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In times of great trouble, a [[Cleric]] can call down the '''Divine Wrath''' of their patron. Based upon the strength of the caster's devotion, the displeasure of their deity may strike multiple foes, in up to three 'attack frames'. The wise cleric will remember, however, that their deity will strike harder against those that they most despise.
In times of great trouble, a [[Cleric]] can call down the '''Divine Wrath''' of their patron. Based upon the strength of the caster's devotion, the displeasure of their deity may strike multiple foes, in up to three 'attack frames'. The wise cleric will remember, however, that their deity will strike harder against those that they most despise.
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== Damage Modifiers ==
== Damage Modifiers ==
The caster's [[CONVERT (verb)|CONVERT]] status is a major factor for damage, as most patrons will cause a cleric to deal more damage to creatures that other spells granted by the deity do. Specifically, the first effect of each attack frame does damage based on whether the deity is [[Smite (302)|Smite/Bane]] aligned and whether the creature is living or undead (Koar is an exception to this, as his Wrath seems to strike both equally). The second effect is a critical strike based upon the specific deity, based on the type of damage favored by the cleric's deity, as in [[Divine Fury (317)|Divine Fury]]'s flares.
The caster's [[CONVERT (verb)|CONVERT]] status is a major factor for damage, as most patrons will cause a cleric to deal more damage to creatures that other spells granted by the deity do. Specifically, the first effect of each attack frame does damage based on whether the deity is [[Smite (302)|Smite/Bane]] aligned and whether the creature is living or undead (Koar is an exception to this, as his Wrath seems to strike both equally). The second effect is a critical strike based upon the specific deity, based on the type of damage favored by the cleric's deity, as in [[Divine Fury (317)|Divine Fury]]'s flares. Training in [[Spiritual Lore, Summoning]] increases the damage done by the second effect of each attack frame.


== Number of Frames ==
Training in [[Spiritual Lore, Summoning]] increases the damage done by the second effect of each attack frame.

The number of attack frames is determined by the caster's training in [[Spiritual Lore, Religion]]. Twenty ranks provide a second attack frame, while forty ranks provide a third.


== Number of Targets ==
== Number of Targets ==
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== Time Delay ==
== Time Delay ==
Drawing upon the wrath of one's patron is not a minor thing, and requires time both before and after to seek the attention of the deity or recover, as appropriate. The time it takes before the first attack frame can be lessened by training [[Spiritual Lore, Summoning]], while the time between frames is lessened via Spiritual Mana Control.
Drawing upon the wrath of one's patron is not a minor thing, and requires time both before and after to seek the attention of the deity or recover, as appropriate. The time it takes before the first attack frame, as well as the delay between frames, can be lessened by training [[Spiritual Lore, Summoning]].


After casting, there is a delay during which the Cleric cannot recast the spell. This is based upon the number of attacks that the Divine Wrath made, and is reduced by Spiritual Mana Control training, as that makes them a more-perfect conduit.
After casting, there is a delay during which the Cleric cannot recast the spell. This is based upon the number of attacks that the Divine Wrath made, and is reduced by Spiritual Mana Control training, as that makes them a more-perfect conduit.
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;[[Charl]]
;[[Charl]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to Charl, you know that you are heard. A briny gust of sea breeze swirls around you, and your skin tingles with electrical energy.
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:A deafening thunderclap splits the air! Rather than fading away, the sound's echoes grow, and they gather into a rhythmic, crashing pulse like the sound of storm-tossed waves breaking on a desolate shore. The power of Charl has answered your prayer.

:White sparks flicker around you, and you sense electrical energy gathering in the instant before a massive bolt of lightning spears toward a minotaur magus.

:A final rumble of thunder rolls through the area, and, as its last echoes fade away, your skin ceases to tingle as your connection to Charl lessens.


;[[Cholen]]
;[[Cholen]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to Cholen, you know that you are heard. Sudden heady joy courses through you, lifting your heart and strengthening your spirit, and your mouth fills with the taste of exquisitely fine wine. You feel yourself grinning in spite of yourself.
:{{addmetext}}

:The sound of laughter and music dances through the air, and, from the corner of your eye, you glimpse the forms of bright-garbed harlequins turning somersaults and tossing juggling balls back and forth -- but it is impossible to catch even one jester with a straight-on glance, for the celebratory spirits fade into memory as soon as you spy them. The power of Cholen has answered your prayer.

:A throwing knife formed of shimmering golden light hurtles from the hand of one of the spirit jesters toward <target>.

:Your connection to Cholen lessens. The airy, brisk trill of a well-played fife and a quick cymbal crash heralds the departure of the spirit jesters.


;[[Eonak]]
;[[Eonak]]
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;[[Imaera]]
;[[Imaera]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to Imaera, you know that you are heard. The deep, quiet anger of the wilderness awakens within you, and you smell forest loam and hear the sound of wind passing through tree branches.
:{{addmetext}}

:As the ground trembles, you know that the power of Imaera has answered your prayer, and you sense the forms of animal spirits running past unseen.

:A brown stag materializes in midair, leaping out of nowhere to try to impale <target> upon its magnificent antlers!
:Almost even before the attack is complete, the stag leaps away as swiftly as it came and vanishes into the nothingness from which it sprang, allowing no time for retaliation.

: You sense the last of the spirit animals running away unseen, and the aroma of forest loam fades as your connection to Imaera lessens.


;[[Jastev]]
;[[Jastev]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to Jastev, you know that you are heard. A deep awareness of the ephemeral quality of the world fills you, and a man's low voice whispers into your ear, "This, like all things, shall pass."
:{{addmetext}}

:Iridescent lights begin to swirl around you, each as brilliant as the finest paints an artist could buy -- malachite, lapis, ruby, saffron, umber, orchid, and a thousand other shades, as if you were wrapped in the center of a rainbow. The power of Jastev has answered your prayer.

