“Lucia!” Bren screamed.

Kat cut the head off one of the alligators she was dealing with and bolted back to the island.

Ann was ahead of her, water splashing everywhere.

Rosalyn kept her staff raised, ready to deal with anything that approached.

Ann got there first, skidding on her knees right up to Lucia’s side.

“How bad?”

“Not sure, still checking,” Bren panted, running his hands over the woman. Tension mounted, then he relaxed. “Oh, thank the Gods. I can heal this. It is a paralytic that took her down. One moment.”

Loud buzzing in Ann’s ears alerted her to danger. Whipping her head around, she saw Kat catch that stinger again, just in time.

“Not again!” Kat roared and shoved the Guardian back.

“Last one!” Rosalyn shouted, splitting the hive growing inside a swamp cat’s haunches in half.

“Please tell me that’s all we’ve gotta do.” Ann stood with the other two, watching the Wasp zip around their heads, trying to find an unprotected angle. They wouldn’t give it one. Wherever it tried, one of them was there.

“Guh!” Lucia sucked in a breath, followed by ragged coughing.

“Welcome back,” Bren sighed. “Gave me a fright.”

“Hurt. Sorry.”

“Can you stand?”

“Yes. Still alive?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Lucia grabbed Fillianore from where she’d fallen and, with Bren’s aid, stood again. It only took her a second before she regained her balance and walked up to the rest. “Annoying.”

“Ye don’t have tae tell me twice,” Kat said as she glared at the hovering threat. “Bastard just likes stayin’ up there.”

As she spoke, the Wasp whirled. Its insectoid head flicked from side to side, then flew over to one of the now dead hive hosts. It landed gently, then prodded the dead body with a long leg. When the host didn’t move, it tried again. Watching it was like watching a cat checking whether the prey was really, actually dead this time.

“What’s it doing, you think?” Ann asked the group as they watched.

“Checking on its babies. Oh no, this is about to get much worse!” Rosalyn warned. She raised her staff and unleashed more lightning.

The Guardian turned towards them, its fleshy abdomen smoking, and its armour charred. Angry clattering came from its mandibles before it turned and rammed headfirst into a tree.

“The feck?”

It did it again.

“I… did you break it?” Ann asked Rosalyn.

A third time.

“I don’t think so.”

A sickening crunch came on the fourth. Long, insectile legs reached up and began tearing pieces of black-and-yellow chitin from the head, tossing them into the water.

“Oh Gods damnit. More happening!” Ann yelled.

The Wasp… or what was the wasp, turned. It was putrid. Where the bug’s face had been was a mockery made of flesh. Eyes of a lizard, maybe, they were so distended that Ann couldn’t tell, bulged where the Wasp’s eyes were. Mandibles were replaced by the jaws of a crocodile. The connective tissue around its head was formed of all sorts: scales, human skin, and something furry. Drool dripped from its maw and hissed against the water in long, thick strands.

“It couldn’t have done that without this shite?” Kat groaned, wincing at the display.

“I really wish it had.” Ann raised her fists.

More crackling, and the main body fell apart as well. More and more, it was revealed that the insides were exactly like the abdomen. Everything was a hive of rotting, melded-together meat. Two of the six arms broke free, tendrils of ridiculous length now hanging freely into the water at least ten feet below the creature.

“No,” Lucia growled. She aimed a shot and burst an eye. She didn’t even need one of her special rounds to do it.

The Warped screeched and regrew the eye in a second.

“Oh fuck that was…!” Ann was cut off as a whip cracked just to her right.

Kat had been pushed back a foot by the attack as the tendril returned into the swamp.

“All engage! Use everythin’. Bren! Try tae stop shite. Ann, see if ye can grab one o’ those tendrils. We’re groundin’ this bitch!”

The roar of gunfire joined a rushing of wind as Lucia and Rosalyn got to work.

Kat and Ann had the hard part, of course. They needed the creature to attack for their plan to work. Peppered as it was with ranged damage, it was focused on dodging.

“I’ve squashed a hundred o’ yer kin. What makes ye think ye’re any different?” Kat bellowed, slamming her shield as she taunted the monster.

