Johann

An iron-clad magus fell to his knees 'afore the unravelling rift. A fleeting smile passed his visage before his own decimation. "Glorious Purpose." His plan had come to fruition, the deed done. What goes up must come down, and what is started must be finished, the Sword of Damocles fallen.

[!] A letter is dispatched to the fervid Adreniel by way of a Silver Dove, bearing the crest of the Iyathir talonnii and a message tacked onto it: "Do not disappoint me, Elibar'acal." What is thy name? Arelyn Iyathir What is thy race? Mali'thill, what else? From which talonii do thou hail, if mali’thill? Iyathir Art thou pure? Undoubtedly, is this even a question? If not, do thou wish to be? What is thou age? Two hundred and thirty-seven. Dost thou pledge thy troth and loyalty to the Silver Mother, Larihei, and her state? Always.

An estranged Uradir reminisces writing a thesis in the name of his first true beloved. He sheds a single, poignant tear.

"Harkens back to my first proclamations.", spoke Arelyn Iyathir in some distant and sequestered retirement residence. "..Progress, Health and Tradition, let us never forget the deeds of our forebears and honour them through the deeds of our present. Perhaps I ought to return."

Shared sentiments with those above. Warding and abjuration is something that has frankly been out-of-place and useless for transfiguration as a magic. As something poised as a means of antimagic and the arguable pinnacle of magical mastery it's very underwhelming in what it can do. The only solution I see with the subtype is either buffing, outright removal or expanding upon it greatly to expand capabilities and make it a one slot magic on its own as a further allocation to a one slot transfiguration.

Jaskier RP

A retired Sohaer smiled fondly at an old friend's ascension.

Fear the Old Dark (and the nine other spooky fears) Looks good at first glance.

In the confines of a sequestered chamber, an erudite scholar considered the thesis with a particular skepticism initially, leading to a more content and approving resolution enunciated with a sole and sagely nod. "Optimism derived from nihilism, good."

Celebrimbor smiles upon this piece.

Hey I've seen this one before.

HUNTSMAN GRIMOIRE REMASTERED DELUXE GOTY GOLD COLLECTOR'S EDITION (DLC INCLUDED)

"The same tunes sung and danced... The same faults repeated and made.", remarked an 'aheral in his solitude.

OOC ((MC Name: Jygalag)) ((Discord: Johann#9574)) ((Timezone: GMT+6.30)) IN-CHARACTER What is your name? Muriel Uradir. Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? An affinity for the arcane, a duty to all men, an ambition for their flourishing. What arts, if any, do you currently practice? Arcane and occult - plenty. What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance? Archmage Ipsissimus. When should you be contacted for an interview? When portents of the arcane rip and tear across the firmament once more.

I feel the lack of depth behind Kalodorian steel cheapens the whole premise that it is also known as Wraithsteel. For such a title to actually hold water or mean much it should have further effects, uses and just depth in general, as opposed to just being "dark steel weak to holy magic" that you can very easily already make with Pale Blood Magic. There's a lot of untapped potential being missed, though I do appreciate the sentiments of endeavouring to make this work. @gavyn If you're interested in hearing some of my ideas for the lore, feel free to DM me on discord, and I would be more than willing to help with the piece, it has a lot of promise. Johann#9574

A seasoned magi cackled maniacally at the missive from an immaculate marble spire, beyond the Silver Isles.

:( I thought we were something more than strangers man... In all seriousness here are my q's Wyt of me? Wyt of the Abyss...? Are you hyped for Elden Ring (and will you make me Elden Ring skins)?

Void Project 3 (real)

A paladin frowns upon reading GeneralPumpkinCZ's missive. "Why bother aspiring for heathen nonsense when you can serve under the light of GOD?", he pondered.

A magi revels in the creation.

The profane ashes of the fallen Herald seethe in a paradoxical plane, incredulous and spiteful. It remains hellbent upon the gift of true flame, forevermore coveting its sublime truths.

A lone Ephoth looked skywards from the idyllic plains of Elysium, towards the heavens that his draconic foes long lorded over. He pondered when the mettle of his brothers and sisters will be tested again, yet he knew of its inevitablity. After all, it was an impending fate he could only anticipate in the current calm.