Zelea
Zelea is a mercenary you can unlock in the pirate ship.
Abilities
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Shoot an arrow that does 110% of your damage to your target. Cost: 29 Energy. |
| Rapid Fire | |
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Rapidly fire 2 arrows for each combo point spent to random enemies, dealing 70% of your damage with each arrow. Cost: 44 Energy. |
| Aimed Shot | |
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Fire an aimed shot, dealing 100% of your damage for each combo point spent. 12 seconds cooldown. Cost: 70 Energy. |
Gear
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| Ankh | Rune | Idol | ||
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| Talisman | Necklace | Trinket | ||
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Story
Born amidst the dense foliage of Ebony Jungle, Zelea's journey as a huntress began in the shadows of ancient trees and the symphony of exotic creatures cries. An orphan, as her parents fell victims to a vicious Shadowfang Panther, she was raised by the tribe's elders. Those older trolls introduced her to the art of hunting from a tender age, presented her with a finely crafted bow, whispering tales of ancestral skill and the importance of respecting the balance of the jungle. They guided her through the almost ritualistic process of stringing, maintaining and using the bow, teaching her to feel the heartbeat of the jungle through the throbbing bow's sinew.
In her young years, Zelea faced her first trial as a huntress during one fateful moonlit night. One of the elders, with his gnarled hands and wisdom etched into every wrinkle, accompanied her to the edge of the jungle. Under the silver glow of the moon, he pointed out the faint tracks of a notorious jungle predator none other than a Shadowfang Panther. As the night unfolded, elder's weathered voice narrated the tales of those who had failed to master the bow, falling prey to the cunning predator or disgracing themselves as hunters.
Zelea, determined to prove herself, drew the bowstring under the elder's watchful eyes. With an unwavering focus, she disappeared in the jungle, tracking the lurking beast. After a long hour, she noticed a dark beastly figure in the shadows of a mighty tree. Holding her breath, the huntress aimed for the kill. The arrow sailed through the darkness, finding its mark in the beast's neck. Barbed blade has torn the artery, and dark blood spurted like an ink fountain. In that moment, Zelea's triumphant journey into the art of the hunt was sealed, marked by the cry of the wounded panther, who soon fell dead. Its skull has since decorated the tribal ring, fangs glistening from the often touch, as the hunters believed it brings them luck.
As the years unfolded, Zelea's reputation as the Jungle's Silent Huntress grew. Her connection with the Ebony Jungle deepened, and her bow, now named Shadowthorn, became an extension of her being. However, the tranquility of the jungle was shattered when a nefarious Undead force infiltrated the heart of Ebony Jungle, corrupting the vibrant life with its unholy touch. Zelea, attuned to the shifting energies of the land, sensed the impending doom but had no idea how to restore the balance.
At first she joined the group of younger trolls who were conscripted to the Undead army. Her steady aim and quiet resolve got her recognition, but little did her superiors know that the huntress is resolutely seeking for the pulsing heart of darkness, whose beat she sensed as if of the prey. Driven by an innate sense of duty, Zelea embarked on a quest to unravel the source of the corruption and restore order to her beloved jungle. After all, any heart can be stopped with a carefully placed arrow, or so she thought.
At the main camp of Undead, where she ended up one day with her taskforce, the pulsing beat of dark energy became unbearable, as she saw a great necromancer conducting a demonic ritual. Cries of the victims and captives brought to the knife in unholy sacrifices rang in her ears. Without thought, Zelea aimed her bow at the towering black figure and let go. String sang, and she loudly moaned in exciting expectation of the hit, but the glowing eyes of the necromancer turned to her. Arrow burned to ashes in an instant. Shadows grew as in eclipse, and the mighty mental command fell to every undead around - Get. Her.
She turned and ran. Like never before. Like her life depended on it, as it most certainly did this time. She ran and ran. Followed by the squeaky cries of the pursuers, she managed to get to the edge of the forest - and vanished under its blessed shadow, leaving no trail.
For now, she joins the forces with other adventurers in her quest for answers, how to confront the Undead that had seeped into the very roots of Ebony Jungle. With Shadowthorn in hand and the combined strength of her newfound allies, Zelea still feels a disgrace from her failure at the camp, as if she failed her hunter’s test. Silent Huntress is on a warpath now, determined not to fail again. Never again.'
With a calculated explosion that shattered his last creation and essentially his contract with the Undead, Cirilo fled the Undead ranks and pivoted his engineering genius toward aiding the forces of good. Ultimate merc, he saw the potential for a new market - a market fueled by the promise of salvation and the currency of redemption, along with more stable gold coming along. His ingeniously devised traps and cunningly crafted explosive devices play a pivotal role in the defeat of the Undead threat.