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Sanul, the Caster

A disciple of the Black Heavens Cult, one of the original parties of the Non-Believer Clan.

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a character in “The Tower”, as played by Jeremiad

Description

Name: Sanul
Age: 38
Profession: Mage

Skills:

Physical Disattachment- A passive skill earned by years of exposure to the dark arts. Immune to all non-critical physical attacks. Does not flinch when hit physically.
Dark Arts Master- A passive skill earned from 16 years of practicing the forbidden arts. Sanul's presence increases Intellect of allies by 2, and reduces Faith by 2.
Enslave- A Magic attack. May only be cast on a mortally wounded opponent. This spell shatters the victim's soul, leaving his body intact. With Sanul's presence, the body reanimates and is restored to full health. The newly formed zombie shall protect Sanul to the death.

Equipment:

Hat- None
Armor- Elder Mage's Robes; +1 Defense, +1 Speed, +1 Intellect, -2 Faith.
Weapon- Obsidian Scepter; +2 Intellect, +1 Attack
Gloves- Lead Gauntlets; +2 Attack, -1 Speed
Charm- Amulet of Blood; +2 Intellect, -1 Faith, +1 Defense, +1 Resilience
Shoes- Leather Shoes; +1 Stealth

Backpack:

1 Scroll of Summoning- Brings forth an Elemental, base stats 17, which shall assist for the duration of 1 fight, after which it shall disappear.
1 Healing Salve- A blood-red vial full of incredibly powerful reagents. Fully heals a single entity, no matter the severity of its wounds.
210 Gold Pieces- Just in case he'd ever need to buy someone off.

Stats:

Attack: 7+2=9
Defense: 8+2=10
Speed: 10+0=10
Intellect: 14+5=19
Faith: 6-3=3
Stealth: 0+1=1
Resilience: -2+1=-1

So begins...

Sanul, the Caster's Story

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The gates to the spire opened with a groaning screech. Light from the bright sun quickly choked the darkness within the building, as a new challenger entered.

Sanul took a few steps into the spire, his footsteps clacking a bit noisily, and surveyed his immediate surroundings. "Hmm. So this is what it's like." The air was cold and dry, the rooms and hallways within the Tower dark and quiet, dimly lighted by torches, silence only broken by the occasional rustle of... whatever resided in here.

He was the newest challenger in his clan; once a year, the Black Heavens Cult sent their finest into the Tower, hoping that someday, someone would fulfill the prophecy. The last man to enter made it to the 38th floor, an incredible achievement, before falling to, what he called in his last words to reach his cult, "tangible horror".

Taking a torch from a nearby wall, Sanul begins exploring the 1st floor of the Tower.

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The Tower, standing tall and foreboding against the skyline, was a frightening thing to behold. Satogi stared up at the monstrous structure in both awe and anger. He had heard many tales of this ancient place but this was the first time he had laid eyes on such a thing. The paladin was young, with basic equipment for his class but his weapon a Starlight Sword was rare indeed and stronger than most. His blonde hair and green eyes only added to his fairness and appearance as one of holy design and a bringer of light.

He now stood just outside the front entrance and took a moment to mentally prepare himself before stepping forwards and entered the first floor of the Tower. His armor immediately began to glow with a golden light, as it was his only source of light he had; but the glow traveled far and pierced the blackness of the interior to illuminate whatever might be on the inside.

Drawing his Starlight Sword, which also began to glow but with a white light this time. He held it in front of him as he scanned the entrance of the Tower to judge how difficult it might be, and moved further into the expanse that made up the First Floor. He would examine any monsters that he could find instead of blindly rushing into combat, as this would be a long battle to get to the top of the Tower.





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Satori's strike filled the floor with light for a brief instant, alerting all presences on the floor.

With his one strike, he nearly cuts straight through the Guard, shattering his shoulder and leaving the blade stuck halfway into the entity's torso. He deftly pulls his weapon out, and lets his opponent collapse to the floor. Upon inspection, Satori found nothing of use on the body.

