Gaea_Foundation

Zagraath Spirit of Maherian Vitality (Lesser of Akezo) “I wish to tend to my people in their time of need.” Aryzeon had taken a maehr new to the faith upon this journey. It allowed her to impress upon him their influence upon the world. It was a pleasant journey, as most were within the land of healing. After a long walk, they would arrive to the clearing Zaagrath had claimed, and there a pact was forged and a deal made. “You may call upon me when your people are in need of a healing touch”

Mara signs this settlement charter (Voice_of_Gaea)

"Hmmm," a horned resident of Cerulia rumbled, tapping a finger against her cheek, "I hope I misunderstood the subtler meanings of this letter. Cerulia is no den of evil, rather we, too, were subject to attack the same night. I will inform Mika, regardless, as to prevent any further misunderstanding. I doubt my word would provide any comfort to the victims." The cursed magi rose from her seat as to aquire pen and paper.

Arcanium is already 'easy' to make as long as you're willing to put in the time over a week or so **solo**. The only thing this does is tax the time to make it. Making it a roll doesn't make the material any rarer.

Old Lore: Proposed Change: (Changes underlined) Purpose:

Atronach eyes scanned the contents of the page, rolling as inky orbs of oblivion dotted the space around her. "Worthless." The mage commented in a flat tone as she tossed the paper to a newly conjured creature, who shredded it to scraps upon its teeth.

Holy, I totally accidentally made a perfect black scribe character. Tragic I already made them a demon. Sobbing

I love Conduits, the idea of being in control of one's own dreams was a wild concept. Love the formatting and the combative idea. Pleaseeee give this to me I beg

Oh how I have missed you so ABA

A Devil pursed her lips upon hearing word of the coming march. The Oussana set down the paper she had been staring at. Her prosthetic eyes looking across to the horizon. She turned to head back inside, picking up her quill and setting out a piece of parchment. "Father..."

It took some time for word of this missive to reach the ears of the cursed Oussana. Hearing the whispers of it being discussed brought a smile to her face. She was glad to see Ceres had done it. A hefty sigh left her, "Now, to figure out how to get up to Hohkmot to send a letter." She had not foreseen just how much of a hinderance losing her sight would be.

It has been three years already... Still here, for better or for worse. Been many places, tried many things. Some things worked, some didn't, some I ditched halfway through. All in all, I think my time on lotc has been, at the very least, fun. So... Ask me Anything!

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