:A beam of vermilion light lances away from the rainbow around you to strike an ancient niirsha, bathing the <target> in colored radiance.

:A beam of cerulean light lances away from the rainbow around you to strike an ancient niirsha, bathing the <target> in colored radiance.

:The iridescent lights surrounding you pop like soap bubbles, one by one, until the last one bursts in a small flare of starry radiance and is gone. Your connection to Jastev lessens.


;[[Kai]]
;[[Kai]]
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:Your connection to Koar lessens, and the divine light fades around you. The ground shudders one last time before falling still.
:Your connection to Koar lessens, and the divine light fades around you. The ground shudders one last time before falling still.



;[[Lorminstra]]
;[[Lorminstra]]
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;[[Tonis]]
;[[Tonis]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to Tonis, a great wind sweeps into the area, causing everything in the vicinity to blow about wildly.
:{{addmetext}}

:As the wind continues to whip about, the world seems to slow down around you, and you are aware of a spiritual presence nearby, although you cannot manage to catch more than a fleeting golden blur in your vision. The power of Tonis has answered your prayer.

:Accompanied by a particularly impressive gust of wind, a fleeting golden blur flashes past a <target>.

:You glimpse the golden blur one last time, but then you lose track of it entirely as your connection to Tonis lessens. The wind's force lessens as well, and then the air falls still.


=== Pantheon of Neutrality ===
=== Pantheon of Neutrality ===
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:From the corner of your eye, you glimpse slight motion. Although you still can perceive sound, no sounds seem important when compared to the silence at the center of your being. The power of Gosaena has answered your prayer.
:From the corner of your eye, you glimpse slight motion. Although you still can perceive sound, no sounds seem important when compared to the silence at the center of your being. The power of Gosaena has answered your prayer.


:An etheral pair of feathered white wings materializes from midair and closes around a <target>.
:An ethereal pair of feathered white wings materializes from midair and closes around <target>.


:You realize that you had ceased to hear the sound of your own heartbeat only when you become aware of it again, and other sounds filter back into your awareness as well. Warmth returns to your body as your connection to Gosaena lessens.
:You realize that you had ceased to hear the sound of your own heartbeat only when you become aware of it again, and other sounds filter back into your awareness as well. Warmth returns to your body as your connection to Gosaena lessens.


;[[Zelia]]
;[[Zelia]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to Zelia, you know that you are heard. Something inside your head snaps, and with unnatural clarity you see three crescent moons gleen to life just above your head. You sense great wisdom waiting to be unlocked.
:{{addmetext}}

:Chaotic visions and marvelous images flicker around you as the outside world slips farther and farther away from your awareness. What does it matter, anyway, when you are so close to [''the great wisdom is randomized... examples:'' creating the proper interpretation of chocolate; abdicating the post of moldy cheese]. The power of Zelia has answered your prayer.

:''Randomized attack messaging... examples:''

:You notice <target> nearby. How marvelous! You command the moon Liabo to tattoo blue lines on your ankle.

:You notice <target> nearby. How marvelous! You command some lilies of the valley to set it on fire.

:You notice <target> nearby. How marvelous! You command the bartender to keep it in the aviary.
:You notice <target> nearby. How marvelous! You command seventeen will'o'the'wisps to mop the floor.

:Suddenly, the important insights slip away, leaving you drained and exhausted as you plummet back to a more mundane state of mind. Your throat and sides are slightly sore, and your cheeks are wet with tears. Your connection to Zelia has lessened.


=== Pantheon of Lornon ===
=== Pantheon of Lornon ===
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;[[Eorgina]]
;[[Eorgina]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to Eorgina, you know that you are heard. Your own will shrivels like a dry autumn leaf in a firestorm as the dark Arkati's power sweeps through you.
:{{addmetext}}

:Midnight black flames, sparkling and shimmering like the darkest diamonds ever mined, rise from the ground in a wide circle around you. You feel the deadly heat, but your skin remains dry beneath it.

:Shimmering black flames lash out toward a giant rat, encircling the rat in their deadly grasp.
CS: +357 - TD: +3 + CvA: +25 + d100: +93 == +472
Warding failed!
... and hits for 186 points of damage!

:Your connection to Eorgina lessens, and the black flames instantly vanish, leaving you stranded and bereft of the presence of the Arkati's power.
The strain of channeling so much power leaves you feeling weakened and feeble.



;[[Fash'lo'nae]]
;[[Fash'lo'nae]]
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;[[Luukos]]
;[[Luukos]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to Luukos, you know that you are heard. Your skin prickles slightly all over your body, and a deep, resonant hiss echoes through your skull.
:{{addmetext}}

:An agonized, bitter moan echoes through the area from an unseen source, and a dark emerald radiance ripples through the air around you. The power of Luukos has answered your prayer.

:Long, spectral talons materialize from midair to tear viciously at the body of a triton executioner!

:A spectral howl echoes through the air, resonant with pain and anguish. Your skin prickles again as your connection to Luukos lessens.


;[[Marlu]]
;[[Marlu]]
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:A tendril of black mist suddenly senses the proximity of <target>. The mist expands into a large, quickly moving, highly lethal cloud that rapidly surrounds <target>, obliterating it from view.
:A tendril of black mist suddenly senses the proximity of <target>. The mist expands into a large, quickly moving, highly lethal cloud that rapidly surrounds <target>, obliterating it from view.


