MangoManMini

•☊ 𝒫𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝒜𝓁𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓂𝓎 ☊• Sorvian awakening, illustrated by Aihp. “What a wonder, to be borne of clay! Your self coddled by the comfort of earth, your mind let free alike the flow of water, a freedom resembling the whims of air, a passion burning akin to fire... Really - how did we not see this earlier? The soul acts as a base - and our character, as symbols.” Origin The sorvian sat at their chipped oak desk, thumb rubbing over the upper-seam of where their mask were fused to their head; the occasional flare of sprinkled soul dancing from the friction alike the spark of a flint and steel. The construct stared down at a bundle - or rather mess, of alchemical circles; recipes drafted, ditched, renewed, then rewritten. The proverbial bags that should've hung from the sorvian's 'eyes' nevertheless felt heavier and heavier - their cause of exhaustion piled besides them in many, many failed flasks containing all manners of slime, ash, curd and mulch. Surrounded by these papers, sat one last glass flask - containing a seemingly clear liquid of mundane looking nature. They stared at it excessively, flicking it on occasion and watching the liquid wobble and bounce. The last eight attempts used this same recipe; and as far as the alchemist could tell, were correct in theory - but clearly wrong in practice. The process was always the same - combine and brew the ingredients, touch the flask with all fingers, using the abilities of a sorvian sculptor - channel soul into it... and then despair as nothing changes; the soul briefly flashing in glow upon the glass, then disappearing forever. The sorvian had certainly pushed their limits in soul expense, and had grown impatient with their studies being relentlessly rejected by reality. What were they missing? Is the idea of imbuing liquid with the soul simply impossible? What makes it possible with a sorvian? It were when the sorvian grasped their mask in frustration, that they came to a realization. The mask - the vessel, porcelain. A fool they realized themselves to be; they had abandoned the one constant between all sorvians - their composition, clay. Frantically they stood, launching their chair to the ground and grabbing a vase from an awfully dusty corner. The solution from the flask found itself splashed into the depths of the vase, and sealed with the porcelain cap that came with it. They took a moment, collecting themselves from the excitement of discovery and taking a metaphorical breath in preparation. Their hands join to embrace each side of the vase, and in last ditch effort, they channeled what little soul they had left to offer. Had it worked...? Silence - a deafening silence obscured by questions and doubts. They must hear something; anything but this - and so the sorvian plugged their ear to the side of the vase, and listened... They couldn't see inside, but they could hear it... a light hum, a subtle resonation of space in a contained, secure environment. The light ripple of liquid as if brushed by a gust of wind... Within it sat, calm and content, held gently by the bounds of its clay chamber - the soul, tamed. Recipes Soul Elixir [Common - T1] Pseudoblood [Common - T1] Terra Transmutation [Common - T2] Commune Concoction [Common - T3] Voidance Tonic [Common - T3] Sorvia Metamorphose [Rare - T3] Material Rejuvenation [Rare - T3] Purpose Sorvians have existed in LOTC for some time as a comfortable, though overall fluctuating populous of players - I personally play one of the oldest sorvians still around, and have noticed this pattern of players gaining access to the sorvian race, playing for a month or so, and then either moving on to more exciting character concepts or stopping play altogether. I think a big reason for this, fundamentally, is the simplicity of the race. Whilst sorvians have really interesting feats to them that can create a very intriguing and engaging character, the requirement of the character application alongside their relative weakness when compared to other CA's is what, I think, is driving a lot of players away. Why play a sorvian when you could play a robot able to punch through walls, or an undead able to seep the very life from someone's body? I've thought about what to add to sorvians for a long time - the recent rewrite they recently received added a lot of needed detail and depth to the race to set them apart from the rest, but i've only personally noticed a short and limited resurgence in the playerbase. With this alchemy addition, i want to encourage sorvian players to learn new feats with their characters and gain access to the potions within this lore that not only offers them a handful of new roleplay opportunities in the communities (such as the voidance tonic) but also a unique number of tools for combat so that sorvians and sculptors can distinguish their characters in combat aswell. I think the strongest feature of a sorvian that is offered to the player is the idea of having a set purpose. The 'purpose' in a sorvian gives a player a goal and pushes them to obtain it in whatever way they see fit - i think it is clear that this purpose creates a unique aspect to a character that brings with it a depth and richness of story other races couldn't achieve. I'm hoping that this alchemy addition will bring another avenue to the way sorvian communities function, and how players seek achieving the purpose given to them. Now able to alter their memories, reawaken their dead brethren, and weaponize the functions of their very creation, i think the addition will fit nicely into alchemy as a way for sorvians and sculptors to distinguish themselves among the playerbase - and i hope if you read this, you think; 'Hey, the ability to turn someone's face into clay?! Sign me up!'.

