Tayelikel

    During a vist to the docks, the prince of the snow elves, Aelthir, insulted Elphaba gravely, angering her, Inducing her rage she followed followed him out of the docks, finding him alone walking picked up a rock, throwing it to get his attenton.Aelthir grunted as the rock slamed into the side of his head, instantly dropping to the ground.

       Elphaba Growled at him with a venous snarl and approached him him "Lat dishonor mi, my raze" she hisses, her eyes red as fire "Dobat rex. kae  Bolvag lat"

Aelthir tried to scramble to his feet, unsheathing his blade as Elphaba moved to stomp on his wrist, seeing him draw the blade out.

Aelthir grunted in pain as she steped on his wrist, unable to get up, and unable to grab his blade. He laied on his back, looking up at her rather angrily. Elphaba stared down at him. Rage in her eyes. she began speaking in the old blah. stepping back from him as she chanted the prayer to the spirits. As she stepped back, Aelthir quickly grabbed the hilt of  his blade and shuffled  to his feet, pointing  at her. Elphaba took her staff from her back, making no move to attack, merely chanting, her eyes shimmered slightly as she continued the prayer. Aelthir, stepped  forward, swinging his blade in an attempt to cut her staff in two. Elphie put her weight against the staff, the staff being made of iron made a metallic ringing in the air Realizing the sword was unable to snap the staff, Aelthir swung instead at her chest.

         Elphaba stepped back,she moved to turn her staff to  block the sword. With a loud ring in the air She blocked the blow but Aelthir rushed  forward. crashing into her Elphaba,being slammed, fell to the ground Aelthir moved to point the sword at her throat, growling, "Stop. Now." Elphaba snarled at him,her eyes fading to there normal color. Aelthir sheathed his sword upon noticing this, he stepped  back and letting out a soft sigh.Elphaba stayed on the ground, breathing hard, a harsh glare in her eyes. Aelthir's hand, trembled, moving it up to dab at the cut across the side of his head that the rock left. His snow-white hair matted down with blood. Elphaba Stood up. her glare focused on him, piercing. Aelthir brought his hand before his face, staring at the blood upon his fingers.

"Led da zpiritz curze dezide lat fate"

"What?" he blinked

Elphaba smiled and turned, moving away down the path

Aelthir followed, unsheathing his blade once more. "Give me a reason to not cut you down where you stand, Uruk."

She turned "You insulted mi, mi family, my clan" she hissed at him "lat am da worzt." she clenched her fist

 "You, your family, your clan, and your /race/ are trying to destroy my people," he growled pointing the blade at her.

"Lat people put mi in prizion fer nub reazun agh flat my zon" she snaped

 "I am a Snow Elf," he growled "Not a High Elf, or a Wood Elf, or a Dark Elf. We have never been with our Elven cousins. We have always been sovereign. We are not responsible for their deaths."

Elphaba took a breath "agh mi hab dune nubting tu lat"

"You just tried to kill me," he growled

"mmm id mi wunted tu kill lat, lat would be flat, nub, mi nub flat lat"  

         Aelthir narrowed his eyes, pointing his blade at her neck. Elphaba stepped back, Walking away from the elven lands back to the orc city, her home. Leaving her curse with the prince. The spirits had heard her, and with her chanting, along with the blood split by the rock. Aelthir was cursed forevermore. Cursed with a illness with a unknown name. He would be cursed to live a life of pain, every time he would eat bread, or drink ale. His body would attack itself, causing nausea, diarrhea, Dizziness, fatigue. Debilitating stomach pains. which would last until the food would be thrown up out of his system. This curse would last until the day it could be removed.

      Elphaba smiled as she returned to the ugz, paying her tribute to the spirits, and being proud in her work

((ooc: Elphaba had made a prayer to the spirit of sickness,disease. I did not get the full 20/20 roll tht i rolled for, so instead of something life threatening, he is cursed with celiac, Anything he eats made with wheat, barley or rye will make him sick, no matter how small the amount))

    Elphaba had been desiring to do something. There was a urge in her that could not be placed; With so much going on in her life it was no surprise to her that she could be forgetting something. She sat at the table in her home and began praying to the spirits for something to fulfill her. To provide her with a way to contribute to her clan, her race. Often her prayers would go for days, years, with no answer. The spirits now, however; provided her with exactly what she asked for.

