Metamancy

they're fine please do not give them t4 spells that would be an absolute nightmare

OOC: Music: · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · Cheong-Won, now forty-nine years old, stepped off of the ferry leading to Junmura. It was supposed to be just a short trip, to gather some herbs and do some shopping. The moment she stepped off the ferry, she felt her heart leap into her throat. Opposite her, down the dock, stood three terrifying creatures in armor, one on horseback. Fortunately, beside her stood a knight and a soldier; seemingly from some foreign land; they did not appear Oyashi, or Won-In. Idunian, perhaps? She inched closer to the knight on horseback. “You will protect me, yes?” She murmured, half-joking as she stood next to the horse. It appeared she had come to the scene right as combat had begun; for the knight on horseback charged forth at the other mounted thing, shouting to the open air. “Protect the woman!” Those creatures came rushing towards them, one coming up on the rear with a potion, one meeting the knight in vicious combat, and one stalking the side of the dock with a controlled balance, circling around the knight and the soldier as its eyes landed upon Cheong-Won hungrily. Instinctually, Cheong-Won immediately connected to the spirit realm, invoking the name of Fiarza, as to bless herself to allow for a jump across the water to the other side of the dock. Alas, almost as soon as that familiar wind began to pick up around her, a potion was thrown by the creature coming up from the back. She disconnected immediately, spinning around as to try and avoid the impact, but alas, that grey liquid caught her leg. Cheong-Won watched in horror as that liquid turned to stone and began to creep up her leg – cockatrice’s breath. Her eyes scanned the battlefield – everything was happening so fast. The soldier, who had been commanded to protect her, had been brought to the edge of the dock by the creature on horseback, who was now dismounted. Meanwhile, the knight could be seen clashing in vicious combat with the very same creature that had thrown the potion at Cheong-Won. Cheong-Won felt her heart pounding in her chest as she saw the third demon approach from only a few meters away. Somehow, she knew she could not get out of this; the cockatrice’s breath was now up to her hip, and the vampire fixed its eyes upon her. Shaking, Cheong-Won stepped off of the bridge, her hands in the air. “Hoh-kay. Jaa. We make a deal, oh-kay? You take me, do whatever ritual you want, drink my blood, whatever – just leave me alive, ne? And I will, uh, comply with everything. Ne?” The greater vampire gazed upon her from behind its fanged helm, contemplating her offer – before it swiftly turned upon the struggling soldier at the edge, kicking him down into the water. Cheong-Won watched, petrified, as the soldier and the other vampire went tumbling down into the depths together. The vampire watched, grinning in victory, as the stone encased Cheong-Won up to her neck. The last thing Cheong-Won saw before the stone took her was the vampire disarming itself, taking off its armor and helm and shield, to reveal a truly hellish thing, with a most gruesome appearance… …but she had no time to fully comprehend what she saw before the stone encased her fully. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · Cheong-Won was ten. It was early summer in Chonwon. It was dark outside, and the stars shone brightly in the night sky. Cheong-Won’s mother sat beside her as she lay on the mattress spread across the hard wooden floor. The little Cheong-Won gazed up at her mother, who smiled down at her daughter lovingly. “Eomma, norae bulleojwo,” (Mom, sing me a song.) Cheong-Won requested, staring up at her mother with starry eyes. Her mother chuckled some, nodding a little bit silently before parting her lips to sing Cheong-Won a lullaby. “Jajang… jajang… oori… aga…” (Jajng, jajang, my baby…) “Ani, geugeo malgo!” (No, not that one!) Cheong-Won interrupted, her high-pitched voice chiming out in the middle of the night. “Arirang, arirang, haneun geugeo.” (The one that goes arirang, arirang.) Her mother’s brows raised – arirang was not a lullaby. Alas, she smiled, laughing a little. “Geurae.” (Okay.) She paused for maximum effect, before going to sing once more. “Arirang, arirang, arariyo…” · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · “Oppa!” (Brother!) The thirteen-year-old Cheong-Won sobbed as Cheong-Geun looked back at her and the rest of the An family who were waving him goodbye. Cheong-Seok had been taken a few weeks ago. It was now Cheong-Geun’s turn. “Oppa, kkok gayadwae?” (Brother, must you really go?) Cheong-Geun smiled at Cheong-Won as she ran, barefoot, to wrap her arms around him one last time. “Eommarang appa jal dolbwogo,” (Make sure to take good care of mom and dad,) The second eldest son of the An family smiled. “Neomu ooljee malgo. Eejae, Cheong-Woneega oori gajok jangnameeda.” (And don’t cry too much. Now, you are the eldest son of the house.) “Geundae naneun namjaga aneeran marya!” (But I’m not a man!) Cheong-Won sobbed, burying her face in her brother’s chest. A deep sadness crossed Cheong-Geun’s eyes. “Eomoni, abeoji,” (Mother, father,) He spoke somberly, still clinging onto the bawling Cheong-Won. “Bomhwaleul, Cheong-Woneeaegae jusaeyo. Hwal hananeun jal ssondan maleeaeyo, yaega.” (Please give Cheong-Won the Bow of Spring. If nothing else, this one is a good archer.) Their father, an aged, tired man who had almost fully white hair, nodded firmly at this request as he wrapped a single arm around his sobbing wife. Cheong-Geun pulled away, leaving Cheong-Won to stumble backwards, staring, teary-eyed, at her brother. “Oppa…” Cheong-Geun smiled sadly. “Oyashi manee jugeegeo olkkae.” (I’ll kill a bunch of Oyashi and come back.) The soldiers from the capital appeared, then, spears in their hands, marching down from the end of the dirt road. “An Cheong-Geun,” One of them declared as they slammed their spears on the ground, with their identical military uniforms. “Gapshida. Janggunee geedarigo eeseumnida.” (Let us go. The General awaits.) Without another word, Cheong-Geun turned away from his family, and he was gone. