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  1. A local hobbit didn't read most of this, but thinks this priest probably can't reclaim the H word. . . . . .or maybe he can.
  2. To a certain Benign Wizard, the thought of the pontiff going through 'every nook and cranny' of her wizard tower, disturbs her so much more than the imp who keeps breaking in. So much so that she doesn't even bother to fold the missive into an origami swan like usual, and simply. Files it away in the cabinet. . . . .the recently rifled through cabinet at that.
  3. Hael, now somewhat wishing she was still illiterate, reads the words "Canonists testing as they see fit", sighs for a solid 24 seconds, and starts to prepare the Kaethul clinic for treating blood transmissible diseases at mass levels.
  4. [!] And sticky-noted under the missive comes a brief addendum CATERING WILL BE PROVIDED BY OUR LOCAL WIZARD MAYOR. YOU GET A CHEESEBOARD. THIS IS NON OPTIONAL.
  5. It takes the Doctor a solid week to decipher the missive. Confused squinting at the parchment next to her on the floor, on her knees and taking a scrubbing brush to the bootprints of a dozen of Saint Jude's men marking their way through the sterile zone of a clinic. Words are sounded out, etched in the margins of scrap parchment, prompted along by an encouraging entourage of alchemists, conversation punctuated by the bubble of liquid as bottle upon bottle of disinfectant filled. And it is while one hand is busied with the binding of bandaging the other, yet another would left open and bleeding and salted, that the Doctor's eyes trace along a particular set of words. "A strange looking creature." Well, she supposes at least that part is true. The missive is promptly disposed of among the waste gauze. Literacy seems to only be usefull when spent on something worth reading, she concludes. In the quiet of the library, one hand traces over passages of necrosis, festering wounds, gangrenous limbs and blood infections, and the other sprawls notes under a page titled 'treatments'.
  6. "Am bein' misrepresented." Thus declares the Mayor after reading the first article. "Not very journalistic integrity innit." Magnolia then proceeds to fold the newspaper into a paper plane, and sends it flying directly into the fireplace without reading the rest.
  7. hello it's your local homunculus child replying to their deadbeat tawkinist dad. Also, hi everyone who's been guessing what Hael is for nearly half a year now -- she's a funky homunc! i second almost all of this, minus the kloning as I've yet to have any practical experience with that As anyone who's seen me complain for like 2 hours will know: I don't like the eye change. A big chunk of this is me-specific (i play a homunc with a LOT of eye-based character development) (i think jet black demon eyes are overdone), but also because it now means there is no possible route to plausibly deny being a non-descendant without going off the rails. Glasses/goggles can be removed, and gate guards will probably ask us to before we enter cities. (This is while standing on aurum floor plates which now hurt us) (thanks st). We can't change the eyes in any way, they were changed to be Harder To Disguise, but now they're almost impossible, and you just have to get lucky that nobody asks eye cover to be removed. Or gouge out your eyes repeatedly as the regrow. best outcome = no entering city likely outcome = guard panics, ur dead, wait one week to rp So what's your choice here? No rp in a lot of cities, considered darkspawn-esque, more risk of being attacked = being kinda encouraged to load up on mutations and become a CRP goon. Slides right into the spooky combat creature niche. Not inherently bad, but not what i signed up for Applying it to all existing homuncs sort of sucks too. I very carefully picked features of my homunc for a cumulative effect -- noticing weird body traits one after another until the observer realises a normal descendant couldn't be this strange. But now, all they have to do is look at the eyes. There's nobody on the server with completely black eyes that isn't up to SOME kinda dark shenanigans. So now: much easier to spot. And even weaker than before. I also don't entirely see WHY homunculi needed an immediate, barely hidable tell that they're Creatures. It can't be for combat -- anyone who has aurum weapons, enchants, holy or void magic fighting is going to be Already Using Those in most combat anyway. And there are already ways of figuring out a homunc Is A Homunc in other roleplay, they just require a small amount of effort. Is it the effort that's the problem? I could honestly just shrug my shoulders at all other changes, but with those on TOP of the silly black eyes, Well I Am Going To Complain About It I can't speak on the anthroparion players and how they feel about becoming homunculi, but it sucks that they need to become what's a kinda worse version of homuncs now. And i'm gonna finish here. gotta keep on homuncing out of spite, so that's see how that goes! i have an old homunculus eye in a jar for Reasons though, HAH
  8. Hawthorn Fiddleberry had gone in a way, looking back, he was quite happy with. In a way that was both beautiful and horrible -- fittingly poetic. He had died feverish, but calm, full of wine and pipesmoke, hand in hand with his husband, and finally slipping away before dawn one night. Leaving behind a flute, a dozen drawers full of unpublished poetry, and Callum. He died content for once, his wanderings stopped, and his works left imperfect. When Callum would find his way to the Wheatfields, he would find the song of a reed flute leading him home. Magnolia wasn't sure at what point she went from the thought process of 'my old dad who lives out on the seaside', to 'my late father' -- but the change had happened a while ago. She isn't shaken by the sudden appearance of a will, moreso lightly amused, and secretly a little glad Callum hadn't died horribly to demons the moment he left. The appearance of Marigold again, though, is quite different indeed.
  9. "That's et m' gonna have t' beat up Cyris fer tryin' to be t' voice of Knox n' shadow puppetin' the shire." Magnolia readies her comically large mallet. "NAE KINGS IN T' SHIRE. ......Dolly 's a good Pumplar t'ough."
  10. Name: Ya girl Magnolia Race: Normal Physcial Traits: Hot wizard Position: Pyrotechnics Experience in field: In arson? [Redacted for legal reasons]
  11. Unfortunately, smelting toads is allowed. Wouldn't make the metal any better than just chiseling it off the toad first, but toad violence is inevitable
  12. I would think, in the event any ST wanted to use bonks for a material gathering event (though I'm not sure how often those happen anymore), it would just be raw ore/crystals. The square brick shape comes from a colony of bonks all nesting together, wearing their edges into rectangles. I don't Think you could smelt a frog into an ingot, taking out the ore impurities, and have the frog be still. Alive. But carving/polishing the bonk's rock layer doesn't hurt them, as it's not living tissue. So: no naturally formed ingots, yes naturally formed square stones. Yes any ore that can be player signed. Yes to polishing/carving the stone pet bonks for decoration.
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