       In the days before war it was not uncommon for shamans to work vigorously to send prayers to the spirits, to bless the battle. It was almost tradition. With a battle soon to come Elphaba could feel the spirits pulling her to a task she was best suited for. The perfect use of her shaman abilities. To go into prayer, and make the needed sacrifices to the spirits. It had been what she was brought up with. The life she knew, something she took the most pleasure in doing. A satisfied smirk grew on Elphaba as ideas began running through her head. What way would be the best to serve the spirits. How could she please them? Elphaba meditated, letting her mind wander, closing herself off and letting instinct guide her. Before long her eyes opened, bright and focused. With ease she stood up from her pose. making her way to her room. Finding a outfit, a few papers, some food, she swung the bag over her shoulder and left her home. The warm sand of the goi under her feet.

      Elphaba made her way to the docks. Standing in wait she spoke to no one. Only observing. She noticed many folk who seemed well off. There clothes clean and hair decorated with fancy pins. Or men who clean shaven beard mixed with there expensive shoes. were all the signs of the wealthy. Ignoring most people, greeting the random people who would generously greet her; it seemed forever until the night. With little hope, Elphaba turned to head back when out the corner of her eyes she saw what she had been so desperate for.

    A curled up figure with white hair and clothes, which seemed tattered and worn caught Elphabas eye. A target; making her way over, the figure stirred. Elphaba taking a spot to stand next to her, the girl lurched in surprise "Did i ztartel lat?" Elphaba asked the child. The girl nodded "You did...Can, i help you?" she asked cautiously With a sly nod Elphaba reached her hand out to the child "lat am homlezz rite? Well, mi am in need of zumeazh tu wurk for mi"  It was a risk. Elphaba knew orcs weren't trusted, but looking at the teen, her snow like skin, the soft white hair and the enchanting eyes. She wanted the girl as the sacrifice, to please the spirits with such a picture of innocence. Elphaba purposefully kept her hand extended, her calm and gentle smile catching the eye  of the teen before her. 

     The teen noticed Elphabas green skin, her small tusks. every fiber of her being wanting to avoid her. Yet, The elven ears on Elphaba caught the girls attention. "your not a full orc, are you?" she asked seeing Elphaba shake her head. The teen stood up "Why do you care if im homeless?" she asked with a curious gaze "I hab kubs mizelf, agh I nub want tu think ob dem on da ztreet, lat nub luuk old, zu mi think mi cen help lat." Elphaba spun the words flawlessly, Like a good story that seems to come off the pages. Lacing the words with hope, promises of a future. "Im only sixteen, what would you have me do?" The teen asked with a slight glimmer in her eyes "Lat cen tend tu mi blarg agh tu mi animlalz. nub hard wurk, bud lat would hab fuud agh home" Elphaba eyed the teen over "sixteen, agh whut am lat nayme?" "Ibara" the teen greeted with a slight bow. Her tangled hair falling past her shoulders "and your name?" Elphaba gave a quick nod and lowered her head "Elphaba, hozh tu meet lat ibara, ledz gu blah mure in mi blarg"

It did not take long for the two to travel back to Elphabas home in the cannon. Along with showing Ibara the sights, and taking a moment to eat, Elphaba and ibara were to the quaint home by midnight.

         Elphaba opened the door to her home, letting Ibara through first. Closing the door after herself Elphaba also triggered the gate to the house; And before Ibara could fathom a reaction. Elphaba had the small elves arms behind her back.

         Ignoring the screaming, Elphaba pushed Ibara through the door leading down to the lowest level of her home.The steps echoing as they both made there way through the flight of steps. Ibara squirmed even through Elphabas grip. Trying to break free, but being small for her age, and against a orc. Her attempts severed only to inconvenience Elphaba rather then stop her. "LET ME GO!" ibara screamed with no effect. Still being dragged ibara could see the room that Elphaba was pushing her into

        Elphaba walked right into her ritual room. No hesitation or faltering she entered the decently sized room. Forcing ibara to the far end where the altar lined the wall. With a swift motion she chained Ibara to the wall. Both of her wrists now bound.