Satori continues searching the halls, and quickly finds himself faced with a Kobold, armed with nothing much more than a spear made of stone. The Kobold makes a move before he can, and lunges at him violently; thankfully, Satori is heavily armored, and the spear makes no harm to his body.

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Sanul was walking amongst the halls when he was suddenly blinded momentarily by an immense flash.

"What the-" he yelled out suddenly, the bright light stinging not just his eyes, but his whole body. The flash quickly dissipated however, and he regained his composure rapidly. Dusting off his robes as if they were dirtied by the light, he picked up the pace; going towards the origin of the flash.

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Satori slays the Kobold, and gains from it a set of Chainmail Gloves (+1 Attack, +1 Faith).

Once he finishes looting the Kobold, he continues looking about the Tower. Soon enough, he finds a chest formed from obsidian, lined in golden clasps and shimmering jewels. It radiated with a strong aura; an artifact of great power lies inside. However, it is currently locked shut, protected by a very potent magical seal. It requires a Black Rune, an Attack stat of 25, or an Intellect stat of 20 to force open.

Since Satori filled none of the requirements, he took a mental note of where the chest lay and continued.

After looking hard enough, he found the stairs to the next floor, and was met by Elyzabeth. Sanul also came behind him at a distance, looking to avoid detection. "2 of them, eh?" he muttered to himself. Paladins; the bane of his kind and his practices. He remembered it like it was yesterday; about a month ago, a group of them had raided the Mage Academy where he lived. No one was killed, but they destroyed a few statues and stole a few relics anyways.

With a strong hatred to all Believers, he decided to give them both a surprise. He drew a Summoning Scroll from his backpack, and read at the top of his lungs "Come forth, titan of the Creator! Lay waste to those before me!"

Immediately, a Chaos Elemental formed from thin air in front of him. With a terrifying roar, the magic mercenary ran to them, his massive girth removing any chance to go around him in the corridor the two paladins stood in.

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Elyzabeth, naturally, pocketed (well, pouched) everything she could, including the rune-covered obsidian. She didn't know what it did (if anything), but its assumed value and lack of exploding (or worse) on contact justified taking it. Otherwise she was disinterested in the rest of the chest's contents, though not too proud not take the blasting powder. The odorous green pouch could stay.

Satogi did not enter the corridor unheard. Even had she not been an elf, the echo was enough for his steps and mumbling to take her attention. She turned, fists around sword hilts, and regarded him. The lack of monstrous abnormalities, threats, or posed weapons were of some comfort. "Are you the bastard lightin' the whole damnable buildin' with'er light'n?!" She demanded to know, referring to the repeated and obnoxious flashes of his sword. It was likely she'd receive an answer, though, when another stranger angled himself behind Satogi too far away to make out distinct details. She would have called out to the second stranger, likely with more insults and abruptness, but very suddenly a very large thing, much larger than wolves, was charging down the hall. "What in the Hells..." Fortunately Satogi was between her and it, and she assumed any two denizens of the tower fighting wasn't worth intervening yet. Of course she didn't know that Satogi wasn't just another creepy crawly, and wouldn't help until she did. Instead, she slowly (and then quickly) backpedaled.

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Satogi approached the corridor cautiously as he spotted the she-elf up ahead. He sheathed his sword as he had no quarrel with this fellow adventurer. When she asked about his light he was surprised that it could have traveled so far down the tunnels. Still, he felt rather proud about it too and drew his blade calmly to show her the glow of his sword as he explained. "Holy Light is one of the few weapons that can destroy dark magic." As he stated this he felt some dark magic nearby, and from the way the elf was backpedaling he guessed it was right behind him.

Charging his sword to a bright light-bearing sword of dawn he turned with his thrust and sent a blade of light straight down the hallway, more than likely skewering whatever was coming at him and illuminating the entire hall with blinding light. When it hits the wall at the end it explodes with great yet silent force. Satogi himself is leaning on his blade, panting from the high amount of energy that attack took from him. As he caught his breath he stood back up and looked back at the she-elf. "That is the power of Light under faith." He puts on his widest boyish smile and leans his sword on his shoulder as if congratulation himself on a job well done.

