Sentlit

Cyrus chuckles to himself as he rubs his thumbs over one of the posters. "I think I like the bortu a bit more than I did before."

It seems that Cyrus has been appearing less and less often among the ruins of Ac'talareh. "Dammit..." He curses under his breath. "How long have I been gone this time?" He pushes himself up off of the ground and looks around, dusting off the book he used as a pillow. The sun has just begun to peak up from the tops of the trees and the morning birds were singing. Among the crisp blades of grass is lightly sprinkled dew sparkling in the new light, some of which had wet his hands when he got up. Looking around, Cyrus sees he is still in the wood, but how long had he been there? As far as he can remember he had spent some time in the library (but he was unsure of how long) then proceeded to practice connecting to the void (among other techniques). It must have been an Elven day or two since he had been around. Cyrus walks toward the road mumbling to himself 'I suppose I'll buy some tea from the market then show everyone that I am not slain...'

sssshhhhhh, they're secret. But yeah, I thought there was a bunch of 'secret' coded things that were involved. I expect it to be explained in the server plot as the antagonist rises. I feel like there is just a bit too much space in between plot elements, but it should come in time, I think.

"It is not yet dead" Cyrus reads. "I wish upon him success. Let not the new system be as gummy as the old." With this, he continues on his way, and turns upon a path into the woods.

I'm interested in being the pantera, but either would be cool. Find me on skype ([email protected]) or pm on the forums. Being a part of the kharajyr would definitely be awesome :D

((It s time for some old fashioned artifact hoarding :3))

Cyrus sits alone in his room, racking his mind for a solution to his problems. 'I would ask the Mindlord... But is it not better to figure things out for myself..?' He thinks to himself. Many papers cover his workspace with intricate, abstract drawings covering them. They were neat and orderly at one point, but now lay messily across the wooden desk as he rapidly flips through them, trying to make sense of it all. He traces and retraces his fingers over the many lines, smudging away some of the writing, and writing more as his ideas are put onto paper. He stops for a moment and looks to one of the skulls that had been left in his room when he had moved into it. "Do you know the answer..?" he mumbles to its grinning visage. Cyrus runs a hand through his hair wondering how magic could be so complicated. But is it really? Is it not just simply connecting to the void and creating things there? But this level of difficulty seems different... 'Certainly not for the simple-minded.' he thinks. A cold breeze somehow blows through the room. He looks back to the skull and says "Feel free to tell me how to work this out when you can." The skull nods back with the faint clicking sound of its teeth. It seems to be staring, watching... waiting...

((If you were to walk closer to the ruin, there are signs on the cobblestone that blocks entrance. They talk about a future event... so I'm fairly sure that they are unavailable to claim at this time. Sorry about the OOC))

Lotc seasons? Yes please! A bit off topic, sorry. And thanks for the announcement.

I hope it's good. Thanks for the hard work :)

I approve of this change. The theory seems viable as well as being backed up by a bit of practice already. I hope to see RP prosper because of this.

*Cyrus neatly writes upon the topmost available line:* "One does not know what he is able to do until he discovers that which he cannot accomplish." ~Cyrus

Woo! Chalk one up for chaqery! :3

Cyrus overhears chatter of this news within the halls of Ac'talareh. His face pales slightly and he gives a melancholic sigh. "I suppose there is not much to be done. It is very likely that all but the bortu and Mali'aheral will be taken... and then eventually the world. Let us not lose petty life. He who fears and suppresses the inevitable is a sad man indeed."

*Cyrus notices a letter tied to a tree and curiously approaches it. Not making sense of what is written, he tries to sound it out aloud. With a face of confusion he mutters to himself:* "Gods I sound like an idiot..." *He looks left and right to see if anyone was there to hear his strange utterings, then casually walks away.*

Minecraft Name: ((Sentlit)) *Cyrus attaches a clean piece of parchment near the poster, so that it may be found by whoever had put them up. Upon the parchment, are thin, gaudy, golden letters that fill the application. It is fastened to the board by a simple iron nail that protrudes from the board quite a bit.* Applicant Name: Cyrus Race and Age: I am a Mali who has completed about 90 years of life. What position are you applying for? (Librarian, Theurgist, Inventor, Analyst, Rhetor): I seek to become a Theurgist within this ministry. List any experience you have had with matters regarding that Department: I am adept in the Arcane art of Illusion, and have experienced many other forms of Arcane magic. I have a good grip upon the theories of the Arcane, as well as more practical information. Describe the reason for your interest in that position (>5 sentences): I have already had great interest in Arcane studies, and what better way is there to learn than to enter a mutual relationship in a fellowship of knowledge? I must say, that my skill in the Arcane would benefit lesser-knowing members, and that more knowledgeable members would aid me in such pursuits. This mutual relationship would put together a variety of information and ideas together, and it may be possible to reach an amazing breakthrough in the study of magic. I want to be a part of an institution as such that is formed at this moment. By applying, should you be accepted you are expected to utterly adhere to the Common Clauses. Do you understand this?: I do understand these clauses, and will fulfill them unto the best of my ability, lest I be expelled from this community.

