Commander_Jester

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4 minutes ago, GammaRose said:

I'm very flattered but I think Jjosey is more deserving to go on the bingo card than me since I haven't done commissions in a year because of situational issues. I'm very flattered and happy to be remembered regardless,  thank you for considering me in this! 🙇‍♀️

Reporting this for misinformation, you deserve to be on the bingo card too 🔫

Gamma and Free space is Josey, easy, Bingo

MC Name:

         Cmmdr_Jester

Character's Name:

         Evar'lae Amayril-Rainer

Character's Age:

         Close to 300 last I check!

Character's Race:

         High elf

Link to your accepted MA:

         https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/212561-alchemy-fa-cmmdr_jester/?tab=comments#comment-1912919

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

         Alchemy

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

Alchemy revolves around the material alphabet, mainly breaking down everyday properties into certain alchemical reagents that're concocted into various alchemical concoctions. The primary elements that constitute all matter involved in this practice are: Air, Water, Fire, Earth, and Aether, and they play a crucial role in creating alchemical potions; commonly referred to as 'signs'.

Are there different sections or subsections of magic? Can those be elaborated upon?

There are different sections of Alchemy: Signs and Symbols, Processes and Reagents, and Core Potions. Signs and symbols being the section where it explains within the lore-post, "Signs are the primary identifiers to be sought in a reagent." and according to the very same post, "Symbols, more niche modifiers tacked on to Sign with less ambiguous properties." They both play a crucial role in alchemy, as they help alchemist identify and categorize substances when making a specific concoction.

What the section of Processes and Reagents contain are the explanation of how the extraction, identification, and mixing works in Alchemy. Identification being that the signs and symbols, as mentioned above, are examined and identified, then there's the extraction where those signs and symbols are drawn out from their reagent- a good example being that when my character, Evar'lae, would have to prepare two vials of distilled water, then add three measures of curtailment under the sign earth, in order to properly start off the creation of a simple tanglefoot brew.

Finally, there's the Core potions, which contains a list of the potions along with their information of the recipes, ranks, and mechanics along with their redlines. To reference Tanglefoot again, it is a common Tier 2 potion, so its knowledge can be open if the roleplay's leading up to it is valid and proper. It doesn't have a base, so distilled water was used to extract out the herbs' signs and symbols (Mundane: Growth x2, Earth: Connection x2, Mundane: Curtailment x3, and Mundane: Rigidy x1). Another example of a potion with a different outline is Cockatrice's Breath. It's not a well-known or at least it's not open knowledge upon creation of a new character, Its base is Aqua Vitae or Lard with the signs and symbols calling for 1x Air, 1x Water, 2x Impediment, etc. Just because my character might know alteration, does not mean that he is going to know Cockatrice at just a mere thought.

Then there are what I would consider to be, 'subsections' of alchemy: the packs such as Hunter's Pack, Confectionary alchemy, Dwarven Alchemy, etc. It's similar to the Core Potions, possibly a subsection of Core Potions in my opinion, where usually the packs have their own lists and recipes of the alchemy potions contained inside.

Can you give an example of a casting emote, of a spell of your choice?

Some of the items mentioned will be assumed to have been extracted prior
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Evar'lae cursed under his breath as he makes his way towards his friend's alchemical lab, having been graciously granted permission to make use of the lab in the past. He's wearing the typical alchemist gloves, a protective mask to shield away any shrapnel and limit any chances of possible injuries from the accursed potion.

"I had to open my big mouth, 'Hey I know how to make that', 'sure I can try making this'." He rummages through the lab's cabinets and drawers, stopping once he's found three vials of Drakes Tail Oil. He approaches a sterile pot, peering into it before he pours the vial of oil inside, then finally he turns the stoves' heat to low. His nose twitches, even as he picks up a metal rod to stir; moving on to pick up a nearby box of fine powder of strength under mundane, three measures are all he would need to pour into three new vials. 

"Three measures." Evar'lae repeats under his breath as he slowly pours Rage under Mundane into each of the vials. Then comes the little bag of dried dust: Burning under the sin of Fire; a simple repeat of when he poured in rage.

