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Golden-Fang’s Musings #1-3

“When we gaze up into the night sky, captivated by the spirits of light, we bear witness to the beacons that we once paid our admiration and worship. We do not forsake the great Metzli while we hold fire close to our hearts, we use our gifts to protect Her.”

-Golden-Fang, Meditations on Existence

“Superstitions have their ways of seething into the minds of mortality. Take comfort in the confines of monotony and discover the unknown to hold far more treachery than it should.” 

-Golden-Fang, Excerpt from the Chronologized Allegories

Musing #1

Yesterday, at night I felt conflicted, but I couldn't determine what was causing it. I looked up to the milky sky through the open ceiling window... and I'm not foolish enough to think they aren't up there. Stars were more than spectacles to me when I was younger and full of energy. They were supernatural beings. Of course, I did not have the teachings of my elders during this time, but I maintain a cautious optimism.

But, to my eyes, they could still see us, even in the deepest cave, couldn't they? Is this a case of superstition? Anyway, that was one of the things that bothered me. The clouds were a strange shade of grey, to put it that way. They seemed natural, but I felt a quiet, chronic grief when I closed my eyes to listen. Not in the sense of sorrow or death, but in the sense of how one would feel if they were hungry. Without a place to stay. As the rainless clouds blew over my oceans, there was nothing but emptiness.

It reminded me of why the Mu'un priests were there in the first place. There were so many for Metzli to look at, so many Kharajyr who were lost in such a dark time... Perhaps the sense of emptiness was a cathartic experience. Or maybe it was just my innocent, sweet-clouded eyes, beckoning me to drift off into the darkness. But, as with all emotions, I'm certain that it will pass with a good night's sleep.

Musing #2

Today is a very delicate and gentle day. The song is good, but it isn't kind. Perhaps coercive, even seductive. The drums start with a barely tapped snare.. bu'um—bu'um-buh-dr'uuh-d'um. There's a one, a two, and a three. Then, like a single dancer starting her routine on a quiet stage, a flute joins in with a peaceful melody. She comes to a halt, only to watch as a reeded pipe mimics her movements almost exactly.

The drums build to a louder bu’druum, b'uum--buu'm-buh-druu'-du'm. A one-two, a three-four, and a four-five. A one-two, a three-four, and a four-five. The strings are pulled from rhythm, and the fore flute joins her companion in a waltz at the same time. They don't touch; instead, they dance in perfect harmony with one another... The melody is hummed by another string, a kettle drum, and a bass.

It has been building steadily throughout the day, but not in a threatening manner. At a time, one instrument, one voice... It develops into a wonderful ensemble, with an unknown climax. Today will be a day for reflection.

Musing #3

Tomorrow will leap with the rasping of claws on scales upon those with open ears. I have learned a lot more about... locksmithing in the last few months than I ever have before. From mathematicians and erudites seeking to outwit anyone who would outwit them, to the use of copper picks to bend and adapt to match various tumblers. It's been a long walk from place to place which I shall not name in favour of reducing suspicion. A lot of reading and practice is expected.

However! One thing I learned from it is that not all locks are created equal. Picks are required in some situations, while spells are required in others. It's made me think about a kind of unyielding lock... one breathed from a touched trill. A lovely song, written to keep all those whose morals did not deserve to be exposed to old ways that we cannot remember. In my youth—and my youth contains much to reflect upon—I would constantly seek in the wrong places, and it wasn’t until consulting with one of the Mu’un priests, in one of the temples, that I realized my oversight.

She spoke of tales long ago, where some would ‘lock’ doors by singing to them… by enchanting them, with poem and rhyme. Think about it! How many combinations of words and rhythms and notes are there in the world? Think about the kinds of locks that would have to match? Millions upon millions of tumblers, all switching around with one another, every which way… it is brilliant. The old ways are truly brilliant, although to why they were lost I do not know. Suspicion leads me to believe that perhaps the old ways were not as transparent as they may have seemed. As risky as it might have been, I had found myself in awe of some of the older beliefs. It's elegant, a crypt of voices, a reliquary of rhyme. Graceful is the term. Beautiful.

