Legacy of Chaos
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4
Dexterity
5
Stamina
(9)7
Perception
12(42)- Partial Blindness.
Endurance
4
Vitality
65(63)
Mana
1342(1142)
M/regen
2.16(.7)
Affinity
4
Intelligence
83(73)
Willpower
372
Soul
263
Items Equipped: Robe of the Undead Caller. Ring of House Kizor. Ring of Mana Regeneration. Necklace of regenerating health.
Robe of the Undead Caller(Rare): Halves All mana regeneration costs for undead upkeep. Does not allow additional Upkeeps.
Ring of House Kizor(Rare): +0.1 Mana regen, +200 mana, +2 Vitality, +2 Stamina, +10 intelligence.
Ring of Enhanced Mana Regeneration(Legendary): Mana Regeneration +20%, +1 mana regen.
Necklace of Regenerating health(Rare): Applies Passive buff [Minor Regeneration]
Beurnim Kizor
Son of Mordus Kizor, Beurnim is a successful high level [Slaver] as well as a skilled [Dark Mage]. Though he has never known his mother who is presumed dead, he grew up under the care of his father. He has followed the wishes of his father to summon a [Hero] at the cost of the [Slaves] under his coin.
Currently, his body resides on a cold underground floor with his father's staff sticking out of his throat.
Strength
12
Dexterity
18
Stamina
19(17)
Perception
63
Endurance
11
Vitality
24(22)
Mana
832(632)
M/regen
0.6(0.5)
Affinity
4
Intelligence
161(51)
Willpower
262(212)
Soul
165
Items Equipped: Staff of Dark Blood, Ring of House Kizor, Dagger of Bloodletting, Necklace of the Slaver, Ring of Enslavement.
Staff of Dark Blood(Legendary): Reduce cost of dark spells by 18%, +100 intelligence, Greater durability. Special Skill: Absorb blood to temporarily increase max mana quantity- +100 mana per liter.
Ring of House Kizor(Rare): +0.1 Mana regen, +200 mana, +2 Vitality, +2 Stamina, +10 intelligence.
Dagger of Bloodletting(Uncommon): An enchanted dagger which restricts blood from clotting.
Necklace of the Slaver(Common): +50 willpower on slaves.
Ring of Enslavement(Uncommon): Connects to a Collar Of Enslavement. Ability to restrict skill usage of a [Slave]. Ability to know the exact location of a [Slave]. Ability to end the life of a [Slave]. If the ring is not worn for over three hours, the [Slave] will die.
“That staff would have been pretty useful a moment ago… and those rings.”
As I walk towards Beurnin and wrap my hand around the staff, I stop, realizing what just happened.
I dont have the ability to identify items… but I can identify dead bodies, which informs me of the items and their usage. So if I can id-.
Insight Gained.
You have figured out that the [Corpse Analyze] skill can be used to identify Items.
You have learned a new skill:
[Advanced Analyze]
[Corpse Analyze] has been removed.
[Advanced Analyze]: Allows you to target any object, whether living or dead, and attempt to gain information from it.
Rolling my eyes, I snort at being given a skill far better than [Corpse Analyze].
Bending down, I grab the items from the two dead bodies and equip them, thankful that this Beurnin guy is wearing clean clothing.
Frowning momentarily at the inability for the [Rings of House Kizor] to stack their effects, I turn my eyes towards the sleeping beauty on the floor.
Awwww, she sleeps like a kitten… a starving, practically naked kitten with a lot of bodily scars… I’ll deal with her later.
Turning away from the woman, I turn to the other Skeletal Bruiser and point my staff.
“[Raise Undead].” Mana flows out of my body and enters the staff. The staff head glows purple and the mana rushes out towards the undead. With far more efficiency and speed than before, a new undead joins my small family.
Cracking my neck, I mentally instruct my two undead to place all of their packs on the floor. Then I instruct them to climb the stairs.
Smiling, I follow them up, preparing for the inevitable massacre to come, staff and dagger firmly in hand.
Chapter Five: Leveling Up.
Outside the underground cathedral, five [Mages] and three [Dark Mages] laze around, sitting on old wood, stone, and marble. Having been ordered by their master to protect the entrance, they sit as closely to the destroyed door as possible. Most of the members are relatively young while a few are in their thirties.
One such member by the name of Amos is at the center of the congregate. He alone stands waiting for his master. With a hop from left to right, the seventeen-year-old constantly looks around his surroundings, unable to sit still. ”What is taking Master so long? Shouldn't the summoning be done already? I want to see the hero.”
