bromadan

Sometimes I wonder if Renatus, way back in the day that formed the Empire, was like this too. If so, then I am sad people still look up to that. For the OOC hatred always displayed and the targeting to get pixal power. If not, then what a way to tarnish a legacy. 

https://gyazo.com/52e31a36cb061f4e01c686f5eee939c0 

Alaric looks towards the side at all the corpses he used for the Ritual, blinking a bit. "F**k me... lets do this." 

Bless

Jack Amador stood in the Seven Skies, a smile upon his face as he was finally reunited with his old comrade.

"About time old man.."

I’ve known her for several years, and have seen her hold roles on other servers that helped new players. She was very good at it!! +1

MC Name: Bromadan

Character's Name:

Alaric Falkwick

Character's Age:

48

Character's Race:

Lich

Link to your accepted MA:

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/169166-ma-mysticism-bromadan2_0/

What magic(s) will you be teaching?:

Mysticism

Summarise the Lore of this magic(s):

Mysticism is art of manipulation of a substance known as Ectoplasm. As Lifeforce is to a Necromancer, Ectoplasm is to a Mystic. This is the source of their power and what in turns makes up most of the creations of this art form. Ghosts, spirits, Gravens and Paleknights all have this essential component which in turn makes the Mystic the manipulator of many of these creatures. From humble beginnings a Mystic is adorned in Ectoplasm from a Wight, a master of this artform, in a ritual known as crowning. From there the aspiring Mystic learns and preforms a series of rituals he or she can learn, eventually, if allowed, would ascend to the higher tiers of the Art and ascend to Wightdom. The common trait among Mystics is what occurs once they began to cast their magic. As a Mystic begins to call upon his own pool of Ectoplasm (A mixture of Mana and life-force), their body begins to 'gleam'. Their bodies begin to take on a more transparent appearance, a look more spectral. Their bodies look mummified or corrupted, their flesh peeling. Then, that is when a ritual or spell begins to form at the will of the Mystic.

Write up a lesson that your character would give to a student:

Alaric stepped down from the large rock as he held a small dagger in hand, approaching the newly made Mystic. "Now, what I shall instruct you in is called Saturation. It is when we coat our Ectoplasm along a blade of your choice, either be dagger, sword, axe, anything." He began as he went to stand beside his pupil, showing him the dagger that would be part of the demonstration. The new recruit glanced down towards the blade as he gave a small nod, raising a brow as he watched and listened intently to the Mystic.

"Now first, as always we gleam. Remember? Good, now do such!" Alaric began his clothing and body began to shimmer in a sickly green-blue color, his skin twisting and turning as it flaked and peeled to reveal the corrupted flesh that laid beneath. A truly hideous thing to gaze upon as if it was a rotten corpse wrapped in cloth. Alaric turned towards his pupil with a sly smirk, his crusty lips twisting and breaking at the movements. "Now, do as I do. Come on boy, you know how this works."

And thus the young magic user nodded, a bit terrified at the look of his teacher yet he averted his eyes, taking a deep breath as his body began to become translucent,  though his body did not become as mummified and corrupted as his teacher. A sign of how different they are in knowledge and power they are in the Art form. 

"Good, now. This is a rather simple thing to do yet Saturation leads to several Rituals and spells you may cast. This is the catalyst. What you do is essentially coat your blade with your Ectoplasm. FEEL it pour out of you, creeping along the edge of your weapon. Like so." The Mystic continued as he held out his dagger, a low gasp leaving him as veins of the similar green-blue color crept along the man's fingers and over the blade, making it look corrupted in nature. "See, like this.. Yes, with a blow struck with this dagger the Ectoplasm may pump forth into your foe, causing a variety of outcomes depending on what you wish to do. But, that is for another time. Just focus on doing this without becoming too exhausted." And with that Alaric sheathed the dagger, allowing the Acolyte to practice this technique for the remaining day. 

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

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yes

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

MC Name: Bromadan

RP Name: Rodrik Tullin

Nation: Haense

Age: 22

The Death of an old man

(credit to WesleyChen)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D59NyexPnU8

   The leaves brushed and blew in the wind, a gust that symbolized the season of the Harvest. The colors of the world would change soon, from a vibrant green to a peaceful orange and red. The old man clothed in black, a silver cross hanging from his belt, made his pilgrimage to the great city of Senntisten. Hoping to make amends in the final moments of his life, or so he hoped. Soldiers and warbands from all kinds of Kingdoms patrolled the road networks, checking caravans and citizens alike for enemies of the state. The old priest slipped by without much attention, no one cares for a aged priest that wanders. His bag wrapped around him was clenched tightly to the frail figure of him, not wishing to part from him as his grey eyes glanced off towards the wheatfields of Renatus-Marna. Seeing the workers toil in the fields, gathering the harvest for the coming fall and winter.

