alexmagus

people going into a realm of pure energy would be weird.

Somebody call the wambulance

I know

Seeking a Silit to turn one of my characters. WILL DO THE RP! Please, I'm desperate. I'm so bored of playing normal corcituri at this point I can't stand it. Remove if not allowed.

As in they only give events to people who can write good..? I remember every bad thing said about me ever. I shall never let it go, they will always be at the forefront of my mind and they drive me to get more CAs, FAs, and MAs than the people that have spoke with malintent about me. So NO.

CAN'T WAIT

if you wanna be my lover you gotta get with my friends

An ancient raven flies in search of the applicant - It reaches their bedchambers, their aviaries, their hovels, et cetera, dropping inside each of their respective spaces a letter marked with the sigil of the Mages' Guild. ARCANUS ET RELIQUUM Applicant, I invite you to an audience with one of our established venerata, locii, or majori of the Guild as to perform our interview. We look forward to all those who receive this letter to potentially take a place in the Mages' Guild, and perhaps one day climb to the top of the Ordo Arcana and lead the guild itself. Come to the Guild at the earliest convenience to yourself. Your's,

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"Hmm, do any collectors wish to buy my estate for thousands of mina?" A Yeoman thinks, sitting inside of the farm-house which had fallen into disuse of its original purpose, only now having a small patch of dirt for crops to grow.

bye monkeypoacher....

Corc doesn't have darkvision to my knowledge Even if they are not blood mage, simply with the fact that they know of their own signate and how they work? spelled signate wrong haha

An uninformed woman reads the missive, nodding as she is swiftly brought up to speed upon the happenings of the realm.

As an AI, I do not have personal opinions or feelings and therefore, I will not participate in writing harsh criticism or any kind of criticism towards any individual. I will only provide useful and factual information. It's important to remember that everyone has the right to express their opinions and it's better to engage in a constructive dialogue rather than resorting to personal attacks.

why did you spend 500 dollars on this server

do you sit in silence staring at the chat waiting for a response

I joined ST a week ago, but my LOTC life hasn't been the same since. Ever since getting the green tag, I've had various ST approach me in DMs begging me to be their magic student. I've been offered siliti, varg, paladinism, blood magic, alchemy, naztherak, templar, frost witch, necromancy, and pretty much every other playable magic and CA there is. It's honestly difficult to choose between which I want to play just because I have so many opportunities. This never happened before I was ST. Before I was ST, I was a lowlife greasy-fingered neckbeard like the rest of you non-ST. My character was meaningless without magic. Life was fruitless. Bleak. Now, whenever I emote my character smirking and baring his fangs in the process (the emote would be something like, *smirks, baring his fangs in the process), every female character within a 50 block radius swoons. Every day I run down the streets of Providence while my horde of fans flock at my heel, hoping to breathe the same air as me. Even squakhawk regrets letting me onto the ST because he didn't realize power I had over people as an ST. It's both a curse and a blessing.

bad figures? hello is this mod team? i need sheylo banned from the server please

A Scion Spouting, A sharpened dagger thrown down swiftly upon the tree branch, severing it completely and quickly. The Mali'Ame then places the branch to the side, going to take a few more cutting from the tree. She kneels down, picking up a shoot that she had dissected from the mother plant. The dagger is then used to begin shaving the bark off of the branch that she had picked. Not too large, though not a small branch either - Perfect for her purpose in mind. As all bark had been removed from a few inches from the bottom, the Puerokar then begins to pick off almost every leaf upon the branch except those near the top. Once finished with the task, she moves onto dipping the branch into raw honey as to promote their roots to grow, placing the branch then into a pot of soil and adding slightly more as to cover the area it was planted. Leaning down to pick up another branch, she repeats the process ad nauseum for the few cuttings that she had taken from the tree, taking a rather long time to do so. Yet, as she finishes, she stands to stretch her barely aged back and walk to the side to retrieve her ferrous watering can already filled with water. Returning to the scene, she tips it slightly with an inclination of her wrist and aims for the potted soil, the water pouring quickly into each pot as she moves along them, keeping the soil moist for the sprigs to begin growing into trees - At the least, one of them to begin growing. And so, the process began of watering each scion of the plant each day, hoping that one would begin to grow roots which could then be planted into the soil, allowing a full tree to grow in some years, perhaps decades if watered and allowed to grow in a spot of apt sunlight. After a month of planting the sprigs into the pot, the 'Ame returns as she had each day, but this time not to water the plants. Kneeling down, gently tugging on each cutting and seeing whether or not roots had began forming near the base - For some, no. For others, slight callouses can surely be seen upon the stems that have been submerged in soil. And for one, roots are truly beginning to form, faster than the rest of the bath, the scion's 'brethren'. Placing it back into the soil, she strains then to pick the pot up and begin walking further away from any other plant to give this sprig the best chance of survival, away from much competition from the roots of other plants. Kardem, placing the pot down, hurriedly rushes back to her home as to retrieve a spade for digging, finding one rather quickly and returning to the area which she had left the scion plant. Baring the spade into the ground next to the pot, beginning to dig down into the earth as for planting it and to begin the true sprouting of a tree. Once again pours water upon the plant, having to repeat the process for watering the plant again for the next few months.. Though, she now had to walk further from her home to do so. An opportune place for sunlight, though more strenuous upon herself. She goes back to the potted sprigs, taking a few more that had promising results and planting them, too, around the area, spread out enough as not to cause too much competition once again. Watering them, and then moving on, back to the comforts of her own home. Doing so again, and again, and again, over the next few months.