TheWaffleEater2

Lector

MC Name:

         TheWaffleEater2

Character's Name:

         Rhoynar Nullivari

Character's Age:

         25

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Heraldry

Teacher's MC Name:

         Hotbox_monk

Teacher's RP Name:

         Kassian

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:

         TheWaffleEater2

Character's Name:

         Rhoynar Nullivari

Character's Age:

         25

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Heraldry

Teacher's MC Name:

         Hotbox_monk

Teacher's RP Name:

         Kassian

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:

         TheWaffleEater2

Character's Name:

         Brakaz'Lak

Character's Age:

         62

Character's Race:

         Uruk

Link to your accepted MA:

        https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/224846-shamanism-witch-doctor-ma-thewaffleeater2/?tab=comments#comment-1974598

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

         Witch Doctor

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

Shamanism is a deity magic, in which a character creates a pact with a certain spirit they wish to follow, and then that Spirit granting them mana in which they can use in the real world too help purify the voids, possible to create malicious hexes if they are a Witch Doctor which they are barbaric and require rituals too create many of their hexes and powers, or maybe talk too their ancestors as a Lutamancer which helps give the character a better understand on how their ancestors were and what their goals were, or help to give blessings upon others as a Farseer, granting them easier passage through swamp waters or lifting their saddened mood. All of these abilities can be achieved with speaking to an Immortal or Elemental spirit in old blah, an ancient language only know too the spirits and shamans, speaking to the spirits in old blah can grant you a pact, which is a rite of into using shaman abilities. 

Are there different sections or subsections of magic? Can those be elaborated upon?

For Shamanism though, there are four different sub types, Farseer, Witch doctor, and Animism. Those are all slotted magics, and then Lutamancer is a feat. Each of them has their own, uniqueness to them. Farseer which has far sight and grants blessings. Animism, which works with the pact'd elemental spirit, using their favored element. Lutamancer which helps talk too ancestors. Witch Doctor uses maledictions, and hexes and curses from the spirits and inflicts it upon people or things within the moral realm.

      Witch Doctors use the curses of the spirits and inflicts a bane upon something which will have a negative effect towards their physically or mental state. They can do this with Hexes, chanting a curse, or creating an Elixir which can be stored for later use. Witch doctors mainly focus on the negative effects of the spirits, causing flora and fauna to suffer underneath the curses of the Witch doctor's ritual. 

          Curses are mainly used when a shaman doesn't have tools, or the need to make any elixirs or hexes. Curses are made while doing a Ritual, which would include items or reagents, that would go along with the spirit, which can help flavor the ritual.

                      Cursed Healing, can allow Witch doctors too give limbs back too wounded people, but at a cost of having a curse added to their soul.

           Hexes are bottled maledictions which require the required reagents specific too the spirits curse along with a liquid. Hexes are usually made inside of a cauldron, or something to help mix the reagents and the liquid together, they are mainly used with injecting the hex with a food or drink, they can also be made into a paste for applying too weapons.

           Elixirs are like hexes, except they are more likely to be used for positive effects and they are targeted towards a specific person, where is a hex can be used on anyone. but they still come with a bane. To be made they need their reagents specific too their spirits type, and a liquid that will be mixed together. Elixirs will grant someone 'boons' but its more an obsession of the spirits trait.

       Witch Doctors can also do a very malicious thing, which is gather a victim's blood and a piece of them, and add that to a voodoo doll, which they can use at any distance, or in their line of sight. After their use though, the voodoo doll crumbles in their hand, becoming unusable making it unusable. 

Can you give an example of a casting emote, of a spell of your choice?

Hex of Letharok

Brakaz would stand near the cauldron, igniting the fire that was beneath the hunk of iron. He would begin to pour a frothy salt water inside of the cauldron. He would plop in a couple onions, inside of the hot water. Grabbing ahold of his stirring stick, he would begin too gently stir the contents of the pot, watching the water become intense with heat. He would open a jar of eyes balls, varying of different shapes, sizes, and from different races. He would plop them inside the cauldron, watching them float before sinking down to the bottom.

He would watch the pot begin, watching the contents blend together. He would begin to wave his hand around the cauldron, rocking his hands back and forth. He would begin to chat towards Latharok "Lathrok! khlaarizub Bugd! khlark zaarsh ob nau golb!!!" he would chat as he would continue to stir, the pot beginning too bubble and froth, turning into a yellowish color.

