51 Arcane Physique (2/2)
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(Active) (Lvl 1, 0%) - The Mage imbues his weapon with Arcane Energy, dealing weapon damage plus 3% of Mana as additional Magic damage. CD: 5 seconds. Mana cost: 412
(Active, Sustained mode) (Lvl 1, 0%) - The Mage conjures a shield within his skin to negate against most of the physical or magical elements that dare to harm him, granting 60% damage resistance at the cost of the reduced damage received as Mana. Upon activating this skill, it reduces your max mana by 15% until deactivation.
Upon reading the description of the skills, Gray's eyes widen with extreme astonishment.
This indeed looks almost similar to the Arcane Warrior Specialization of Dragon Age: Origins or perhaps the Might/Sorcery build from Kingdom of Amalur as what Gray also deduced.
'Oh…my...fucking...Wynather.' The elf thought with bewilderment. 'This seems incredibly overpowered no matter what angle I look at!! With these skills, coupled with my never-ending Mana boosts from and Mana sustenance from , , and , as well as my innate racial Magic Resistance, I can tank damage at a decent rate and not fall easily in battle despite being a Mage. Not to mention, I am now capable of equipping armors as long as I fulfilled the Strength requirement which is now my Intelligence. Hehe, very awesome indeed.'
\”I thank you for this, Lord Agveyr.\” Gray assumed a smirk as he bowed down with utmost appreciation.
\”As long as you fulfill your bargain as per intended by the strands of fate.\” Agveyr merely nods in response with a smile. \”Before we end this meeting of ours, there are still unfinished matters that we… you have to partake.\”
\”And that is?\” Gray asks with interest, especially curious by how Agveyr said the word, 'you'.
Agveyr then shifted his attention away from the Paragon and turns to look at the platoon of Warriors with an unimpressed look, most notably at the dwarven leader.
\”I have heard about how you and your band of mischief have provided a much… unneeded welcome for our guest here, qualities unfitting of warriors in my ranks. After all, I have eyes all over this plane. Such foolish actions deserve punishment, don't you say?\”
The dwarf Vakrean gulps with fear, his entire demeanor trembling at the prospect of retribution that is to be granted by their lordship, a godly being also feared for his brutality and cruelty to the ones who he deemed that is in the wrong.
The platoon behind also shares the same sentiments with their leaders, hoping that their lordship will be menial in his judgment.
\”Instead of me administering to your retribution,\” Agveyr said to them. \”I'll let the Paragon here decide your fate. After all, he's the one that you have offended, so it is only right that I grant him the authority on my behalf.\”
\”Me?\” Gray asks in clarification, not sure if he is willing to be given an act of jurisdiction in such affairs.
\”Of course.\” The God of War grins widely. \”You are the Paragon, a being that will be either be lookup with the reverence of the people as they worship at the very ground that you walk, or perhaps fear as the people shall tremble with terror at your wake, realizing their insignificance as you bathe them with the same amount of horror just like your enemies. Most of the Paragons adhere to the first choice while the few others only caused damnation, even more so than their adversaries that they are supposed to quell. Of course, the latter group of Paragons met their gruesome end either by assassination or rebellion by the people that they are supposed to protect. As such, you will have subordinates who will follow and support throughout your endeavors willingly or unwillingly. You may have a destiny to fulfill but the actions on how you are going to accomplish it are entirely up to you. I wanted to see the true extent of how well you are going to administer your judgment in this situation, merely a glimpse of the future days to come if I might say.\”
Gray simply nods as he somehow understands the god's logic.
Turning his attention at the platoon, a sinister smirk suddenly graces forth into the elf's face, an expression that causes the platoon to tremble in utmost fear.
\”Hehehe, you bastards, you definitely are going to pay.\” The Arcanist chuckled darkly much to the frightful looks of the warriors, most especially the archer who seemed to be the most scared-looking out of the group, with him doing the deed directly by shooting an arrow at the Paragon's knee.
[+7 CHAOS]
They can only hope that the new Paragon is a merciful individual in par with Nevarath himself.