So, I did see some people ask if Jaune's new ability was a reference to The Lion from WH40K. It is a reference. It's not the Forestwalk thing he can do now that The Lion has risen because that would be fucking busted.
A series of faint groans filled the tomb as Jaune and his friends dragged themselves back out of the ruins. The Paladin limped as he tried to walk on a swollen knee, feeling every ache reach his nervous system. His broken arm throbbed with a searing hot pain that filled his head, dulling any other thoughts. The only cognizant part of his brain told him to follow Yang as she carried Pyrha.
Every broken stone they needed to step over or dip in their path caused someone to hiss in pain. Despite how gingerly the ginger barbarian carried her companion, even she could not avoid putting pressure on Ren's leg. Seeing the boy cry out and grasp his thigh produced an apologetic expression from Nora. The pain he felt was only an ounce of what she went through by accidentally harming him.
Sun collapsed as he walked along, falling to his knees and coughing up blood several times as they walked. His breaths were shallow and filled with a sharp wheeze as they tapered off. Jaune picked him up with his only good arm and tried to let the Rogue use him as a crutch, but he could not lift his arms above his chest. Sun was forced to walk unaided despite the need for assistance.
Out of all of them, Pyrrha seemed to come out the best. Even Yang and Nora were bruised and bloodied, but the Spartan only had a cut on her cheek. Jaune saw this and recognised a blow from the sharpened knuckle studs on Yang's gauntlets. This would swell her cheek, but it was only cosmetic damage.
"It's a little farther, guys," Yang spoke up.
She was correct; the bright sun shone on the doorway twenty feet from them. Jaune was moved by the sight. Every part of him wanted to be as far away as possible from this place.
Blake shuffled to the front, limping as she passed through the party and exited the tunnels first. Peaking outside, she seemed confident in what lay ahead. A signal from the girl called the party forth to join her.
Crossing out of the tomb, whatever strange plants and alien sky were once painted on the landscape had vanished, replaced by a thick forest similar to the surrounding area. As the last party member exited the ruins, the gateway collapsed behind them, crumbling into a pile of loose stones utterly different in colour and texture from what came before. Now, there was not even a trace of the ruins. No sign they were once here like someone erased them from the land entirely.
"I-It's gone," Sun muttered in disbelief.
"Don't worry about it, guys," Yang replied, turning to the whole group. "Let's just get back to Skystead. It's Professor Ozpin's problem now."
Yeah...
Hearing Skystead reminded Jaune of where he needed to go. Weiss was there with Ruby. He needed to get back to them and ensure they were all right. With that goal in mind, the pain shooting through his body faded into the back of his mind.
Jaune began limping, ignoring his body's cries in favour of returning to the settlement. Time moved in short bursts from there. The Paladin would lose spans of it, finding himself back at the tree Nora had dropped onto the giant snake without recollection of the walk. His friends were there, too, keeping pace with him the entire time. Before he knew it, Jaune was at the edge of the forest.
The sounds of horse hooves thundering against the soil registered in his head as he was greeted by the unobstructed sun for the first time in hours. With that blazing sun in his eyes, Jaune could barely see Orin and his men at arms emerge from out of sight. The elder Winchester did not take the time to slow his horse before dismounting, sliding to a stop as he raced to the party.
"Men, secure the area," he ordered, pulling his horse over to Ren and Nora. "Get the boy on and lead them back to town." He then pulled Ren onto the horse and handed Nora the reigns.
"Stay out of that forest," Sun wheezed, clutching his chest as he gave his warning.
Orin paused at those words, carefully considering them before returning to his soldiers. "Keep your distance and retreat if anything follows..."
At that order, the men at arms remained on their horses and paced along the treeline. Several more soldiers joined the group shortly after, bearing spears and bows as they awaited any threats to the town. The rest of the garrison immediately began moving outside the walls to reinforce the fortress and dig trenches.
As the party walked back to Skystead, Orin continued with them.
