Air

“I hated the mali’thill of Haelun’or at one point…” Stated a brown elf glancing over the missive “It seems they are just a bunch of whiny babies” He said as he tore the missive he was looking at from the wall and tossing it over his shoulder as he walked away “Hopefully they get someone to change their undergarments soon!” The man cackled to himself

cope *proceeds to unveil and throw all 27 flasks of DHMO i was carrying under my comically large trenchcoat*

A certain brown elf with snowy white hair realizes that he was marked down as ‘Mik’ael’ in the invitation. Although not being too happy about it he still planned to attend his daughters second wedding despite his deteriorating state of mind. “Missed the first one but I’ll be sure to attend this one…” The elf murmured to himself before sliding the missive into the confines of his coat “…hopefully I don’t get executed…” He grumbled to himself as he continued on with his day

Air suddenly remembers that he also needs to start his bloodlineless propaganda after reading his fellow snwelf's flyer, but still puts it off until later.

gimme rep

"Mar'maln..." A brown elf mumbled in a low grumble to himself after reading one of the flyers during his journeys. Then proceeding on his walk as he pocketed his hands "When I'm allowed back into Haelun'or without dying my hair or lying about my name, I'll believe your words."

Dire and I had a plethora of people look at this before posting it and not one has made a comment on the formatting of it. Though that doesn't mean that I'm saying that its perfect in the eyes of everyone. This is his first lore post as well as my own, in the future I'll do my best to format my posts in a way that makes reading through it easier. I don't really want this to be something hard to obtain and learn, but more something commonly known and used. The information of the spell would be weaved into the ink of the tattoo during the enchantment, also giving the user a pseudo-voidal connection as a result. I like this idea a lot actually, it would be easier to keep track of who does what and how many tattoos one has as well. Would also keep the players inventory a lot cleaner than having an item for each tattoo. Although the idea of making this a feat did cross Dire and I's minds, the idea you proposed sounds a lot better to have.

I'm open to any suggestions you may have if you feel that way.

Arcane Ink (Arcane Ink is capable of being forged by anyone capable of acquiring the necessary materials. It’s been tacked onto this post due to its need in the creation of Arcane Tattoos) ((A freshly made bottle of Arcane Ink)) Arcane Ink- an ink created by anyone, which can be used for specific enchants such as “tattoo imbuing” or for casual writing. The creator of the ink must be at least tier 3 in any voidal magic or have someone at the level aid them if they wish to attempt the creation process. Needing actual ink, liquid mana (made by the caster themself or the person lending their aid) and ground up focus crystal fragments, every time the caster does this ritual they can fill one bottle of “Magical Brew” which can make 1 T5 tattoo or enough for an entire book to be written with. Arcane Ink is translucent for the first few minutes after its creation, needing some time to settle before use. The glow of the ink is determined by the color of the writer's aura or the aura of the person it's been tattooed onto. Until one of the aforementioned people activates the ink with a bit of their own aura however, the ink will remain black in color like normal ink. Ink Redlines Arcane Tattoos Through the use of Arcane Ink a mage skilled in the art of Transfiguration is able to enchant and apply that ink onto a living person. Retaining a spell of their choosing in the form of a tattoo. On a normal person (non-mage) the tattoo would act as a pseudo-voidal connection, afflicting the non-mage with the same drawbacks as a mage for as long as they remain connected via the tattoo. Though due to their body not being acclimated to the use of the void like a voidal mage, the non-mage will have trouble utilizing these tattoos. Abilities (All abilities listed are purely non-combative and therefore have no set emote count) ((A woman with a T5 Arcane tattoo)) Tattoo imbuing (NC)- when reaching T3 in Transfiguration, the caster will be able to use Arcane Ink to imprint an enchantment onto a person. Enchantment would come after the tattooing is complete. The entire process is as stated: Making the ink -> Tattooing the person -> Enchanting the tattoo The enchanter can NOT enchant a spell that they do not know, with the exception of co-enchanting following its redlines. The size of a tattoo has to represent the power of the enchantment, with the following list always being followed T1 spells - about the size of a wrist tattoo T2 spells- about the size of a forearm tattoo T3 spells- takes up a limb T4 spells- takes up a limb+ (example-right arm, and right peck, or left leg and left forearm, or entire chest and stomach) T5 spells- at least two limbs (example, both arms starting at the hands ending at the shoulders, fully covered) Tattoos should represent the spell that was imbued on it, with a Fire Evocation spell such as “flame-thrower” tattooed as anything, but still hints at a fire aspect Example- A snake that curls up your arm ending with flaming fangs or a snake made out of fire, etc. Imbuing Redlines ((A man with a T3 Arcane Tattoo)) Mending Tattoos (NC)- a process which a mage skilled enough in Transfiguration can go through to reconnect the enchanted tattoo wherever it might of tore, using a bit of Arcane Ink to act as a “glue” as well as the casters own mana to activate the mending process to let the magic flow through the enchantment like normal. Mending Redlines Example of a tattoo user casting a T2 spell: Example of a tattoo user casting a T3 spell with clothes over the tattoos: Example of a tattoo user casting a T5 spell: General Tattoo Redline Credits - Air - Creative Director - DireSwift - Co-Writer - SaviourMeme - Cleaned up grammatical and spelling errors - TheFirstShroom - Proposed a few helpful ideas Refs https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/192184-%E2%9C%93-magic-lore-transfiguration-artisans-of-the-arcane/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/191688-%E2%9C%93-world-lore-focus-crystals/

