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Ye I believe Naz is moreso based on "if you have this much Malleus in you then you can perform x" but I could be wrong.

Catgirls are ruining my life

Elaborate

+1 submit as lore plz

Theodora signs up without her sister's consent.

first

Xan demands service, not worship, that's how its always been. You can worship another, i.e. the Creator, All-Father, etc, so long as you are upholding what Xan demands- service in his war to defend the descendants from the bad things.

To be clear, ST, if you complain about fluff and that is a reason you try to deny it, I will find you. +1, well written and thought out

Ur all pathetic mortals

Edit Log: 5/14/2021 Clarified Frost Witch purge area slightly Removed Necro from purge list Lowered bulwark cast count Specified that bulwark is channeled Clarified that magic does not go through bulwark shield Snipped up Purge list/made it tidier 5/16/2021 -Updated the Enchant information replacing Frontal Wall with Vindicator's Defense -Changed Vindicator's Defense to fit the format of the current lore page 5/24/2021 -Changed Sunlit splint to fit the format of the current lore page 5/31/2021 -Updated guide pages and finished the suggested edits

Medic RP is already fun, its mostly up to the patient and how well they understand how the body works etc.

Yet from within the Elysium clinic lays a victim of Orenian cruelty. Aobh Aldin, with her left calf's tendon severed and the wound in her stomach reopened and restitched, holds her infant son close. His big, blue eyes, looking up at her with worry, tears on the verge of streaming down his face. Truly, he was of the same heart she was at that age. "Shh, you're okay, its okay." She'd murmur softly, tone motherly to the boy, her left hand ruffling his hair. With painful, slow movements, she would sway the boy back and forth ever so slightly, each breath and shift in posture a reminder of the agony in her abdomen. "Ne tears, oem'ii." She'd murmur, slowly coaxing the boy into slumber, herself unable to find that peace. "Orenian cruelty." The medic mused, chin atop her sleeping son's head. A quiet inhale as she reflected on the day and what had transpired- how her son had almost lost his mother. Silver-grey hues closed in pain and reflection, unable to sleep. Blissfoil seemed to do little for her, the pain she endured emotionally driven in nature, a cut untreatable by a medic's herbs. - New snowfall, a cold day, but then, this was the North and she had learned to adapt to the harshness of weather, the peacefulness of life here. Yet, perhaps the peace and quiet she and Kaelan had found, the things that had made her want to settle down here, was long gone.. Herself, unarmed, in civilian clothes, simply caught outside of the walls at the wrong time. Erik Othaman and someone unknown to her rising as though shadowy monsters, their blades suddenly at her throat, the unknown man's attempt to behead her. "Come on, lets not be hasty!" Erik had squealed with piggish delight. Animals, all of them, eager to slaughter and destroy. "I'm ne the one attacking an unarmed medic." She'd retorted, eyes dull. So little to live for... and yet.. to die to beings so far beneath her, her inferiors in every way?...it wasn't time, not yet. Her own grasping of Dilly's wrist, her attempt to flee... The agony of being tackled to the snow, the stitches of her stomach ripping open. For half a moment she thought back to her own youth, when she had saved Erik after the Orenians had abandoned him to bleed out after a goblin attack outside of Helena. She thought to mercy, and how others always held it over each other's heads when they pretended to grant it. She knew there would be no mercy as the snow under her grew crimson. "I'm sorry it had to turn out this way, Aobh." A familiar voice, that of Caspian. The blade of his sword dragged along her calf, severing the tendon. Thusly, too, did she briefly think of the time she had done her best to save the person he loved most. Burning, agonizing pain. Two blades to her throat and then... "Halt, Orenian scum." The Elysium rally. She allowed her face to fall into the snow, eyes shut. The world around her was strangely numb, the once white snow now a horrible shade of red. Yet still, safety from the tormentors without morals. Everything was a blur. Vaguely, she knew she was dying, she knew the armies stood in opposition over her soon to be corpse, but her thought was only of Kaelan and Nehtamo, of how she couldn't leave them as her mother had left her family when she was young, and so she clung to that final string of life. - "Where is my Malii'mal?"