Princeton

IGN: _Princeton_ Character Name: Saeldur Asul'ailer Magical Ability(s): Transfiguration, Water Evocation, and Voidal Translocation Discord: Princeton#5399

By moonlit campfire, an ancient and frail Elf laid weeping on the ground in a broken cobble - thin and pale hands traced in an impossibility of prominent silver scars clutched around an obsidian and equally timeworn staff. Desperately did the Wizard try to find comfort in examining the alien figurine crowning the eldritch tool he held so tenderly, only finding the stark blackness that defined his new blind existence. Thus the cycle began once again for Saeldur, quiet sobs echoing faintly into the surrounding forest as the Elf frantically tried a reframe a mind already once forced to adapt to a different and foreign existence - realizing with a shudder he could no longer rely on the arcana that shaped his life since Asulon without the ability to see; no longer able to face the threat encompassing Arcas and wider realm. Lapsing off into a fitful and hopeless sleep on the boggy ground just off the coastline, the Elf would suddenly awaken in a panic-stricken toil. The forest, inlet, and muddy ground he slept on beginning to cast a ruddy and shadowed illumination as Saeldur once again began to foolishly hope. This short period of respite was shattered by a dull and pulsating thrum that reverberated around the vaguely incorporeal forest, realizing with a sigh that he casted off into a dream, begging to the unknown darkness to foster this illusion as reality. “Make me whole again.” As the diaphanous shadow projecting off the false surroundings Saeldur perceived as real peaked to a foreboding crescendo, the Elf was faced with a horror that would make anyone question whether sight was truly necessary at all: “I would do anything - please.” Quaking in fear while burying his muddled and pale eyes into the crook of his shoulder, Saeldur released a muffled cry during his sobbing plea - the entity of shadow now closely examining the broken Elf and seeming to find amusement in his worldly demise. C̱̺̺̤̅́o͇̬̻̱͚̻͚̅̾͂͋ͭ̎́v̡̺̻̲̳̠͍̹̐ͧ̽ͣͮͣ’ͬ̏̽̎r̴̆ ̉͐̉͋̒ͧ̃͜y̶̬͎̱͖ͮ͊̃̒o̘̟̤͈͚͚̺̊ͫ͠ư̿͗͐̋̌ṟ̲̼̘̉̾͌̉̀ ̖̩͔̜ͥ̏̌ͨe͔͗̃́y̫̭̝̟ͯͥͭ͋̔̑e͚̠ͩ̇̍̎̉s̭̰̠͎͚̫̲.̽́̓ͫ The words came like a nail struck through his skull and into the very core of his person: not a simple request, but a demand. Knowing only acquiescence, the Elf awoke to find himself slightly lowering the silver mantle of his circlet to cover his eyes, shakily tying it off with loose strands of his robes. As he adjusted to the covering veiling his eyes and forehead, the hellscape around him began to gradually subside - the creature fading with it as the darkness embedded into Saeldur’s surroundings returned to normal - his ability to perceive, however warped, returned with it.

((MC name: _Princeton_)) Name: Saeldur Asul’ailer Vote for Sohaer: (xx) Anethra Uradir ( ) Eredael Rhenaer

[!] A letter would appear in the mailbox of Daniel, enclosed by a waxy sigil that emanates a soft azure arcanic glimmer. [!] Leader of Men, It has come to my direct attention that the demons of Korvassa now stand at your doorstep, and surely you are aware that this spells certain death for you and your people despite their silver tongues and empty promises of peace. With this immutable fact known, I beseech you to open your gates to my order, the Unified Mages Guild, and allow our collective knowledge and arcanic prowess to be a beacon of light for your people during these intrepid and uncertain times. Do not cow or bow down to the infernal beasts that have already slaughtered countless numbers of men, women, and children, and find solace or security in the chance of peace I offer to you through our collective strength and will. We will be in touch. [!] The letter is signed simply: Archmage Saeldur [!]

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An ancient Elf reads the missive in careful contemplation, a thoughtful expression growing over his withered and eldritch countenance. Arming himself with quill and ink, he would pen a response in a meticulous hand – knowing exactly where to leave it; “You have my support, old friend. Whatever it is you need, know I will always accompany those that shoulder the burden of man. In the name of prosperity,” - The shriveled parchment would be signed in three flowing letters, “T.W.R”

Taking into account the new transfiguration lore, I agree and implemented a system where celestial aura passively regrows Celestite out of combat over the duration of an OOC day if the enchant was activated and used in combat. Thanks for the suggestions and help as always!

