The Warlock Knight
Pure Shaper - Mark of Consumption
Voluc may cast his abilities freely. Whenever Voluc deals damage with an ability to a target he applies a Mark of Consumption, causing them to take 3% (+0.015) of their maximum health as magical damage over 2 seconds. Voluc is healed an amount equal to 50% of the damage dealt. Damage against non-Shaper is reduced to 1.5% (+0.0075) of their maximum Health.
Voluc fills his blade with baleful energy, causing his next basic attack within 6 seconds to deal 40 / 75 / 110 / 145 / 180 (+0.7) magical damage to his target and every enemy in an arc in front of him. Basic attacks against Shapers reduce the cooldown of Sentinel Strike by 2 seconds.
Curse of Weakness
Voluc cuts a path towards target enemy with a shockwave, dealing 30 / 45 / 60 / 75 / 90 (+0.3) magical damage to each enemy it passes through, reducing the primary target's Movement Speed by 40 / 45 / 50 / 55 / 60 % for 4 seconds and the secondary targets' by 19 / 23 / 27 / 31 / 35 % for 2 seconds. Curse of Weakness marks the primary target for 3 seconds. Voluc's next basic attack against the marked enemy deals 50 / 75 / 100 / 125 / 150 (+0.5) bonus magical damage.
Voluc howls with rage, dealing 55 / 95 / 135 / 175 / 215 (+0.6) magical damage to all enemies in an arc. Voluc gains 1 stack of Vengeance for each enemy hit (2 from shapers), which increases Voluc's Haste by 5 / 7.5 / 10 / 12.5 / 15 per stack and lasts 4 seconds (maximum 4 stacks.)
Voluc creates a vortex of blight around him, dealing 175 / 300 / 425 (+1.0) magical damage over 4 seconds to all nearby enemies. Voluc gains 25 / 50 / 75% bonus lifedrain for the duration.
Spirit of Will, bless me. Spirit of Abstinence, bless me. Spirit of Clarity, bless me. It's hard to keep it leashed while awake. I can't control it at all while I sleep. I've tried staying awake. I've bruised my knuckles punching trees. I drew blood biting my hands. Hoping, praying pain would keep me from sleep. It worked but briefly. I'd snap awake to find the light had shifted, and ring of dead animals around me. I've gone deep into the woods, damning myself further with every step, profaning this holy ground with my unclean feet. But I don't dare venture beyond the depths of the Heart, where men might come upon me. I imagine what might happen if my wife came looking for me. If my little girl saw me asleep in the grass, surrounded by a fall of dead sparrows. If she ran up to hug me... I wonder if they still look for me. Oh, I pray they don't. I hope they're heartbroken, lighting candles in my name. I hope they've given up on ever seeing me again. All night, I feel the malignant, restless turnings of the Spirit in my gut. It WANTS. Oh, how it WANTS. It feels my desire to see Lizabet and Kastanie. It tempts me with it. Twists my thoughts with excuses. I could just look on them from a distance. I could travel well clear of roads. I could abandon my name, so they don't hear fresh word of me. I could, I could, I could... It doesn't speak - not in any way I recognize. But I can tell its raw, desperate cravings from my own. So far, at least. Spirit of Will, bless me. Spirit of Abstinence, bless me. Spirit of Clarity, bless me. I am in hell.