PrimnyaQuorum

Haus squints as he reads on the section of himself, somewhere buried within his own work. "...Awful. Truly - Brewing magics? International criminal?!" He exclaimed to his work, a simple report, "-At least they had the dignity to put down apparent. Perhaps I owe a word to these scribes, Don't I-" He turns, to finds his rambles are given to the empty air. His anger slowly subsides, and he pauses from his work to rub at his tired brow. For a brief moment, he feels aimless admist his penance - though eventually the report before him draws him back in, like a branch to a tired bird.

This feels like a vague redline - any strike from any material would disconnect a mage. Would a strike from Resonantium add an a extra charging emote for some set duration if the struck mage attempts to cast within a set duration, or would it introduce a extra emote before the mage can re-connect/charge if they somehow have managed to stay connected for a indefinite duration? I feel the metal should have some limit on how many times it can add a extra emote or disrupt before it incurs some cost to itself or the user, or can no longer be used in the encounter as listed in other abilities. To add to this, is there any particular reason why this would only effect voidal mages, and not any other magical user, including other users of Kani if struck by Resonantium? They all manipulate some form of mana to a extent, and anti-magical things tend to equally target all magics.

"...I do not remember Karl III banning the Inferi from the city, when they bore down on Karsograd." The Watcher remarks as those cosmic eyes flicker over a copy, more them amused. "First ink, now this - it's just a Cat. I thought she wasn't a threat?" He shrugs to himself in the isolation of his own apartment, carefully folding the missives atop another report - one mentioning something about Twelve Crowns, and other possible remarks he might tell at his next comedy appearance.

A actual meter/block distance range would be much better then a chat range - also, if Wither cannot be dodged in the "traditional" sense it would help to clarify in what sense it can be dodged then. I presume it means any form of breaking LoS or physical/warding/direct abjuration barrier would suffice. This does just feel like a re-statement of Voidal Connection redlines and how voidal casting works in general in some places - I feel like it could be left out, and all that's really needed is the clarification on a max range (if any, if its not a projection LOS should suffice), which constructs it would affect, and how it can and cannot be dodged.

"Hey, didn't we do this one before?" Haus remarks to the Chamber of Magisters within Hohkmat, idly remarking as his cosmic gaze peers over towards the still-burning, glassed ruins that once was Veletz. He blissfully considers the metaphysical ramifications of the many letters being sent with glee, before returning to the days many magical matters. @Minuvas @ScoutTheWitch @MeteorDragon

"...Copycat." Haus mutters, flicking a finger across the eye drawn atop the paper. He smiles to himself, at his own little joke - his ever-present Yisar seems to frown at his antics, stomping into the dirt as he reads through the paper "He wasn't always this way - a shame he picked her to work for. Though...took her name? You'd think a 'Thill would at least pretend to be more discrete." He hums to the Yisar besides him, as he sets off back off on his travels.

Haus squints as the missive in his hands seems to magically lose a signature before his eyes, ink vanishing off the paper in his hand and the remaining filing down to fill the new gap, as if it had never been there at all. Those cosmic eyes cast skyward, as he silently wonders which newborn the Kaethulian council has sacrificed this time to the spirits to achieve the grand feat of magic witnessed right before his gaze.

"If you kill a dead thing, has the number of dead things in the world gone up, or down? Has a change even been made?" The Watcher ponders the important questions as he wanders through his apartment within his district, in tatters after a no-knock raid in the dead of night. The Holy Missive from the Holy Man himself brings him some semblance of entertainment, as he hums a distant tune admist tidying up things.

"-She was a doctor, too. And kind, and caring, and just-" Haus mumbles as those cosmic eyes sweep over the paper. There's no real reason for him to take such offense over such words - everyone knew she was kind, and caring, and just - but he does, anyway. His head turns up and away from the paper, as if to exaggerated his point in the isolation he sits in. Those eyes still water regards, and grief weighs heavy on his heart. The tiny bit of mock offense he tries to hide behind washes away, and all that remains with him is lament - over what unspoken words he can never say, that he was not there for the Queen-Doctor as she was for him. He is old, and yet still another has passed on too soon, and all that remains is to carry the flame of their memory onward. It's not fair. It's his curse, still, but it's not fair - is all he laments behind tears

Far beyond the night sky, in a particularly primordial cluster of starlight and dust - a mind wandered and reflected. The Watcher had been disinvolved for some time, mostly of his own choice. The affairs of demons and claimed not-demons grew tiring to keep track of, since a poor attempt at a bounty was issued out from a greedy town. It had been some time since he had heard of the White Cat, though - and as its writing came across his view hours prior, it gave him enough to reflect upon admist unseen depths. A passing thought granted him some semblance of solace - those who had always clung to his name had always been struck by misfortune severe, a curse he had no say over since it had been inflicted upon him. Some occurrences of ill-fated luck simply had proven to be more tolerable then others.

