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Well written and formatted, and it's nice to see Unwillingly and Witchring's credits considering how much this pulls from their previous lore piece. Here's hoping to it going well in mag!

I'll admit when I'm wrong, probably just a negative reception made me misremember it.

Criticisms are valid for the most part I feel, and I have nothing really to add to them. I don't feel like there can be blame on a lack of reaching out to collaborate. It has been said by Rey in one of our GCs that you both had no interest in working with Leyd and I on any sort of rewrite, which you did not comment on, which in my opinion denotes agreement. We shared this with Pallodium at some point before this rewrite was even in the works, so I could understand him not thinking to reach out. If this doesn't go well, I'd encourage both you and @Witchringboth to reach out for collaboration. We all agree akal needs a rewrite of some kind, and it'd be nice to get something rolling should this fail.

Considering the apparent systemic problems of the CA, I don't think an amendment like this is the thing you really need. Voidal strength is NOT the downside people think it is and is easily worked around. This will not fix your problems, you need a rewrite of Frost Mothers, not a combat buff that ultimately accomplishes not very much.

you're thinking about me and that means I'm winning

Not entirely done reading this, will give feedback as I do. I would be interested in speaking with the writing team sometime to discuss how this might interact with Naztherak in specific, as my Naz character has long played their little cat and mouse game with the Church, and I'm interested to see a new holy magic flourish.

Under the current iteration of the lore, and with this, it only applies to the cursing subtype of naztherak and wouldn't apply to inferi as far as I know (I suppose that's up to ST) EDIT: Honestly cursed fire isn't very powerful when it comes to in the moment combat, and this is a straight buff to cursed fire to make the slot more appealing. This would nullify that redline entirely, and that is intentional. I would also be open if the ST were to say that making something combustive or solid would take away its cursed properties, but never in my life have I seen cursed fire being the tipping point in a CRP.

The intent is for switching the curse to work as things did originally, with it lasting for that one cast

OLD Cursed Fire The malices of cursed fire, much like the general malices, are not inherently acknowledged RPly. Thus, cursed fire is to be taught by the teacher on an OOC basis, and the student may instead roleplay discovery of their newfound malflame imbuement with whatever flavor or justification they desire. By spending [1] extra emote of charging, a Naztherak may harness their Malice in order to inflict it within their malflame, burning deep within the soul of whoever it touches. The Malice being used is limited to the Naztherak’s primary and secondary malice, and must be specified which is being used within the casting emote. Only one malice may be imbued at any given moment. These corrupt forces will linger for [1] OOC day before fading, but may be purged by a Holy Mage beforehand. All effects, upon contact, take [2] emotes to reach full effect. Although the core premise of the effects of cursed fire should be adhered to, creativity and flavorful interpretation are welcome. NEW Cursed Fire The malices of cursed fire, much like the general malices, are not inherently acknowledged RPly. Thus, cursed fire is to be taught by the teacher on an OOC basis, and the student may instead roleplay discovery of their newfound malflame imbuement with whatever flavor or justification they desire. Once a Naztherak is capable of Cursing, the nature of Malice is naturally present in their malflame, and all malflame summoned by the Naztherak is inherently imbued with the Malice associated with the Naztherak's Lord. By spending [1] extra emote of charging, a Naztherak may harness their Malice in order to adjust the curse within their malflame, burning deep within the soul of whoever it touches. This would change the Cursed nature to the Naztherak’s secondary malice, and must be specified which is being used within the casting emote. Only one malice may be imbued at any given moment. These corrupt forces will linger for [1] OOC day before fading, but may be purged by a Holy Mage beforehand. All effects, upon contact, take [2] emotes to reach full effect. Although the core premise of the effects of cursed fire should be adhered to, creativity and flavorful interpretation are welcome. PURPOSE

"Quaint." A musing from an observing cat, "I suppose the secret meetings with the Crow-demon were incidental, not signalling sympathy to the dark."

I like the general idea! My only defense in the old lore's clunkiness was it was an early attempt for me lmao It being an FA was something I asked for back in the day, but I was told to make it open world lore, I agree with it being an FA. I disagree however with an open feat getting prophecies.

A sleeping cat read the letter addressed to her. She'd not tell a soul. The other could handle what came next.

I would like to point out that you need to have Cursing slotted to use it as a Bane, as is stated in the redlines.

Yeah I agree that this is a bandaid fix, but I enjoyed the concept. Unfortunately, I can't really say I have a Set Idea on how to make Cursed Idols more utilized, but I'd love to see a rework of them at some point.