very neet lore, very cool, i’m not being held at gunpoint to write this +1

One of Evo’lur’s grandchildren somehow gets a hold of this missive and reads it over, he supports this with a mighty thumbs up from somewhere afar. Although not caring much for the happenings of Haelun’or the elf still showed his support for his grandfather… and his disliking for Seth Calith.

It is late in the tundra... The breeze of the ever prevalent blizzard raging on outside the mali's home. A window to his personal chamber cracked open just enough to let a nice draft of wind course through the home. Air himself is placed at his study surrounded by mounds of literature. Piles of books mounted on his desk as well as scattered along the floor. It was late and he was tired, though that wouldn't be too abnormal for this elf in particular. Although, for some reason he felt more tired than normal today, about ready to pass out in his chair. Still, he remained focused on his work, writing away into the book he'd chosen to work on that night. Eventually the fatigue would start to set in some more, more time passing in between each blink as if the man had traversed in time. His head growing heavier as it began to hang from his head, drooping over his desk. Soon he'd succumb to a brief slumber, the grip on his pen loosening as it fell from his grasp and to his wooden floor. The sound produced being just loud enough to jolt him awake, looking around in a frantic and confused daze until he understood what happened, eyes soon setting on the pen he once held. "Oh, it was only my pen...heh." "Maybe its time for me to actually sleep tonight" The elf mumbled aloud as he stood from his chair, pushing it in and closing his book before sluggishly trudging his way toward his bed. The walk was short, eventually he'd find himself stationed at the foot of his bed, uneasily staring into it before swiveling his head about the room. "Air, its fine, you're fine. There is ne one here and you've been drinking that tea Fillia gave you. There is ne reason to relapse in anyway." "Remember...you aren't alone..." He'd mutter to himself quickly, seeming to be reassuring himself. For some reason it seemed the man had trouble falling asleep, how strange. Moments pass as Air stared at his sheets, ranging from seconds to various minutes, though he would not be keeping track. Soon he'd snap out of this state he'd trapped himself in and it was silent. Dead...silent. As the elf took one step forward toward his bed he'd find himself utterly petrified "Air" Said a voice sounding incredibly familiar, though noticeably off in a sense. Rendering Air unable to identify it. "What... are you... doing...?" The voice queried to the petrified Air, as Air stood there mere inches away from his bed. The elf's head craned around the room slowly, an uneasy look set upon his face. To our surprise he'd find no one else in the room, Air's heart rate elevated as he came to knowing this, his uneasy look shifting to one more terrified. He'd quickly find himself scrambling through his coat for a flask of tea that was prescribed to him by his eldest daughter, finding it completely dry. 'PSSHHH' The flask would sound out as it came crashing to the floor, glass dispersing around the area in tiny shards. "Now who's gonna clean that up?" Asked the voice from before comically, sounding almost amused by the reaction of Air. Air's breathing heavies, his gaze bouncing around the room some more. "Leave!" Air commanded with both hands clasped to the side of his head, covering his ears. Air's eyes dropping toward the floor as he backpedaled into the corner of his sleeping quarters, pressing his back to the wall. "Where would the fun in that be my llir?" "Ne matter how hard you may try, you can't get rid of me, same as how you cannot simply be rid of the past." "You know what you've done. Do you honestly think you deserve... to be left alone?" "Think of those you killed you monster, better yet, the lives you ruined without killing." "Scarl-" "SHUT UP!" "Fillianore, Ulfrennallar, even Vunlea." "SHUT UP!" Air hollered again, not being able to pinpoint where the voice was from, though his voice breaking with each shout. "You... were the reason the Puerokars were slaughtered and banished from Elvenesse." "You... ruined your eldest daughters dream of running her late haelun's seed. You even damn near prevented the birth of your grandchild by nearly deciding to off her husband. Hell, I'm even surprised she forgave you." At this point Air would be slowly sliding to the floor and slumping into the corner, keeping a tight hold over his ears as water began to well up in his vision. "You... were most definitely the reason Ulfrennallar is gone, after the damned torment you put that boy through. Must I name that entire list?" The voice cackled amusedly, sounding as if it took pleasure in tormenting Air. Air on the other hand would have his gaze locked to the floor, tears quietly streaming down his face as he could no longer find the strength to respond to the voice. "YOU...! Are the reason VUNLEA was not able to have a normal childhood!" "You drove her once loving haelun into insanity! The woman hardly even wants to speak with Vunlea anymore because of your own stupidity!" "You hardly even spent time with Vunlea after a certain age, you're a horrid father." "And YOU have the audacity to stay in her life? To claim to be her father?" "Please... just... go away... I-I know this already..." Air sobbed out in response from his position in the corner "You... are hated... Air... and rightfully so. There are ne redeeming traits about you, you worthless filth." "I'm positive your 'closest llir' holds some form of hate for you, most likely just using you until you proved useless. Remember what Arevthor told you about Valindra?" "STOP!" Air responded through his tears defensively, voice breaking. "Face it Air... you... are... worthless..." The voice scoffed disgustedly toward Air. "Die already" With that, Air shakily looks up from the floor, setting his gaze onto his right hand. The voice seemed to have left him be, though he wouldn't hear any footsteps retreating from the room. Air slowly rears his wrist back until a blade extends from beneath his forearm, his arm would shake violently as he stared at his own reflection in the blade. "Do it" "Do IT" "DO IT" "Hurry up and do it already" Tears flooded and obscured Air's vision as he stared to the blade, various voices from all around speaking at once. Some sounding familiar and others not, all of which steadily growing in volume as Air struggled to hear his own thoughts. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR... AIR PUEROKAR?" The voice boomed in a commanding tone, followed by snickers and other unsavory insults alike. Air's right hand shakes as he slowly turned it toward himself, his blade scraping across his chest until stopping over the area where his heart was located. "I'M NOT THAT MAN ANYMORE" "THAT IS NO LONGER MY NAME!" "SHUT UP!" Air shouted in response as he pulled his arm away, thus bringing the blade away from his chest and then thrusting it into his left bicep. Air cries out into pain as the blade enters his arm, he slumps back into his corner with a face full of tears and blood leaking from his left arm now, paired with a new wound for him to tend to. Leaving his floor with drops of blood, tears, and shattered glass. Though, for some reason... it'd be quiet once more, the voices silencing and his room ever chilly. No footsteps were heard leaving the room, then again, there weren't any heard entering either... OOC:

Air nods a few times after reading the missive over "As long as I don't get thrown into a vat of acid I've ne objections"

Air looks into a mirror, playing with his facial features here and there, prodding at the skin surrounding his blue eyes. The elf pulled a piece of his white hair into his own view for a moment, then examining his pale brown skin. "Hmm... good enough." He'd shrug, then after fixating his coat and he continued on with his day.

Air Evocress looks the paper over upon entry into the tavern, double taking as he read it and blinking a few times in disbelief "Children...? An honor duel?" The mali bursts into a fit of laughter as he properly registers what he's read "And its with that 'ker boy too!?" The man would be slapping his knee hysterically at this point while slowly trying to calm himself "House Hawksong has an interesting way of raising their young" With that the man strides away from the notice, still chuckling here and there.

"Three, three, three..." The slowly maddening 'ame repeated to himself almost like a chant. A single hand clasped to the side of his head, squeezing somewhat tightly. "First Ulfrennallar, then Vunlea... and now... Mel." The mali furiously punches the wall closest to him, not in rage but frustration? Or was it something else? Many emotions flooded through the mans mind upon receiving this letter - whether he was stable enough to handle such news was for the future to decide. It was loud in his head... the many mistakes and regrets playing through his mind like a broken record player. Torturing him throughout the duration of the night. "I failed another one... I know this... please..." He'd plead, his voice fading. The voices getting louder... and louder... and louder... prevent the man from falling asleep. He wept, he cried, he went through many different emotions that night and we can only pity the neighbors that may have heard him. Just when they thought his cries were finished he let out one more set of words "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! DAMNIT! I KNOW I'M A FAILURE ALREADY!" With that his voice quieted, whether the voices had finally stopped or maybe he had tired himself out was undetermined. The man slowly slipped into slumber either way.

MC Username: CephalonAir RP Name: Air Tournament: Melee

something tells me it won't remove the gravity from his death

Out of all the characters you've played, which one has been your favorite to play and why?

A very banished elf would be removing his fennic gear in a teahouse by his lonesome recalling all the destruction he witnessed in Amaethea "I may not like the leaders of Elvenesse too greatly but I sure hope that most of the inhabitants weren't slain. Glad they were too distracted with the dragons to kill me for entering their lands." The elf finishes removing his fennic gear and dressing himself in his usual dark robes "May not have done very much other than help a few people and load some ballistae, but perhaps that thanic bolt the 'fenn and I rammed up that dragons nether regions had helped turn the tides of battle" he snickers to himself as he recalled such "Some god..."

As a brown elf sneaks into the teahouse after the others are asleep to collect the last of his things in secret he notices the note left on the table. He picks up the note and reads through it himself a few emotions came over him a moment but all he could say was "Be well llir, your daughter is in safe hands" He muttered in a slightly saddened tone, he then placed the note back down and walks deeper into the teahouse to collect his things.

Air comes across this on the notice board of Varhelm, carefully reading it over and walking away with a sigh "Just like that, it seems I'm down a slave" he whispers to himself

A certain brown elf comes across this missive and palms his face after carefully reading it over "Why did I have to be mentioned?" he pouts followed by a sigh "Damn it Tahlia"

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