Tk4522

Emony holds her Oni mask over her heart. 

"Borok... Lat flatted lyke uh true zon uv krug. Lat wyl bhee remembur'd..." 

The most common word I use to start an emote is "would" so, I'm mostly in past tense. but in [!] emotes its all present.    

So, my problem with Farseer is the neutered blessings. 

This doesn't fix that. In fact if current blessings are neutered, this rewrite completely dissembowles them with no remorse. 

"Even with this, I don't think I'll ever trust the people of Ceila' Nor." 

Emony states as she reads this missive over her current weapon schematic. 

Dayts wub Mi likez tuu peep. 

Emony states happily.

Proud teacher moment. 

          It had been decades since the pact was first formed. Oaths were made, some kept, and others broken, though through this, one constant remained, a half goblin whose skin was stained with the ichor of her matron. Throughout this span, the ire of Gazighaz occasionally followed the aging hybrid, but in truth the spirit and the masked shaman that followed her word to the very letter had grown distant. Even still, when Emony’s power waxed, the mother of blood smiled, her hands folded in anticipation of the day she could call for her dept to be repaid. Gazighaz bid her time for the day when the hybrid’s power reached its zenith.

            The day eventually came when the blood mother’s patience waned far below a tolerable level. A cold fog rolled in over the city of San Velku as deep within her bowls, a magician and her master practiced rituals that were considered too dark for the eyes of ordinary folk. The goblin seemed to take to the lesson quickly, aiding in the right with only a few minor issues indicative of a first timer. As they concluded, Emony felt a strange twinge in her nostrils. She ascended the set of stairs out of the hidden space with haste, all the while grasping her nose shut with her thumb and fist finger. By the time she had reached the main square, her face had begun to pale as blood trailed down her chin. Her pace was slow as she held her right hand against the surrounding walls for support as she made her way to her shop.

            Blood now flowed freely from the nose of the goblinoid, trailing behind her as she weekly climbed the ladder to her office. As she passed the mirror within the cave-like space a look of horror settled upon her face. Within the mirror’s reflection stood a half goblin with pale green skin. The former red pigment to her skin was seemingly draining from her nostrils. Emony recoiled in disgust at the face she had long ago abandoned as the last of her red left her face. Her hand curled int a loose fist which she threw at the mirror’s glass, but her strength had already left. The goblin’s knuckles thumped pathetically against the mirror before she fell to the ground.

            Within moments, Emony found herself in the place between the realms. Her body huddles through the utterly desolate plane and seems to be battered by an omnidirectional, rushing force. What met her vision when she fought the pressure exerted upon her eyes enough to open them, she was met with an utterly empty, lightless void. The hybrid’s ears only beheld the sound of the gale like winds that signaled their movement through this vacant space. Soon enough her nostrils are assaulted by a pungent metallic odor. This pervasive olfactory stimulus trounced every other sense. The falling sensation was soon replaced with a feeling of sinking into a bottomless abyss of stinking entrails. Further adding to this sensation, the temperature and humidity rise in tandem.

            Emony awoke upon the heaving realm of guts, organs, and blood from whence she once drew her pride. With her skin stripped of its blessing, the pulsating landscape before her felt all the more hostile. The ground squelched beneath her feet as she approached a massive pulsating mound seemingly formed from the intestines. She folds her arms close to her chest, huddling against her own fear as she approaches an opening within the pile.

            The flesh tunnel extended deep into what could be considered earth within this realm. The intestinal tract’s interior possessed an oppressive humidity, enough to make the skin of a hardened traveler crawl with discomfort. This space varied in its width; some areas allowed the goblin to stand comfortably while others forced her to squeeze through their barely traversable passages. All this was traversed with sparse lighting. Veins within the wall occasionally dipped or ascended close enough to shed a pale crimson light. With each step, the ground seemed it would give way beneath her tread before her sinking was impeded by strands of connective tissue. Each footfall seemed to yield little in the way of progress. Her distress grew as she descended ever deeper. The path became more snakelike as it began to deft all logic, doubling back on itself in impossible ways that would normally see the space converging on itself, though nothing like this occurred. The tunnel eventually began to radiate a fowl, coppery odor which assaulted the olfactory senses and mind of the goblin. Within her mind several voices began to shout, as if spurred on by the stench. They called to her in warning.

Ukh krum (go back)

Irz mokh-ûr, gaz baalak (Run for home, little half breed)

Lat paashnar bazg nau. Lat ufur hûnpûlp (You cannot reach the end. You fear the heartbeat)

           No matter what was chanted, they all discouraged progress, though Emony was persistent. She pressed on, covering her ears to spite the fact that this served no purpose. When the voices became more persistent, she increased her speed.

