MapleSunflower

Firstly, there is nothing in the recipe that would utilize change within your potion. Potions can't magically change color based on genus (they still need dye for the boogie-bomb aesthetic potions i'm pretty sure). The color indicator just isn't accurate to alchemy lore. It sounds like the colors are simply based off the pH indicator for acids and bases. Saturation might be a better indicator. I don't understand why you chose Aether sign which is typically used for spook potions as far as I know. How do the two potions *know* when they are related? My biggest issue is that this will get meta'd so hard. It shouldn't detect anything past grandparents or nephews/nieces well. I think it'd be too OP to see anything more than 1st cousins. Medicinal Lore has specific lore locks and we can't even cut a lung to relieve pressure or collapsed lungs without killing the patient. The same is said for drawing blood from a patient and I hope it is done with the proper steps and training. Otherwise, cool lore. Can't believe we finally have "DNA"... which makes it feel too modern.

Somewhere in the North, Laurelai Holly rode her old stallion across the snowy landscape. Each hoof track left in the snow was covered by the gentle descent of white that fell from the sky. By the time the holly-adorned woman had found shelter, she sat up in the makeshift bed and began to write in her leather-bound journal decorated with herbal designs. The quill tip scratched against the parchment. NAME: Gustaf Sigismund Morovar AGE: 87 YEAR: SA 100 LOCATION: Karosgrad, Haense INJURIES SUSTAINED: Arrythmia and weakened heartbeat. Old age TREATMENT: Treatment rejected. Peaceful death desired. Do not Resuscitate. ADVICE/AFTERCARE: Love. Laurelai stared at the ceiling that night, unable to sleep. Her lids shut at her force and she drew slow, deep breaths. Eventually she fell into a light sleep with the medic journal resting over her chest.

"Mea darling..." The familiar feminine voice breathed as darkness fell upon the Vernhart father, his heart drawing to the final beat it would give. "You only deserved light." A delicate, deinty hand extended like a beam of like for Iulius, guiding him home. The imagery and voice seemed like it was right next to the man in his last moments, perhaps simply just an illusion of the mind. "Welcome home, Iulius." ~*~*~ A brunette girl found her father, for she was the only one left near the man in his last days to see him and know how his health had fallen. Juliana dressed in black and veiled her head in mourning for the only parent she had left. The girl was always so shy and quiet, afraid to speak up for herself or for others... but the only one she would talk to was her dear father, even if it was just one phrase. Now she would never speak again.

Laurelai Holly scanned over the bulletin carefully while holding her flickering torch up to read the text. "I could be of use as a medic" She said with a sweet smiled before looking back at Norli and her mentor at her side whom conversed well.

The heavens shone a little brighter and the world became a littler darker. Matviy Kortrevich looked to the snow that began to fall over Jerovitz, pausing to let a flake fall into his gloved palm. "Spathiba, Aedymamej..." He whispered, "Because of eam, mea heart am a little more kinder. In a taunting forest, vy were a friendly beacon." Somehow that day he knew it was the last time he would see her. They always did feel their best just before death.

A late missive was found. One missed from being taken down. After all, it had taken quite some time to get to the outermost shores of Almaris, floating on the wind to the destination of a particular woman. Adorned in pure white, she lifted her head to the wind that fluttered the snow white fabric draped over her greying locks. Behind her mask, a smile grew. A yellow sunflower wax stamp kept the envelope sealed until it's recipient opened it to read it's contents. That very same missive would be returned to Cain Thelin with a new letter attached. The handwriting was fluent and efficient, each word legible and distinguished... until the end. The lines became shorter and the style shifted. Something was there, it seems, and the recipient would need to look closer. Dearest Cain Thelin, I am overjoyed to see another who appreciates the true art of alchemy and the Material Alphabet. I have been an alchemist for just a little more than 40 years, and the art is one that continues to enrapture my mind and interests. Additionally, I have known the human art for quite some time now. What an honor, to serve descendant kind. Veterans and Victims of attacks come to me in their time of need... but that is all I know. It was all I was taught, and I seek the beauty of knowledge and alchemical craftsmanship. Help is what you need, my good Cain. Everyone seeks a teacher, but I cannot simply be one myself. Let me learn from you; I will make you proud. Overwhelmed you are, I'm sure, but I am grateful to you. See you soon. You have everything you need to contact me.

The Lord Matviy Artem Rahoul Kortrevich added his name to a roster to audition!

What is your name, hero-to-be? Teresa Romano What is your age? 19 What is your race? Human (Illatian!) Where do you reside? Nowhere. Anywhere. What powers do you have to fight against this great evil? I make good pasta for road. Chef needed? What is the meaning of a free-spirit, in short words? Service to yourself with no constraints.

Laurelai Komnenos entered the clinic that day, snow piled on her holly-crowned head only to find a note that the clinic would be once again empty. "Damn... This place is in trouble"

A woman smiled down upon her grandson. She hadn't really gotten to meet him, but she watched him in hope. Teresa Romano definitely had a glass of red wine and enjoyed whatever banquet was served at the after-party.

