Valannor

A Leal Wyrmstalker would frown, soon setting off in shifting guise - for she had a couple to check up on, and hunts to prosecute anon...

We're in the process of completely fixing mysticism so expect like 2-4 more posts like this

I stan for my boy archi, love this fuckin lore GIB

It corrupts the soul. Not sure what lore you're reading that Corcitura aren't tainted

Why can they be vampires

Would that loathsome beast yet linger, it would indeed cackle at the mockery of this so-called schism; but alas, it was felled, scattered within the Ebrietaes after being annihilated by the collapse of a voidal tear. Canondom could not kill it, but abject perdition certainly could!

A Wyrmstalker frowns, noting the numerous grammatical errors within her grandson's missive. Their credibility would surely be destroyed, and their argument rendered null, by this horrific and terrible shortcoming. She slammed the cell door of the aberration's spawn in response to this. This was a public relations disaster!

I concur with SriFoo, Stag's Stamina's effects are already present in Kings Ivy, while Seared Salts are just the effects of Cryptid Mushroom. Mundane botany herbs that don't need alchemy and won't be gatekept. Adunian camo is kind of cool tho ngl

1 taco bell dinner for two

Within the fabled Underkingdom it began - for a pact between the Sun and the progeny of Urguan was struck, an alliance and friendship centuries strong rewarded by the august candor of the Light. A people renowned for artifice would be returned their former glory, the heart of machination beginning to beat once more. Beneath the light of the radiant dawn, soon would smoke come to fill the sky, the smog of industry once more choking the lush forests with the stench of ironclad progress. For indeed, fire was the birthright of Urguan’s sons, and it was fire that they would wield to reclaim what once was lost. It is said that the flame inspires progress, freedom, and release from stagnancy. Fire untamed is reckless, crude… destructive. Yet now, fire was brought to heel, the blows of hardy hammers bringing the untamed chaos to righteous order - for what is flame but passion, and mere fuel for the forges which wrought machines beyond reproach in elder days, and would do so once again? For those who paid particular heed to the rumblings of the Mountain’s folk, it would soon be made clear in plainest fashion. Smoke and Steam have both been taken in hand by that righteous race - and the Sun itself would come to smile upon them. And even the Light shall shine through blackened clouds.

Cold was hand upon heart of stone, for within forlorn crypts an aged relic of infernal war roused from his slumber. The myriad souls within his being raged and writhed, but a grumble of elder speech brought them to heel - for on the wind was this call to arms heard for the Shore Walker, he who bore within him the being of the Lord of the Shore; and with a rasped croak befitting of the dead whom he held dominion over, he made known the decree of Covenant. "We fight. We die. We rise. The pearly white sands of our blessed Shore await these tyrants of the Widu's domain..."

A Leal Wyrmstalker decides that now is the time for action - if everyone has a weapon, then clearly everyone will be too afraid to use it on each other!

It was a joke... Chill bruh

This is why I just give the guards my pickaxe and not my tanglefoot, thanhic estoc, meteorite hammer, 7 paladin relics, MArt, genetically modified murder hound, or my 5 will o' bottles and blasting potions which I will use to commit terrorist acts within the city. works every time...

That function was originally intended to stand in as the former Penance brand that we had under the creed-based system, though I can see how it'd be taken that way. I'll figure out how to rework it to not be a spooky but still able to be smacked on paladins or non-paladins alike. I can specify the blood sacrifice to be a Paladin. Honestly didn't think of people using civvies for the Sunwells but you're correct in that, as written, people could honestly just use a normal person's blood. It will be amended to fix that shortcoming. Thank you for the constructive criticism, chief. o7 Edit: Changes applied, refer to Changelog.

Oh don't you worry, once I'm done fixing Mystics I'll be poking one of the lizards regarding an idea Ryloth had.

Is it motivation or spite, my brother...