            Eventually all fell to silence and the horrific scent faded leaving the goblin to recover. Within this new room the ground lay somewhere beneath a pool of blood. Each step brought Emony deeper into its body, quickly passing her knee and by the time she had reached its center, the crimson pond threatened to pass her neck, but it wouldn’t get the chance as Emony ascended a bone pile that lay at the pool’s heart. Perched atop this osseous mound was a great throne constructed of muscle stretched over rendered bone. Within it sat a disfigured female of indiscernible race. Her gaunt and pale figure nearly matched the coloration of the bones at her twisted feet. The woman’s skin bore a spidering network of blue veins that all seemed to lead towards her dislocated jaw. This maw retained a set of jagged teeth, built for the single purpose of piercing flesh. The horrific figure stood as its hollow gaze spotted the lone traveler. Its upper lip curled into a mangled half smile. The spirit’s jaw flapped as it spoke to address the goblin.

The following has been roughly translated from old blah.

           So, the prodigal daughter returns to the realm of the heartbeat heading its call once more. You who once showed such promise, now writhing in the blood like a worthless parasite. Speak worm. Give your pathetic excuses.

 I thought my actions pleased Gazighaz. The rights I performed were in her honor.

          Truly, you are misguided if you think that blood magic of yours pleases the matriarch. You have done nothing to spread faith in her. Even if the little “rites” you performed did somehow serve the blood mother, you always do so in secret. We require new followers, and you refuse to preach the faith.

Is that why my skin has returned to the color of my birth?

           Indeed. You must earn the right to wear the mantle of Gazigazh.

What must be done to regain what was lost?

            The mother and I demand you build a great shrine. Construct a heart of bleeding stone, bound with links of iron. Endow this with the blood of your people, of any descended willing to give of their blood. Then, become her herald to the uruks.

Who shall this heart be dedicated to?

            THROQUGRIZH

           With that name uttered, the bones beneath Emony began to tremble. They shifted, falling away from her feet, leaving her to plummet into the body of crimson ichor once more. Her vision was filled with red as she sank beneath its surface, but this soon descended into pitch black. Before long Emony awoke on the floor of her office in a small pool of blood from here her nose had leaked. Her reflected appearance in the mirror sported the green skin she was born with. As she stood, one final phrase echoed in her mind.

Nar lûmp garmadh-ishi. (Do not fall in ruin [do not fail])

One more student 

This is cool as hell. I know I ragged on it when I first saw the changes, but I'm totally willing to drop MA's to make pacts. This is the updated Farseer needed. 

Bring back the frog. I'd love to interact with one. 

Woah, more students? Yep. This one's mine. 

"Lat wil bhee mizz'd friend." 

The goblin shaman stated as she knelt before a srine of Scorthus.  

"Perhabz... et am tik Mi mayde mi uhmendz wit da zpirit uv' puritee... Ef Mi kuld respekt ang kare deeply futh hez herald, perhabz dey am hope."

-Happy gobbo noises-

[!] A masked shaman sits, sorting herbs in a dank under floor of an unknown building when she receives word of this missive. The cold eyes of her mask do not display an inkling of the emotion she feels, not that she would ever show them publicly. Her hands harshly grip the paper this declaration is written upon before she furiously tears it down the center. The two halves are quickly discarded.

Emony's voice is muffled by the mask as she speaks, though she continues to stow her emotions, holding a cold and calculating tone. 

"This call to arms is nothing more than a sham, and thus with this one it falls upon deaf ears. If it interferes with my goal of becoming a true uruk, I will have no choice but to exile myself and pursue this dream on my own."

Her head shakes in a disapproving manor as she resumes her work.   

Emony reads the missive with a sigh, although she quakes in her boots. The only footwear she owns. 

Azh sekond lat am living en parapdize, next lat am living en uh kryme ridden zlum... whu da zhak am zteelin shoes? Daytz uzt horrible ang kruul. Wub eff zum azh unlee haz azh pair? 

The goblin seems a tad more paranoid as she wanders the streets and allies of Nor'Asath. 

MC Name:

         tk4522

Character's Name:

         Emony Scath

Character's Age:

         63

Character's Race:

         half goblin half human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

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:

         no

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

[!] Emony reads the letter with a look of apprehension hidden beneath the never changing expression of her oni mask. Her grip tightens upon the parchment, distorting its smooth surface. Her hands shake with fear. 

"Ef dis am ture den Mi du nub gurk ef Mi ztrength will turn da tide en our favor. Mi haz never bheen partikularee ztrong az uh zhomo. Mi am mor wize den phizikalee ztrong, bhut ef Mi am kall'd, Mi zuppoze Mi muzt heed." 