Slitted, bulbous eyes boiled red as they fixed on the princess. It dropped low to the water, insect legs brushing the surface.

“Behind me!”

Kat stepped forward as the rest stepped back. Shield raised before her, she met the monster with fierce resolve. Reactive Defence sparked blue as she mitigated the damage. In the same moment, Ann thought she saw Guard Crush and Stand Your Ground as well. Kat was, in a word, dazzling! Blue sparks flew around her as she used most of her skills at once, swirling in tight motes, lifting up. Ann almost thought she saw the form of the dragon, horns standing proud — its tail lashing, for a brief moment before reality came crashing back in.

A wet crunch resounded as the Guardian splattered against Kat’s shield. Acid flew everywhere as the crocodile jaws gnashed at the metal and shell lodged in its face.

“Now!”

Ann leapt up, using Kat’s shoulders as a step, and sprang up onto the Warped’s back. Her paws slipped on the wet carapace. Arms flailing, she grabbed onto the only thing in reach. A wing. Fuck it, that works! Digging her claws into the joint, she tore out everything she could as she fell. Gouts of black coated her arm as she landed.

No time to wait. The wing was already healing. Grabbing the limp limb, she hauled herself back up and got to work further back. Claws slashed ranid flesh. Faces wept black blood as she gouged them open, making the thing bleed as much as she could.

“Ann! Jump!” Rosalyn cried.

She did so, and as soon as she was clear, lightning hit the Warped again. It seized as she landed, jerking awkwardly.

Ann was getting nowhere here. Every time she gouged out a line of faces, they split into more. More holes. She was starting to hear buzzing, too.

“Go for its legs! Cripple it!” Ann shouted back.

Lucia had shifted her position, getting a full broadside of the creature and started picking it apart with well-placed shots. Two bullets cracked, severing one leg, with a third taking off a second.

Ann whirled in a storm of claws. Purple light flickered as she pumped Smites into each strike. One wing fell off, fluttering gracefully into the swamp. The cauterised stump writhed, attempting to heal, but failing to the divine burn. Quickly, Ann undid the next two wings. Only one wouldn’t be enough for it to get off the ground. Jumping back to the ground, she flinched as a whip lashed out at her.

In the last second, a shimmering shield caught it. The blow crashed through, but the momentum was slowed enough for Ann to scramble out of the way.

“I have you! Join Katlyn!” Bren ordered.

Ann didn’t have to be told twice. Kat shoved the Guardian’s head to the side, freeing her shield. Whipping arms lashed out, catching Ann on the thigh, Kat on the cheek.

Ann grabbed the creature and sank her claws into its skin, tearing it away as hard as she could. Smite after smite, she pummelled the thing’s exposed face and eyes. Wet popping sounds dug into her mind as it endlessly regenerated under their assault.

Wind sliced, bullets rained, Kat hacked, and Ann slashed. The ground was slick with black blood by the time all parties staggered back.

The remaining wing on the Wasp twitched angrily as the burst eyes reinflated. It had gotten its legs back, but could no longer fly to safety.

“Ye think it’s close?”

“Unclear. It still appears to be healing quite well.”

“Brain, maybe?” Ann suggested.

“No. I don’t think something healing this quickly will care about its brain. Gotta be something else. Maybe the hive?”

“Shocked, though!”

“I know, but it might be inside! I dunno, I’m guessing here. It’s the only thing we haven’t beaten to a pulp yet!”

“Feck, alright. Rosalyn ye keep it off balance. Ann, Lucia, kill it. Bren, keep us alive.”

“Running low,” Bren informed them, pulling up his sleeves.

“I know. Not doin’ great meself. Acid’s done a lot just now.”

“I’m still ok. Keep her up,” Ann said. Truth be told, she was exhausted. The mental fatigue from being covered in wasps was getting to her, not to mention the myriad of welts all over her skin and under her fur. Even with the fun parts, she was ready to be done with this Seed.

“I will do my best.”

She and Lucia banked to the left while Rosalyn unleashed thorns on the now grounded enemy. Several pierced the chitin, while others bounced off. Kat resumed her assault on the head. Great screeches came from the malformed jaws of the Guardian as her shield burst an eye.