Finally. The last regent... Instability under mundane. It's poured into the first vial... safe, corked, and stored away. The second goes perfectly well-corked and stored. Yet, when it came to third, Evar'lae will realize that number three is rarely his lucky number.

The third vial absolutely pushes Evar'lae back, forcing him back into a stumble. Followed by a loud curse, "DAMN IT!"

 

Can you give an example of a teaching-emote (interacting with another) of a spell of your choice?

"Okay, so." Evar'lae claps his hands together as he and his student stood in the middle of the alchemy lab, having prepared everything for them. There on the counter sat on a pot full of Aqua Vitae. "You've studied the alchemical alphabet, you understood the importance of sanitation and a clean, organized station. We'll move on to your first potion, that being Luminosity Potion, but I'm going to need you to show me how to extract the mundane ingredients: Light, Endurance, and Swiftness. Do it just like I showed you."

[Student Emotes]

Evar'lae's brows crease, but he lets out a sigh and relaxes. "Alright. The Mundane method consists of you shredding, then grounding down the regents with a simple mortar and pestle. Saturate it with some aqua vitae or mixing the liquids with it. It needs to be filtered then boiled until you get powder, then separate and identify as its purified counts for your desired symbol."

[Student Emotes]

Evar'lae gives the extracted symbols a look over or two, before giving his student a nod of approval. "Fine work. Not a single speck out of place." He picks up a piece of paper, muttering, "I lost the damn cone thing, give me a second." He twists it up, then settles it against the bottle, "Ok, now pour in the required measures of each symbol, no more-no less. After that, do the same for the distilled water."

[Student Emotes, wooh teamwork.]

"I know it's one measure each. I'm making sure that you're paying attention." Evar'lae sets the paper aside, "Now we carefully pour the distilled water into the bottle. It's a good thing we didn't use the oversize cauldron." He walks over to the counter, quickly waving his student over to bring the bottle over. "I'll hold them, and you pour the distilled water in there, alright?"

[Student emotes.]

Evar'lae carefully holds the bottle still, squinting down through the glass before uttering out, "Stop. Right there." Soon enough, he corks the bottle for his student, then passes it over to them just to watch them shake it around and oggle at the pretty glow. "There we go, we've made ourselves the luminosity potion. Next, we're going to make some flash powder."

Say your student powergames during or after teaching, how do you reprimand that?

If my student is found power gaming during or after teaching, I'll be sure to correct them as their teacher and peer. I don't see myself getting absolutely furious, LOTC is a game at the end of the day after all. To rectify their mistake, I'd go over the explanation, point out the redlines, show off some notecard styled notes to make sure they have a good idea. If they're found doing it again, I would be more firm about it and settle a boundary on how many concoctions I'm willing to part with as their teacher.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         NO

Do you agree to keep the ST updated on the status of your magic app?:

         YEAH BUDDY

Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.

         No

Elanor gives a thumbs up after reading the invitation. Now her main problem is finding a nice dress for a momentous occasion.

Elanor sat on the bed of her room, reading it. She tilts her head down and her eyes widen, "Woah... Sure, why not, **** it." Elanor shrugs then, deciding that this is where she'll probably meet Vallei's child for the first time.

"Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya." Celadon nods his head at Elarhil within the Sullas manor. Good job, that'll do, that'll do. He even... gives him a thumbs up.@riorr

Celadon Sullas relaxed within the comforts of his own home; relaxing after a long day doing whatever. Today was a fine day to read the Haelun'or gazette too. He drank his tea with the pamphlet in hand...

4 hours ago, The_Haelunor_Gazette said:

Though there have been no comments from either Knox or Grimm, it appears as though perhaps a possible romance is blooming... It is rumored that after a lesson taught by Lady Aiera Sullas, Skeral Nightingale opted to stay behind for quite some time. Though this may just be a pursuit of knowledge, one may suspect a small attraction towards the elder is being formed, similar to how some oem’ii develop ‘crushes’ on their teachers

 and chokes.

"What?"

He continued to read on with furrowed brows...