"Did you break the portal," he asked first. His voice filled with desperation, grasping at any information he could get. "Do you know what caused it to open?"
"Yes, and Yes," Yang answered breathily, adjusting Pyrrha as she walked. "We gotta tell Professor Ozpin first."
Orin's eyes went wide at the implication. "There's more to it?"
"Please, just keep everyone away from the forest," Nora sincerely pleaded.
The man's jaw clenched as he thought about it. "Y-Yes," he stuttered, nodding his head as he spoke. "I'll trust your reasons for keeping it a secret."
A whistle came from atop the gatehouse, and the doors swung wide open to grant everyone entry. Guarding the entrance was a group of men and women of various ages. Each was dirty and bore some sort of wound from the previous days' battles.
"Oi, get them set up in the tavern," a far-off soldier called out. "The rest to the infirmary!"
That command spurred each of them to action. A few led Yang off from the group towards another side of town. Jaune and those who needed to dress their wounds were guided in the opposite direction. All he could see around him were soldiers and the odd townsperson running between posts.
Eventually, he was brought to a modest-sized building crafted from timber and stone. The symbol of the Restoration School emblazoned on the front told Jaune was this place was. The sight of it scared him. His mind came into sharp focus as his feet carried him to the front door.
Jaune didn't want to go inside. It would mean having to see Weiss. Having to know the state she was in. A part of him did not want to know, fearing the worst had happened.
She took a spear to the stomach...
The moment played over in his mind. Jaune could see how far away she was from him then. Only a few feet away. Just enough that he could have put himself between Weiss and that attack. It was something he could have protected her from.
Jaune felt his stomach twist, making him want to vomit. He could not move his body any closer to the threshold. A hand at his back was the only thing to urge him forth. Nora was guiding him, taking the reigns at this moment.
She gently pushed him into the temple, crossing through the doorway and into a large chamber. Here, a dozen soldiers were lying on mats of straw or blankets. Each appeared injured in some way or another. A few were missing limbs or suffered large wounds across their abdomen. The sight of bloody bandages mimicked the shape of a beowolf's jaw.
Healers began to assemble as the party entered the temple, bringing out bandages, potions, and splints to tend to their wounds. One-handed each person a small vial containing a white liquid. Two younger women grabbed ahold of Sun and fed him the potion as they assisted him with walking. An older man urged them to follow.
"If you need something for the pain, drink up, and we can get you looked at," the elderly priest said. "Your friends are in one of the private rooms. Only two beds at the moment, so you'll have to share, but I don't think that will be a problem."
Everything this man said seemed calm and relaxed. Not the doctor giving the bad news to a family. It was business as usual.
Friends...
Hearing that word especially made a difference. Jaune finally could move on his own, taking that first step to pass by the priest and bolt down the hall. His heart raced as he neared an open door. When Ruby stepped out, his breath caught in his throat.
"Jaune," Ruby muttered, grabbing and pulling him into a tight hug. "She's okay..."
The pain from the stab wound in his chest echoed through his body as Ruby squeezed him, but his mind filled with relief instead. It did not even click in his head that he had been stabbed an hour ago. When Ruby pulled away, it was only then she noticed the trail of blood running down his stomach.
"Oh, crap, come on," Ruby exclaimed, grabbing his hand and tugging at his good arm.
Pulling him into the private room, Jaune got a glimpse at Weiss. Pale and weak but alive. Her shirt was pulled up as a young woman worked to put stitches into the open maw above her hip. The Mage didn't even realise he had stepped inside. Several opened potion bottles resting on a nearby cart told Jaune why.
His armour plates fell to the ground with a loud thud as Ruby quickly undid them with the help of the other healers. The undershirt and chainmail came off immediately after, leaving him shirtless by the bed. He weakly sat on the edge of the mattress, propping a leg up on the course sheets.
"Weiss," Jaune whispered, reaching out to touch her arm.
