Deimos was currently reading a Spellbook to relearn how to create life in the Spawning Pits in his room, when a loud knock interrupted his studies.
Dear God, what now? Deimos thought as he closed his book, "Come in," he said, allowing the person to enter.
It was Bolg, returned from his scout patrol.
"My Lord," he kneeled before his King.
Odd. It seems that I have gotten so used to the Orcish Language that it practically sounds like English to me now... Deimos mused, Additionally, this whole "bowing and kneeling" thing is really starting to piss me off... Wait, I'm the King. I can literally just tell them not to do it right now.
"Get up," he curtly demanded, motioning for Bolg to rise, "Such useless formalities are the sign of Elven and Human incompentence and decadence. A simple salute or hand across the heart will do from now on, and that applies to everyone!" Deimos ordered strictly, deciding to act on his thoughts and do away with that practice right now instead of having to deal with it in the near future.
Bolg nodded in understanding, rising up and saluting the Goblin King.
"Good, good. Like that. So much more practical and simple, isn't it?" Deimos inquired, getting a nod from Bolg, "Now then, I presume you have information to report?"
"Yes my Lord," Bolg started, taking in a deep breath, "It seems that your Mountain is no longer in an artic mountain range, but is now standing solely in a hilly area. Additionally, we have made contact with a Orcish village that seems to be in a state of constant war, but we managed to subjagate them."
"An Orcish village? What were they like?" Deimos asked, interested in what these Orcs were like.
"Disgusting man-pigs, it seems this breed of Orc is less of a cross of Man and Dog like we are and more of a cross between Man and Boar. They are intelligent enough to have bowed down to their superior cousins when I bashed in their Chieftain's head however," Bolg answered.
God damn it... Deimos mentally facepalmed, Am I surrounded by narrow-minded morons in this damn mountain!?
Instead of ranting about what he wanted to say, he instead said, "Well, since this described breed of Orc doesn't appear to be the common Orcius orcius that I usually know..." Deimos noted Bolg's confused face and sighed, saying, "There are three major breeds of Orc that Mondain created that I know of, there is the Orcius orcius, also known as the commmon Orc, like you; next is the more evolved Orcius goblinus, or Goblin, like myself; finally there is the somewhat rare Orcius trollus, also called the Troll. You know, the dumb muscle that's like a cross between tank and pack-horse."
"Ah, I see my Lord," Bolg's words claimed that he understood, but his face was that of anything but that, "Is this the 'Science' thing you claimed you would push us towards?"
Finally! An inkling of intelligence inside that absurdly thick skull of his! Deimos cheered inside of his head, "Yes, of course it is but a small part of Science, Bolg. Now, as I was saying, since this new type of Orc is apparantly more of a cross between a Man and a Boar, I will call them the Orcius swinus."
... A small silence passed between the two.
"Er, that was a sign that you may continue now," Deimos said awkwardly, I really need to work on my transitions and body language...
"Ah, of course my Lord," Bolg still had the look of a 2 year old trying to understand the String Theory, "Er... As I was saying earlier, I managed to subjugate these Pig-Orcs and have them become a part of your mighty kingdom, and I learned from these Orcs that we are apparantly in an area called the Abelion Hills."
"Abelion Hills?" Deimos tapped his fingers together in thought, "I don't recall an area in YGGDRASIL called that. What else is near these Hills?"
"I... Believe those Orcs said that this Hills is on a peninsula of sorts, and that there are two kingdoms bordering it, one is called the Slane Theocracy, and one is called the Roble Holy Kingdom," Bolg recalled.
Ugh... So I'm surrounded by a bunch of religious fanatics and a Holy Roman Empire wannabe. Fan-Freaking-Tastic, Deimos sighed thinking over this new piece of information, And seriously, who would call themselves the "Slain" Theocracy? Do I even want to try and negotiate with them?... Yeah, probably not.
"Quite interesting. Anything else to report?" Deimos questioned.
"Yes," Bolg affirmed, "I believe Tybevriat sent a flock of Mongbats out earlier to scout out these Hills, and we have found an assortment of races fighting and warring with each other."
Deimos' interest was sparked once more, "Really? Tell me what kinds of races you found."
