[Lich system]
Name: DuthLv[1][Stats]Hp: 10/10Mp:15/15SP: 0SM: 5Skills: fire missile[Lv.1], raise dead[Lv.1], Harvest[Lv.1]Passives: 25% Magic Resistance, Soul life vision, Mana Regen, Cold auraTabs: [store][craft][inv][upgrades][evolution][system upg]-lockedOh? So i am weak right now. Thats not a lot of health nor Mp, but i find this system a tad faulty. Maybe I need to upgrade the system? Hmm going to have to get back on that later.
SP=Soul Points: [Soul points are used for crafting dead entities like dragons, and upgrading]SM=Soul Mass: [Soul Mass is the substance needed to raise the dead, set new bases, evolve and extend your power via just being there and upgrades to self. More uses are explained when system is ungraded]WHAT!
Dragons?!
Imagine! 10 story titans who are armored like mountains, can breath molten fire that can melt diamond and even use magic as if they were the incarnates of it! But to raise the legends? To build an undead dragon? What power could he obtain? Clearly enough to destroy the defilers!
Thoom!*
Duth looked down at his fist which had promptly cracked the stone of his arm rest. He stared disbelieving at the strength he didn't expect himself to have. Hell do normal liches have this kind of strength? Granted he never officially faced one himself at his peak, so perhaps it is?
He leaned back to blink or well with no eyelids that's hard to do. "Hmm i need to invest in that.." Dragons would do him well, but that would be far from now, wouldn't it be? Beside the point. Exhaling he flicked his attention on the throne room he was in, crimson green flames giving this tomb a bizarre look, dark tattered carpet that ran up to the double doors. Massive chandeliers hanging far above each a lit as the torches scouring the walls massive pillars with coffins for giants carved into them. He counted 8 with these massive coffins. Perhaps just decor? He also notice the coffins much smaller close to human size with a foot added on. They lined the walls behind the pillars.
Hmm so are they really decor? Or are they meant for something else. Now that i think about it. this looks rather like a classic boss room doesn't it? Those might be my troops?
If so, then what do they contain? Could be anything, hell who's tome is this? It isn't his, he died just like many others in a city. Quite frankly he didn't see this as his, if so who could have carved it? Issue is he couldn't tell if it was his body or not. Nor the age of the tome. It was too ancient. Or perhaps there was another reason why it appeared so damaged?
###Her sword clashed against undead guards that came rushing into the chamber. Her eyes blood shot armor scratched up and beaten. Rena unleashed a flurry of blows upon her enemies, as said undead are easy kills, unless in groups. and with the walls alive plus a horde streaming from the tomb. This was a horror she didn't expect, why so many undead?!
Dale on the other hand wasn't having much issue with masses of enemies. Although mana reserves are worrying him. He had been keeping most the enemies off his companions, but eventually he too will tire. Balls of fire trailed over Rena exploding deep in the horde. Whilst a flickering green barrier kept the living walls from enclosing on them. "Their endless!!"Lia too found arrows to be troubling. Sure she had several quivers, but they were running low. Although her enchanted arrows did a good number to undead, she had yet to use the explosive tips to avoid friendly fire and its just in case the wizard ran out of juice to spill on the dead. Damn, should've brought a return scroll.. Was Lia's thought as another detachment of enemies broke off the main and shambled towards her.
