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#1Tsukishima Higurashi 

Possessed Youth [Ikazuchi] Empty Thu Nov 07, 2024 3:22 pm

Tsukishima Higurashi
In the mist-shrouded land of Joya, an unsettling calm lay thick over the mountain valley as guildmates Tsukishima and Ikazuchi made their descent into the forsaken village below. The silence was unnerving, broken only by the soft crunch of their footsteps on the uneven trail. Even the faint wind seemed to hesitate, as if unwilling to disturb the unnatural quiet that had settled over the place. The air pulsed with an eerie energy; a weight that clung to the dense fog, curling around the scattered huts and seeping into the worn stones underfoot. Pale tendrils of smoke drifted from chimneys. The scent is sharp with the bitterness of burning herbs and incense; the villagers’ desperate ward against the malevolent Yoki spirits that plagued their children by night. Each dawn, parents woke to find their young fevered and trembling, as if marked by an invisible hand. Once lively, the streets lay empty and lifeless, the once-vibrant village market now a ghost of its former self, with empty stalls and faded banners sagging under the weight of neglect.

Tsukishima observed the scene with an impassive expression, though a spark of intrigue glinted in his cold, crimson gaze. As someone who has dabbled with the demonic, his life had been a crucible of battles against creatures of shadow and malediction. Yet, Yoki spirits were a different breed; a rare, restless force that defied mortal control, elusive and insidious. A thrill sparked within him at the challenge. His own powers, once grounded in dark magic and the influence of the Demon King, were no longer a part of him. But he had a cunning mind and had not yet fully tapped into the true depths of his new vampiric potential. Even feeling that there was something more that still remained hidden. However, this was no simple mission. It was a test of his resilience and ingenuity, a chance to prove that even without magic, he was as formidable as ever.

Their guide, Takumi, an elderly village elder cloaked in faded robes, led them further into the heart of the village. The old man’s voice was barely a whisper, his words shaped by fear and desperation. “At first, we believed it to be an illness,” he murmured, his gaze flitting to the shadows. “But then we saw it in their eyes; our children, staring back at us with something else in them… something ravenous. We tried charms, prayers, every protective rite we know, but the curse only grew stronger. Each night, another child falls under its grip. Roused at dusk into uncontrollable violence. Our children have become strangers.

Tsukishima’s face remained impassive but he listened intently. These details were invaluable. He could sense Ikazuchi’s tension beside him, his usual arrogance dimmed by the darkness saturating the air. Ikazuchi’s eyes darted restlessly over every shadow, as if he expected an ambush at any moment. For once, even he was silent. The trio rounded a corner, approaching the village center, and the air seemed to chill. A sudden fracture of the silence echoed down the street. From narrow alleys and dim thresholds, young figures began to emerge. Children, no older than ten, staggered into view, each clutching something heavy or jagged. A sickle, a splintered branch, a kitchen knife dulled over the years. Their faces were drained of life, as if they were mere vessels, and any trace of innocence had been stripped away. Instead, their eyes glowed with an unnatural, fierce light, burning with the essence of Yoki energy, like embers fanned by an unseen hand.

Tsukishima’s gaze sharpened as he took in the sight. His hand instinctively drifted to his daggers, but he hesitated, casting a sidelong glance at Ikazuchi. These were children. They were victims twisted by something ancient and ravenous. Yet the way they approached, with an eerie, methodical precision, chilled even him. They moved in unison, a strange, puppet-like choreography that hinted at a malevolent intelligence orchestrating their every step. “So, what’s the play?” he asked.

Word Count: 664

#2Ikazuchi 
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Possessed Youth [Ikazuchi] Empty Sun Nov 10, 2024 5:12 pm

Ikazuchi





‘It’s always fucking ghosts or spirits…’ While he had been researching the topic extensively, he couldn’t bring himself to welcome the repeated encounters with spiritual entities. Truthfully, he had already come to terms with the fact that these entities differed on a fundamental level that couldn’t be related to his own spirit. Today, his primary motivation behind his pursuit was his fellow Guild Member. Tsukishima, someone he had seldom met. Previously, they were a lich with many years of experience and a connection to some entity known as Bael. That’s what he had known and accepted, until one day the man appeared before him; different than ever before.