4 hours ago, The_Haelunor_Gazette said:

Onto a more pressing topic, it appears as though our Okarir’tir is beginning to show signs of greed as his actions are becoming more self-indulgent and narcissistic. During the recent siege (as stated above) Malithor Nullivari attacked a citizen with his crossbow completely unprovoked.

There came a long, deep sigh. Now his night became even longer.

"uell ito maruthiron." muttered out a white haired elfess as she writes furiously onto sheets of paper.

"Celia'nors completely gone mad." A mali'aheral with blonde curls would mutter to himself with the missive in his hand, he frowns initially, "Attempting to kill Idril? " Then he lets out a chuckle of his own, "They're afraid of her. Truly. They're ******* afraid of what she can do."

A man with locks akin to the sand's golden hues would hum out a solemn melody, furiously hammering away against a bright hot end of metal that would soon turn into a sword. Then there was a moment of pause. He thought back to Elias, the human that stuck out to him the most out of everyone within the land of elves, aside from the Everwinter druid. He recalled the aging blonde with tired eyes in fondness, the laughs they shared. Hell, Elias is the reason why Evar'lae's able to smith today. There was a moment where he, Daerine, and Elias were at his old home and laughed about the trauma they endured in their own lives.

An elf's lifetime may continue on, but that cannot be said the same for the rest, especially humans. A hard lesson Evar'lae had learned early on in his first century.

As expected, Evar'lae and Elias grew apart and focused more important things in their lives. They weren't close per say, but Elias was still a good man to Evar'lae. He respected the paladin, the paladin with tired eyes that roared on with golden fire.

Wherever Elias roamed, all Evar'lae could hope for his friend is that Elias is satisfied with his limited time. That he remembers everything with fondness and fulfillment.
 

Evar'lae would be resting in a hammock right at his home, far from the bustling cities and villages, reading over the flier he had picked up from his last visit to Idril. His lilac eyes scanned over the letters, a solemn look on his face. There was a mutter, then a grumble, before his gaze softens. "Best of luck to you, my dearest friend." He'd murmur out, his lips curling into a faint smile now. Finally, the blonde elf makes preparations to travel once again.

Meanwhile, Elanor Sylvaeri remained in the living room of the manor with a book in her hand. She had already picked out a dress and a necklace for her mother's coronation, there really wasn't much for her to do but to nurse her own wounds while she waits for the day to arrive. The grown woman blows a snowy white strand of hair from her face, pouting her lips, maybe she should go ask her mother for the 40th time if the outfit she chose is good.

Why do paladins wear chain mail?

Because it's Holy armor.

Three orcs and a dwarf walk into a bar.

One ducks while the dwarf walks underneath it.

Why do elves have pointy ears?

There's got to be some point to elves.

There's a Lunarite that's 50% off, what a starsteel!
 

 Many children feared the death of their loved ones, especially those that always were there for them since the day they first opened their eyes. Viktor has heard the woes, the tale old as time where Death always lingered, how that there is beauty behind it always.

But the young Barclay knew, it was so much easier to sing rather than actually live through it.

He sat at the edge of his bed, staring solemnly at the wall across from him. His fingers fiddling with one another as he remains lost in his mind, gathering all the good memories he could recall of his dear mother. Yet, his lips would always fall into a deeper frown, each happy memory felt more like a stab in his heart than a warm hug. That's the way a recent death goes, isn't it?

Every second Viktor closed his eyes, he saw his mother standing with him and his siblings within the Reinmarian rose fields. The love in her eyes as she watched them all play with one another. How quick Viktor was to tend to a rabbit, chasing after it as it scurried through the bushes. How faint her laughter seemed now. The sun that smiled warmly down at the family, now distant and cold behind the grey clouds that always loomed through the sky.

Every child, young or old, in sorrow would always ask the question to themselves: why. Why did everything they love have to go? What will they do when someone or something they cherish disappears?

Viktor Erwin Barclay is no different.

Then a small, sharp drop stings his hands. Snapping Viktor out of his thoughts.

