MysticalWeasel

Last Sought Truth Wandering, for he did not yet know where to bring himself. Till it struck him, like a sun ramming into one’s eye, he would return to his place of truth, where hot springs reflect his true nature. A sunken path, mesmerized by geyser springs and hot steam. Where the heat would erode him away once more, to shed that skin he had grown so attached to. Finding a large enough rock to sit, Sebastian took some comfort. Setting his food and drink out of reach of his one arm, he felt a quiet hope. Mentally fortified himself for the coming journey. Sitting upon the large rock, Sebastian studied. To find something to garner his focus. There, there, it was a plant. In this hot, steamy land that sought to erode him, a flower thrived. Envy boiled in his gut and filled him with the drive. If such a flower, such a resilient bloom, survives in this landscape, so shall he. Had it been a day or a week? He had lost track of time. Skin blistered, and lips cracked under the constant heat. Beyond all, a question he sought to answer. More valuable than shade, more valuable than a drop of water. What is perfection? What is self? Endlessly, he stared at that flower, not a single detail lost upon him. Unlike the question, this flower had nothing left to pique his attention. Still, though, he allowed himself to cook slowly. The excruciating heat seemed to burn his very psyche away. The remaining question is the only thing remaining in his head. Time continued to burn on, as day turned to night. The cold was not as embracing as I thought. Shivers shot down his spine as boils and cracked skin were raw to the feeling. The pain persisted, a reminder of his resilience amid suffering. His skewed mind thought of perfection. How could someone who has never known perfection think about it? The question shifted just as the sun rose once more. A new dawn had risen, another day of agonizing heat. Finally, after several days, it dawned upon them. Just as the sun rose, he moved. Sore and blistered, barely conscious, he moved. A hand rose, their only hand. It raised its arm to the sky, its hand cupping the very sun. The perspective was flawed. To him, he had clasped the sun, but in truth, a mere misguided perception. He, himself, was flawed. Anything he could conjure would be just as flawed. At last he had sought the truth needed. Fractured mortal understandings of perfection would only be that, fractured. He could be staring at perfection and think of lesser forms of it for he himself could never truly know it. With that small semblance of truth, barely being able to walk away from such understandings. He left that boiling land, the final pieces of his old self now boiled away.

Same people who say blood magic isn't evil are the same people who say mysticism is grey. BOTH ARE EVIL! YOU ARE A BLOOD FIEND!

Tooooo easy! No wonder the people of Idunia lost! Numendil # 1

Me when I bring my 5 year old son to fight darkspawn and they choose the weakest link to attack (The child). I as an avid evil player, find the issue with this. As it was a very common issue on the previous map where players would think, just cause it was a child persona they would be immune from death or consequences for attempting to combat the dark forces on server. Once had a 8 year old child larper try to argue they could fight a bear size zekul, and when I mauled them to death they cried in OOC chat and it was quite the scene. This is still something I draw back to this day, as ever since then anytime I've seen these characters in situations they'd have no business being in, it always the same.

definitely one of the lore submissions of all time

Whatever wonkist

"Toil and glutton upon your false gospel! But realize that nothing is pure, no world sacred. All naught but dust in the end." ✦ Words of madness gleamed from a sickly figure. Such words spoken to none in attendance, beyond what rattled within their restless mind. As the grief-stricken angel wept aloud, to an echoing cathedral. The accursed arm, which oozed from the abyss, eroded the letter. Leaving only the thin remembrance of the declaration within Izhkar's shattered psyche. Once more left with empty thoughts, and thin tangents of glory upon their act onto the mortal world. ✦

Heh... the agenda has been maintained.

Show proof this occurred or I am denying...

Conflict is a form of roleplay, empires rise and fall. Learn to embrace defeat and roleplay from that instead of getting made you cannot exist in a bubble that cannot handle any attempts from outside forces to disrupt it.

This is shit is ass cuh

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WAAR!!!!! "I made it the **** up"

Mechanics should be easy to understand in the first place. Doomscrolling 5+ hidden sections, then having to stitch apart the lore and mechanics and then check the redlines. Is absurd, and puts way too much power in the MA holder to make stuff up or develop head cannons. I strictly remember a certain Koyo Kuni incident where 5+ mystics were all found to be power gaming cause they couldn't read their own lore...

Shamans or mysticism is the worst Shamanism because its hard locked, preventing the community from progressing it. Mysticism because it has horrible formatting. Mechanics mix in with the lore and redlines also contain mechanics. Making it a mess to understand.

Yoink, thank you

Uhmmm… no one 🤫🤫🤫🤫

Okay I’ll not meme comment but this needs to be addressed. Anti rp, would be intentionally targeting a group of players for no rp reason. Or oocly plotting to prevent certain players from not getting magics, or into groups on the server. The Druids deciding to put all their eggs in one basket, bringing a nearly 20 man rally to defense, to then fail. Is not anti rp, it is the exact opposite. That is rp, that is what is known as failing. And failing is valid in rp. Now was this a harsh outcome? Yes, yes it was. Did any of us who raided that day expect to result in 4-5 Treelords getting pkd, no. Rp is not simply winning or being always around, it is also failing. Your character finds its limits and either tries to go beyond or fails.