FVN Chapter 39 Rise Of The Puissant Sentinel
Chapter 39 Rise Of The Puissant Sentinel
Chapter 39 Rise Of The Puissant Sentinel
[Profile]
Name: Northern Longguard
True Name: [not yet received]
Attributes: [Formless]
Soul Rank: [Walker]
Talent Fragments: [666/1000]
[Owned Talents]: [1/1]
[Owned Items]: [Mortal Blade], [Eternal Twilight]
'There they are...'
A new tab appeared in front of Northern's eyes and he inquisitively inspected his new set of items.
Name: [Mortal Blade]
Type: Weapon
Rank: [Superior]
Order: [II]
Description: [Blinded by his greed for supreme power, the insane monarch laid waste to his entire kingdom, making of it nothing but an ocean of blood] Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com
Weapon Abilities: [Blood Reaver], [Last Blood]
Blood Reaver: [Mortal Blade will absorb blood from its target to heal the wounds of its wielder. However, the blood must be crimson]
Last Blood: [When the wielder is at the point of death, Mortal Blade might exchange the Blood state of its wielder for that of its target–however a hit must be made before this ability can be activated]
Northern covered his gaping mouth, he didn't know if he should cry or laugh. But a big wide grin spread across his face a second later.
"Yes!"
He smothered his scream, letting it out as a whisper so as not to cause unnecessary disturbance.
The blade he received from the lord of the castle undoubtedly was amazing. Besides it was of the superior rank.
Powers of weapons were measured using a ranking process, for rifts it was tier, for talents its was class, for attributes it was a ranking system and for soul, it was ranking too.
Weapons, soul and talents were automatically decided by Ul, the one for rifts were put together by experts from ancient days after careful introspection, along the line Ul naturally adopted it too.
Even though weapons, attributes and soul used ranking systems, their 'ranking' were vastly difference.
Weapons from low to high ranking were:
Intricate armor of hardened brown leather encompassed his body, each section seamlessly integrated together into a formidable raiment.
The breastplate had been carefully molded into an athletic form, with angular contours following the lines of Northern's lean physique—as they would have matched to any other's.
Sturdy pauldrons of articulated leather reinforced the spaulders on either side, permitting a full range of muscular motion.
A pair of sleek gauntlets sheathed Northern's forearms with muted brown leather, steel studs glinting between flexible bands that shifted with each flex of the fingers.
The smooth greaves betrayed no weaknesses in their construction, protecting his legs with their unmarred fa?ade up to mid-thigh.
In a moment, Northern had transformed into a puissant sentinel armored in a dichotomy of ethereal grace and uncompromising resilience against darkness.
He looked splendidly different from the scrawny, shirtless slave he was a second ago. Even though his cheek were still bony and eyes deeper in their socket than they should be, Northern still exuded the aura of a reliable warrior.
He moved his hand around–
'It's easy to move around, I don't feel any restraint at all'
He stood from his bed and took three five steps, it was the most the most he could go in this small corner of his.
Knock Knock Northern heard the knock on the door as he continued to admire himself. With a tentative gesture, he opened the door.
In front of his room was standing a horrific creature with burnt face, Northern looked down to avoid seeing any more of its disturbing face.
A wooden tray with two separate plates held together by its austere claws. Northern collected the tray and politely walked away.
After the monster moved away from his door, he closed it with his legs and managed to drop the tray on the table–but the bowl that was there before was shifted and fell on the ground, disturbing the serene darkness with a loud clatter.
Northern picked it up, and brought it closer, this close was enough for him to make out what it was.
"A lamp?"
If it was a lamp then that meant there was a way to light it.
Northern knocked his door and opened it a second later. As expected, a random monster that was guarding the entrance of the hallway was already making its way down to him indifferently.
Northern stretched the wooden bowl lamp to it, the monster walked away after receiving the lamp and came back a second later with a blue flame dancing on the edge of the lamp.
Smiling heartily, Northern collected the lamp and placed it at the center of the room.
He was able to see a bit clearly now that there was light. The room was a small compartment with just his bed and a small table, he opened the lid of the plates that sat on the table.
The aroma that rolled into his nose was neither pleasant not was it unpleasant, besides the food looked edible, it was a brown watery... perhaps soup soon leaf and meat in it, the next plate contained a clear transparent liquid.
"Water!" Northern's eyes lit up, "have I even tasted water since coming to this rift"
Northern gulped half of the liquid before turning to the food. He gulped and stared with lines of hesitations drawn on his face.
After lingering for a couple of seconds more, he took the bowl and drank the liquid, as compared to what he feared, it was actually tasty, spicy but great compared to the disgust he had been feeding on before.
Not to say the meat was well cooked and very succulent.
Just as Northern was done eating, a knock sounded on his door. Looking up inquisitively, Northern went to fetch the door, as he saw who stood before him, his face became stern.