Lord_of_losers

cool! :)

glassing of winburgh mentioned epic

ᴀ ʙᴏɴʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴀ ᴛɪɴʏ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪᴍᴘᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴄᴜʙᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴇᴇꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪɴᴇᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ. "ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ? ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ. ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ɪ ʟɪᴇᴅ. ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ᴡᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ."

far too much in a single post, across multiple magics, this will be denied (i think)

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ big true i only write this stuff for new baby mages who get scared of powergaming

yes but shittier and more available to all mages

hi, i think it would be neat to have these two abilities for all mages for non-combat related flavour and stuff :) please consider. thank you. Minor Telekinesis [Non-Combat] Telekinesis was once a widespread form of magic, but nowadays it has been reduced to little more than a single spell learned by students of transfiguration. Born out of a desire for convenience, a former master of the magic sought to create a cantrip level spell that all mages should be capable of, provided they know just a little bit about how the world works. Imbuing an object with mana, the caster can then manipulate its position in the world. Prestidigitation [Non-Combat] Each of the elemental evocations requires a great deal of time investment in order to learn the nature of what it is they wish to evoke. However, most students of magic are also familiar enough with the flame of a candle, the wetness of water, or a windy day. This knowledge proves sufficient in evoking forth the barest whispers of an element, sufficient enough for incredibly minor displays of magic.

This amendment serves to make 'summon weapon' a little cooler. Right now you can only summon a weapon from a voidal pocket. This amendment will allow you to summon a weapon from its sheath, or some other place on your person. It does not act as a draan bind, nor can you recall a weapon to your hand if it is dropped or disarmed. I just think it would be neat if I also had the option of summoning the weapon to my character's hand from the sheath. That's pretty much it. It's an incredibly minor tweak. I have bolded the amended portions for your convenience. It's just a wording change and a redline added to enforce those changes. Also hi to anyone that wants to comment. I will be claiming that my character made these changes IRP by casting a big spell or something. Look forward to that if it passes. 👍 CURRENT AMENDMENT

Sarah Artenin, after some thought, sends forth a bird. It contains few words, and a signature. "I will buyout the Argentum. - Sarah Artenin."

Canondom looked upon the events of Winburgh as a communal sin; of Canonists, and of Magi. They said that no such act should ever come to pass again. Because to gather a throng of magi, protected by an army, to then perform a collective act to level a single keep, was far too much power for mortal hands... Yet here they were now with a weapon of mass destruction parading itself as an Aengul. It does the trick far better, and with much more ease than a gathering of magi. Sarah could make much commentary on this; of power, hubris, followed by many scathing remarks. But the thing that really pissed her off was that they burned her god-damned cactus. She knew that Hohkmat would fall. It was inevitable. But Sarah had hoped that in their wickedness and depravity, her cactus would be spared. Bastards.

Sarah Artenin, long time friend of Gregorius Roa, opened up the letter. 'Hello Sa'ah, if you're reading this I, Gregorius Roa, am dead. P.D I WON THE RACE!!! SEE YOU UP THERE YOU SLOW-POKE!!!' She just shook her head and laughed... His last joke cut through the sadness she might have otherwise felt. She wishes him well, wherever he ended up.

better yet make it 2 years

"Godspeed, Gundanat."

"Ridiculous. I was seeking peace. It was because of these letters I got to sit before the Pontiff." She grew more weary by the day. "What am I to do? Lay down and die? Ridiculous." She said to nobody but thin air, becoming more and more bitter by the hour.

Somehow some way, from some mystical far off place, a pink coloured paper with a name makes it way into the ballot box. SARAH ARTENIN IS NOMINATED FOR THAIN.

(IGN): lord_of_losers Name (RP): Sarah McMiddleName Artenin Age: Very old Race: Wizardess Who you're voting for: Spuds[] | Capt'n Took[] Sarah Artenin[X]

