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>Utility Skill Recalled: Perception.
>Perception (1): Pull back the veil on the mundane world's mysteries. All rolls related to detecting hidden things gain an additional 1d6.
>Passive Technique Recalled: Bloodhound
>Bloodhound (3): For the purposes of tracking down an individual, gain an additional 3d6 to all related rolls. As long as you have a belonging of theirs, double this effect. If you have tasted their blood, multiply the final result by 1.3x.
>Active Technique Recalled: Cleave the Mighty
>Cleave the Mighty (2): Once per combat encounter, multiply your STR by 1.4x and add that to a failed STR, DEX, or END roll.
Giving in to your base instincts is the easiest thing you've ever done.
A savage grin splits your face as you rip through the woods, the expression marred only by the crossbow bolt you clutch between your teeth. Supporting the feather-light weight of your master with your free arm, your greatsword - normally requiring two hands to wield - scythes through the air with the tireless aid of your necromantic strength, chopping down various saplings, shrubbery, and branches that dare to stand in your path. Carpets of vinery are ripped apart and clods of earth are kicked up in your wake as you rush through the forest maze at a breakneck pace, wind flowing through your hair.
Where? Where? Where is your prey?
>CUN DC: 15/20/30 | Roll: 2d6 + 6d6(Bloodhound: Item Boost) + 1d6(Perception) = 34
The woodland stench of loam and animals inflates your lungs. Your nose burns, itching as you breathe deep of your surroundings.
Your head snaps to the right, the stink of someone else's qggravation fading from your senses. Now that you're looking in the right direction, you can see the tracks; whoever your quarry might be, they're far from experienced. It's almost shameful, really, to think that they nearly got the drop on you.
They'll pay.
Your master squirms slightly before popping her head out of the crook of your elbow. She peers around the area before turning a slightly bemused eye upon you.
"Will… will we be able to find our way back?"
You simply point at the trail of destruction you carved through the forest. She blinks, then nods in demure acquiescence.
"Okay. I trust you."
Music to your ears.
With that, you're off again.