“Our strength upon this plane will grow. Order extends his hand to create the first Bastions.” Wells of Sunlight Once it was on the Isle of Sheerok that the servants of Order would congregate in great numbers upon a blessed peak, where the sun shone brightest and blazed eternal in its divinity, in order to perform sacral acts of ritual magicks pioneered by the Arknight, David of Karlem - enacting awe-inspiring works of hallowed sorcery in the time of strife against the Black Scourge, and to bless the land with sunlight eternal. Though much of these grandiose sacraments has been left forgotten, burned to ashes upon the fall of Sheerok or left abandoned in the ruined tower of starlight that Zyanna had called home, the Chosen of Order have rediscovered them in due time; power was sacrificed for power, and further dedication to the Lord of Sunlight allowed a select few to once again call upon the heavenly power latent in christened sacrament. The Sunwell (Soulsong, Final Fantasy XIII.) Sunwells are volatile yet potent fonts of Xannic magick, acting as a limitless well from which a Paladin may draw upon in sacrament. As opposed to a Chancery, which serves as a nexus of Xan’s own sapphire mists, the Sunwell draws upon raw and unfettered Mist from the Lord of Sunlight’s realm, and acts to further usher this blessed essence into the mortal world. First conceived by the likes of David and Sarea upon Sheerok in elder days, Sunwells are required to perform any act of ritual magick, for the Lion’s pride are unable to muster the power themselves, much less channel such extreme amounts of Mist in a productive manner. The inception of a Sunwell is a highly ritualistic affair, often tailored to the tastes and culture of the Paladins conducting the rite - in essence, a largely freeform ritual pertaining to the themes of Order and Sunlight. However, the concrete requirements are unable to be forgotten; Three Paladins, with the primary leader of the ritual being of the fourth tier, a blood sacrifice of no wanting quantity from the Paladin leading the rite, and 5 Lightstones that will form the groundwork of the Sunwell. The construction of the Sunwell itself is likewise freeform, the only strict requirement being that a space must be had for the nexus of holy energy to form within - with things such as floating wisps of energies and other hallowed phenomena occurring around the site being a rather common occurrence. An example of an active Sunwell. The properties of a Sunwell are nonetheless curious - for it is the Sunwell’s volatility that grants it the strength befitting of its mantle. One will find that attempting to place a Sunwell in the immediate proximity of a Chancery would result in it violently exploding, as the structure attempts to draw upon the Sapphire Mists, and overloads the Lightstones that make up its foundation. They exude an immense aura of sanctity in their radius, akin to the environment of a Chancery, though much harsher; while those of the Light and the Gray would be gifted an extreme warmth akin to a hot summer’s sun, the enemies of Order would be afflicted with a terrible sensation of fright. Sunlit Sacraments (By Noah Bradley, "Sunbond.") Pioneered by the likes of the Arknight and the Greenward Cleric, Sunlit Sacraments utilize the power of the Mists and the energies of the Sunwell to perform great feats of ritual magick - acts of ceremony and sanctum that render unto the earth splendorous acts of miracle sorcery. While in elder days it took but one of the Apostle’s number, the rediscovery of ritual magick begot far less potency, requiring a good number of Order’s servants to weave the starlit Mists in such a way. The scope of such rites is vast and varied, lending greater versatility to the Lion’s Pride when it comes to matters far from the battlefield. “It was a privilege to be there that day, of all days in the year. We stood upon the peak of that mount celestial, where even the Ten gathered for the occasion - a large bulk of the Order standing by our side. The chanting in heavenly tongues reached my ears just as the warm radiance of the dawn caressed my cheek, and I beheld the sun in all of its majesty upon the distant horizon. A pride welled within me as the voice of Hilan broke the woven canticle, his decree ironclad as he gestured with his lance - the lance - towards the east; “Bask.” And so we did, placing ourselves in leal submission towards the rising light, exhaustion gripping my young and weary heart after the battle for Myrantalos. And then I raised my head, and beheld Sarea with her arms outstretched towards the heavens - and Sheerok was blanketed in the effluvient dawn, a luminance I’d only scarcely known welling in the depths of my soul. For the briefest turn of the sundial, I had forgotten we were even fighting a war at all. At that moment, I knew only Light.” - Initiate Vathrus’ observations of Sunbreak. Rite of Sunlight A favored technique devised by the Sunlit Artificer and revered Apostle, Jared Blackfoot, this rite was once utilized to imbue the very essence of the sun into various armaments of war against the Black Scourge. Herald Sunbreak Once, upon the Isle of Sheerok, the calling of ‘Sunbreak’ occurred upon the dawning of a new year, blanketing the island in divine radiance befitting of Xan’s dominion over it. While the memories of the last light that shone upon Sheerok have long since faded from mortal memory, the ability to call forth a pale imitation of it remains. Ritus Sol A sacral anointment once offered by the likes of Sarea and Johnathan White, the Rite of the Sun may be used in many ritual functions; from branding those who’ve undertaken a pilgrimage of penance, to blessing those who wish to walk the Sunlit Path. Warden’s Judgement Wrought through one of the few periods of clarity and calm experienced by Azrael Athna, some foes upon Sheerok were far too powerful to be permanently slain by conventional means. Instead, the Breaker forged in sacral flame a way for the scions of Ash to be contained on a near-permanent basis, should their containment remain untampered with. Sacrament of Legacy The reverence of heroes is an aged and stalwart tradition amongst the followers of Xan - their tales and legends passed down through generations. To honor the legacy of the fallen, the Lion’s Pride soon found it fitting that the arms and armor they once bore would carry whispers of their bearer’s history, and be utilized for hopeful communion. Purpose, Citation & Credits Writing - Valannor Original Conceptualization, Format - Johann Feedback and Ideas - ChumChum, Nivndil, The Paladin Community This piece was mainly conceived as part of a months-long plan, originally decided on by myself and Johann. It was written out of a desire to expand Paladinism beyond being a solely combat-based magic, and to expand the ability of the community to provide compelling roleplay and give them additional tools with which to shape a given narrative through a series of rituals that, while not combatively based, certainly would serve to spur roleplay and drive folks to engage with the larger world, and for the larger world to engage with the Paladins. In addition to the now-rich cultural base of the Paladins of Xan, it is my hope that this addition will serve to expand the horizons of the larger scope of Xannic magic, and allow for some truly unique stories and events to unfold. The nature of Sunwells is such that they can never really be made within Paladin strongholds, instead needing to be located out in the world itself, allowing for more open engagement and the potential for easier destruction - things that lend well with the cornerstone spells of this addition.

In fire she was born, and to Fire she was beholden. A Keeper remembered well the valiant de Astrea, that Absolon, from her time spent upon that loathsome mortal coil. From beyond the grasp of the Allfather she crossed her arms, appearing as some vague apparition in the corner of her Barrowlord's gaze. A faceless mask was all she was known by to the remnant living, but even that charred visage dipped its head to the passing of the warrior. She looked to the one whom she was bound, and uttered henceforth a singular inquiry - the most she'd spoken in decades. "Inerrant is the path of which we walk - we fall, we rise, we fight... do others come back, or are they doomed to never again glimpse that which they have fought for? I wish that upon our realization of the Age of Fire, that I never more need bear witness to the passing of mortal lives."

We do a little bit of courageous charging to relieve the siege of Vienna.