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Invoke ignorance at T2 seems wrong. Dropping the magic, especially if its a self-taught, one person ritual, should be a T1 thing.

The term “stranger danger” had never properly settled with Alvena. Despite her family’s best efforts, Alvena remained stubbornly trusting. It usually worked out in her favor, and when it didn’t, she still managed to find a way out, often through her might. Though, her luck would run out. Her trusting nature was tightly wound with her love of people. She desperately craved the development of friendships and the promise of belonging and approval it contained. That is why when a pair of friendly faces invited her into a secluded place, she was all too willing. It didn’t end in a huge battle as the girl had often imagined, or rather dreamed, her death occurring. She was simply caught off guard. As one restrained her, the other slashed her heel, and the will to fight was gone as she realized there was no way out. In a single moment, her entire future was destroyed. All her plans slipped from her grasp and all her relationships ended. So many things were left unsaid and yet to be done but all she could think of was “Dad…” The most important relationship of them all, that between her and her dad, Orion. Perhaps the one mercy in all this was she never found out that she was leaving her dad after another significant loss. Still, as her life slipped from her, the most devastating realization is that she may not ever see her dad again. Likely her most admirable quality, that of her trust and love for people, would be what ripped her away from all who loved her in life. She was brash, easily angered, and irresponsible, but in the end, it was her trust that killed her.

FULL NAME: Josephine Florentia Alstion AGE: 18 RACE: human PRIOR EXPERIENCE, IF APPLICABLE: (nearly) shot arrow in foot METHOD OF CONTACT: (Discord name) Myochii

A certain Voidal Mage’s son picks up the leaflet and starts reading it, he puts a hand on his own chin in thought before coming to a conclusion… “It might be time that I tell the church of what happened during my childhood..” He spoke, though most of his memories were now wrapped in fanatical Canonist disillusions, he will bring justice for his late mother. A letter would be send to the Auditor reading… ”Archbishop Lotharia, Though I am a layman of the heaviest of aversions to Voidal Magic, I wish to come to you with the limited knowledge I have that would be of use to you from the days of my childhood that have to do with an experience with a specific Voidal Mage. Having kept information like this has been nothing but a pounding headache, but it should be useful so no child in the Canondom will have to go through with what I had to. May GOTT protect you.” Signed, Artur Helfgott

FULL NAME: Pym Volkov AGE: 37 RACE: Human? PRIOR EXPERIENCE, IF APPLICABLE: Coalition War, Silver Crusade METHOD OF CONTACT: ultradepresseddog (discord)

"Thank the stars for protecting our royarch on his travels." The young Py'lrie remarked, then gazing upwards towards the night sky. "Ay'Celia'nor!"

Upon seeing the missive, the young Petran heir gasps excitedly, grabbing the nearest crayon she can and filling out an application- Regardless of the (low) likelihood of acceptance. Full Name: Adalia Morgana Temesch of the Petra Age: 8 Race: Heartlander Prior Experience: Duking it out with older siblings Method of Contact: mothsthetic on discord

FULL NAME: Konrad Fabian Stafyr AGE: 37 RACE: Human PRIOR EXPERIENCE, IF APPLICABLE: Covenant War, BSK - Lieutenant METHOD OF CONTACT: fabledfoxxo on Discord

"Archbishop, We will write, and do hope to see you soon." -Fatebinder The letter is written in a fine Qalasheen script, of a well-practiced writer.

Thelia eyes one of these peculiar leaflets, her lips formed an amused smile. "The church thinks them fools... Perhaps they are right." she spake to the wind, alone on the road...

IN SEARCH OF VOIDAL MAGI AN INVESTIGATION INTO THE MAGUS I, Archbishop Mattia Cardinal Lotharia, the AUDITOR, invite all who practice voidal magic to seek me out. From prolific magicians to the lay scholar — all are encouraged to come and speak on the matter of the arcane. Write to me or arrive at my doorstep—my office in Balian—and we shall speak on civil, peaceful terms. BY THE WILL OF GOD; ☨ Infirmia sine fide hultasuna sinetsiz Weakness without Faith

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idk abt putting better Xannic fervor in a metal and giving it armor-ignoring THIRD DEGREE BURNS in exchange for lesser durability (that no one rly rps)... just devalues existing holy magics and outright outclasses it given its abilities and accessibility but that's just my opinion

"Paladins eat infants! I watched it myself," remarked Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, perhaps suspiciously repeating thereafter a "firsthand" anecdote which was nearly identical to one her father had told a few days prior.

A curious being heard of the missive sent out, and let out a chuckle "Ayeh, tell em o' yer location, we'll take careh o' em aftah..."

*Nuviel was gaurding when he came back and did a simple salute and said* AY'CELIAN'OR! AY'ILLTHRAK! and then went back to gaurding

FULL NAME: Lembic Urbran! AGE: I dunno! RACE: Oblazeki Gnome! (Technically a halfling!) PRIOR EXPERIENCE, IF APPLICABLE: None! METHOD OF CONTACT: siglms (Discord)

A paladin wrote to the Archbishop immediately.

A satisfied customer sits, munching away on his Waffle Castle™ breakfast meal. "Oh boy! This has be the best damn breakfast I've ever had!" he turns, facing a nearby passerby "Perhaps you too, Should get yourself a Waffle Castle™ breakfast." he takes another bite, then giving a rather exaggerated thumbs up "That William fella was really cookin." he starts to laugh, the passerby amptly creeped out by the SATISFIED CUSTOMER, enjoying his PREMIUM PRODUCT began to flee.

______________________________ @Moping A letter sent from a Diaar, Gawyn, sent to the Royarch of Celai'nor as it was found urgent by the soldier himself to send and see if the Prince himself too notice. ______________________________ Your Highness, I would not write unless the news wasn't grave. You don't known well of me but I am Gawyn and I bring news from someon in the southern parts of our land. I know his alias to be, "The Mare' and he asks to have a banishment lifted so he can speak to you but he told me to relay a few words, to paraphrase, Do not go to the north or badlands, the Red Lich grows in power and so does the Harrower. Gashdagakuro, the Demonologist, Weilder of Two. He has an army of demons, and "Ibleese is in a woman's form" I ask you take this simple ask of a soldier in your army and speak further with '"The Mare" in Celia'nor. it may benefit as the number of Iblees related accidents are increasing some across the land. Signed, Gawyn of the Celia'Diraar. Kym'eria Company.

Aithlin Val'taelu, known as the infamous Boat 'ker of Celia'nor smiled brightly! He left his boat for the city, preparing to set up a meeting with the Prince!