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    Kaius took in the status of his first option. It was easy to see why he had been offered it. Warsworn Rune-Acolyte looked to be a brutal class. He could see it suiting him well, something that would lean into the rush of battle. The sheer savage joy of throwing yourself in harm’s way to claim victory.

    It also…alarmed him. There were several aspects he was unsure of. While it made use of glyph-binding, it seemed that it would be bent to more passive effects and general enhancements. He’d dreamed of the dance of slung spells and swung swords since he was a boy, discarding that now – even for a Heroic class – rankled.

    That, and the idea of a glyph of rage worried him, especially when he saw that at least some of why he had been offered the skill was succumbing to the power of the Psychopathic Assault tonic. While it had been a powerful tool, the idea of making it central to his build made him uneasy. Plus… with his new bond with Porkchop, he wasn’t sure how it would affect his brother.

    During the fight with the guardian, his tonic induced cold analytical rage had bled through their link, infecting Porkchop with insensate fury. There was a risk that a class like this could do the same, and even as powerful as it was, it wasn’t worth that risk.

    He could only hope the others would be more suitable. He pulled his attention away from the class, the description flickering out of existence to reveal the detailed wooden carving of himself as a Rune-Acolyte. Looking back to his class-guide, he found the aged and scarred clone watching him intently.

    “So? What do you think? It’s a strong option, one that has the capability to make you an unkillable terror in combat.” Kaius the Elder asked.

    Kaius frowned, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. The style of glyph-binding doesn’t really align with what I wanted. If it was just that, I would probably still consider it, but the rage aspect worries me. Especially if there is a chance it might hurt Porkchop. This isn’t the one.”

    The construct paused, giving him a calculating look. “Are you sure? It suits you. The sort of feats required for a Heroic class means that it’s almost impossible to achieve one without it being closely aligned to some aspect of who you are. Think, can you really say that you are worried about rage if you indulge in it so often?”

    Kaius blanched. He thought back on the goblin he had taken out his worry and frustration on. The way his blood had run hot with cruelty. Even the Bloodsong. While it was mostly a pure joy and excitement for the livelihood of battle, that wasn’t all it was. There was a simmering anger there. The visceral catharsis of funnelling all of his tension into bone-breaking blows and close brushes with his own mortality.

    Yet… He did not enjoy that aspect, and he wasn’t proud of surrendering to his own cruel impulses. He found no shame in enjoying a fight, but surrendering to hate was something else entirely. Even if he could not deny it was a part of him, that did not mean he needed to venerate or enshrine that aspect of himself.

    Especially not by doing something as impactful as selecting a class centred around fury.

    Kaius steeled his spine. Meeting the construct’s firm gaze, he nodded. “I’m sure.”

    His aged clone smiled wide. “Then let us check your next offering, I’m sure you will find it a fascinating option.”

    The construct spun on its heels, wading through the long grass towards the next Ash tree. Kaius hurried after him.

    Approaching the trunk, the tree shimmered, revealing yet another carving.

    Once again, it depicted him. While he still had his impressive physique, it was not enriched to the point of incredulity like the last carving. Cowled in a heavy cloak, and garbed in thick leathers, swirling runic tattoos covered every inch of his exposed hands and fingers. That wasn’t all, clean lines crept like vines past the neck of his armour, clambering up his neck and face to spiral around his eyes, temples, and ears.

    Crouched leaning out from behind some ruined brick wall, the carving showed him focusing intensely, curiosity and avarice clear in his gaze, with a blade held at the ready in his inscribed hands.

    Kaius grinned as his eyes roved over the carving. That was more like it! Nothing ominous, nothing that suggested sacrificing his sense of self, and a clear representation of blade and spell.

    He tore his eyes away, meeting his guide’s gaze. The construct smiled encouragingly, nodding his head back to the carving. “Go on.”

    Kaius’s heart thumped in anticipation. He dove straight in.

    Glyph-bound Seeker:

    Class – Tier I

    Heroic

    Relevant Feats:

    Has slain at least three Champions in single combat while unclassed. Has slain at least 100 foes with glyph-binding while Unclassed. Has survived in the Great Depths for at least a year while unclassed. Has obtained at least three Honours while unclassed. Has a complete set of legacy skills. Has capped all base stats at 20. Has a survival skill of at least Heroic rarity. Has a perception skill of at least Unique rarity. Has a rune mastery skill of at least Unusual rarity. Has at least one Heroic skill. Has pioneered glyph-binding. Has lived the majority of their life in unsettled places. Has explored untouched regions of the Great Depths. Has exhibited curiosity of the nature of the Great Depths. Has repeatedly put themselves in harm’s way to broaden their knowledge.

    There is one constant in the shining sun of the world above, and the hallowed halls of the Great Depths below; mysteries lie waiting. The Seekers of the Way are a dispersed lot, spread in ones and twos as they hunt for the secrets of what was, and what will be. All in their cult may induct another, if they prove they have what it takes to survive.


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    Newly enlightened, the Glyph-bound Seeker is empowered by a broad variety of abilities. Such breadth is needed to survive where others dare not tread. Master generalists, Glyphs provide a utilitarian base to their abilities, while a scattered focus on observation, survival, and exploration allows them to adapt to any situation. They are adept and wily combatants, always with a solution at hand when faced with an unexpected challenge.

    All Insight, Survival, and Glyph-Binding type skills are Improved by 60%

    Stats:

    +3 Intelligence, + 2 Willpower, +1 Endurance, +1 Vitality, +1 Dexterity, +3 Free Stats per level

    Skill Resonance:

    Rapid Adaptation – Strong

    Warforged – Weak

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