In Case You Don’t Live Forever Madeline d’Azor-Vuiller and Iulius Vernhart before they were wed. 415. E.S / 1862 A woman’s sobs mixed with a child’s cry came from the Hospital of St. Amyas. Within her arms, Madeline Vernhart held her newborn children Erik and Juliana, but that is when the pain began. Juliana cried out loud, but her brother did not. Eight long months had passed and she was blessed with two children, but her darling Erik couldn’t be saved… just like the boy she helped delivered years ago. The scent of warm chocolate chips wafted through the home as a pattern of knocks rapped at the door. While her mother stepped away, the little Madeline shoved a handful of the chocolate into her mouth. Diana d’Azor returned with a guest, the blonde chewed the chocolate goo before she was asked to speak. “Meet Rev Vuiller, dear.” Weaker, she grew and soon enough Madeline found it to be a struggle to go up stairs. She did everything she knew she could to treat herself. Coltsfoot, cough syrup, grobsnopper, atheros tea, bitter reed, the list could go on and on… but nothing healed the woman completely. She knew it was pneumonia. Madeline treated it time and time again for her patients, so why couldn’t she treat this one? Thud. She had made eye contact with him ever so briefly as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, but his feet slipped and there he was. A brown-haired blue-eyed man fell head first right into the cement. The woman quickly got to work tending to his wounds. Finally, the Vernhart mother reached the top of the steps of Balian only to find the world go black. She fell to her knees and her body wracked with each violent cough. Blood stained the handkerchief held to her lips. Johanna’s eyes widened as she watched her mother slip into this state - the child ran into the city, crying for help. It was the last time Madeline would see her mother and father…. But was it worth the procedure to lengthen her life? Perhaps. It never did cure it. Madeline’s cheeks turned red as she brought the book in front of her face, her eyes peeking out from over the edge. Those sheepish yet sweet eyes watched him nervously. “Only if it’s not too much trouble. I don’t even know if this is still done today, but I thought if I shall be a Haenseni woman, I’d like this.” Her voice was soft in her timidness. “I won’t ask for a gift ever again, Iulius. I promise.” Bruises. Shades of black, blue, and purple layered her pale skin where needles had been stuck into her side. She was always sore. Movement, coughing, laying down. Just to breathe brought her pain. No amount of blissfoil would soothe her. Candlelight illuminated the faces of the couple that stood at the church’s altar. A priest held his hand over the man and woman dressed in their common clothes. Her cheeks hurt from smiling, but Madeline couldn’t help it. “I do” She promised, and so did he. In the dead of night, they were wed. Their only witness was the Koenas Emma and God. “Yam going to die, Clara.” Madeline rasped as she held onto her daughter’s hand with her own. Hands trembled, clammy and cold to the touch. The youth had left her eyes as she looked to her only child that looked like her. “Yam afraid, Clara… Ea will niet see vy get married. What about Felyx Colborn? Vy two were so close.” Her childhood home. Old Vuillermoz and its vineyard, but both were long gone and dead now. The gazebo that overlooked the river where Rivia had been built across the way remained despite the war that had both destroyed her home and brought her to her husband. Iulius moved his hand to the back of Madeline’s head, making sure that she was pulled into his chest. His cheek rested on the top of her skull, shushing softly as her tears began to soak his shirt. They were close to the end. There was this feeling, and while they were both ready to keep loving each other, the tension of death seemed to loom over them. They were both tired, both sick, both older. But Iulius still gripped onto her, not letting her leave him. Madeline held onto tight to her husband, she couldn’t leave him. “We, we’ve only got so much time I’m pretty sure it would kill me If you didn’t know the pieces of me are pieces of you” “In case you don’t live forever, let me tell you now I love you more than you’ll ever wrap your head around In case you don’t live forever, let me tell you the truth I’m everything that I am because of you” Madeline cracked a smile to her husband, bringing his hand to her lips to place a gentle kiss onto the aged skin. Afterwards, she looked up at him and laid her head back on the pillow. The sound that filled the house for years remained ever-present. A weighted, heavy breathing, but now there was a wet, crackling sound with every breath she took. “It am time…. Isn’t it?...” He said, his eyes moving from the fireplace to his wife. There was a silence from Madeline, words beyond words spoken. Her hands, cold to touch and blue at her fingertips, held the tightest they could onto his hands. Those brown eyes that had been so full of life had grown glossy and dull. And yet, they looked upon Iulius with adoring love. Cracked lips parted, her Orenian accent taking the place of the New Marian one she had adopted years ago. “I’ve waited a long time for this… but you are what keeps me here.” “Vy have waited so diligently…” He watched her closely. “But Ea do niet want to keep vy here any longer, mea love…” Iulius said weakly, the first tear streaming down his face. Madeline’s eyes never left her husband’s as she swallowed the lump in her throat. “There is a little bit of me in each of our children, Iuli. Love them as you have loved me… even when they frustrate you. I am with them… and when they are with you, I am with you.” Years of age and illness had destroyed Madeline’s body, but she gathered her strength and pulled herself up to hug her husband tight. Her own tears spilled, soaking his shoulder as a choked sob came from the woman. “Ea love vy.” “I love you.” The aged man replied, pulling his wife close to him. He buried his head into her shoulder as his tears flowed freely, but he held her as her body shook. For a woman who didn’t cry much, she was like a child in his arms. With each sob, her body shook... but she allowed herself to hurt. She coughed violently into a handkerchief. It was stained with blood and a frothy foam. Puffy red eyes looked at her husband as she laid back in the indent in the couch that housed her body for a decade. “Come here, Iulius, love.” Iulius leaned over his wife and wrapped her into his arms. She was trembling, shivering as her weak body only felt cold. He recalled all the nights the Vernharts struggled to keep their mother Vernhart warm. Madeline sighed soft as his warmth was shared with her. The blonde, whose hair had begun to streak with silvery greys, smiled lovingly to her husband as she continued. “I couldn’t… have asked for a better husband.” Her hands gently touched Iulius’ cheek, a thumb wiping away some of his tears that trailed down his cheek. Her breathing crackled louder. She struggled to breathe, but she persevered. “Spasiba… for giving me a life I loved.” Madeline’s lips twinged into a weak smile as she wiped at her own tears, but never breaking their gaze. “Ea will always love vy.” He whispered, giving her a kiss upon her lips. He sat up, never breaking his gaze away from his wife. The Eagle of silver and grey gently guided its flight through the windowsill, perching upon the table where her head bowed. It almost felt as if Tulipan was weeping for her master. After all, she had watched and protected the d’Azor-Vuiller-Vernhart her entire life. Finally, the bird perched on the back of the couch, just beside where Madeline rested. Licking her dry lips, Madeline smiled to her faithful companion and looked to her husband, squeezing his hand weakly. Her eyes began to gloss over and she grew weaker by the hour. Finally, she whispered, “May I rest?” “Rest, my love” With a light nod, the blonde let out a shaky breath, three quiet words trickled from her lips. Her eyes would droop until she slept. That sound, one that shook the soul, continued for hours and grew louder until it sounded like a choked snore. Soon after Madeline’s death’s rattle fell silent. No longer did she breathe. Forever she was free of the very thing that brought her pain. The oldest Vernhart would watch as life was dulled from his wife’s eyes and her aged smile left her face. The love of his life. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling down his face as his head dipped. He choked out sobs. Coughing, his body shook and quivered. There were only 3 three letters written, lined perfectly on the table and prepared long before Madeline’s death. They would be send out upon her passing. Diana, Rev, and Ledicourt Vuiller Johanne and Juliana Vernhart Adrian Colborn

