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6/23/2025, 3:48:29 AM
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While Fionn absorbs much of the damage, you prepare to launch your own counterattack. Throughout much of your time in Morfis, you’d consciously refrained from using the Crest of Macuil. You saw it as a trump card that you did not want to reveal unless otherwise forced to. But up here in the skies, there was no need to fear the observant eyes of potential challengers. You could unleash your full sorcerous might on this creature to finish it quickly. You summon several blades of wind, empowered by the Crest of Macuill, that buffet the vulture, slicing into its flesh and sending blood and feathers raining down upon the sand.
>Tristain: 25 MAG + 3 (Wind) = 28 - 15 RES = 39 DMG x2 (Macuil) = 78 DMG
>Vulture: 62/140 HP
The vulture is sent careening off course by the sheer might of your wind magic, which does considerable damage to the winged creature. Your attack is followed up by your scaly companion. Fionn’s sorcerous breath blasts the vulture head on, leaving a trail of frost that serves to slow the creature down, causing it to flap its wings with great strain.
>Fionn: 13 DMG
>Vulture: 49/140 HP
The Terror makes one last ditch effort to kill you, shooting out another stream of fire that hits Fionn. The wyvern takes the attack in stride though, fanning away the flames with its wings. By now, both you and Fionn are somewhat badly burned, but that was fine. You didn’t intend to give this monster another opportunity to serve you roasted. Nadia, for her part, seemed content to sit there screaming. That was fine though. You summon forth another Macuil-empowered gust of wind, and watch as the efforts of your sorcery serve to dice away at the vulture. Several bloody chunks of meat are ripped off the Terror’s body, crashing far down below into the desert wastes.
>50xp gained! Level Up!
>Tristain d’Rusalka
>Level 36/50 Wyvern Lord (EXP: 0/100)
HP: 69/69 (130%) + 1 = 70
Strength: 37 (75%)
Magic: 25 (50%) + 1 = 26
Speed: 25 (40%) + 1= 26
Defense: 27 (70%) + 1 = 28
Resistance: 19 (50%) + 1 = 20
Luck: 21 (65%) + 1 = 22
As you admire your handiwork, you can’t help but feel a tad strange. You’d just defeated a powerful foe, and with minimal effort at that. You knew for a fact you’d gotten stronger. And yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was perhaps wrong.
>Fortuna’s mood shifts, interfering with your fate. Until her blessing is used, her gaze shall remain upon you.
>DEF: 28 - 1 = 27
While Fionn absorbs much of the damage, you prepare to launch your own counterattack. Throughout much of your time in Morfis, you’d consciously refrained from using the Crest of Macuil. You saw it as a trump card that you did not want to reveal unless otherwise forced to. But up here in the skies, there was no need to fear the observant eyes of potential challengers. You could unleash your full sorcerous might on this creature to finish it quickly. You summon several blades of wind, empowered by the Crest of Macuill, that buffet the vulture, slicing into its flesh and sending blood and feathers raining down upon the sand.
>Tristain: 25 MAG + 3 (Wind) = 28 - 15 RES = 39 DMG x2 (Macuil) = 78 DMG
>Vulture: 62/140 HP
The vulture is sent careening off course by the sheer might of your wind magic, which does considerable damage to the winged creature. Your attack is followed up by your scaly companion. Fionn’s sorcerous breath blasts the vulture head on, leaving a trail of frost that serves to slow the creature down, causing it to flap its wings with great strain.
>Fionn: 13 DMG
>Vulture: 49/140 HP
The Terror makes one last ditch effort to kill you, shooting out another stream of fire that hits Fionn. The wyvern takes the attack in stride though, fanning away the flames with its wings. By now, both you and Fionn are somewhat badly burned, but that was fine. You didn’t intend to give this monster another opportunity to serve you roasted. Nadia, for her part, seemed content to sit there screaming. That was fine though. You summon forth another Macuil-empowered gust of wind, and watch as the efforts of your sorcery serve to dice away at the vulture. Several bloody chunks of meat are ripped off the Terror’s body, crashing far down below into the desert wastes.
>50xp gained! Level Up!
>Tristain d’Rusalka
>Level 36/50 Wyvern Lord (EXP: 0/100)
HP: 69/69 (130%) + 1 = 70
Strength: 37 (75%)
Magic: 25 (50%) + 1 = 26
Speed: 25 (40%) + 1= 26
Defense: 27 (70%) + 1 = 28
Resistance: 19 (50%) + 1 = 20
Luck: 21 (65%) + 1 = 22
As you admire your handiwork, you can’t help but feel a tad strange. You’d just defeated a powerful foe, and with minimal effort at that. You knew for a fact you’d gotten stronger. And yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was perhaps wrong.
>Fortuna’s mood shifts, interfering with your fate. Until her blessing is used, her gaze shall remain upon you.
>DEF: 28 - 1 = 27
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