I almost feel bad for attempting to solve this riddle and shed its light upon the world… like defiling a deliciously delectable dessert or smashing a hand through a perfectly smooth tuft of sand. But what lay behind that library door? Archives of preserved words for my kin? Unforetold magical tomes that could have saved our… no. It will be worth it, and its days are numbered. Hopefully, with this knowledge, we will achieve one step closer to that day where we will not have to sing any lullabies… but this door would make good practice. One day.

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Let's do eet

Accepted. 

MC Name: Shvorky

Character's Name: Muja Therkul

Character's Age: 35

Character's Race:

Kharajyr

Link to your accepted MA:

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forms/logs/?id=4940

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

Alchemy

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

Alchemy. As it is known to my character, this art is a powerful feat that must not be trifled with. It is both a constructor and a deconstructor. To pursue learning about the intrinsic qualities of the material world is to be both a blessing and a curse. Alchemy follows a set line of procedures that are used to break down materials into their most basic components. These components are what are known as signs and symbols. While signs are more well understood among the mass, it is the symbols within that give an alchemist their titles. A true adept and beyond must understand that to create something must require the death of something else. The law of equivalent exchange as it is commonly known is the principle rule that all alchemists must abide by. 

In it’s most simplest form, alchemy involves utilizing resources, most commonly being herbs, and breaking them down into their most basic essences. A studied alchemist will be able to use their tools and even their own intuition to be able to understand the properties hidden within reagents in order to form something else entirely. Potions are the most prevalent outcomes of alchemy. They are crafted by essentially combining purified essences together and “bottling” them up in order to create useful tools for one’s arsenal. The process for acquiring these signs and symbols are far from simple though. An alchemist will need to not only need to learn the meaning of these signs and symbols but will also need to have the patience and precision to break down herbs, purify their essences, and meticulously sift through them in order to acquire the correct number of measurements needed for a concoction’s recipe. 

As indicated by the lore for the material alphabet, an alchemist may come to dream about certain runic symbols and things that they are associated with. These symbols may also be taught and so with a combination of both teaching and dreaming, my character has gained a firm grasp on the understanding of the material alphabet. A pile of alchemist notes have also exposed him to these transmutation circles.

The basic idea of alchemy though involves extracting signs and symbols from reagents, mixing them with base ingredients, should it be required for more involved concoctions, and reshaping them in order to achieve a desired result.

Are there different sections or subsections of magic? Can those be elaborated upon?

Mundane and Aetherial Extraction Methods

Some concoctions and recipes require the direct involvement of magic, in which case, an aurum pestle and ladle are required in order to preserve the magical properties within the essences (symbols) that fall under that sign. 

Can you give an example of a casting emote, of a spell of your choice?

Creation of a Dragon’s Breath [Cold] potion.

The following tools and ingredients would be gathered for this brew: 

•  A mortar and pestle
• A knife or any sharp object for cutting
• A bottle of liquid essence (mana)
• 1x Serpent’s Stalk
• 1x Frost Vine
• 1x Saffvil
• 1x Ant’s Blight
• 1x Elf’s Hair Vine

The process of creation this potion would begin within the lab, a workbench with the various materials organized neatly to the side. The Tigrasi’s muzzle would be covered with a scarf which is merely used as a preventative standard in case anything should go awry. Goggles would also be worn as well.  He starts by slicing each ingredient with his claws although a knife would do just as well. Each herb is rendered into thin ribbons, their scents wafting into the air. One-by-one, they take turns in being scooped into the mortar where a pestle is used to break down the pieces into clumps of powder. This process would take time depending on the experience of the individual. The contents within the mortar would then be transferred into glass bottles, totaling five bottles total with powdered Serpent's Stalk, Frost Vine, Saffvil, Ant's Blight, and Elf's Hair Vine.

The next step is to burn away any impurities within these herbs. It was recommended by Muja’s mentor, Grouch, who always fills his bottles with Aqua Vitae. This concentrated solution has been previously distilled and thus is among the purest liquid available at this time. The five bottles would now contain aqua vitae mixed with the separated herbs and would then be placed over a kiln where they would sit for roughly an hour, or until all of the aqua vitae is burned away along with any impurities that were hiding within. The powder would exist now with several peculiar properties that can be observed. You see, each herb contains a sign which is an intrinsic trait that can usually only be recognized by practiced alchemists. It is the teacher’s job to share their knowledge with their students in this regard. 