:The tendrils of black mist dissolve back into nothingness as your connection to Marlu lessens.
:'''(end messaging missing)'''


;[[Mularos]]
;[[Mularos]]
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;[[Sheru]]
;[[Sheru]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to Sheru, you know that you are heard. The world darkens around you, casting everything into a murky shadow.
:{{addmetext}}
:Visible only at the corner of your vision, you glimpse a pair of dark amber eyes watching from the shadows, and a low, deliberate growl seethes slowly through the air from no discernable source. The power of Sheru has answered you.
:<target> looks distinctly nervous, shifting its weight and peering around.
:Suddenly, <target> tries to bolt away, but instead smashes into a wall of spectral force hidden within the shadows!
:Your connection to Sheru lessens, and the murky shadows brought by your appeal fade away, yet the feeling of being watched does not. On any night, in any dream or nightmare, those amber eyes will follow you endlessly... but such is the prize and the price of your devotion.


;[[V'tull]]
;[[V'tull]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to V'tull, you know that you are heard. A sudden wave of bloodlust rages through you, and the world drops away into the black haze of a berserker's frenzy.
:{{addmetext}}

:From within the dark well of bloodlust, you thrill with berserker's ecstasy as you feel the power of V'tull respond to your prayer. The weapon you need to satisfy your bloodlust materializes before you -- a jet black scimitar that hangs in midair and responds to your pure will.

:Divine will surges through you, and you command the scimitar to strike at <target>.

:As your faith overcomes <target>'s weakened defenses, you sense the ecstatic bloodlust of the Berserker flowing through you.


=== Lesser Spirits ===
=== Lesser Spirits ===


;[[Aeia]]
;[[Aeia]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to Aeia, you know that you are heard. You smell the exotic scents of jungle flowers and feel a comforting presence nearby.
:{{addmetext}}

:As the scent of blossoming lilies fills your senses, a light green glow forms around you and coalesces into living jungle vines that twine over your shoulders and down your arms. They rest as lightly as a second skin, feeling almost like another part of your body. The power of Aeia has answered your prayer.

:You sense a surge of vital growth among the vines that cloak your shoulders. Suddenly, a long, leafy vine shoots out and tries to wrap around a hill troll.

:As your connection to Aeia lessens, the jungle vines dissolve back into light green radiance, and the radiance seeps softly into your skin.


;[[Amasalen]]
;[[Amasalen]]
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;[[The Huntress]]
;[[The Huntress]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to the Huntress, you feel briefly sick and dizzy as you sense a flow of venom pulsing through your arteries and veins. The sickness and venom vanish entirely after only a second, and you feel more awake and alert.
:{{addmetext}}

:Silvery light briefly glimmers over everything that surrounds you, and a wave of carefully controlled anger that is not your own emotion tunes your pulse to a low, steady thrumming. You are little more than a channel for the source of the emotion that stares around through your eyes. The power of the Huntress has answered your prayer.

:A silver-bladed scythe materializes from thin air, spinning end over end as it hurtles toward <target>!

:As your connection to the Huntress lessens, the foreign anger that lent you strength passes from your body as well, and your heartbeat returns to its regular pace.


;[[Jaston]]
;[[Jaston]]
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;[[Laethe]]
;[[Laethe]]
:As you pour your soul into an appeal to Laethe, you know that you are heard. You feel a brief, cool pressure on your brow, like a kiss of benediction.
:{{addmetext}}

:Ethereal shadowy black roses sprout from the ground in a wide ring around you, twisting and twining about as they grow. The power of Laethe has answered your prayer.

:A shadowy black rose touches a forest troll and wraps immediately about it, struggling to force its long, barbed thorns into the troll.
:You feel the kiss of benediction once more upon your brow, and then your connection to Laethe lessens. The shadowy black roses dissolve into tendrils of black, rose-scented smoke that dissipate rapidly.

:''Looking at a ring of ethereal black roses'': Wickedly sharp thorns glimmer among the shadowy petals and tangled vines.

:''Touching a ring of ethereal black roses'': The thorns avoid your flesh as you reach past the brambles, and your fingertips caress the silky softness of a rose petal.


;[[Leya]]
;[[Leya]]
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:A shimmer in the air precedes the materialization of a pillar of swirling, blue-green water as tall as a giantman not far away from you. From somewhere in the center of the pillar comes a haunting, wordless threnody. The power of Niima has answered your prayer.
:A shimmer in the air precedes the materialization of a pillar of swirling, blue-green water as tall as a giantman not far away from you. From somewhere in the center of the pillar comes a haunting, wordless threnody. The power of Niima has answered your prayer.


:As the song from the pillar of water crescendos, it reaches a pitch that normally only trained bards can achieve, and the intense waves of elegant sound focus upon a <target>.
:As the song from the pillar of water crescendos, it reaches a pitch that normally only trained bards can achieve, and the intense waves of elegant sound focus upon <target>.


:The singing from the watery pillar begins to fade as your connection to Niima lessens. The pillar thins, then suddenly drops with a great splash! You are utterly drenched in water.
:The singing from the watery pillar begins to fade as your connection to Niima lessens. The pillar thins, then suddenly drops with a great splash! You are utterly drenched in water.


:''Pillar'': The pillar stands as tall as a full-grown giantman. It is not possible to see through it, despite its translucent nature, for gazing into the pillar reveals the same cool, blue-green depths that stretch down through the fathoms of a sunlit sea. Shimmering, sleek forms chase one another through the swirling currents at its center, but it is impossible to spy any of them long enough to determine its precise nature.
:''Looking at the pillar'': The pillar stands as tall as a full-grown giantman. It is not possible to see through it, despite its translucent nature, for gazing into the pillar reveals the same cool, blue-green depths that stretch down through the fathoms of a sunlit sea. Shimmering, sleek forms chase one another through the swirling currents at its center, but it is impossible to spy any of them long enough to determine its precise nature.


