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  Definition: Train (noun/verb, adventurer jargon).

  A rge group of monsters io pursue the same person or target. Typically, the result of a failed pull in a dungeon, the reerategy is to use escape skills or artifacts. Without such tools, running away is strongly reended. While rare, due to the risks involved, there have been known is of murder by dragging deliberately created trains of monsters onto the victim. - Excerpt from The Adventurer’s Guide, Third Edition

  dropped lightly to the sewer floor, skipping the st several rungs of the rusty dder. He nded on the balls of his feet and summoned his mote of light as the others joined him.

  A soft chime sounded in his mind as soon as his feet stepped onto the springy moss. The brilliant glowi appeared in his mind taining information reyed via his Explorer skill.

  [Explorer] You have entered a dungeon.A Grove – level 21Affinity: Nature, AreAge: NewKnowures: Kobold, Goblin, Ooze, WolfKnown Bosses: --Dungeon

  Huh?

  He stared at the notification in fusion. His Explorer skill had been noisy before, spamming him with unnecessary dungeon notifications whenever he was down in the cavern, but when it expahe dungeon analysis while expl the ruins of Dal’mohra, he had beeain the skill would settle down finally. And now this.

  He stared at the analysis, casting a surreptitious identification on Ali as she desded the dder to join him.

  Mage [A] – Fae – level 21

  The level, the affinities, and even the moypes matched. The only thing he couldn’t figure out was how his Explorer skill had been fused into identifying Ali’s domain as a dungeon.

  “You ok?” Mato asked, stepping up o him, and pg a hand on his shoulder.

  “Yeah, fine,” he answered a off oh back to their camp.

  The whole way bap, he tur over in his mind, but by the time he sat down, he was still no closer to figuring out what was wrong with his skill. It had worked perfectly down in the ruins.

  He pulled out his notebook and transcribed the bizarre notification onto a new page, resolving to try a few experiments to see if he could narrow down the problem.

  Satisfied that he had chased down every lead he currently had, he turhe page in his notebook a his mind to airely different task. His pen began to fly across the page as he transted his memories from earlier and his notes into a usable map of the underground ruined city. Slowly, he began to smile, happy to finally be able to use his Cartography skill for something that would help them explore.

  Aliandra “We saw lots of those Spitter Drones when we were down there st time. There were tons of them in the pza out in front of the library,” Ali said. She g Mato, and he nodded in agreement. “So, what are we going to do if we run into more of them?”

  “I’m going to let the strategy people figure that out,” Mato decred. “I’m hungry, so I’ll make some food for whoever wants to eat.”

  “Typical, Mato cares more about his stomach than giant exploding bug monsters,” quipped from where he was w in his notebook. His quiet teasing, and Mato’s faked indignant look, got a ugh out of Ali. “Yeah, I’ll thank you from the bottom of my stoma a minute. Get cooking, you.”

  “One bug stew ing up, just for you!” Mato decred. “I think I still have some tasty bits stu my fur.”

  “Gross!” said, curling his lip in disgust, but then his gaze shifted to rest on Ali for a moment before adding, “Ohing for sure, we should try t more casters ime. That regeing bone armor is no joke. I literally ’t do any damage until someoh a spell breaks the boes first.” He looked back down at his notes and began to draw again.

  Funny how fident and poised he is whealking strategy, Ali thought. And how distinctly different it was from his usual somewhat awkward introversion. His assessment ot on though, while her Bugbears were huge and powerful, they had beeo useless against the Spitter Drone and the armored Kobolds. Even with the new added nature damage from her Empowered Summoner skill.

  “I agree,” Malika said. “Their armor seems vulnerable only to magical damage. More fire will make it a lot easier. We just o figure out how to hahat explosion.”

  “Time it for the Kobold horde?” Mato suggested humorously, failing to hold back his grin.

  said, “Simple, right?”

  Sitting safely by the fire discussing the Spitter Drone and the challenging Kobolds with her friends, Ali finally felt some distance from their ret near-death experie felt more like sitting in a room full of researchers discussing how to optimize an experiment or solve an abstract problem.

  “I see the mana for the explosion before it happens,” Ali said. “It’s too distinctive to miss – an enormous amount of mana densed right ihat creature when it froze.”

  “If you called it out when you saw it, how much time do you think you could give us?” asked, once again focused on the discussion, his peing across his notebook.