   In these moments, when alone and in the presence of GOD and nature, his mind slipped to the older days. From the early days of his childhood as a third-born son to a Noble House. Not much worth to many people. He was not needed to be an heir, to be a marriage made off. No, he didn’t feel that needed. He wore the armor and tabard of his House once, to make him feel powerful and worth something. He had even fought in a battle at the ripe age of 14. He fought against the Romstun hordes as the Empire declared them enemies. The blood that soaked the field, the screams that filled the air, poor Jack didn’t know what to do. He killed a man, shoving a blade through a footman’s back as he was occupied with an Imperial soldier. He took a man's life, who could forgive such a thing….

   ..God can. Young Jack approached a vineyard near the swamps of Marna, exploring in his family’s armor. He assumed nothing of it till he heard a voice call out, “You, boy. Who are you?” Jack turned to find that it was none other than his Holiness, Everard. The boy didn’t know what to do, but kept to his polite manners and did the proper procedures as he was taught. They went inside and talked for a large portion of the day, of GOD and the Church. Perhaps.. GOD could love Jack, to forgive him of anything he might do. Perhaps the Church will have a need of him. And from there on he declared his life to the cloth. From that day a friendship was born between he and his Holiness Everard. A mentor to a student.

   Through the coming years he was arose to a status as the priest of Adelberg, to serve the Cathedral there. Through hard work and diligence Everard appointed him to be Archbishop of the Crownlands of the Empire and even the legate to the Emperor himself. The now old man smiled at the thoughts, proud of his younger self. It was there in Adelburg he fell in love even, with a young woman named Madison. Then to his ascension to the position of Vice Chancellor, it was a day he would never forget. Yet not all of life was good and bountiful.

   Madison had passed on from the world, the lands of Axios embroiled in war with the emergence of Renatus and the declaration of the Third Crusade. It was a time period that caused stress to many, and heartbreak to others.

   The old man stopped before the great walls of Senntisten, having reached his destination. He made his way inside, slowly making his way up towards the great Adamantine Cathedral that overlooked the city, memories flooding him like a tidal wave. He recalled when his great mentor, his Holiness Everard, died. When the Synod was called upon to elect someone new to take the Exalted Throne. He recalls his heavy breathing as he made his speech, and the moment when the votes were called.

“Jack of Mardon..”

“Jack of Mardon..”

“Jack of Mardon..”

“Jack of Mardon..”

   Four votes in his name, with an abstain. He was chosen by his peers and GOD to be the next High Pontiff. Oh how the bells rang with its glorious news, he could even hear the bells ring like they used too. However he stopped himself, a smile soon fading as he saw a man in a familiar suit of armor donning the tabard of the Order of Saint Lucien. His old friend, Rakim..

   They exchanged a few words, then were brought inside the Cathedral. His grey eyes shifted around the great church he once stood in to preach, to talk to Nobles and Commoners alike. He sat himself with a grunt onto one of the pews to relax, exchanging a few more words with Sir Rakim. The Knight questioned Jack about the things he had done, and why, and he gave his best answers that he could. He never regretted any decision he had made. Jack was always a stubborn man to be sure. However chants from the other room echoed, The High Pontiff and his successor, Jude, preached loudly. Rakim mentioned that members of the Royal Family were inside, and best they leave in order to spare Jack any.. Painful execution. A kind gesture, in of itself.

   Outside they stood instead, on the stone and wooden ramparts as they overlooked the city. Words and ideas exchanged, a last conversation they were to have. The old man turned towards his comrade to continue yet Rakim drew a blade out on him. His hand was shaky, Jack’s voice was soft. Jack knew this was what laid before him when he came here, he was Excommunicated after all, it was only right.

“Wish to make peace?” Rakim asked, motioning to the Heavens that laid bright in the sky.

“I made my peace before coming here, in the woods of my journey. I do have one request, however.” The Old Priest asked, his voice low and quiet as a gentle breeze brushed against the two friends.

