Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 1, 2016 10:03:43 GMT
To sense the fear in the cleric's face was something the heretic had become all too familiar with. It meant in no way had he gotten used to it, quite the contrary in fact. The initial aversion most people felt to his body's looks, as well as the creeping feeling he could tell they sensed from the latent miasma always seemed to strike some sort of a chord with him. He was at heart a people person after all, and to see people so quickly turned away by something he no longer had control over always saddened him a bit. But he had gotten better at hiding it. As the cleric seemed to regain composure he introduced himself as Ciriodhul, a cleric as well as a housekeeper. It was always interesting to Kane to see someone pick that subclass, as it never really struck him as useful, but that was of course a personal choice from one whose primary gift always seemed to lie in puzzles.
Returning the gesture, he bowed back, carrying the strange regalia of a wise man or butler, his dark pinstripe suit accentuating his movements. "It's a pleasure Cirio. You can call me Noctis, as most else do. I am the resident Heretic and Sage within Noihara. I do apologize for any strange crawling or otherwise eerie feelings you had when I first entered, they tend to be a byproduct of the Miasma my class makes use of." Standing back upright, he looked over at his leader as he explained the situation. It appeared that the priest wanted to join their little marry band of misfits, and, as per the usual, Dumah extended to the newest member a flaming hand. It was a trust exercise first and foremost, as Kane had learned firsthand, recalling the trepidation he had held himself. In the back of his mind he could feel Noctis stirring. I always thought that this was an interesting little ritual, said the spirit of the being in the back of his mind.
As the cleric grasped Dumah's hand, he began to slowly take a little damage and, after having his fun sitting idly for a while and, as Dumah released the cleric's hand, He chuckled a bit. "Allow me to help a bit." As the cleric and his leader would continue to carry on their conversation, Kane began a small little healing ritual with his skills. He first cast Tainted Charity in order to heal the Cleric, then focused Exocytosis in order to take the trace corruption the spell left upon the target, and moved it into himself. He then focused and repeated the process as Tainted Charity required to be cast like such in order for the healing to stick, and once again took the trace amounts of miasma into his own body through Exocytosis.
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notes: Noc: 4 cp - stage 0 corruption
Returning the gesture, he bowed back, carrying the strange regalia of a wise man or butler, his dark pinstripe suit accentuating his movements. "It's a pleasure Cirio. You can call me Noctis, as most else do. I am the resident Heretic and Sage within Noihara. I do apologize for any strange crawling or otherwise eerie feelings you had when I first entered, they tend to be a byproduct of the Miasma my class makes use of." Standing back upright, he looked over at his leader as he explained the situation. It appeared that the priest wanted to join their little marry band of misfits, and, as per the usual, Dumah extended to the newest member a flaming hand. It was a trust exercise first and foremost, as Kane had learned firsthand, recalling the trepidation he had held himself. In the back of his mind he could feel Noctis stirring. I always thought that this was an interesting little ritual, said the spirit of the being in the back of his mind.
As the cleric grasped Dumah's hand, he began to slowly take a little damage and, after having his fun sitting idly for a while and, as Dumah released the cleric's hand, He chuckled a bit. "Allow me to help a bit." As the cleric and his leader would continue to carry on their conversation, Kane began a small little healing ritual with his skills. He first cast Tainted Charity in order to heal the Cleric, then focused Exocytosis in order to take the trace corruption the spell left upon the target, and moved it into himself. He then focused and repeated the process as Tainted Charity required to be cast like such in order for the healing to stick, and once again took the trace amounts of miasma into his own body through Exocytosis.
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notes: Noc: 4 cp - stage 0 corruption
