ACanadianCraft (Nate)

Manuel departed The Druid Grove with a hint of apprehension. A single sapling he had been given by Gi'Garun to fulfil this latest task. "Find a place where you are comfortable, and plant that sapling." the then Archdruid had said to him. "Plant that in the ground, and watch it grow." Gi'Garun had said that when the time was right, and the tree had grown, it would drop a branch with which Manuel would craft a staff. And so with the clothes on his back, and little coin in his pocket, he made way for Oren. Though as he trod upon the path northward bound, he travelled light, but held a heavy burden which bore no weight. He carried with him worry. Never mind that he knew not where he could plant that sapling as he wasn't sure where he would be comfortable, but The Deep Cold was quickly approaching. What would happen, were the sapling to succumb to the elements and die? What if he were to succumb to the elements and die. These thoughts whirled around his head as the trek north lead him further and further. He continued on until he reached the very most northern region of the Human Lands, where before him spanned a bridge that lead him into The Great Red Canyon, and The Wilderness beyond. There he knew he was not comfortable. And so he strode off the path, and into the rough mountainous terrain to his left. The vegetation was sparse for a long time as the sheer cliffs were no place for any mighty trees to grow. But after a while, Manuel eventually settled upon a fair wooded ridge. He figured that here was as good a place as any, and he sat himself down in the cold grass to plant his sapling. And no sooner had Manuel committed the sapling to the earth, then The Deep Cold arrived and snow did fall. In the first days of this weather, the snowfall did ne'r show any such signs of ceasing. Manuel thanked the stars that he had invested so long ago in a well insulated cloak, but the issue of the now buried sapling was certainly present. In the first nights he spent much of his time digging the young tree out of the snow. In those first days, Manuel found it difficult to commune with nature as The Archdruid had instructed. Between worrying about the saplings well being and the ever lessening supply of food he had spent his remaining coin on. Thankfully after the first week, the snow eventually passed over, and the sun's rays shone upon the wooded wood. Having less to worry about, Manuel found it simpler to meditate. And while the weather was fair, he did so. On those good days, when the sun warmed the dug out dip in the snow, Manuel abandoned his cloak. But when night fell, he often wished he had sunk his coin in another. He found in his meditation, that the less active he was, the less food he required. But nevertheless his supply dwindled into nothing. He though more within that dip of the best ways to survive, as well as commune with nature appropriately. He had thought on his way to the ridge, that the great druids of old merely sat before a tree and waited and waited until the tree stood tall. He had come to the conclusion however, that this was not the case. He had come up with an idea instead. Instead of Maneul living in the environment and off of the environment, he would become a fixture in the environment. A part wooded ridge itself. And so he left the dip in the snow and his sapling which leaves had long since withered, and began to hunt. It occurred to him that although Druids were largely against violence to animals, but that the aspect Cernunnos was after all "The Hunter". Such is the circle of life. So hunting Manuel went with what tools he could roughly fashion, and hunt he so did, achieving the pelts of a few animals after much hardship and deliberation. So on it went. Manuel had found that when hunger swept him it was for some reason easier to commune with nature and left only from the snowy dip occasionally to scavenge for food when the hunger threatened to overcome him. Time went faster then he had expected, and soon The Deep Cold warmed to The Snow's Maiden. And The Snow's Maiden thawed into The First Seed. Greenery returned to the mountainside as leaves returned to the trees, and Manuel beheld that his sapling had grown considerably despite the adversity it they faced. When the bushes and trees bore fruit, Manuel quit his hunting tools in favour of a more passive cycle. The days and nights blurred into each other and Manuel found it difficult to keep track of the date, except for when clear changes in his the ridge occurred, such as when the leaves changed colour to usher in The Grand Harvest. One day Manuel rose from the side of the tree which had grown once more considerably. He left to seek to satisfy his thirst, which he did. When he returned, a branch rest where he usually sat, fallen leaves strewn about it. He stopped and stared at it. He knew that this was the branch with which he would craft his staff. He knew that his long and arduous task was now almost at an end, however he felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. He had grown comfortable in the wooded ridge. Accustom to the slight cover the surrounding trees and sheer mountainside gave from the wind, and the slight slope at the edge wherefore he had tumbled a few times during hunt. He was reluctant to leaf. He approached the branch and took it up in his hands, looking up. The Maple that once he held in his hand by the stalk now towered over him. He leant a while against the trees trunk, looking back in the direction of the road. He remembered something he had learned when being taught by Gi'Garun and Snow Druid Beth. "Wherefore there is a beginning, there must also be and end, so that the world might renew itself, continue or restart." Manuel remained at the base of the tree for a short time, and was amused at the first snowfall. The sapling that he once protected from the element, now protected him. And after a year spent in solitude, Manuel exited the wooded ridge and made essay for the Druids Grove. And though when that time came he was awash with uncertainty and sadness, he took comfort in the fact that there was at least one place in Oren he felt comfortable.

I can find plenty use in the conjuring of smoke, other then suffocation. Smoke based illusions will far under the restrictions all illusions fall under. Steam and smoke are two completely different things, made up of entirely different elements. And unless they've changed the rules regarding evocation mixing, you'd need two people to do it. All that being said, Fumemancy could presumable fall into the Pyromancy category alone.

Unless I am mistaken, that would make this fall under Alteration. And I am fairly certain this can be achieved as a form of Evocation, which falls under Conjuration unless I am mistaken. If I am, someone correct me. Either way, a fine idea.

I think you should write a character instead. A good one.

MC Name: ACanadianCraft IC Name: Proyce laRouge Age: 28 Race: Human Minor Backstory: Proyce was born the son of an Auvergnian couple, one common, the other noble. However he was born during The Exodus, surrounded by Kaedreni. This resulted in his Auvergnian culture being suppressed to a great extent. As a boy, he was trained by his grandfather, and several other notable White Roses. And when he reached manhood, he was knighted by Peter Chivay. Shortly thereafter, he entered the Fringe and assumed the position of Morangard. He remained The Emperor's guard for some time, but resigned to focus on things of a more knightly nature. Following his resignation he delved into things of a more medical nature, and became a moderately skilled field surgeon. Before long he settled in Aldersberg in Thales, then later in Athera.

"How vile." Says Ser Proyce laRouge, his brow furrowing deeply as he looks over the poster. "These men, Amoss and Yanno. They will find their fires quickly extinguished if their aim is so shallow and sinful."

In that vein, your future character would stumble aimlessly into Oren, and be excecuted. Nobody will want to RP with the outlawed demon creature that is your character. You will figure out that character is unacceptable and stop playing it. Then you will either complain how LoTC is no longer fun, or complain that you can't create a character to have fun on. Which you have been doing for a while.

I checked too, Lago. Wierd Profile name and 1400 some posts? Fishy... Furthermore, I feel that if we had it your way, Cyndikate, the amount of powergaming on the server would increase exponentially. Disagreements would crop up over misunderstandings, pertaining to what a character can/can not/should not do. These rules and restrictions are in place for a reason. They are not there soley to condemn you, but to a great degree, protect the community from upheaval.

* * * Alastor after much searching and asking around, finds the approximate area in which The Druids are said dwell. Unfortunately, despite the sign stating the presence of Druids, there is not a Druid to be found. * * * Character Name: -- Alastor Acreland Minecraft Username: -- ACanadianCraft Timezone: --- EST Usual Playing Times: -- 2pm-6pm / 12am-3am ***

I read this while listening to Rocket Man by Elton John. It was strange.