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"Is that so? I do happen to be in need of a troglodyte. Perhaps I'll lead him on a while." Ythaen grinned an unfettered grin, drawing a leaf of letter paper. "If I get lucky, he'll be worth learning alchemy in the future."

A missive is pinned throughout notice-boards all throughout the Empire of Man–that being, the entirety of Azuras. OPPORTUNITIES FOR THE DILIGENT PROVIDED BY YTHAEN OF CLAN DALMA ———— 1 EMPLOYMENT FOR FORAGERS YOU WILL BE COMPENSATED FOR RETRIEVING AND DELIVERING ALCHEMICAL REAGENTS PER REQUEST. LOCATIONS* TO SWEEP AND A QUOTA WILL BE PROVIDED PER JOB. 0.8 MINAE PER HERB, 1 MINAE PER EXTRA BEYOND QUOTA** 0.5 MINAE PER UNREQUESTED HERB *successive jobs will earn new locations to be used for the forager’s own purposes **quota is determined per request ———— 2 SUPPORT FOR ENTREPRENEURS YOU WILL BE OFFERED A LOAN CONSULTATION* OF UP TO 500 MINAE USUAL LOAN** IS 5% YEARLY INTEREST, TO BE REPAID IN 3 YEARS SUCCESSFUL*** REPAYMENTS WILL GARNER GOOD FAVOUR FOR GREATER LOANS IN THE FUTURE *ultimate decision to grant the loan is at the discretion of Ythaen Dalma **a contract will be written and must be signed ***unsuccessful repayments will continue to accrue interest and the debtor will be consistently notified ———— Alchemist, Tailor, Psychologist, Merchant Ψȶɦαɛռ Ðαʅɱα Ythaen Dalma

ooc note WOW DEVIL FRUIT ADJACENT ITEMS WOULD BE EPIC AND AWESOME IN LOTC an Artefact… (art from stockcake) basis a bunch of unique artefacts that give whoever links to it a special unique power and can only be taken and used by someone else when the linked person dies anyone who has one would have potential to become uniquely powerful. with a skill ceiling of like a raid boss likely very simple but versatile powers. equated more to magical mutations than some sort of divine service ability or arcane technique the same one is supposed to be used differently per user depending on what the user wants out of it require an application for someone to link to one, to keep track of them PK clause is absolutely necessary. the age of the character will be tracked so they can be pk’d when they run out of a lifespan. and they will pk if they are killed note officially if or when the character is shelved on the app to prevent death if you're going inactive for a while dont abuse that probably have like 25 of them. and give each of them a number for the vibes why not involve progression! each progression stage you get a new ability so you’ll have very few but they’ll be broad or deep make them incompatible with a bunch of magics more busted with more risk instead of average or weak with no risk you need it on hand to use it if destroyed they respawn somewhere random watch out man hes abt to do something (art from dreamstime.com) things you could do with them generally most of these things are just the natural conclusions of what could happen. i don’t need to tell you these things for them to occur scatter them across the map for anyone to find host events with them as rewards black market trade a culture built around passing one or two down through the generations put bounties on them steal them inspire masses give as crazy royal gifts fight aengudaemons conquer nations protect nations rebel against nations hide them because the power is too great theatrical status symbol other such nonsense and tomfoolery the artefact of wildfires or something (art from stockcake) ideas just a whole heap of random stuff (with obligatory basic things)! you’re supposed to get creative with wacky stupid abilities fire. make and control heat and flame ice. make and control coldness and frost and freezing clay. make and control mouldable earth that can then harden fog. make and control fog and smoke blades. make and control sharp metal mushrooms. make and control fungus and mushrooms beast. transform to gain beastly mammal features telepathy. control and communicate with your mind shadows. bind and warp through shadows energy. blast and manipulate potent beams feathers. make and control feathers slime. make and control slime weave. make and control threads and cloth mimic. temporarily copy other magical abilities or physical traits bug. transform to gain special insectoid features sound. make and control sound and vibration aurum. make and control aurum and amplify its traits storage. store and catapult things in yourself reptile. transform to gain great reptilian features magnetism. produce strong magnetic charges attach. affix or dismantle things spin. rotate and twist things acceleration. speed things up or slow things down distort. distort and bend things clones. create and command weaker selves oh yeah artefact wielder battle let’s go (art by wojciech borowiak) the overall purpose is to elevate an individual to greater heights in a way that really shakes things up. the world has no main characters but what if anyone could become one for a little bit suddenly. wouldn't that be neat