“Speak.”

“Do not forget the man that I was. The world may stain my name, and i do not blame them. But you, Rakim, do not forget me and the conversations we once had.”

   And with that Jack stood closer to Rakim, a soft grunt escaping him as he felt the steel pierce flesh. The blade sunk deep into his fragile body, easily destroying some vital organs in his stomach.

“I forgive you..” Jack whispered to him, offering a final nod as he slumped down onto the wooden ramparts to seat himself, a pale and sickly hand reaching to cover the wound that was given. It was at this time that the High Pontiff Jude came down as he spotted us, along with a retinue of Soldiers and Clergy. They came to see Jack live in his final moments.

   A brave Holy Knight came quick to Jack, passing Rakim as he went to apply pressure to the wound, telling the old priest to keep it tight. However it was of no use, jack knew. Jude however quickly came to Jack as well, beginning to pray loudly to GOD and the Heavens. Life was slipping away from him, it was close now. His Holiness then lifted the Anathema on Jack, allowing him to ascend to the Seven Skies once more. It was a final peace given upon him, a feeling of solace gifted upon Jack..

“Do not forget the man that I was..”

   The final words of Jack Amador, before his grey eyes peered up towards the Pontiff and his men, before peering up at the starry sky and soon faded into Darkness…

The life of the High Pontiff-Emeritus, Clement the Third,

The man, Jack Amador,

Had breathed his last.   

((OOC Note: Keep OOC comments to a minimum my friends, as always. It was very good RP that occured and I enjoyed every second. Ya boy Brom <3))

Was unaware of it. My B

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I've spoken to Mick only a few times, but each one of those times he was rather a kind fellow. I like em, plus 1

7 minutes ago, A Moongazer said:

"You still fail to address the fact that the so called Canonists of Haense fight alongside the norlandic pagans who actively hunt clergymen and hang nuns from their walls, please address this." says Walter.

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The Pontiff-Emeritus somehow responds in the process! Explain to us why Renatus first decided to forge an alliance with the kinslayers of Krug and a Dominion of Magic using Elves out of desperation. Surely the Defender of the Faith has a reputation of human superiority and repulsing paganism. However, the alliance of Haense and Norland was made after this alliance between Renatus and its goons was formed, out of defense. In your other comments, you mentioned that the OSL was only involved after Haense allied pagans, why not defend the Canonists of Haense from Orcs and Elves? Because Renatus was leading the charge. 

Apostolic Apathy

An Indictment of Moral Perversion by the

Holy Canonist Church

8th of The Deep Cold, 1660

Holy people of GOD,

Never must we forgo our responsibilities as caretakers of the Canon and the virtues imparted to us by the Exalted. However, we know as mortals that our fallacies and errant habits are an intrinsic nature to our very humanity. But, this should not excuse our actions as it is vital that we remain stalwart and vigilant in our own accountability and sinful doings that we have entrenched ourselves in. I write to you, dear brethren in faith, to endure in the tribulations that GOD has presented to us as we test the fortitude of our morality and our consciences to stand firm to expose the corrupt and weaken the vile. Our faith is a guide to salvation. The shepherd herds his flock to the Waters of Gamesh and to the virtues and teachings of the Exalted’s testaments. Yet, our Holy Father has adopted a new ministerial norm: using the crook of his staff to herd the sheep to the wolve’s den! I am convinced now, more than ever that the hierarchy of the Holy Canonist Church has diminished its own spiritual authority in favor of political power as it consorts with the violence of Renatian dominion.

I recall during my tenure as High Pontiff with the care entrusted to me by the Sacred Synod to mediate the tripartite human kingdoms as established by my predecessor to promote the dignity and unity of Horen’s descendants. With the then recent imposition of the Crown of Renatus to His Majesty, Aurelius Canonius Horen, the plight of humanity was negatively altered and I soon feared that the interests of such unity and dignity would be obscured by the ambition of this undeserving behemoth. The then King of Marna His Majesty Fredrick Pius had expressed to me his desire to convoke a meeting to discuss the matters of state and the policies of the Church in this new realm. Unbeknownst to me, the King of Renatus arrived and partook in our deliberations. I recall a draft as a result of their concurrence to establish a dual monarchical hegemony to which I refused, believing it to be an unequal concentration of human greed. It was the strength of the Godhead that I attribute to declining the assent of the Church, and by now, we know what the outcome is as they have structured this very same institution. Many kingdoms have become subject to their incursions and intimidation. The toppling of the Global Assembly and the dissolution of the Czena Confederation are prime examples of their quest to eliminate all those that oppose them rather than respecting institutions that dignify our human unity and peace.