"Ah." Viktor sniffs, rubbing the palm of his hands against his running tears. "Tears." He'd utter out weakly, forcing a tight smile. "Get it together, cheese boy." Viktor whispers to himself, scanning around his bedroom to make sure no one was in sight. Though more tears seem to rush down his cheeks, his own heart aching more as he realized how starting right now...

His mother will not be here.

Finally, Viktor lays back into his bed, sobbing to himself as he mourns.

"Ahhh, Ja, am getting married." Viktor sings rather joyfully to himself, rubbing his hands together as the young, not-as-holy Viktor Barclay helps himself with his charcuterie board- most consisting of CHEESE.

Just now, Keefy said:

Elenor

 

Illynora!?

Ok, better question, if you could sacrifice a Sylvaeri to your lord and savior, Spongebob. Would you sacrifice Idril or Feanor?

2 minutes ago, JJosey said:

would u still love sybbl if she turned into a worm

This ^^^

If you could- sell avocados to God, would you sell 2 of them to him for 10 bucks?

A blonde 'aheral rested his arms over the balcony, gazing at the setting horizon that sat across from him. The two suns staring at each other. The breeze dances through the trees as the ocean waves brush against the Vales walls in a gentle caress. The man thought deeply to himself, mulling over today's events. He didn't know her very well but he remembered how she cried when the corrupted fae crushed her with it's wooden paws, encasing her with its sick roots. He stood right next to her and tried hard to free the woman. The sheer panic flashing in Laedrads eyes and the roar he emitted when his prey had harmed his beloved, the fire within him igniting. His goal in this trial no longer hunting but to save Tanila from the corrupted fae's clutches.

Then the fae transforms into a gnarled, grotesque tree where it not only held Tanila in the center as it's own beating heart, but Nenar as well. It nearly took another as well. A standing proof of how life can take as much as death could.

A year past and the two are saved, at least their lives are at the time.

It didn't come as a surprise when it was announced that Tanila would be the sacrifice for the stones to save the blighted lands. It didn't have to happen, Nenar and her family wouldn't be experiencing this grief- this pain if Ando Alurs mages...

Evar'lae takes in deep breath through his nose, shaking his own head.

It's life. That's one of the purposes of a druid, isn't it? To clean up the mess that irresponsible and selfish mages make. A common task that every occupation has, cleaning up the mess that someone has made. A thankless, never-ending cycle. There's no point now. What Tanila did was beautiful and courageous, he always heard the mantra of druids being willing to die for their duty but he has never heard of any other druid truly stepping up to actually die besides Tanila. 

Besides Nenar but that's to be expected.

May she rest in peace now in the Eternal Forest among friends  and family. Her sacrifice will not be forgotten.

Evar'lae bows his head, pushing himself off of his balcony to return to his table and write, perhaps tonight is the night he takes another step forward into his dedicancy.
 

MC Name:

         Cmmdr_Jester

Character's Name:

         Evar'lae Amayril

Character's Age:

         207 (FA 1664)

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         Evonpire

Teacher's RP Name:

         Aer'dir of Joma

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         Nope

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

OHHOHOHOHOH, I NEVER THOUGHT THIS WOULD HAPPEN! 👀👀👀👀👀

On the left is Evar'lae in Feb 2020 and this is him currently! Bonus is him with his dyed hair, HAH! He went from shy, polite man to semi-polite and tad shy. He also lost his right arm too, good thing he's ambidexterous. There's simply no single sentences that can explain the development of Evar'lae!

Then there's Elanor last Spring on the left and here she is on the right! Not much has changed really except her color base palette. The only difference here is that I started her off at maybe 13 and now she's 56+. She used to be abrasive and loud, since she was a literal young teen but now she's learning to be the opposite of that.


I've another character but he didn't get much character development, not yet at least.

Elanor Sylvaeri would be lounging on the swing at the lake not so far from Elvenesse. She smiles down at the invitation, letting out a sigh. "Aw, that's sweet. I remember when I celebrated my coming of age." The fifty-six year old elfess casts her gaze over the water, speaking thoughtfully to herself, "Wonder if I can steal one of Visenya's outfits..."

noice