  “Maybe six seds? Five, more likely,” Ali said, furrowing her brow as she tried to remember precisely how long it had taken to explode.

  “That should be more than enough time to get away,” Malika said approvingly. “Now what do we do about that enormous train of Kobolds we attracted? Esg with potions every time is going to be expensive.”

  “I was just thinking about that,” said, gng down at his notebook as if to check a partiote. “What if we lured it into a building and fought it there, a little away from the ter? That way the explosion would be tained and, hopefully, not attract as much attention.”

  “Fireballs should do more damage in an enclosed space,” Ali said. It’s a great idea, and the walls should muffle the explosion a bit, too.

  “We could be more thh about clearing out the nearby Kobold patrols before engaging the drones,” said. “What about here, he first tric main road?” He held up his notebook revealing a detailed map that Ali instantly reized as Dal’mohra.

  “Did you just draw that?” Ali asked, amazed at the detail he had included.

  “I have Cartography as a general skill,” he said, suddenly appearing more awkward and unfortable. “I had to guess a lot. But I will try to make it better ime.”

  “Is that why there’s a big k missing from your map he top?”

  “No, that part of the city is missing, there’s a big hole there. I wao go take a closer look when we’re doh the monsters and see if I figure out what happened.”

  How it be missing? ’s bluion caught her by surprise – Dal’mohra had been crafted from the best stone by the fi Dwarven crafters and mages. Even after three thousand years, it should still be strong.

  Then, she remembered the giant explosion and the ndslide that took out half the mountain, burying the forest uons of rubble. “Definitely needs some iigation,” she resolved, agreeing with .

  “What are these markings along the terrad the outer rim?” Malika asked, pointing it out on the map.

  “I don’t know, those looked like rge runes carved into the stonework,” shrugged. “The detail seemed important, so I included it.”

  “Those are the city defensive arrays,” Ali answered, recalling her school lessons. “The ey is a magical artifact powered by enormous mana densers on the sed level. In times of war, those runes were activated to create city-wide barrier magid a teleportation array should evacuation bee necessary.” For all the careful preparation and fht, none of it had helped at the moment they were he most. She recalled the supposedly impregnable barriers breaking during the attack. Perhaps the attack had e so swiftly that the defenders had been uo rea time. Or perhaps Nevyn Eld knew how to circumvent them, she thought soberly. After all, he had been a seniical researcher iy for many years – at least before he had disappeared aurned as a Lich.

  “That’s incredible!” Malika excimed.

  “There’s another whole level?” asked, his eyes widening.

  “Yes, the city had three main underground levels. The Grove and the forest with those giant trees used to be above ground,” Ali said, pointing to the enormous, bed trunks that towered over her paratively small trees, holding up the rock overhead. “The first underground level is the one we were expl today, mostly filled with residential districts. The sed level is the industrial level with transport and peion. The third level was farmending outward into the mines and fes. The Grand Library Ara is in the ter and ects all three levels to the surface.”

  ’s eyes grew round as she expihe full extent of the city.

  “I’m not sure how much remains,” she added, not wanting to get his hopes up too much.

  The discussion turo tactics as Malika ran with ’s idea of luring the Spitter Drones into a ruined house, adding several good ideas of her own. They argued and brainstormed, slowly cobbling together something that might resemble a pn. Ali felt a lot better as they hashed out the details – her friends’ fidence was tagious and, more importantly, the logic of the emerging pn seemed sound. It would make the fight a lot safer if they followed some basic strategy designed around their new knowledge of the monsters.

  Ali gnced up and smiled her thanks as Mato handed her a small pte with some pan-fried fish and sauteed vegetables covered in a red sauce that let off a mouthwatering aroma. How does he do it every time? This smells delicious! She betedly remembered that she had decided she would stop being so surprised at the quality of Mato’s cooking.

  And it’s definitely not bug stew! As she ate, she sed through the notifications for the day, ending with the disastrous battle with the drone.

  …Yroup has defeated Fire Mage – Kobold – level 19.Yroup has defeated Dagger Rogue – Kobold – level 16.Yroup has defeated Warrior – Kobold – level 18.Yroup has defeated Spitter Drone – Elemental – level 25.

  Grove Warden has reached level 21.+10 attribute points.

  Are Insight has reached level 12.Barrier has reached level 17.Martial Insight has reached level 11 (+2).Empowered Summoner has reached level 5 (+4).