:''Caster touching the pillar'': The swirling currents yield readily to your hand, and you reach into the pillar of water. One of the shimmering forms darting through the pillar's blue-green depths draws curiously near, and you briefly glimpse the curious silver eyes of the water spirit in the instant before it loses interest and returns to its play.
:''Caster touching the pillar'': The swirling currents yield readily to your hand, and you reach into the pillar of water. One of the shimmering forms darting through the pillar's blue-green depths draws curiously near, and you briefly glimpse the curious silver eyes of the water spirit in the instant before it loses interest and returns to its play.
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:You feel the kiss of benediction once more upon your brow, and then your connection to Voaris lessens. One of the glowing golden roses lights with scarlet flame, and the fire spreads rapidly down the vine until every rose is burning. The flames consume the roses swiftly and without smoke, until, in less than a second, the roses are gone entirely.
:You feel the kiss of benediction once more upon your brow, and then your connection to Voaris lessens. One of the glowing golden roses lights with scarlet flame, and the fire spreads rapidly down the vine until every rose is burning. The flames consume the roses swiftly and without smoke, until, in less than a second, the roses are gone entirely.

:''Caster touching roses'': Warmth flows up your hand as your fingertips caress the silky softness of a rose petal.

:''Looking at roses'': Not even one thorn adorns the thick stalks of the gracefully coiling roses. The wide-petalled blossoms are sunlight yellow in hue, and a soft radiance encircles each one.


;[[Voln]]
;[[Voln]]
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=== Pantheon of Liabo ===
=== Pantheon of Liabo ===

;[[Cholen]]
:A sudden smile crosses <Caster's> face and broadens into an infectious, easy grin.

:The sound of laughter and music dances through the air, and something brightly colored flickers at the edges of your vision.

:You glimpse movement at the corner of your eye right before a throwing knife formed of golden light hurtles toward <target>.

:The trill of the fife and the crash of cymbals echo through the air from no apparent source, and then the peculiar, colorful flickering at the edges of your vision goes away.


;[[Lumnis]]
;[[Lumnis]]
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:The ambient air temperature plummets, and every sound seems slightly muffled as the cold bites into your skin.
:The ambient air temperature plummets, and every sound seems slightly muffled as the cold bites into your skin.


:An etheral pair of feathered white wings materializes from midair and closes around <target>.
:An ethereal pair of feathered white wings materializes from midair and closes around <target>.


:The ice blue radiance flickers one last time in <caster>'s eyes before vanishing like a candle flame. Warmth returns to the air, and the sounds you hear no longer seem muffled.
:The ice blue radiance flickers one last time in <caster>'s eyes before vanishing like a candle flame. Warmth returns to the air, and the sounds you hear no longer seem muffled.


:''Looking at the caster'': Ice blue radiance flickers in the depths of <caster>'s eyes, and his expression is like fine porcelain in its intense calm.
:''Looking at the caster'': Ice blue radiance flickers in the depths of <caster>'s eyes, and his expression is like fine porcelain in its intense calm.

=== Pantheon of Lornon ===

;[[Eorgina]]

:XXX's lips twist in a cruel sneer as she straightens her back and glances around arrogantly. All light seems to dim, and the shadows cluster most densely around XXX.

:Midnight black flames, sparkling and shimmering like the darkest diamonds ever mined, rise from the ground in a wide circle around XXX. The fire is searingly hot, but XXX seems oblivious to the heat.

:Shimmering black flames lash out toward a giant rat, encircling the rat in their deadly grasp.

:Abruptly, the black flames around XXX wink out, leaving not even a wisp of smoke behind.

;[[Sheru]]

:Darkness settles over the area, spreading outward from <caster> to cast everything into a murky shadow.
:A deep, low-pitched growl seethes slowly through the air, and you have the distinct feeling that something is watching you from the depths of the murky shadow.
:<target> looks distinctly nervous, shifting its weight and peering around.
:Suddenly, <target> tries to bolt away, but instead smashes into a wall of spectral force hidden within the shadows!
:The murky shadow slowly lifts from the area, and the feeling of being watched passes gradually away.

;[[V'tull]]
:<Caster> lets out a hoarse, ragged cry of bloodlust, and black haze films his eyes.

:A jet black scimitar coalesces in front of <Caster>, and he fixes his black-filmed eyes on it with the expression of a fanatic witnessing a divine miracle.

:As <Caster> lets out a furious, hungry howl, the jet black scimitar hanging in the air beside him whirls through the air to strike at <target>.


=== Lesser Spirits ===
=== Lesser Spirits ===
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:''Caster touching the pillar'': <Caster> touches the blue-green pillar of water, and his hand sinks easily into its surface. There is a flash of silver within the pillar near him.
:''Caster touching the pillar'': <Caster> touches the blue-green pillar of water, and his hand sinks easily into its surface. There is a flash of silver within the pillar near him.

;[[Voaris]]
:The image of a stylized scarlet rose appears on <Caster's> forehead, glowing softly.

:Luminescent golden roses sprout from the ground in a wide ring around <Caster>, twisting and twining about as they grow.

:A glowing golden rose touches <Target> and bursts into scarlet flame!

:One of the glowing golden roses lights with scarlet flame, and the fire spreads with astonishing speed down the vine until every rose is burning. The flames consume the roses swiftly and without smoke, until, in less than a second, the roses are gone entirely. The scarlet rose mark vanishes from <Caster's> forehead.

:''Looking at caster'': A stylized scarlet rose mark glows softly on her forehead.


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Latest revision as of 20:47, 28 August 2017

This version of this spell is deprecated and is no longer implemented. Information in this article is presented for historical reference only.



In times of great trouble, a Cleric can call down the Divine Wrath of their patron. Based upon the strength of the caster's devotion, the displeasure of their deity may strike multiple foes, in up to three 'attack frames'. The wise cleric will remember, however, that their deity will strike harder against those that they most despise.

A cleric without a declared deity may still call upon the wrath of the Heavens, but doing so is more taxing and forces the cleric to kneel before the awesome power of the divine.