camuyshounen287 Ythaen Dalma 6 Javen’s Root 5 Beardweed 6 Gelunite 7 Paddfoot 5 Serpent’s Stalk 7 Barrier Brush 13 Nightglow 13 Drake’s Tail 9 Aqua Nymph 5 Elf’s Hair Vine 9 Tippen’s Root 5 Blissfoil 5 King’s Ivy 5 Helviiryn Mushrooms Donated to the Donation Box

The missive dropped from the sky into the girl’s hands, distracting her a moment from dashing frantically through the woods. What she then read did nothing to stop her. ——— Her eyes rushed to absorb as much information as possible whilst still breaking focus to survey the surrounding area. Ythaen continued to scurry, breathing heavily and holding onto her hat. She had been on the run for hours. ——— Rhys aen Sov. She lingered on the name for a split second. Tattoos. She recalled the letter she received. Wife of Rhys aen Sov. Fond memories struck. Very purple. The memories twisted, and recalled anxiety flooded. ——— They’re out to get me again. They’re going to get them, and they’re going to get me. They’ve found me, they’re going to strike me down, they’re going to kill Rhianwen, they’re going to kill Mithius they’re going to gouge out my eyes they’re going to- ——— Some time later, the girl collapses from exhaustion. Her hat goes tumbling as she hits the ground, silver locks cascading across the ground. Nothing was chasing her, of course- nor did she have anywhere to be. There never was a pursuer, nor a destination. She sleeps.

The missive was retrieved, read, then tucked away in a filing cabinet. Its importance, however, began to bubble, simmering and developing with haste. ——— Before long, Ythaen would find herself bored of one flavour of Xannite, the Sunlit Covenant which sat at the helm of Caurost’s darkspawn-hunting brigades. Though they brought her up and defended her safety, she could not remain cooped up forever, she thought. ——— Having felt the presence of the Golden Cohort’s Exarch, the girl would decide to take an opportunity. Invest in the Cohort with her strength and attention, so to speak, the same way she invested minae into business. ——— As with all investments, some level of trust is necessary, as much as she hates to do so; they’re always a bit of a gamble. Results include a wonderful return, or a horrendous loss, and very rarely much in between. ——— Now, entrusting what meager power she held to a greater cause, only time could tell how she would be repaid. If at all.