Ann was briefly distracted by the noise and didn’t see the whip coming. A crack resounded as it hit her on the upper arm, in the gap between her gloves and shoulder armour. Skin and muscle tore free. A chunk was missing from her arm. She had to keep going.

Lucia ducked another strike. In the next moment, a leg batted her away. She took the hit in stride, rolled, and charged back in.

Ann ducked under another strike from the insectoid leg, then felt another snap across her back. Her armour held, but that was going to bruise in the morning. Blood poured into her gauntlet as she grabbed hold of a leg, trying to swat her like it had Lucia. She found the joint and crushed it between her elbow and knee. Purple flashed as she smote the wound. There was no time to worry whether that had finished it. Moving on, she ducked under the next whip’s lash and started climbing faces.

Hornets swarmed from her handholds. Lucia was right next to her. They held tight as the Warped bucked. It didn’t dislodge them, but they couldn’t move while it shook, giving more time for the little stinging shits to cover them.

Something happened up front, and the Guardian stopped paying attention to them.

“Now!” Ann lunged forward. Hands and paws worked in unison to send her flying up the side of the monster. Reaching the top, she took a split second to notice that the wounds she’d left were still bleeding. If Go For the Throat was still running, that meant this was a vital area.

“I’m going to dig. Stay on!” Ann yelled at Lucia.

It was disgusting work. She tore at human flesh. Blood covered her as she hit veins and arteries mixed in with the swarming hive. How this thing even managed blood flow was something she’d have to ask Rosalyn later. Keeping her mind off what she was doing helped; made her stomach stop turning as she got to a layer of muscle that looked too human.

Taking a breath, she checked her health. She had a quarter left, and it was dropping quickly. Innumerable stings and bites covered her skin. There were so many that new ones were starting to fade into a cloud of pain.

“Hurry!” Lucia grumbled. She probably wasn’t doing much better.

Ann tore apart the muscle layer and found more muscle. More and more! Her fingers burned. Her lungs ached. Her mind focused on one task. Dig.

“There!” Lucia cried. “Move!”

Ann threw herself away. She hadn’t even seen what she’d found. Her mind was shutting down to protect her.

Lucia stepped forward, took a knee and rammed Fillianore into the pit Ann had dug. The trigger clicked, and a massive explosion thumped below them.

Ann felt herself flying. Too tired to care. She’d probably land in water, which would get the wasps off. That’d be nice, at least. Hopefully the Guardian had died. That would also be nice. She faintly registered her back hitting water. The stinging stopped, but their damage was done. Water covered her face. She had to move, but moving hurt so badly! No excuses, she told herself. Move and get back to Kat and Rosalyn. Don’t make them worry.

It took all of her energy to roll over and push her head above water. Her lungs filled with hot, humid air, but she welcomed it.

“Hold on. I have you,” a very nice voice told her. Her eyes cracked open to the welcome sight of Bren holding a potion.

Ann coughed and sputtered as a bitter healing potion was forced down her throat. It got to work instantly. The pain receded to an all-encompassing ache, rather than stabbing needles. “I survived the fight. I don’t need you drowning me!”

“Let the healer do his job,” Bren laughed. “Come on. Let us get you back to shore.”

“Where’s Lucia?”

“Katlyn has her. She will be fine.”

“Well, that’s good. It’s dead?”

“Rosalyn has confirmed the Guardian’s demise.”

“Good. I don’t want to see another wasp in my life.”

“Worse than the goose?”

“Eh, let’s not go that far.”

Ann and Bren shared a tired laugh as they reached shore. The massive corpse of the Guardian lay there like a beached whale, half still in the water. Kat came around the other side of the thing, carrying their Thrundol over her shoulder. Ann noticed parts of her hair were missing, and new skin had formed over those bald patches.

“Don’t give me that look. Shite was splashin’ everywhere.”

“You need a helmet.”

“And hide me gorgeous, rugged looks?” Kat grunted, setting Lucia down and taking a seat herself.

“Gonna be more rugged than gorgeous if you keep that up,” Ann shot back.