He would grab ahold of a tattered and ragged notebook of a human, which had written his thoughts, his plans and what he wanted with his life, he would rip pages from the book and throw them into the cauldron. being engulfed with yellow flames as they touched the magical brew. He would take pout the stick letting the brew come to a slow spin as the bubbling and frothing continued and increased. 

Brakaz would loom over the cauldron, feeling the heat of the cauldron waft over him, the froths beginning to spill and little bit out of the cauldron. His tattoos would begin to shine as he raised his hands, and he would chant loudly "Gûkza sha ufum agh golb!!!"  He would grab ahold of sand, and a wooden clock. he would dump the contents inside of the cauldron letting it splash a little bit outside of the pot and he would begin to stir, letting the mixture finally take place. The yellowish color began to turn into a brownish yellow.

Grabbing ahold of his stick, he would take it out of the pot, and he would set it to the side, grabbing ahold of a few last minor ingredients he would let them roll out of his hand and he would begin to wave his hands above the cauldron, the cauldron beginning to form a thick and yellowish-brown liquid, as the swirling began too slow down. He would put out the fire and let the heat of the cauldron keep the liquid warm. His tattoos would shimmer and glow as the pot began to calm down from intensity. He would then let the brew sit for a minute.

(Rolled a 4 out of 6)

After letting the brew sit, he would grab ahold of his stick and he would also grab ahold of a long bottle, and he would tip the cauldron with his stick letting the liquid flow into the bottle, making a bottled Hex of Letharok. He would let the cauldron back, and he would cork the top of the bottle. Looking over the liquid, he would nod and would place it on a shelf next too other bottles of hex.

Can you give an example of a teaching-emote (interacting with another) of a spell of your choice?

Brakaz gestures his student over to the cauldron, setting up the ingredients on the table Infront of them the shaman spoke "Today mi wiyll teach latz huw tu mayke hex." pointing his finger to the ingredients he asked "wub do latz need first?"

[student response]

“Dah procezz is nub as different from a spiritwalk.” he adds, showing his student the ingredients layed on the table he explained “latz need to communicate with the spirits the same way, seek their guidance” he'd show an example as he begun to chant in a drum like beat, moving his whole body speaking to the spirits in old blah as he begins to produce a low, grunting sound. He proceeds to tear up the herbs, letting them fall into the cauldron and stirring it, turning to the student he said “Dat wyll bi huw itz done, ub kourze lat kan mayke it iyn latz own waiy, but mi choze diz zimple azh juzt dunt forget to tuune latz grukker to it.”

[student response]

the shaman nodded in approval at his student's moves “In every hex latz need to use gahk ingredients and call the spirits at least twice for them to hear you and help you with the hex.” he sat down crossing his legs throwing his hand forward to gesture the student to begin the ritual themselves “Let mi peep how latz du it nuw, do nub forget tu kall da zpiritz, dey ahm latzs guiydanze.”

Say your student powergames during or after teaching, how do you reprimand that?

If my student power gamed, i would warm them of what could happen if they continue too do it after teaching, and then I would give them tips on what they can do better on, how to be more aware of the rp situation and how they should approach the situation in a shamanism user standpoint, as being taught it's a learning curve and you're trying to learn the magic as well as how to become a quality rper while using Shamanism. But if they continue to power game after teaching, i would have to report them, too ST.

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

         No

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

         Yes

Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.

         No

Swamp boogaloo: Swampgoth 5.0

                   The Worshippers of Laklul have been lost and stranded within the swamps and deserts without guidance. The past few Swampgoths have stranded our true task at hand, putting shadows along our paths and blocking ways of what our true purpose is, for once we will be guided too our eternal goal, and finally completing it.

                        “I will not stand for this anymore. I, Brakaz'Lak, the tongue of Laklul, will not allow abuse against my clan's name, and drug through the dirty waters of rotten lukz. We used to have great honor within Krug, from Shreck’lak to Murdok’Lak, our Swampgoth’s were full of achievements, uruks still cannot achieve some of the feats they have done. The last Swampgoths had abandoned us and left us in the dust. I shall bring glory back to our name, we will once more strike fear into the hearts of pinkies and twiggies. The realm of Laklul will be bountiful as we strive forward with new goals and unresolved quests finally achieved by us. I stand here, as a son and a devout worshiper of Laklul, I shall take the mantle of the sacred title of Swampgoth, and I will bring forth our clan to victory, too long have we been riddled with worms and FALSE TOALAKS. Our Toalaks will grow bigger than ever, the Spirit realm will once more feel the might of the Mighty Laklul, Lord of the Swamps, if I do not hear anything in 2 weeks tik, the title is mine."

