Graceful Bucko

EVERYTHING i'VE EVER WANTED IN A MAGIC. PLEASE.

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Superb, absolutely phenomenal. Marry me.

This will prove I am either entirely inept, or not as inept as you think I am. Likely the latter. Excuse any awful spelling or grammatical dipshittery as it is 2 in the morning and I've been up since 5 the day before. A bedraggled sage-esque Orcish woman would saunter into any city or town with a large populus, clearly dazed and emaciated. She’d creep to the largest group she could find, regaling her tale of the spirits informing her of a grand catastrophe that’d lead to a great finding. Later she would tell the group who accepted the task that she is a shaman, despite how obvious she may have made that fact. They would trek deep into the spookiest bit of whatever the new map is called, as we will switch to it in less than a week, and eventually come across a frightfully deep chasm in a massive basin, which would later be found to be a drained lake.. The shaman would warn the group of the perils beneath, and I’d [!] to make it seem as lackluster and typical as possible to breed suspicion about the group. After some time, the shaman would shout at the group, continuing to warn them. Either after some time still, or after someone would inquire how dangerous, the shaman would tell them She’d show them, and ask for the party to stand back. She’d rip a dried and marred skull, whose openings would be sealed with fat and sand, from her bandolier of many shaman-y things, and toss it in the hole. A fiery heat and light would wash out of the hole, provided with a noise similar to a flood. The shaman would shriek to the group to run up to the shore of the basin as an awful sludge would spring from the chasm. The shaman would make it out in time. The goop fills the majority of the once-lake’s basin, sloshing up in a slight wave that’d pool at the slight of the shore, before reeling back into its mass. In the puddles’ pseudo-nucleus, deduced by its darker colouration, would be a blackish boulder, quite hefty in size. The sludge would quiver and quake, shifting about to eventually come alive. I’d [!] something pertaining to the fact that the lake was filled with a puddle of death, just so everyone was clear on that. The shaman would stutter, stepping back aways in disbelief and mumbling something about the spirits because shaman. She’d shout at the party to keep the beast away from her as she’d do her work, being as vague as possible, to aid with the suspense. She’d request the group to allow her back into the trees or some equal convenient vision-obscuring device for long enough for her to call for a favor. If arguing would ensue, I’d bolster the severity of the situation via the blob slamming wads of itself into the ground or something similar. If still the group would deny the Shaman the clearance to hide behind something, I’d have the blob do something rather distracting so everyone wouldn’t focus on the Shaman for a moment. Once she is obscured, I will interact with the party as the slime for an amount of time deemed fitting, at which point the bit of obscuring nature the shaman hid behind would cough an animal of fire, which would sprint into the jiggling mass of blob. The canid engulfed in flame would charge through the goo, entirely unimpeded, as its heat is enough to dissipate the slime into a foul smog, which too would dissipate into basically nothing. From the three other cardinal directions would charge similar beasts of flame, that’d cut into the thing that consumed the lake. The creatures would pool in the centre of the slime, chasing each other in a seemingly-choreographed circle, slinging whips of heat through the basin of sentient sludge. The ropes of expanding heat would sling further and further, ending the bizarre ceremony with the tendrils of fire scraping at the basins shoreline. The blob is entirely evaporated, along with the wolves, whom sizzle out into a quaint nothing after their deed is complete. The group would likely not understand at first, and should they not deduce that the random flame-wolves weren't conjured by nothing, I’d emote the shaman groaning or somesuch. Upon the hopeful locating by the group, the shaman would be in deep concentration, mumbling words unknown to any lest they understand the True Blah. They would be visibly shaken, and likely looking as though on the verge of death, as her disheveled state mentioned at the beginning of this awful spiel was not remedied. Should she be disturbed in any way during this bout of gibbering, her mental connection to the spirit realm would quickly severe, shattering her fragile psyche, whereupon she’d bury the smaller end of her staff into her eye, pressing it further until her demise. Should her True Blah requests be allowed to finish by the party, She’d end her connection, and peer to the group with a frightened, thousand-metre stare. If anyone would touch her, she’d collapse as though dead. Should anyone continue to try and tug her back to some form of safety, she’d flip a **** and begin smashing and clawing at the party. Around the beginning of the party’s interactions with the gibbering shaman, a peaceful storm would be forming, with lazy clouds bobbing about to assimilate into larger versions on themselves. The only gesture the shaman would offer, is propping a palm facing the lake on her knee, with a finger stretching towards the basin should the party still now understand what she was asking of them. Upon the party’s hopeful inspection of the lake, which would be caked in foul ash, they would come across a meteorite, entirely whole, laying near the chasm the sludge creeped out of. It is likely a large slime lived about the lake, and the meteorite slammed into the centre of such a lake, causing the lake’s water and any slime dwelling within it to sink into the massive chasm caused by the falling rock, in turn causing the slime to assimilate into one massive slime, which would swell to even larger size via absorbing the water drawn into the chasm. The shaman would not interact with the group apart from the ways mentioned above, she’s asked too much of the spirits and in return they’ve stolen her sanity with the aid of Ixli. Should anyone who speaks True Blah wish to study her babblings before her inevitable starvation, they would learn much, as Ixli’s mind-tearing inducts the knowledge of several well-learned scholars within oneself. The meteorite is enough of a size to lug back to a village with the aid of the party, though carrying would likely be much easier if broken in chunks. The shaman perishes, and will perish no matter what any would do. Weird-ass idea conjured from nothing, sorry if its shite. Sorta not, because creativity, but sorta am at the same time. Please, tell me how awful I am in the comments, It makes me feel as though I lack a skeleton. Sorry about the textwall too Sleepy

