Chapter B3C30 - Growth

Chapter B3C30 - Growth

The Awakening.

Tyron Steelarm. Your mastery of your craft has advanced by leaps and bounds, proving your choice of Ascension was a wise one. Your soul burns with hunger, now you shall fashion an army to feed it.

You are Ascending.

+20 to all stats.

You are able to advance Mysteries to the next stage.

You have received the Class: Lord of the Ossuary

A perfectionist, focused on achieving the peak of performance with one form of undead, a Lord of the Ossuary can create the ultimate Skeletal warriors, and more. To advance, raise skeletal minions and have them fight in your name.

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Strength +2;

Dexterity +2;

Constitution +3;

Intelligence +3;

Wisdom +2;

Willpower + 2;

Manipulation +2;

Poise + 3;

The maximum Skill limit of Raise Dead has been increased to 40. Your knowledge of this Ritual has been expanded. You may now apply it to horses. Your knowledge of this Ritual has been expanded, you may now engrave spells upon the minds of your skeletal minions.

The maximum Skill limit of Bone-Soul Melding has been increased to 20.

The maximum Skill limit of Bone Forging has been increased to 20.

The maximum Skill limit of Bone Animus has increased to 40.

Through your feats, you have been granted a new Mystery. Your insights into Death Magick and the properties of this energy have unlocked: Essence of Death, at the initial stage.

The rush of power was so intense that he could no longer stand. He crumpled to the floor, legs quivering as his body and mind underwent another grand transformation.

Some time later, Tyron shivered. The strength given to him by the Unseen since his Awakening was nothing to sneeze at, but his second advancement still hit him pretty hard. An additional twenty to all of his attributes, a hundred and eighty points in total, rocked him to his core, to the point he had collapsed to the floor, but still conscious, unlike his early levels.

The further he rose, the more he left normal humanity behind. In normal circumstances, he would now be classified as a Silver ranked Slayer. For most people, that was as high a rank as they would ever reach. Compared to the average citizen, who didn’t have the advantage of the power granted to combat focused Classes, his current status page would look like something out of legend.

There was so much to do. The shop couldn’t be abandoned, nor could his persona as Lukas Almsfield. It was bearing surprising fruit, after all. He’d been contacted several times about helping with commissions for high ranking families, and even the Magisters had come calling, screening him for their services. Coming face to face with a true Noble had been unexpected, and dangerous, but access to people of that rank was precious if he was to plan his vengeance. It would also help him if he was to support the growing rebellion from the shadows.

No. He would leave to fight and train his abilities, but it would have to be carefully planned.

As he was wont to do in such hectic moments, Tyron reached for paper and a pen, and began to write.

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“You want how many?” Filetta squawked.

Tyron pulled his shirt on and buttoned it carefully.

“Being honest? As many as you can get, but at a bare minimum, I need a hundred over the next two months.”

Still tangled in the sheets, the thief rolled from the bed and began to rummage for her own clothes.

“You really think it's that simple for us to find fresh corpses?”

This surprised the Necromancer.

“I thought there would be far more than a hundred deaths in and around Kenmor in a week, let alone a month.”

Filetta rolled her eyes in the dark.

“Yes, obviously. The city has millions of people in it, there are tens of thousands of deaths every year. The issue isn’t finding dead people, it’s smuggling. We need to spirit the remains away and replace them with something before they go into the fire.”

“What do you use?” Tyron asked, curious.

“Cow parts, so I’m told,” she shrugged, “I don’t handle that end of things. I’m more of a customer relations expert,” she leered.

Now it was time for Tyron to roll his eyes.

“Fine. I’ll pay extra, obviously, and I’ll need more regular shipments of bones as well.”

“More bones as well? Why the rush? The faster we move, the greater the risk of discovery. You know that, right?”

Tyron finished with his shirt and began to pull on his coat.

“Of course I know that. This is a temporary matter. Once I have the hundred, we can slow the pace for a time, to dissipate any heat that might have accumulated.”

Filetta nodded slowly.

“Very well. I’ll talk to my people and we’ll do what we can.”

“I’m grateful,” Tyron nodded, then turned and pushed open the door, stepping out into the corridor.

Another hundred minions should suffice to start with, but he would need more in his fight against the rifts. Unfortunately, there was a limit to how many he could gather in the city without drawing suspicion.

He may have to purchase a few shovels. Grave robbing might be back in fashion.