The Mage weakly reacted to the hand. Her movements were sluggish, as if her limbs weighed hundreds of pounds. However, she still managed to grasp halfway up his forearm, squeezing it lightly to show she was alert. Just this presentation caused Jaune to melt inside. The only thing that distracted him was Nora touching his shoulder.
"Jaune, drink this," Nora said, holding out one of the potions.
Forced to let go of Weiss, Jaune downed the bottle. The bitter liquid raced down his throat, and a numb feeling washed over his body in seconds. He could no longer feel the broken arm or any other wounds, like all his nerve endings were shut off.
Tossing the potion aside, he took hold of Weiss' hand, passively grasping at it while she was stitched up. Other healers began working on Jaune, sealing his wounds and splinting his arm now that he couldn't feel anything. The rest of the staff started to help his friends once he was bandaged.
Looking over them, Nora held Sun down as the elderly priest made an incision along a rib before inserting a tube into the opening. Magic danced from the priest's hands, and Sun's breathing immediately improved. This caused the boy to recline back in relief and relax without pain.
His other friends were dealt with quickly. Blake did not seek treatment, curling up on the floor with her cloak pulled over her head. Only a few shuffles following a healer's question allowed them to skip over her and to Ren. Four people manoeuvred his leg to set the bone before immobilising the limb with a sturdy splint.
"All right, that should be everything we can do for now," the elderly priest announced as he tied off the last brace. "Each of you, get some rest, and I'll have someone check on you occasionally."
They all shuffled out of the room, leaving the party alone. A thick silence hung over the group, broken by soft breathing from the injured. Jaune funnelled some of his healing magic into Weiss, improving her state enough to sit up against a pillow, but she could still barely move independently. Fortunately, she didn't relieve her hand of Jaune's, keeping it firmly in her grasp.
"Do we wanna talk about what happened," Ruby asked the group, sitting in a chair by the door.
"We got lucky," Blake spoke up from the floor. Her muffled voice barely found the ears of her companions.
"We didn't get lucky; we got our assess handed to us," Sun exclaimed in reply, throwing his hands into the air. "Only reason some of us aren't dead is 'cause we got a town nearby!"
Jaune's throat went dry hearing this said out loud. Sun was right. There was little anyone could do to counter that argument. It just pulled the doubts Jaune had been feeling back to the surface.
What could have been done to prevent this?
There was something Jaune could have done. A slight change in footing or strategy, and he may have been able to keep their losses managed. Had he used the lance earlier in the fight to down the Witch? What else was there?
I should have gone after Pyrrha!
He could have used Purify to break the hold. The difference in his power level and that of the Witch was great, but maybe it had a chance. If Pyrrha had been freed, she could have fought with the party to bring the Witch down faster.
But what if Jaune turned his back on the Witch? What would she have done then? Everyone was focused on her. Blake was the only person with the same idea Jaune did, but there was little she could have done when the Witch caught her. Things could have gotten worse without Jaune to distract and hold the Witch back.
And if he couldn't free Pyrrha? Then he threw himself into a losing battle with her and the Witch attacking from behind. Jaune already knew what it was like to be in a brawl with Pyrrha holding back. He and his friends could not take them both on simultaneously.
These conflicting thoughts made the boy's heart sink. He felt pathetic. He doubted his choices. He couldn't change anything. One alternative or the other would have just resulted in someone else getting hurt and taking Weiss' place.
"Jaune..."
A voice pulled him out of his head. Looking up, he found Weiss glancing over at him. The others were as well. The boy wasn't sure how long the conversation had gone on without him.
Ruby stood in front of him, holding Crescent Rose out. Without hesitating, Jaune reached for the scythe and wrapped his hand around the haft, acting like he'd been listening this whole time. They didn't need to worry about him. Jaune just needed to keep that appearance up.
Crescent Rose:
The Black Blood:
The black pools of the abyss birth the Grimm. A place where no man or woman may dwell without corruption. This blade drips with venom from that very place.
Applies a cursed poison to those cut by this weapon. A knick from this blade will see their bodies rot away before them.
There's nothing different about Crescent Rose except that...