Bane Malice (dronak) The bearer receives a Malice, akin to when one maintains possession of a Cursed Idol for a sufficient amount of time. As time progresses, following the same time frame as a Cursed Idol for the same Curse, the Malice will progress until it is a significant portion of the bearer's life. Redlines: - A Naztherak must have Cursing slotted, as well as Boons and Banes, in order to apply this Bane. - The Malice will progress over time, following the same time frame as a Cursed Idol of the same Malice. - Follows all redlines of the individual Malice chosen. - The Naztherak applying the Bane chooses the Malice on application. Purpose Cursing is one of the least utilized aspects of Naztherak, and I believe this will add a new and fun way to apply Curses that also incentivizes Naztherak to dedicate all the possible slots to the magic. Edit: Double sentence oof

what if my character pretends to be religious and philosophical but is actually just trying to justify themselves in being a sadist Jokes but let people enjoy their funky little lotc religions (black books for lyfe)

seems alright, i agree that the redline should be deleted and just refer to ixris kid lore

"Weakness pervades her - She abandons." A constant companion to that White Cat, that Mother, seethed. "Perhaps it is some long ruse?" That Cat returned in kind, her own tone amused. "I would see a ruse in an instant." That companion snapped, "She waited until the flame could no longer be brought to her fingertips, and ran off with her little dragon toy." "Awfully rude you're being." A hum, "We shall see just how far she goes."

josh moment way to bait and switch llir on god

"Let it be known." That woman muttered, as she read the missive over. "I, some coward, have caused the 'once great' to rally the world against me, and they still cannot do anything meaningful." "Three out of three scores of men, and they view this as an achievement."

"What fun!" Came the cry of some Cockroach, as she read the missive. "You find your home being raided fun?" Cried her shadow, four eyes peering. "Oh, dear me." A tut. "It is always fun."

"Looks a bit like a crow." Mused a reclusive woman, eyes scanning the missive, the icon having caught her eye, "He's lost his subtlety." "It was never subtle." Remarked her companion, her prisoner, her power. "I like this man." Was all the Prison had to say in return.

To Yera, and for all throughout Aevos, As my hound did earlier, I take pen to this paper to clarify my intentions. You have irritated me. Disdain drives my actions when I hear your name. Deny all you like to your people, for I know those who have walked your halls, and sat at your table. You hide behind pacts with the infested church, your actions buried like a corpse beneath your floorboards. I know your deeds are cloaked by the ill-informed, those who trust your word struck by the gravity of what you find acceptable, or simply too afraid to draw your ire. All is fair in the chase after me, isn’t it? I have been silent on your dealings with traitors, of you pacting with devils just for the bitterness of a revenge never found. I know the results of these dark dealings, the pain caused to your citizenry, and the fear in their eyes as they avoid the conversation. All is fair in love and war, you tell your advisors, as you lavish in the Calamity you inspire. This is the only respectable thing in your existence. Do not mistake my past silence for acquiescence. You have one year. One year to find closure. One year before I spread all that you have done. One year and let loose my hounds to scratch at your doors. The Eye Gazes, the March continues onward, The White Cat

(This follows all redlines of Prophecy lore, allowing any who possess some way to glean the future to acquire the contents of this post, and only those individuals) The first thing you notice is the near unbearable heat, as though you stood at the edge of the pits of the Hells yourself. You thought you were in total darkness, but the light adjusted, and you stood in a small, stone room. Beneath the earth, before an altar of black stone. Atop it sat a feline - A housecat, seemingly, with fur of pure white. A glow from its eyes, a wound at its heart. Blood pooled at your feet. Words rang in your ears, as the room came alight, a crimson fire beneath the animal. Engulfing it, but not consuming it. “The Eye gazes upon the world.” You felt as though this animal could see through you. “The White Cat gathers her hunters.” An image appeared in the flame. A bovine skull. Empty sockets are somehow filled with hate to rival every man to have ever lived. “The child of crimson has grown, the snow melts beneath her feet.” That animal grew before you, mutating. That blood from its chest came out in a font - Eternal bleeding, the puddle at your feet reached your ankles. A beast of unnatural ferocity stood, bearing teeth to rival a lion’s. That heat continued. “The Mother of Calamity approaches.” Rang that voice, clear and true, “To usher her Children.” Your perspective shifted, and you stood within the ashes of a razed city. The architecture was unfamiliar, as was the garb of the charred corpses that littered the streets. The only standing being was a woman with two heads, four beams of light bursting from behind her. Dressed in red, she spoke. “The First Seal is broken.” Came a choir of voices, before all went to black. You awoke, drenched in sweat. The image of a cat’s eye scorched into your mind. -------------------------------------