There was an imperceptible connection that he felt; one originating from a different source. It was an alien feeling for him, but also familiar beyond words after years of experience. He couldn’t help but recall the ritualistic trials encountered in the Worth Woodsea years ago during his attempts to recollect. ‘Whatever he is, it’s different…’ Even if he dismissed the feeling, he couldn’t deny that whatever had changed meant that there was a more fundamental connection between the two than he would have ever expected. Another noteworthy change was a gap in his existence, one previously filled by Bael; or perhaps more accurately described as the presence of magic.

Ikazuchi had willingly provided information to the lich for the sake of his research in a careless manner previously, and now he couldn’t even guess the extent of the changes that may have taken place as a result. It was precisely for that reason that he traveled with Tsukishima; he wanted nothing more than to observe and understand the changes that took place and judge the potential of his companion.

Their guide, a man named Takumi, led them forward through the tricky terrain along the shortest and easiest route to arrive at the village. They were introduced to the recent experiences with the children that the two were tasked with subduing and freeing from whatever power controlled them. Ikazuchi was unphased by the man’s fear and anxiety, following along on the path silently. His annoyance was at a high level as he subconsciously inspected the shadows for changes; perhaps a spirit or child would dart from a shadow at any moment in an attempt to target them.

Despite that behavior, it couldn’t be forgotten that his perception naturally extended around him into a domain that gave him a heightened ability to observe his surroundings. In the buildings, he witnessed the fear laden residents hidden away. Some of the unaffected youths still remained in some of the homes, but it was clearly a small minority being strictly observed for any changes.

‘Disgusting…’ That was the only sentiment he could muster after seeing the wedge driven between the families and their children. The fear that at any given moment their child would become volatile, dangerous. Even if they weren’t fearful for their safety, they wouldn’t be able to escape the possibility of harm for the children. ‘...not that I have a better solution.’

It was moments before Tsukishima or Takumi noticed that Ikazuchi clearly captured the unnatural shambling figures of the children. Rage had already overtaken him by the time the figures appeared in his line of sight. It was at this point that Tsukishima spoke, addressing the issue. To his inquiry, Ikazuchi couldn’t give a good answer. “The only option we have is to subdue them with minimal harm and go from there, unless you have a better idea..” His irritation at the situation laced every word spoken despite his best attempt to remain calm.

Takumi, you can go ahead into one of the buildings with the other villagers. We’ll let you know when this is taken care of.” He gestured towards the nearest door that Ikazuchi knew had a curious villager waiting. Even if it wasn’t their intention, Ikazuchi volunteered their home as a refuge due to their excessive curiosity.

He had no issue entering into his battle state after confirming Takumi safely retreated into the building with minimal protest from the resident. ‘I guess I shouldn’t use my swords…’ Considering the fact that his swordsmanship was honed exclusively for the battlefield with the intent to kill, it wasn’t something appropriate for subduing children. Even if they were possessed, the bodies were ultimately normal children. If he wasn’t careful, it wouldn’t be surprising for them to end up maimed or dead due to the slightest mistake.

He didn’t want to acknowledge it, but he was also aware that whatever was controlling them could even force him to do exactly what he wished to avoid. If he used his swords, how could he be sure that the children wouldn’t be manipulated into committing suicide under his blade?

Ikazuchi had remained motionless as the children wielding their crude weaponry approached, considering his options. His attention shifted to his companion for a moment as he finally announced his intent. “I’m going to get started.” He took a deep breath and crossed his arms in front of his body before smoothly lowering his arms to his side and exhaling. Mana burst from his body as it shrouded him from head to toe in a shimmering barrier that radiated an intense feeling of a sword being unsheathed.

