When the throat roars, As eyes weep, When the hand grips hard With trembling fingers, When belly twists Yet legs stand strong, That is the work Of the Defiant Heart.
Hallowed Dordalus was cast into the pit as a heretic, but his piety was so great, he would not burn. He rose again, lauded, his faith forever changed... but not the way the Templar believed.
Whiff of cold, tiny spark, faintest flicker in the dark. Embers swirl, ice takes form, sky exposed - Death's perfect storm. Frost and thunder, flames shine bright, ruin walks the land tonight. By your hand they dance and bend, wield them and brook no end.
Cannot use Life Flasks Non-Unique Life Flasks apply their Effects constantly Recovery from Life Flasks cannot be Instant Recovery from your Life Flasks cannot be applied to anything other than you
"Do not despair! Give yourself to the woods! Become empty, and the Goddess will find you. From within her roots... you shall be restored." - Cirel of Caer Tarth
"Move in ways your enemy does not expect. Confuse them with elegance and grace. They'll never see the axe coming." - Rakiata, Chieftain of the Tasalio Tribe