Rage Shaper - Mounting Fury
Freia uses Rage to cast her abilities. Freia gradually generates Rage when she has less than 50 Rage, and loses it gradually if she has more than 50 while out of combat. Additionally, Freia gains 5 Rage with each attack, as well as one stack of Mounting Fury (two against enemy Shapers), which increases Freia's Haste by 5 (+ 0.32 / level) per stack for 3 seconds (maximum 6 stacks.)
First Cast: Freia gouges target enemy open, dealing 65 / 110 / 160 / 210 / 260 (+0.75) physical damage over 3 seconds as they bleed. Recast: Freia can recast Gouge for 50 Rage. If she hits the Gouged enemy with the second cast, she instantly deals Gouge's remaining damage plus an additional 50 / 90 / 130 / 170 / 210 (+0.6) physical damage.
First Cast: Freia leaps to a target, dealing 40 / 60 / 80 / 100 / 120 (+0.35) physical damage to each nearby enemy. Recast: Freia can recast Blinding Speed for 50 Rage, dashing and attacking again, then increasing her Movement Speed by 60% for 3 seconds.
First Cast: Freia bashes target enemy with the flat of her axe, dealing 40 / 60 / 80 / 100 / 120(+0.25) physical damage and reducing their Movement Speed by 40% for 3 seconds. Recast: Freia can recast Crippling Blow for 50 Rage. If she hits the Crippled enemy with the second cast, she stuns them for 1 second.
Freia goes berserk, releasing a shout of rage that fears all nearby enemies for 1.5 seconds. For the next 8 seconds, Freia gains 100% more Haste from Mounting Fury, and her basic attacks deal up to 175 / 250 / 325 (+0.85) bonus physical damage, depending on the target's missing Health.
I buried them. I wasn't going to leave them to be eaten by animals. I'd never carried a human. I'd helped Rikert home from the inn a few times and thought I was strong for it. I didn't realize how much of his own weight he was carrying, even stumbling drunk. I could barely lift his cold torso off the ground. I always thought he was small, though he was my elder by a year. The weight of flesh is staggering. I panted and sweated, retched and sobbed, but could only drag him a short distance. I was afraid if I pulled too hard that - that pieces might come free. The wolves left his chest in tatters. It whispered and hissed. Filled my mind with memory, my limbs with fire. I stopped feeling the cuts and bruises, and I gathered up Rikert with the calm of a butcher working a steer. Picked up the pile of him as if it were just another courier packet, and carried it to the grave I'd dug. Eight days. That's how long it took to bury every man, woman, and child of Kaesnau. The friends I shared childhood secrets with. The first boy I kissed. The baker who made me bread every day for fifteen years, and never charged me a copper. The parents who hugged away injuries to my knees and my heart. Eight days I moved earth and flesh, alone with the dead. When I was done, there were no tears left. Spilled blood and rent flesh were just... scenery. I felt nothing. I was as cold as Rikert's skin, and as empty as the wolves had left his gut. All I had inside was the whispering Spirit and the anger we shared. We're going to murder him.