Bolg seemed to have been dreading that question, and sighed, taking in a deep breath, "There are tribes of: Snakeman, Armatt, Zern, Ape Beastman, Blader, Centaur, Caben, Horuner, Spidan, Stone Eater, Pteropos, Orthrous, Magilos, and Bafolk. There are also six other races that are not numerous, but very powerful such as Spriggans, Naga Raja, Vah Un, Ogre, Buri Un and Zoastia. Additionally, there appears to be other species living in the Aberion Hills such as Pangolinmen, Srush, Giant Biclop, Weremen, Morlocks, Orc, Hill Giants, Goblin and Dark Dwarves. Among these demi-human tribes were individuals that were noted to be apparantly skilled and fearsome warriors," Bolg finished, gasping out for breath.
Sheesh, you didn't need to say it all at once Bolg, you're not some narrator, Deimos thought, pitying the breathless Orc. "I see... I shall consult Tybevriat on these creatures and their cultures soon enough. When you say there appears to be skilled and fearsome warriors, what do you mean?"
Bolg breathed in and out, until he finally recovered, and said: "I mean that some pretentious prick has dared to call themselves the 'Grand King of Destruction,' I believe his name is Buser. A Bafolk if I recall correctly."
A Grand King? In a land constantly ridden with civil wars and strife? Well, I'll be sure to knock you off your high Warg, one named "Buser!" Deimos mused angrily to himself.
"I see. This has been a most enlightening and eye-opening report... Bolg, you are dismissed," Deimos waved his hand, motioning for Bolg to leave now.
"As you wish, my liege!" Bolg saluted to Deimos one last time, and returned to his duties.
The most valuable piece of information from that report was the fact that we are not in YGGDRASIL anymore... Deimos mused, I was at the max level in YGGDRASIL, but how powerful am I in this world?
Deimos sighed, returning to his spellbook, Perhaps when I go down to the Spawning Pits, I can ask Tybevriat about this...
The Goblin King was wandering down closer and closer to the bottom of the mountain, trying to find the Spawning Pits.
It should be around here somewhere... Deimos thought, looking around the area for the Pits, You think a bunch of mud pits constantly boiling and writhing with new-born demi-humans would be easy to find...
Deimos wandered around a bit more, until he finally found the giant chasm where the Spawning Pits were.
Ah! Found them... Now where's Tybevriat? he thought, deftly making his way past the grimy and slimey pits of mud, noting the Mojokiis were constantly chanting or digging something out of the pits, usually they brought out a simple Mongbat, but sometimes they dragged out an Imp. He noted how the Mojokii congratulated the one who probably made the Imp by sheer accident.
So there's a chance that I could make something completely different than what I intended if the whole "I-Meant-To-Make-A-Mongbat-But-I-Got-An-Imp-Instead" thing that's going on over there is anything to go by. Hopefully that won't happen to me. Deimos thought as he found Tybevriat on a large wooden watchtower overseeing the whole operation.
Quickly moving past the wizards and mages, Deimos climbed the tower and walked up behind Tybevriat.
"Tybevriat," Deimos quietly called out to the Evil Mage Lord.
"A-ah! Lord Deimos, I did not expect you here so soon!" Tybevriat yelled out in surprise as he quickly saluted the Goblin King.
Odd. Why is he so afraid of me? Deimos wondered, Is it because he's the only Human here, and the fact that he directly reports to me make him afraid?... Ah well. Questions for another day I suppose. At least he got the memo to salute instead of kneel.
"Yes, it's me. I came here after brushing up on some of my magic skills to see if I could go ahead and make a creature," Deimos said, reasoning to himself that if YGGDRASIL had become real, then he should go ahead and try his hand at magic. He did focus on the Archmage class afterall...
"As you wish my Lord, I shall lead you to a suitable Spawning Pit," Tybevriat turned to some Goblin worker, "You there, get a list of creatures for Lord Deimos, now!" he snapped at the poor worker, who scrambled from his position to fulfill the new order.
"So, tell me Tybevriat," Deimos said as he followed the Mage, "How has progress been with the Mojokii and Mojoka?"
"Progress has been steady my Lord, we currently have 5 flocks of Mongbats and Imps flying around gathering information on the Roble Holy Kingdom," Tybevriat said, seemingly impressed with the progress the Orcish Wizards had made, "As for our Mojoka, they have managed to get the Trolls to grow a natural bone-armor of sorts in the Spawning Pits, and they might have found the way to increase their intelligence as well."
Trolls with brains? Mondain would be jealous of those wizards, Deimos noted from that last piece of information, "Any progress with the few Mojokii stationed to improve on Orcs and Goblins?" he then asked, remembering that he later changed his order to have a small supply of Orcs and Goblins made to improve Gothmog's army.