Damage Modifiers

The caster's CONVERT status is a major factor for damage, as most patrons will cause a cleric to deal more damage to creatures that other spells granted by the deity do. Specifically, the first effect of each attack frame does damage based on whether the deity is Smite/Bane aligned and whether the creature is living or undead (Koar is an exception to this, as his Wrath seems to strike both equally). The second effect is a critical strike based upon the specific deity, based on the type of damage favored by the cleric's deity, as in Divine Fury's flares. Training in Spiritual Lore, Summoning increases the damage done by the second effect of each attack frame.

Number of Frames

The number of attack frames is determined by the caster's training in Spiritual Lore, Religion. Twenty ranks provide a second attack frame, while forty ranks provide a third.

Number of Targets

The maximum number of targets affected per frame is based upon the caster's training in Spiritual Mana Control.

Time Delay

Drawing upon the wrath of one's patron is not a minor thing, and requires time both before and after to seek the attention of the deity or recover, as appropriate. The time it takes before the first attack frame, as well as the delay between frames, can be lessened by training Spiritual Lore, Summoning.

After casting, there is a delay during which the Cleric cannot recast the spell. This is based upon the number of attacks that the Divine Wrath made, and is reduced by Spiritual Mana Control training, as that makes them a more-perfect conduit.

Miscellaneous Notes

  • Creatures not slain in a previous frame will be retargeted for the subsequent frames, but creatures killed free up a spot for a new target.
  • Moving from the room terminates the spell. This incurs the delay as if zero targets were attacked.

Deity-Specific Messaging (Caster's View)

The choice of patron deity controls the type of flares received.

Pantheon of Liabo

Charl
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Charl, you know that you are heard. A briny gust of sea breeze swirls around you, and your skin tingles with electrical energy.
A deafening thunderclap splits the air! Rather than fading away, the sound's echoes grow, and they gather into a rhythmic, crashing pulse like the sound of storm-tossed waves breaking on a desolate shore. The power of Charl has answered your prayer.
White sparks flicker around you, and you sense electrical energy gathering in the instant before a massive bolt of lightning spears toward a minotaur magus.
A final rumble of thunder rolls through the area, and, as its last echoes fade away, your skin ceases to tingle as your connection to Charl lessens.
Cholen
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Cholen, you know that you are heard. Sudden heady joy courses through you, lifting your heart and strengthening your spirit, and your mouth fills with the taste of exquisitely fine wine. You feel yourself grinning in spite of yourself.
The sound of laughter and music dances through the air, and, from the corner of your eye, you glimpse the forms of bright-garbed harlequins turning somersaults and tossing juggling balls back and forth -- but it is impossible to catch even one jester with a straight-on glance, for the celebratory spirits fade into memory as soon as you spy them. The power of Cholen has answered your prayer.
A throwing knife formed of shimmering golden light hurtles from the hand of one of the spirit jesters toward <target>.
Your connection to Cholen lessens. The airy, brisk trill of a well-played fife and a quick cymbal crash heralds the departure of the spirit jesters.
Eonak
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Eonak, you know that you are heard. You feel heat against your face like the heat of a forge close at hand as a faint ruddy haze swirls into existence.
The reddish haze shifts and solidifies into the image of a short, stocky, copper-skinned man bending over an anvil. He pays no attention to you or to anything around you, but you know that the power of Eonak has answered your prayer.
Within the reddish haze swirling beside <target>, the man brings his forging-hammer sharply down upon the anvil, producing a loud clang.
The ruddy haze near you dissipates, and the sound of the forging hammer dies away. As the forge-fire's heat leaves your skin, your connection to Eonak lessens.
Imaera
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Imaera, you know that you are heard. The deep, quiet anger of the wilderness awakens within you, and you smell forest loam and hear the sound of wind passing through tree branches.
As the ground trembles, you know that the power of Imaera has answered your prayer, and you sense the forms of animal spirits running past unseen.
A brown stag materializes in midair, leaping out of nowhere to try to impale <target> upon its magnificent antlers!
Almost even before the attack is complete, the stag leaps away as swiftly as it came and vanishes into the nothingness from which it sprang, allowing no time for retaliation.
You sense the last of the spirit animals running away unseen, and the aroma of forest loam fades as your connection to Imaera lessens.
Jastev
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Jastev, you know that you are heard. A deep awareness of the ephemeral quality of the world fills you, and a man's low voice whispers into your ear, "This, like all things, shall pass."
Iridescent lights begin to swirl around you, each as brilliant as the finest paints an artist could buy -- malachite, lapis, ruby, saffron, umber, orchid, and a thousand other shades, as if you were wrapped in the center of a rainbow. The power of Jastev has answered your prayer.
A beam of vermilion light lances away from the rainbow around you to strike an ancient niirsha, bathing the <target> in colored radiance.
A beam of cerulean light lances away from the rainbow around you to strike an ancient niirsha, bathing the <target> in colored radiance.
The iridescent lights surrounding you pop like soap bubbles, one by one, until the last one bursts in a small flare of starry radiance and is gone. Your connection to Jastev lessens.
Kai
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Koar
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Koar, you know that you are heard. Heady power washes through your body as divine golden light encircles you.
The ground shivers and trembles restlessly underfoot, and you sense incredible power and strength focusing upon your surroundings. The power of Koar has answered your prayer.
An aura of divine golden light blazes into existence around <target>.
Your connection to Koar lessens, and the divine light fades around you. The ground shudders one last time before falling still.
Lorminstra
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Lorminstra, the image of a snow-covered forest with an open ebon gate at its center flashes through your mind, and the cold of winter slowly settles into your bones.
It begins to snow -- small, white, faintly glowing snowflakes that appear immediately overhead and drift delicately down to dissolve as soon as they strike the ground. Several strike your skin, and, instead of melting, they only deepen the icy chill that resides within your marrow. The power of Lorminstra has answered your prayer.
As several faintly glowing snowflakes settle upon <target>, they ignite with cold white flame.
As your connection to Lorminstra lessens, the snowflakes stop falling, and the few that still cling to you melt away. The icy cold gradually lifts from your body.
Lumnis
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Lumnis, you know that you are heard. As insight floods through you, the world around you seems misty and immaterial.
As divine wisdom illuminates all things around you, you gain a greater understanding of the frail, tenuous nature of existence and the beauty within that fragility. The power of Lumnis has answered your prayer.
Guided by the knowledge within you, you concentrate upon <target>, and, by strength of will alone, you expose the natural weaknesses of <target>.
As your connection to Lumnis lessens, the world of divine insight slips away from you, destroying the subtle understanding that you so briefly managed to grasp.
Oleani
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Phoen
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Ronan
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Ronan, you know that you are heard. Dreamlike lassitude fills your body, and everything darkens around you.
Your vision splits and twins -- with one sight, you see the world around you, and, with the other, you see a wide, barren plain stretching away beneath a midnight sky. The silhouetted forms of pure black unicorns run soundlessly toward you across the dreaming plain. The power of Ronan has answered your prayer.
Seen only by your spirit gaze, one of the dream unicorns lowers its head and charges fiercely toward <target>! Just before impact, the unicorn's horn glows fiercely amber in hue.
You lose sight of the dream unicorns and the barren plain upon which they run as your connection to Ronan lessens. The waking world seems brighter again as the sense of dreamlike lassitude leaves you.
Tonis
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Tonis, a great wind sweeps into the area, causing everything in the vicinity to blow about wildly.
As the wind continues to whip about, the world seems to slow down around you, and you are aware of a spiritual presence nearby, although you cannot manage to catch more than a fleeting golden blur in your vision. The power of Tonis has answered your prayer.
Accompanied by a particularly impressive gust of wind, a fleeting golden blur flashes past a <target>.
You glimpse the golden blur one last time, but then you lose track of it entirely as your connection to Tonis lessens. The wind's force lessens as well, and then the air falls still.