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · “...arirang gogaero neomoganda,” A twenty-year-old Cheong-Won sang to her seven-year-old adopted daughter, Areum. Areum stared up at her with sparkling eyes as she lay on a mattress, with Cheong-Won sitting beside her. They were lying in the back of the von Rhoswald tavern, in Alba. Areum drifted off to sleep, leaving Cheong-Won to think about the parents she had left behind as she smiled down at her new daughter… · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · “Gageora,” (Go.) The sixteen-year-old Cheong-Won’s father told her. In just a few years, the man had aged significantly, the wrinkles on his face having become ever-more prominent. Cheong-Won shakily stepped onto the boat, her books, clothes, food, bow, alongside the rest of her belongings strapped to her back inside a sack. “Abeoji…” Cheong-Won spoke weakly, looking to her father. “Eomoni…” She looked to her mother next, who could not meet her in the eyes. “Go, find better life,” Her father told her in broken Common, his own voice breaking. Taken aback by the sudden change in language, Cheong-Won’s eyes widened. They had been studying Common, hard, to prepare Cheong-Won for this journey. “You be better on Aevos, yes?” Cheong-Won felt tears well in her eyes as the ferryman gave them a moment to enjoy each other’s company one last time. “Yes, father,” Cheong-Won returned in the same language. Her frail mother descended into heavy, uncontrollable sobs as Cheong-Won’s confused little sister, Cheong-Sin, stared at her with wide eyes. “Unni… eodee ga?” (Big sister… where are you going?) She asked, her voice small and afraid. Cheong-Won could not answer, for, in truth, she was not sure. They had heard only tales of Aevos; a land of magic, where there were elves and dwarves abound, dokkaebi had their own nation, and anything was possible. All she knew was that she was their family’s last hope; the village was withering away. “Doraolkkae,” (I’ll come back.) Was all Cheong-Won could manage. Little did she know, that was a lie – she would never come back to Chonwon, ever, in the remainder of her life. “Jal eesseo.” (Be well.) Cheong-Sin began to tremble in fear. Cheong-Won found herself mirroring her little sister’s movements as the tears in her eyes began to flow. Her father offered the ferryman a solemn nod, and the boat began to drift away from the docks. “Ani – andwae!” (No - no!) Cheong-Won protested as the boat drifted further and further away. “Jamshimanyo! Ajik – jedaero jakbyeoleul mot haetdan mareeyaeyo!” (Wait! I – I haven’t been able to say a proper goodbye yet!) But alas, the ferryman listened to her father, not her. Cheong-Won could only watch, sobbing heavily, as she looked at her village and her family for the last time, disappearing over the horizon. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · “Nareul beorigeo gashineun nimeun…” Cheong-Won’s mother sang to the sleeping, ten-year-old Cheong-Won. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · And suddenly, Cheong-Won was in Childeok, watching the downfall of the oasis to the forces of the Mountain. And suddenly, Cheong-Won was a bartender in Alba. And suddenly, Cheong-Won was sleeping in the back of the von Rhoswald tavern with her new daughter, Areum. And suddenly, Cheong-Won was studying the art of shamanism under Yhl’Flaaowni. And suddenly, Areum was asking her to move to Koyo-Kuni. And suddenly, Cheong-Won was in Koyo-Kuni, feeling safe around the Oyashi for the first time. And suddenly, Cheong-Won was watching as the Mountain was defeated. And suddenly, Cheong-Won was on a ship, to Kalldur, to Azuras. And suddenly, Cheong-Won had mastered shamanism, teaching students of her own. And suddenly, Areum was getting married. And suddenly, Cheong-Won was underwater, the cockatrice’s breath cracking as the vampire pulled her deeper and deeper into the depths. The stone encasing her broke entirely as Cheong-Won began to drown, bubbles leaving her mouth as the greater vampire grinned eagerly at her, ready to feast. Cheong-Won felt the energy of the spirits surge within her – she heard On-ssi whisper in her ear, she heard Gye-nim’s wings wrapping around her in a warm embrace. Sunlight streamed in through the surface of the water as the vampire lunged for Cheong-Won’s throat. And yet, all Cheong-Won saw was not the face of death, but the face of Cheong-Seok, the face of Cheong-Geun, the face of her mother and father, the face of Cheong-Sin, the face of Areum. And she realized, then, that truly, she had no regrets. She was at peace. Strangely, she could hear the sound of cicadas from back home as her vision began to dim. She could smell the scent of rice steaming. She could feel Areum’s weight as she slept beside her. Gently, she felt herself let go of the spiritual energy within her. And she felt herself smile as death sank its fangs into her neck. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · “Shiprideo motgaseo balbyeongnanda…” Cheong-Won, the seven-year-old Areum’s mother, concluded the song. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · The following letters are addressed following Cheong-Won’s death. [OOC: These letters are PRIVATE and should NOT be metagamed.] To Areum, @Cally To Yhl’Flaaowni, @DizzyGrey To Shuji, @Bones To Mikaze, @Mallow To Siegfried, @AurelianCraft Dear Admiral Ena, @Reckless Banzai Screamer Dear Akaijosei, @Bakaling Dear Auntie A, @milksoda Dear Hina, @latte Dear Jiro, @Tentoa Dear Shugo Honda, @Fishy Dear Daniel, @Jayphynph Dear Terminus, @DevilPaws Dear Andromeda, @TheIchorDruid