MC Name:

         tk4522

Character's Name:

         Emony Scath

Character's Age:

         58

Character's Race:

         half goblin half human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Blood magic

Teacher's MC Name:

         Panashea

Teacher's RP Name:

         Ghoraza The Witness

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

         no

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

Another one.

     Ezra wandered around the old house that they managed to keep. She loved how it still looked almost new, Not yet being very old herself... 115. But she reminisced about their adventures and looked at all their pictures. Of themselves, and their children from being born all the way up to their current ages now. She remembered getting married to Brawly, whom used to be spritely and healthy. But now... He spent most of his time sick, and in bed. She thought about their children, those who chose to stay and those who left to go on their own adventures. But she realized that she knew that they knew something was up and they all returned home one last time. She chuckled, knowing that she couldn't have lived a better life then she had. Being surrounded by family, and friends just being happy to have those people around her. Ezra sighed, smiling at their children before lying down beside Brawly and grasping at his hand gently.

"Rulg lat futh dihz amayzin' lyfe, agh gibbin' mi ahl deze kubz."

     Brawly smiled weakly as Ezra joined him on his death bed. His eyes regained a slight bit of their former luster as he beheld the face of the one he held dear above all else. The old man wrapped his fingers around Ezra’s hand as he forced words from his mouth. 

“Tiz lyfe wuld hav’ bheen emptee wit aut lat bhy mi zide. Indeed, et wuz… Mi waited futh lat… Zince da dey lat left, Mi long’d tuu heur latz voyze azh lazt tik. Dayt hope kept mi gwoen. Every tik Mi fought futh da ugz, mi unlee gurk wuz keepin’ lat ang aur kubz zayfe ang zequre” 

     Brawly lifted his opposite hand to gingerly rub against Ezra’s cheek . His breaths became ragged and inconsistent, marking a rapid deterioration in the man’s physical state. The hand gently lowered to its former position, resting at the man’s side. 

“Et wuz wurth et… Every mouth, every year, every decade… Lat am ztill az beautiful az da dey wi met"

     And after this was said, She noticed her children gather around the bed. All sad expressions, some crying some not. She knew that they knew it was time for Ezra and Brawly to go. Yerro, had stepped up first.

"Dew nub wurri momo, popo Mi whyll ztehy wiv bouf(both) latz...."

     Yerro nodded sadly, he fought back the tears and the immense sadness threatening to break through at any moment. Settling himself down beside the bed, close enough to both Brawly and Ezra trying to give them as much support as he could. Zahira, second beside Yerro was up next to say something.

"Momo, Popo etz ahl ukee..."

     Zahira stammered, her voice starting to break.

"Whee ahre ahl heere futh latz..."

     Zahira shed a tear, backing up to support Callum and Sola. Soon Soren, stepped up and walked over.

"Mi ahm numb readeh futh latz tew goh..."

     The young goblin hunched himself over and started to really break down. He was afraid, and sad he wasn't sure what life had next for him after losing his adopted parents. Sola and Callum, both still slightly younger then the rest, had no idea what to say. They just cried for their siblings and their parents, clinging onto their oldest sister Zahira for what seemed to be dear life... The last to step out from the gathering was Emony. The shaman removed her white steel mask revealing to clear tracks where tears were streaming down her face. Emony kneeled to take her father’s opposing hand and gripped it tingly. 

“Mom, Dad, Thank you. You both were truly the greatest parents I could have asked for. The love you had for each other and for me and the rest of your children was boundless. It is truly extraordinary how much you sacrificed to keep it and us alive.” 

    Emony wipes her face with her arm as she tries to force a compassionate smile through her pain. She stands, taking a staff from her back. The goblin taps its end against the floor as she clears her throat. 

“Kor, durub mat-ob, baduzg ogh za mbursh-ûr.” 
(Kor, ruler of death, show this couple the way.)
“Naan ikhal khûr kraat-ul, gaakh ulu shakrop sha”
 (Though forces may pull them away, let it be that they stay together.)

     Soon Ezra took her last breath, eyes turning toward the window signaling that her soul had now left her body and went off outside. Her beautiful ruby red eyes, remained open. And her hand continued to hold Brawly's... 

[!] Ezra found herself within a lightless void. She beheld the vast expanse of nothingness with a cold indifference, for all her scenes had become foreign to her. Trying to move any part of her body brought no feedback. This had a single exception, a sense of warmth seemed to emanate from her left hand. 