Pantheon of Neutrality

Gosaena
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Gosaena, you know that you are heard. Everything around you seems to slow down as a deep, biting chill sinks through your skin and into your very heart.
From the corner of your eye, you glimpse slight motion. Although you still can perceive sound, no sounds seem important when compared to the silence at the center of your being. The power of Gosaena has answered your prayer.
An ethereal pair of feathered white wings materializes from midair and closes around <target>.
You realize that you had ceased to hear the sound of your own heartbeat only when you become aware of it again, and other sounds filter back into your awareness as well. Warmth returns to your body as your connection to Gosaena lessens.
Zelia
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Zelia, you know that you are heard. Something inside your head snaps, and with unnatural clarity you see three crescent moons gleen to life just above your head. You sense great wisdom waiting to be unlocked.
Chaotic visions and marvelous images flicker around you as the outside world slips farther and farther away from your awareness. What does it matter, anyway, when you are so close to [the great wisdom is randomized... examples: creating the proper interpretation of chocolate; abdicating the post of moldy cheese]. The power of Zelia has answered your prayer.
Randomized attack messaging... examples:
You notice <target> nearby. How marvelous! You command the moon Liabo to tattoo blue lines on your ankle.
You notice <target> nearby. How marvelous! You command some lilies of the valley to set it on fire.
You notice <target> nearby. How marvelous! You command the bartender to keep it in the aviary.
You notice <target> nearby. How marvelous! You command seventeen will'o'the'wisps to mop the floor.
Suddenly, the important insights slip away, leaving you drained and exhausted as you plummet back to a more mundane state of mind. Your throat and sides are slightly sore, and your cheeks are wet with tears. Your connection to Zelia has lessened.

Pantheon of Lornon

Andelas
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Eorgina
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Eorgina, you know that you are heard. Your own will shrivels like a dry autumn leaf in a firestorm as the dark Arkati's power sweeps through you.
Midnight black flames, sparkling and shimmering like the darkest diamonds ever mined, rise from the ground in a wide circle around you. You feel the deadly heat, but your skin remains dry beneath it.
Shimmering black flames lash out toward a giant rat, encircling the rat in their deadly grasp.
 CS: +357 - TD: +3 + CvA: +25 + d100: +93 == +472
 Warding failed!
  ... and hits for 186 points of damage!
Your connection to Eorgina lessens, and the black flames instantly vanish, leaving you stranded and bereft of the presence of the Arkati's power.

The strain of channeling so much power leaves you feeling weakened and feeble.