"Hm..." Tybevriat seemed to be trying to recall what those few wizards were doing, "I believe those Mojokii that were trying to improve the Orcs have been trying to create a crossbreed of sorts. The few crosses that they made however were mentally unstable and had to be killed. As for the ones stationed for the Goblins, well, they somehow managed to safely create Hobgoblins."
Deimos blinked, Hobgoblins? Those weren't a part of the list players were allowed to make in YGGDRASIL. It looks like more and more rules are being broken every second!
"Hobgoblins you say?" Deimos mused, "If I recall correctly, they excel at pretty much everything the Orcs and Goblins are good at."
"You are correct as always my Lord," Tybevriat affirmed, "I believe they would be best used as your bodyguards."
"No, no. I am sure they would be better off being Bolg or Gothmog's lieutenants, or even yours if they're magically compentent enough," Deimos refused, he didn't want anyone close to him yet. Not until he was completely used to this New World.
"Why not my Lord? Hobgoblins are among the smartest and strongest of our ranks, why not have some as your bodyguards?" Tybevriat inquired.
Damn it Tybevriat! You keep asking these questions that kick me into a corner! Deimos angrily thought, "Well Tybevriat, I was thinking about making a new hybrid of some creature, like a Demon-Orc or a Dragon-Troll to act as my guards. I'm not quite sure how it will turn out, but I am sure I can make it work eventually," Deimos lied. He honestly had no idea what he was going to make at first, but at least he did now!
"I see, I see! A most fascinating goal my Lord," Tybevriat nodded, interested in the goal Deimos somehow made up on the spot, "I look forward to seeing how this experiment ends," he said as the two finally arrived at the Spawning Pits, "Here we are my Lord! Your personal Spawning Pits."
Okay... Must stay calm when doing this, God knows what'll happen if I accidently fall face-first into the mud in the middle of my ritual... Deimos told himself as he took in the glorious sight of the great chasm.
A Goblin Worker came up to the two, and offered a small book that looked to be over a thousand years old.
"Ah, Mondain's Personal Notes, thank you, you little grunt, you may go now!" Tybevriat shoo'ed the grunt away and ferverently offered the text to Deimos, "Here you go, my Lord."
Deimos took the notes, I remember this. This was just some book somebody found during their raids on another Guild. It had no use at the time, so we just stuffed it in some random chest... I wonder what's in it now? he wondered as he opened the book.
Mondain - (The Date Cannot Be Read)
At last, I've finished it! I've finally written down a full list of the potential creatures I can make with certain reagents for now...
Now, since I'm quite old, I will be leaving these notes here in case my apprentice Minax, Exodus, or some other Dark Lord comes along and needs my help and I cannot lend my assistance.
Name, Scientific Name - Reagents needed, Time Needed for Full Formation:
* Orcs, Orcius orcius - Mud, Man Flesh & Dog Fur/Orcish Flesh, 8 Hours
* Goblins, Orcius goblinus - Mud, Orcish Blood, Fish Brains, 12 Hours
* Trolls, Orcius trollus - Mud & Iron Filings, Goblinoid Bones, Iron (other types of Metal are acceptable), 24 Hours
* Wargs, Canis orcius - Mud mixed in with Wolf/Dog blood, normal hides and leathers, bones, 10 Hours
* Minotaur, Bos sapiens - Mud mixed in with Cow blood, Bovine Hides and Horns, Man Flesh, 18 Hours
* Lizardmen, Lacertilia sapiens - Mud, Reptile Scales, Spined Hides, 7 Hours
* Mongbats, Daemonus commonus - Mud, sticks, fur/hair, 3 Minutes (Blood may be added for a Greater Mongbat)
* Imps, Daemonus lessarus - Mud, sticks, fur/hair, blood, 5 Minutes
* Demons, Daemonus daemonus - Mud embroiled by flames, Daemon Blood & Bones, 2 Sacrifices, 48 Hours
* Succubi, Daemonus cubicas - Mud soaked and mixed in water, Daemon Blood & Bones, 2 Sacrifices, 48 Hours
* Gargoyles, Draconis sapiens - Mud, Scales, Leather, 9 Hours
* Drakes, Draconis lessarus - Mud, Scales, 1 Sacrifice, Horned Hides, 12 Hours
* Dragons, Draconis draconis - Mud, Scales, 3 Sacrifices, Barbed Hides, 24 Hours (Gemstones may give birth to a Greater Dragon)
Conclusion:
I am sure that more creatures can be made, but I require more resources and metals to effectively test out every possible method of creation. Who knows? I could even make crossbreeds and hybrids of these things.
