Two hours later, Riven’s head hurt like crazy as the influx of knowledge was downloaded directly into his subconscious brain. Motions, internal activation sequences, and basic knowledge about the new spell flooded his mind and were implanted into his subconscious brain. The feeling was like a killer migraine, or better yet—like he’d been a ping-pong ball put into a glass jar and shaken around frantically for a good long while.
He clutched his forehead after finishing the scroll and groaned, but he couldn’t help but smile despite the pain as the newfound ability was registered into his character sheet. Not only did he see the new ability, but he had an entirely new section solely concerning his new core of original sin—which was still currently under construction and otherwise didn’t provide details yet.
[Riven Thane’s Status Page:
• Level 4
• Pillar Orientations: Unholy Foundation, Blood
• Core of Original Sin—Gluttony: (Under Construction) (???)
• Traits: Race: Human, Class: Novice Warlock, Adrenaline Junkie (Blood) ( 15% to Agility)
• Abilities: Blessing of the Crow (Unholy), Wretched Snare (Unholy), Bloody Razors (Blood), Blood Lance (Blood) (Tier 2)
• Stats: 8 Strength, 9 Sturdiness, 39 Intelligence, 10 Agility, 1 Luck, -4 Charisma, 3 Perception, 25 Willpower, 9 Faith
• Minions: Athela, Level 3 Blood Weaver [14 Willpower Requirent]
• Equipped Items: Crude Cultist’s Robes (1 def), Basic Casting Staff (4 dmg, 12% mana regen, 3 magic dmg), Chalgathi Cultist Amulet (???), Leather Boots (1 def), Backpack of Supplies, Rusted Embalr’s Knife (3 dmg), Witch’s Ring of Grand Casting ( 26 Intelligence)]
each ti he used a spell, even though he had no visual tool to help him monitor it. When using his blood magic and creating four simultaneous discs of the sa size—compared to using two castings of two discs or four castings of one razor disc—he realized by feeling out his mana pool that the single casting of four discs cost less than the two castings of two discs, which in turn cost less than the four castings of one disc. It appeared that each initialization of the spell had a base cost to it despite what the actual spell was, so he would be able to utilize his mana more efficiently by using fewer individual casting initializations. He also decreased the number of cooldowns he got simply by casting less frequently and in bulk, so that was yet another reason to cast as much as he could all at once versus multiple casts of the sa spell.
During this ti, he was very pleased with his results, though more than once he suffered from a complete lack of mana that occasionally gave him a severe migraine. He even got a decent feel for when his mana pool was about to hit rock bottom, and he tried to avoid it in order to avoid the spinning visual auras and headaches that sotis accompanied mana expenditure.
He decided to wrap things up and was just about to head back into the room for a final look around, specifically to see what those two leatherbound books on the nightstand were about, when he heard a noise from behind and down the near hall leading out of the ancient wreckage of the ballroom.
Riven paused, his blood running cold as he heard again what he thought to be tal-on-stone grinding along the floor…echoing distantly off the stone walls. He turned to the hallway he’d initially co from, staring down the dark corridor as the sound beca progressively louder…and louder…and even louder. He didn’t know what would make that noise, but his mind went wild with possibilities… He glanced up at the corpse hanging overhead, rembered the skinned bodies strung up in the streets of the city below, and he imdiately looked around for a place to hide and watch.
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