       Ibara could feel the cold iron tight around her wrist, panic filled her as she saw the room around her. Body parts from all races filling jars that lined the wall, knives and staffs along with masks lined the other. The chains pulled at her and she fell to her knees, letting the harsh stone of the altar dig into her skin. "why..." she murmured as she watched Elphaba glace over the assortment of knives.

"Wi am at war, da zpiritz dezire agh taze of bluud. Lat ama guing tu gib dat tu dem" She grinned at Ibara as she found a knife made of ivory and iron. She took grasp of the handle and turned to Ibara with the ceremonial dagger, the ivory hilt like glass in her hand, the iron blade catching the light of the torches in the room. Putting her finger to the blade, Elphaba tested the sharpness as she grabbed a mask from the wall, her favorite pained skull. putting it on she made her way back to Ibara. Ignoring the pleas for life, for mercy. Nearly gliding along the floor Elphaba stared at ibara, meeting her eyes. "Enrohk! mi azk lat tu azzept diz zakrifize aid uz in da comming battul lat am zpirit ob our rage! wi wizh tu deztory our enemy, bi with uz in diz war!" With a swift motion she covered Ibara's eyes and pushed her head against the wall, Making a clean, Deep cut against her throat. Scarlet blood cascading down Ibara's neck. A loud, Horrid choking sound echoing in the room. The gargling and the sound of the chains losing tension as Ibara faded.

       Elphaba gently lowered the dagger to the altar, moving to the shelfs to her right and eyeing the many jars. Grabbing a jar on the bottom left, Elphaba opened it to take out a heart, persevered with treated water she carefully, gently, lowered the heart into a bowl which rested on the first shelf. Setting the bowl onto the Altar Elphaba reached for the ivory knife, making a slice in her palm "Votar, Azkeo. Mi azk lat tu bi wif uz in diz war, Votar. Led uz flat our enemiez az wi du our prey.Azkeo, Protectk uz frum fatal woundz, lend uz lat healing hand tu ani ob uz whu will faze injery" Elphabas prayer turns to quiet murmurs, pleas to the spirits to watch over and bless the coming battle. As she finished the prayer. Elphaba cleaned the knife off with a red rag, hanging the knife back on the wall, and Leaving the ritual room behind, now feeling satisfied

Elphaba is no where to be found in the city, and any attempts to knock on her door would be meet with silence.

Elphaba sits on the edge of her balcony sighing to herself. Closing her eyes as she lets her thoughts take her, it was days like this that were the most painful. she looked up at the setting sun and bit her lower lip.
"I miss you" she murmurs. to herself. how ironic that the day her son died, would also be the day of her mates death, years later. Keeping to herself. Elphaba never let her clan, her brothers see her in such brokenness. The strong willed spirit she put on. Was no where on this day. So she locked herself away in her home, alone, to overcome her own mental struggle, refusing to show the broken side that she bared.

"How pathetic am i?" She thought to herself as she rested her head on the wall. Memories of the pool of blood coming from her sons head, stomach and neck plays with a absolute Vividness it made her cringe. She could remember everything. Down to the temperature and feel of the doorknob to talions room when she entered it to see him on the floor limp, dead. She remembered Sitting in the grass outside her home when a passing by orc, informed her of sharkus death 

"Hey ****, your mates dead" The voice rang in her head. Thats how her clan treated her, Thats how much respect they had for her. There were times she wondered why she bothered to stay with the orcs. Putting herself through the mental anguish of being a second rate person was a burden she had been carrying sense her birth. Then she remembered the elves, how they tried to imprison her in the city, take her child, How they were the ones who killed her son. The orcs were far from perfect, but they were the lesser of two evils. She could be strong, put on a brave face, ignore the disrespect. As long as she kept to herself, nothing hurt her.

Elphaba looked up to the sky "I miss you both...so, much" she murmurs. getting up and kneeling by a small alter she had made to be used for remembrance of her fallen son and love. She closed her eyes. As if trying to find a part of her that was missing. A void that seemed empty, lost. Like a place that's so familiar, safe, warm. Being destroyed and forever gone in a single moment. Elphaba would never see or hold her fallen loved ones again. That she knew, time had helped her heal at least that far. How generous She thought to herself. That the only relief i get, is by knowing there in a better place. while im left here to face this damned world. She takes a breath, shaking her head a moment, not that she wasn't grateful for her son and love being where they could thrive. It was pain, pain of being away from them. not having them with her all the while being mocked, disrespected and ultimately being pushed aside by her clan. Elphaba looked up to the sky. the realization that her need for a belonging was an entirely other void drained her even more. How was it that the more she tried. The further she felt like she failed.