“Knowledge is our privilege.” -- -- The Asul’ailer Talonnii traces it lineage back to the realm of Asulon, descending from Juliet (Rosaria) Sullas and Aranwe Lazul. As a result of their marriage, Celaena Lazul was born, and later married Arlanthir Asul’ailer, son of Faenir and Adriana. Celaena and Arlanthir both lived actively in Haelun’or for some time; Arlanthir working as Councilman while Celaena ran an apothecary and practiced medicine. As a result of the Haelun’or schism in Asulon, Celaena and Arlanthir were forced to split from the Silver State. While living in Malinor, they birthed their sons Ceruberr and Saeldur. Ceruberr was the first of the family to return to the path of purity in Lin’everal, advancing to Arch-Mage of the Mages Guild and holding an active influence within the community both as a previous Maheral, enactor of the Talonnii Act, and current Maulaurir. After the destruction of Anthos, Ceruberr convinced his brother Saeldur to leave his long held position as Archanix of the Mages Guild in order to become a citizen of Haelun’or and help progress the family; both Ceruberr and Saeldur have resided as citizens of the State since, both having served as Archmage, Oracles of the Celestial Order, and Court Wizards for various noble Valah lineages. While the small Talonnii has only ever actively boasted the two mal’onn, both Ceruberr and Saeldur have a well recorded and deeply intrenched past in substantial arcane events and the turnings of the realms, studying magics few of the descendants have ever wielded and attempting to utilize their resourcefulness and knowledge for the betterment of Arcas and the protection of their kin. Physical Traits & Beliefs: Family Tree: Etymology: Please contact either Princeton#5399 or CaptainSheepy#7719 with any questions/inquiries.

[!] The Inferi fort intrenched in the Eastern Korvassan desert, a ward of darkness enveloping the nights sky. [!] -- “Forward, the Light Brigade! Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew Someone had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.” - ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON -- The Korvassan desert at twilight always both confused and comforted the youthful Mali’aheral; on the one hand, it offered the depths of solitude now rarely found within the Silver City so deeply entrenched in an ancient conflict and deific forces the undiscerning soldier could not factor or understand. On the other hand, the unsharp mind of the Sillumir simply could not fathom how the scorching heat of the day was vanquished by a nights sky and air that could freeze any hardened solider to the bone. So it was with a shiver, either at the task set before him or from the deserts’ cool embrace, that a young Uradir almost reverently donned steel plate engraved in the fine silver vestiges that marked the rank of a Tahorren. With a long and thoughtful glance at the deadly and simple spear clutched between his deft fingertips, Talar’siol marched into the hellscape of the Korvassan desert prepared to meet a fate that at least he could anticipate and plan for: an honorable death, a soldiers’ death. -- [!] A letter scrawled in an unpracticed hand would be left on the desk of Anethra Uradir within the Talonnii manor, the envelope unsealed, unsigned, and the paper weighted by an ornately decorated Guandao.

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Saeldur reads the missive quietly, the ancient features of the Elf composed and serene. He reflects quietly to himself during meditation, “A bastion of true civilization, or a safe haven for these new religious zealots who seek a war. It’s not surprising the Kharajyr fell back into line of deific worship with such reverence in so little time, for it is in their nature to serve a God. I only hope the rest of the Mali’thill remain true to the integrity of Larihei and the teachings that independence and free-thinking logic always prevails over mindless adherence and servitude.”

Major Change-Log: - Updated to reflect the shelving of Arcanism. A T5 mage of any evocation now has the ability to become a Celestialist. - Updated to have roll mechanics, OOC definitions, and redlines to each spell. - Updated to have roll mechanics for forging the Oathbond. - Runes for each Scion Ideal. - Reworked greater melding so a spells potency in a circling ritual is based off the roll system. - Added Celestial Art. - Reworked to tie in to the relevant Breaching of the Veil Lore (Linked in credit) to be current with Moz Strizoma & the Vigil.