bloomtiara

Within the dim confines of her mother's manor, a pale and dead-eyed woman gazes in the direction of a bright fireplace. Her breaths catch on her throat and after the vision comes to pass, a sob rings into the empty space. She sunk back into the seat she often resided in, within that hollow living room. Her hands press along her ears, muttering softly to no one. "Something is coming for us ... How unfortunate."

MC Name:

         bloomtiara

Character's Name:

         Rayla Roy

Character's Age:

         33

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Seer

Teacher's MC Name:

         ScoutTheWitch

Teacher's RP Name:

         Laurissa

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

         N/A

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

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

1 hour ago, MayRndz said:

A Treelords form is teetering between the realms of mortal and fae, a husk that is torn between both worlds. They would appear fae like in nature, still possessing a form akin to the descendant race they were prior to transformation. Retaining body shape, height, and similar features of the race they were before transformation. However, they would perhaps find skin like bark, eyes like the slits of a wildcat, plants and vines sprouting from them, or the horns of an elk curling from their skull. Their forms vary widely in appearance - however - they  always take  on the form of nature itself, an embodiment of what they seek to protect.

I would like to ask a question about this part, because I am a bit tired to understand all of this fully, but is this a changed version from the previous lore?; being that they no longer have the ability to change their appearance/aesthetics, but now ALWAYS have some sort of nature affecting their appearance, and cannot look fully descendant like?

56 minutes ago, MayRndz said:

Over the years they can adjust better to the environment, losing the reality of who they were before

I thouroughly enjoy how the lore reads, though I'm not sure how I feel about a somewhat whole rewrite of the Character's personality due to the CA. While drawbacks are a given, and it makes sense for the CA for the obsession with nature being the reason Treelords are about, this heavy of a change in personality makes me wonder:

1 hour ago, MayRndz said:

Others are unable to concentrate and find their minds wandering from place to place, unable to find one topic that offers comfort more than another, leaving them incapable of holding a conversation. Some fall victim to spurts of aggression and anger, no interest in the social world around them,

- If they loose who they are before, it is not just that the character has been changed, but almost wholly rewritten, is what I understand, in a sense? And in the continuation, I understand the intense want to care for nature/plantlife/druidism(and is a point I enjoy), but if they tend to avoid descendants, semi-locked to speaking to only druids and really dislike people/non-druidic family/friends etc. in general and are no longer who they were before, the character(s) sound like they more or less become druidic event creatures played by regular players. They may as well be an event creature in that way, spoken to only rarely, if they never really want to interact with anyone else, or easily able to in any regard.

I just think it'd be much more limiting in the playerbase than intended, both inside and outside the druidic community of players. I hope it could be ammended to be less tight on personality of being zoned out constantly and avoiding descendants as a whole, not that it doesn't make sense, but that it would be a boring character to play outside of when there are no events or situations of destruction of nature going on. 

Also, while the attempt to spruce up old lore is very cool and all, I also don't understand this section either. The old lore is world lore, and is extremely freeform. So how would this be tracked and turned into a Feat, given how it stands now? How would they begin this? There's little to no way to track it other than going through however many people's logs, unless we're grandfathering world lore or something along those lines. It's very freeform to begin with, restricted only by people's storytelling imagination, and I don't think should be restrained like this. If people are breaking the old redlines, then they should be reported for it.

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"Conduits of Enlightenment is a Misc-Magic feat that requires either: a teacher that has had their FA for Two OOC Months OR a post detailing the character’s journey on enlightenment to learn. This post should have effort put into it, not a simple 1-2 paragraph jotting."

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"The personalities of savants & sages will vary widely, though all have some things in common: ☽ They react little to insults and have a moral code; this can be anything, from a defined set to more typical ‘do not harm, do not steal’, etc and should not change often. ☽ Physical ‘things’ (i.e. money, land) mean little to the savant; they are hesitant, and usually downright repulsed, by over-the-top romance or extreme power."

i heavily dislike this, from multiple things, but more or less ^^^ this part. it takes away some emotional freedom from characters using it, as in my opinion, you can know yourself and still be over the top. it's an inner emotional thing, not an outer thing or showcase of stoic-ness. I also dislike it because it's essentially pushing people away from the freedom that it was, and all characters that have it being morally strict and less emotional. knowing yourself doesn't mean you should be less emotional because of it, people vary greatly, and making all characters with this the "sage" kind of stoic archetype, even if freeform, doesn't sit well with me.

