Prayer (313)
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Prayer increases the Spirit TD of the caster by 10, as well as increasing his or her protection against maneuver attacks. At 35 ranks of Cleric Base training, the caster gains +10 DS, which increases by 1 for each rank after 35.
The mana cost of the spell is 13, and increases by 1 for every 3 DS granted over 10.
Diety Specific Messaging
When casting this spell, the messaging will be different depending upon the diety of the caster.
Liabo Pantheon
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the wrath of your deity to protect you. The scent of brine and lightning-struck sand surrounds you, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the humor of your deity to protect you. You taste fine wine on your lips, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the labor of your deity to protect you. Your eyes sting as if with the touch of smoke or sweat, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the justice of your deity to protect you. The ground trembles almost imperceptibly underfoot, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the compassion of your deity to protect you. The delicate chill of autumn's first frost settles over your skin, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the wisdom of your deity to protect you. Confidence and clarity settle over you, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the power of your deity to protect you. The warmth of sunlight caresses your skin, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the sword of your deity to protect you. The shadow of night darkens everything around you, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the wings of your deity to protect you. A light ripple passes through the air, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Lornon Pantheon
Neutral Pantheon
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the impartial hand of your deity to protect you. A delicate sensation like the caress of a feathered wing runs over your face from brow to chin, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Lesser Spirits
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the frenzy of your deity to protect you. The smell of fresh-spilled blood swirls around you, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the sympathy of your deity to protect you. The soft, musky scent of roses twines about you, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the skill of your deity to protect you. A sense of supple vitality flows through you, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the mercy of your deity to protect you. You taste sea salt on your lips, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the shield of your deity to protect you. Something unseen settles around your torso like a suit of massive armor enclosing you. Instead of feeling weighted or weary, however, you feel uplifted, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.