Following the use of the kiln, each bottle would be carefully removed from the kiln; it is recommended to use heavy padded leather gloves or special tongs which are shaped to be able to handle the bottles without risk of them slipping and falling. Now, we come to the sieving phase. The time it takes to accomplish this is also dependent upon both the skill of the alchemist and the number of signs they are hoping to extract. The contents of each bottle would be emptied out into a sieve where the alchemist will then sift through and separate the signs that are hidden within. Some herbs yield a higher quantity of the same sign than others, but all that matters is that the signs for the potion/oil are separated and bottled back up. For a Dragon’s Breath, we will specifically seek out the clumps of powder that represent Growth within the Serpent's Stalk, Coldness within the Frost Vine, Endurance within the Saffvil, Connection within the Ant’s Blight, and Swiftness within the Elf’s Hair Vine. 

NOTE: the way that these signs are separated usually come down to the roleplayer’s imagination. I, for example, prefer to visualize each clump in a way the might determine their sign. For example, I may say that the clumps of powder which represent the Growth sign have a peculiar ability to expand and essentially grow back to its original shape once its been broken apart or split in half. For Death, I might say that the powder here is dull and grey in hue, and might have the faintest smell of ash. 

After all of our signs are extracted, they are then combined into one bottle or container of your choice. They will next be brought to a cauldron where they will be blended and mixed in boiling distilled water. Add the liquid mana in as well and stir until the color changes into the potion/oil’s normal hue, and when the cauldron’s bubbles slow down in their growth and thicken slightly. The more experienced one is with Alchemy, the better timed they can be which may increase the use times or the length that a concoction will contain before it is unusable. Once bottled up, the alchemist will have their concoction. 

I like to go into a lot of detail when emoting the creation process of potions and oils. I tend to include more personality from my character which would make emoting this much longer so I decided to give a more concise response here. I picture it as if my character were writing these instructions down for his student to use. 

Can you give an example of a teaching-emote (interacting with another) of a spell of your choice?

His eyes scan the student’s actions carefully, noting the careful steps they’d take to organize their work station—laying out their ingredients in preparation for the potion. He’d direct the student’s attention toward him as he brings a fine blade from a knife down onto one of his own herbs, cutting it down into fine thin ribbons that he’d then transfer into clay mortar. With a pestle, the Kharajyr begins to grind away at the herb, breaking down its already shredded form into a more fine paste. Looking back to the student he would inform them to copy his actions, offering any mild adjustment suggestions where he could. Throughout the continued process of mixing the ingredients with their base requirements, the Kharajyr mentor would offer explanations for his actions, and more importantly, why he was performing them.

It’s important to offer context for everything and so I aim to having my character offer bits of information such as the reagents they are using and the signs/symbols that they are extracting. He would explain what these symbols and signs represented and might offer comparisons to better help the student relate them to things that they might experience throughout their every day life. 

Say your student powergames during or after teaching, how do you reprimand that?

Firstly, I would make sure to stop them OOC to make them aware of the mistake that was made. I would then follow it up by writing an emote that has a negative outcome rather than the one desired by the powergaming student. This would be in order to reprimand them lightly by essentially giving them a little slap on the wrist. Skipping actions during the creation process of a potion will usually warrant a negative result and a loss in ingredients which I intend to enforce.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

None

Do you agree to keep the ST updated on the status of your magic app?:

I agree

Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.

None

This guy has gone and started doing so much in the server recently that it’s insane. Firstly, congrats on the move to the Story Team man. Read this lore and it’s looking really solid so I’m excited to see what comes of it. +1

MC Name: Shvorky

Character's Name: Sa'Muja

Character's Age: 22

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Kha'Tigrasi

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

I played a Kharajyr first back in Vailor  but have since gone AWOL from the server. Came back to find out that I needed an application now which is a bit odd but oh well.

Kharajyr are one of the playable races in LoTC. They are a cat-like people very reminiscent of Khajiit from The Elder Scrolls universe. As creations of the Daemon Metzli, the Kharajyr often incorporated religion into their societies as without Metzli, thought they have fragmented at times. Another subculture I found for Kharajyr is the way of Bayla. Kharajyr who follow this sect are called to spread peace and love to all while sacrifices were not uncommon for those who followed the more traditional path. The end goal for religious Khajrajyr is to ascend tot he stares once their physical form on this realm ends. All in all, they were more of a tribal people back when I was playing, opting to enjoying activities such as fishing and holding rituals or festivals. Without having a main capital, Kharajyr were also fairly nomadic and would appear rarely around other settlements. Their language is quite unique and one that I’ve found pretty enjoyable, with words such as “sa’vi” and “mu’lta.” Many have thick accents which is believed to be caused by the ways that their mouths are structured. Speaking in their own tongue sounds more natural than trying to speak common. As a cultural norm, Kharajyr often speak in the third person. Their accents often incorporate aw’s and ees. 