“Ye still gonna love me?”

“Obviously.”

“Then I couldn’t care less.”

“I still like your hair. Take better care of it.”

“Fine. I’ll get a helmet next time we’re in a city.”

“You better.”

“Guys! This thing is crazy!” Rosalyn shouted. The Druid was already elbow deep in the Guardian’s skull, rooting around in what Ann could only assume were the brains. “It’s not just this one! It was a hive! Xirali’s showing me some cool little bits I would have missed. Like… ooh yeah, that is different. That’s what lets it talk to the rest of them? So cool! Oh, look how the muscles adapted to hold those crocodile jaws. So much had to be melded onto the base skull! I wonder how many creatures this thing took to make?”

Ann flopped back onto the stone. “At least she’s having fun.”

“Did anyone level from that?” Bren asked once he’d fully checked on Lucia.

“Haven’t checked. Know I got a level of Warping from Aranaea, but I’ve been too busy to look.” Ann flicked her sheet up, taking a look. “Oh my god, I got four!”

“Four?” Kat’s eyes unfocused. “Me too! Oi, Rosalyn, check yer sheet!”

“Wooooah!”

Excitement spread through the group as they all took stock of their advancement. Double experience from Ann’s modified blessing was no joke.

Ann groaned. “Of course that’s one of my skills.”

“Oh? Care to share? You did not share your Warped skill either.” Bren was sitting with his chin in his palm, still considering.

“I got a passive called Slut’s Energy…”

Kat choked on a laugh.

“It gives me five Stamina too.”

Lucia actually laughed! 

Ann looked at her accusatorially.

“Is true.”

“You did take a long time with the Matron.” Bren was not helping.

“It wasn’t just me! Kat and Rosalyn helped!”

“Aye, but ye broke ‘er brain.”

“Fuck you!”

“Later?”

“Ugh!” Ann flailed her arms. “I’m taking it…”

“Bet ye are.”

“And another skill that lets me do some fun stuff to you,” Ann continued. “So there.”

“What? Not going tae explain?”

“Nope! You’ll just have to find out after that little comment.” Ann crossed her arms, huffing.

“You never told us your Warped skill,” Bren reminded her.

“Yeah, well,” Ann could feel her cheeks heating up. “Kinda a weird one. I can… change my junk now.”

“Ye can WHAT?” Kat shouted, her focus fully on Ann. “Details. Explain. Now! Rosalyn, get o’er here! Ann can change ‘er cock!”

“WHAT?” Rosalyn pulled herself from the corpse and came running over. “When the heck did you get that?”

“After Aranaea,” Ann re-explained. “I can make it whatever I want, really. Costs a good chunk of health, though, and has a cooldown of twelve hours. That time looks like it could go down, though.”

“I wanna see!” Rosalyn cried, a giddy light in her eyes.

“Not like that,” Ann cut her off. “After we’re safe and out of here. Then we can mess around.”

“Fiiine.”

Ann took a second and put her free skill points into Mind. She was starting to use the stat more and more now that her Smite was more effective. Good to have extra uses, and at eighty points, she had plenty.

“So, what’d you all get?”

“Shot. Evade,” Lucia explained without telling them anything.

“Got offered Mind again. Not sure why it’s doin’ this. Maybe I should take it?”

“I would,” Bren hummed. “Illdall may be pushing you towards a path better suited to your skills that requires Mind.”

“Feck it. Fine. Other one is pretty good, though. Raises me Tenacity by twenty. Four more uses of Reactive Defence is feckin’ great!”

“I got more Intellect and a melee spell!” Rosalyn called back from the Guardian corpse she’d returned to. “Can shock people with my hands!”

“People?” Ann asked, suspicious of that wording.

“Or monsters! I can do both! Just does damage!”

“Thank you for sharing!” Bren yelled back. “Do not get any in your mouth!”

“Duh!”

“I received some interesting new spells as well. A domed shield at the cost of fifty Absorption that can block a good amount of damage. It can be cast at a target or area, so the use is quite adaptable. Next is a status effect. I can boost the stat of my choosing by ten percent for one of you per day.”