The three of them had plenty of issues, but the most was perhaps dale who worryingly looked at his barrier. He was almost out. "Rena Lia pull back! I'm almost out I have one last attack in me!" Upon hearing it Rena disengaged and bolted, last to dale was never last to them. She always knew this, each time he grew stronger his last attack grew in force almost 10 fold. Its like calling 40% of your stocks 'a little left'Lia couldn't back up any further, so she just kept her focus on the current unwanted skeletons making their way towards her. Whilst Dale rose up his hand a flicker of dark crimson flame wisping into existence. Feeding off his mana by the droves. Each intake forcing Dale to intensely focus to not lose control of his own spell and bring the entire tomb down on their heads. He found it much harder the more it took. Flame growing in size ever so sightly, a raging soul seemingly buried deep within. He called this spell, Souls Fiery.After his death, Duth had only mourned as long as he could before seeing his cousin again. Still remembering the lich who broke her neck. Yet when you also die, mourning for life can quickly be forgotten. He saw his friends family and even pets again. The soul realm was certainly a hard one to explain. It didn't have landscape or cities, no it had what the soul wanted. What it was content with. You could call it your own little paradise that gave you actual satisfaction from your happiness. Span that into eternity and anyone may actually find themselves content with their new ever changing reality.He had no idea how long its been in the living world, as far as he could recall times in dimensions were different. Not that you can visit the soul realm with ease. Nor any realm for that matter. The energy required is to put in perspective.. insane, like planetary level. So how did the mortals access the soul realm and find ways to power their magics further?He unfortu
A deep crimson flame shot out crashing into the entrance for so many undead. Its flames expanded rapidly. Inhaling oxygen and producing an even more explosive yield. Almost reaching Dale and his companions with blast radius alone, not accounting for the devastating shock wave that follows.The party with both relief and disbelief watched the undead in hundreds be consumed as a tidal wave of hellish flame ran across them like water. Their many war cries of groans, moans and creaking of bones silenced in almost an instant. Dale was rather impressed himself at his level of control and a successful experimental spell. Its components weren't that normal. Mostly based off theory. Yet the shockwave shot them back. Only his last embers of mana saved them from being embedded into a stone wall. That said..He had used a silver of his will, finding it possible to do so, whilst using mana and a small ancient rune used long ago and it worked. Which makes him think his pet pro
Rena dreamt briefly, at first she had been peaceful. However moments only passed before something clawed at her from deep within. Twisting her dreams into nightmares of darkness, screams and the cold eyes of burning crimson blue fire.She snapped awake, cold sweat running down her brow and a deep shiver of fear that didn't settle for a second. She often had these omens, dreams of one day occurrences, it could happen anytime, but the more vivid it became, the less time she had until it happened.. This dream.. It was.. Too vivid.Huff* Huff* Huff*She inhaled and exhaled air like a gasping fish, was that a vision? If so.. Was there time short? How long had it been since she's had visions? A few years at least, Lia craned her head slightly. Taking no notice of Rena's distress.
Dale had been restrained and disarmed of the scroll, by none other than the Lich. Who gave it a once over before chuckling. "That's funny, but.. Nooo.." He hissed in raving whispers. The lich latched onto his arm with a twisted glee. "Fooood…"A bioluminescent green wisping flame spreads slowly across his forearm. Seeping joyfully into any cracks and creavess found. Dale struggled helplessly, to no avail. All his mana had been sapped when he used the scroll. All he needed was the last string of words. However he couldn't speak under the force of this monster, he still hoped. Not wanting to let go of life so easily, Dale still had much to live for, so much to learn and see, so experience, why should he die here? He won't hand his life to anyone, but the moment that wicked magic touched him. The will of mind and body almost broke in an instant.
Tap* Tap* Tap*Boney finger tapped the cracked stone upon the thrones armrest. Staring blatantly at his system and the numbers with a twinkling light dimly sparking in his fiery eyes.[Lich system]Name: DuthLv[1][Stats]Hp: 10/10 +30% bonusMp:15/15 +30% bonusSP: 6SM: 125Skills: Fire missile[Lv.1], Raise dead[Lv.1], Harvest[Lv.1]
[Would you like to upgrade the system? it will cost you 500 SM][Yes/No?][Yes]###Duth didn't know what he expected, a congratulations? Or an anti-climatic upgrade, but this? This was outside his rotten box.At first there was a long delay, expecting nothing more than some subtitle little notification.However, it wasn't so small and the effect was instantaneous. Layers of magical circles flickered into existence, spanning up into the skies and outwards like a machine of gears. Such runes were not physical, nor could he decipher them.Duth stood there
Adilen signed as he looked down at the messenger. How did this happen? An enemy army appeared within the city? There shouldn't have been a feasible way to breach the city like that, the harbor was protected, so was here at the other end of the pass, finally the sewers were guarded and closed shut. 'Unless.. No.. You'd have to be magically adept for that, there are no wizards of my knowledge anywhere near this city. Nor did we make enemies with one.' Perhaps they were already hidden in the city? Ready to strike when they weren't looking and their manpower was low? That's seemed far more feasible than any mystical scroll that could warp you to a very specific location. One he would rather believe instead. He can't deal with them until he deals with the city walls defenses who were under siege by a rather large bandit army. However, that didnt mean the troops in the walls can't, he grabbed his warhorn, there were two actually. One was for the front; it was more thunderous, though it ha
His quest was simple: raise an army, slay the city. Sounds evil, or rather off put from his true goal, but he ignored it. He didn't need to care for humanity. If he did, it would be counterintuitive to his plans.With his forces on the move, much of the attacks were hit and run. Having Death knights storm the houses they passed, whilst undead continued down the road. Duth harvested the bodies after they were unceremoniously thrown into a pile at his skeleton feet. The souls were gone, the bodies weren't theirs anymore, who would care? Him? No. Why? Well when you 'live' long enough you tend not to give two toots about some fleshy vessel that can hold your soul. I mean c'mon, they're heavy, they take high maintenance and cost more resources than anything he's seen. Being dead was better, he tended to convince many of that in a very unconventional manner.
