SimonItorp

Voidstalker's Withering has 4x the range with no requirement except for LoS and Connection.

I cherish being able to teach IRP, I also see the appeal of needing to do OOC oversight here and there though simply because of really poor timing due to IRL complications. People being swarmed with work... People getting sick... People going through changes that warrant some time away from the game... It all applies to literally every single person who plays student or teacher. Anything can happen, and when it does? Your progression shouldn't be punished, at least that's how I view it. W post regardless, people who have TAs and don't treat them with the respect that they should (getting to teach is a privilege) will definitely lose their ability to continue doing so. However- I would say that it is also important that magic learners, new or experienced, actually speak up when they notice that their teacher is actively instructing you how to powergame. The requirement for intervening with a student who's powergaming as a teacher, applies also to the student needing to intervene with a teacher who's powergaming.

The vibes are up, ladies and gents

The news reached another Archmage of the Mage's Guild, one sat in a dark, luminous cave of sorts where water flowed into a small pond. Nearby, a turtle shuffled between rocks and algae, plunging into the depths of the pond, leaving the elf with the missive in his hand, all alone. "Well, I always did tell you that you were ambitious," he speaks, a low scoff leaving him shortly after. Another voice speaks once the missive is folded in on itself, to then be set aflame by the mage's fingertips. "All may not be lost, we should speak to our comrade, he would be able to rectify this."

Late, did the news at last arrive in the chambers of an Archmage Scion, Isaac Obediah-Daystar. The man did not weep, but he lit a candle for the fallen man. He was family, and now, alone was the Scion once again in a world where all family of his had met their end -- yet he remains. "May you rest well, Obediah. It is well-earned, and you, like your predecessors, shall enjoy it. This, I know for certain. I wish I had been present more," did the man mutter, watching the flame of the candle flick against the wick as it liquified the wax beneath it. He dips his head, in respect, and mourning of the fallen Spellblade and legendary fighter -- fellow member of House Obediah.

In terms of lore for Menhir, Menhir is meant to inherently be stronger than ferrum, because it is MAGICAL ROCK. I'm tired of people constantly wanting to nerf something because it is stronger than what they have. At this point, what is the reason to keep Eidola's a thing if there's nothing special about the CA other than glowy rock? The blatant ignorance for how lore is made is astounding, not to mention that when the consequences of trying to one man army an Eidola doesn't go your way people always seem to find the lore the reason they can't win. Guess what? That's the point. You're not meant to be able to one man army an Eidola, because they are behemoths of magical stone with capabilities beyond your own. Instead of trying to get rid of things that are justifiable in lore maybe try to be more aware of your surroundings. Menhir is in fact stated to be heavier than normal rock, and if you can't account for what that might do to your cranium I don't know if you should be talking. A half metric ton of rock that is heaving around an 80kg rock weapon and swinging it at you with two times the strength of a peak human, that also wields that weapon with finesse because the rock is literally attuned to them, is not meant for you to win unless you have the numbers and equipment. The above is accounted for if you are just facing a Pale Knight. Don't get me started on what a Pale Lord would do to your whole body in one swing if we keep to what lore actually justifies and says.

An arcane warrior and Archmage stood in the halls of his tower, where the forge glow bright and steel sings from the swings of one warped metal hammer. "No surprise there, even you seek any kind of excuse for violence, no better than the Empire long before yours," did that elf sigh as the missive is thrown into the lava that heated his iron, the forging process started anew.

Yeah, I like, mhm. +1

Personally, as a Veil Watcher, I have had little complaints because I love the aesthetic. Do I like less that it has barely any uses? Yeah, of course I do. What I'd want to see this feat bring about is more interaction allowance with the Void itself. Obviously not as much as a Voidstalker, but enough to have the feat actually mean something to the point of, maybe, a pseudo-like Voidstalker aesthetic or subtype.

Bro makes a demand like he's the Admin or something lmao

For what literal reason?

"Not a goodbye, but a 'see you later'." 'Tis a hobby after all, not an obligation. Does it feel right? Then go with it. Happy landing, man. It has been an honour.