This feels a bit too complicated for a redline - it would be easier to just redline a shorter duration for constructs/atronachs. Voidal Mages are inflicted with the weakness Wither applies, despite already having a degree of Voidal Poisoning. This feels a bit too specific - Wither is still subject to Voidal Casting rules pertaining to Line of Sight. While I think the non-projectile and range clarification is good, it would still be blocked by Warding Barriers, Direct Abjuration, and any means of obscuring the line of sight from the Voidstalker to the Target - Translocating out of their view, smoke/visual obscurement, cover, and so forth. It might be better to simply state it cannot simply be physically dodged, and to mandate some form of a tell on the charging emote so the intended target has time to act.

Haus barely gives the paper a fleeting glance, at first - he's gotten more then enough papers already and he would rather enjoy his travels - but the name of it's subject captures his attention. He reads it more thoroughly. He feels his heart sink in his chest, a long-forgotten feeling of dread creeping in. He stows and gathers some of his things, bids a brief farewell to his traveling party, and makes haste for the formerly-frostbitten town - worried near-sick for his dear friend.

In some far-away lands, A Watcher reads over a copy - word travels far, and his reach farther. He wonders if he'll ever find a roommate like Wilford and Atticus are to each other - it would help with the nigh-unbearable taxes he faces. He smiles softly at his own errant thoughts, words scribbled down onto his copy as he returns his mind to his travels ahead.

Haus eagerly scanned through the paper, only to crumble it up into a ball and throw it into the fireplace with righteous fury as he realized the 'Throne' of Man was metaphorical.

I think there's a large difference between this - which implies someone willingly enters a PK zone and takes the risk - and what the post actually says where they had no warning or indication they were about to be otherwise forced into the PK zone. Sure, if you want high reward there's high risk, but that's not what's being said here at all. What's being said is you should never be forced into a PK Zone.

The pyromaniacal Lord-Magister of Paradox watches the inferno from a distance, an unusual sensation swelling - Jealousy. For now, Atticus has earned his congratulations and respect - in time, however, he knows it must be outdone. He turns away from the distant Reinhold's Burning Pyre, and wanders off his own way.

Source (The contents of the post are only visible to those with a Accepted Veil Watching FA, and Access to Event Horzion or those with the CArt “The Book of Metis” via Arcane Library) Those attuned to the Veil would find a familiar sensation coursing through their veins - a sensation that pulls them from reality and drowns them in agony as their eyes cease seeing the present, opened into a new sight. Once again, those eyes open to find themselves in a cave - though it seems more akin to a large underground space, lit and refined. It’s barren, save that familiar, blasphemous gap in the Veil that lies in the center of the room. A pair of Magi stand side by side upon one of the perches at the edge of that very rapture in the Veil, gathered near many others who wandered nearby the infant rift. They tried, and tried - stood around in circles, wandering about the frame as they pondered and pondered, frustration palpable in the mana-saturated air. It wasn’t long, however, before the many others departed from the room, and only a pair remained. They approached the edge from that raised platform - one nurturing their understanding of that mana-ladden frame, while the other set up their escape. In a flash - that frame CRACKED, and that pair of magi vanished, simply escaping into thin air. As those two disappear, a new sight appears - a curt eruption from that rift, a shockwave that releases for a brief moment that races around the small space. As fast as it begins, it is over - all that remains is a pit where once something more abhorrent stood, and a deep chill that permeates the space. In all the sacrilege done unto the Veil, a glimmer of hope shines forward A portion of the Veil has been Sealed, and made whole again.

"So all that, and her hand revealed....and she still hasn't accomplished anything." Haus muses, sipping at a flask from his Yisar's back as he travels down a warm road "A pity, truly."

I don't think there's a example of the church doing anything organically in RP within the last year, so this is a bit of a tall ask against a argument for a Rule Change OOCly.

100% I think this is the only point that really matters and deserves consideration. If IRL Racism is not allowed, then IRL-Anything thats hateful doesn't deserve a place on LoTC. You can endlessly argue IRP and OOC intentions and character bleed, but at the end of the day the only question that can be asked and answered is will that rule be consistently upheld or not, and why. It's a universe of magical things, machines, and various species of people - if your RP revolves hate because of who someone is attracted to, more often then not it's not a "unique" character trait when the arguments made IRPly reflect the arguments made IRL. LoTC exists separate from the real world, we're not even allowed to make references to the real world - Homophobia specifically has no place in LoTC.