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Satogi's Light Blade struck the elemental with great effect, but it barely injured the apparition; it did, however stop him in its tracks, keeping him from charging Satogi.

The Chaos Elemental bellowed again, his deafening roar rattling the very bones within Satogi (-3 Attack for his next attack.) With little effort, he cast a blast of fiery ice in the paladin's direction, covering the hallway in frosted flames; and coating his target in icicles (-7 Speed, Minor DOT).

With his first target neutralized for now, he turned to Elyzabeth, refusing to let her escape. With a rough grunt, the Elemental teleported in her direction, placing itself in her path. With her escape blocked, he then casted a Mirror Image; a temporary double to surround her.

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Satogi was bound to the floor by the ice that encased his legs, the burning cold making it hard to concentrate on anything else. Luckily enough for him the dark creature was more preoccupied with the elf now after it left him. Satogi grit his teeth and charged his blade again, stabbing at the ice to break it away and partially melt it with the light of his blade. It would take him too long to break free to help the elf but he could help her in a different way. Casting a bright sigil into his palm he marked the elf's back with it, and an invigorating sensation would spread from the marking. (Added Effect: Life-Link 50%)

Satogi turned back to freeing himself and kept hacking at the ice to save his now numb legs. One of the strikes of his sword sends another flash of light out into the hallways and he spots the original caster of the dark monster, but he could not tell if his remaining stamina would allow him to reach that far a distance with his attacks. He made no stop in his efforts to break the ice, finally cracking the frost and prying his leg out of it's prison. The second leg would take even more time, and by the end of it he felt drained of strength and needed to rest. Hopefully the fight between the elf and her adversary would be finished by this time, and so Satogi leaned against the wall with his legs and arms barely able to hold his weight off the ground.

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Sanul snickered at the results of his actions, now approaching the tired paladin that held himself against the wall. Adjusting his grip on his scepter as he approached Satogi, he stood in front of him, a few feet out of the Believer's range. "Perfect," he muttered to himself.

Waving his scepter around in a subtle pattern, he spoke to his adversary in a soothing, womanly voice, "Oh, you poor thing. You seem a bit out of it, no?" Sanul's eyes began glowing a hot pink, as he used his influence to attempt to take over Satogi. "Let me help you up," Sanul continued, bolstering his enemy with a few sparks of his mana essence (Debuffs Removed). With a slightly sensual gesture, he then waved his specter around a bit more, as he saw Satogi's eyes become a glowing pink as well (Weakly Charmed).

"Perfect; he was tough to crack, but he's too feeble-minded to resist my mind games." Sanul gestured towards the elf Elyzabeth, and said "Get her." Quickly afterwards, Sanul ran up the stairs to the 2nd floor, hoping his little helper would stall long enough so they'd lose track of him.

Satogi, now under the temporary control of Sanul, joins the Elementals in the fight against the elf. Any amount of injury would snap him back into self-control.

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Satogi felt something in his head as a figure approached, it felt wild and dark in his mind but a voice calmed him down and brought his exhaustion to a halt. He stood up straight and slowly tried to make out who was in front of him. "What?" He felt groggy and light headed but the voice made no danger apparent to him. The elf on the other hand suddenly seemed like a valid danger, and he was ordered to attack. In the back of his mind he fought the urge to lash out, he couldn't attack a stranger. Then again, he was warned about the false gods of other races and to be wary around them.

Lifting his sword shakily in the elf's direction he saw that he had no choice, he had to take her out now while she was distracted. Lunging at the elf with his blade, he was still rather sluggish but with each attack he made he got faster and faster. His eye's flashed pink as he made a battle-cry to fuel his attack with rage, cleaving the air where the elf would with a bright arc of pink light. This would normally confuse the paladin but right now all his attention was on the elf.

