Assuming a player were to have exactly 42 Faith (The base requirement of the spell) and using a basic Chime (Miracle Catalyst) with no buffs against an enemy with little/no resistance to the spell, how much damage would Great Lightning Spear do?
I've seen the spell a couple of times, and it was doing quite a fair amount of damage, but I could never tell if the player using it just had nothing but Faith leveled. I've checked the wiki, but they never list the amount of damage spells do at base requirements.
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From experience I would say around 700 damage based on the hypothetical character you stated but I can't say for certain. The best way to test it would be to use a Soul Vessel and respect your character then test it on the Undead Hollows in the Forest of The Fallen Giants
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And so with a thunderous roar, the Ashen One leapt to the side to avoid the raw destructive power of his opponent. Though it failed to stop his adversary from unleashing more consecutive blows in an attempt to end his life. Indeed, the skies that time were filled with righteous fury and the whole of Archdragon peak was stricken with thunder and rain. At this point, the Ashen One had slayed the mighty Stormdrake. But the battle was far from over, watching as the beast's rider decided to go down without a fight.
The fallen king raised his blade to his fallen comrade, his hand shaking in a combination of rage and melancholy, reflecting on all his fond memories of his partner, as well as his intention to remove the threat that had ended his friend's life. Without hesitation, he struck, the power of the Stormdrake coursing through his veins as the wind whipped about him like a mighty whirlwind. He turned and faced the Undead, his spear held to his side as he gazed at the small creature.
The Nameless King then swung his swordspear savagely, silently cursing to himself as he failed to land a blow on the diminutive Undead as he kept moving. Anger continued to seep through his mind until the god finally utilized it and struck the Undead, sending it's body flying backwards. He could only watch as the Unkindled One get up, barely able to stand. The former god of Anor Londo drew power from the storm and unleashed a powerful wave of wind towards his opponent s ending him flying back even more and possibly damaging him further.
H watched as the Ashen One pulled out a golden flask, drinking the sacred contents inside which instantly mended all of the pitiful creature's wounds, bringing him back into the battle. Readying his mighty Zweihander, he charged the once dragon-slaying God without hesitation.
As the powerful foe swung his weapon, the Ashen One timed his roll and avoided the attack. Rolling again, and again, he avoided the next set of attacks like he had with every other adversary that he had fought before. Ida pro 6.6 hexray download hd. Using this opening, the Ashen One attacked the God, staggering him.
While the attack may have staggered the God of War, it only pushed him to finish off his opponent all the more quickly. Swinging his hand, he swatted the small human aside and leapt high into the air. Drawing power from the storm, he moved throughout the sky before lining up his swordspear at the so-called 'Champion of Ash'. In the next instant, lightning filled the skies and the Nameless King launched himself forward, his intentions to bring down the Undead warrior.
Though the Ashen One saw the coming attack, waiting until the once-renowned god was close to striking him before rolling to the side. As god landed on the ground where the Undead once stood, bolts of lightning emitted from the ground in an attempt to fry the man to his very bones. The Ashen One ran towards the god before realizing he had made a fatal mistake, coming to conclusion that the former slayer of dragons had anticipated this and rebuked with a swift kick to the abdomen, wounding him severely as he was tossed back like a ragdoll.
The Ashen One only proceeded to down another flask of Estus, determined to end the fight and put the God of War out of his misery. Charging forward, the dragon-slayer swung at him furiously, but the Ashen one weaved and dodged through each assault. Using whatever opening was provided to him once more, the Ashen One plunged his Zweihander through the God's armour.
The Nameless King let out pained roar, picking up the Ashen One and tossing him into the air before skewering him onto the blade of his spear. The Ashen One yelled out in pain as he struggled to free himself from the electrified weapon. The dragon-slayer then promptly channeled lightning through the weapon, instantly electrifying the Ashen One. As the golden lightning streaks burnt the Ashen one, the Nameless King threw the body off of his weapon.
Much to his dismay, the Undead was still alive and kicking. The Ashen One, now in a very pitiful display of condition, proceeded to drink and finish another Estus flask, restoring all of the man's wounds. The Ashen One looked around for his weapon only to have spotted his Zweihander still embedded in the dragonslayer's chest. To his misfortune, this now mean that he was forced to fight with his fists.