I respond to the accusations made by the barbarians that I used the powers of the Holy Office of the Pontificate and their outlandish belief that my biases favored the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska as Vicar of GOD. I entered ministry when I was fourteen and have lived under the Imperial banner as a proud Canonist of the Heartlands with a keen understanding of the flock. As I near sixty years, I reflect in my ministerial philosophy, to preach the mercy and love of a Creator that does not systematize salvation through the corrupt perversion of the Church and its leaders. I say, with firm conviction and with the Exalted as the witnesses to the truth in my words that these are self-serving assumptions to justify their own puppetry over the Church. My resignation was the culmination of my belief that the Church and that of humanity as a whole would be safely mediated by a successor with great merit and credibility. Little did I know now that this is truly not the case. As I am branded a “puppet” by the horde of barbarians, my successor has acted with the entire interest of Renatus in his mind, absent of any conviction for GOD and unity in the flock and becoming the very puppet of this backward kingdom.

I have sought Faith and Order throughout my Pontificate, the guiding motto of my reign. With these reflections in mind, I find that our Church today has no faith nor order.  I urge His Holiness to reconsider in the nature that he exercises his ministerial authority. The Pontificate is an office above the toils of secular interests. He is the mediator of faith in all of humanity, not just the few.

THE CHURCH BOWS TO NO MORTAL MAN

IN NOMINE DEI,

High Pontiff-Emeritus Clement the Third

Heh.... I can't deny that your memes make me chuckle ACU, even if I am on the other side. Bless you <3

7 minutes ago, Sultan said:

 

So you are saying that you witnessed all this? Seems like you are more than a hundred years old then. Clement III, is no more than a puppet of Hanesti, and he is no longer Clement III since he removed himself from office and undignified himself by unbecoming a priest even. Furthermore, your words fall on deaf ears, and your preaching of the Gospel is out of its place. Charity and Humility is given onto God not onto heathens and Undead. You are a buffoon if you think otherwise. - A letter is sent back with these words. "PS, learn what Kin-slaying means you sack of Savoyard shite." 

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Clement thought about it for a moment, and he was right. He did resign. But he was a Pontiff-Emeritus, and therefor when such a title was used he used his Pontifical name. He assumed a defender of the faith would know such. However, he also thinks on how he was called a puppet of Haense yet never really did anything for them in the long run of things. But I suppose when you have to get rid of one puppet you have to get one yourself. 

4 minutes ago, senor_tortuga said:

 

[!] Birds are sent out to all Global Assembly staff- the letter is written in the blood of a Haenseti bystander

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The accounts 're FALSE! I Tajo and my acquaintance Ruk are the soul perpetrators of the act of terror. Consider this the Southron  Confederacy's act of resignation from the Global Assembly. And I repeat, Renatus had NOTHING to do with this- at all.

 

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The Pontiff-Emeritus Clement the Third looked at one of such letters, as he was present during this massacre and managed to escape unharmed. He hummed...

"Well that is odd, there were more than two, and I know I seen a few before who happen to be with Renatus. Odd indeed.. Luckily this edict is not about such a massacre!" 

The Pontiff-Emeritus Clement the Third gave a firm nod at the D'Aryn's work, glad he helped out with what he could and happily obliged in adding his signature to the parchment. 

Alaric slaps his knee! He found something amusing to say the least, yet was glad his hatred against Shade and Witch was finally in the Right.

50 minutes ago, Malgonious said:

I too came from LoA, as with @bromadan.  Not a lot of us left from that community, good to see an old face come through.

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*Sweats heavily, getting PTSD*

I'll give her a plus one

Jack Amador, a now humble Monk that travels from Kingdom to Kingdom in pilgrimage stopped himself as he saw the new Golden Bull. His old gray eyes scanned the contents before bobbing his head, now fully and completely proud of what his successor has accomplished! He signed the cross before adjusting the grip on his Shepard's staff, making his way off the road with a few valuable things left in his possession. 

Brother Jack hummed to himself, thinking about what to do... and you know what? Every man needs GOD! Jack Amador signed the post

Alaric squints his eyes

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