LUP LAK’LUL!!!!!

Signed,

zon ub da zwampz agh head tayker ub twiggiez.

-~ ᛏᛅ ᛏᚼᛅᚱᚴ ᚢᛅᚱ ᚾᛁᚴᚼᛁ ᚢᛅᚱᛁᚴᛅᚾ ~-

(AMBIENCE MUSIC)

(A note would have been left inside Klouf’s room) 

                     The hoard of a dwarf is more than just gems, weapons and his trinkets he has collected. It's what makes him a part of the Khazadmar. It fuels the life within a dwarf, it fuels the sense of when one knows they're about to strike big on an expedition. A hoard is what completes a dwarf, it's what makes them dwarven. Without a hoard, are they truly a dwarf?

                    The hoards can say a lot about a dwarf, a small but highly valued hoard could mean that a dwarf is picky in what he wants, or he’s just beginning the hoard. A large hoard could mean he is a collector of low valued items, or they are an experienced hoarder. The size or the value can mean much to a dwarf. It's what others think of the hoard. But in the end, it is how you worship your god, in this case. The Lord of Avarice is not much of a favored god compared to Dungrimm, Yemekar or Oghradad. But he is still common within the treasures of the dwarves.

                    Grimdugan is not picky about a dwarfs hoard, as long as he is adding or taking value into his hoard. Every hoard pleases the lord of Avarice. Not many dwed think about the full aspects of Grimdugan's hoard and its importance to oneself. The Master of the Hoard has a boisterous cave, filled with statues of emerald from distant lands, the cave floor stained with gold, coins above the waist level, gems and ingots scatter the floor, decorated pots, and intricate weapons would lay on racks scattered through the cavern. There was no limit too Grimdugans Hoard. It was vast through the caverns of the gods. There always seemed to be a misconception of Grimdugan, the teachings should be more about the hoard that one collects instead of the darkness Grimdugan keeps with him. Darkness only leads to corruption and plagues, the hoard is what makes a dwarf's wealth, shows how much he follows Grimdugan. Greed is what helps fuel the hoard, without greed, we would become unhungry for more. But greed used for the wrong things leads us down the dark path that Grimdugan misleads us too. That is why we must stay hungry for the horde to get bigger or gain more value to it. That is what Klouf did, he kept true to the hoard, and he made sure it was bountiful, but all his trinkets had meaning, from fighting liches to going on mining expeditions, it didn't matter too much to him though. It was all just replaceable with something of more value.

( -ᛏᛅ ᛁᚱᚱᚬ ᛁᚱᚬᚾ ᚴᛚᚬᚢᚠ - )

                    Klouf had believed that Grimdugan was a powerful god, an’ underdog' so to say. The concept of the hoard and greed fueled him, he enjoyed gathering knowledge, and collecting rare trinkets from the corners of the lands. For Klouf though, his hoard was subtle, but it had value, from items collected from his first expedition to Attenlund, and gathering a Nechzerak horn, top fighting the wigs of Oren, collecting a voidal stone from the Voidal hallow in Ando Alur, to fighting atop of the Titan attempting to defeat the traitorous Draakompf Doomforge. He has collected many items through his journey, some which are unforgettable. Some would say that something valuable would need to have a special item, too, such as an unbreakable rune, or maybe something impossible to grab only by the hands of a god. But to Klouf, it wasn't any of those, it was a simple axe, forged of crude iron from the mines of Alamaris, an axe forged for his father. It was his first ever axe he had forged coming to Urguan, which his soon to be clan father would have helped him at the time. It was a momentous time for Klouf, he had learned to forge properly within the big city, and he wanted to get his name out there. But his thought was, it was replaceable, and it was replaced, but new weapons he crafted every day. 

               The room Klouf sat in would be a cozy stone cave, his valuables littered the room, the fireplace would be burning with wood, the smell of fire made an aura of smell through the room, a small carpet would be laid across the floor making it seem homey and it had your typical dwarven tools hung on the walls.