  Malika was right, she thought happily, notig that Martial Insight had leveled twice. She had an easier time uanding her Fire Mage, but the training in fighting forms and teiques she had doh her friends was really helping with the rest. sideritributes for a moment, she decided to put all ten points into wisdom to increase her minion capacity.

  If I need more mages, it’s probably going to be expensive.

  ***

  Ali woke early, as usual. Stretg, she rose, unzipped her tent fp, and emerged into the quiet of their camp, the nearby moss and trees softly illuminated by the powerful ruched into the surface of the shrine behind the tents, and the scattered fairy rings of golden on Glo mushrooms. The campfire Mato had used to cook st night’s dinner y cold and dark, and the entire Grove exuded an aura of emptiness.

  A couple of mounds of wobbly greenish brown blobs decorated the moss – no doubt the remains of a few oozes killed by Malika or while on watch. She gnced about for a few moments before she realized she’d growo finding her Kobolds standing guard when she woke. This m there were none. After their close call yesterday, all her higher-level minions had been killed, leaving only those she had sent to patrol the sewers above. Even though her friends were nearby, she still felt vulnerable without her ever-present minions.

  She had been so tired yesterday that she had fotten to repce her moo help with guard duty. I o make more anyway. She sat beside the cold gray ash of the campfire and maed her Grimoire. Floating in the air o her, it shed its soft gold-and-green glow all around the Grove.

  By the soft light, she saw a strange, raised circle of thick moss, noticeably thicker and dehan the moss she had pnted everywhere else. Distracted for a moment, she gazed at the phenomenon, quickly realizing it was a sizeable circle tered on Mato’s tent. All through the area, mana shimmered and flowed in a mesmerizing pattern. Curiously, it didn’t interfere with her domain mana imposing its structure across the entire space. Instead, Mato’s mana seemed to flow between and through it, like water through porous rock. Whereas her domain seemed structured and crystalline, Mato’s seemed to be much more fluid. A, Ali could see powerful simirities – and further details that hovered just beyond the edge of her skill’s ability to resolve.

  Colleg herself from her distra, she recalled Mato had said his Sanctuary domain skill shared his regeion somehow with pnts, causing them to grow. That expins the moss circle.

  Ali returo the problem at hand. I definitely need more mages. The issue was what else t to a fight against those armored Spitter Drones. Her melee warriors, rogues, and Bugbears had been mostly useless against the monsters with their dense regeing bone armor, but ohe armor was breached, the axes and daggers could be used to great effect. I want to be ready for anything else we find. She browsed through her Grimoire studying her various imprints for inspiration but the only imprints with monsters of high enough level to be iihe Kobolds, Goblins, and wolves. But Ali didn’t think the Timber Wolf variant would be particurly useful in the ruins. I think I’ll still want one or two melee minions, just in case.

  Ali flipped to the Goblin imprint and eled her mana. It would take a few tries to get a Bugbear. And I only have enough equipme for one, she thought, eyeing the diminished pile of ons and armor. All the gear that she had used yesterday had been lost to the explosion and horde of Kobolds.

  Skirmisher – Goblin – level 1

  Sigh.

  Warrioblin – level 2

  Double-sigh.

  For the huh time, she wished there was some way to choose which variant her Grimoire produced. From her experience so far, she was certain the Grimoire created variants based on how many of each she had destructed. Foblins, this meant most of the time she got low-level ones: Skirmishers, Sgers, and the like. As she expanded her imprints, it became progressively more and more difficult to get the specifid she was looking for, let alohe right level.

  Skirmisher – Goblin – level 1

  Ugh. This is going to take forever. She eled her mana once again.

  Shaman – Goblin – level 19 (Lightning)

  Oh… OH! I fot about them! There had beeorm Shaman they had entered resg and Malika in the southern forest, and she also remembered being cursed by a shaman during the Goblin siege. I must have destructed enough of them to learn the variant before I learhe imprint. The Goblin stood there staring at her, far prouder than his brethren. The shamans had been powerful foes with their lightning bolts and vulnerability curse. Two would be perfebsp;Her gaze flickered across the random Goblins she had created before this one and she sighed again, realizing there was no way she was going to be able to afford the reserved mana for all the unwanted Goblins she would o create just to get another shaman through random ce. She felt quite unfortable with releasing her mana and killing them, even though they were just summons. The oime she had wit, it seemed like the creature had gone mad, like an animal ireme pain. If they were daggers or mail, I would just destruct them.