In response, the many youths were triggered into motion. Despite their precision and unity, the subtle awkwardness of their movements was captured as they all rushed towards the two. ‘It’s been a long time since I had to fight like this.’ This was the last thought that he had the luxury of thinking before clearing his mind of stray thoughts.

The movements of the children became erratic as they approached, a certain amount of finesse seemingly applied to the manipulation as they staggered the actions and coordinated an attack from all angles. Under normal circumstances, Ikazuchi wouldn’t be able to restrain the joy of a challenge. Unfortunately, the faint snap he heard from the body of one of the children as they performed an acrobatic maneuver off a nearby wall prevented that.

Whatever it was that took hold over the children was pushing their bodies past the limits, further limiting his options. Even simply avoiding the attacks could result in irreversible damage to the children. Further disgusted and enraged, Ikazuchi resolved himself to move within the smallest space possible as he narrowly dodged, redirected, and disarmed several children simultaneously within a space of no more than five meters. His first target would be the weapons belonging to the children. Until he determined a way to prevent their movements, he could only shift his focus to minimizing the risks. Compared to himself, Tsukishima was more likely to discover a way to resolve the issue as someone knowledgeable in black magic with more than ten times the amount of life experience. If he couldn’t offer a solution, Ikazuchi would only be able to resort to tests with his swords in hopes of a solution.

Word Count: 1,160



Combat Stats



*All Gear is Equipped

Capabilities

  • Main-Hand (Left) Damage [641 + 120 = 761]| 2x S-Rank, 1x A-Rank
  • Off-Hand (Right) Damage [641 + 135 = 776]| 2x S-rank, 1x A-Rank
  • Non-Weapon Damage| 2x S-Rank

  • Weapon Mastery: Swords - God of War | Weapon Durability +4 S-Rank, Weapon Damage +50% [Rounded Up]

  • God of War's Insight (Melee): Melee Gods of War unlock a passive ability that allows them to generate a 3D mapping of their surroundings in their head. It covers a 25-meter radius around them allowing them to see everything going within that range and bypasses any anti-sensory effects. This effect persists even if the user is blinded whether physically or otherwise.

  • Speed| 35 m/s - Duration: 7 Posts
  • Lunge| 17.5 m/s - Frequency: 3 Per post
  • Acceleration| 2 Seconds to Top Speed

  • Health| 4x S-Rank
  • Endurance| 2x S-Rank

  • Head| 2x S-Rank
  • Chest| 2x S-Rank
  • L. Arm| 2x S-Rank
  • R. Arm| 2x S-Rank
  • L. Leg| 2x S-Rank
  • R. Leg| 2x S-Rank

  • Magic Resistance| Minor - 1 Tier Damage Reduction to Direct Magic Attacks
  • Item Spell Mana Reduction| 40% Mana Reduction
  • Item Spell Cooldown Reduction| 2 Post CDR
  • Passive Stat Bonus| 10% bonus to all stats from Human Perk


Stats

Strength: 641 [Base: 501| Adaptability (10%): 50 | Armor Bonus: 90]

Speed: 276 [Base: 251 | Adaptability (10%): 25]

Constitution: 264 [Base: 131| Adaptability (10%): 13 | Equipment Bonus: 120]

Endurance: 205 [Base: 187 | Adaptability (10%): 18]

Intelligence: 4

Mana: 7,450

Equipment Stats and Durability

Left Hand:  Spellcutter: Damage: +120 [80 + 40(50%) = 120] - Durability: 9x S-Rank

Right Hand: Breaker: Damage: +135 [90 + 45(50%) = 135] - Durability: 9x S-Rank

[WM #1]Reserve Weapon: White Walker’s Sword: Damage: +120 [80 + 40(50%) = 120] - Durability: 8x S-Rank

[WM #2]Reserve Weapon: Clarent: Damage: +120 [80 + 40(50%) = 120] - Durability: 8x S-Rank

[WM #3]Reserve Weapon: Arondight: Damage: +120 [80 + 40(50%) = 104] - Durability: 8x S-Rank

Helmet:


Armor:


Relic: Cloud Ring Flow: This effect causes a unique change to the mana within the user that strengthens and supplements their body to increase the wearer's acceleration and their body’s ability to endure that effect. This reduces the time for the wearer to reach top speed from four seconds to two seconds. - Durability: 2x S-Rank

Necklace: Samwise’s Necklace: Bonus: Weapon Durability: The user receives an additional 2x S-rank durability to their weapon. - Durability: 3x S-Rank

Ring: Leonardo’s Ring: Bonus: +60 Constitution - Durability: 2x S-Rank

Earring: Jaan Earring: Bonus: +60 Constitution - Durability: Indestructible

Companion: Sword Spirit

#3Tsukishima Higurashi 

Possessed Youth [Ikazuchi] Empty Sun Nov 10, 2024 8:25 pm

Tsukishima Higurashi
When Ikazuchi barked a command for Takumi to take cover, Tsukishima’s brow arched in mild surprise. His sharp gaze didn’t miss the brief flash of relief that passed over the elder’s face before he quickly slipped away. It was a shrewd move, yet it carried a hint of sentimentality that struck Tsukishima as oddly endearing. Ikazuchi’s instinct to protect, even in the heat of battle, was a quality Tsukishima himself would likely not have considered in the chaos. Still, he had to admit, the gesture revealed a softer, unexpected side to Ikazuchi’s otherwise hardened and often arrogant nature.

As Ikazuchi brought his hands together, his breathing slowed and a curtain of light gray mana shimmered around him, settling like a delicate mist yet emanating an unmistakable strength. The subtle glow pulsed around him, almost smoke-like in its elusive softness. A deceptive veil that masked the true power lurking within. Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed with intrigue. The barrier’s faint aura encased him like an ethereal shield, perfectly in sync with his fluid yet ferocious movements as he intercepted the oncoming youths. He moved with a deadly grace, each move flowing as if choreographed. Tsukishima watched, captivated by the lethal beauty of Ikazuchi’s form. In that moment, the battlefield became Ikazuchi’s stage, his every motion a harmonious blend of strength and precision. Each deflect, each block, was timed with the precision of a true master. It seemed almost elven in its fluidity. Every strike calculated to incapacitate, yet never to kill. Tsukishima noted the restraint with an approving nod, impressed by Ikazuchi’s determination to protect even the lost children who had become their opponents. Tsukishima had heard whispers of Ikazuchi’s skill, rumors that had seemed exaggerated at the time. But witnessing it firsthand he had to concede, begrudgingly of course, that the young warrior’s reputation as a master swordsman was not just well-earned but perhaps understated. Here was a talent that eclipsed any swordsman Tsukishima had ever seen, pure and refined. Even as he felt a flicker of rivalry spark within him, Tsukishima couldn’t deny the artistry and discipline in Ikazuchi’s every move, each one honed to perfection through years of battle-hardened practice. “Bastard.” he muttered under his breath.

A few of the possessed youths turned their attention toward him. Their eyes blazing with raw and unsettling energy, thick with the taint of Yoki magic. Out of habit, Tsukishima’s hand drifted toward his daggers, his fingers brushing the hilt, instinctively preparing for battle. But he stopped, deciding against drawing his weapons. It wasn’t hesitation, far from it. Instead, a steeled determination settled within him, fueled by a competitive resolve not to be outdone by Ikazuchi’s calculated restraint. If Ikazuchi could fight without lethal force, so could he. One of the boys lunged at him, brandishing a rusty sickle in a wild, frenzied arc. Tsukishima sidestepped fluidly. Raising his forearm to deflect the strike and with a swift movement of his free hand, disarmed the youth with practiced ease. At the moment of contact, something unexpected happened. A flicker, barely perceptible but enough to catch his attention, passed through the golden glow in the boy’s eyes. The boy’s expression softened and his face momentarily slacked, as though the dark force controlling him had weakened. Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed as he analyzed the brief lapse in the boy’s hostile gaze with sharp intrigue. Then he felt it. A pulse, subtle but powerful, stirring within him like an instinctual awakening tied to the depths of his vampiric nature. He could sense the Yoki magic, corrupting and binding each child, surging like a dark river within them. It was tangible, an foreign energy that normally would have repelled him. But instead something within him responded to it as if drawn toward the magic by a force he hadn’t yet understood. The feeling grew stronger, undeniable, and a realization clicked into place. His vampiric nature could siphon mana as well as blood. Here, in this twisted moment, he understood that he could use it to draw out the corrupt energy that bound these children; perhaps even sever it entirely. His mind sharpened, the thrill of discovery mingling with a new purpose. If he mastered this power, he could do more than fend off these possessed youths. He could liberate them.