Another interesting aspect of Kharajyr is their physical traits. Kharajyr are said to have better vision in the dark due to their slitted eyes. They are also quite agile and could jump further than most other races (they had a plugin that could let us jump 2 blocks high for a short amount of time and get night vision but it’s since been removed). My Kharajyr is of the TIgrasi variants, although there are several other subraces including Leparda, Cheetrah, and Pantera which all look rather familiar to their quadrupedal feline kin (Leparda have many spots like actual leopards and etc.). The Tigrasi are known to be taller and stronger that the rest, relying on physical prowess while a subrace such as the Pantera are better known for their agility and stealth. 

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         I understand

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

We've had good conversations in the past and he seems the analytical type. Would be a good candidate to write up some more in-depth events. +1

A sagely, old Arlen nods in approval of the act. Finding himself often praying in the mosque for safety and blessings for his family, Arlen awaits for his son's return while offering his assistance to his granddaughter.

Sultanate of Haria

The Second Passing of Haria

+ Warband Hero + by Bhansith

4th of Amber cold, 1619

☪ Issued and confirmed by His Grace the Sultan of the Sultanate of Haria Arlen Kharadeen ☪

        With a reign passing from early Vailor to late Axios, and the control of over four cities it has come the time for the people of Haria to see a new leader who ascend to the throne. As of this day, Arlen Kharadeen will have passed the sword of Haria, a peaceful transition that is symbolic between both Sultan and heir. It is hereby declared that rulership of the Sultanate of Haria will fall to the wise and caring Fakhri Kharadeen, firstborn of Arlen and Irsia Kharadeen. May his just reign be guided by the hand of Allah, and present the people of Haria with a fruitful harvest of peace and prosperity!

        A wiry figure steps out onto the steps of the grand mosque, his beard trimmed, and mane groomed. He walks with a cane in one hand and a camel hide scabbard with the golden trim of a sword’s pommel and hilt peaking out. He stood to the right of the Imam Faiz Kharadeen who stood in between him and a young Fakhri Kharadeen. Off to the sides stood the Amir along with the royal family and several Mubarizun guardsmen.

        “As-salamu alaykum. For several decades I have held this sword with honor and a sense of duty to my people. Since the founding of the Caliphate, the first Caliph Faiz Kharadeen had taught me the virtues of what makes a man a strong and wise one… My time has passed and as the great Caliph had done in the past, I will be passing over the title of Sultan to my firstborn son, Fakhri. My time here, however, has not yet seen it’s end and I will be there to provide counsel and support where needed. I, Arlen Kharadeen had dedicated my life  to serving Allah  and the nation we have all come to establish. I will continue to serve until He sees befit that my time on this earthly realm is over.”

        Facing the city, the old Qalasheen lifts and extends the sheathed saber with both hands, those boney fingers hooking around and squeezing his heirloom for one last time. Then he shifts to face Faiz, a proud smile strewn across his wrinkled face. He passes the sword to the Imam who then ushers a quiet prayer before presenting it to Fakhri.

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        Fakhri looks to his elderly grandfather with a small glimmer of pride within his eyes. He kneels before the Imam and carefully places his hands beneath the delicate saber. His fingers wrap around the decorated scabbard. With the royal saber within his hands, he rises steadfastly back upon his feet. He turns towards the gathered crowd at the bottom of the Masjid’s stairwell.

        “My fellow countrymen, Harians, travellers from far and wide!

My father and grandfather have seen our lands in turmoil, in dreaded wars, disasters and more. However, we Harians pulled through, we Harians managed to survive, we maintained under their guidance. I have learned from their experiences and I know what will be expected of me. I may be born into this position, however I am a servant to Haria and her people like my father before me and I will uphold this duty till my body fails to do so.. ”   

☪ With the second passing of Haria, may Sultan Fakhri Kharadeen be rightfully guided by Allah. ☪

Basmala,

His Grace, Fakhri Kharadeen, Sultan of Haria, Emir of al-Khaleed, Defender and Follower of al-Iiman Rashidun, Son of the First Sultan, Imperial Sultan of Aethermore, Barrowhaven, Farfolkia, Tyravik, Springs Grove, Mt. Sofia, Hibat Allah, Protector of Khalestine and Sword of Allah.