Jaune looked over the weapon again to be sure of it. This poison seemed to condensate along the flame-bladed steel like water on a cold glass. There was no apparent source. He couldn't trace the magic either. It was as if the Witch's blood had altered Crescent Rose's entire body.
"You see it, right," Ruby asked.
"Yeah, it's weird..."
"Why'd she put that on Crescent Rose," Nora asked, sitting next to Ren on the edge of the other bed. "Doesn't make any sense? Jaune and Blake's stuff is fine."
"I... don't know," Ruby replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe it's a 'Hey, you beat me! Here's this cool thing, so we can fight next time...'"
Jaune was sure Ruby didn't believe it either. He could feel the sarcasm dripping from her voice. That explanation would have been preferred over the more likely sinister reason Crescent Rose was tainted. But this pseudo-enchantment was a boon if there was no curse that Ruby would suffer.
"Any ideas, Weiss," Ruby followed up, glancing over to their friend.
As she thought about it, a weak break bubbled up from Weiss' lungs. Jaune was ready to stop her if she became more winded, but Weiss continued.
"I'm not sure," she confessed, breathing heavily after a few words. "We should ask Cinder or the Headmaster..."
The exhaustion caught up to Weiss, and she reclined back onto her pillow. Nora helped her find a comfortable resting spot, allowing Weiss to pass out quickly. Her soft breaths filled the room as sleep took hold.
"Okay, time for some sleep," Nora declared, laying a blanket over Weiss to keep her warm. She looked upon the rest of the room with an expecting look. "You guys too..."
You did not need to ask Ren or Sun. Their injuries were significant enough that sleep came to them almost immediately. The repeated beating Sun had taken reinforced his need for rest. Jaune tried to fight the urge to sleep, feeling the need to remain alert, but soon fell victim to his bodily needs. The soft blankets and straw mattress carried him off to a restful slumber.
[Several Hours Later]
Jaune's eyes snapped open, revealing to him the darkness which took hold of the room. Blissful snores filled the air as much of the party slept around him. The least injured, Ruby, had finally succumbed in a chair across the room. It had clearly been some time since he'd fallen asleep.
His legs moved independently, pulling him from the bed onto his feet. His sore muscles ached, crying for mercy where none was given. Jaune's eyes scanned the room, looking over everyone and everything. His body needed to hear the soft breaths escaping Weiss' lips.
Focusing on the girl, he could hear the shudder between the rise and fall of her chest. Jaune's shoulders relaxed, allowing him to breathe once it registered in his ears. He swallowed back anything in his mouth, clearing his throat only to find his lips had become dry.
Water...
He needed to go elsewhere with no pitcher or spigot in the room. Jaune approached the door and slowly pulled it open, feeling the squeak of the hinges rise sharply as he created enough room to slide through. Luckily, no one had been awoken by this. Only Nora rolled over and mumbled something in her sleep.
In the hallway, he saw a basin at the far end where instruments were cleaned after use. Jaune's body did not care for this fact, pushing him to limp to the sink in search of water. Fortunately, the faucet worked, pumping fresh well water when Jaune cranked the handle.
Scooping it into his mouth, Jaune drank enough to fill his stomach. Only then was his thirst satiated. With water still pouring from the faucet, he continued to scoop some out to splash himself, cleaning the blood and dried sweat off him as best as he could. The cool water against his skin felt like a dream.
Wiping his face with a towel, Jaune leaned over dry his hair. That's when he noticed something at his feet. Bloodied plate with a jagged hole bored into both halves.
Jaune kneeled and picked the breastplate off the ground. His throat dried as he inspected it because he knew exactly who this belonged to. Weiss' blood was still wet on the metal many hours later. The sight of it was just a gut punch to the boy. His fingers clenched onto the metal as a torrent of emotions built in his throat.
I'll make something better...
"Hey, Jaune," someone whispered from behind.
Jaune turned back to find Yang had appeared in the hall without his notice. She looked tired, physically and emotionally. Such a thing they both shared.
