Rage Shaper - Adrenal Glands
Viridian uses Rage to cast his abilities. Viridian gains 10 Rage from Basic Attacks and Knife Toss. When Viridian's Rage drains or is consumed, Viridian heals for 0.72 - 3 (+0.01) per point of Rage.
Viridian throws a bone knife at the nearest enemy, prioritizing Viridian's basic attack target and then shapers, dealing 55 / 90 / 125 / 160 / 195(+0.55) physical damage. Enemies struck by a knife take 5% / 7.5% / 10% / 12.5% / 15% increased damage from Viridian for 5 seconds. This effect stacks twice, but Knife Toss cannot target an enemy with a knife already in them. Viridian generates 1 knife every 6 seconds and can hold up to 2 knives.
Viridian dashes in target direction, gaining 10% / 12.5% / 15% / 17.5% / 20% movespeed for 4 seconds. Viridian's next Basic Attack within this window deals 40/80/120/160/200 (+0.6) bonus physical damage and will allow Viridian to recast Surge. Recast: Viridian dashes in target direction, gaining 10% / 12.5% / 15% / 17.5% / 20% movespeed for 4 seconds. Viridian's next Basic Attack within this window deals 40 / 80 / 120 / 160 / 200 (+0.6) bonus physical damage. Viridian will not dash through terrain with Surge.
Viridian performs a tremendous slash against target enemy, dealing 55 / 85 / 115 / 145 / 175 (+0.75) + up to 65 / 115 / 165 / 215 / 265 physical damage based on Viridian's current Rage. Consumes all Rage. If the target is afflicted by Knife Toss, Heartstrike will remove the knife and return it to Viridian.
Viridian catches a ride on a Cetan Whale in target direction, spearing and dealing 200 / 325 / 450 (+0.7) physical damage to the first enemy shaper hit by the Cetan Whale spear. The speared target is dragged along with the whale. Other enemy shapers hit by the whale are knocked away.
You must bring light and warmth with you. I see where to strike by the sea-shine of my flesh. My brother rushes downwards, a mountain trying to cast me off. Blubber bursts apart at the touch of my blade. He wails as we fall into the night, as I worm and hew through his purple wilderness. In the distance they will hear him, and sing their goodbyes. The fist of the sea closes around us. We can no longer speak. I lay my hand on my brother's giant heart, feel the strength of it hammer my arm. I thank him for his gifts. I drive the knife in, tear downwards, and his life boils past me. I curl around myself, and commence my weightless vigil. The last salt breaths, so long ago now, burn my lungs. Far above, where the water is clear, they wait to catch us. It is a long, slow fall upward. * * * The deep cold has settled in my bones. The glow has faded from my skin. The people haul my bounty ashore, walking nervously past me, carving strips from my brother for their coming feast. And striding forth-- I cast my eyes on the rocks. There's too great a risk of offending. "A fine catch," she says. "Will you stay for the meal?" I reply as I always do; "Not tonight, High Priestess." "Thank you for bringing this." I imagine there is softness in her voice, though I know there is not. "Good work, mate," he booms from her side. He claps me on the shoulder, so hard I'm nearly spilled. "It's what I do," I say, and turn back to shore. I cup her words to my heart, and there is warmth again, and light. I can return to the depths.