Deimos glazed over its contents, noting that even the spawning pits needed to be changed to suit the creature's needs when it is being formed.
"I must say... Mondain kept some very detailed notes," Deimos noted, feeling a little inspired by the fact that Mondain knew of the concept of Science as well.
"Indeed my Lord, that is why we have began digging below the Spawning Pits, so that we may put some kind of fireplace below all of them individually so it is easier for our magicians to create demonic creatures. Such needs however, are already in place for your personal Spawning Pit, my Lord," Tybevriat said. It seems he went over Mondain's notes as well.
"It's a pity such a great man was killed," Deimos sighed, wishing that Mondain was alive to see his creations live on as a natural part of the world he once lived in.
"Indeed. It was the greatest crime and delay to our world's pregress and evolution that ever happened," Tybevriat confirmed.
Deimos nodded, and went back to looking over the notes. There's enough space in these pits to make several things at once, he noted as he glanced at the Pits apparantly reserved for his use.
After some thinking and comparing, Deimos came up with his idea.
"Alright, Tybevriat, I want you to fill that pit," Deimos pointed at the northern-most pit, "with water, iron filings, daemon blood and bones, dragon scales, spined and barbed leather, and 5 sacrifices. Dig out whatever's in there in 72 hours."
"I see my Lord," Tybevriat nodded, passing off the command to some nearby grunts and servants, "What do you intend to make with this concoction?"
Deimos was slightly tempted to just shrug, but instead he said, "Because I thought it would be a good thing to show my wizards that just cramming as many materials as possible does not get you some godly being, it will just get you a bunch of dirty materials and 5 less Mongbats."
"I see, I see. You wish to show that moderation must be taken when placing the reagents needed to make a creature," Tybevriat said.
"Indeed," Deimos confirmed, "Now, in that pit off to the West, I want you to mix that one's mud with wolf blood, and place barbed hides and daemon bones in there. Dig out whatever's in there in a day."
"Is this one an attempt to make a new Warg?" Tybevriat inquired.
"Yes, I think I should try and maximize the efficency of our common mounts as much as possible," Deimos answered.
"Ah, most generous of you, my Lord! Always looking out for our soldiers and riders!" Tybevriat clapped, as if that was something incredible.
My God, what am I surrounded by, sycophants? Everything I say is taken in the absolute best way possible, even if it's just some dumb experiment like this! Deimos thought, mentally facepalming himself once more.
"Yes, thank you for that Tybevriat, but there is one last pit I wish to fill over there," Deimos pointed at the Eastern Pit, "I want that one boiled by fire and filled with Orcish flesh, Daemon Blood and Bones, and 1 Mongbat sacrifice. Dig out whatever's in there in 16 hours."
"Ah, I presume this is an attempt to make some sort of 'Super Orc?'" Tybevriat questioned, intrigued by the apparant mix of Orc and Demon parts and materials.
"Yes, but I believe this, like the others, may fail, as it is just some simple experiment where I am mixing two recipes together," Deimos said.
"Of course my Lord, of course," Tybevriat acknowledged.
"Now, while those grunts are setting the pits up, I want to ask you a few questions," Deimos said.
"Ask away my Lord," Tybevriat immediately responded.
"First, what is the economical situation of this Abelion Hills?" Deimos said.
"Hm... I believe special leathers like Spined, Horned, and Barbed have never been seen in this area before, and normal Metals appear to be scarce here and is a commodity that the local tribes quarrel over."
So we have the economical advantage here, Deimos concluded from that piece of information, "What about Slaves? Did the Mongbats catch anything about that?"
"I believe the beings known as the 'Dark Dwarves' trade metal-made goods in exchange for slaves," Tybevriat answered.
So they don't have the moral high-ground over us, Deimos concluded. He remembered that while Orthanac doesn't practice or condone slavery, it also doesn't condemn it, "What about the Roble Holy Kingdom? Any information on them?
"Not much that I know of. Their Queen is named Calca Bessarez, apparantly she isn't liked very much by the South because she was picked over her older brother Caspond. There is also a pair of sisters, Remedios Custodio who leads the Paladin Order, and Kelart Custodio who is the nation's High Priestess. They apparantly barricaded themselves behind a Great Wall to stay out of the constant wars Abelion Hills go through," Tybevriat recalled, not knowing much about them, "Are you thinking about negotiating with them?"
"Perhaps," Deimos said simply, "I am thinking about it. They sound better than the 'Slain' Theocracy at the very least."
"Mm... Perhaps Bolg and Gothmog can give you better advice than I can," Tybevriat said.