"I need your help," she continued, standing up and waving for him to follow. "Come on."
Jaune did not question Yang, rising off his knee and following behind her. Her pace had no sense of urgency, but that did not mean a lack of danger. After what happened in the ruins, Jaune did not want to take any second chances.
Son of the Forest:
You are a predator. Always hunting, always watching, always planning. Your senses, instincts, and reflexes should befit one who stalks the shadow walkers.
Casting this new ability, Jaune's mind was filled with a wave of new stimuli. Things his body would have ignored as background noise was apparent as each second ticked. His sense of smell became amplified to the hundredth degree. He could now see faint auras of people and objects, able to discern their nature with just a glance.
Training his eyes on Yang, he could smell her. The faint scent of sweat, some blood, and what Jaune instinctively knew to be vampirism. A horrid essence akin to foul meat. He could see and feel the taint on her body, covering her like a faint aura as it intermeshed with her soul. A part of him told Jaune this was only a hint of her spirit. She was still very much human. A benign corruption that would not spread to take over everything.
When Yang guided him outside, Jaune was assaulted with hundreds of sounds, smells, and energies. The entirety of Skystead was reeking of the Grimm. Slowly fading but still present like a thick fog in the morning. The few people they passed had this same energy cling to them just by being in the area but were clean at their core.
He could hear the faint whispers of distant conversations. Soldiers discussing topics of philosophy, gambling, and wordplay. One man was shivering by the fire on this cool spring night, not yet acclimated to remaining outdoors at these hours. He could even hear Orin's footsteps walking along the ramparts of the forest-facing walls.
Minutes later, Yang finally brought Jaune to their intended destination. It was the town tavern. The name did not matter to Jaune. He just knew this was where Yang had been the entire day. Her scent was everywhere.
However, Jaune felt a surge of fear build in him when he detected another scent. This one belonged to Pyrrha. He could not put a finger on what exactly told him that. He just knew it instinctually.
"Pyrrha's gonna be up soon," Yang began, leaning against the outer wall of the tavern. "I-I don't think I can be there when she does."
The expression painted on Yang's face was almost fearful. Apprehensive was better. It would make her stomach sick if she took the lead. The Brawler was simply not ready to do so after what happened with Ruby.
"You know I'm not lying, right," she continued, clearly understanding what Jaune was seeing and thinking. "I'm gonna feel everything that she's going to, and I can't always shut it out. I wanted to ask you because Ruby and everyone else would ask questions."
"Yeah, I get it," Jaune replied, nodding his head.
"Then you'll stay with her?"
"I will..."
"Thanks; I'll go sit with the others."
Yang faded into a cloud of black mist and raced back across town. That left Jaune alone with the challenging task ahead of him. However, Jaune merely gritted his teeth and walked forward. Passing through the tavern doors, his senses guided him to the room where Pyrrha had been all day.
Standing at the threshold, Jaune pushed the door open, allowing it to swing wide. There, Pyrrha was sitting on the bed. Jaune felt his heartstrings pull at the sight of her. She was frozen in place. She was still in shock, pondering if what she'd seen was real.
Jaune knew she was no longer under the control of the Witch. Her aura was clean and pure. However, he didn't need these feral instincts and enhanced senses to see that. The sight of her anguish was enough to know it was true.
Taking a single step at a time, Jaune slowly approached Pyrrha and dropped to a knee in front of her. She had not noticed his presence yet; if she did, she tried to avert her eyes. When Jaune placed a hand on her shoulder, it shuddered at his touch.
"Pyrrha?"
She looked up, her eyes meeting his. Tears began to spring forth when she recognised who she was looking at. Only a sob escaped her lips before she fell into Jaune's waiting arms. The boy merely held her as she began to cry, allowing her to use his shoulder for whatever she needed.
"They're okay, Pyrrha," Jaune whispered, gently stroking her head.
"I'm sorry," Pyrrha cried into his shirt. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" The last words trailed off into sputtering sobs.