Elphaba looked from the sky to the sandy dunes. "Fail...fail...thats all i do...fail" she murmurs in nothing more then a whisper. With her first husband killed before her eyes, her first son murdered. her first daughter leaving and never being found, along with her adopted sister. to sharkus death. Elphabas mind taunted her with all the failures of her life. "is that my curse" she murmured to herself brokenly "to fail, to never have peace" her hands balled up. "I just want to....feel...full" she slipped out the last words as her broken void tugged at her thoughts. more memories of her failures looping through her thoughts. "i cant be a mother, a elf, a orc, im never good enough...not to be treated as a equal..not good enough to be high shaman" tears well up and fall from her eyes "Im only...a half blood...tainted. my own people forbid me from have kids, they dont want me, or my blood" she clenches her fist. thinking of how she could fall in love, and yet not be a full family. it pained her, the fact that what she desired most was forbidden to her all because of her blood made the pain all the worse. What else could she fail at, how could anyone want or care, love such a failure.she shakes her head and looks to the alter "perhaps...its best...im cursed to lose anyone i love, all my children...are gone...i cant..." she stops. Even if she were to have another child, would she want to. knowing the risk, and the burden it would put on them. She shook her head vilolently "I cant wish this on anyone...the monsters i face...My son, i haven't seen him in such a long time,i cant have that again..."

"I cant...give up though...can i" The vivid flash of Elphaba cutting her wrist, of falling off a cliff into a river. play in her head, her failed attempts to end her life creep up on her. She shakes her head vigorously to be rid the thoughts as she forces her focus elsewhere. On the alter. on whats important.

She lights the vigils, and takes a few breaths, Remembering the first time she held her son in her arms, how daylen would comfort her after her nightmares. Memories of sharku teaching her the orc ways, saving her from being whitewash. The first time they said i love you to eachother, how he would hold her, and remind her that her blood wasn't what made her. Sharku taunting her because of her small stature and then sparing with her, which would always end in a loving kiss. her daughter growing up, standing up for herself in the ugz, and Elphaba bringing her up with honor. As the memories play for elphaba, her stomach falls a moment and she begins to pray to the spirits. Praying for peace of mind, for her loved ones souls, and for her future

Elphaba's vow to her family. The promise to live headstrong like a orc, fires a ember of determination once a year she thinks to herself once a year, then, i am strong again. Putting her dark and broken thoughts behind her. pushing them to the furthest part of her mind, she begins to think of her future; and the words of one she cares for. the one who, if she were being honest with herself,  she loved. if she took the chance to let her heart be healed. you are good, and strong, you will be happy. ill make sure of it. Elphaba wipes her eyes of the tears that fall down her cheek and takes a breath "i want to be" she murmurs softly until her voice trails off "I will be strong...i will do what i need to..."

"I will be a daughter of krug..."

I can confirm I will be teaching him elementalism

Elphaba lets herself be taken without resistance, Following Easily, She hears the voice and nods "MI aggree" she moves to the voice and places her vote "Mi vote fur mizelf. Mi hab been high shaman befure, agh during dat tik mi hab healed bruddurs, prayed fer dem when dey needed id, if dey lozt zomeash cloze tu dem, or id dey juzt needed a prayer befour agh klomp mi tended tu our landz  and served the clanz. served krug Agh being high shaman again, mi cen be zure wi would prosper"

((ooc: I aggre. i vote for myself. i have been high shaman before and during that time i healed my brothers, prayed for them when they needed it, if they lost someone close to them, or they just needed a prayer before a fight, i tended to our lands and served the clans, served krug and being high shaman again, i can be sure we would prosper"))

With the plague going around like wildfire, Elphaba takes a moment to think and collect herself. She decides to lock herself away in her home, refusing to answer any birds or any knocks on her door. It would be clear she isn't coming out until this is over.

((ooc: Not gonna even deal with all this, so ill be gone until this 'event' is over))

Fixed :) I hope my re-write is better, I apologize for the lack-luster lesson i wrote before, I had not realized it was confusing as i was writing it, but as I was editing, I see what you meant.