                    Klouf would pick the axe up taking a good look at it giving it a final glance and he would say aloud “Elloh yeh buet, es beehn a whole since oi’ve seen yeh.” He would wipe his hand across the shined head of the axe,  Klouf's body would tremble even with the fire going and the heat of his own body, it trembled through the night sky. He would unbuckle the helm and he would set it atop of the table that was next to him, he’d take off his boomsteel gauntlet and he set it next to the old helm. He would then stare into the fire, watching the flames jump back and forth as his breaths began to get shallower and shallower. The fire grew hotter and brighter as he sat there enjoying the flames jump back and forth “Teh flames, a glorious ting teh tink about, always needin something teh fuel it, breath agh heat. Meh hoard wos teh same, Narvok ‘oz Grimdugan, o’ lord o’ avarice, o’ darkness. Guide meh hand too Khaz’a’dentrumm an’ allow meh teh roam your halls as a part of’ your hoard. Oi ‘ad shown ottahs wot deh hoard can do, what can beh collected within teh hoard, and what shoul’ beh expected on’ teh hoard. Meh time ‘ere has been finished Meh lord, its time fur ah new Grimgold teh take mantle o’ teh eldeh seat.”  Klouf would bring his axe towards his chest, and he would take one more glance as his hoard, hoping it would get distributed towards his kin and used in something greater. “Narvok oz Korodaurok, Narvok oz Grimdugan. May teh gods foind meh soul wortheh to be in teh halls o’ teh dead.” And with that, he would kiss the head of his axe, staring into the fire taking his last couple breaths, he would slowly close his eyes allowing the forever slumber to take over, his skin beginning to turn pale as his soul would be seeped from his body and carried through the stars to be auctioned off to the Brathmordakin. 

With this it’s the end of the honorable and curious Klouf “Forged-Fist” Grimgold, The Defender of Khron’Hundmar, Proud Rhun Cultist, 3rd Armakak’s Coin, Ex-Guild Lord of the Obsidian Pickaxe, Grimdugan’s devoted worshiper, and most of all the jockey of Azdromoth. 

Ok Az Dharg Yno’Ordul Gor

( ᚬᚴ ᛅᛋ ᛏᚼᛅᚱᚴ ᛁᚾᚬ ᚬᚱᛏᚢᛚ ᚴᚬᛦ )

(Klouf’s Helm resting on the table.)

(Three silver and gold-colored letters with a black fiery fist wax seal on each of them, with small golden linen wrapped around the seals. They would be sent using a beautiful large Ram, the horns larger than its head, colored black and gold. The wool would be thick looking like its ready to be sheared off.)

The Honourable, Alaric Grimgold @AlaricGrimgold

The Honourable, and my Mentor, Norli Starbreaker. @Nooblius

The Iron Khazad, My kin, Rylanor Goldhand. @AfroJoeTheOlogBro

          Surrounding the area would be a lush swamp, the reeds grew strong along the water line. The Water was filled with life, but yet was still. Eyes peered through the water looking at the Lak. As the Lak treaded through the swamp, a low rumbling croak would be heard, and the Zhomo would swing around seeing what looked like a hill but had gleaming slimy eyes peering down at the simple Lak. The Lak would stand there staring at the large toalak, before the toad would let out a large croak.

“GAAAAAAAZZZZZZ ASSSHHHHHHHH, AMATTTTTTTT LATTTTTT ÛSSSSSSS-LATTT PAASHNAARRRRR SHARRR-GHAARAAAIZIGGGG”

The Lak would cover his face as the loud croaking would blow himself back a bit, escaping from the maws of the great Toalak. The Lak would then respond.

“IZIG BAAK BÛBHOSH LAKLUL, GOTH OB NIINGHAMP.”

Laklul would erupt in a croak, shaking the trees, causing birds to flap away from the moving branches. The Still waters would be pushed away causing small waves too crash across the swamp, the fish stirred from the sound of the croak.

“LATTTTTTT RAK KRÛFIZIGGGGGGG, LAT ZAAAAUUUUUG HIILLLLLLLL GHASHAN-IZUB. LATTTTTTT ZAAAAAAUUUUUUUG   DRAAAAAGHHHH IZUBB NIIIINNNGHAAAAMPPPP BÛBHOSHUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!”