Another mage, older by thirty years, shakes his head, ”Amos, for someone who has gotten the [Dark Mage] class at the astounding age of sixteen, it sometimes amazes me how much you are ignorant of the laws of magic.”
The other [Mages] chuckle at the lighthearted taunt, only to chuckle harder as Amos crosses his arms and harrumphs, a faint blush can be seen on the young man's cheeks. ”You guys are old. I still have a lot to learn.” he yells out with a frown.
The older [Mage] chuckles softer and smiles at Amos, ”Not that old kid, I still have quite a bit of Vitality left to burn through. Regardless, It is fully understandable that you wouldn’t understand.” The man moves his arm across the crowd, ”Most of us had to level up our [Mage] class quite a bit before we were recognized by the world to rank up into a [Dark Mage]. We had to learn many dark [Spells] as well as increase our general magic knowledge. But you, Amos, gained the class immediately at the class shrine with no formal training whatsoever.”
A frown forms on Amos' face, remembering the day he had gained the class… the same day the villagers had wanted to kill him. His father, a [Trader], had abandoned him to the growing village mob, who would have killed him on the spot if his mother, a decent level [Guardswoman] had not fought them back and allowed him to flee.
A few days travel, lost in the woods, suffering from hunger and dehydration, Amos had almost succumbed to his exhaustion if not for Mordus… his master and savior. Mordus had spoken of his god Loki, who had guided him into the woods and allowed him to find Amos.
His Master, having found out about Amos’ class and age, was extremely ecstatic. So happy was he that he had requested Amos to become his direct pupil.
After a couple months of training and several levels, His master had taken Amos to the village which had abandoned him and killed his mother.
With a veritable army of undead controlled by his master, the village of fifty was slaughtered. His father, who had been at the village at the time, and who had already found a new wife, was taken captive by Mordus, tied up, and presented to his son.
Under his master’s guidance, Amos had slowly taken his revenge against his father. Revenge for abandoning him. Revenge for allowing his mother to die. Revenge for disgracing his mother with another wife.
That day, Amos had leveled several times in his [Dark Mage] class to the delight of his Master and teacher Mordus. The praise and congratulations he had gained from his master and peers was far more than the entire village had given him all his life.
Amos smiles back towards his elder peer and fellow [Dark Mage], acknowledging the man's honest praise, ”Master says that I probably have some kind o
f bloodline… he hasn't taken me to a city shrine to find out.”
“And ye never will,” a large man yells out, his muscles can be clearly seen as the robe tightens tightly around his massive girth, ”dem city shrines be no place for our kind. They gonna check yer class first before they let ye even see da shrine.”
Amos turns around and looks at the muscular [Dark Mage] and [Pirate]. It’s a rarity to find [Mages] who have a high level physical and magic class. If they are lucky, they may obtain a class that combines the two, allowing for increased leveling speed.
“Corazon, don't fill the boy’s head with your ignorance. There are many ways to get access to a city shrine.” A tall [Mage] interrupts with a smile, ”All you need is a couple of danari and the [Guards] won't ask questions. Just slip some into their palms during the night shift and you’re gonna be set.” he exclaims while waving his hand.
“Bullock's, they don't use regular [Guards], dey use dem fucking [Inquisitors]. Dey got dat skill [Analyze], so dey can see ya class.” Corazon interrupts with a glare towards the tall gangly [Mage], his hand slowly inching towards a two handed axe.
The gangly [Mage] replies by firmly tightening his hold on a wand hidden in his robe.
The other [Mages] tense up, unsure what they should do about the situation unbrudeling.
“Corazan, Daran, put an end with your idiotic rivalry.” The oldest person in the group as well as the highest level [Dark Mage] speaks up. ”Our master could walk up those stairs any moment, and I highly doubt he would be pleased to find out a fight had happened during such a memorable moment.
Both the muscular Corazon and the tall Daran quickly settle down, realizing that the master would be extremely displeased, but more so that his son is adept at torture.
Nodding towards the two, the older [Mage] looks to Amos who had been standing the entire time, unsure if he should interrupt the two bickering mages... ”Amos, you should sit, I don't believe our master will be coming up anytime soon. As I was going to explain to you, high level spells require a vast amount of Mana, so much so that [Mages] become very exhausted afterwards. Our master would need to rest considerably.”
“But… elder Ning, wouldn't that mean that he would need our help? What if he's injured?”