“Kat’s health,” Ann said without hesitation. The three others looked at her. “What? That’s what, fifty more from last time? That’s nuts!”

“A fair point, but your own might be better. You do take a beating in most of these fights. I am afraid that the wound on your arm might scar.”

“I was bound to get a couple scars. No problem,” Ann shrugged. “I’ll leave it to you, though. You’re better at the math of all this.”

“Indeed.” Bren looked a little proud at the compliment. Smug, actually. “So, shall we head to the Core?”

“Where the feck is it?” Kat asked, standing to look around. “Don’t see any hidin’ spots.”

A splash came from behind them. Ann watched in shock as the Core rose from the swamp and floated lazily over to the centre of the island.

“Wait, they can do that?”

“Some o’ ‘em, but not many. Awesome!”

“Well, let’s get this over with. Should have enough health.” Ann groaned as she stood and approached the Core.

Name: Annita Kronforst

Age: 23

Race: Lupine (Warped 4.1)

Path: Warrior of Orenous (23)

Title: Chosen of Orenous

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Racial Skills:

Cold Resistance: Reduced damage from cold effects. Comfortable in colder climates.

Keen Hearing: Able to hear sounds from greater distances with greater clarity.

Natural Weapons: Claws and teeth are considered weapons for any skills that would affect weapons.

Endurance Hunter: +2 to Strength, +5 to Dexterity, +5 to Stamina

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Unique Passive:

Chosen of Orenous: The Bearer is burdened with a task from the divine. Growth of one’s progression is accelerated by a factor of 1.5 once a Path is chosen. For each lover in the current party, increase the multiplier by 0.2. This bonus will apply to all party members of the same or lower levels as the owner. Further benefits will be unlocked upon progression of the Bearer’s Path.

Additionally provides +5 to Faith.

Path Skills

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Passive:

Weapon Proficiency: Light weapons and small firearms.

Armor Proficiency: Medium Armor

Health Points: Stat has been unlocked.

Libido: Stat has been unlocked. Increases by 5/hour. Once full, sexual inhibitions will be greatly reduced until release is achieved.

Desire: Stat has been unlocked. Gained through relations with trusting partners.

Stat Increases: +5 to Faith, +10 to Mind, +2 to Endurance, +2 to Resilience

Compatibility: You’re a large lady, in more ways than one. This will help make sure things go smoothly in your conquests.

Deft Hands: Increase dexterity by +5. Any complicated manipulation of your digits becomes moderately easier.

Rogues Do It From Behind: +0.1 of your Dexterity to enemies when attacking from their flanks.

Go for the Throat: When attacking a vital area, any wounds left unhealed will continue to bleed for 100% of your Dexterity over the next ten seconds.

Slut’s Energy (1): Increase stamina by 5.

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Active:

Stoke the Flames: Consume 10 desire points to inflame the target, incensing a heightened emotion of your choice for 1 minute.

Smite of Orenous: Enhance an attack to deal additional Holy damage. Adds 40% of current Faith to the attack. Cost: 5 Mind. When used on Warped, it cauterizes the wound, 

Predatory Sensuality: Cost: +40 Libido. Requires a display of sensuality to activate. Your force of will and pure sensuality make you irresistible, lowering your opponent’s guard. For a single strike, lower the target’s Endurance by 5 points.

Lover’s Intuition: Cost: 20 Desire. Gaze longingly into your lover’s eyes. Gain insight into their desires at the moment to better satisfy their wants and needs.

Fade Away: Reduce your presence, becoming slightly harder to detect. Will not affect direct eyesight. Uses: Equal to 10% of your Dexterity, rounded up, per day. Currently (3)

Burst of Speed: Double your physical speed for 6 seconds. Limited to one use. Use resets on the completion of a sexual encounter.

A Fistful of Love: Focus your desire in your fist. Spend 80 Desire to enhance your next strike to add 400% of your faith as damage.

Unseen Strike: Cost: 25 Libido. While hidden from your target, your first action will have increased effectiveness. The target must be fully unaware of your presence.