MC name: Kizumachan

Character's name and age: Elphaba'Gorkil, 127

Character’s Race: orc

Link to your accepted magic application: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/132920-elphaba-shaman-ma-old-app/

What magics do you desire to teach?: Elementalism

Summarize the Lore of this Magic: Shaman Elementalism is the art of forming a bond with the spirits of the elements, as a shaman who studies elementalism meditates and opens themselves to the spirits,they are able to commune with water, fire, earth, air, metal. and through the communion the spirits. if they find the shaman worthy, the spirits will form a contract or deal with the shaman. at which point,the shaman, using prayers/chants. can connect to the spirit. once connected. the spirit will grant the shaman the ability to use there control over the psychical element around them (ex: connecting to a water spirit who is bonded to you will allow you to control a water source nearby)

Write up a lesson that your character would give to a student. (Do note, we will be contacting aspiring teachers for a quick interview, to try to better gauge your knowledge and understand)

      Elphaba sits in her oasis, looking to the sky, she eagerly awaits her student who she expects by high noon, It takes awhile but soon her student arrives, greeting elphie with a headbutt. Elphaba returns it in kind, and looks to her student

      "tudey wi will muve alung with lat training, tudey lat will learn how tu led da zpirit uze lat" (Today we will move on with your training,today you will learn how to let the spirits use you). Elphaba says. Looking to her student with a smile

 her student nods in understanding. Elphaba steps aside for her to sit,

"Diz am agh alter of earth" (This is a alter of earth) Elphaba explains

  Elphaba, for the past week had been guiding her student on how to make her candle that she would use on the alter "Lat muzt plaze da candle in da middle" (you must put the candle in the middle) Elphaba instructs.

 The student smiles, eagerly placing the candle down "Da green tu?"(The green to?) She asks Elphaba. Who nods in affirmation. 

The student  puts a pitch of cactus green around the wick.

"Nao light it" (now light it) Elphaba instructs. her student obeys and the odor of green fills the area "relax. lat mind muzt be empty" (Relax your mind must be empty) Elphaba says while watching her student meditate.

The student goes into a meditative pose; her breathing calm and steady

"Led lat mind gu black"(Let your mind go blank) Elphabas voice sounds through the haze of meditation,

The students mind is black, nothing, all senses closed off. Elphaba had spent weeks with her before this just practicing meditation. Elphaba would try anything to disrupt her, and the moment the trance broke, shed be forced to try again, until finally, she was able to maintain her meditation. The student takes a breath, reflecting on the spirit world. she thinks about her spirit. and calls out to the spirit of earth in her mind. The first time then student  meet her earth spirit, she was rejected, but eventually she formed a contact, now she called out to her spirit, awaiting there arrival. It wasn't long before her spirit, a lion made of sandstone appeared to her.

The student opened her eyes looking to  Elphaba who stood by, nodding "hozh...hozh" (good good)  Elphaba says with pride

The student looked to her curiously "whut nao?" (What now)

Elphaba smiles and nodding "Dat rock dere. move id" (that rock there, move it)

her student looked to the rock and focused, failing, she frowns with frustration

"Lat cennub move it...lat must azk da spirit, agh led dere power gu through lat, lat am unly a meduium" (you can not move it...you must ask the spirit and let there power go through you, you are only a medium) Elphaba says calmly. Watching her student carefully 

 Her student nods. closing her eyes "zpirit" (spirit)  she murmurs "uze mi..led mi uze lat power..." (use me, let me use your power )a prayer begins to form, as the student focuses, praying to her spirit the rock lifts, not by far. The spirit of the earth channeling its power through her, the rock lifts into the air about six inches. The students hand shakes, not used to working with the spirit yet. beads of sweat form and she lowers the rock

Elphaba nods. At the lifted rock "dat am hozh, zend lat zpirit back agh we will pray together, dat em enough fer today" (that is good, send your spirit back and we will pray together, that is enough for today)

MC name: Kizumachan

Character's name and age: Elphaba'Gorkil, 127

Character’s Race: orc

Link to your accepted magic application: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/132920-elphaba-shaman-ma-old-app/

