1. Genesis Volume 4


    Date: 3/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Author: blkdemon02, Rating: 87.7, Source: sexstories.com

    dinner he went back to the High-Elves training center. Proper sitting he reflected upon Earth Molder. The name should suggest he’d have mastery over the earth. It hasn’t been so thus far. Rus nuzzled his way onto his lap. He was an impatient beast, also sitting on the sideline while he watched Veritas didn’t suit him at all. Veritas prompted him on his lap scratching behind his ear to appease him. Able to focus he broke down the ability. To mold meaning shaping, which has had no form, into something tangible. Yet all he could do was tie mobs using grass/roots, or slow them down by changing solid ground into mud. He realized there was a part of the process he didn’t figure out. An idea popped in his head. Supposing Earth Molder worked like his Artisan skill. He had to fully visualize what he wanted before creating anything. Then using his tools he gave the material form. First he had to capture the image in his head. It had to be familiar to him. A fist he realized, nothing could be easier for him to picture. Furthermore, he substituted his tools with mana. Taking a deep breath he activated Earth Molder. Nothing happened at first, then the earth shook waking up Rus. About three meters in front of him a bump appeared. It continued to rise until a pillar was erected. It wasn’t a fist, but progress was still progress. Looking at his mana bar, he was surprised to see it ¾ full. He then recalled Earth Molder didn’t have a set MP usage (No, it wasn’t because the author completely ...
    forgot to mention it). This new method did require more concentration maybe that was how it worked. (Yup, see the author totally knows what he’s doing. It’s all planned.) He spent the night there perfecting his ability raising it by two levels. Chapter 3: The schemer Veritas was deep in his thoughts, he been in Sréyà-Hgih for three days. Nonetheless, his cart was still filled with unsold items. As a merchant this was a crime worse than death. His days weren’t all wasted, he learned multiple things about both races and his conclusion. They were more similarities than differences. Both had a deep respect for honor, loyalty to their compatriots, war oriented and competitive. Their contrasts were their race and their methods of battle. As it turns out High-Elves couldn’t use stamina based attacks. Nor could the Schlaks use mana based attacks. This insignificant variance was the primary reason for conflict. Finding his skill at crafting an outfit useful to a mage he set out to find a solution. Using a fox pelt, the cheapest out of the bunch. His training portrayed that mana isn’t rigid, but that it’s malleable. Infusing the pelt with mana he created a pair of pants. -Ding- DooDoo leather pants: The artisan who made this just popped his mana infusion cherry and decided to get all fancy. Armor: 103 Strength: 60 (+40) MP At least the descriptions were getting nicer. Its design was lacking it failed to represent his skill. Searching for improvement he made more attires. Adding some ...
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