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(( Darksouls2? ))

Will respond in a moment, currently in a game of league. I even asked Magic App people back in the days on it. It's something with Archetypes. You're counting subtypes. PS: I nowhere know fire evo. PS: 2 evo - 1 archtype PS: cog + illu - 1 archtype PS: Soul puppetry - 1 archtype

Exactly as Salamdra said. And pardon me for having a character that has reach to nearly every tome and teacher in the game. Obviously after 3 ooc years, I'dd learn some things.

I've been looking over this for a few moments now and read through it. And I'll do so again in a few days to understand everything properly. But the graph at the bottom, the small picture. You speak of a restriction upon mages that they can solely have one Tier 5 magic. I find that stupid, to be fully honest. I understand all the talking about it and what not. But a simple fact is that nearly no 'melee'- fighter will respect your magics properly. Restricting one self is just deadly. And aside from that fact.. not all races have the same life length, thus it'd be completely illogical if a human would be able to get a Tier 5. If an Elf can only do so in the full span of his life. Not everyone has the same length of life. Thus restricting them to a single Tier 5 magic is simply illogical. But I've always thought this way, since three years ago until today. :) PS: I like the rest though ! Very well written out. :)

It's a normal thing for a human to become attached to something they've worked hard on. Anyone can state otherwise but even if you suppress those conscious feelings, the subconscious will still push through an grant you these feelings towards it. It doesn't degrade your roleplay, I think. I would even go as far as to say that I think it brings more to your roleplay. I've always made myself the rule, if I die. It's permanent. And so far in three years I haven't died. Simply because I thought further than the average player. Simply because I wasnt always the brave knight jumping in the fire for every random woman and child. And ofcourse the feelings have grown towards my character. It became very apparent the moment I was on the brinch of death with my character. When a few of the big villains tried to take him out. But honestly I think being attached to your character doesn't necessarily bring bad things. It's simply a matter of how you handle it.

Alright, does the lord has a will of it own ? Or does he, as well, take orders from someone ?

I've got a small question, how are they actually made ? Or how did they come to existence ? Thanks in advance :)

Up for creating dark evil stuff ? I remember you writting on my ban ( herpa derpa ) that I was supposed to be banned. But that you had so wanted to roleplay with me and that it was a pity I got banned. So let's do that rp now ! :)

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How do you feel about the fact that you're bound to the necromancers ( full honesty ) ( I know I've asked before but just to be sure ~ ) As a Lich are you still able to summon creatures: Wraiths, Apparitions, Skeletons, ... If you were to join in a summoning event under me would your own power get the better of you and would you try to bring the ritual to a stop if you were to realize it'd rise above your power ?

Leaf decay **** yeah ! <3

(( Do you mean he did it to himself or if this is being forced upon him ? (( If so the victim ( person that is described in the top post ) is being tortured / murdered. (( Hope that solved your question. :)

And with a few last steps the man walked forth, his final few steps bringing him to the crossing of roads between the old tree inn and the high elven city. His burned face hanging down in a silent huffing and puffing as a few blood splatters colored his clothes. Clothes he had no more, aside from a ripped down robe that covered his lower body. A last given dignity as the self proclaimed grand mage slowly sinks through his knees, six thick bulges showing on his upper torso before he'd scream out in pain. A loud cracking to be heard as his spine snaps in an unnatural manner, the six bulges tearing open as ribs protrude from them. Slowly he falls over, having fought his last war as upon his back a short message is carved: - Evolution comes soon - - The purge is upon us - - Step forth Dark Monarchs. (( Note: Tried massively hard to keep down on the gore. While not destroying the story. (( Hope it's ok. (( Note2: The victim here is being tortured / murdered. It is no form of self-torture.

As the smell of foul eggs invades his nonstrills he slowly gazes to the right, seeking for anyone that could see his coming action. With a soft nod he reassured himself that there was no one on the right before doing the same to the left, his arm slowly came up before he took a quick sniff. " No.. I smell delicious.. " he'd mumble to himself before suddenly seeing a wagon being pulled forth by purple sheeps, his eyes following it as it passed by. A sly smile slowly running around his lips " Dear misfortune! "

With softly rounded bows his feet moved along the cold stonen floor, within his arms laid 'Maria'.. " Oh beautiful Maria.. what will happen when they find out ? " he whispers softly against the cracking skeleton, head bending forth with a loud crack of his neck as his tongue ran along the edges of her jaw. His eyes slightly flickering as he took a few steps back before spinning around his own ankle, feeling the soft weight of her pressing against his chest as he sighed deeply. Changing arms as he moved towards the left, dancing in a calm manner as he felt the music softly numbing down. The sound within his mind, the song.. composition, fading away. His head tilting to the right as he turns slightly, holding Maria a tad more loosely. " I've told you not to walk upon these grounds while Maria and Me share our dance, Asarielle " he spoke in a cold calm manner, gazing upon the meek creature as his nails slowly scrapped along the shoulders of Maria. His head quickly reaching down to press a soft kiss upon her forehead spreading his arms a mere second later as her bones would fall to the ground in what seemed an eternity. Spinning upon his heel within that time as he put his finger right in front of his lips, waiting for that soft sound of bones hitting the ground. A shiver rushing up his spine the mere moment he would hear Maria fall, would hear that small tail bone hit the ground. " Marvelous.. every time just a tiny fraction earlier.. she's slowly falling apart.. " he smiles brightly as he shook his shoulder slightly, walking forth with a steady pace. " What is it, Filthy mortal ? " he spoke as he gazed down upon her, his feet slightly shifting before her nose. In a slow manner the bowing creature brought up a signed letter, making his head tilt slightly at the handwriting. A mere few moments later his long fingers ran along the perfectly written letter, reading it a second time as he gave a soft nod " Four elven days to search a gift.. Perhaps he needs company.. " he speaks, obviously more to himself than the filth beneath his legs. His head snapping backwards as he gazed upon the walls, decorated with a dozen bodies hung up by chains. " Or a dance partner ? " he mumbled softly before turning a last time and walking back towards Maria. " Inform my husband, Boogie, ask him if he has received a letter.. as well. "

I'll make an odd statement. I dislike wars in general.. But I would like to volunteer.. You can't get a perfect set of rules without a person being negative upon war in general..

Taking away all those with mental disorders. And that's where VAs where a good thing.. for insane characters.