The sea outside her home was calm today. The salty breeze stirred her hair that stuck out from under the white veil draped over her head. A figure in white stood looking over into the distance, where nothingness could be found in the distance. The Gendik-Komnenos family had lost so much in the recent years. She may have been away but sometimes she did wish she was really dead. Her poor daughter would go to the Seven Skies thinking she would meet her step-mother there only to realize the truth. The White Aengul wept.

A woman clothed in white wandered the grounds of Helious in the night. She paused at the notice board, reading over the new missive posted. “Oh my darling…” The mother of Aldrych smiled, a hand resting fondly over her heart. “I’m so happy for you.” The White Angel continued along her usual path to circle the midnight woods.

Congrats Rilath and Congrats to Matta who will be spared of more grey hairs. 🙏thank you to you both for all you do for our community

“Why can’t we all work together to rid of the Azdrazi… Weaponizing and accusing their enemy just for excuses.” An Orenian woman veiled in red muttered hushed in the night. “A good High Pontiff… one with sense, and… compassion, perhaps.”

The Orenian Surgeon-General hummed the warsong as she prepared the clinic for the war.

"May she rest in peace..." Primrose sighed softly upon hearing of the young elf's fate.

Madeline Vernhart-Vuiller agrees to just take the camel

Madeline Vernhart-Vuiller read the missive, her brows furrowing at paper’s message. She had to read it over and over again. The woman coughed into the handkerchief in her other hand, shaking her head at the missive once again. “He is grown, but still acts like worse than a child.” The woman laid back on the couch across from the fire, resting her blonde head on the pillow by the armrest. “No longer will I let my heartstrings be pulled by such an ill-tempered boy. I did what I could, but he must learn on his own as I did.”

As someone who is currently rping out the OOC consent of geistreach, let me tell you how freakin' hard it is to find a paladin who can purge you. I've spent my entire week trying to find someone. It's great rp, let me tell you that, but it's so difficult to find a holy mage, find one that can perform whatever purging spell, and find one that is active to heal you following solely roleplay information and networking. At least having something to help with geistreach and possession would be great. Almaris healthcare sucks LMAO

LETS GO GAYBIES!!!!!

Very hyped for the new letter types. If there's a physical bird flying though, that's gonna suck for lag. Can't wait for my bird summons for a medic to be shot down though. I do adore the fact that there's a time depending on how close a person is. Very poggers, thank you techteam. You're doing amazin'

Got maidens? Favorite rp moment on one current personas and your earliest personas.

It brings be great pride that I am your forum signature Hieran do be looking fine too 👀

PRIMROSE GENDIK SNIFFS TOES Favorite ISA moment? Favorite CRP moment? Favorite Cooper moment?