Jaune's throat tightened as he listened to Pyrrha softly sob into his shoulder. He could barely fight back the urge to cry himself. He could feel the pain erupting from deep inside Pyrrha. It just hurt so much to hear, and he didn't have any way of stopping it.
He had to fight it for a long time. Hours or minutes seemed to pass as Jaune embraced his friend. After some time, however, Pyrrha pulled away, leaving the confines of Jaune's arms. Though the tears and sniffling were still surging despite the bout of crying.
"How are you holding up now," Jaune asked, sitting down and crossing his legs across from the Spartan.
"I want to throw up, but I can't," Pyrrha expressed through choking sobs. She reached up and tried to wipe her eyes, but more tears quickly replaced them.
I know how it feels...
"Do you want me to get you something," Jaune asked. "Water? Milo or Akuou?"
The mention of the blade caused Pyrrha to freeze up. Jaune knew precisely why.
"Please, no," she exclaimed, burying her face in her hands. "I don't want to see Milo ever again!"
Okay...
Jaune nodded as Pyrrha took several sharp breaths, trying to calm herself down. While she was looking away, he reached into the bag of hold and withdrew the Black Spear. When she turned back to him, Jaune was ready, presenting it with an outstretched hand. Her eyes went wide as she realised what Jaune was showing her. It only caused more tears to spill forth.
"You still need a weapon, right," Jaune said. "I wanted to give you something after we fought the Alpha, but I couldn't find the right time."
Pyrrha reached out and gently grasped the Black Spear. She was speechless. This gift was from the heart. Pyrrha was almost able to forget what had happened only a few hours ago, if just for a moment. Jaune could only hope this would cheer her up.
"Please stay with me, Jaune," she pleaded, looking up at him with begging eyes.
Jaune wrapped his arms around Pyrrha again and kept her there. He fell back against the bed, letting Pyrrha lean against him. The Paladin held her so close she might have broken, but the Spartan's cries seemed to dwindle in this place. So Jaune remained like this until they both fell asleep.
There we go. So Jaune now has enhanced reflexes, senses, and instincts that he can use to detect taint and other stimuli around him. The instincts we'll see more of as time goes on, but he does have some of The Lion's abilities. (He can detect Chaos corruption, and is an all around predator as well as having the battle instincts to change sword swings mid attack to get around an enemy's guard.)
Class: Paladin
"Gather 'round, Paladins!"
"There is a difference between the other classes and us! When those Knights and Chevaliers fled at first sight of monsters! You were the ones to take their place! You walked right up to those monsters and wrapped your hands around those fucker's necks! And you did not stop there! Killing everything in your way until there was nothing left!"
"That is the difference between them and us. Those bastards who were too busy keeping themselves in food and wool can keep all the glory and fame for themselves! Boasting about their deeds as if they sacrificed something!"
"We fight to keep the people safe! To keep the Drowners out of the latrines and Goblins from ploughing our milkmaids! Knowing that no other class has our virtue! Our dedication to our craft!"
Level Forty
Strength 101 (+10)
Agility 40 (+5) + (40 x .20) = 48
Defence 51 (+5) + (51 x .20) = 61.2
Perception 61 (+10)
Constitution 103 (+15) + (.25 x 103) = 128.75
Intelligence 84 (+10)
Charisma 45 (+5)
Willpower 45 (+5)
...
Abilities
Arclight:
A high-intensity explosion of light, equivalent to that of the sun. Burns the flesh of undead and magical entities. Momentarily blinds living and non-magical entities. Sudden magical intensity can cause affected to flee regardless of status.
Active Debuff: Turn and Face The Sun!
Longinuslanze Testament:
A most unholy weapon. Forged by our lord to answer to only one master. He who has the will to dominate such a blade.
It shall sunder any armour. It shall never miss its mark. It shall grow with your own strength. Its holy light searing all who stand to oppose it.