Emboldened, Tsukishima slipped into an offensive stance. His movements were a seamless blend of precision and fluidity. Each step was calculated, every motion exuding years of control. He sidestepped an oncoming attacker, easily deflecting a wild swing with a swift raise of his forearm. As the child overextended, Tsukishima struck with near-perfect timing; disarming them and sending the weapon skittering across the dirt with a light touch on their shoulder. Each encounter felt like a dance. Every contact, whether a dodge, deflection, or touch, was an intentional siphoning of the dark magic that had taken hold of the children. The magic inside them resisted. It thrashed and pulsed against Tsukishima’s will, but with each move, he drew out pieces of the magic’s hold and slowly unraveled its grip one strike at a time. A child charged at him, their small body brimming with unnatural force. Tsukishima leaned back, narrowly avoiding the strike, then pressed his palm to the child’s shoulder. The magic surged in protest, another violent rejection of his touch. Tsukishima persisted and drew the magic out like a poison from an open wound. For a brief moment, the boy’s eyes lost their manic glow, a vacant clarity sweeping across his face before he collapsed and the last remnants of the dark force dissipated. His focus sharpened with every passing moment, the magic growing more responsive to his presence. Another boy rushed him, fists raised in desperate aggression. Tsukishima sidestepped, hooking his arm around the boy’s elbow and pressing his hand to the boy’s back. A tremor rippled through the child’s body as Tsukishima drained the last vestiges of magic from him. The boy’s small form collapsed, finally freed. Tsukishima began to move in sync with Ikazuchi, matching his partner’s pace as best he could. As Ikazuchi incapacitated another child, Tsukishima followed, draining the lingering Yoki from their body with swift efficiency.

The circle of motionless figures grew, the once-violent youths now lying still, their faces peaceful, the ominous glow gone from their eyes. Tsukishima surveyed the scene, his eyes sweeping over the fallen children before shifting to Ikazuchi. He nodded once, almost imperceptibly, acknowledging their shared success. “It seems I’ve found a way to purge the Yoki from them,” he said with an even tone. His voice as calm and detached as ever as though the discovery of this new ability were nothing more than an afterthought. He then moved toward the children Ikazuchi had already subdued. His steps were deliberate as he knelt beside the first child, his hand brushing gently against the child’s forehead. There, he felt the lingering traces of Yoki still pulsing faintly, a stubborn remnant of the corruption. Tsukishima focused as he drew the magic from the child’s body. The glow in their eyes faded, the dark influence vanishing like smoke in the wind. He moved from one child to the next, draining the last of the Yoki from their forms. With each removal, the battlefield grew quieter, the stillness of the moment settling like a heavy fog. Once all the magic was purged, Tsukishima stood, his gaze lingering on the once-possessed children. His body relaxed, the tension of the battle slipping away, replaced by the cool satisfaction of control. “It’s done,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes flickering toward the row of homes behind him. He noticed the villagers, some hiding behind cracked doors and windows, watching them with fearful curiosity. Tsukishima’s gaze hardened slightly, a thought stirring in his mind. “I’m bad at human interactions,” he murmured, mostly to himself. “Might be best to let them know that the magic controlling the children is gone; for the time being. But we’ll have to go after the source in order to stop this for good.” His words hung in the air as he turned toward Ikazuchi, his mind already shifting toward the next step in their investigation. There was no time to dwell on the village's fears. The real danger still loomed, and Tsukishima wasn’t about to let it slip from his grasp.

