Josh3738

Ser Alwyn frowned and shook his head as he read through the missive before tossing it into the fireplace. He'd stare out the window of the keep, commenting to himself as he stewed in his discontent. "If they weren't our enemies before, surely they are now. Bannin' tattoos... Banishin' children... I'm so pleased th' Curia's focusin' on th' real issues."

"GOD, I wish Father Toni was still with us."

8 hours ago, ECS1999 said:

Pending.

Teacher already has 3 students under the TA, please specify if any of them are done with their studies.

Pepto's done.

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THE ALKAYABAN COMPANY CHARTER

Issued the 7th of the Amber Cold, in the Year 165 of the Second Age

ESTABLISHED BY THE ROYAL BANK OF NÚMENDIL

    In pursuit of ever greater and continuing prosperity of the Kingdom, the Royal Bank of Númendil does hereby grant this letter of certification to the Alkayaban Company, hereafter referred to as ‘the Guild’, under the stewardship of the Honorable Mazra et-Sûhalar. Herein are dictated those rights to be afforded to the Guild and its members, as well as its duties and responsibilities to the Crown.

I. The Guild shall be hereafter granted access to those industries and facilities operated by the Beneficiary, for the purposes of fulfilling its obligations.

II. The Guild shall have full authority over the hiring and dismissal of personnel, and likewise shall assume full responsibility for its own accounting and all salaries paid to said personnel.

III. The Guild shall pay an annual chartering fee of one-hundred minas to the Beneficiary, and fulfill its annual quota of required materiel. All other profits shall be maintained for expenses incurred by the Guild. 

IV. The Guild shall, in a timely fashion, fulfill any and all contracts with which the Beneficiary presents it. Otherwise, the Guild may contract with whomever it so chooses, provided such actions are not counter to Royal interests.

Signed,

Ser Alwyn II of the House Glennmaer, Royal Castellan of the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Lord of Formindon, Templar of the Archangel Michael, and Knight of the Realm

Mazra et-Sûhalar, Master of the Alkayaban Company

The Castellan nodded as he read through the missive. "As it should be. Our enemies are driven out or else beaten. There's no honor in slaughterin' those who remain."

Ser Alwyn finally realizes this wasn't just the ramblings of some visitors at the gate as one of the scribes hands him a copy of the missive. His thoughts drift to the idea of undoing his duty belt and patrolling the city for those responsible. "Hmm. . . We'll see."

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Bhudand simply nods upon hearing the news, his expression hidden behind his helmet as he slid the blank Dwed Corp Form F1 back into the filing cabinet.

11 minutes ago, SimplySeo said:

@Josh3738

"Our GOD is an awesome GOD." The knight said with a smile, reminiscing about the barrows as he prepared for the feast.

Ser Alwyn joins the others who were informed after the battle in a small vigil. With watery eyes and a bowed head, the templar muttered a quiet prayer. "Until we meet again in the Skies."

"T' victory or death. Th' darkspawn will not be tolerated." Ser Alwyn would mutter as he stared at a selection of maps in the midst of a now bustling war room.

Ser Alwyn smiled on hearing of the commendation, also pleased that his aurum razor wire had done its job so well, and busied himself with the burning of the dead and the restoration of the city.

"Glad we're finally goin' t' deal with th' bastards. It's gettin' a bit obnoxious for th' grandkids t' have t' keep kickin' 'em out." The elder templar nods approvingly on seeing the missive before busying himself with shining his warhammer.

MC Name:

         Josh3738

Character's Name:

         Alwyn Glennmaer

Character's Age:

         103

Character's Race:

         Adunian

Link to your accepted MA:

        https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/223888-malchediael039s-radiant-templars-ma-josh3738/

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

         Malchediael's Radiant Templars

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

Overview         

Marked as Templars of the Aengul Malchediael, folks with this magic are a more melee type of magic user who value honor and strive for glory. As one of the "holy" magics, templars use their blessings to hunt darkspawn with dark CA affecting abilities and trophies of certain other CAs being a later part of the magic.

Progression & Abilities
Starting by being initially imbued with Malchediael's light by a templar teacher, the new templar will find themselves extremely weak for a time (about a week) before they regain their strength and progress through the rest of the tiers of the magic via lessons and irl time. In doing so, they'll unlock a number of different abilities from the combat side of things to blind (burst body), protect (bulwark), and go on the attack (vig blow). On the less combative side, things like enthralling recount, trophies (though also kinda combat depending on CA), and bonfires bring a more mythical, story aspect to the magic through retellings of great deeds and interesting, functional artifacts. These abilities are coupled with the templar taking on some of the aspects of the Aengul himself (through bold and brash mainly but it's a general theme for the magic), finding themselves more inclined to meet challenges with honor and fervor, feeling off should they shy away from them. Even disconnection involves a degree of honor and directness with a straight up duel deciding the outcome.

Are there different sections or subsections of magic? Can those be elaborated upon?

Nope

Can you give an example of a casting emote, of a spell of your choice?