  Wait… She stopped and blinked. Why ’t I destruct them? The spell description for Destru had had a rather unusual w, something she had had trouble uanding at first. Pulling it up, she read it once again.

  Grimoire of Summoning – level 14Mana: Release the mana from an uing or inanimate target, learning about its structure, aaining some in your oool. Requires tinuous uninterrupted focus and the target is destroyed.Mana: Ma a Magical Grimoire st the runic imprint of any object you have fully uood. You may create any object recorded by using the Grimoire as a focus.[Summons ot exceed your css level. Reserve cost is reduced by 3% per css level higher than the summon.]Are, Nature, Minion, eled, Knowledge, Intelligence

  There it was: ‘Uing or inanimate target.’ At the time she had wondered why it was necessary to say uing, instead of, say, dead. Eager to test her theory, she reached out to a Goblin Sger and used the Destru part of her skill. The Goblin stood there quietly while her magic worked, and a few moments ter he evaporated into a cloud of mana. Her mana pool still recovered the normal amount, but there were none of the usual sensations of learning or colleg information. I wish I’d known I could unsummon them earlier. While it didly solve the random nature of her Grimoire, it would certainly help her to get the right binations. Provided I have enough mana and time. Certainly not while sprinting for my life.

  She summoned moblins until she got a sed Storm Shaman. She collected enough of the lower-level oo replenish her sewer guards – and stationed a few around the shrio protect against slimes. Then she equipped them from the junk in the equipment pile and unsummohe rest.

  “ you gh that pile and collect all the shields and maces, please?” Ali said, pleased to hear her spoken Goblin nguage sounding a little better. A little more correct, she amehe Goblin nguage sounded awful to her ears – guttural and harsh.

  “Yes, master.” The two Goblin shamans nodded ao work.

  Ali grimaced. While the Goblins were not calling her ‘a mistress’, ‘master’ was not a whole lot better. The Goblin nguage, she found, was tricky to transte. On the one hand, many of their cepts were overly broad, vague, and poorly distinguished. For example, the word ‘master’ also meant ‘parent’, ‘leader’, or even ‘sve owner’. She grimaced. And the Goblins didn’t seem to need gendered role descriptioher. Oher hand, the word Ali had used to ask the shamans to find maces transted literally to ‘blunt heavy steel stick used in the main hand by a shaman for crushing the bones of their foes.’

  She disliked speaking Goblin, it made her feel dirty and crass, airely too focused on disemboweling, crushing, and pilging. It trasted sharply with the Draiguage of her Kobolds, which was arrogant, bold, and vastly more sophisticated – and cked any words whatsoever for apologizing. But uanding the nguages made her more capable of direg her minions, so she was determio work on all of them.

  While her new shamans scrambled through the pile, Ali began summoning Kobolds, unsummoning any unwanted variants till she had three Fire Mages and twues. The to the borious task of creating gear. Armor articurly difficult because she had quite a few variants, now. Eventually, she had enough Tattered Robes, leather armor sets for her Kobolds, and two shirts for her shamans.

  Your reserved mana has increased by +675.

  I also have ay imprint chapter. She gnced over the various piles of gear, deg that shields seemed marginally more useful than the rest. Some of her warrior minions could use them too. She got up and began destrug the pile of shields the shamans had collected until she had ed them all.

  Imprint: Shield pleted.

  Ali added the imprint trimoire’s st free chapter. She created daggers and shields to equip her rogues and shamans. She didn’t have an imprint for maces, so she simply asked her shamans to choose one each from the pile. There were still axes, bows, two-handed ons, and who knew what else and Ali wondered if she would ever have enough imprint space for all the stuff she wanted.

  By the time she was done, Mato emerged from his tent, yawning.

  “M, Ali,” he said. “You’re up early.”

  “Heya, Mato.”

  He grunted with all the eloquence of a grumpy, freshly awakened bear and began poking at the campfire, summoning some wood from his ste ring.

  “ you light the fire for him, please?” Ali asked her Fire Mage.

  The Kobold lit the fire by stig its cwed hand into the stacked pile of wood and eling some fire mana before releasing it.

  “That’s ve,” Mato said appreciatively. “Eggs for breakfast?” He already had the pan out.

  Ali smiled and nodded. “I’m not sure my spark of inspiration really justifies eggs?”

