Hakiki

A Cursed is required to have OOC consent, this is true. However, if people continuously say no to the Naz, what's the point if that's the case? Naz are there to cause conflict. It also introduces character conflict which can introduce hurdles. I can see this as being fodder to always so No to the curse which then it just becomes something that's never used except in rare cases This is not D&D, that is correct, however these characters should be able to find a way to save themselves from what they do not want IC. They should not be completely punished for giving the Naz the pleasure of doing what they do. Very much an 'Are you worth saving?' kind of story. 🙂

As I said, it does make sense. I also think magics do not define a character. A more simple way of stating what I am saying is that I believe their should be SOME way to save or redeem your soul in a manner of speaking. I even stated that the magic is not needed to do the right thing.

So it's come to the decision that Cursed Descendants can no longer become Templars. I wished to open up this debate as I personally see a lot of flaw in this design. It has nothing to do with it making sense. I personally see that it makes sense that aenguls would not like Demons, however there's a lot of controversy. Cursed are not Demons, they are people who have for one reason or another, have a strain on their soul which more than likely comes from Naz. There is incentive for a Cursed Child to become evil due to being able to go faster down the Naz path, however this does not mean that they should be barred from other Deific magics (Other than Shamanism and Druidism). A cursed becoming proven to themselves to uphold the virtues of religion and other deific teachings could potentially be a very good story line and fill a niche. Completely blocking it off gives the feeling that making a Cursed means you must make an evil character (I personally know this is not true, but it can be an impression that is left). To prove ones self to an order or to their God that they were raised to be loyal to, just for the story to turn their back to them and everything was for naught. It feels REALLY bad. I believe that they should not be barred completely. Just some suggestions, perhaps be given harsher trials to prove themselves that their intentions are in the right place or make the Curse cleanse-able for people who HAVE proven themselves, or the connection itself does it. Or maybe that a Cursed could go down a different path. Light and Dark is not left and right, its a grey area of morality and perspective. People who are of the light can still do evil things and dark can do good. The main point is that Cursed are not Demons and therefore should not be guided down to become evil, as there is already incentive. As a Redemption of the Soul is a very real story!

A towering Olog stands, underneath the dark helmet no visage was visible and looking over the port. It grumbles. "They have not met mitashi... The day that they meet mitashi and raid home. The day they will see that nubbu easy task as they thought. Come.. meet Bahamut. Mitashi will flatsu all that attack home."

A tall High Elf in her armor walks down a path, for she was young, and yet understood the opening of the heavens and the falling of a star into sapphire hues, a Vessel, stolen. Despite this sadness of knowing, she never found reason to look down anymore. Being near rock bottom once before, nearly consumed by the darkness and stolen from the warmth of the light. She stops to look up to the sky, a somber expression in her sapphire blue eyes, "I wish I got the chance to meet you, whoever you were." She closes her eyes, "I can not believe this is what it took for me to finally act and accept this calling deep in my heart and soul. Perhaps not to redeem myself, as what is redemption but acts of virtue from one point onward?" Her eyes open once more, still looking to the sky, "Whatever you have done, it will not be in vain. We will halt ruin, for this I believe." She looks forward, and continues to walk. Heading into the wilderness to seek the beginnings of the trials for Ordainment. "May you find rest and rest well, Bringer of Virtue..."

The Olog joyfully laughs, looking at the paintings. She hums to calm her laughter. "Wuz fun. Mitashi rememba like et wuz yezterday."

Maerryl looks at the ballot she was in possession of. "We do nae need a king right now. We need t' fix things." She sighs, signing the ballot and marking it down for Thurgrim. "Bu'.. Ifn they refuse t' operate an' fix things without a king, ah guess ah do nae really have a choice. Like a bunch 'f babies tha' do nae know wha' t' do without their father." She sends the ballot off before returning to her masonry, shaking her head and looking down as she walks.

Maerryl reads the missives. Anger, confusion and disbelief plaster her face, "Wha' the bloody hells is goin' on?!" She picks up her things and heads deeper into the city.

The tall hooded figure sits in a well hidden cavern, seeming to be cleaning the poleaxe that they possessed from the blood that was spilled. After a moment, she sets the poleaxe aside. Her elbows met her knees, holding her head up with both of her hands. A heavy sigh escapes her, the memory of the battle still extremely fresh on her mind. The fire that torched the young one, the screams that split and the Reinmar forces that attempted to save their kind, even the felling of a Dwarf that stood valiantly, but potentially foolishly, against them. It attacks her psyche, trying to shake her head clear, but the final memory staining her further, her own force having taken the arm of one of the Reinmar defenders, the claim of her first shed of blood. The Frozen Shaman speaking to herself... "Es dis how et has tu be? De shedding 'f grish.. de flames 'f wagh foreva on da backs 'f those who mi care for?" The veil grows wet with tears that escape the descendants eyes, "Nub matta... Love says tha' all th' Uzg will freeze ova, agh nub even th' zpiritz can save t'em... Mi will feel th' bitta sweet embrace 'f th' cold..." She scoots herself into a corner of the cavern, and begins to rest after the battle.