Burst Body

Ser Alwyn plants his feet, bending his knees and lowering his form into a braced position as he begins to focus on his inner courage. As he concentrates, small shafts of radiant white light begin to peak out from gaps between the plates of his armor and he closes his eyes. [1/2]

[!] After a beat, the light shining out from the knight's plates bursts outwards in a blinding flash of radiant light. Those within 10 meters of him who had failed to avert their gaze would be blinded by the flash, the sound of the fight around them growing muffled. [2/2]

((Would clarify in looc or dms about the next emote being blinded, the one after being less blind, etc.))

Can you give an example of a teaching-emote (interacting with another) of a spell of your choice?

Bound Armament

Ser Alwyn stood in the courtyard beside his son, his hand pulling the crystalline warhammer from his belt as he began to speak. At his touch, a soft radiant glow would surround the implement. "Alright, for this next one I want ye t' take out yer axe. Now that ye're strong enough an' learned enough, ye'll find it becomes bound t' ye. See th' glow? Through th' Archangel's blessin' it'll take on all th' good darkspawn-killin' properties that we know an' love from aurum."

Ser Alwyn stands off to the side of his son, watching as he'd repeat his father's actions. After letting him marvel at the glow of the weapon for a moment or two, he'd look to the other side of the courtyard, tossing his hammer with a long, underhanded throw where it landed with a thud about 6 meters away. "Yours as well." He'd give a nod to his son, expecting him to do the same.

Ser Alwyn looks to his hammer where it lay beside his son's axe, beginning to focus on his inner courage as he spoke aloud what he was intending. "Ye'll find it truly is bound t' ye." He'd gesture out again to the weapon, extending his palm to it as it shook slightly in the dirt. "Reach out t' it. Focus as ye've focused before an' will it back t' yer hand." [1/2]

Ser Alwyn holds his hand wide as the hammer jumps from the ground, sailing through the air and landing back in his hand where it once more takes on the soft, radiant glow at his touch. His gaze would turn to his son, watching and nodding with approval as he repeated Alwyn's weapon summoning with his axe. "Well done, lad." [2/2]

Say your student powergames during or after teaching, how do you reprimand that?

If it's during, it should be an easy correction in dms or vc to say "that's going a bit further than the spell can actually go" and maybe clarifying on whatever was confusing. If it was after the fact, I'm more than happy to circle back to something and reteach in the same manner. Obviously anything more than that or with repetitive issues and it'd be time to bring some st in to help clarify.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         Nope

Do you agree to keep the ST updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.

         Nope

...for the road.

[Tunes]

The cliffside road was bathed in the rays of the setting sun, cutting through the thick curls of smoke that rose from the shrinking cigar in the old dwarf’s hand. His journey had been a long one thus far, his strength waning with each passing mile until he’d been forced to take a break on the side of the road. With an admittedly spectacular view, massive mountains cut through the clouds above him, dipping low into long valleys that stretched as far as the eye could see from his seated perch atop the roadside boulder. His mind began to wander again, reminiscing as he often did these days…

Centuries had come and gone since the old man, a dwed well beyond his prime, had laid eyes upon the stonework of his kin. Yet he stepped between columns as familiar to him as those of Kal’Azgoth upon entering the Grand Kingdom once more. Through the gates of the dwarven capital, intricate patterns etched into imposing defenses were as much a home to him now as they were in the first days he stepped off the boat and joined Paragon Omithiel, then the Grand King. Even now, his first king’s memory echoed in the work of their descendents as a new age of dwed toiled to carve a life of prosperity from the earth itself.

As dwarves had passed him in the street, there were few he recognized and even fewer he knew well enough to greet. Had he truly been gone so long that all of his friends and comrades were gone? With each dwed he knew and greeted, his words came at greater cost, the coughs that had tormented him for months growing stronger with every effort. He thought it wouldn’t be much longer when he departed the city, intent on making his way north to see his kin in Khron’Hundmar before he was finished. Even as he considered this, another wave of coughing racked his form, causing him to double over for a moment until the fit passed and he straightened once more.

Flicking the spent cigar into the ravine, he considered how it wasn’t always this way. In his youth, he’d been a mighty warrior, standing shoulder to shoulder with the other legionnaires in matching, well-kept armor as he faced down orc, human, and demon alike on battlefields long since enshrined in legend. From the toppling of empires to the settling of grudges, the exploits of him and his kin, his friends, washed over him and a smile spread across his face as he thought to take pen to paper and begin writing a final letter, inspired by the setting sun.

Though it would take many days to write, it was this letter that he’d press into the hands of one of the last Irongrinders, his son, as he said his final farewells in the halls of Khron’Hundmar. Sickness eating at him, the ancient dwed was led to a small chamber and made comfortable. With final instructions given and farewells said, he lay back in the bed with heavy eyelids, and silence greeted him as he drifted into his final sleep. From his limp grasp, a small, crystalline statue of a noble dwarf holding out his hand to a smaller dwarf, offering help, rolled onto the bed.

Personally handed over by Darek or otherwise delivered, an envelope would make its way to a number of dwarves and friends of the old man. Within each would be a copy of the letter and a single cigar.