Another note has been tacked to the acceptance notice "What of the researcher application?"

Researcher Application MC Name : epic_raccoon Name ((RP) : Ularoth Race : We are unsure, our previous was Mali, You may decide for yourself as to what exactly we are. Do you agree to the terms and conditions? Wholeheartedly Test Subject Application MC Name : epic_raccoon Name ((RP)): Ularoth Race : See above. Do you agree to the terms and conditions? See above. A note is clipped below the two applications bound end to end. "Greetings Tarren & Dared, how are you? Great, probably. We would like to warn you ahead of time that our form is a bit peculiar, and that it may be considered strange to most. Worry not, this is not due to anything nefarious such as sacrificial rituals or something similar, we are just odd. You will notice too that we have applied for both the position of Researcher and Test Subject, this is because we're very capable of doing both. If needed, we may discuss partial time allotted to both occupations, as it may be a concern of yours that we would not be as productive if bound to both at the same time. As a token of our appreciation should our applications be accepted, we will bring in several kegs of excess honey we've had lying about. The Irongut clan was very fond of it, and paid quite handsomely for three. In addition to our assured capabilities in testing a variety of probably dangerous things on ourselves with reckless abandon, we're quite brawny, and likely able to lift anything too hefty for other staff to bother with. Paired nicely with this is our knowledge of metallurgy, gained by one of our past incarnations. The last bit of the former sentence might seem strange, and that's because it is! Worry not, it isn't important. Thank you, and good luck with your endeavors."

These are not conjured from the void, thus Geomancers could not powergame them.

Are they similar to Team Ico esque Colossus? Cause that's sort of what I was going for.

oh my god praise for something i do blimey 0////0

As a puppeteer who would benefit in no way from this, I +1. Great work hex.

“Deep within the earthen frame, lies guardians none should irk, for should their patrons be conjured from the ground, colossal foes will lurk.” ~Unknown Scribe Dwelling within the mantle of the greater regions where Anthos and the Fringe reside in, lie mounds of rock guarding something ominous. Their stature varies, but even the smallest tower over the tallest Orc. Their purpose is unknown by most, though if they are capable of perishing, one may discover the reason their stoney hides trudge about the grounds they were birthed by. All of them, upon their temper prodded, gain the will of a volcano, and will ceaselessly guard their birthing grounds from any who dare to try their hand at harming them. Their intent is not to harm, for that is no guardians wish. Their awakening bellows a sound hearty enough to travel a continent, as does their monstrous footfall. Should a city be approached by a beast, they will be warned. Their hardened flesh is entirely impenetrable, and only the mar of being born from the elements may be struck to harm them. This disfiguration is unique from being to being, and is known to hum faint hues of light upon its discovery. OOC Information The purpose of writing this was so that I could slay a bit of boredom and add an interesting way that ET could RP giants, along with a reason. Another frequent Lore writer has mentioned writing up Colossus lore, and should they post it I will request this be removed as a source of information permitted to ET. Also, if you’re thinking it sounds extremely vague, that is because that was the intent, with how much room there is to wriggle in your own flavor of RP, you could have Colossi of the sea or something equally rad. If you’d like to use this lore should it be accepted and you are an ET, and cannot think of a way to apply something unique and intriguing to your event, PM me, I’ve got a few ideas. Apologies for the run-on sentences, they drive me nuts during reviews but I cannot think of ways to replace them, ‘spose I should get better at writing.