What magics do you desire to teach?: elementalism

Summarize the Lore of this Magic: Shaman Elementalism is the art of forming a bond with the spirits of the elements, as a shaman who studies elementalism meditates and opens themselves to the spirits,they are able to commune with water, fire, earth, air, metal. and through the communion the spirits. if they find the shaman worthy, the spirits will form a contract or deal with the shaman. at which point,the shaman, using prayers/chants. can connect to the spirit. once connected. the spirit will grant the shaman the ability to use there control over the psychical element around them (ex: connecting to a water spirit who is bonded to you will allow you to control a water source nearby)

Write up a lesson that your character would give to a student. (Do note, we will be contacting aspiring teachers for a quick interview, to try to better gauge your knowledge and understand)

      Elphaba sits in her oasis, looking to the sky, she eagerly awaits her student who she expects by high noon, It takes awhile but soon her student arrives, greeting elphie with a headbuut. elphaba returns it in kind, and looks to her student

      "tudey wi will muve alung with lat training, tudey lat will learn how tu led da zpirit uze lat." her student nods in understanding. Elphaba steps aside, "diz am agh alter of earth" it was about time, Elphaba, for the past week had been guiding her student on how to make her candle that she would use on the alter. elphaba waves her student to the alter "lat muzt plaze da candle in da middle" her student smiles, eagerly placing the candle down "da green tu?" Elphaba nods and the student puts a pitch of cactus green around the wick. "nao light it" elphaba instructs. her student obeys and the odor of green fills the area "relax. lat mind muzt be empty" elphabas voice is now calming, guiding "zit, agh meditate" her student goes into a meditative pose. her breathing rymtimic "led lat mind gu black" elphabas voice zounds through the haze of meditation, soon, the students mind is black, nothing, all senses closed off. Elphaba had spent weeks with her, before this just practicing meditation. Elphba would try anything to disrupt her, and the moment the trance broke, shed be forced to try again, until finally, she was able to close off entirely. it was like that now. only herself in the dark. Elphaba had preped her for this to

"during da meditation, lat will be closez off frum lat zenses. when lat am in da black, call oud tu lat zpirit. id am in dat tik lat can bound agh blah wif lat zpirit" The first time she meet her earth spirit, she was rejected, but eventually she formed a contact, now she called out to her spirit, awaiting there arrival. It wasnt long before her spirit, a lion made of sandstone appeared to her.

She opened her eyes, Elphie stood by, nodding "hozh...hozh" the student looked to her curiously "whut nao?" Elphaba smiles and nodding "dat rock dere. move id" her student looked to the rock and focused, failing, she frowns with frustration "lat cennub move it...lat must azk da spirit, agh led dem gu through lat, lat am unly a meduium" Her student nods. closeing her eyes "zpirit" she murmurs "uze mi..led mi uze lat power..." a prayer begins to form, as her student focuses, praying to her spirit the rock lifts, not by far, but it lifts into the air about six inches. her students hand shakes, this being the first time useing her spirit. Elphaba nods. "dat am hozh, zend lat zpirit back agh we will pray together, dat em enough fer today"...

MC name: Kizumachan

Character's name and age: Elphaba'Gorkil

Character’s Race: orc

Link to your accepted magic application: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/132920-elphaba-shaman-ma-old-app/

What magics do you desire to teach?: elementalism

Summarize the Lore of this Magic: Shaman Elementalism is the art of forming a bond with the spirits of the elements, as a shaman who studies elementalism meditates and opens themselves to the spirits,they are able to commune with water, fire, earth, air, metal. and through the communion the spirits. if they find the shaman worthy, the spirits will form a contract or deal with the shaman. at which point,the shaman, using prayers/chants. can connect to the spirit. once connected. the spirit will grant the shaman the ability to use there control over the psychical element around them (ex: connecting to a water spirit who is bonded to you will allow you to control a water source nearby)

Write up a lesson that your character would give to a student. (Do note, we will be contacting aspiring teachers for a quick interview, to try to better gauge your knowledge and understand) One of Elphabas First lessons is to teach her students rejection. Apart from a few exceptions, she rejects prospective students in order to further gauze there mentality, As the spirits are often unwilling to form a bond at first. Elphaba herself had to speak to three different fire spirits before one would bond with her, preparing her students for this rejection, she feels. will allow them to be stronger for when the time comes. if they accept the rejection in a positive manor she informs them they passed one of her tests and moves them to the next phase of training.