Duth decided to march on the walls. Gathering a 1000 strong skeletons to serve as vanguard, whilst he poked each knight, instilling 120 SM into each of their bodies. He was made aware that SM isn't just power to him, but his undead too. At which point he made sure the 120 SM didn't fall into their overall strength, but their ability to withstand a greater yield of damage for a temporary time as damage would whittle away his implanted SM. Supposedly so they don't perish as he realized they were rather rare to him right now and losing any more would continue to be a great blow to his forces. Assuming that each normal attack against them could take 5 SM to heal whereas stronger attacks like heavy attacks would take 20 or magically strong may even take 50ish maybe 60. He had 5 knights left, he preferred if they lived longer than how they have been so far. Whilst his thoughts were on this a powerful soul signature appeared ahead. Whilst a spell materialized with 4 magical circles, the spe
21 corpses yielded a great amount of SM, but they served to be an even greater unit. "Rise" Wicked flame engulfed the bodies, their eyes shot open. Rotting eyeballs burning away, skin drying and stretching across their bones. Equipment shifted in place. Loosely hanging on to the corpse. The mummified Huron rose, slowly lifting the warhammer. Duth chuckled "No, that's mine. You grab a sword." The mummy groaned with a whine, clearly sad about losing a good item. As he still had his- "The ring of fireball too" now the mummy wasn't willing to part with that. But Duth broke off the finger with the ring to prevent the mummy resisting. He tossed the finger and ring into his inventory, alongside the warhammer. The mummy groaned again, dissatisfied. "Relax, you have a ring of shielding" Duth booped the undead on the head before flicking his head over to his brethren. "Go join the others, we have work to do" Duth even went ahead and recharged the ring of shielding as the mummy shuffled past
Huron stepped forward, the ground rumbled lightly. A sense of perpetual danger encompassing Duth's senses, whilst the Warhammer buzzed with torrents of lightning!ZOOM!A blast of sound followed by a conjuration of speed encasing the flying torpedo of said Warhammer! KASHZINK!Sidestepping he conjured [Barrier] to take an indirect non lethal blow! The warhammer slid off with a torrent of lightning snaking across the barrier, attempting to breach it. Duth felt the shock fighting to reach him. Granted that was the least of his problems!Huron was already on top of him. A blur of a shadow followed by a powerful punch alerted him to Huron's sudden presence! Crack! Hie Barrier cracked, followed by another, the punch did not reach him, but it did break his barrier. Huron moved to fling out another punch just as fast and deadly. Duth's rage welled up in his eyes, pouring over as a crimson aura built swiftly, expanding out in am explosion of fierce rage! [Soul fiery]Huron shot back as th
Duth slowly rose to his feet, glancing at his Hp and Mp as they regenerated slowly.Hp: 12/30Mp: 2/50It is clear he needed levels, or a few spells would put him on empty easily. 'Nearly kill him, but do not end him. I eish to exicute him myself' The knight did not respond, but he felt its agreement. It too was aware of the system.. The dead knew of it, but could not see it or interact with it. He wasnt sure how they were aware, but perhaps its the aura of the Gatekeeper that they can subtitly pick up.That said, the knight lunged at Huron. Who had not truly registered the situation yet. The knight brought its wicked blade down, Huron's Warhammer chimed. Before the knight met resistance, Huron glaring up whilst his hand gripped the deadly side of the blade. Blood trailing down its edge, before the Knight knew it Huron spartan kicked its knee, breaking bone and armor alike. The knight fell, before its torso caved in as the warhammer slammed into it, forcing the knight back with snaki
Huron felt a chill run up his spine. A creeping fear turning his heart cold. Duth felt amused. This is a normal to mankind, fear first, terror next and then.. Death. Although he was being hypocritical, he didn't ponder on it enough to care. Only he faltered, there was a slight shift in the atmosphere. Huron's eyes turned just as cold and murderous. The fear bled away, replaced by a look Duth did not believe he would see in this day and age, look of determination, and defiance. Not something he expected. Especially from an adventurer within this city. Hurons voice seemingly deepened and spoke again "You 3 support the others. This one, is mind" The fighters that were behind him split off without a word. They felt an unprecedented commanding tone of that kind left no room for discussion. Huron cracked his neck, before his muscles bulged. He inhaled a deep gale. The air pressure weighs down on the lich. He felt the mental pressure excluding off of him as he inhaled. His soul vision blin
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