The Nameless King glared at the Ashen One with unbridled fury. The bastard dared ring the bell and kill his friend. With this, he had no choice but to absorb the soul of his comrade in order to end it's suffering. A friendship now suddenly ended all because of the actions of a single Undead. Though he refused to absorb his companion's soul at first, he was forced to reluctantly do so, as it was the custom of all gods that had belonged in Anor Londo, exile be damned.
Now, to avenge his friend, he will slay the Unkindled Ash that had committed such a heinous crime.
But something had stopped the Nameless King. After all the days he had spent in this small kingdom of his, the amount of time he has lived on this dying world was slowly becoming pointless. If he slayed the Undead here, what does he have to gain? He would continue living in solitude anyway. If he let the Ashen One slay him, he would maybe ascend to another realm. He can finally see his family and his old friends. He could achieve eternal peace, to leave this helpless world once and for all.
After silently deciding his fate, the Nameless King realized: why fight? What was the point? There is nothing left for him to live for. He would let the Unkindled One decide this world's fate.
Placing a hand on the Zweihander impaled within his abdomen. The Nameless King removed the weapon with a pained grunt and tossed it to the Ashen One. Lowering his weapon, he meant no harm for the Ashen One, he wished for the Undead warrior to end his life.
It was the god's last wish. The Ashen One, unsure of the action at first, was hesitant. Watching the god kneel before him, the dragon-slayer beckoned to him. His head lowering as though on the executioner's block.
The Ashen One, taken aback by such a decision was not sure if he would obey. Sure, he came here to slay the old god, but now, he didn't feel like it was a just decision. It just wasn't right anymore.
Then to his surprise, the God of War finally spoke.
'Fulfill thine deed, Ashen One. Thou havest a bright future ahead. Whatever thou shalt choose willest decide the very threads of fate. My time is unfortunately up. It is better this way, this world no longer had a need for this old god anymore. I have done my fair share long ago, I am overdue in this world. So please, Undead warrior, raise your blade, and strike me down. Put this old hollowing god out of his misery'
The Ashen One, shocked by his words, simply looked down at his sword, unsure of what to do. For the next few seconds, silence engulfed the area, being louder than the punishing wind that had once struck at him.
After some time of contemplation, the Ashen One hesitantly obeyed the god's last wish and raised his massive sword. And with all his might, brought the weapon down on the dragon-slayer's head, slicing it clean off. All around him, the storm screamed in satisfaction before receding back into the normal sunny day it had once been. With the battle thoroughly finished, the Unkindled One looked to the sky, bidding a silent farewell to the God of War. Hoping that the sun's firstborn finally found his peace.
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Meanwhile in a another land..
As the birds chirped happily under the afternoon sun, the forest was lively as usual. Various animals flew, galloped, and leapt through the trees. Though in another part of the forest, hell broke out as the vile demons known as Grimm engaged humans in bloody bouts of slaughter until either side had fallen victim to death itself. Unknown to all, their world just received an unexpected visitor.
The Nameless King laid unconscious on the ground, a lone deer had the curiosity to inspect this unknown being. As it began sniffing the ground, it had caught the scent of the body from various spots before looking at his face. What the animal saw was fair skin and partially hidden face. The mouth was covered by an unknown fabric so only the nose and eyes were visible. The deer continued investigating the body and started sniffing the dark and ashen blue-grey hair. Tasty as it may have looked, the deer was smart enough to refrain from chewing on it for this was no mere man.
The deer's investigation had been put to an end, however, as the body emitted a loud groan. Startled, it ran into the thick forest and watched from a distance. The large being gained consciousness, sitting upright and looking thoroughly confused.
As the Nameless King looked around his environment, he was surprised to see this forest, joy coming to him as the god has not seen this much nature in such a long time. While whatever Anor Londo possessed was now barren and corrupted, hearing the rumors of a high and mighty Pontiff razing the place of it's former glory, killing both the Royal Executioner and even.. his own brother. Though the god shook his head of these thoughts.
Looking at the flowing stream before him, the god put his hands into the cold water before splashing his face with the cooling liquid. It was at this moment however, when the God realized something.
'By the sun itself! I'm.. I'm no longer hollowed!' he yelled in a combination of shock and surprise.
The former god of Anor Londo inspected himself. He felt skin.. skin, no longer feeling the cold and leathery feeling mockery that had once covered his body. The soft feeling had returned to him. After rotting away for many a millennia, he finally returned to his old appearance.