Even in death, Brawly would be by her side, grasping her hand with the same firm, yet gentle grip he had always had

[!] Before them, a thin tendril of light became visible, its light providing a slight amount of comfort to the couple. Ezra once again felt the embrace of her life mate as he hoisted her up into his arms. The two followed the shimmering radiance that seemed to call to them. Before them flashed moments from their life together. The moment they first met, their first date… With each passing moment, the darkness was dispelled, leaving only an ethereal white.

[!] Before the pair lay a field of ankle height green grass with a singular tree not far from where he stood. Brawly began to move towards it, slowly and cautiously. Each step yielded no sensation to him. The man’s grip tightened upon Ezra, as if within his mind he held the fear of losing her. They were able to see a wake of trampled grass behind them where Brawly’s now shoeless feet had indented. Brawly eventually reached the lone tree and took shelter beneath its branches. The shade they provided was a light, muddled, black, far different from the void they had exited not moments before. It was unoppressive and welcoming.

[!] Brawly set Ezra down with shaking hands, gently lowering her to the shade covered, grassy carpet that lay beneath the great tree. The man leaned his back against the wooded trunk of the arboreal behemoth, gradually lowering himself to a seated position, beneath its branches. His gaze turned once again to Ezra. 

“You won’t leave me again… will you?” 

He questioned, reaching his right hand out to her. Upon his face was a look of unease as he sat waiting for her response. 

Ezra remained silent for a moment. She moved to his side, leaning against him as she so often did while the two were younger.

“Ob korze Mi won’t.”

Found upon Brawly's desk were a stack of letters addressed to various persons 

Dear Borok:

Dear Madoc:

Dear Bumba:

Dear Rex

Dear Gusiam and Lenora Jusima:

Dear Peralien:

[ooc]

Credits: 

Fist student.

MC Name:

         tk4522

Character's Name:

         Emony Scath

Character's Age:

         55

Character's Race:

         Half Human, Half Goblin

Link to your accepted MA:

         https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/213906-far-seer-ma-tk4522/?tab=comments#comment-1921420

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

         Far Seer

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

     Far seer is one of the four shaman domains alongside Lutamancy, Elementalism, and Witch Doctor. Unlike other forms of shamanism, far seer is entirely benevolent in nature giving blessings rather than curses. Far seers can access the realm of the immortals spirits rather than those of the ancestors or elementals. This unique way of practicing spiritualism also centers itself around the ability to receive prophesy through visions. Over all, the far seer acts in a way that serves the will of the spirits. 

   The blessings of a far seer vary as widely as the spirits themselves. Each immoral spirit domains over a separate concept, thus calling forth their power will result in a different benefit for the recipient. Far seers have the ability to bless both plants and animals, but no matter the target of the casting, the blessing of a far seer will never cause direct harm. The blessing of Enrohk is a prime example of this. When this spirits boon is granted to a plant, it sprouts red thorns or gains nettles upon its leaves. The product of the blessing may result in minor wounds, but the casting itself is harmless. When the same is conferred upon a animal or descendant it grants some degree of control over blood lust. 

     At tear one, the far seer is taught how to access the realm of the immoral spirits. While this is not unique to them as Witch Doctors also have access to this realm, the way far seers interact with spirits with the realm is distinct. The shaman with the ability of far sight preforms the ritual of spirit walking for insight rather than power or favor. During these ventures into the realms beyond, the far seer and company may be subject to revelations of past, future, or present events. It is the call of the far seer to distribute the wisdom of the spirits to those that worship.    

     Expanding upon the theme of revelations, practitioners of the art of far seeing may receive visions of a prophetic nature. Visions of such may reveal an item or location of power. However these divine divulgences are often cryptic in nature and are rarely exact, necessitating exploration. The far seer will eventually gain the ability to inflict these visions onto others. The shaman manipulates the soul of the target, forcing them to see into the realms of the immortals. 

     Through all their abilities, the far seer branch of shamanism serves the will of the spirits. Through their blessings, they act as a conduit for the great power of the immortals and bestow their boons upon those worthy to receive. The shaman's ability to spirit walk grants them the opportunity to converse directly with the spirits to learn their wisdom. Finally, the far seer  is made cognizant of prophesies through visions and may inflict these onto others should the need arise. The shamanistic art of far seeing is far from the strongest in terms of raw power, but the ability the practitioner gains make it formidable.      