CLAAAYYYYYY

MC Name:

         BloomOfFruma

Character's Name:

         Astarte Lorenthus

Character's Age:

         147

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Druidic Feat - Herblore

Teacher's MC Name:

         t0nikensa/marsloll

Teacher's RP Name:

         Arcelia

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:

         N/A

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         yes

Despite the deep fright of being crushed by someone falling from a tree canopy, Alphonse smiled upon reading the missive. He was just glad his cousin he caught turned out alright after all, and began to cook something sweet to deliver to her.

The druid of Morning sat with her head in her hands, alchemicals spilled all over the counter after the vision came across her. The woman then raised her head, shortly afterwards heading outside, and gazing at the western night sky. What was happening now?

Wooooo! (another A name map eh)
this is exciting! the landscape looks awesome! Hell yeah

Some simple creature watched his pacing from far above.

                      Voices sung out in opera, mists swirling around his feet. 
Something unseen bore witness, as he gained the path he was to take from thereon.

MC Name:

         BloomOfFruma

Character's Name:

         Astarte Lorenthus

Character's Age:

         127

Character's Race:

         Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Blight Healing

Teacher's MC Name:
         marsloll / t0nikensa
 

Teacher's RP Name:

         Arcelia

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

         N/A

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

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

An injured Barclay lad raises a fist high after the battle, muttering the lyrics to the tune in pride as he laid in recovery. "GOTT EST GUTTE!"

MC Name:

         BloomOfFruma

Character's Name:

         Nell

Character's Age:

         70

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         femurlord

Teacher's RP Name:

         Gashadokuro

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:

         N/A

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         yes

MC Name:

         bloomtiara

Character's Name:

         Carmine

Character's Age:

         87

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Sorvian Crafting

Teacher's MC Name:

         SilverPlatter

Teacher's RP Name:

         Itulan

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:

         N/A

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         yes

Wandering around Karosgrad was a young man.

Meredith's very own twin, at that, standing slumped and pale, with fresh scars bracing against the Northern wind. Mourning the witnessed torture and death of his aunt not even a whole saint's day before, did the young man's mind only further fall from grace with the news that his twin sister's corpse had been discovered.
 

"You were the most important person in the world to me.
I've never said it before, but it's true, and I want you to know it.

You were myself, and yet not myself, a very special kind of double. My very own sister."

There were many words he'd never been able to tell his sibling, as she was scarcely seen, always adventuring, wandering places he could never convince himself to go. Never able to motivate himself to follow her footsteps, her courage, her daring acts.

And he paid the price for his cowardice. He would never get the chance, never again. 

MC Name:

         bloomtiara

Character's Name:

         Alphonse August Barclay

Character's Age:

         16

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         ColdestPepsi

Teacher's RP Name:

         Conrad Barclay

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:

         N/A

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         yes

MC Name:

         bloomtiara

Character's Name:

         Alphonse Barclay

Character's Age:

         16

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Housemagery

Teacher's MC Name:

         FenHarel__

Teacher's RP Name:

         Daerine

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

         N/A

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

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

Dear @subatomic:

People don't call me Tiara! I found that pretty funny.
I wish you a Merry Christmas and hope someone gifts you what you desire!
Thank you on the congrats!

Have a happy Holidays to everyone else who may read this,
and thank you very much once again @Werew0lf!

And so the Lord said unto John "Come forth; and receive eternal life"

But John came fifth and won a toaster.

have a good one Rilath
thanks for the heart attacks

MC Name:

         BloomOfFruma

Character's Name:

         Astarte Lorenthus

Character's Age:

         105

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Sycophants of Boletius

Teacher's MC Name:

         ClassyNewt

Teacher's RP Name:

         Fisulii Alusa Arvellon

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:

         N/A

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         yes

A singular phantasmal being remained in the air, floating inches above the stone behind Ilaria. It's gaze was unwavering, blinking naught once, in pleading wait for their brother to return. He had to come back.