Chuckling softly, Ning nods approvingly at the boy. ”Duran is lucky to have such a caring student like yourself,” Ning’s eyes turn towards the entrance, ”Unfortunately, summoning magic requires you to have the [Mana Control] passive so that you don't leak any Mana and disrupt the ritual.”
“But the slave-.”
“Is an exception precisely for her ability to heal.” Ning quickly interrupts. ”Amos, let your master do his ritual, trust in his judgement.”
Amos bites his lip, takes a look at the opening. *Sigh*, ”I guess you're right.”
Amos turns around and looks around for a seat,
*Tap* *Tap*
but is interrupted by the sound of heavy feet striking marble.
Turning back around, Amos peers into the entrance.
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
The sound gradually increases in intensity.
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
A smile blooms on Amos' face as he waits for his master, hearing the telltale signs of the master’s undead as their heavy footsteps strike the old, dusty stone steps.
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
Clearer now, he finally sees the undead as they slowly make their way up.
The two massive beings of bone step forward, exiting the entrance.
Amos heedes them only a quick glance as his sight goes back towards the staircase, expecting his master to walk up any second.
“Amos! Something's wrong, get away from them.” Elder Ning yells out, his eyes staring at the glowing purple skull.
Unfortunately, his warning was much too late.
One of the undead moves it's oversized hand and wraps it's bony fingers around Amos' head.
“Hmmmmmgmmgmm!” with a muffled scream, Amos quickly moves his hands towards his face, fruitlessly attempting to pry the undead off.
But like most [Mages], the strength stat has a tendency to be very low.
The undead, ordered by its owner, lifts the young man into the air by the head. Amos flails erratically in reply, his legs kicking the undead frantically.
Amos’ flailing body is three feet off the ground when the two undead walk forward towards the central clearing, away from the entrance.
They stop after several feet and the first skeleton lifts Amos up slightly higher, the other [Mages] watching with heated breaths, unsure what to do about the situation.
With an unknown signal, the undead holding Amos starts to tighten its hand, causing the young man to flail even harder.
*Crack*
Amos’ skull caves in, his arms and legs stop moving, pointing downward. Brain matter can be seen oozing out of the undead’s bony fingers.
The pride and joy of Duran, a young man with a bright future, dead in a manner of seconds.
Gasps resound throughout the clearing as [Mages] quickly grab for their staffs and weapons.
The massive undead drops the corpse and both unsheathe their massive iron greatswords.
With unexpected speed, they rush forwards, ending a [Mage] in the middle of casting a spell and dismembering another as he attempts to run.
“[Fire Ball], [Acid Spray], [Restricting Shadow].”
Spells are yelled and casted upon the two undead, resulting in the black garb coverings to be dissolved and burned away, revealing a horrendous exterior.
The bodies of the undead are literally piles of bones melded together with dark magic. Slightly singed and burned pieces of skulls, femurs, arms, legs, and various other bones stick out from all parts of their bodies.
Shadowed chains can be seen wrapping around their bodies, attempting to restrict the movements of the undead.
Unfortunately, Daran’s intelligence stat is vastly overwhelmed by the strength of the undead.
With but a bit of movement, the undead shatter the chains keeping them in place. One of them immediately charges Daran, impaling him with a massive bony shoulder and then slamming into a tree.
A crackling sound can be heard as the tree, old and decayed from the environment, falls down. The undead turns and rips of the dead crushed body on its shoulder and turns to its new prey, a burly [Mage] with a battle-axe.
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Elder Ning, having noticed the purple glow of the undead, had immediately run into the foliage and taken a higher view of the battlefield to assess the situation.
The oldest [Mage], and probably the most well versed in the dark arts other than Duran, has a great many spells at his disposal.
Taking a deep breath, Ning feels into his Mana pool, taking hold and spreading his arm forward. Mana quickly generates into his arms, forming a circular ball between his hands, his aim focused on one of the two undead which is impaling one of the trainee [Mages].
A smile spreads on the man's face.
“[Dark Inferno].”
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“[Dark Inferno].”
With movements practised from my many lives, my left hand blazes out and covers the [Mage]’s mouth, while my other daggered hand stabs through the underside of his back, going under the ribs, past the organs, and slicing the nerves which connect the spine and heart.
With the nerves severed, the heart no longer gets the signal from the brain to beat.
Using my body, I embrace the wide-eyed [Mage] and slow his body’s descent down onto the forest floor.