Voidal Artificery Creation Old: A Voidal Artificer, with a prerequisite understanding of Transfiguration, is capable of creating much more wondrous things - Allowing for much more easy creation of MArts melding The Void and practical mechanics. Alongside this, Enchantment becomes significantly easier upon a magi- not tolling them nearly to the extent it normally would.. Redlines -Creation does not modify one's daily-enchanting-limit, still capped at 3 signed items per day, 3 potent encahants or 1 grand enchantment. New: A Voidal Artificer, with a prerequisite understanding of Transfiguration, is capable of creating much more wondrous things - Allowing for much more easy creation of MArts melding The Void and practical mechanics. Alongside this, Enchantment becomes significantly easier upon a magi- not tolling them nearly to the extent it normally would. Furthermore, a Voidal Artificer would find their creative spark re-igniting faster when inventing new enchantments - requiring less time between each new invention of enchanting. Redlines -Creation does not modify one's daily-enchanting-limit, still capped at 3 signed items per day, 3 potent encahants or 1 grand enchantment. -An Artificer may utilise Creation in the process of creating MArt’d Enchantments, Obelisks, or similar MArt’able parts of Voidal Lore. When utilising Creation, the Artificer will only incur a [1] OOC Month cooldown upon acceptance. Artificers may ONLY benefit from the reduced MArt cooldown when the MArt is a Custom Enchantment or Creation, and an Artificer must include their Artificery FA on the MArt Application. MArts made with Creation must have their creation RP completed and documented prior to submission. -Custom Voidal MArts are currently: Multi-Spell Enchantments, Creative Enchantments, Non-Item Enchantments, and +15m Obelisks. MArts that involve Voidal Magic beyond Enchanting, or Magnum Opus’s do not fall under Creation and would incur the standard MArt cooldown. For as long as I’ve been on the server, I’ve never seen a MArt or a Custom Enchant that functioned off of Creation. I think its truly a underutilized piece of lore, given the general rarity of Artificers and Transfigurationist across the latest set of Voidal Nerfs. While the exact length of the cooldown reduction is flexible, I think it would benefit Artifcers more to not be so heavily restricted from making more unique enchantments and structures as allowed by lore

That Watcher squints as he tries to pierce through a written accent, and a quite-detrimental choice of ink coloring upon similarly colored paper. He turns to his ever-faithful Yisar, which already seems to express dread at the incoming tangent. "No, don't you start - these are the same folk that lost a war. They just do this over and over - it's gotta be names on a dartboard they spin. Maybe you'll be next, hmm?" He poses to the strange creature - which seems to take offense at that, promptly consuming the very paper the Watcher reads. As it does, however - magically, the text on the paper changes as the bold, blood-red title and a curiously intelligent translation of scripted accent. The blonde ponders which spirit the poor uruk must have sacrificed his newborn too for such a feat of magic, as he retrieves what scraps of paper remain from the Yisar and pens a reply. Curiously, a copy of his reply, and a more legible transcription of the original letter save it's fancy embroidery, finds itself pinned on the Hohkmati Pinboard. Klog of The Horde, First, it's Haus, Of Paradox. I invite you to re-issue this challenge with my name put properly. If one of us is to die, you damn well better be sure it's done properly. I find myself confused - I know nothing of you, nor do I recall any attempts from yourself at reconciliation or resolution. I would urge you to perhaps begin with such - A simple test and visit to the Spirits would erase most of your claims easily enough, and would allow me the chance to further provide a offering to whatever spirit allowed you to change the very words upon this paper before my eyes. Truly, I find myself in awe over the domain of such power, sometimes. To the rest of your letter - I have no castle, and I find myself rapidly approaching 74; ergo, 'Baby man in a castle ' is in poor tastes. Such claims of 'wreck havoc and perform evil magic' are lackluster - alleged something specific, please. I have no woman, as you so kindly refer to, and my children have slain abhorrence's from beyond the Veil - I don't think they'd appreciate the disturbance, and I must further insists you limit your troubles with me to me only. I have no soldiers, no legion - these are things of kingdoms and nobility, of which I am mostly not. I am a Watcher, simply, and I find myself a bit busy with a Tear and a Horror to simply ignore such problems in favor of violence. I will acknowledge where there is good - you claim such challenge over honor, not greed based on a bounty. As such, I offer you the chance to meet me by yourself, face to face, under the meditation of the Kwee'Hayastaani. I have travelled in my many years, and word of their reputation for providing a place for disagreements to be resolved has reached me more then once, before. If they are willing to host us, I invite you to bring whichever means you'd like to prove that I am not the darkspawn you claim, and to otherwise attempt the resolution you evidently seek, and have not been able to succeed at before such a challenge. I urge you, however - please do not mistake this for pacifism. You are welcome to speak to Muraak, or your fellow Apek of what a sliver of my attention has wrought when violence is pressed unto myself. Do not violate the peace of others in your quest for slaughter. I have also taken the liberty of scribing copies to be placed within Hohkmat - you, after all, have alleged you will attack them should you not find my response sufficient. I eagerly await your reply, Klog of Gorkil. Kindly, Lord-Magister, Dr. Haus, Of Paradox Master of the Ziggurat of Hohkmat, Watcher of the Veil

Haus peers over the paper tiredly, wondering if he classifies as a eligible voter. He shrugs, casting his vote - if he isn't, he suspects, it'll be ignored. MC Name: PrimnyaQuorum Name: Haus Vote 1: Eistalyn Othelu'maehr Vote 2: Eistalyn Othelu'maehr