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[!] This missive was spread throughout the streets of Haelun’or and some individuals of questionable figure extended it as far as a handful of major cities. (Sketch by @S1nnerVsSa1nts) [!] Here laid an artistic sketch of who was likely the author of this missive, it likely served no other purpose than to look down upon the reader. TO THE IGNORANT AND ILL-EDUCATED; It has occurred to me that throughout these lands lay little to no alchemists of notable caliber. Instead I find there to be improperly educated folk who only know how to throw a few symbols together to create an explosion. This is a mockery to the craft that they practice, but rather than fester in my disgust and berate them from afar, I extend my hand out to educate the uneducated. I do this in hopes that it will birth a generation of competent scholars who may earn the title “Alchemist.” This offer is not restricted to those practicing alchemy, or even novices who’s educators have failed them, but also to those very educators themselves, non-practitioners with interest in the craft, and whoever else deems themself worthy of the title Alchemist. I encourage you to come and debate my views if you see fit, prove me to be the ignorant one should it be needed, though I doubt such a case ever happening. I am not teaching the art of alchemy or any other applications of the material alphabet to those in attendance, this lecture serves to educate you in the deeper aspects of the alchemical and so on. Though this is not to say I won’t be looking for prospective students. I am a scholar, a craftsman, a smith, and an Alchemist above all else; I am Ante’ahern, and I now reside within the walls of Haelun’or, find me here for my first lecture in the coming elven days. Approach me earlier should you wish to chat ahead of schedule.

"Took her long enough" Muttered Cresence's brother as he overheard the speech, now fancying a nice long walk through the city by himself. "Perhaps I should object to their marriage for no reason..."

I did If a handful of people break a redline, that's a them issue: but if that many people keep breaking the redline, it's a lore issue, imo not necessarily, esp when the redline is as clear as “you literally cannot do this or else you’re breaking lore” id understand it being a lore issue if the redlines were more vague, but i cant rlly speak on experiences with people powergaming this lore because i dont normally run into people using it. only some friends and the original lore writer Booklight (who made a very unique and interesting rp scenario using it)

not trying to argue or anything but just saying that you should report anyone blatantly breaking redlines Passengers must be willing, cannot bring an unwilling subject into the mindscape. Passengers may exit at any time. The practitioner and Passengers are all aware that they are currently in the mind of another, and cannot be tricked into thinking that it is the real world.

Aelros overhears the booming of voice through the streets of the magic city on one of his walks; curiously the elf listens in while also looking for the source of the speech, "Lanre has...?" A snicker broke from from his maw, erupting into roaring laughter. "All of their forces and yet he still wasn't felled? I'd see that as more embarassing if anything..." His raging laughter continued before vanishing from the streets, leaving a violet flash of light in his place.

A carefree elf, ginger haired elf with sharp yellow eyes had been quietly wandering the roads, as per usual, just when a sudden thought struck his mind. "Hmm... I should probably go find Philos one of these minutes. He's overdue for his next lesson- maybe he'll let me prod at his form." Muttered that red elf to none other than himself. "Quite curious that one is." And so he continued on with his day, unknown to the fate that has befallen this curious student.

i like the post mostly, but this is the only part of it ill question. i dont see why an aspiring blood mage cant also learn a new spell from a different teacher with a valid TA.

"Huh?" Exuded from a pallid ginger elf as the missive caught his eye. "They have a..." His words fell short, reduced to vague mumbling. "With a similar style to Celianor's too..." Continued that same ginger elf, eventually reaching the matchmaking section and excreting a snicker. "I wonder..." A smile spread across his visage, rather than finish the thought, he found himself wandering elsewhere.

why am i best alch goober (20 page thesis and i will not take no for an answer) whats kept u here all this time (or coming back at least) favorite rp plotline/scenario what drives u to do the cool rp u do

"It's still there, that ire... why?" Spoke an elf in the company of no one but himself, resting the new missive on a lab table before the churns of progression sounded freely throughout the empty halls; metal gears and flesh harmonizing in unison

"It's finally over" Spoke a very tired Wynasul, seated comfortably somewhere cold. "Too long it has been... damned Valyris' fault."

"Oh, I remember these, I suppose she finally found the time to pen them to paper" So smiled a ginger Wynasul, waking from a long mid-day slumber within his office.

The head steward sleeps peacefully in his office, unaware of the on goings of the rest of the nation! He dreamt of a manor, a beautiful one by the water's edge.

that's the point