Sorcerer

Sorcerer

Sorcerers channel the potency of purest magic through their mystical discs, directing unseen energies to damage many foes at once, as well as guarding the flanks of their allies and breaking up charges.

 Playing a key role in every battle, the sorcerer’s keen mind allows him to spot and exploit any weakness shown by the enemy, or escape from a tight spot using arcane tricks.

“Masters of the world’s secret truths and mysterious forces”

Boasting one of the highest damage outputs among the classes in TERA, a sorcerer, if correctly employed, can turn the tides of any battle. As a dedicated damage-dealing class, sorcerers have a wide array of spells which can be used to control battles from behind the front lines, obliterating weaker enemies and destroying approaching targets with blasts of pure arcane power.

The sorcerer wears cloth armor and, as such, must rely on correct positioning, mobility and controlling the movements of his foes to avoid coming into direct contact with enemy fighters. Though rather fragile, he can hold his own in a duel by outsmarting and outmaneuvering his opponent.

Though the sorcerer’s role in a group is usually to dish out heavy damage, he also possesses spells allowing him to slow or trap enemies, or dash back to safety.

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Class Video : Sorcerer

Lyrith

The elemental energy flows through her as she channels it using her disc. It’s a wild energy, pure and unbroken, hard to control. She has to focus otherwise these infernal powers would rip her apart.

She glances over the battlefield. On the left an Argon is about to break through. Lyrith reaches out and Ice Needles hit the Argon slowing him down. She takes a few steps and picks up the stream of magical energy again.

Someone watching her might admire her grace, the ease with wich she uses her powers. No one would imagine the hard training, the exhaustion, the pain behind her magic. She was young and impatient when she learned about the dangers of wielding this power.

“Borrowing” her teacher’s disc she thought she could already master the energy. After the powerful stream overwhelmed her and discharged, the training room lay devastated. Days later she woke up in the infirmary a large scarring wound across her chest. She would never talk about the incident.

Meanwhile the remaining Argons have been rounded up like cattle, still struggling. She steps in closer and picks up the magic stream again. The energy crackles around her as she overchannels. A calm and expressionless face focuses on her targets, while it takes all her strength to control the stream. Someone might spot a pearl of sweat running down her cheek. She would say it was beginning to rain. Unleashing a devastating Fireblast on the Argons she ends the fight for good.

Someone might watch her leaving the battlefield calm, upright, proud as if there never had been a battle. No one would even guess her exhaustion. Ever since the incident she is stricken with pain every time she picks up the stream. She would hide her torment behind the composure of a beautiful elven face. The pain is hers alone - A stinging reminder of the price that comes along with great power.