The Lak would nod, dipping his head to the great LAKLUL, being tasked that he will need help from his clan. He would return to the Mortal plane, with tasks whizzing his head, and the dying need to rebuild what has been needed for some tik.

Brakaz'lak would have been meditating within the swamp, as he felt a shift of the air and the Toalaks stopped croaking... The Lak knew something bad has happened.

"Hmmmm mi kan uze diz fur fizhing." Brakaz'Lak would say giving a nod. 

"LUP LAK'LUL" A young shaman would say raising his hands in the air. 

MC Name:

         TheWaffleEater2

Character's Name:

         Brakaz'Lak

Character's Age:

         23

Character's Race:

         Uruk

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Shamanism - Witch Doctor

Teacher's MC Name:

         TheBlackBobRoss

Teacher's RP Name:

         Murdok'Lak

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

Ohio?

Brakaz'Lak would smile proudly at the missive and would say "Finali, Klan Lak haz been noticed in ouah komming bak. LUP LAKLUL!!!."

I wanna see Racial Buffs, and something like Nexus come back.

Elf-5555 Reporting for duty. Sir! 

Klouf was there and he helped.

"Congratz, Y Hetman." Ivan would say holding a thumbs up, and would then go back to collecting Mina.

Hey! I'm looking for players to help build a nice family up from the ground. We have a couple members, but im looking for more people to help. A Little bit about us. We are Reavir folk, so we are slavic in some ways, we do tend too use the accent, but its up too you. We are within Adria, which is bustling with activity currently. The Family name is Ratispora, and it dates all the way back to the original Adria! Lmk on discord if you're interested Waffle#9820

Elves drool, Dwarves Rool

MC Name:

         TheWaffleEater2

Character's Name:

         Brakaz'Lak

Character's Age:

         16

Character's Race:

         Orc

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Animism - Water Pact

Teacher's MC Name:

         Evonpire

Teacher's RP Name:

         Kybal'Akaal

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

The Flow of Water.

     The two uruks sat on a large tree in the middle of a colorful lake within Krug. Then one began to chant, a loud beating hum, and a steady beat following the chant as they began to feel their souls sucked away.  

     Brakaz'lak would feel himself tugged light, before his eyes would close in the mortal realm. Once he had reopened his eyes, he was falling within a black abyss. His eyes watered as he felt the air hitting his eyes, he would go to rub them, after opening them back up. He would find himself atop a large lily pad, within a mangrove swamp. He looked around before hearing a thunderous croak, and a large tree-frog jumped out of the water, covered in spiritualistic marking along the body, making it shine lightly within the dim light of the forest.

     The tree-frog had croaked, and he let out a sentence in old blah, that Brakaz couldn't understand, but the shaman that brought Brakaz here had translated it for him. The tree-frog was the lesser of Akathro, Grogurk. He was an amazing sight as he croaked and moved around, and Brakaz couldn't believe he was doing this, but he was ready for it. 

     The Spirit would agree to pact with Brakaz, but his duties are to keep the pools, and the waters around the Goi full of life, and making them healthy. He is to make a shrine dedicated to Grogurk. Once they had agreed, brakaz would feel himself pulled under with the toad, and he could feel himself being trapped, and suffocated, feeling the spirits safety had let go, and he was going to drown. He went to close his eyes, letting death welcome him. But after a small bit, he would open his eyes to see himself back atop the lily pad, and he looked around a bit confused, and he told his shaman that he was ready to return. Once he returned, he felt himself wet, and he didn't go into water at all in the mortal realm recently. He would think on this, for a moment, before going to return to the Goi. 

Brakaz'Lak is still shaken from what happened. So he just holds a thumbs up and smiles 

"Oi dinn' know weh had gotten soh soft, an' fookin whoineh." a Dwarf would shake his head and would throw the missive into the trash.

Klouf Grimgold would grab his book of "Clans that have tried to kill Grimgolds." and he would add the so called "Hammerfist" clan, and he would say to himself "shame tat a whole face, paints a whole clan. But it is wot it is." he would then finish writing up in the book and would say "Yeh knew, Now dat oi tink oh it, teh onleh successful clan teh scare off Grimgolds were teh Stahbreakehs. Goo' luck!"