His homeland was cold. The winters of the homeland were even colder. Unbelievably so. He looked forward to kizu-ato no kagura every year. It got his blood pumping, whether or not he participated in it. He was quite average at it, did much better when it came to healing himself and others afterwards. Of course, Daichi always did so much better during the main festival. His reverence was bold, and fiery. He had the truest spirit to become a shumo, and was prepared quite young to be one. Asahi and Aoto were also highly skilled, quite intelligent as well- they were in line to become personal guard to the daishu. And so too there was Yui, a beauty like none else, with both the grace to maintain it and the confidence to assert it. Yoshirou’juu was born after Daichi’juu, Asahi’juu, and Aoto’juu, and before Yui’juu. What was it exactly that kept him alive? Surely, it was not warmth. No warmth had been afforded to him, besides the shelter from the snow on windless days beneath the magnificent spruces and firs, which wore a brilliant deep green even amidst the deepest touch of the glacial hand. It was them which presented to him the light of Kyo, its spiritual warmth. Not his family. That which saw him as merely a fourth son, should all else be taken by the cold. He was as devoted as he could bring himself to be. Though the frost would seem to bite at his soul, much more than it ever did at his robust body. Eventually, that body would prove to be a liability to his family, enough that they no longer felt the desire to even toy at granting him the warmth he desired. He was married off, sent to go be some other family’s problem. But in such a low moment, he was able to find joy in Asuka’kyo, a woman who radiated such a warmth that he was glad to take her name even when shunted so unceremoniously from who was supposed to be his family. While she hadn’t shared his devotion, she shared something more important: his ambition. Ambition for great things, a desire to shine. Eventually, the pair would find the will to leave. They learned to sail, acquired a ship, rations, whatever was necessary. With that will, they would depart from the frigid landscape towards the sun that sat at the horizon. The sun that rose and set for Azuras. Their mission was to spread their faith and culture, to have a family which lived under the sun, more broad opportunities than could ever be imagined back in his homeland. But behind it all, Yoshirou desired relevance. To no longer be left behind, shackled by the shadows of nearly everyone he knew, and especially so by those who didn’t. He fervently searched for an opportunity to achieve hirakyo. Without the frost of his past, he felt as if he had not only everything to gain, but nothing to lose. His will would grow, the blaze in his heart that managed to burn away everything that held him back. Unfortunately, his fever alone would not be enough; Asuka had gone in her own direction, and while splitting up would allow the pair to cover more ground, that pair was now merely pieces. Yoshirou fell into a slow despair, trudging onwards through blind strength of will, the very same which looked a kyoshin in the face, watched it kill animals and siphon the colour out of his beloved, and called it a blessing. But he, who held the blood of beasts, lived long enough that the embers of his spirit could be fed once more. A practitioner of what Azuras called voidal arts, and a letter from Asuka. The flame of his heart which dwindled was given enough fuel to last a lifetime in this moment, sending him in a mad dash towards hope. The hope that his hard work would pay off, the hope that he could drive off the chill he felt as a child not only from himself but from his descendants and disciples, forever. In the end, he would resign himself to darkness, the hand of the undead which began his dear wife’s rise to prominence, to achieve everything he desired. But he had nothing to give, nothing to exchange. He could not engage in yaritori, the tenet of give and take, that which respected Kyo’s creations and allowed them to persist. For he was born the fourth son, only desired as a backup, and when the backup wasn’t necessary, handed off for free. And he would die irrelevant, worthless in the eyes of everything he held dear. A flame snuffed as quickly as it had grown into an inferno. His homeland was cold. He was cold.

A warlock of a father, elusive yet destructive, an immolating grasp like a wildfire which razes lands, leaving nothing but black. A deranged freak of a sister, looming, the grey rumble of stormy skies rearing, as swift and piercing to the soul as a bolt of lightning. A cherished brother, having been born in darkness, knowing nothing but anxiety, misery just around the corner. He who died the moment before he could see the light. Now, what remains, is a one-horned devil. A creature who can’t stand to look at its own face. A product of the woodland and seas, able to devour small animals and pests without a hint of remorse, yet unable to raise the very blades he considers art against another man. An incomplete entity- not courageous enough to be a man, nor powerful enough to be a beast. Not enough to be the shining blade of legacy, carefully crafted for the one man who knew him in his entirety from birth. But that man knew naught more of himself than he did of the man. The times they had spoken could be counted on two hands. To the creature, the cherished brother was not a man- but a faith. The final flame welding beasthood and sapience. No longer does the creature have any blood in his veins worth half of a mina. Black, rancid, tainted by the hand of a greater evil. A fate which only seems to lead deeper into the darkest crevasses of the vast forest he calls mother, the abyssal depths he calls father. All which may lift him away from this fate is mere embers of artistic inspiration, and three hands- of a sworn brother, a pledged king, and a magnificent musician. Only Iblees knows if he can raise his own desiccated hand to accept them. “Goodbye, Shahan. I still want to see you soon.”

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