Fash'lo'nae
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Ivas
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Luukos
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Luukos, you know that you are heard. Your skin prickles slightly all over your body, and a deep, resonant hiss echoes through your skull.
An agonized, bitter moan echoes through the area from an unseen source, and a dark emerald radiance ripples through the air around you. The power of Luukos has answered your prayer.
Long, spectral talons materialize from midair to tear viciously at the body of a triton executioner!
A spectral howl echoes through the air, resonant with pain and anguish. Your skin prickles again as your connection to Luukos lessens.
Marlu
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Marlu, you know that you are heard. Everything wavers slightly, and your forehead stings as if it were touched by a drop of some caustic liquid, but the pain lasts less than a second.
Tendrils of seeping black mist materialize at a safe distance away from you. A great awareness of their incredibly lethal power presses into your mind as the tendrils begin to shift and coil about in search of prey. The power of Marlu has answered your prayer.
A tendril of black mist suddenly senses the proximity of <target>. The mist expands into a large, quickly moving, highly lethal cloud that rapidly surrounds <target>, obliterating it from view.
The tendrils of black mist dissolve back into nothingness as your connection to Marlu lessens.
Mularos
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Mularos, you know that you are heard. The sting of an unseen triple lash blazes across your face, and, as blood drips slowly down your cheek, you feel the touch of an invisible hand resting lightly against your throat.
The touch of the ethereal hand against your throat grows colder, and the sensation shifts to encircle your neck like a collar. Before this manifestation of divine will, you are helpless, and you are helpless as well as the very air around you solidifies into a barbed whip, coiling and shifting restlessly. The power of Mularos has answered your prayer.
The ethereal barbed whip that lies loosely coiled around you uncoils at terrifying speed. It snaps out toward <target>!
As your connection to Mularos lessens, the cold, invisible collar locked about your throat fades into a compassionate caress, and a similar caress traces its way across the side of your cheek. Beneath that gentle touch, the wounds upon your face heal immediately. The ethereal barbed whip twitches one last time before dissolving back into air.
Sheru
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Sheru, you know that you are heard. The world darkens around you, casting everything into a murky shadow.
Visible only at the corner of your vision, you glimpse a pair of dark amber eyes watching from the shadows, and a low, deliberate growl seethes slowly through the air from no discernable source. The power of Sheru has answered you.
<target> looks distinctly nervous, shifting its weight and peering around.
Suddenly, <target> tries to bolt away, but instead smashes into a wall of spectral force hidden within the shadows!
Your connection to Sheru lessens, and the murky shadows brought by your appeal fade away, yet the feeling of being watched does not. On any night, in any dream or nightmare, those amber eyes will follow you endlessly... but such is the prize and the price of your devotion.
V'tull
As you pour your soul into an appeal to V'tull, you know that you are heard. A sudden wave of bloodlust rages through you, and the world drops away into the black haze of a berserker's frenzy.
From within the dark well of bloodlust, you thrill with berserker's ecstasy as you feel the power of V'tull respond to your prayer. The weapon you need to satisfy your bloodlust materializes before you -- a jet black scimitar that hangs in midair and responds to your pure will.
Divine will surges through you, and you command the scimitar to strike at <target>.
As your faith overcomes <target>'s weakened defenses, you sense the ecstatic bloodlust of the Berserker flowing through you.

Lesser Spirits

Aeia
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Aeia, you know that you are heard. You smell the exotic scents of jungle flowers and feel a comforting presence nearby.
As the scent of blossoming lilies fills your senses, a light green glow forms around you and coalesces into living jungle vines that twine over your shoulders and down your arms. They rest as lightly as a second skin, feeling almost like another part of your body. The power of Aeia has answered your prayer.
You sense a surge of vital growth among the vines that cloak your shoulders. Suddenly, a long, leafy vine shoots out and tries to wrap around a hill troll.
As your connection to Aeia lessens, the jungle vines dissolve back into light green radiance, and the radiance seeps softly into your skin.
Amasalen
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Arachne
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The Huntress
As you pour your soul into an appeal to the Huntress, you feel briefly sick and dizzy as you sense a flow of venom pulsing through your arteries and veins. The sickness and venom vanish entirely after only a second, and you feel more awake and alert.
Silvery light briefly glimmers over everything that surrounds you, and a wave of carefully controlled anger that is not your own emotion tunes your pulse to a low, steady thrumming. You are little more than a channel for the source of the emotion that stares around through your eyes. The power of the Huntress has answered your prayer.
A silver-bladed scythe materializes from thin air, spinning end over end as it hurtles toward <target>!
As your connection to the Huntress lessens, the foreign anger that lent you strength passes from your body as well, and your heartbeat returns to its regular pace.
Jaston
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Kuon
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Laethe
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Laethe, you know that you are heard. You feel a brief, cool pressure on your brow, like a kiss of benediction.
Ethereal shadowy black roses sprout from the ground in a wide ring around you, twisting and twining about as they grow. The power of Laethe has answered your prayer.
A shadowy black rose touches a forest troll and wraps immediately about it, struggling to force its long, barbed thorns into the troll.
You feel the kiss of benediction once more upon your brow, and then your connection to Laethe lessens. The shadowy black roses dissolve into tendrils of black, rose-scented smoke that dissipate rapidly.
Looking at a ring of ethereal black roses: Wickedly sharp thorns glimmer among the shadowy petals and tangled vines.
Touching a ring of ethereal black roses: The thorns avoid your flesh as you reach past the brambles, and your fingertips caress the silky softness of a rose petal.
Leya
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Leya, you know that you are heard. A wave of divine sorrow and anger washes through you, and, on the trailing end of that wave, and a rush of controlled power flows from your heart to your fingertips and toes.
An ivory light blossoms into existence around you.
A dagger of ivory light suddenly flashes away from the aura surrounding you to strike at <target>.
The ivory light around you fades and glimmers out, and the strength and control of your movements lessens along with your connection to Leya.
Niima
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Niima, you smell the fresh scent of a sea breeze, and you hear the cries of fenvaok overhead.
A shimmer in the air precedes the materialization of a pillar of swirling, blue-green water as tall as a giantman not far away from you. From somewhere in the center of the pillar comes a haunting, wordless threnody. The power of Niima has answered your prayer.
As the song from the pillar of water crescendos, it reaches a pitch that normally only trained bards can achieve, and the intense waves of elegant sound focus upon <target>.
The singing from the watery pillar begins to fade as your connection to Niima lessens. The pillar thins, then suddenly drops with a great splash! You are utterly drenched in water.
Looking at the pillar: The pillar stands as tall as a full-grown giantman. It is not possible to see through it, despite its translucent nature, for gazing into the pillar reveals the same cool, blue-green depths that stretch down through the fathoms of a sunlit sea. Shimmering, sleek forms chase one another through the swirling currents at its center, but it is impossible to spy any of them long enough to determine its precise nature.
Caster touching the pillar: The swirling currents yield readily to your hand, and you reach into the pillar of water. One of the shimmering forms darting through the pillar's blue-green depths draws curiously near, and you briefly glimpse the curious silver eyes of the water spirit in the instant before it loses interest and returns to its play.
Onar
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Onar, you know that you are heard. In the depths of your soul, you make the contract that will permit you a chance to obtain the death that you desire.
You sense the power of Onar near at hand.
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(end messaging missing)
Tilamaire
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Voaris
As you pour your soul into an appeal to Voaris, you know that you are heard. You feel a brief, warm pressure on your brow, like a kiss of benediction.
Luminescent golden roses sprout from the ground in a wide ring around you, twisting and twining about as they grow. The power of Voaris has answered your prayer.
A glowing golden rose touches <target> and bursts into scarlet flame!
You feel the kiss of benediction once more upon your brow, and then your connection to Voaris lessens. One of the glowing golden roses lights with scarlet flame, and the fire spreads rapidly down the vine until every rose is burning. The flames consume the roses swiftly and without smoke, until, in less than a second, the roses are gone entirely.
Caster touching roses: Warmth flows up your hand as your fingertips caress the silky softness of a rose petal.
Looking at roses: Not even one thorn adorns the thick stalks of the gracefully coiling roses. The wide-petalled blossoms are sunlight yellow in hue, and a soft radiance encircles each one.
Voln
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Deity-Specific Messaging (Third-Person View)