Right, but... I don't see the point in doing murder hobo RP, while using PvP as the murder way. That is all I am saying. Large conflicts like warcalaims, sieges and all that? Sure, yeah, I see why that is quite useful. Settling stuff that is inherently meant to be an IRP dispute and not a bunch of clicking? Now you've lost me. I see no point in indulging people who want to showcase their apparent greatness within PvP on a server that is so much more than just PvP and conflict. Debates, showoffs, competitions and so on are much more fun (for me at the very least) to do in terms of settling things because it opens up other opportunities and scenarios. Allow me to also state that I am in no way trying to make your point invalid or anything of the likes, I am simply stating my view on something I have always disliked because I don't see how it fits to the server's mechanics outside of large scale conflicts like warclaims, sieges, raids and so on.

I'm still, to this day, not a fan of PvP on a roleplay server.

A coronated Pale Lord sat idly in a hovel, somewhere far away from wherein this massacre had taken place. The missive having been delivered by ghostly hands, now revealing a barbaric, and gruesome act. "In all my time, of having existed, both in life and death -- I have never quite seen such cruelty. If it is not fate that hands you your verdict, Church-dwellers, then know that it will be me, instead."

Just amend Necromancy, bro

Heavily agree with this personally.

Love it. Would make me miss being an Artificer if approved, because they'd actually be cool beyond what they already are :D

Be it the death of a fellow Lord, to make Razaak's husk shake and convulse in anger, and mournful wails of the damned that were housed within. Through the many times that the Crowned had observed Zu'e arise from debris, form reshaped from water and stone, this was sadly not going to be one of those times. In one hand did a wicked pike take shape, one that had not belonged to Razaak for that much time, and the Crowned, the Coronated One, bowed its head to such an artifact. "Your service will forever echo through time. Your name, forever written and transcribed, in stone," Did the Lord of Judgement bellow into the harrowing chasms beneath him, wherever he currently were. . .

And people are hating on the Void and saying it's bad, versus this shit... Smh.

An artisan of the Void, exuding smog and embers of arcana from all over his body, stood beneath the Obelisk in his forge, stares at the missive he's been handed. His expression remains still, but his eyebrows furrow together and a low, resentful murmur escapes him before the missive is incenerated within his grip.

The Daystar awakes, dazed and with ragged breaths - his star-filled eyes flicker and spark of latent mana that had instinctually reacted to the dream that unfolded just mere seconds ago. The swirling tempests of cosmic weave and constellations whirl violently within his head. Both his hands raise to then be rested against the temples of his skull. . . "The stars quake... Existence itself weeps... What..?"

The Pale Lord by the name of Razaak, not seen for quite some time now, was still around... Somewhere. His place in existence mattered not for in this moment, the Pale Lord let out a titanic roar up into the heavens, stood on this mountain peak in the middle of nowhere. The mountain shook from the roar, snow falling down the peak and slowly turning into an avalanche the further down the mountain one went. Vorztrok's final death, echoed within the confines of the Lord's stony mind, between the spikes of the crown he adorned, as wisps and fractured pieces of memories now jolted out from the Crown. A new barrage of Remnants of Old that circled the entire being that was Razaak. Mercilessly did the wisps torture the King with distant and distorted voices of Vorztrok, discussing plans... Telling tales... Showing gratitude... "Your contribution is much appreciated, Obediah. Both of you," Spoke the voice of Vorztrok to seemingly the Lord and... One other that was also very distant in the Lord's fractured mind. The other being was not the main focus, however, as the Lord then looked forth, outward the open gape beneath him atop this mountain. A chilling breeze brushed over the stone of which made up Razaak's form before continuing outward the peak. With it, a voice traveled away, into oblivion, never to be heard again.

A groan was exhaled beneath the earth, within a cave littered with cyan light rebounding off its walls of which contained a large seat, a Throne. And upon this Throne, sat a Lord encased in stone whom's empty sockets of his stone helm were illuminated with a dark cyan glow, dread seeping out in the form of dark cyan mists from underneath the helm. "Dark and Light... Fear and Courage... Glory and Death." Rasped out a voice of such depth and sinister nature.

A fellow Obediah would read this missive as it flew past him in the wind while he tread the path between The Petra and the City-State of Hohkmat. Reading it, he stops dead in his tracks, brows furrowing into a perplexed and somber look as the contents of the letter sets him at an unease like never before. "So... That's that then." The man grumbled before he stuffed the missive away in his pocket. The very last of the Obediah line, walking the land of the living still, completely alone, once more. [!] "Indeed it is."