Word Count: 1,383

#4Ikazuchi 
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Possessed Youth [Ikazuchi] Empty Tue Nov 12, 2024 11:08 pm

Ikazuchi





Surrounded by possessed children, Ikazuchi displayed a level of prowess reserved for those who stand at the pinnacle of their craft. The feats he could only display in a duel now flowed naturally due to his expanded perception. Months ago, this would have been an impossible feat. It was only after dedicating time to refining his control and adapting to the domain that he could perform the fluid defense required to both protect and incapacitate the children.

The first child that reached him wielded a knife with signs of rust and a chipped edge to stab at his seemingly unprotected eyes with an aggressive leap forward. Considering the limited time available, Ikazuchi’s response was simply to catch the boy’s left arm that was stabbing forward with his own left hand. His right hand gripped the back of the boy’s hand. With a gentle push of his hands, the boy’s hand on the knife naturally released the blade into Ikazuchi’s hand.

He stepped back a single step and swayed slightly with the captured boy, turning his body in a way that allowed him to guide the momentum into a different direction before releasing the boy to roll into the legs of one wielding a club. At the same time, he had skillfully avoided a smashing attack from above to harmlessly pass by. His back was used to bump a different child away as he used his firm footing and weight to his advantage.

From his perspective, pushing the children off balance and restraining them was his primary purpose here. Thankfully, although he didn’t often fight unarmed, he had spent his early development building up the skills needed to do so. His training regime focused first on body utilization, and only after reaching a satisfactory level was he allowed to begin weapon train. There was a period of time where it could be argued that his unarmed skills lagged significantly behind his sword skills, but that was naturally remedied as he progressed. Ultimately, although his skills were developed through swordsmanship, achieving the pinnacle had brought him to a stage of convergence. Even if he couldn’t wield another weapon with the same level of finesse, he could maintain a respectable skill level in all forms of combat thanks to his success.

‘This shit…’ That was all Ikazuchi could think as whoever, or whatever, was controlling the children seemed to recognize his intentions. Having been exposed, he suffered a simultaneous attack that forced him to directly catch the weapons wielded, one in each hand. The paths of the weapons were such that had he avoided them, the children would have directly harmed each other instead. With a weapon in each palm, Ikazuchi’s fists clench with his full force resulting in the crude weapons shattering with ease. His shimmering protection dimmed ever so slightly in response to the meager amount of damage that was mitigated.

Of course, Ikazuchi was unfazed by this experience mentally. He calculated the damage that he could receive thoroughly, and would only accept attacks that were within his tolerance threshold. While he had a certain amount of kindness and concern that was being directed towards the children, he wouldn’t endanger himself for the sake of good intentions. Rather, he believed that showing the kindness he did at this time was a luxury for the strong. It was something that he only recently felt comfortable exercising in any capacity.

Even as damage accumulated and his barrier dimmed, Ikazuchi refused to unleash any direct attacks on the children. He simply continued taking advantage of their lower strength to redirect and disarm whenever he could. Through his perception, he observed his companion's actions and the fact that Tsukishima had made a breakthrough in the resolution. “Took you long enough.” Ikazuchi spoke slightly under his breath as he smiled genuinely. A wave of relief washed over him as the children he restrained were quickly subdued entirely.

With each child freed, the pressure felt by Ikazuchi was lessened. When there was only a single one left, he directly captured the child and held him stationary while Tsukishima resolved the issue once and for all. “Good job.” Heartfelt praise was given to the man without restraint. Following that, Tsukishima gave his verbal confirmation that the issue was settled for the time being. At the same time, it seemed that the man intended to leave Ikazuchi to resolve the issues with the Villagers. “Antisocial, huh?” It was a quiet musing, but it was loud enough that the former lich likely heard him. ‘Well, it’s not like I was expecting much from a guy who was just bones until recently…’

A sigh escaped his lips as he spoke in a resonant manner. “Takumi, come on out! We’ve taken care of the issue with the children for now.” It wasn’t long after he said this that the parents and Takumi were all active in their surroundings, collecting the children to care for any injuries. Ikazuchi’s attention lingered on the one he heard that distinct pop from as he knew that at least one tendon had snapped in the boy’s body. His mother held him with tears in her eyes as she approached the duo alongside Elder Takumi. There was a certain amount of wariness and guilt mixed with the frustration and hatred making it clear that they came forward intending to continue requesting their services. ‘That’s exactly what we’re looking for.’