He must come back.

He will.

How long has it been?

- = ˚ = -

- = . = -

What was it,

that started it all? 

The death of his twin, or his father, 

Or maybe the bruises run amok over him and his cousin’s knuckles, after beating one another senseless in the name of a fight for ‘fun’, before they’d even become adults?

Maybe the man, the one who took the place of the first, a father figure to teach him how to draw back a bow. He had skinny arms, not even able to draw the string back halfway; it was a whole foot taller after all.

- 

An itch lingered in his mouth as he held back any semblance of words, grinding his teeth together. Before he knew it, his thin fist flew forward.  Lines of silver curled over the skin of his palms like webs.

A burst of light escaped his palms as his only eye shut tight, the thing’s gaze across from him glazing over. It drained away, that precious silver. Replaced with rot, the frame of his arm falling away with blackened marks engulfing it.

- 

There were not many that he sat with, in quiet hours. Those he did, fell out of touch. His brother, sister, cousins and nieces and nephews.. It was good enough. 

Many silent nights he sat by himself, as well. Ticking away slowly at wooden carvings, or needles and thread stitching cloth through only candlelight.

Days went by where he didn’t even peer at the sun. Those that he did, were a call out to battle. Training with the bow, spars, every time completed with the finale of a bugle played from a tower’s top. A fight, an argument, even between one of his dearest. 

Few words of common were ever spoken, since then. A rare occasion, startling those who hadn’t heard before.

- 

“Restrain him!”

A woman with an infant cradled close gazed upon the man. He was caught first by the legs, arms, wrapped up in a horrific beast’s grasp. Melded together into something most ungodly.

The being in command leapt over the counter, staring upon him. Legs kicking with the last speck of energy remaining in some desperate attempt to cling to the life he’d so sworn at. 

It was called away. 

And this time, 

“Halt - Bring the axe.”

Not a soul to help was around to hear. 

- = ˚ = -

- = . = -

First, it was his dearest sister. The ache in his throat after the cries of his niece was worse than any other pain. Not the burns from a pit of flames, nor the gash in his shoulders that he had sustained.

Nothing was worse.

Even harder than her own daughter had cried, the lone man sobbed and wailed, for after all,

It was now only him remaining.

His leader, someone akin to a father that he worried for time and time again, had left to death’s door but a decade or two later.

His ribs ached, 

as following, was his dearest niece. She, unlike him, died before her time. Without a word, nor a sound.

How long had it been, since he’d seen his twin? His youngest sister, or the second, Iduna?

His nieces, his only nephew Calahan, his brother in law, Elias—Iduna’s husband. They all waited, too.

Further over the years, falling out of fights, out of friendships. A few, he’d see occasionally. His friend, helmeted and never to show his face, a kind one of the lot. Calahan, likewise. A young man, full of pride and confidence. His sister’s husband, his brother truly, final and foremost, forever a friend. They kept him standing, for quite some time.

The man’s skin grew paler, tighter over his bones. His limbs ached, heart throbbed, with a deep pain in his chest. He walked on, cane in hand. A bright smile was stark against his placid expression, in those final days. 

He hugged his brother tightly. One last time. 

“Come visit me soon.

            You’re my brother, after all.”

 - 

Eye to eye, they stared.

Auden was forced to kneel, his joints cracking under the weight of the monster holding him there. A bone or two snap as he slouches, ever unwavering. 

A smile crosses his face, as do tears. To wish his cousin a final goodbye,

and different muttered words to someone he wanted most.

"I'm sorry, maam."

                                                                                                                         and

      his

                                                                 head

                                                                                                                                                                              rolled.

Blood soaked the floorboards, stark against a pale white shirt. 

A most vibrant color, his viridian eye was slid shut.

His body was left to rest upon soft grass, found by his brother, one and only.

A sapling of a tree curled around his rotting limb, and the ground saturated in a deep red.

Buried within his bag of things, so many precious items, laid a Will.

-

So came the end of the useless man. One who cared only for his family, friends.
Some he couldn’t see, that one last time. 

-
How long has it been?