254 Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Four – Just Chatting to Pass the Miles... (1/2)

-By the way, Fuzzy, you're going to take Warshifter Levels, right?-

He /sighed. -Valus, what now?- He /ruminated. -That's a Class for combat shifters, no?- Which meant we couldn't use it, since active shapechanging was very much not a thing for us.

-You know with enough investment in that Mark of yours you can access a Succubus' Alter Self ability, right? You get it automatically with triple Physical Marks, but you can Invest in it, too. You just have to program it with forms using blood or vivus, or accessing your bloodline. So, like, you'd be able to turn into an ape, and the form would be set until you actively changed it.-

-Really.- Beat. Oh, the implications in bed. -What about the combat benefits?-

-Ah, most are a waste, since we're using the ability through an item, effectively. However, the bonus to Str and Con, and the Fast Healing are kind of nice.- Especially for a certain someone who wasn't an Exemplar yet... -I tell ya, Elder Arg is really looking forward to being able to morph down to human size, or smaller.- After all, if dragons could do it, why couldn't he? Since the big ape was Powered, he could take any form he wanted, he wasn't limited to stored templates or anything, like us.

-And I imagine you linked them to other things?- Because I liked to try different things, right?

-The Strength and Con bonus is equivalent to your Strength and Constitution Mastery. Hey, would you look at that double duty going on there. The Fast Healing bonus is equal to your Healing Mastery and Soul Essence Invested level, if you don't want to take the flat rate of 2.-

And it would stack with the Exemplar Lite, so potentially 10 Health of Healing per round. You wouldn't need a Healer except for massive emergencies. Fast Healing was the dream of melee toons. Auto-filling that blood bag let us keep going and going and going...

Fighting someone like me, it would take more than one Healer to keep you alive, but I was one of them exceptions. It was more a recovery and endurance thing, not meant to save you against something big. As this (chop!) adult Mire Dragon (stab!) in front of me was finding out (Aie! Twenty goldweight more I couldn't keep...). Should have kept a safe distance, sport...

Briggs rolled his eyes again. -And what new and wonderful psionic stuff did you discover?-

-Well, we can't spend psi, but we can focus ambient power in our Vajra and expend that to effect.-

-That sounds promising... similar to Arcane Strike?-

-More prep time, Concentration req, stronger. It's awesome for lower levels. Psionic-backed blows can hit like trucks.- It could actually allow a low-level Forsaken some damage boosts!

-Anything else?-

-You know that Soul Feat that gives you Health for every Soul Feat you've taken?-

-Oh, no shit?...- There was another one? It made sense, there was a Magical one, but generally inapplicable since just about all such abilities involved Casting or metamagic, or were outright magical, and so couldn't be invoked by us, only by Casters.

-Yeah, Psionic Body, two Health per Psionic Feat, reinforces your body...-

-And so affected by Fast Healing.- He /inhaled again. Another massive potential Health boost incoming. -And?-

-Oh, you're going to love this. There are some impressive psionic enchanted arms and armor...-

-You have that sickeningly ominous I-love-this broken note to your voice...- he /observed happily.

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-Feeder Weapons. +III. When critting, Bodyfeeders can instead give you the damage you roll in temp Soak for ten minutes. Mindfeeders give you temporary psi points. Anti-psi, Mindcrushers can do the crit in damage to a foe's PP instead, +II. And...- I started to /laugh, which naturally only wound him up more.

That ogre in his way was launched through the air for sixty feet, chest over a foot thinner where Endure had beat on him. -Oh, this is gonna be good...-

-Psychic Weapons and Armor. Enhancement bonus dependent on your PP Reserve. All the way up to +V... – I let him picture that... - Slotless.-

Naturally, Forsaken couldn't spend PP, so our Reserves would always be topped.

He almost dropped Endure. ”Eff me running!” he blurted out loud. Ancientaxe gave him a look as he thoughtfully lightened the loads of another couple of ogres by their heads, glanced at me and my shit-eating grin, and knew something was up.

”Do I want to know?” he asked curiously, wondering if that had been something personal.

Briggs told him curtly, and Brother Ancientaxe, hardened killer of ancient creatures whose time had come, dealt with it by almost missing splitting an incoming crok's head. ”Fuck!” he added, blinking at the suddenly dead big black-scaled, horned crocodile, before continuing on with us. ”What... is that... it stacks?” he had to ask, looking at me. My education in the fine points of enchanted Weapons had been very thorough, and he had seen the difference they made.

”Yeah.”

”What's the kicker?” Briggs groaned, totally in love with the idea of getting a +IX Weapon or Armor out of two Slots.

”Seventeen Ranks, seventy goldweight.”

Both of them shuddered again. The only one who might be able to gain Seventeen Ranks, that we knew of, was Elder Arg...

Who had just received that +4 Exemplar Lite bonus to his Intellect...

”You didn't?!” Briggs shouted, as Endure crashed down on another incoming crok, crushing a horn and pancaking its skull. Tons of part-dragon reptile skidded forwards past him, twitching in disbelief at being dead so fast.