A paladin which loses their dearest loses their passion - but sometimes in it's stead, they lose their life instead. (All but the first paragraph of events told here happened IRP, a real story of a character who went so far) For your convenience, I've contained events before the PK in the following spoiler tag; The world were threatened again; the darkness had crawled from it's crevices to seep into the masses and attempt to consume them, as it had threatened to do so many times before. Marjoram's last day began where his first did; upon the open seas. Enemies he had lost touch with - allies he did not know... He felt as lost as he first did many years ago... With few words to begin with, Marjoram stuck by his allies; as a vindicator, his shield could prevent lives being taken... Goodness, he had lost enough already. Alongside him his allies cut down the hordes of undead - after spears of bone had stricken their boat to a standstill, they stood upon the land with swords and shields raised; blood flying, painting a gory canvas... He would not have been able to handle it all, were it not for Richard who stood alongside him in battle - amidst their order who had gathered all for the same purpose; Kill that drake. It rattled in his head the entire battle... he had failed once before, would he dare fail again? His embers grew restless... Since my wife passed, a thought has always haunted me... In dedication t0 Xan, i am destined to his realm for service... Even in the afterlife - i will never see Rue again... Through blood and rot they advance - eyes cast to the sky as the drake spewed flame across the battlefield, whom Xan, presented in form, challenged in a battle of the titans. When despair should take them, Marjoram cast his embers out to rekindle his allies' souls. The onslaught would not stop until they could return home to tell the tale... His rattle from within - their newfound cobalt hue proving a newfound strength... Will i miss her? I'm sure i will... a normal descendant is destined to meet their beloved in the afterlife, but me? She will live amongst those at peace, and i will only be able to remember... They advanced. Across the ashen beach, and towards a keep of looming presence. They followed the beast in the skies - it had loomed over the entire battle, and yet those present had managed to force it to fall. It spewed flame and belittlement through agony as it's weight came crashing down towards the group - it's head craned towards Marjoram and his people; jaw rattling as teeth bore towards them. ... Would... Would there come a day where i forget her smile...? Marjoram stepped forwards as the embers crackled from it's throat - the drake's neck lunged forth to engulf him between wretched chatters. Where his allies braced for flame, Marjoram stepped forth and allowed the embers to lick at his ankles and scorch his armour... Flame crawled up his frame as a mass of cobalt embers burst from his hands and eyes, forming a great sphere of sapphire glow that enveloped him between the beast's jaws... -Whatever... Despair or not, my service is predetermined... If i cannot find solace, then i'll offer it to others. The shield shattered as quickly as it were cast - xannic embers exploding down the drake's throat and wreaking havoc on the beast's insides; gum and tongue charred to a charcoal concealing sapphire cracks. And yet as it's teeth fell from it's mouth, the jaws clamped down... In one wretched crunch, Marjoram's upper half were subject to it's giant maw. The force clamped down on his armour and tore straight through it - and as the drake's head wrenched upwards, it took that half with it... His lower half stayed stood for some time - his metallic arm that remained, reaching towards the sky as the beast fell at his feet. "I will not forget, Rue..." A phrase he uttered without words - as there were no head to say so... But even unspoken, the words were no less true. If one were to find his lodgings, a number of messages had been written; to both those alive, and deceased; Richard Rune Rue The Order This character has been a ride, and i thank all the staff involved in the event for hosting such an awesome event - i am happy to end the character with this one, and i namely want to thank HogoBojo & Bobbox for consuming my upper half. Keep fighting the good fight, even without the pretty mists. It was great being involved in this community. Ahh so many spelling errors! Sorry! It's 5am.

Fingers Crossed. +1

Hey Lhindir :) I've got some good memories of our rp interactions and thanks for that! I think you were a large part of helping me find what i enjoy about the scuffed mineman rp we're doing - and what kind of narratives interest me enough to keep me building upon them. I was wondering though, what (if any) kinds of rp do you wish you could've been involved in? Are there any groups you wish you had a hand in, or characters you wish you went more indepth with, or maybe magics/feats you had more interaction with? It'd be sad to see you go btw, but - i support your decision :) you cant spend your entire life roleplaying a fake one.