pure creasing wheeze material

[!] A mass of missives are dispersed across Aevos, so that none would be ignorant of what was done. To the accomplices of the so-called ‘Riftmakers Association’, known consorts of Iblees’ kind; vile warlocks, doomsday necromancers, demonic scourge - those who claw at monstrous power that would stop at nothing to further unsettle the equilibrium of light and dark - know this: You are anathema to morality, and you shall pay the ultimate price for it. In 1984, an alliance of descendants snuffed out the abominable project of the Riftmakers Association; a tear of immense proportion that if left unchecked would have posed dire consequences for not just the surrounding land, but the continent itself. Rallying together a force of Canonists, Norlanders, Templars, Druids, Nevaehlenites, and Magi of Hohkmat, the tear was obliterated. A years’ worth of effort produced cannon-bores and cannonballs, forges burning from sunset to sundown for spears and steed-armour. Apothecaries laboured tirelessly to concoct boons for every last edge possible in the first step of this war effort. Even the Druii mustered their finest to restore the balance on this day. The conflict did not last long, owing to the overwhelming firepower levied against the ruinous forces. One-by-one the enemy would be felled as the battlefield was plunged into a sea of fire, spells, crossbow-bolts, and potion-blight. Even with a cameo from the Red Lich himself, alongside an emerging half-formed Horror, our forces persevered, broke through their guard, and slaughtered the routed apostates. The craven amongst them fled only to be cut down like rats. The Druii took point once the battle was over, marshalling their power to cordon off and seal the devastating wave that would follow the tear’s destruction, rendering it all but inert. Once the last of them had moved from the firing line, Norland rolled forth her mighty battery of cannons, unleashing a thunderous rain of ammunition that sent the tear sinking in on itself. What remains is a small, insignificant hollow that will soon follow its predecessor in ceasing to exist. Let the dark smile, jeer and taunt in their immortality. Let them flaunt their lack of humanity. They will scheme, and they will crawl into the light, time and time again, sometimes joined by mortal allies - but it will not matter. They and their masters will share the same damned fate: total and indiscriminate annihilation. I extend sincere thanks to all who answered the call for aid; to those who set aside their differences to fight harmoniously alongside unexpected allies, under my unexpected leadership. Should the need once more arise to stand against the long dark, I pray that you shall again take up arms in our shared struggle. I AM SHE CALLED Friend of Oblazek's Folk, Sage of Hohkmat, Mistress of Stars.

could always use the same emote count as fire evo Should fire be exposed to a vital region for more than four emotes, the victim will begin to die unless unaided quickly. blue fire does it in 2 if that helps. idk.

Sarah Artenin, The Great Sage, Witch of the Profane Flame, Luminary of Ayathel, Caster of Artenin's Ruination and most importantly Wife of Faeryel Artenin, looked upon yet another missive from The Riftmakers Association. It was with a sigh that she held it in hand, staring at its contents. Perhaps, she thought, she'd pen a letter. That was all.

It came to her in a dream; a sanctum of lucidity that held very few unwanted mysteries. But there it was: an object she could not will away. It was a lamp, of all things, that she seemed to fixate on, on this night. Tentatively she reached for its pull switch. Click It was not darkness she saw, but instead the absence of anything at all. Here, there was no light, nor sound, nor anything to touch her senses. Knowing she was asleep proved to be of comfort; in here, her head, she was in control. She could not be harmed. Whatever foulness sought to be levied against her, she was confident it could be repelled like so many other interlopers before. Stipples of white dots begin to turn on, one by one, expressly blanketing the impossible darkness with light. The lamp was one, and had become many. It comes far too suddenly for description to do it any good. Blinding, searing, scorching light.. And yet...? Nothing. The pain that was supposed to come from this cataclysm never came. Sarah found herself in the middle of the crack itself - the eye of the storm, so to speak, upon a glass platform. From her platform, she viewed this ululating crack - but could not hear it. It is a blemish. A black mark. A stain. And it did not welcome her. She felt herself falling suddenly, glimpsing only for a moment the vaguest idea of where this rift might be, as she was dragged down into the abyss. "Shit. Here it comes." She thought. A grasping claw built of a sickening, cryptic poison that sought to take her form- Click She had not realised it until just then but the pull switch was still in hand, and she'd instinctively yanked it. Stirring from her sleep, her senses found themselves returning. It was not a particularly harsh rousing. After all, this singular moment was but hypnic jerk. The crackling of a fireplace. Familiarity. Safety. Company. Home.

"Hey that's me!" Sarah Artenin, Mistress of stars, says with a big smile!

"Bro really wrote a missive about advancing magic, and didn't think to transmit it magically in any way? Naaaah, that's crazy." Said Sarah Artenin with a great sense of disappointment, "Mediocrity." With that, she psionically launched this exact reply straight into Undeadre's brain, forcing him to hear the palpable disapproval in her voice.

actually who cares tbh