Push and Pull: Engage your lovers in ways deeper than just the flesh. Share a portion of your desire with them. Must be above 50% Libido (107) to activate. In return, you feel their need for your body, causing Libido to increase at ten points per five seconds.

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Warped Skills:

Virility Manipulation: Channel your mutation to allow yourself to control the virility of your ejaculate. Sacrifice 10 HP per use. Options are Sterile, Natural, or Extreme.

Minor Cosmetic Mutation (2): At the sacrifice of 5 HP, you may modify the length and or color of your body hair to your choosing. Your eyes may also be altered. You may change the color of your or replace them with that of another creature. These effects will last until the skill is used again.

Dental Modification: Gain control of the size and configuration of your teeth! Make them grow longer or shorter by your will. Currently limited to terrestrial creatures.

Genital Manipulation: Spend twenty health to change the form of your genitalia. While there are no limits on the shape, size cannot exceed your natural proportions unless another skill applies. In addition, shape cannot be changed more than once every twelve hours.

Passive Stat Increases:

+230 Health

+230 Desire

+115 Libido

+2 Strength

+19 Dexterity

+60 Mind

+7 Endurance

(I continue to be bad at math and am correcting Kat’s health here.)

Name: Katlyn Farragher

Age: 43

Race: Alfhindur

Path: Stalwart Protector (23)

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Racial Skills:

Keen Hearing: Able to hear sounds from greater distances with greater clarity.

Long Lived: The blessings of your ancestors have increased your lifespan beyond most other mortals.

Darkvision: You are able to see clearly in the dark to a certain distance.

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Path Skills

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Passive:

Weapon Proficiency: Light weapons and all shields.

Armor Proficiency: Medium and Heavy Armour

Health Points: Stat has been unlocked.

Tenacity: Unique Resource Unlocked. At the cost of taking damage, one may use points to fuel skills that would reduce damage elsewhere.

Stat Increases: +5 to Endurance, +5 to Resilience, +2 to Strength, +3 to Stamina

Protector’s Constitution: Increase Endurance and Resilience by 3.

Break Yourself Upon Me: Increase Endurance by 10% of your Strength.

Arcane Fortification: Increase your Resilience by 5.

Guardian’s Durability: Increase health pool by 10%

Mind of the Warrior: Gain 30 Mind.

Hang In There Baby: Increases Tenacity by 20.

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Active:

Reactive Defence: Consume five points of Tenacity to reduce the damage you would receive from an attack by twenty percent. The barrier which you create must be precisely placed.

Stand Your Ground: Once every minute you may choose to not be moved by an attack that would otherwise move you. Spending two points of Tenacity allows you to reduce forced movement.

Taunt: Your words aggravate your enemies. Enemies affected will prefer you with their attacks while under the influence of this effect. Damage taken may cause the target to lose focus.

All In: Consumes all remaining Tenacity. Sets Endurance and Resilience to 0. Sacrifice all that defends you for a single offensive strike. Deals the total amount consumed plus thirty percent additional.

Guard Crush: Turn your defence into offence. Slam your shield forward, dealing 50% of your Endurance plus 50% of your Resilience in damage to your target.

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Passive Stat Increases:

+460 Health (20 per level) +100 base +10% after all additions

+69 Tenacity (3 per level) 

+7 Strength

+2 Dexterity

+8 Resilience

+6 Endurance

+30 Mind

Name: Bren Hedera

Age: 26

Race: Human

Path: Scholar of Restoration (23)

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Racial Skills:

Adaptability: Comfort comes in all climates. After spending several months in a harsh climate, you will become accustomed to it, and the effects will be lessened.

Learned: Because of your upbringing, you are inclined towards the scholarly pursuits. +5 to Intellect.

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Path Skills

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Passive:

Weapon Proficiency: Wands and staves.

Armor Proficiency: Up to light armor.

Health Points: Stat has been unlocked.

Absorption: Unique Resource Unlocked. Using healing effectively allows you to further protect your allies. Per ten points healed, gain five points.

Stat Increases: +10 to Intellect, +2 to Resilience, +2 to Endurance, +3 to Stamina, +10 to Mind

Scholar’s Focus: Reduce Mind consumption by 10% when casting defensive spells.

