Chapter 56: Chapter 55

The next few days were restless days. She didn’t sleep, barely ate, and barely stood still. Every time a dungeon was finished, a new one was opened. To bolster her chances with this whole Khaine thing, she picked up two relevant Traits.

 

Religious Belief - Your God is more than just a word, more than just a name. You hold belief in their hand on your shoulder, and press forward with that knowledge. +10% to Primary Blessing.

 

Religious Fervour - Your connection with your God is beyond simple, beyond the normal. Others look to you for inspiration, and you inspire it wherever you go. +10% to Secondary Blessing.

 

The extra weapon damage was also cool, though she really needed to get something to start these fucker’s bleeding some day. That +130% was really going to waste. She wondered if Path Of Flame would count as bleeding, but that was for later. She was in the groove right now, creating a mountain of death. She studied her book, applied it to the fight, and then studied a bit more of the book. But this paid off, and she did indeed reach the needed level by the time the day came. Hitting level 75, she even got a new stat trait.

 

100 Luck: Theft Of Luck - When a man expires, he has no more need for his metaphysical shield against the world. Best put it to good use. Gain 5% luck recovery when you kill a foe.

 

Leaning against the wall and looking at it, she exhaled and wanted to take a quick nap. Though had things to do, so pulled the knife out of her inventory and flourished it, activating the Quest that was now no longer locked behind a level.

 

New Quest - Kill yourself with the Knife

 

“.....” Estaria stared at the box and rubbed her eyes to make sure that she was not seeing things. Having already died once before, she was not enthused to do it again. She stared at the Knife for a few seconds, which seemed to throb with wild anticipation of the blood that was going to be spilled. Was this a test? Was this some kind of thing seeing if she was just going to obey anything the box said? Eventually she decided ‘no, I don’t think I will’ and cancelled the quest.

 

Whether this was the right thing to do or if it was just ready in case she didn’t want to do the quest the easy way, she got ‘Go to the Temple Of Khaine in Har Gareth’ which was…more awkward. She’d have to sneak out, or punch her way through anyone who tried to stop her. Not like she couldn’t do either, to be fair…. 

 

So gathering together a rudimentry disguise of full body robes to hide her body, and a hood for the bright red hair that gently shone in the light, she would begin her plan. A few minutes wandering around the Coven found the best alignment to the Har Gareth Skyline. Climbing up was simplicity itself, and then a rapid sprint threw her into a soaring leap that got her to the adjacent roof. Finding the Temple of Khaine here was equally as simple, since it was the largest and most ostentatious building. She moved quick enough and managed to stay low enough that nobody saw her. After all, who looked up to the rooftops expecting to see someone sprinting across them? 

 

Getting to the temple, she launched herself as high as possible, and then used her momentum to scrabble further still. Queen’s Step fortunately procced and made her light enough to maintain this wild momentum long enough to get to the roof. From there, she let herself in via the skylight that shone upon the altar at mid-day. Walking like a slave made people treat her as one, ignoring her passing as she was just doing her job like everyone else. 

 

Drink from the Cauldron

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The new pop-up was kind of gross given that it was filled with blood from who knew how many people, and how long it had been stood there. But at the same time, it was better than stabbing herself, so she would casually walk over, and then leap up to the lip. That caught the attention of the Guard, but before he could stop her, she cupped her hands and drunk from the blood. As soon as she swallowed, the world turned seeringly bright. She was vaguely aware of pain as she fell back from the cauldron and hit the ground hard, but that didn’t seem to register much. 

 

The Cauldrons around her blasted great gouts of blood, and the statues began to weep tears of blood as the world span from Estaria’s perspective. It roiled and rolled like trying to throw her off the floor, but never managing to succeed. The blood began to cover the floor, and pool around Estaria. Who, inexplicably, seemed hydrophobic, and merely floated in the blood without being stained by it. 

 

“Rather dramatic” were the first words Estaria was capable of hearing after an aeon of spinning, and she managed to push herself up to see who was talking. It was a tall man, dressed in truly spectacular armour. He held himself like a man so used to Command he could expect a house to get out of his way. 

“Theatrics are a way of life” Estaria replied, a groggy and hoarse tone as she gathered herself and panted on the floor.

“Heh. Well, you’ve shown yourself to be pretty touched by the Blood God with this trick. How did you manage it? I can’t imagine you snuck anything into the cauldrons. And even if you did, the statues weeping blood must be even harder to pull off” the armoured man would walk over to the nearest statue, his heavy metal boots splashing the blood as he did so.

 

For her part, Estaria’s hands would be half submerged in the blood, but drip dry in seconds after she lifted them out. Standing up, the blood ran off her clothes and hair like it couldn’t get off fast enough. 

 

Apotheosis - Khaela Mensha Khaine Complete. Job Earned - Child Of Khaine

 

This third job, and now her title, “Child Of Khaine”, came with some nice perks. ‘Birthed Of Blood’ made her immune to bleeding, and ‘Womb Of Warfare’ gave her a crazy Level 4 proficiency in all weapons, and refunded any Proficiency traits, which gave her three new traits to spend. And finally a “Divinity Mode” that would give her triple damage and triple bleeding for two minutes. 

 

“Through reasons completely unknown to me, it seems I really am blessed by Khaine. His Sickle on the mortal plane, and all that. Didn’t even know he existed till recently, and now I am his?” She replied to who she assumed was Tularis. 

“Well, you certainly murder well enough to attract his attention. I have read your history here in Naggaroth. You started out with murder, moved into murder, and then came here to excel at murder” the man would shift his helmet from under his arm, to on his head. “And now, I shall see just how far that skill carries you” 

 

Estaria, fully recovering her footing, looked over and cracked a grin.

“Now that is a helmet. With fashion sense like that, you can’t be anyone but Tularis. I would be honoured to meet you in the field of battle and show you what I can do with Khaine’s blessing” Estaria would give a bow of the head. He was, after all, the Captain of the Executioners, and not exactly their enemy. “Just, err…twenty minutes, while I nip home and get changed” she finished, pointing to the door.

 

“I shall await you in the arena. No man in the city will waylay you, though I feel confident stating that you can deal with any who tries” he would reply, turning to leave. Tacit approval to knock the head off anyone who tried to ambush her was always a good thing, especially in this climate. 

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