Kramatak
Kramatak is a dark god you can battle in the Chaos Rift. You can also recruit him in Forbidden Knowledge with 50 of his tomes of power when you have researched all thunder chronicles to level 10.
Abilities
| Call lightning | |
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Raise your hammer and call a lightning from the skies, which will strike your target for 120% of your damage. Adds 1 combo point. Cost: 29 Energy. |
| Gladiator's vigor | |
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Summon 1 ball of lightning per combo point above a random hero for 10 seconds. While the balls are active the affected heroes will have 15% increase in their attack speed and 20% increase in their damage. Consumes all your combo points. Cost: 44 Energy. |
| Storm's fury | |
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Transform into a huge ball of lightning and strike all enemies, jumping between them and dealing 35% of your damage per combo point. Enemies hit have their attack speed reduced by 10% for 3 seconds. Consumes all your combo points. Cost: 70 Energy. |
Gear
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| Ankh | Rune | Idol | ||
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Story
In the shadowy depths of Thal Badur’s great arena, an air of savage anticipation hung thick. It was the day of the Thunder Trials, the brutal contest blessed by Kramatak, the God of Lightning and Thunder, revered by the bloodthirsty Orcs. His presence was announced by thunderous rumbles and brilliant lightning strikes that seemed to ignite the sky. High above, perched on his cloud-wrought throne, Kramatak’s eyes sparkled with a fierce joy as he watched the first and most anticipated match unfold.
The ground shook as Grotar, an Orc of legendary might, known among his kin as the "Stormbreaker," faced off against Elia, a swift and daring human gladiator. The contrast between them was stark: Grotar, a hulking brute armed with a colossal war hammer that he dragged with little effort; and Elia, agile and precise, her twin blades gleaming like shards of lightning.
As the battle commenced, Grotar’s approach was relentless and devoid of strategy—every swing of his hammer was a cataclysm meant to obliterate, not just defeat. Elia danced around him, a blur of speed and skill, but the sheer force of Grotar’s blows tore through the arena, his mind lost to the rage of battle.
A misjudged swing from Grotar, driven by brute instinct rather than martial prowess, caught Elia full on the chest. The impact was horrific, sparking the crowd as she crumpled lifelessly to the ground. The arena fell silent, then exploded with approval, the thrill of combat snuffed out by the sudden finality of death followed by ecstatic relief.
Grotar bellowed in triumph, his voice echoing like a thunderclap across the arena. Swept up in his bloodlust, he lifted his face to the stormy skies and roared a challenge not to another mortal, but to Kramatak himself. "I am the true lord of storms! Come down, Kramatak, and face me if you dare!"
Kramatak’s laughter boomed like rolling thunder, amused yet provoked by the audacious challenge. His form shimmered above the arena, an orc sized avatar, if a bit bigger, descending amidst a vortex of lightning. Clad in dark armor and radiating raw, electric power, the avatar wielded a massive hammer, pulsating with contained storms.
Grotar charged with a primal yell, swinging his weapon with all the fury of the tempests he claimed to command. The clash was titanic, each blow from Grotar met with a parry and riposte that crackled with celestial energy. The avatar maneuvered with a grace that belied its size, its strikes precise and devastating.
As the battle reached its zenith, the avatar caught Grotar’s hammer mid-swing, halting it with an effortless grip. With a disappointed tsk, the avatar unleashed a direct bolt of lightning from its hammer, striking Grotar squarely. The Orc was engulfed in a blinding flash, and when the light dimmed, he lay electrocuted, smoldering and barely alive upon the scarred ground.
With a chuckle that rumbled like a distant thunder across the arena, avatar’s voice boomed ‘"Little prickly nail.. look, he got hammered. And yet… a sturdy one! Go have your life which I spare you today. Behold your Champion, mortals!" - and he lifted Grotar on his feet, leaving a palm-shaped scar on his bracer. The Orcs around the arena, stunned by the display yet ever reverent of strength, roared their approval, chanting Kramatak’s name in a fervent crescendo.
As his avatar vanished from the blood-stained arena in a crackle of ozone, Kramatak, sitting back on his celestial perch, mused aloud and turned his gaze elsewhere, still baffled by the display of mortal audacity.
Remembering all the challengers he faced across time, both mortal and celestial, his true form hunched, clad in the armor from the leather of the beasts he hunted before the age of men, beasts so ferocious yet so long gone, that only he remembered the true challenge they gave him.
Somehow, he still missed them.