Post by AMATERASU on Aug 20, 2014 0:39:42 GMT -7
Monster Lore
Rank: "C"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: A technique that allows the user better access to identifying abilities and weaknesses of creatures.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The Venator adds 5 per Class level on all non Animal Lore checks whenever making checks to identify the abilities and weaknesses of creatures.
Limit: Must be a Venator.
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So...this was definitely not the place. That's what I thought to myself as I disembarked from the S.S. Cheep-Cheep. Sister Griselda was almost certainly...no. Don't think about that. She definitely wouldn't die to bastards like that. She would just be delayed, that's all. Still, she ordered me to find the City of Eternal Rain, so that's I'll do. I've got a head start, might as well make a race of it.
I withdrew a slim tome from the inside pocket of my white cloak, and secured the hood about my head tightly. This would serve two purposes: foremost, to protect me from this awful heat, unlike any beachhead back home, and secondly to provide a degree of shadow with whitch to read.
Ars Goetia.
Typically only a section of a greater whole in books of sorcerous heresy, my Order distributed this Listing of Devils as a singular entity to any who would hunt their kind in the name of God. This book, there was so much information inside its pages, for those with the wisdom to see it. Sister Griselda had me study it freshly often, that I might notice something new, or draw previously unseen inferences. I studied it again now, if only to kill time. The crew of the Cheep-Cheep were busy unloading their cargo for now, and I with no hint of where to go...best to wait, and ask directions when someone was available.
Bael. Also known as Baal. Given the rank of King, under only the Four Satans. In terms of strength, with which all things were decided in the Underworld, he would be considered...untouchable, at least by the likes of me. Probably even by my seniors as a Venator, a Demon-Slayer. All of Hell would obey his order unless superseded by a Satan. In addition to mind-blowing strength, he is able to conceal his presence. Under his direct control...more than sixty entire armies. Each individual among them quite formidable. Any bearing the Seal of Bael, the three-headed toadcat-man, should be avoided by all but the strongest of exorcists.
Agares. Also known as Agreas. Given the rank of Duke in command of thirty armies of demons. Strong, but primarily a technique-type. Tricky, he enjoys contradicting the actions of others - forcing those who flee to return, those who charge to stand still. Those bearing the mark of the Crocodile-Rider should not be taken lightly, but given opportunity might be overpowered physically even by a new exorcist like me. Though that begged the question, how to achieve such an opportunity? Likely just by staying as unpredictable as the servants of Agares themselves. I'm no good at thinking though. Sorry I'm so dumb. Maybe you can't predict the strategy of somebody who doesn't have one?
Vassago. A powerful and clever Devil given the rank of Prince in command of twenty-five armies of demons. Friendly enough, as Devils go, and willing to cooperate even with Exorcists for a price. He knows all that was, and all that is yet to come, and delights in not telling anyone anything important. Not even the Satans. Truly a being beyond being controlled, even with his lower relative combat strength. His Seal was missing from my book though. Probably removed by one of his spies within the Church. Still, among Devils he was one with whom we had little quarrel other than his unholy species.
I sighed, looked away from the yellowed pages. It was a tedious read, and standing around in the shadow of the Eastern-style ship was somehow depressing. Sand slid beneath my boots as I shifted my weight. How was the post-docking activity proceeding? Chaotic, but also somehow orderly. But it seemed as though it would be a long while yet before they finished and were grated shore leave.
I grumbled slightly, feeling admittedly impatient. reached back into my cloak with my free hand, and pulled out a small hunk of bread, which I would bite into and allow to hang from my mouth. Troublesome. Ninety-Nine problems, and not one could be solved with a stroke of the sword.