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Elyzabeth fought the way she always did: Disinterested, annoyed, and impatient. It felt like she was swiping through air, but the chaos elemental's reactions to each cleave told her she was definitely doing some kind of damage, and the fact that its duplicate hadn't touched her convinced her it wasn't a threat. That's why, when footsteps approached, and a blade came, that she was caught so off-guard. Fortunately, she had been turning, so the stab came sidelong and cut into the back of her thigh without going through the leg. She turned further, weight uncomfortably shifted to one foot, swiping one blade wide to knock Satogi's aside while bringing her gauntleted fist around to catch his jaw or temple. "What the fuck?!" It wasn't the most eloquent inquiry but it about summarized her opinion of the situation. Her fighting style was rough, quick, an dirty; she took advantage of the narrow hallway by mixing in as many fists, elbows, and knees as she did stabs, rhythmically shifting her attention between Sanul's thrall and the paladin.

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Satogi barely hit the elf with his first strike, but she got him over with her inhuman speed. He was just able to dodge her fist and jumped backwards before his face was caved in by her knuckles They sparred for several minutes, his sword and hers flashing with every connection. His armor stopped most of her strikes against him and would probably hurt her hand later when the adrenaline slowed down. He was about to start using his stamina again when she got in a good kick in between his armor's plating on his side and knocked the wind out of him. He snapped out of his daze when he was struck, and her next attack knocked him to his knees in front of her.

He didn't remember why they were fighting anymore, but he couldn't let her best him so easily. Seeing the construct about to attack Satogi narrowed his eyes at it and raised his blade once more. Lunging around the elf he charged his blade with light that burst into white flames, his war cry as he cut across it louder than the voice in his mind telling him he had used too much energy. When he hit the ground after his lunge he crumbled into a pile on the floor, his nose bleeding and his face against the floor. He lay still, passed out after using so much stamina. If the elf were to investigate him he would be found snoring from exhaustion.

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Sanul walked up the staircase to the 2nd floor rather urgently. Once up, he cast a simple spell to buy him just a bit more time: a Barrier at the door, to hold his opponents for a bit whilst he looted (13 Atk. to break).

He looked around. Pretty much looked the same as the first floor, with a few differences in layout. From the staircase, Sanul spotted a chest, covered in dust. Eager to find something, he opened it and found... an Iron Helmet, enchanted with strong mana essence (+1 Defense, +1 Intellect); as well as 18 gold coins. Sanul happily pocketed his gains and put on his helmet. Hmm... a bit tight, but no matter.

Upon continuing his search of chests, Sanul saw a curious sight indeed; a couple of Great Apes running about the halls, whooping rather loudly. He decided to take the moment to hide in the room to his right; meditate a bit, loosen up.

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Sanul finished meditating, and got up off the floor energized and with his mind open (+4 Speed and +2 Intellect to next encounter). By the time he finished, the Apes finished patrolling the area, and he continued wandering.

Soon enough, Sanul was meet by a Corrupt Paladin; a holy figure rendered soulless by the Tower's will. Oh, THIS was gonna be fun. With his scepter ready to wreak havoc, he blew on the head of it like a candle, spewing out a massive cloud of scorching flames. The Corrupt's screams were drowned out by the roar and crackle of the pyrotechnics, and when Sanul finished, all that was left was a pile of ash... and a single gold coin, not bad. (Buffs have worn off)

Sanul picked up the single coin and continued wandering, the thought of the two Believers in the back of his head at all times.

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With little else he could do but die or follow orders, Satogi sighs and stands on his feet after a little trouble. He didn't really see a way out of the situation so he might as well do as he was told. At least it would have gotten to the second floor but it was a small achievement. What the elf was asking of him wasn't the problem, it was the fact that he had already been beaten without having made past that point. He had wanted to defeat the tower in one go without having to submit to anyone, but it seemed that dream was gone. Moving up the stairs he slips up the stairs to the second floor, unsure what the future had for him.





