《Aurelia Online》Chapter 3 - How To Train Your Wraith Skills
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".....Tr-"
"I'm sorry the Creators are telling me to hurry up so you shall have to deal with a random pick of the four you chose. As consolation I'll add a few points to your Luck when you start. I apologize."
After she said that the room faded out and I was floating above a battlefield filled with all the races. I suddenly felt the urge to fly into someone so I looked around for someone about to die so I would have less chance of ruining someone's life and spotted a scowling Illithid (squid humanoid) who was about to take a blaster shot to the mantle and took control of his body, causing me to scream..or rather gurgle.. in pain from his wounds as the shot fries my head and everything fades to black (yes it did feel like my brain was blown open).
“shreeee!” a bright flash suddenly engulfed me as I speak and then I noticed my 'voice' was little more than a shrill sound so I checked my status:
Name: Nortaz
Race: Undead
Species: Wraith(Illithid)
Diety: Nerosia
Status
Lvl: 1/25
HP: 40
MP: 110
PP: 5
Strength: 5
Endurance: 5
Intelligence: 11
Wisdom: 11
Agility: 5
Luck: 10
Skills
Active:
Screech: Lvl 1 (0.00%)
Corporeal Form: Lvl 1 (0.00%)
Cursed Touch Lvl 1 (0.00%)
Soul Devourer Lvl 1 (0.00%)
Passive:
Float: Lvl MAX
Physical Immunity: Lvl MAX
Magical Weakness: Lvl 1 (0.00%)
Spiritspeak: Lvl 1(0.00%)
"Interesting......seems the race an undead is made of slightly changes its starter stats... well let's see what the skills do.."
Screech: Lvl 1 (0.00%)
You release an extremely loud and obnoxious noise that stuns enemies and allies for 3 seconds.
Cost: 5 Mana
Corporeal Form: Lvl 1 (0.00%)
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You can become solid for a short time. Allows physical attacks.
Cost: 5 Mana to activate, 1 Mana per second to sustain
Cursed Touch Lvl 1 (0.00%)
Requires being Corporeal.
Allows you to channel negative emotions and release it as a touch spell that causes mental afflictions to enemies depending on what emotion was channeled.
Cost: 30 mana
Soul Devourer Lvl 1(0.00%)
You can swallow souls and gain 1% of a random attribute from them with a .2% chance of gaining a skill.
Cost: 50 mana
Float Lvl MAX
Wraith Racial
Keeps you from falling on (or through) the ground.
Physical Immunity Lvl MAX
Can't touch this (when not using corporeal form) negating all physical damage
Magical Weakness Lvl 1 (0.00%)
You take more damage from magic since you are basically made of magic.
Magic damage taken increases by 30%
Spiritspeak Lvl 1 (0.01%)
Allows you to barely understand your ethereal brethren.
Can speak simple sentence moans.
"Well then. Looks like I might need to start harvesting souls from some animals....and then work on trying to find a good way to tilt my evolution towards what I want.....also I need to see about this deity thing. Since I'm hated by most races I'm guessing that a church is out of the question....hmm...I'll deal with it when I get a chance. Let's see what I can do first."
After looking at my status I noticed I was in the middle of a decaying forest whose trees looked like the hands of an old dying man and seemed to be reaching for any semblance of life they could grab and after a bit more looking I saw I was near a cave. I tried moving but it was weird. Imagine swimming without legs through a murky swamp and that's what it felt like.
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Hearing a rustle in some bushes I turn and see a small rabb- actually it was a undead squirrel. The poor thing was missing an eye and had one dangling front paw showing its bone in the arm.
"Guess he is better than nothing for a starter fodder."
Trying to get the scan skill I stare intently at it and observe every aspect of it. After a 10 minute standoff(?) I finally get the skill and subsequently scan the squirrel.
Name: Zombie Squirrel
An undead squirrel. Died and infected by a low grade zombie. Now craves the souls of dryads and treants and contains the rage of a million berserkers…. yet since it is so weak it is not much more a snack for other undead. Honestly what did you want to know?
"That’s a…..colorful description...poor guy...well now you are a snack for me so may your rage become my sustenance."
I float over to it and activate corporeal form then grab it's little head and twist it off killing it instantly and use soul devourer to see if I can get anything.
HP and MP restored by 2. No skills or points earned
Title Earned: Squirrel Eater
You have decided to make a squirrel's soul your first meal. Minus 5 to relations with squirrel based races
Skill Gained: Stealth
By voiding detection you have gained the ability to avoid detection in the shadows.
Skill Gained: Assassinate
By sneaking up behind an enemy and ending their life in a single strike you have gained an increased chance of critical attacks when unnoticed from behind.
"Really? I guess I definitely need to level my skills up. And thankfully I have no intention of meeting a squirrel race so that doesn't affect me too badly. Also looks like my next evolution path has been decided. Now to search for more prey."
I hunted for the next 3 hours with a result of me eating 13 souls. 10 were squirrels while the rest were rats. The only reason it took so long was because I had to wait for my MP to refill to use soul devourer. Thankfully from all that I gained 3 levels, some Stat bonuses, and my soul devourer, assassinate, and stealth skills went up to level 2 as well as gained the unarmed combat skill.
Unarmed Combat Lvl 1(70.00%)
You know how to hurt stuff with your fists better. All unarmed damage gains a bonus of 3% and it is easier to land hits with your fists.
A.N. I plan to describe how non undead races start out in a later chapter as it differs an interesting amount and results in the MC getting some extra time to get accustomed to himself compared to his teammates as well as showing why some races get a better setup than others.
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