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I'm also hearing right now that the whole ET pex just got wiped at the same time. That might be... Bad timing. New Plan:

Crap.

Art would recieve a letter from an old friend. "Dear Art, I noticed the new laws you put up, the non-human relation laws wasn't bad, honestly. The hair color one, however, sounds really stupid. It reminds me of my days in the Cihi, when I would look on helplessly as entrants were constantly berated for every small flaw with their person. Restricting how people look, just so it confines to your standards, is a seriously Kalenz move. Please don't do it. Sincerely, Nienna. PS. I'm alive! If all goes according to plan, I'll be visiting you soon."

Nienna, in the confines of her home, begins putting a cloth mask over her face and nose. Beside her, lies a a few, small, patches of grass on the table, covered by a glass dome. They're oddly colored- looking dead, but somehow remaining alive. Tainted to the core, clearly. Thankfully, that was specifically the kind of thing that the enchantress was seeking. She needed tainted material for her project tonight. Before starting Nienna opened a book to one side of the glass dome, and began reviewing the pages. They revealed the general theory behind her project. Taint, Nienna theorized, was a product of altering life force. It's the result of a living creature having their own life-force tampered with- whether it be by the machinations of Drakkar magic, or the idle draining of Necromancy. Nienna had studied these dark magics intensely over the years, and found herself even capable of warding their magic to a small degree. The question remained, though, could Nienna ward away their taint as well? Nienna takes the dome off the collection of grass, and quickly waves away the small puff of Miasma that had collected underneath. Picking up one carefully, she set it to one side. This would be the control group. This way, she'd know if she actually accomplished something with her work. Further adding to her Scientific rigors, Nienna set some normal, untainted potted grass on the table, and set one to the side as a part of her secondary control group. Rolling her shoulders, Nienna began her first test. Waving her hand over the rest of the plants, she would begin casting a ward over Them. A small, runic circle would appear beneath the tainted grass and Nienna would begin trying to abjure them, pouring her past experience with the dark arts into a ward, trying to banish the taint for good. ...What would happen?

Unfortunately, you cannot literally decrease the gravitational pull in an area with telekinesis, because you must target specific objects in order to cast your spells. You can, however, exert an upward force on an object enough to nullify gravity, or exert a downward force on an object to make it feel heavier.

Nienna blinks. "This is so bad that a drunk orc wouldn't even believe it."

Cyra Ikru'ne appears long enough to place her vote. She practically disappears afterwards. Name: Cyra Ikru'ne Vote 1: Avern'dionne Adriane Vote 2: Avern'dionne Adriane

Nienna would chuckle. "Honestly? It might make me start calling you Camoryn."

I'm guilty, because I clicked on this link already knowing what my answer would be. We need dat magic plugin.

Nienna powergames handing sick art some soup and helping nurse him back to health. "Your real last name is Akkaris anyways."

[X] Art Camoryn -Nienna ((I'd vote on my alt Aliss, but eh, lets keep it fair OOC too))

The only racist spider about these days is Kalameet and we still can't get rid of him.

It's a Cockratrice

Cyra shall be attending.

Andria -Cyra

Cyra thinks for a bit in the intervening silence. Eventually, she closes her book with a sharp snap, standing upright, and looking over the crowd gathered. "Actually, I have more to add. Kalameet, I have observed you for a deal of time, and the period I have allotted to tolerating your presence has come to it's close. I shall expose this farce debate here and now, before you cause more instability." She speaks aloud to the audience. Her voice is magnified several times by illusion magic, and her tone shifts to one of dire importance. "Lliran, Lauriran, People of Haelun'or, there is something that you must know. The Medi'ir on the podium today, Kalameet Izalith, is not as he seems. In fact, I could safely call him the most dire threat to our purity to stand within our walls in recent memory. His entire life has been one of corruption and taint- taint that today he would try to bring upon our venerable Cihi, accompanied by Orenian political tricks, and slanderous lies. Kalameet is no recent arrival to Atheria, as many of you may know. Before his time here, he led a dark past, living his life amongst necromancers, and blood mages. He himself is indeed a user of Shade Magic, the most corrupting of all dark magic, that literally turns the mind into a thing of Iblees. His taint not only brings rage, and madness to his own mind, but at merely a whim he is easily capable of spreading this same, dark disease to any member of our city. Even worse, to this day he maintains strong ties with dark mages outside the city, and intends to use these connections to set our venerable city onto a path of war. Up until now, out of respect for Seth's wishes, I have kept this matter private and he can attest to this. We wished his punishment and potential banishment could be discussed properly with Okarir'tir Asul'athri. However, in light of the danger he now presents, I can hold my tongue no longer." Cyra would shift her gaze to Kalameet. Her voice lowers, into a tone that comes as close to distaste as Cyra has ever been. "I have long predicted your attempts to gain power within this Cihi, Kalameet. It does not take a mental mage to realize how. Your tactics mimic the Oren nobles that you served, hand and foot, before your arrival here. The deplorable politics employed outside these mighty walls will not work within our Venerable Cihi, Kalameet. I suggest you try elsewhere." Cyra exhales, and the magic magnifying her voice slowly fades. She closes her eyes, and sits down, finding that at last, she has said enough. "The floor is yours, Sohaer."

Cyra mentions in her usual, idle tone. "Kalameet, you have been the incendiary force of a proposition that effects all of the Cihi. It is not only natural that others wish to debate openly on the topic, it should be encouraged." She opens her book. "In fact, it reads here that During the debate, citizens are encouraged to pose questions towards the two contenders." She looks up at Kalameet "That would render your questioning of Mediliyur as a very large faux pas."

Cyra nominates herself.

It comes.

Character name: Cyra Ikru'ne IGN: Hex37 Cyra wishes for a stuffed high elf dollie. She does not care that she is a hundred seventy. She just wants what her parents would never let her have.

Mali’aheral Housing Application: ((MC Name: hex37)) Name:Cyra Ikru'ne Those who will be residing with you (please underline any children): N/A.