"Perhaps. But for now, I must conduct the ritual on these Spawning Pits," Deimos stated as he walked near one of the Pits.
From there, he began chanting in an strange, eldritch tongue not meant for man, and black swirls of darkness twisted around him, gaining in strength. He then began circling his hands over the pit, willing the life inside the live, and rise. Slowly, the dark swirls of life left Deimos' side, and entered the blob of materials inside the pit.
Whew... So magic does work to an extent! Now I just have to hope I actually get something out of this, Deimos mused to himself. And it wasn't too hard either! I can do it again easily, he thought happily as he repeated the process with the other two pits.
Tybevriat applauded his King as Deimos walked back, "Brilliant work my Lord, brilliant! I could not have done such a thing myself even if I wanted to!"
Deimos laughed, "Well, I wouldn't be a King if I wasn't strong and smart!" Deimos' expression turned a bit more serious, "Though now I wish for you to deliver a message to everyone now. I want you, Bolg, and Gothmog to meet me on the throne in the middle of the mines, while everyone else may attend from the walkways and wooden floors dotting the area surrounding it."
"As you wish, my Lord!" Tybevriat immediately stopped flattering Deimos and moved to deliver the message to everyone.
Good, good. This'll be a good time to tell everyone of my goals, Deimos decided, moving back to the throne.
In the throne room, Deimos sat on his lofty throne while Gothmog, Bolg, and Tybevriat stood around him. In the far off walls where the miners usually worked on multiple levels, sat and stood Orcs, Goblins, and Trolls alike.
Seeing that he had gotten enough of his kingdom to hear him, Deimos stood up from his throne, and said:
"My dear and loyal subjects of Goblin Town! It pleases me to see all of you here to hear my announcements. I call you all here now to hear my decree: We are at war! Not with any particular kingdom mind you, but against any who dares to think themselves above us! It is time for change! For too long now, we have been crushed and oppressed by the tyrannical fist of Humanity, Elves, Dragons, and everyone in between! For too long now, we have judged as dumb, weak, and evil! For too long now, we have been enslaved, slaughtered, and spat on! But now! Now! Now is the time where we unite! Now is the time for change! It is time for us to march bravely onwards! From here on out, everyone is to learn their military place, whether it be as a Klompurz, Mojoz, or as a Makurz! From here on out, we are in a state of Total War! Every man, woman, and child (Assuming the latter two even exist down here) is to report and work towards a common goal: to raise the mightiest empire this world shall ever see! To create a military so powerful, so advanced, so mighty that all shall tremble at the mention of our name! To create a culture so wonderful and unique that all shall cheer and strive to be like us! To humiliate the brutal Humans and stubborn Elves, to tame the unruly Dragons and steal from the greedy Dwarves not with our own brutality, but with peace and diplomacy! We shall raise a mighty empire that will last for the ages my kin! Hear me now! This is my command, and your future!"
The Chasm in which Deimos stood shook and trembled from the cheers and yells of joy at the new purpose which he had laid out for them. The Water quivered, the Earth quaked, the Fire wavered, and the Air spun violently from the response of joy.
Deimos cleared his throat, silencing the crowd, and continued, saying:
"Right now we are in an unknown land named the Abelion Hills. This land, according to our Mongbat flocks, is in a state of constant war and strife. Our first immediate goal is to conquer this land and unite these tribes under one banner. Second, we have been considering opening peaceful diplomacy with the Roble Holy Kingdom, who is ruled by Queen Calca Bessarez. However, there is tension between them and these Hills, because of these wars, so much so that they have built a Great Wall to block us out. Will anyone volunteer to act as a representative to them?"
At this, a cry sounded out.
"Nay I say! This kingdom is one that should be crushed and demolished! The thought of it being one that we spare revolts me!" the Protester was a Mojoka, seemingly disgusted by the thought of offering peace to the Kingdom.
"Oh?" Deimos turned towards the voice, "And why is that?"
"This Kingdom is truly one deserving of destruction! They slaughter our kin and fellow demi-humans everyday, and their so-called Paladin Leader, Remedios Custodio, is one truly deserving of being enslaved and tortured! She dares to call herself a champion of justice, but she murders children to preserve some twisted ideology she and the kingdom follows!" the Mojoka shouted, not faltering for a second against his King.
"Truly? Prove this accusation then," Deimos sat back down on his throne, waiting for this proof.
"And I shall prove it to you, my King!" the Mojoka summoned a Mongbat and casted a simple spell on it that showed its memories up for all to see.