This is what others see.

Pantheon of Liabo

Cholen
A sudden smile crosses <Caster's> face and broadens into an infectious, easy grin.
The sound of laughter and music dances through the air, and something brightly colored flickers at the edges of your vision.
You glimpse movement at the corner of your eye right before a throwing knife formed of golden light hurtles toward <target>.
The trill of the fife and the crash of cymbals echo through the air from no apparent source, and then the peculiar, colorful flickering at the edges of your vision goes away.
Lumnis
<Caster> stares into the distance with an abstracted expression on her face.
Tendrils of soft grey mist curl around <caster>'s hands, and a matching pale grey light shimmers in her eyes.
As <caster> stares at <target>, the grey light in her eyes intensifies, and then tendrils of mist stretch from her hands to caress <target>.
The grey light dies from <caster>'s eyes, and the tendrils of soft grey mist surrounding her hands dissipate.

Pantheon of Neutrality

Gosaena
<Caster>'s expression grows calm and chill, and ice blue radiance flickers in the depths of his eyes.
The ambient air temperature plummets, and every sound seems slightly muffled as the cold bites into your skin.
An ethereal pair of feathered white wings materializes from midair and closes around <target>.
The ice blue radiance flickers one last time in <caster>'s eyes before vanishing like a candle flame. Warmth returns to the air, and the sounds you hear no longer seem muffled.
Looking at the caster: Ice blue radiance flickers in the depths of <caster>'s eyes, and his expression is like fine porcelain in its intense calm.

Pantheon of Lornon

Eorgina
XXX's lips twist in a cruel sneer as she straightens her back and glances around arrogantly. All light seems to dim, and the shadows cluster most densely around XXX.
Midnight black flames, sparkling and shimmering like the darkest diamonds ever mined, rise from the ground in a wide circle around XXX. The fire is searingly hot, but XXX seems oblivious to the heat.
Shimmering black flames lash out toward a giant rat, encircling the rat in their deadly grasp.
Abruptly, the black flames around XXX wink out, leaving not even a wisp of smoke behind.
Sheru
Darkness settles over the area, spreading outward from <caster> to cast everything into a murky shadow.
A deep, low-pitched growl seethes slowly through the air, and you have the distinct feeling that something is watching you from the depths of the murky shadow.
<target> looks distinctly nervous, shifting its weight and peering around.
Suddenly, <target> tries to bolt away, but instead smashes into a wall of spectral force hidden within the shadows!
The murky shadow slowly lifts from the area, and the feeling of being watched passes gradually away.
V'tull
<Caster> lets out a hoarse, ragged cry of bloodlust, and black haze films his eyes.
A jet black scimitar coalesces in front of <Caster>, and he fixes his black-filmed eyes on it with the expression of a fanatic witnessing a divine miracle.
As <Caster> lets out a furious, hungry howl, the jet black scimitar hanging in the air beside him whirls through the air to strike at <target>.

Lesser Spirits

Leya
<Caster>'s posture falls into a graceful fighting stance, and her movements are more controlled and executed with greater purpose.
An ivory light blossoms into existence around <caster>.
A dagger made of ivory light suddenly flashes away from <caster> to strike at <target>.
The ivory light fades from around <caster>, and her movements are somewhat slower and less controlled.
Niima
A fresh, sea-scented breeze washes past, and the cries of fenvaok sound overhead.
A shimmer in the air precedes the materialization of a pillar of swirling, blue-green water as tall as a giantman beside <caster>. From somewhere in the center of the pillar comes a haunting, wordless song.
As the song from the pillar of water beside <caster> crescendos, it reaches a pitch that normally only trained bards can achieve, and the intense waves of elegant sound focus upon <target>.
The singing from the watery pillar beside <caster> fades into silence. The pillar stands for a moment longer before dropping to the ground with a great splash! <Caster> is totally drenched, but you manage to avoid anything more than a few stray drops.
Caster touching the pillar: <Caster> touches the blue-green pillar of water, and his hand sinks easily into its surface. There is a flash of silver within the pillar near him.
Voaris
The image of a stylized scarlet rose appears on <Caster's> forehead, glowing softly.
Luminescent golden roses sprout from the ground in a wide ring around <Caster>, twisting and twining about as they grow.
A glowing golden rose touches <Target> and bursts into scarlet flame!
One of the glowing golden roses lights with scarlet flame, and the fire spreads with astonishing speed down the vine until every rose is burning. The flames consume the roses swiftly and without smoke, until, in less than a second, the roses are gone entirely. The scarlet rose mark vanishes from <Caster's> forehead.
Looking at caster: A stylized scarlet rose mark glows softly on her forehead.

External Links

Cleric Base Spell List: Divine Wrath, on Play.Net

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