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The front doors to the Tower slowly opened as a young blonde boy peeked his way into the building. He was almost paranoid as he walked slowly into the area. He drew a quick symbol in the air with his finger, a line of blue light following the pattern and becoming a sigil which floated in front of him and started shining enough light for the boy to see. He hated the dark and was deathly frightened of it. The young mage looked to be about 14 years old and was dressed in a Bretanian mage uniform, his blonde hair and blue eyes showing the status of his family tree as one of high standing. Though he seemed to be out of place as he explored the first floor of the Tower, trying to avoid detection and get to the staircase as soon as possible.

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Sanul was wandering about the halls of the 2nd Floor when the light of Elyzabeth's lantern shone through his intended path. Wanting not to face her until he saw her in action, he stood up against the wall and casted one of his favorite spells: Stone Skin. Ah, he fun he'd had with this: replacing statues in the Great City with himself, placing himself in museums, even infiltrating the castles of the royal blood that lived among the Believers. But now, it would grant him the benefit it always had: hiding.

With a soft grunt and a flexing gesture, he adjusted his body to look more like a statue would; as he muttered a few chants, he felt his body seize up, and his meat turn to stone (+9 Defense, -9 Speed). Hopefully, if the elf bothered to look at him, either she wouldn't notice, or his state would absorb any impact she applied upon him.

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Elyzabeth grumbled to herself without regard for who might overhear. Satogi accepted her chosen route, and hopefully would not bother her again. She took a few turns at random, finding neither items of value or opposition, both with some disappointment. "I mean, the wolves and stuff, I get it. You're the goddess of the wildlands and nature and all that kind of horseshit. That's how you operate. Fine. But humans?" She addressed Elsir with her typical dismissive disdain. "They're the worst. I thought he was going to give me some long, boring monologue about how I brought great shame to his family or something. I do not have the patience for that kind of crap." She continued to grumble to herself until something vaguely like speech came from a turn in an upcoming intersection. She lowered her lantern and rested her hand on the pommel of her sword and approached carefully. "Show yourself!" she demanded. "And I will kill you quickly."
Elyzabeth sprang around the corner like she was expecting a great surprise. Instead a statue of a man was leaned against the wall. "...the f..." She sighed, like she would have preferred some great monstrosity be lurking in the statue's stead. She leaned towards it, then pressed her boot against its foot, then gave its shoulder a hearty shove. "Treasure's always hiding in statues," she mumbled. She placed the heel of her boot against the center of its chest, like she might try to crush the stone, but she was interrupted by the scattering of scales against the roof. She turned away and shone her light, then stepped back into the intersection. Sanul was lucky the noise came when it did, or he would not have had much skin for his body to turn back into. Elyzabeth turned away and went north. Skittering darkness wasn't worth her time.

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"OK... Shit, not doing that again..." Sanul thought as he let his body loosen up. Now that she was gone for now, he'd continue wandering about.

After looking into a few rooms, he found the staircase upwards... and a small vial of Antivenom on a table, yes please. The caster quickly walked up the stairs...but not before triggering a trap at the start of the staircase! The walls of the 2nd floor of the Tower began glowing a bright blue, overwhelming Sanul's eyes as a massive iron door slammed down on the path upwards. He felt a strong curse settle down on him as he looked around, seeing the entire floor fill with skeletons, zombies, and goblins. He locked himself in the room, hoping to wait out the trap in safety. (Everyone in the 2nd Floor has their Defense temporarily drop to -10, making the simplest injuries incredibly dangerous!)

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Even though Satogi was woken early he was still able to get some rest. (Stamina restored) But what he awoke too surprised him. A zombie had crawled it's way into his room through the wall. Without hesitation he charged his blade struck at the dark creature. The impact lit up all the nearby hallways as the dark energy clashed with Satogi's light technique.

Hearing more undead outside the paladin went to town clearing the halls of the wretched things with the flashes of his blade cutting them to pieces.