Elphie smiles "finalleh" she thinks "uruks cen ged uff dere lazeh azz agh du wurk demzelf" she thinks happily to herself

MCname: Kizumachan

Character name and age: Elphaba gorkil, 200

Character Race: Orc/Elf

What magic will you be learning: Elementalism

Who will be teaching you: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/91984-elphabas-unrevokema-app/?hl=elphaba

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/101144-elphaba-witch-doctor-ma/?hl=elphaba

[10:40:22 AM] HELLFIAZz: You can just repost your old MA
[10:40:49 AM] HELLFIAZz: Make sure you out [shaman][MA][Old App] in the title

[10:49:16 AM] TK: can I put my witch doctor in there as well?
[10:49:43 AM] HELLFIAZz: Is it the same char?
[10:49:46 AM] TK: ahyup
[10:49:48 AM] TK: elphies
[10:49:57 AM] TK: she knows witchdoctor and elementism
[10:49:59 AM] HELLFIAZz: Yeah, that's fine

MC name: Kizumachan

Character's name and age: Elphaba'Gorkil 200

Character’s Race: orc

Link to your accepted magic application:

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/98702-105-ref-elphabagorkil-teacher-applacation/?hl=elphaba

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/101144-elphaba-witch-doctor-ma/?hl=elphaba

What magics do you desire to teach?: Elementalism 

Summarize the Lore of this Magic: Shaman Elementalism is the art of forming a bond with the spirits of the elements, as a shaman who studies elementalism meditates and opens themselves to the spirits,they are able to commune with water, fire, earth, air, metal. and through the communion the spirits. if they find the shaman worthy, the spirits will form a contract or deal with the shaman. at which point,the shaman, using prayers/chants. can connect to the spirit. once connected. the spirit will grant the shaman the ability to use there control over the psychical element around them (ex: connecting to a water spirit who is bonded to you will allow you to control a water source nearby)

Write up a lesson that your character would give to a student. (Do note, we will be contacting aspiring teachers for a quick interview, to try to better gauge your knowledge and understanding): One of Elphabas First lessons is to teach her students rejection. Apart from a few exceptions, she rejects prospective students in order to further gauze there mentality, As the spirits are often unwilling to form a bond at first. Elphaba herself had to speak to three different fire spirits before one would bond with her, preparing her students for this rejection, she feels. will allow them to be stronger for when the time comes. if they accept the rejection in a positive manor she informs them they passed one of her tests and moves them to the next phase of training 

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elphaba looked around her hut frowning at how empty It seemed. she hadn't seen sharku Sense the day he took the baby, their baby Into the wild, she had long Since given up hope that her son was alive. It had just been another failure In her life. She had hoped that the spirits she served so devoutly would come to her aid, to bless her son and give him back to her.

so far there had been no sign of him, only the empty grass on her yard.at night when no one cold see. She would leave her hut and go to the water. As a tribute to her firstborn, lost in the cave of the druids to murder and to her Newborn, She would light candles and say her prayers. the other orcs Ignored her or did not care enough to notice her existence. Why would they She was only a half blood to them, not worth their time, no matter what she did she was never good enough.

As Elphaba Sat in her hut tending to her fireplace she noticed a Knife sitting on the tabletop, most likely from dinner the night before. The thought crossed her mshd how easy It would be to take the blade and cut. She had done it before as a child. only an arms reach away. She could end it, the Pain. She could fade away to nothing and let the endless fight stop. She would feel nothing of it. Only let the sweet empty void take her. She could let the world go and be with talion. All her life suffering would end.

"And give up just like that" a voice who she couldn't place as either her own subconscious or a supernatural presence called. Elphaba put her hand on the handle of the knife

"I'm done trying...I fail...every time the fight seems over I still lose" Elphaba looked around but it was only her own murmurs responding to the voice. Her grip tightens on the hilt "i am worthless to them. A nothing"

"And who are you to judge your worth! How can you say what you're worth?! By what you do? By what you build or buy! YOU CAN NEVER KNOW! Only the spirits eyes may judge you..only krug. May judge you"

with a swift motion elphaba threw the knife. The resounding thud of the blade digging into the wood echoed in the hut. Elphaba fell to her knees. hiding her head in her hands. Shaking as once again the inner war continued. The raw emotions. Memories of the pain of the birth mixed with the image of her soulmate carrying their child away burned at her unforgiving in their vividness. She could still feel pain as she woke up to see sharku holding him. The pain of her heart breaking as her helpless newborn was carried off.

