than two minutes. These moments of clarity have led to more life-saving breakthroughs, and they still wanted to live even if they had already accepted their fates.
Clyde on the other hand had just pumped a frankly tiny amount of his massive free EXP into maxing out the Spec, in just under four seconds he spent 1,023,000 EXP because the EXP requirements doubled every level. He got a surprising prompt with a smile.
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< SPECIALIZATION MAXED >
{For reaching level 10 in your Spec +10 skill points & +10 to all attributes expect magic.}
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“Nice, Free attributes.” He said as they got to the seventy-six-second mark. He went ahead and leveled up to 19 in his class while he was at it. He did have EXP to burn after all, and the cost was even cheaper than leveling his Spec, not by much, to the tune of 945,000 EXP.
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< CLASS LEVEL UP X9 >
+406 CON, +244 CHA & LUCK, +226 STR, DEX, +172 INT, +18 Free, +1 Magic.
LEVEL: 19 EXP to next specialization 0/100,000-500,000
{Would you like to Specialized?
YES/NO TOUCH ONE}
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It was instant euphoria, Clyde’s presence grew stronger and the monks could feel like their champion had figured something out, and gotten more powerful. If they had seen his prompts they would have probably choked at a second-tier player getting that many stats.
Clyde of course knew he was special, but only had sixty-seven seconds left, so he looked at the only spell upgrade that mattered to his current situation.
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< SPELL UPDATE >
{CLASS G-SPELL NAME: Grand Feather Fall (Passive/Active)
SPELL LEVEL: Student 9
SPELL EFFECT: When player is jumping from any height they can control their fall up to as slow as a feather for a short period of time. The player’s control of the direction of travel and period of time grows Finely as the Spell levels up and LUCK.
STUDENT EFFECT: By spending mana the player can kick off the air 1 time per jump per Tier.
Cost 25 mana
Kick per jump:(5)2 for trial
Skill Quest: Jump at least 1 kilometer without dying.}
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The description didn’t change that much growing Finely instead of Minorly which he assumed was better. But it was the kicks per jump upgrade that was going to be very important. Now the skill quest would definitely be completed in the next few seconds or he would be dead, but he wanted to live to see what his novice effect would be, but less than a minute was left. He looked at his next clue to saving their lives
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ABILITY NAME: Soul Storage
LEVEL: MAX
DESCRIPTION: You have a near unlimited space in your soul to store anything living, or not. There is no time decay inside your soul. Living things must be unconscious, or willing to enter your soul storage(They will be in stasis). Weight reduction is 100% for non living things. All living things weight stays the a same. Increasing your strength attribute will allow the Player to carry more living things.
MAX Bonus: No limitation outside of free will.}
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“Oh I kind of forgot about this,” He said with a mental face palm. He looked down at the monks. “Everyone get in my soul storage.”
Peck was about to tell him that players could not go into soul storages, but closed his mouth when he got a prompt that changed his entire way of thinking about the GREAT GAME that day.
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{You have been invited into the Colonel’s soul storage. You will be placed in stasis while in the space, but will still have the ability to expel yourself every hour on the hour.}
< NOTE >
{Player may veto one player’s expulsion per hour.}
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The three mermaids said yes and disappeared, their weight however didn’t, it actually got much worse without the air resistance helping, and apparently the air resistance was helping a lot. Clyde felt awful like he wanted to throw up blood, but he just smiled at Peck Joy.
“Get in, we will talk about this champion business once we survive this.”
“What you are doing is impossible you know that right? But thank you for granting us peace in our last few seconds.” The half mermaid said in a defeated voice.
“Nonsense!” The warlord said. “I have never lost a battle in my life, I do not intent start doing that now that I have magic.”
“Now who is talking nonsense? What do you mean now that you have magic?” Peck Joy looked at him curiously.
“Inside my storage Cleric, now! Forty-nine seconds before you die otherwise.” Clyde stated clearly pointing to the blazing inferno that was on the ground below.
Peck Joy looked at the ground then back up to the legacy with hope, and Colonel intended to be that beacon of hope, he needed him to be. After seeing that look in the warlord’s eyes, Peck Joy put his faith in their champion, because frankly, he was having a bad day until this human had showed up.