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The effects of altering the enchantment were minor, but that was to be expected. As a fifth-level enchanter, he’d been able to get the effect of Thera’s charm at a distance down to only needing a resistance of 19, while her effect on contact needed a resistance of 29. Both values were far too high for an average person to deal with, though it was still a significant improvement overall.

After tying in the effects of the other skills, he’d only managed to bring both down to 18 and 28 respectively, meaning that what would act as an increase of four for others, she could only get one, if that. It was entirely possible it was acting as a fraction of a percent that just happened to be enough to tip things over the edge, and he wouldn’t know for sure until he got access to higher leveled versions of the skills to attempt with.

Worse, when he did the math it didn’t work out. Assuming that for every level those skills had they could compensate for an extra point of resistance and Thera would need at best four levels to get a point off, that meant that even if he became a ninth level enchanter with access to ninth level skills, he would only be able to bring Thera’s charm down to 6 for distance and 16 on contact. A remarkable improvement to be sure, but still far from safe considering how low people’s magic resistances could be, not to mention the fact that if her charm magic ever leveled up again it would only get worse.

Aside from that, everything he’d just considered was built upon more assumptions than he cared to think about. There was no guarantee that each level of the enhancement skills would translate to an increase in resistance, and he needed to do more testing to be sure about how the skills affected the overall power of the brace.

God, why can’t things just be easy? Who knows if I’ll find any other skills with properties that can help. The ideal would be able to make it so it could cover up to what she would hypothetically need at charm level five so that she could train it up to level six without worries and be able to suppress it herself, but I can’t even cover it at level one.

Still, he’d suffered on it long enough. Falk knew he was planning on working on the braces through the night and wasn’t expecting him until later, so with all of his testing done he slunk to bed for a few hours of sleep.

“Hey Myriad, perfect timing, I don’t suppose you know any other skills that might help, would you? Something that has some sort of magic resistance or mental effect suppression tied to it?”

“Hmm? Um, not off-hand, sorry. There’s so many skills in the world, it can be hard to keep track. I think your current plan of getting some books on the topic is a good bet for the time being.”

His god seemed distracted, a fact he was quick to pick up on. “Something on your mind?”

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Myriad was silent for just a moment, seemingly thinking before giving an answer. “It looks like I’ll need you to act as an apostle in an official capacity. Sachel’s in prison.”

“Wait, what?” It had been a few months since his fellow believer went off with her party to try and complete the quest Myriad gave her. He hadn’t heard anything from his god until then but had been under the assumption that she’d had something in mind when she left and was just trying to find a solution for it, not that she’d been jailed for some mysterious acts. “What did she do?”

“Ahem, well it seems she’d spent the first few weeks trying to find a different option for fulfilling her quest at the pleas of her teammates, but failing that she went to her home village to try and solve an issue they’d been having involving their sacred forest.”

“I’m still not hearing why they’re in prison.”