Elphaba had forgotten how a good sleep was supposed to feel. Four months since the birth of her child had passed and each day only brought more pain to her. Forcing herself up off the floor of her hut. She heard the loud commotion of orcs outside. Hearing only bits of what seemed to be important news she opened her door and joined her brothers.

Something was off. Something was wrong and Elphaba looked around. Unsure of what it could be. She ignored the most ignorant and pathetic orcs. The one calling her ****. The few giving her dirty looks. elphaba had no interest in them. Looking around it dawned on her what was wrong.

"Sharku?" She called out "where's sharku?" And in one moment. Elphabas entire world shattered.

"Your mate is dead" one of the orcs said flatly. A few laughed mockingly at her. It didn't matter to her. Elphaba stood there. Dumbfounded. With one quick sentence. A few words. She had no hesitation. She knew what she wanted, turning back to look at her hut the calling of another orc had gone unnoticed. Wanting nothing more than to feel the iron blade against her chest elphaba was blinded by all else. With a empty dead gaze. She slowly forced herself toward the house. Dragging through the path. Her mind lost.

Sharku. The one who taught her how to become becomes orc. The one who loved her for her without any hesitation. Elphaba had always confided in him. Shared everything she was with him. The memories of their first klomp. Showing and teaching each other shamanism. The way he always could guide her. No one knew her like he did. The only thing left that was good in her world was gone now. Taken from her. Elphaba wanted to scream to the spirits. How could they be so cruel to her. Everything in her life she had done to try and find her place in life. She gave up her elven side to join the orcs to be free and be herself. How little that served her

"No good deed...goes unpunished" Elphaba played the motto in her head over over and over again. Knowing It to be her life lesson.

"I know where your cub is" in that moment. Elphaba snapped around "you what?where?" She asked. Finding herself back into reality. Not remembering she had been speaking until now. The orc before her nodded and beckoned her to follow. Through the sands and into the forest she was led. For miles she followed until she heard the babbling of of a newborn.

Elphaba ran. Sprinted until right before her slept a newborn orc. She picked the little one up in her arms. The cub stirred. Opening there eyes "blue and green" Elphaba Smiled "you are mine..." hugging the kub tight. She thanked the orc many time over. The cub In her arms her new life. The reason to live. With this cub alive. She to needed to keep fighting she hurried home. Bringing the kub inside and to her room "you're strong...you will thrive my boy...I promise...I won't fail. Not again"

nope. elphaba is still alive and well

not really to the first one...and itd be nice to the second but not required

For anyone who is able/ wanting to try a new character. my orc is looking for a elf that will be her slave. elpahaba caught a slave in rp but i havent heard back from them. so anyone interested pm me here or PM kizumachan ig

Elphaba turns back to the feorc. Sitting next to her. The tattoos that swirl around her arms. Belly. Back. And the side of her neck mostly exposed. "Lat training tu be shaman or hos warrior"

Elphaba growls at the orc who insulted her.barring her tusks "mi am gorkil. I du belun ere. Mi han nub dezire tu Lib wif albai" her eyes swirl red. clearly nothing about her is the same. No longer a little girl conflicted. She has nothing whitewash about her

Elphie nods to the young female orc. "Ug" she replies. Sitting down next to her "lat is meditating?" She asks. Looking for any sign if the young woman is a shaman. She turns to the male orc "ug" greeting him as well. Inviting him to sit down

a figure arives in the orcish city where the gorkil Klan resides walking around feeling the sand under her feet she looks around for anyone nearby pulling down her raggedy old hood her green skin shining like emerald in the moonlight looking up and noticing the late night she turns her head looking around for any decent place to sleep for the night or for anyone around here that could possibly give her directions she ajusts the bag from around her shoulder and takes to leaning against a tree for the moment while she gets her bearings and looks for anyone that could direct her around the foreign city

elphaba begins to pack her things

elphaba laughs,bemused