Dnd Homebrew Book Novels & Stories

The cooldown period reduces as the user grows stronger. Path: Spiritualist Description: As a Spiritual King, your power is now at a level above that of most. Chaos begs to do your bidding and seeks your approval. You are now capable of casting an innumerable number of Low Level Leases and several more Mid-Level Leases. With Chaos at your right hand and destruction at your left, you now have the power to command 25 High Level Leases, and 7 King Level Leases. NB: With the aid of a Chaotic Staff, a few of these King Leases could be stored to prevent a lengthy activation period. Chaos has longed for you for so long. It has missed its prodigal son. And to show its love, it blesses you with two, n

Each long sword costs 500 gold coins. As legal professions are rare, magical equipment is particularly expensive in this world. A ring that can cast the first level spell 'Mage Armour' costs 500 coins, a second level spell costs 2,000 coins and a third level spell costs 6,000 coins. From the third level, it cannot be replenished automatically and must be replenished by a caster of the appropriate level. Even if ordinary magical equipment is not used, it will reach the end of its life in about a hundred years, so it is simply not affordable for ordinary nobles.

I shift into my pup wolf and lie down beside them to continue my howl lullaby, "Arwooo~ Rwarwarwaaar~ Wowoorwar~ Rwarowooo~" I sang to them until I felt sleepy too, after all, they couldn't let go of my fur so I slept beside them. ... ... (Dandeline's POV) Another species was added to my spellbooks. "Let's call it a day!" I collapsed my back into the space with no gravity. My books and blueprints have been floating in the air as well. "It's already dawn," Haiban said. In his snap, my mess and I dropped on the floor of my house and that was when I woke up! "You should sleep genuinely instead of enchanting your dream and sleepwalk all night, my child."

I tip-toe and take it out. I look around and finally settle down on a short ladder, which I hadn’t noticed before and open the book. I skim through and to my dismay, find nothing. “Not a single mention,” I mutter under my breath. I shouldn’t have expected to find much. I take a deep breath and begin to peruse again. All the books have little to no mention of mages. Not a lot of things have been written. ‘As if they will keep a record of a monster,’ Ruelle sneers suddenly, irked. I let out a heavy sigh.

Horses are bucking, trying to run away, and people are on the ground drawing and weapons as the peacefulness of the forest is shattered by an on rush Of the strangest wolves Andy has ever seen. Now this was the forest that her father the lord of the hunt, or as the mortals called him the horned God claimed as his own. As such it was a haven for many strains and sometimes dangerous creatures, but none of them were dumb enough to attack the master of the woods or any of his court. Which made this even stranger, as cloud dancer spun just in time to kick one of the walls that was making a leap for Andy she was able to get a good look at it.

They fell silent, unable to provide a solution. “Oh, right!” Dempsey suddenly remembered something and said, “I’ve read in an ancient book that there is some kind of magical herb in the Greater Realms. It’s called the Herb of Reclusion. It’s capable of hiding one’s aura. There’s also the Soulblue, which can mimic any race’s soul aura. As long as you can find these two plants, you can hide your human aura and copy the Doom Race’s soul aura onto yours.”

She glanced at her father that took one book and placed it on her lap. "These books would help you to control your mana. You might think that this was too early. But in truth, your age was the perfect time to practice and control your massive mana." Her father explained, "All you need to do was to practice what was stated inside this book three hours a day." Minerva's gripped on the book tightened when she heard her father's instructions. She stared at the old book that had a black front cover with a blue jewel engraved on the middle. The book was chained to each side and the lock seemed to be the blue jewel.

The Lorths' magic was distinct in that it required them to tear a page from a book and repeat the incantation in order for it to work. Only beginners had to bring their scriptures to a fight, according to Nelanian. Yulcite mages who had mastered Religion magic had mastered their scriptures and did not need to carry them to a fight. The quality of a Lorth's grimoire, on the other hand, may be used to rank them. Grimoires with soft covers showed that the mage was still a novice, while those with finer covers, such as leather or embellished covers with gems and gold, showed that the magician was at a higher level. When Nelanian saw the brilliant ruby on the grimoire's cover, he knew he couldn't

Lankko watched the pot that he hung above the fire and saw how the disguise stone’s power slowly leached into the boiling water. It was a slow process and Lankko knew from his previous experiments on magical artifacts of the same nature that it could take hours, sometimes days, to attain sufficient concentration of magic in the water that would be viable as magical elixir. The disguise stone given to him by Remuel was not as powerful as the Pearl of Sorrelia and it could only give so much of its magic. At the end of the process, Lankko knew that the amulet would lose its color until it faded into dull gray or black. Such was the fate of magical artifacts imbued with lesser magic or those tha

Dojo reeked slaughter, copper-thick, tatami slick crimson pools, our chests heaving thunder-sync, indigo hakamas spattered gore. "You fight like you're born to it," he growled, scarred jaw inches, porcelain fingers banding my wrist pull-close, obsidian devouring mahogany flush. Blood smeared his cheek war-paint, dragon tattoo pulsing throat wild. No fear in his stillness—predator sated, but gaze burned deeper hunger.