Healer’s Intuition: Gain the ability to estimate the health of your companions. Restricted to those considered as part of your party. Will also confer the type of any ailments affecting them.

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Active:

Restore the Body: Cost: 5 Mind. Heal one target within 50 feet that you can see for 80% of your Intellect.

Delayed Reconstruction: Cost: 15 Mind. Heal one target within 50 feet that you can see for 300% of your Intellect over two minutes.

A Preventive Approach: Cost: 10 Absorption. Utilize your Absorption resource to create a barrier in the space of your choosing. Able to deflect minor projectiles and enemies completely. Reduces damage of attacks that overwhelm the barrier by 10%.

Study Time: While reading a book you have not previously read, restore Mind at an accelerated rate. Must be focused on the book. +2 Intellect

Detox: Removes up to moderate poisons and diseases from a target within 50 feet that you can see. Can be used three times per day.

Scholar’s Retreat: Cost: 10 Mind per Minute. Restore your party’s stamina, easing the aches of the road and weariness from battle.

Reinvestment: Refund a portion of your stored Absorption back into your Mind. The rate refunded is .5 per point of Absorption.

Take Shelter: Cost 50 Absorption. Create a dome with a ten foot radius at a point or creature within line of sight. Blocks 300 damage regardless of source. Creatures can pass through this barrier freely.

Enlighten Others: Increase the stat of your choice on a singular target for 24 hours. This cannot be applied again while the buff is already on another creature.

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Passive Stat Increases:

+230 Health (10/level)

+230 Absorption (10/Level)

+80 Mind

+8 Intellect

+2 Endurance

Name: Rosalyn Losenska

Age: 27

Race: Vulhardrin (Ovine)

Path: Druid (23)

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Racial Skills:

Wooly Warmth: Reduced damage from cold effects. Comfortable in colder climates.

Danger Sense: Sensitive to upcoming threats. You will be more likely to notice danger.

Natural Weapons: Your horns are considered weapons for any skills that would affect weapons.

Stick to the Flock: Increases your Endurance by 2 when standing within five feet of an ally.

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Path Skills

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Passive:

Weapon Proficiency: Staves and Druidic Foci.

Armor Proficiency: Up to Medium Armor.

Health Points: Stat has been unlocked.

Storm Winds: Unique Resource Unlocked. Using offensive spells builds the storm within. For every 10 mind spent, 10 Storm Winds is generated.

Stat Increases: +10 to Intellect, +2 to Resilience, +2 to Endurance, +2 to Stamina, +12 to Mind

Druidic Resolve: You are resistant to mind-altering effects. Stronger abilities may be able to overwhelm this resistance.

Depth of the Storm: Increase Mind by 150% of your Intellect.

Druidic Focus (1): Increase Intellect by 10.

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Active:

Thorns: Cost: 5 Mind. A spire of thorny roots or vines form at a point of your choosing, dealing 50% of your Intellect stat.

Wind Bolt: Cost: 5 Mind. Fire a concentrated blast of air at the target, dealing 50% of your Intellect stat. 

Entanglement: Cost: 15 Mind. Concentration. A field of vines erupts in a ten foot diameter circle, causing all targets to be slowed. If a creature is knocked prone in the field, the vines will ensnare them, preventing further movement. 

Unleash the Storm: Cost: 40 Points of Storm Winds. Lightning jumps from your hand or weapon, dealing 180% of your Intellect to the target creature. 

Camouflage: Cost: 20 Mind. Creates an illusion, hiding yourself or another creature of your choosing. Those who do not see past the illusion will see a natural alteration to the world before them.

Lightning Crash: Cost: 100 Points of Storm Winds. Call down lightning on a target, dealing 120% of your Intellect to the target, and 20% to any nearby creatures.

Shocking Touch: Cost: 10 Mind. Channel lightning through your palm, shocking anything you touch for 100% of your Intellect. (Effect may be lowered)

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Passive Stat Increases:

+230 Health (10 per level)

+230 Storm Winds (10 per level)

+80 Mind

+8 Intellect

+2 Stamina

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