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

     The shamanistic art of far seeing involves three aspects, channeling power from the spirits, gaining insight from the realm of the immortals, and receiving prophesy. The far seer possesses the ability to call upon the immense power of the spirits in order to alter their surroundings. The practitioner may bestow these blessings upon both flora and fauna which may result in a temporary gain of ability. However, the blessings of a far seer require great concentration and cannot be used during combat. The shaman's ability to spirit walk grants direct communication to the spirits they draw power from. These transcendent beings hold untold acuity the shaman can become cognizant of in order to spread these teachings for the betterment of those that listen. The far seeing shaman has visions thrust upon them due to their power. These may be prophetic in nature, revealing onto their unwilling recipient events of past present and future. These revelations may offer foresight or hindsight, however they are almost always clocked in mystery, requiring further interpretation.     

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

(For context: the far seer uses unique items in order to access the powers of the spirits. Emony Scath uses a guitar for this purpose) 

Emony Scath clears her mind as she places her hands upon her instrument. Her right hand rests upon its body, fingers daggling over is six strings while her left gently cups its neck. The goblin's fingers are splayed into the position of the first chord. She clears her throat as she begins her chant "Ilzgûl grish-thraang-ob, Enrohk, traum bot dahâmab-lab"  (Spirit of blood rage, Enrohk, show the world your tusks) These words of the ancients hang in the air as they leave the goblin's mouth.

Emony strikes the first chord of her tune with an untamed ferocity causing the note to bellow forth from the bowels of her instrument. The song she plays is aggressive and busy. Each note only lasts a few milliseconds before the next is played. Her hands move as if she means to tear the guitar asunder. Her playing only intensifies, bending the strings to nearly breaking and speeding up the tempo.

The tune seems to reach a dramatic crescendo as Emony furiously ascended and descended the neck of the guitar. Her hand struck each note with such unfettered vigor that each was proceeded by the clacking of flesh against wood. "Khûr ahg zorr bârzuga-zi" (Rip and disembowel until it is finished) With this final scream, the rage filled music ended just as suddenly as it began. 

[!] rolled 4/10 

As if the song was some sort of catharsis, the recipient of the blessing would feel a greater degree of control over their own rage. Within their blood lust, they are granted a degree of clarity. They are now able to discern friend from foe   

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

Emony sits atop a purple flower at the center of the great cactus. Her legs are folded and within her lap rests her guitar. The shaman's eyes open as her student draws near and her face dawns a warm smile. "Hozh lat wuz able tuu krezt da top uv da world kaktuz, lat brus ang gijak-ishi. Mi hopez lat brought da item Mi had lat mayke, etz uh long wey down ang lat am gunnah need et. Tuudey, upon diz peek, wi am tuu entur da hallz ub Betharuz." She exclaims as she plays a series of notes on her instrument, flourishing her declaration  

**Upon the student producing their shaman item Emony would give a nod "Ukee, tuu embrak aun uh zpirit walk azh muzt kall upon da zpirit dub tikz ang uuze deyr item en uh preformanz dayt wuld bhee pleezing tuu dem. Diz kall muzt bhee made en da toung ub da ancentz. Futh diz applikation, lat kan repeat Mi chant, bhut en da future, lat wyl need tuu com ub wit latz own." The goblin places her hands in a position conducive to playing and looks to her student. "Lat readee?" 

** With an answer to the affirmative Emony would clear her throat "Da azht chant am alweyz tuu call futh da zpiritz attention. Mi uuzulee blahz zumthing lyke diz." Emony thumps the fat of her hand against the wood of her instrument. "Goth dafrum-ob, gaakh zaan-lab narkû irz zabrûz." (ruler of the party, may your cup never run empty) 

** As the phrase is repeated Emony nods along with a smile. "Nau lat makez latz preformanz. Futh Mi dayt meenz playin' mi guitar, bhut diz am nub truu ub aul zhomo. Zum uuze ztikz ang danze, uthuz uuze drugz." She would play a light and jaunty melody. Her fingers move gently from one position to the next with a sense of gracefulness about them. Her body sways in time with the tempo, gingerly moving back and forth. 

Emony finishes the song with a similar flourish to what she began with. "Nau lat uzt blahz da final chant." She states as she removes her hands from her instrument. Her right wrist moves her hand in a circular motion. "Zum thyng lyke... Bugd ulu za snag fraut ro-ishi-lab bhraf-ob." (Let they that work rest in your cloud of smoke) 

Emony extends her hand to her student "Lat try nau." The goblin maintains her sweet smile as she looks to them. Her hand extends as if giving them the floor

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

The first step is to reiterate the definition of power gaming to the student and explain how the emote fits that description. I prefer to give a few warnings, but once is my fault for not explaining the ability well, twice is a pattern that must be broken and three times is blatantly ignoring my warnings. With the first two it is my job as teacher to explain what is not working within their emotes and hopefully correct any misunderstandings. If all else fails, I'll be left with a single course of action, asking a Story Team member to drop them from my students. 

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