Awesome, it's about time chaqery gets recognition :) congratulations on being the most noted player!

Spending time with those of your race will teach you a lot about that kind of RP, and you'll improve greatly. Go for it!

Welcome to the server. I quite enjoy puns, so they're welcome with me :3

Cyrus peers over the flier, uninterested in the drinking festivities, but then thinks 'It would be fun to watch these drunk revelers tumble about.' The idea makes him smile.

Interesting idea indeed... I like this idea. Guaranteed RP sounds nice :3 Mc Name: Sentlit Time Zone: PST

Alright thanks, that clarifies things a lot. Thanks, my question has been answered.

This is a problem that I've wanted mended for a bit.... Many of the magic subtypes have a real lack of description for anyone to begin learning self taught. Self teaching requires you to know OOCly what the magic is about, it's limits, abilities etc, and slowly have your character learn of it through IC methods like books and such. Those who are taught by teachers find all of these things 100% IC. What I want to know is if there are any plans to write more specific things on each magic subtype within the wiki or on the forums by the lore team or magic team so that self teaching users might be able to better form their characters and avoid pging. As of now, it seems the descriptions are scarce, if even existent. Thanks in advance for your consideration and thoughts.

It had been a few weeks since he had started trying to apply what Polgrath had been teaching him into visual Illusion. Cyrus would return every night, for weeks now, quite exhausted, usually waking up at noon the next day and sometimes later. He was gone for several days at a time it seemed, either working hard or exhausted to the point of passing out. Perhaps a few sprains and bruises from overexertion took their mark upon his body. Today, Cyrus goes again. "I'm off on my walk" he casually claims, instantly heading for the crossroads. Cyrus takes the fork off of the highway and goes toward Solace, but continues veering as to go straight into the nearby forest. His stomach gurgles of hunger, yet he ignores it. 'When have I last eaten?' his mind whispers. 'I'll eat eventually... this is more important at this time.' He finds the same clearing that he has been using for what is weeks or even a month now and stands on the soft, light-green grass. The warm sun's light flows down, casting a short shadow to the east. Cyrus does not close his eyes this time. His mind travels down the wearing path to the void, a place becoming more familiar to him each time he re-enters it. 'Now... just a flat, blank image... A shadow even...' In his mind's eye he visualizes simply, a shadow. He begins pulling it into reality and his hands start shaking. In the back of his mind he thinks 'A minor symptom, I think this time I can-...' He looks down to his feet, sweat dripping from his hair. Two distinct shadows lay there, as if cast by two suns. In a single instant, the second one fades and Cyrus falls to his hands and knees, his muscles aching. A breathy laugh escapes his mouth. He then slides from this position to flat upon his face, wishing not to move a muscle. The still air is interrupted with a light breeze that rustles the leaves around the clearing and the melodious chirping of birds return. 'I'm well on my way' he thinks 'The Mindlord will surely be proud.'

Cyrus stands alone under the trees of a forest near Salvus. He grasps his side in a dull, deep pain of a bruised rib, unsure of what had exactly happened. It did not matter; he's alone again. He thinks to himself: 'I want to impress the Mindlord... I need to show him the fruits of our labor for me. We need to see improvement...' A brilliant idea crosses his mind. Cyrus puts a hand over his mouth, pondering exactly how. 'We've only dabbled slightly into visual illusion... What if I could make a grand illusion? What if I were to appear to him as two people! ... ridiculous .. I am hardly proficient at this art and only decent at sensual tricks.' He stand for a moment under the scattered shade of the trees, a slight breeze picking up to rustle the leaves. The only sound to be heard were of the leaves. The birds were absent, and he was far from the city. 'Yet...' He thought 'one does not know what he can do until he discovers that which he cannot accomplish...' Cyrus resolved that it would take time, but he would begin honing his skill in visual illusion as to impress his instructor Polgrath. After a long days' work of failure to summon the visual form of even something the size of an acorn, he returns to the hold Ac'talareh. He sees Smoke walk outside and hears him mumble something. Exhausted, he hears not what he says, but finds respite among the folded banners of the Delvers. No longer did they hang, but instead offered rest for a mentally exhausted Elf.