Word Count: 900
Total Word Count: 2,060

OOC: To be continued in Pt. 2: Journey to the Castle



Combat Stats



*All Gear is Equipped

Capabilities

  • Main-Hand (Left) Damage [641 + 120 = 761]| 2x S-Rank, 1x A-Rank
  • Off-Hand (Right) Damage [641 + 135 = 776]| 2x S-rank, 1x A-Rank
  • Non-Weapon Damage| 2x S-Rank

  • Weapon Mastery: Swords - God of War | Weapon Durability +4 S-Rank, Weapon Damage +50% [Rounded Up]

  • God of War's Insight (Melee): Melee Gods of War unlock a passive ability that allows them to generate a 3D mapping of their surroundings in their head. It covers a 25-meter radius around them allowing them to see everything going within that range and bypasses any anti-sensory effects. This effect persists even if the user is blinded whether physically or otherwise.

  • Speed| 35 m/s - Duration: 7 Posts
  • Lunge| 17.5 m/s - Frequency: 3 Per post
  • Acceleration| 2 Seconds to Top Speed

  • Health| 4x S-Rank
  • Endurance| 2x S-Rank

  • Head| 2x S-Rank
  • Chest| 2x S-Rank
  • L. Arm| 2x S-Rank
  • R. Arm| 2x S-Rank
  • L. Leg| 2x S-Rank
  • R. Leg| 2x S-Rank

  • Magic Resistance| Minor - 1 Tier Damage Reduction to Direct Magic Attacks
  • Item Spell Mana Reduction| 40% Mana Reduction
  • Item Spell Cooldown Reduction| 2 Post CDR
  • Passive Stat Bonus| 10% bonus to all stats from Human Perk


Stats

Strength: 641 [Base: 501| Adaptability (10%): 50 | Armor Bonus: 90]

Speed: 276 [Base: 251 | Adaptability (10%): 25]

Constitution: 264 [Base: 131| Adaptability (10%): 13 | Equipment Bonus: 120]

Endurance: 205 [Base: 187 | Adaptability (10%): 18]

Intelligence: 4

Mana: 7,450

Equipment Stats and Durability

Left Hand:  Spellcutter: Damage: +120 [80 + 40(50%) = 120] - Durability: 9x S-Rank

Right Hand: Breaker: Damage: +135 [90 + 45(50%) = 135] - Durability: 9x S-Rank

[WM #1]Reserve Weapon: White Walker’s Sword: Damage: +120 [80 + 40(50%) = 120] - Durability: 8x S-Rank

[WM #2]Reserve Weapon: Clarent: Damage: +120 [80 + 40(50%) = 120] - Durability: 8x S-Rank

[WM #3]Reserve Weapon: Arondight: Damage: +120 [80 + 40(50%) = 104] - Durability: 8x S-Rank

Helmet:


Armor:


Relic: Cloud Ring Flow: This effect causes a unique change to the mana within the user that strengthens and supplements their body to increase the wearer's acceleration and their body’s ability to endure that effect. This reduces the time for the wearer to reach top speed from four seconds to two seconds. - Durability: 2x S-Rank

Necklace: Samwise’s Necklace: Bonus: Weapon Durability: The user receives an additional 2x S-rank durability to their weapon. - Durability: 3x S-Rank

Ring: Leonardo’s Ring: Bonus: +60 Constitution - Durability: 2x S-Rank

Earring: Jaan Earring: Bonus: +60 Constitution - Durability: Indestructible

Companion: Sword Spirit

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