  He grunted, “Works for me.”

  Ali’s little army was a lot smaller than st time, but it was a much higher level, overall. She had deliberately unsummoned some of the lower-level creatures, even ones with the correct csses, just so that she could roll the dice again a higher levels. She didn’t have any Bugbears this time, but she was hoping her new shamans would make up the difference. She surveyed her ragtag army with Identify.

  Shaman – Goblin – level 18-19 (Lightning) x2Mage – Kobold – level 13-16 (Fire) x3Rogue – Kobold – level 12-14 x2

  Mato Mato stood outside Pretty Powerful Potions, surveying the damage. Someone had really done a number on this pce betwee time he had visited and now. One of the windows was boarded up, and there were still a few shards of broken gss on the sidewalk that hadn’t yet bee up. The pink door had been smashed in, and then poorly repaired, leaving it crooked and uo fully close.

  He followed into the brightly lit store, where the trail of destru tihere were several broken tables piled up along with an enormous amount of gss and smashed equipment filling about half of the store. There were a few ables and a -swept area, but it was obvious that an enormous amount of work remained.

  A ctter and a crash rang out from somewhere in the piled debris, followed by some colorful swearing, and a small figure wearing a stained leather jacket emerged shuffling backward from the wreckage dragging something broken behihe tiny Gopped and stood with one hand on a hip, cursing at the thing iher hand with an impressively long, colorful string of iive before she turned around and jumped, startled to find them standing there.

  “Fug thugs. Don’t know what they’re breaking,” she excimed heatedly, shaking her head angrily and making her shog pink pigtails whip around before she tossed the strange, broken traption bato the pile.

  “What I do for …. Oh, it’s you!” she excimed upon seeing . “! I have a fresh batana potions, if you’d like!”

  “If anything’s still –” began, only to be cut off by a word fit to make a Hobgoblin blush.

  Mato grinned broadly at as the proprietor scurried off to dig a box of potions out from under some papers. Morwynne Fizzlebang’s antiever ceased to amuse. It wasn’t often he needed potions, but tely, he had been frequenting the store, mostly spending all his hard-earned buying the Potion of Recall that had bee sently necessary.

  and Morwynne seemed much more acquainted, already haggling prices for the mana potions.

  “Yoing to get addicted to those things, you know?” he said, letting his gaze drift about the store.

  “I’m not sure I want your opinion,” grumbled, setting Morwyo giggling.

  “First one is free!” Morwynne decred brightly.

  “Don’t fet, we need some Recall Potions for Ali and Malika,” Mato called out, while he stooped to examine some of the debris on the floor. The shakedown here had clearly beeensive.

  “You guys know Malika? And Aliandra?” Morwynne excimed, her face lighting up with a beaming smile.

  “Yes, they’re in roup,” Mato said from where he was crouched on the floor.

  “Then I give you the friends and family dist! You should have told me, ,” she said, spping him ohigh. “Please thank them again for saving me from the assholes who busted up my store.”

  Oh, that’s right, Mato thought, remembering the story. While they had been out scouting the Goblin dungeon and rec Weldin Thriftpenny, Ali and Malika had taken care of two of the Town Watch thugs in the middle of assaulting a mert. Clearly, this store had received their especially tender ministrations.

  Speaking of Weldin… The Gnomes in Myrin’s Keep kept a rather tight-knit unity.

  “Do you know Weldin Thriftpenny?” he asked.

  “Oh yes, a nice, polite boy, that one. I heard he left town though; it was rather a shame,” Morwynne said.

  “We found him half dead in a destroyed Goblin dungeon,” Mato replied. “When we brought him back, he took a job at the Adventurers Guild up the street as the guild mert.”

  “Oh well, good for him! I’m gd to see a fellow G such a prestigious position. We have to stick up for each other, you know. Otherwise, huge oafs like you might step on us without even notig.” Morwynne’s big grin and exaggerated toold him she oking fun at him, but she turned serious for a moment. “Thanks for looking out for one of us. It shan’t be fottee it clearly being in your benefit character.”

  “Eeeh… no problem,” Mato heard himself wheeze, trying not to blush too badly. “I just thought you might want to know. I don’t think it would hurt if you put some of your potiht in the guild store.”

  “Oh my, what a great idea! And that gives me a great excuse to go catch up with dear Weldin.”