In turn, you shall become vulnerable to attacks whilst wielding this unholy relic. It shall challenge your mastery by forcing you to fight at your full strength.
Active Debuff: Turn and Face The Sun!
White Hawk:
This aethereal hawk shall be forever bound to you. As its master, only you may give direction to this bird of prey. Whether it be scouting the path ahead or distracting your enemies.
Purify:
This ability can remove impurities from any material, whether they be food, drink, or metals. This renders them in a poison-free, diseaseless, and pure quality with the added benefit of destroying curses.
Antimagic field:
Activating this ability will destroy established magical spells within thirty feet. It will only affect spells that have been cast and anchored to a particular area or object, not on your person or beyond your strength. (Wards, latent natural magic, or other ritualistic spells)
Dragonslayer:
"That thing was too big to be called a sword. Too big, too thick, too heavy and too rough. It was more like a large hunk of iron."
A blade forged by those whose aim was to slay a dragon. Such a weapon charged with arcane energy to see to that end. Yet, it never fulfilled its original intent; instead, used to slay hordes of demons by heroes of the past. Such a path this blade wandered that it reeks of malice. The screams of a thousand demonic beings imbued it with a hellfire that will scorch the souls of any it wounds.
Smite:
When a foe meets your blade, a torrent of radiant energy will surge forth, imbuing your attacks to devastating effect.
Active Debuffs: Turn and Face the Sun!
Son of the Forest:
You are a predator. Always hunting, always watching, always planning. Your senses, instincts, and reflexes should befit one who stalks the shadow walkers.
...
Passive: Magister's Lament
Your Passive is a double-edged sword. While you may proficiently cast magic beyond the limits of your Willpower. It is limited in other instances. Not being able to cast harmful offensive magic or any magic on yourself.
...
Miscellaneous Knowledge/Buffs/etc.
Monster Slayer
Spent years studying the various monsters of Remnant. Knows the different species and taxonomy of each known creature. Understands the weaknesses of most known monsters.
Armour and Weapons Smith
Worked a forge for his entire life. Jaune is able to judge the composition of metals, and know the condition of his weapons and armour.
...
Gear:
Eagle's Armour
Level Twenty Eight
Materials: Unknown Alloy Ratio of Enchanted Steel and Corundom, Carbon Steel, and Leather
Minimum Stat Requirements:
Strength: 57
Agility: 25
Defence: 30
Constitution: 39
Bag of holding:
Magical satchel that connects to a pocket dimension. Can store up to seven-hundred pounds while maintaining the bag's original weight. Items must be able to fit through the bag's opening.
Buffs:
This specific alloy of steel and corundom is less dense than normal steel while just as hard. It has a strength to weight ratio similar to menachanite allowing the user to build a thicker armour without sacrificing for weight.
This armour was also specially built for you. The measurements fit your body exactly, allowing it to be worn as a second skin granting a tremendous degree of flexibility.
Necklace of the Bulwark
+25% Bonus to Constitution
Morningstar
Magical whip of unknown origins. Is capable of causing explosions when prompted by its user.
The Swan Knight's Ring
"Ah, my beloved dearest swan!
Behold this horn, this sword, this ring, and bestow upon him all three
For the horn shall aid him in his time of need,
and the sword shall deliver unto him victory most fortuitous
But this ring shall serve to remind him of me,
so Gottfried himself may know the name of he who freed you from torment and disgrace!"
Whoever shatters this ring shall be led to what he has lost.
Spells:
Infusion:
This spell grants one the ability to infuse the desired object with materials ordinarily unable to be bonded together. The strength of the unaltered item determines how much of an effect can be added to it.
Be warned that stressing the target with too powerful additives can result in the atomisation of the material and, possibly, a sudden explosive decomposition.
Telekinesis:
Casting this spell allows you to move objects with your mind. Within a visible range, anything you can levitate is dependent on your personal strength and willpower. Once, cast upon, the item is subject to your directions and will perform whatever manoeuvre you are capable of imagining.
Be warned that this spell drains magicka rapidly.