Clay trees that sing Clay swords that live Clay... chairs? What more could you ask for. +1

Now that we're able to craft diamond tools, why not take it a step further and allow us to craft diamond (or even netherite) training swords, or other items involving these resources? Being able to access these items could lead to being able to make some really cool rp items to use. I know for one, i'd love to be able to use netherite swords to represent blackferrum/daemonsteel weaponry. Sure, we would need a way of obtaining netherite - but i don't imagine adding a node to each mine across the nations would be too taxing - and as long as we can't craft pvp armour/weapons with it, whats the harm? Not a hugely thought out idea, i just thought it'd be cool - wondered what other people might think.

Flames scorched the skin - Corruption permeated the air - Chains sear the flesh - The damned torment the spirit. And yet within their damnation, despite their promise to suffer, a smile would pose mockery within the nine hells, this day. The two had never met - yet her corpse had defiled the boy plenty, in the time it roamed for another creatures whim. There were an admiration for that man that monster could not take - despite having taken everything else. A figure which in life, they had hoped to attain as well. The paladin - the martyr - had defined their own story, they had overcome the corrupted and left their warming stain upon the lands. Perhaps in a separate time, the two would've been allies. So, she smiles. Glad the thief were thwarted, in their attempts to destroy their unknowing hero. ~ . ~ And may that wretch forever remain in their eternal, empty nightmare. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In an out of character homage, i think i owe a great big thank you to letting me be involved in such an indepth character - allowing me to leave a mark on your roleplay, for as long as i were able. RP with this character is, by far, some of the most compelling i have ever experienced on the server - and whilst im sad to see him go, im glad this character got the end they thoroughly deserved. Moving from this character, i look forwards to what you'll do next - to what other compelling stories i may be able to sink my teeth into, perhaps as friends, or enemies once more. Whatever the case, adios Elias. There are many fond memories that will linger for some time, yet.

Silently, a Sorvian reads this missive, arms folded and mind indulged in thought. They read the words carefully - as does a miniature companion of theres, or atleast, they pretend to. Perhaps, they thought, they should pursue this group further.

[!] A written poster flutters here in the wind, catching the eye with a sketch of warm colours and fine detail. ~ o ~ ~ o ~ Greetings Sorvians, Atronachs, Automatons and those alike. In following with Glass' purpose, Glass wishes to make notice of the following services offered to constructs of any kind: The free repair and upkeep of any sorvians and other constructs of which Glass is able to mend. The information logging and ensuing protection by Glass' hand, upon request. The prospect of crafts which Glass can offer, likely without cost - depending on said craft. Any other service Glass is able to offer, within reason. In order to contact Glass, please pursue one of the following means: Enquire a bird to; (MangoManMini - Glass) Enquire a message to; (Discord - Mini#7601) Visit Glass' Workshop in Norland (Alisgrad), located to the far-right of the gates, 'FREY 6'. Shown in image.

Tools scattered about the table as preparations made way - notes stacked upon one-another for guide, and dusts of alchemical symbol laid out in wooden mortars. "-What're you preparing for...?" The miniature man asked put of turn - peering on through his brow of artificial age. "To grant you greater form." That freak replied, as it prepared to begin a ghastly, and arduous process. That pirate cannot rest, not just yet.

Ira's steps suddenly ceased as that wretched thing's eyes caught glimpse of a flyer - cast about by the wind, astray upon the path... With a few steps forwards did she clamp the toe of her boot atop it - reaching down to lift the slip, where horrific cracks emitted from a spine held by alchemical whim. "...Ah, good. More chaos for the fray..." She remarked harshly - gliding claw across it's font, before looking back out upon the city of Elysium she stood by - walls mounted high... Though perhaps, not eternally. "Our work continues then - without distruption, instead with distraction." The freak's amber-laid eyes lost interest rather soon - hand opening up to allow a gust to take the note from her palm... And so, she continued.

"Another horror is to be birthed tonight." A nameless voice reminded themselves, in the isolation of a decrepit lab. The beginning of a rising mass.

Some long, silent moments were spent - pondering these words truly, those thoughts navigated through a twisted mind, only to return a twisted judgement; "I suppose those born mortals, are forever haunted by pathetic desire. Despite the power they accrue..." That freak thought on this for some time, wondering if perhaps with time, their views may shift in some similar way. ... Though not any time soon.

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