  Aliandra After breakfast – scrambled eggs with a side of fresh avocado slices, lightly salted, and strong bck coffee – Mato and headed up to town to purchase supplies. Ali passed the time productively, sparring her shamans against Malika to train her Martial Insight and to familiarize herself with how the shamans fought. Initially, Ali assumed she would o use the shamans just like she used her Fire Mages, but she quickly discovered that their skills were far more suited to melee bat. In fact, they behaved a lot more like defensive warriors with their shields and armor, blog Malika’s punches and kicks effitly, and wielding their lightning magic to enhaheir damage.

  While the Fire Mages were purely ranged magic users, and her rogues were entirely melee-range physical damage dealers, her shamans seemed to be a hybrid, a crossover between both roles. They could both hit and take hits in melee while using totems and lightning magic to attack at range.

  “They’re pretty robust,” Malika said, nodding approvingly. “And fast.”

  “I think their on and shield support skill has a melee haste po,” Ali said. It made sense, acc to what she remembered: one of the major themes of lightning affinity eed or haste. Ohe shaman had ented their on or shield with casg sparks, their blocks and attacks became dramatically faster, almost matg the speed of Malika’s punches.

  “That’s going to be useful,” Malika said.

  While they rested, Ali had her minions sort the remainder of the gear pile and she destructed everything she had an imprint for, with the ratiohat she could just re-make them if necessary. What was left were just bows, crossbows, axes, spears, and maces. There, that’s much tidier. At least the Grove wouldn’t look quite so much like a trash heap.

  She was busying herself creating trees nearby when Mato and eventually returned.

  “Here,” Mato handed her two of the bck liquid recall potions. He hawo more to Malika.

  “Aren’t these very expensive?” she asked.

  “Yes, but they saved our lives,” he answered. “I don’t want to head back down there without an escape pn.”

  “Although, he’s broke now,” said from behind him.

  Mato made a face. “You’re broke, too. That Gnome alchemist knows you by name already. She came running with mana potions as soon as you walked in the door.”

  Ali giggled behind her hand.

  frowned – his teasing effitly flipped back at him. “I ’t help it; I keep running out of mana.”

  “It’s a good thing she’s giving us a dist. She said to tell you guys thanks again for saving her life.”

  “Thank you,” Ali said. “At least let me pay you for these when we eventually turn in the Kobold hunting quest.” She carefully stored her potions so she could retrieve them easily in an emergency. When Vivian Ross had called out escape as one of their group’s weaknesses, Ali had mostly dismissed the problem, but after experieng the horde of Kobolds chasing them, she had drastically adjusted her opinion. Teasing and joking aside, she was immensely relieved to have the Recall Potions stashed within easy reach.

  ***

  Name: Aliandra AmarielRace: FaeTitles: A

  Active Buffs: Empowered Summoner

  Css: Grove Warden – level 21- Are Insight – level 12- Are Bolt – level 13- Barrier – level 17- Grimoire of Summoning – level 14- Runic Script – level 9- Sage of Learning – level 10- Martial Insight – level 11- Empowered Summoner – level 5- [Locked]- [Locked]

  General Skills- Reading – level 8- Identify – level 8- Sculpting – level 2

  Aptitudes- Languages: A Dal'mohran, Elvish, Dwarven, on, Draic, Goblin- Mana (Affinities): Nature, Are- Tiny (Racial): The effects of Strength and Vitality are reduced by 50%- Magical (Racial): The effects of Wisdom and Intelligence are increased by 50%- Domain (Css): Your maximum mana increases with the size of your domain, up to +100%- Domain: -10% maximum health per day domain withdrawal. You have Domain Seributes- Vitality: 50- Strength: 4- Endurance: 15- Dexterity: 20- Perception: 41- Intelligence: 100 (+32)- Wisdom: 82

  Equipment- Body: Tailored Cotton Clothing – level 15- Hands: Wooden Bracelet – level 11- Ring: Bronze Guild Ring – level 10

  Resistance: 216Magical Damage Redu: 26.86%+21% to mana regeion.

  Health: 250/250Stamina: 150/150Mana: 1376/2460 (1084 Reserved)

  Grimoire Imprints1- Moss 2- Arrow 3- Armor (Body)4- Dagger 5- Wolf 6- Mushroom 7- Stone 8- Kobold 9- Sword 10- Tree 11- Ivy 12- Toxic Slime 13- Goblinoid14- Shield

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