Filled with joy, the Nameless King rejoiced happily. Looking at his reflection in the water, he pulled down his scarf and eyed his face. Feeling the smoothness on his cheeks, he had forgotten what it was like to touch skin. Looking at his hair, he frowned a bit as it was still the ash-grey colour. But his expression changed as he noticed some portions were dark-blue meaning he was still in his youth. It was strange, yet at the same time, not. Gwyndolin possessed silver hair, Gwynevere always held great reverence for her golden locks, and father was always recognized by his mighty snow-colored beard
Noticing the water acting up, he noticed fish swimming and dashing through and with the current. A smile formed upon his face as he witnessed nature back in it's former glory. Leaning back, his right hand touched a cold metal object. Looking at what he touched, he noticed his dragon slayer swordspear lying in the grass. Grabbing the weapon, he inspected the dull thing. It's color was slowly fading and the blood stains still remained on it's blade.
Then his memories came back, he remembered absorbing Stormdrakes soul and harnessing it. He wished to deny the memory but what has happened has happened. Moving close to the stream, he dipped the weapon into the water and began cleaning it. Pulling the weapon out, he was shocked to find its original colour restored and the blood stains gone. Putting the weapon back down on the grass he laid back down on the soft ground. Sighing heavily, a wave of sadness overcame him.
'If only his comrade were here to see this,' he thought. Memories of his powerful bond with his dragon remained in his head. Countless battles and adventures they had gone on. It made them the most unstoppable force in the world. But soon, time went on and the two faded out into nothing but myths and legends. Their adventures and heroic deeds for the greater good were only recognized by a select few. Whatever his father thought about the dragons, the old man was wrong. The dragons only wanted to live in peace. If only he had taught the rest how to tame the beast, the world would've lived in better harmony. Ironic how a dragon-slaying God rides a dragon into battle and built a haven for dragons. The most powerful dragons on the world feared the Nameless King because of his status. With Stormdrake, however, that only struck fear into those who were wicked and evil, and pride into his Sunlight warriors.
His first knight, Ornstein, though siding with his father against the dragons, was still an old friend. And yet, another he had met when the god had met the warrior as a boy, a prideful youth that bore armor that signified his reverence for the sun, hoping to become just as grossly incandescent..
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As the Nameless King basked in the sun's rays, he wondered where he was. Surely if he was in his youth, he should be in the afterlife. The afterlife is filled with peace and happiness and that's what the Nameless King was experiencing. Hearing a rustle in the bushes however, the Nameless King sprang upwards and grabbed his sword spear. As the bushes rustled even more, the dragon slayer tensed up. Much to his surprise however, a four legged walking creature emerged from the surrounding.
Calming himself, he lowered his weapon and sat back down on the ground. Placing his weapon the grass once more, he watched the small creature. It was covered in brown fur and walked on all four. It was small and had the snout like a dog. Only less vicious. Curious with the creature, the Nameless King reached out a hand and gestured the creature to come forward. Of course such actions startled the thing and it backed off.
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Knowing that the creature was frightened of him, he tried to show no sign of aggression. Drawing back his hand, he simply smiled at the creature and waited for it to approach him. After a few minutes, the animal decided to trust the large giant. Slowly moving up to him, the God showed a hand and the animal sniffed it.
Wondering what his hands possessed the Nameless King studied the small creature. He has seen such a creature before, but he couldn't find the name. Racking his brains, he finally found the answer.
'Ah, you're a deer, aren't you?' he asked the animal.
It's response to the God was simply a stare.
'I guess animals don't talk in this world too,' the King sighed.
As the peaceful silence fell upon them, the deer simply sat down and yawned before resting. The birds chirped happily and the sound of flowing water made the scene ever more relaxing. It was something the Nameless King enjoyed. As the Nameless King eyed a red rose next to him, he plucked it and eyed the flower carefully. Every bit of detail he took in.
As the water kept flowing the the background and the wind kept blowing, the birds however, were startled as something big and menacing was approaching. Before long, the birds in the neighbouring trees took flight as their spots were torn down by a demonic entity.
As the startled bird took flight, the peaceful time the Nameless King was enjoying came to an abrupt halt as a loud roar coupled with trees being toppled over rang throughout the area. The roar was close and whatever made that sound was coming in the Nameless Kings direction. Reacting accordingly, the dragon-slayer picked up his weapon and readied himself for whatever horror may exit the clearing.
And then, a tree was uprooted and flung straight towards the God.
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