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Satogi easily defeated the zombie; it did not drop anything of use.

As the paladin left the room, he found himself in front of dozens of undead beasts, running amok the floor mindlessly. A small horde of them noticed him and began an assault on the paladin. Normally, these monsters would be no match; for even if they got a hit in, the paladin's armor would sustain their meek hits. However, after clearing a handful of them, he was stopped abruptly by a skeleton archer; with a single shot, the sniper's arrow flew into the teen's hand, shattering his gauntlets and leaving a wooden shaft stuck firmly into the paladin's palm (Gauntlets have been broken). The sudden and unexpected hit causes Satogi to drop his blade as well, allowing a nearby goblin to grab it. The tables have turned on the young warrior, as the horde now has him surrounded.

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The Paladin kept attacking, only taking short rests to catch his breath between strokes of his sword as he slaughtered the undead before him. Unfortunately an arrow destroyed his right gauntlet, shattering it into pieces and making him lose his sword. He made a grab for it when a goblin came out of the blackness and snatched it up before he could. His anger broke at the thought of such an evil thing carrying a sword of light. He charged that anger into his remaining left gauntlet and slammed the ground with all his might, sending out a shockwave of light out in all directions for at least 20ft. This had enough energy to disintegrate the other gauntlet but would undoubtedly take out many of the undead surrounding Satogi.

Now a little tired and banged up from the assault of zombies and skeletons, Satogi decided to use the other pair of chainmail gloves he had gotten earlier that the elf had not wanted to take from him. They would only shine with enough light to see by and would not last as long as the other gauntlets if used as a light weapon. He used this light to find the goblin knocked down by his shockwave, which he then attempted to pin to the ground with his boot to retrieve the sword from it and quickly slay the creature. He would not be made a fool of like that, and took a short rest before returning to his fight against the rest of the Tower's local undead.

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As abruptly as chaos had ensued in the second floor, it quickly ended. The walls of the Tower stop glowing, and enemies stop spawning aggressively. (Defense stats have returned to normal.)

Sanul, whimpering quietly in his room, has relieved to see the trap he had triggered was short-lived. "Damn," he thought to himself. Was this really how things would go down? He shuddered at the thought of what the higher floors had. Seeing as though the pathway to the 3rd floor had opened, he left to the next level before anything else could happen.

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Sanul was baffled when he made it up to the 3rd floor; the walls, the floors, the whole floor was coated in grasses, vines, mosses.

Nonetheless, he carried on his journey, looking about, wandering methodically.

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As Sanul was looking about the shrubbery that consumed the floor he stood on, a blinding flash blasted through from the staircase, brightening the whole third level of the Tower up for an instant. He screamed in pain, the strong exposure burning his skin, giving him the long forgotten feeling of pain he had expected to relive in this dungeon.

For a moment, Sanul stood still among the bushes, reeling from the glow of what surely was a paladin's light. "Damn, those two must be clashing or something. That was intense..." Once he recovered from the flash, he decided to pick up the pace, looking about the floor with much haste.

His search for whatever was useful however, was stopped by a massive Arachnid; 3 feet wide and 3 feet tall, it hissed at him, baring its poisonous bite and its sharp legs. Sanul, wanting to take precaution, drank the Antivenom in his pocket (Temporary Poison Immunity), and began beating the shit out of the large insect with his scepter.

The spider fought back valiantly, but to no avail. Sanul watched as his meat was occasionally scraped or tore by the beast's assault, but he really didn't feel a thing. One of the most significant parts of his training at the Black Heavens Cult was torture; every day, 3 times a day, for 10 years, until mind conquered matter and pain was but a distant memory. His spirit hides within his bones; only his spirit may be harmed, and only when his spirit falls, will he fall.

After a few minutes of hacking away at the insect, it finally keeled over. Sanul, finding nothing of worth on the animal, continued his wandering, hoping that the two Believers on the bottom floor were still busy.