Karina

implement this NOW

Tfig having spells that can't be enchanted is a fun thing. I think it would help definitely 'sell' the value of it somewhat. My only concern is that mage armor seems very good. Especially if combined with something like translocation. It functionally nullifies the weaknesses of mages. Having it be a fire-and-forget spell that allows you to take one hit might fit more in-line with other balancing considerations. Perhaps something along the lines of the water evo continual spells, where it has an emote duration and you're locked to ONLY casting other abjuration/tfig spells while its up?

I hope that some of these updated rules include harsher punishments for issues such as power & metagaming. Bad faith rp is prevalent at times in part because the consequences rarely seem to be severe. To spend the time putting a report together only for them to get a slap on the wrist is almost worse then them not getting punished at all.

One of the scrolls founds its way to the remains of a decaying magi. The draugar who had come to haunt the ruins came to scan briefly over the scroll. Equally curious of the strange creature that had skittered across the snow. Some sort of low, gurgling sound ached past the back of her throat. "Deserving of a /reply/, no doubt." The creature came to chitter, as slow steps brought them deep into the bowels of the earth. Oncemore confined to the dusty study. A pen came to dip in ink. And so was a reply soon to be wrought.

Yeah no this is good and clarifies a lot of what I struggled with when I first got the feat. I like the little changes. Wearing Rokodra is a nice touch. I also love the idea of them inheriting malice, should push more towards the vision of tieflings that most people want to see. If this rewrite passes, would existing FA CCs get a chance to change their mutations since they're now being logged?

A draugar found the missive, cursed as she was. The woman recalled the moment of her rebirth. Baptized in infernal flames. Chains to her soul. It was a miserable thing, a fetid thing. Peaceful ways. The word was enough to make her laugh. This awful, gritty thing that sort of gurgled up from the back of a dry and mummified throat. Some part of her came to realize their violence was always there. All it ever took was the slightest disagreement to bring it forth. Such was the nature of the Haeseni. Such was the nature of many valah. The nature of all descendant-kin. Despite how far she had fallen from the Court, the truth of the infernal was always but one moment from being recognized. The note was crumpled up, before the creature resettled to her desk. Maybe one they would understand it. They would never be safe, until they were strong.

A once-living Devil found some small amusement in the turned tides. Some sort of scratchy thing ate at the back of her throat, gurgling into something like a guffaw. Little else needed to be said. They were fools, the draugar thought, all of them. So blind to the true dangers. They never cared when it was Sermi, alone, hunting the infernal. Far easier was it, to let one dig their own grave and later make a martyr out of them. How things could have been different... They'll learn, she thought.

honestly just w's across the board build rule updates are great. love the idea of mercenary companies.

I wish i could upvote this three times this is genuinely the most interesting write for voidal anything in a long time. I am so glad it's not just another set of combative evocations.

Sermi of Hallowcliffe approves this message. The draugar adding her signature to the increasingly long list of forces.

OOC: This was an RP-encounter and therefore is only known to those who witnessed it IRP Please do not metagame! ☾☼₊‧⁺◯~*~*~*~*~*~⟡⋆⁺‧₊◯₊‧⁺⋆⟡~*~*~*~*~*~◯⁺‧₊☾☼ Familiar mists came to settle at her fingertips. From her heart, through rotting veins, came the very energy of creation. The infinite possibilities of the arcane, she thought. Finally - put to use. Years of searching had led to this moment. Years of planning. Years of exchanged letters, of gathering the magi necessary to see this feat performed. It was the lich Az’rekash that first showed her the strength that can be joined from cooperation. She recalled standing in the dull glow of that voidal tear. The way it came to seep into her muscles, into her bones. Eating at her figure, her existence. A small price to pay for O'zen'jkastum. The looming figure of the statue came overhead, as the sun peaked its zenith. Scattering its rays down, reflecting off the rushing water of the river. Where in life, the cold would come to eat at her muscles. Here, it was nothing but numbness. It made it that much easier to focus. Energies flared at her fingertip. The organ-pink globules that came from the tear ripped through her soul. No longer just a mere pinhole. Such strength came to seep into the statue, slowly digging deeper and deeper into the rock. It was a complete and utter silence. Her hands settled on the edge of the circle, drawn forth in shattered crystal. As the ritual came to its apex, the very earth came to shift and rock under them. In only a moment; the statue of Lady Haense, so well-known amongst them, was ripped into the Void itself. And her precious treasure with it. The gift of a nation, reduced to nothingness. Reduced to but something held in the palm of her hand. ☾☼₊‧⁺◯~*~*~*~*~*~⟡⋆⁺‧₊◯₊‧⁺⋆⟡~*~*~*~*~*~◯⁺‧₊☾☼ In the dark of the night, a single pigeon made its way towards New Valdev. Carrying a message addressed to one Cardinal Villorik; it was but a scant few letters. @Xarkly

Notice of the treaty reached a draugar deep in study. Books on voidal studies surrounded them, as it provided a brief refrain from the endless search of perfection and deeper understanding. Dead, feline eyes scanned over the missive. Murmuring under their breath, through rotten and mummified vocal chords. Speaking only to themselves, and the thoughts in their head, and the watcher in the corner. "Haven't they been dead for years?" She regarded. Something like faint sentiment ebbed in the back of her memory. Time itself had become a struggle to understand. O'zen double-checked the date, just to be sure. Some faint, gurgling exhale that was almost akin to half of a laugh. "You are not forgotten, old friend." The creature mumbled to themselves, before the missive was folded.

Lilliandriel read the notice. This is what she had been preparing for. It felt like validation, in a way. All the suffering, all the long nights of her training. She had stood upon the mountain, felt the sparks come to her touch. Their work was progressing, now, and she would have to be ready for the fight to come. A whetstone came against the oversized blade in her hand, screeching as it came to refine the blood-stained edge.