It was in a ruined village, one presumbly destroyed by the Paladins, and a woman with short bob-shaped brown hair affixed with a white hairband stepped forth into a crumbling house. She was beautiful woman, but her eyes were cold and judging. Her full plate armor was silver, and partially covered by a surcoat, and a sword hung freely from her waist.
This was apparantly Remedios Custodio, leader of the Paladins.
She seemed to be confronting a small child with horns... A Tiefling orphan, who couldn't have possibly more than 5 years old if their voice and rags suggested anything.
This Tiefling was obviously powerless against her, and seemed to be begging her for mercy, but she coldly cut down the child without a second thought...
The memory ended, and the mines erupted in rage and fury, Goblins and Orcs stamped and banged their weapons, baring their teeth, desiring vengence for the cowardly and dishonorable murder.
All of them were silenced by the King.
They all noticed his quiet and calm demeanor... It was too quiet for him...
"M-my Lord...?" Bolg tried to grab his King attention, but failed. It was as if he was still thinking over it.
"This..." He hissed his words out, and an Opressive Aura filled the area, "Is an OUTRAGE! An affront to all beings! A mockery of justice! An insult to true paladins! This will not go unavenged!" he boomed, shaking the entire mines with his voice alone.
"You there! Mojoka! What is your name?" he questioned the one responsible for enlightening him.
"Er... Gorbag Skull-Crusher, sir!" Gorbag stammered, still just as shocked as his fellows.
"You shall lead an expedition to the North... Past the Slane Theocracy. Pass my decree and word of our glorious kingdom to any who might be an ally. Go now!" Deimos boomed to the Mojoka.
"As you command!" Gorbag saluted to the King, and began moving to gather an expedition force.
Deimos sank into his throne, thinking over this discovery.
He sighed, and said:
"It appears now that we have no choice but to scare them into our service. With this discovery and affront to our kin, I am afraid we have no choice but to force them unto their knees and chain them with the shackles that being a vassal entails. Mark my words, my kin, by the end of the month, the Roble Holy Kingdom and Alberion Hills shall know the terror of our mighty empire!"
After his declaration, the Halls of Orthanac were filled with Goblins and Orcs working and training so hard that they would put even the greatest blacksmiths and Spartans to shame.
Tybevriat Varn, Lord of the Mists
Alignment: - 100 - Minorly Evil/Lawful Evil
Total Level: 100
Racial Level: Human? (2, Not fully leveled/Evolution not complete)
Job Level: Necromancer (10), Evil Mage Lord (3), Mist Lord (5), Wizard (15), Warlock (10), Enchanter (15), Dracomancer (10), Cultist (15), Eldritch Mage (10), Worshipper of Azathoth (5)
Stats: HP - 50, MP - Exceeds Limit, Phy. Atk. - 20, Phy. Def. - 76, Agility - 94, Mag. Atk. - 100, Mag. Def. - 98, Resistance - 87, Special Ability - 75
Total: 600
Special Abilities: Touch of Azathoth - An ability where the user can do whatever they want to the target, disregarding all defenses and enchantments the target may have. The user can do anything, from changing the target's race, their skills, their inventory set-up, guild, anything. The ability can only be used when the user is at 7% HP however, and they can only use the ability once a month.
Greed - A passive ability that allows the user to gain more wealth and fortune in exchange for something else of value to them, such as their emotions, love, parents, etc. or vice-versa.
Envy - A passive ability that boosts the user's stats when faced with something they want, such as the chance to steal a precious artifact or a chance to kill someone in exchange for a borderline insane obsession with that target.
Arcane Knowledge - The user gains a passive boost when learning anything relating to magic.
Eldritch Knowledge - User can converse with Eldritch beings and attack them without penalty. The user also no longer gets a penalty to their sanity when faced with Eldritch beings.
Draconic Knowledge - The user understands Draconic Magic and gains a boost whenever Dragons are fighting with them.
Mists - The user can control the mists and apply a single draining enchantment to it. Additionally, the user can dissolve into mist and travel to other locations.
Draconic Might - User gains a temporary boost to their overall stats if they drink a dragon's blood.
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A reference to the Evil Mage Lord from Ultima Online, Tybevriat Varn is pretty much a glass tank; he can hurl spells that can end another Level 100's life instantly, but he can get killed very easily if he's not careful.
Well. Looks like the Roble Holy Kingdom has got quite a situation on its hands now... And now a scouting party is sent to the North of the Theocracy, where Nazarick lies...
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