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Viapatrino stares at the missive, standing solidly in one place "Brother-" They call out towards @PinkPyro"We moved our hand with a quil in it, yet we still do not understand what we have signed." The towering figure utters in emotionless voice "Explain."

Shhh... You saw nothing.

I edited my lore a little, so now it's basically that instead of swift teleport like other spells in translocation, voidal burial is a more gradual process, so it just kills the person before they are fully consumed by the void, leaving their soul in normal plane.

After a bit of thinking I set the range to 10 blocks, and am thinking about adding mechanic that exists in a Voidal Pocket. So, for every 10 blocks between the target and magi apart from the basic distance, you will need to add one emote, up to +30 blocks max. I don't really want to make it uncapped. That just seems somewhat unrealistic. You have a point, however sometimes people take bodies of the fallen enemies, putting them in a morgue for later use. Later, they might even cremate, which practically makes the body impossible to be restored. Therefore, I don't think it matters that much, does it? Wait nvm. I read the piece u sent. Um. I'll try to figure something out I guess. Alright. After some thinking, I guess I figured out the solution, and it had been added to the lore. Thanks for your feedback!

Voidal Burial [T4]: Non-combative As your foe falls down defeated, conjure your magic one last time. Don’t leave the body to decay. Tear the realm apart. Push the fallen opponent into The Void. A feat that allows magi to send their fallen enemies or corpses into the void. Yes.

Gotcha. Unfortunate, though I guess fair.

Credits of the father Lore: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/192239-%E2%9C%93-magic-reformat-voidal-translocation-dlc-2999-usd-patch-notes/ Brisk shift is a way of utilizing Brisk Step upon another person. OOC reason: In basic Translocation lore, there is a Group Teleportation spell. Basically, it is utilizing Minor Teleportation upon other people. Therefore, I thought it would make sense to also have Brisk Step + another person. The spell starts at T4 for two reasons. First, magi learns group teleportation in T3, and then starts to understand how to work with other people more proficiently. Second, T4 doesn't have any new mechanics at the very moment, so apart from getting stronger with old spells, magi doesn't really get anything.

[!] This is how the sculpture is shaped:

"The void shall perish!" The elf exclaimed with a firm nod

Orinmon let out a long hum. Slight squint of his eyes appeared on his face as a light chuckle escaped elf's lips. "I should help Braxus out. Teach him correct ways of impurity-" The elf stated with another chuckle before casting the missive aside, which vanished in a burst of dark purple mist The towering figure stated at the missive. They did not comment it in any way, as it was still troubling to read.

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The towering figure stares at the missive. Stonish hand rose towards the paper as one of the digits extended forth "What?--" The construct questioned someone with a blank, emotionless voice, not being able to read that. Orinmon also stared at the missive, one of his brows quirked. "Did they... Didn't Braxus die or..?" The elf murmures as confusion and amusement flickers in his tone

"funny." The elf murmures out

Orinmon furrows his brows after his gaze quickly read the missive. His gaze returned back upon the paper and a quil laying by it. "So how long would this thing take, eh?" He murmured to himself in a pondering manner, dangling his hands to the sides "What if I'll make it a bit smaller mm..?"

"Powerful." The elf announced with a chuckle, resting in his seat.

"Those who're against you, should be first asked to leave. If they refuse, force them. Even though you don't want any rebelion in your city, I agree that there is no point in spilling more blood." Orinmon murmurs quietly to @Twinny, with a missive in his hand

"Alwin needs a wife." Orinmon states in a pondering voice as his gaze scans the missive

Orinmon gazed over the missive. A light smile blurred across his face "Ivarielle actually won." A light chuckle crossed his face "She still owes me grass however" The elf stated with a firm nod

Orinmon sat in the small, cozy tavern somewhere within Urguan lands "He is actually a chad!" The elf exclaimed odd word, with a chuckle escaping his lips, after his emerald gaze quickly read the missive

"What if I refuse?" The elf mutters out.

Orinmon's face blurred in a light smile. He peered down at the missive, casually scanning it with his emerald gaze. The elf then pulled an empty letter, reached for ink and quil and started writting something. When he was finished, he firmly nodded several times. The letter was addressed to @Monkee and simply questioned - "Did you finally get heaters? - Orinmon.". He then snapped his fingers in a loud manner, with a light grin remaining. Ebon raven darts off from one of Orinmon's chests, and lands near the elf. He then swiftly attaches the letter to raven's leg and sends the bird off. Raven leaves the room through slightly opened door. Orinmon then grabbed the missive, and read it once again. A frown formed on his forehead. "Xionists." The elf mutters out to himself before putting the missive back on his table and standing up from the seat. He slowly paced to the door and left the room, shutting it behind.

"He is sick?" The elf murmured to himself as he read the missive and his pupils glimered with dark purple "Hmph, he was better than the previous one, I'll give him that. May he rest in peace." Orinmon mutters out as violet flames embraced the missive and shortly after faded as flickering fire disappeared along with it