dude....

i'm tempted to say shamanism, but i'm gonna go with housemagery. housemagery is just cool. gives you magic, lets you make things float, makes for great flavor rp, only takes up 1 magic slot. NO COMBATIVE ABILITIES, which is the best part - so many magics just get absorbed into the minmaxxer mindset, when magic should really be for flavor and cool rp.

its 21

based and necropilled

im gonna hold ur hand when i say this and i am dead serious btw find out irp.

wow hes desperate, upvote dropped

already replied to your PM!

so liiiike if you know me you know that I've made an almost identical post to this one like 100000 times. but i am ONCE MORE looking for won in players PLEEEASE i need more won in PLEEEEASE this time i wont just ask you to play a random won in, im looking for members to continue on the AN FAMILY since my character (Cheong-Won)'s daughter is now marrying into Tsukinomiya. Once my character dies, I need people to carry on the family to clarify, won in is the KOREAN-INSPIRED CULTURE on lotc, and you will learn a lot about korean culture while roleplaying a won in character!!! you will either be adopted by my character or, if you want to start off at an older age, be put through a few trials. the world is your oyster, or whatever they say i can give u shamanism, or animism at least pls guys i need this pls (reach out for more info)

-1 do not give this guy any children

i genuinely thought this was gonna be an AMA with a bait title

i'm confused... is this playable or an event creature? cuz it should definitely NOT be playable, but could work as an event creature

•───────────────────•°•❀•°•───────────────────• "But the quarrel, the public display of Alexandre... and now this? The Empire seems focused on stepping on Alba's toes as much as possible these days," A distressed Inku Vierto told Avaline, following a series of darkspawn tests by the Imperials upon the citizens of Alba. @Festive Fate "What are you trying to say? We serve the Crown, and as citizens of Saint Godwinsburg, it is our duty to obey. Unless you are a traitor? A deserter, perhaps?" "That's-! That's not it, ma'am." "I jest." •───────────────────•°•❀•°•───────────────────• "I appreciate your words, Avaline. It's nice talking to you." "Of course," Avaline nodded. "We can only do what we can to live meaningfully, mm?" •───────────────────•°•❀•°•───────────────────• "Stay safe out there, Avaline." "A good night to you." •───────────────────•°•❀•°•───────────────────• As Avaline took the long walk back to Myre Hall that night, Inku's mention of Alexandre Devereux rang in her mind. Had she not attended his wedding just a saint's day ago? Had she not seen him smile beside his wife, walking the very same streets she walked now? She began to shiver, though it was not the winter cold that bit at her. The only constant is death, She thought to herself. And all shall die. The Lady Helvets stopped some paces few from the front door. Lost in her thoughts, the walk had gone by rather swiftly. Yet, how is it that Alexandre Devereux is dead? •───────────────────•°•❀•°•───────────────────•

Avaline took a deep breath and began making preparations to attend the wedding.

Somewhere upon a stormy island, there was an old student of Flaaowni's. The student, now a teacher for her own people, and the kharajyr had long since gone their own, separate ways. Alas, it was not possible. An Cheong-Won shook her head dismissively at the missive. She made to discard it; it was utter nonsense, likely written by madmen. Then a memory returned to her. "This one wonders if An would be better suited a mystic than a shaman." The Won-In felt her entire body freeze. She quickly clutched the missive with her suddenly shaking hands, reading it over again, and again, and again. A mystic and hemomancer. Blood magic, Cheong-Won had known about, of course. A mystic. The aged shaman felt her entire body begin to tremble. Flaaowni would not desert the spirits. Surely. "She am only asking that An bring the spirits to her people," Flaaowni had asked upon their final meeting. And so, Cheong-Won had. She had devoted herself fully to the spirits, brought the knowledge to her people. Her daughter was a shaman, now, and so many of her people had become animists. It had all started with Flaaowni's willingness to teach her. It was not possible. Was it?

idk

just shelf it man

Avaline cheered. Maybe.

guh