Muja discombobulated.

 "Bork."

Meanwhile, no one hears from the current Sultan because of meta gaming!

The sultan declines the summons.

    The Tigrasi was in no place to question Kharajyr authority. His opinion stood. This wasn’t a place for him, but he had grown too far apart from his kin in recent years that he had begun to realize that perhaps he was becoming like his own father who had taken off when he was a cub.

    He saw what left of Mukar remained on the pike and felt sickly, a bitter disgust with himself — the same way he felt after aiding in his grandfather’s demise — for he had known Mukar long before he was able to walk. Where he was now, the Tigrasi did not know for his faith was weak.

    “Another home lost.” he murmured, then turned to follow after his uncle.

    Arlen Kharadeen considers lifting the ban on walking and talking cats, but in the end decides against it.

"Freeeeedoooooom"

Sultan Arlen Kharadeen has earned the Gluttonous trait

23 minutes ago, Imam Faiz Kharadeen said:

"We need to build a wall, my Sultan."

"Agreed, call upon the Easterners." 

"They'll build a wall that no one will forget."

MC name: SidNasty

What group are you from: Haria

What can you do to help new players: answer questions, teach them how not to break the rules and be smart.

An eldery Qalasheen sits nearby, seen making use of a hoo-kah as listens to the melodious tunes. He hums along quietly and murmurs, "This lad is gonna be popular with the ladies, all right."

Idahij Rocky leading PMCs against Harian protesters  

"Sir, this is getting way out of-"

"Bork."

        Indeed, this sudden order was a shock to everyone in the Isles of Axios — men and women of all races partook in the outcry — especially Haria itself. Who gave the order? It had to be the Sultan! But why wasn't there an official decree? Why hasn't he spoken?

The palace was closed off to outsiders and a growing number of citizens began to assemble outside the palace gates. It was hard for any to miss seeing a ship or two far off into the distance, surrounded by fog. The band of protesters carried picket signs with words of peace and isolation. With only speculation plaguing the crowd, hysteria was not far behind. The protesters began picking up stones and bashed against the palace gates, shouting their demands of entry. A small Qalasheen boy watched his half-elf mother weep. They had plans to flee Haria after catching wind of their reformations. She believed that these "Farfolk supremacists," as she referred to the Harian government, were out solely to discriminate against her kind and ban all races that weren't human. Surely now she would be trapped in Asul, unable to escape and claim political asylum in Sutica. 

        A young, stout man stepped up onto the wall and suddenly the crowd went silent thanks to his boisterous shouts. 

"Thank you for your concern good citizens! We are currently looking into the situation and will make a public announcement which will provide more information in regards to the blockade. We hope to have this resolved as soon as possible. We assure you, all of your inquiries will be answered in due time. Your patience and cooperation is very much appreciated!"

        As the man retreated back into the palace courtyard, he hissed and cursed himself quietly. "Ya Ibn el Sharmouta, where is Ashruf?!"

Sultan Arlen Kharadeen accepts.

A Message In Response To The "People's Revolt of Haria"

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A makeshift hovel, Isle of Asul, location classified

A figure emerges from the darkness, dressed in a white robe and red-patterned turban. Underneath the turban was a mask of black fur that covered the individual's face. It was for his own protection after all. The figure watched as two armored men approached. They were panting when they halted before the robed figure, saluting by raising both hands above their heads to mock animal ears. 

"Speak."

The man with the knapsack was first to respond, his voice heavily accented and wheezy. "W-we followed the Harian guards just like you commanded. No one saw us,"

The figure made a gesture with his body in response, behind wagging ever so slightly.

"They were delivered the man we have been searching for and had him executed justly for his crimes."

The figure's turban swished as he looked to them.

"They were going on their way back when we took them by surprised, knocked the commander and his companions out and finished the deed."

"Subhan'Allah."

"I have a feeling he'll be back."

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"that's what you get when you elect a high school drama teacher with a silver spoon up his ass to be leader of your country."