Draiden

Aedan sat in his barren court, hidden amongst the backalleys of Alisgrad as he read over a missive sent to him by the... Chancellor? Chamberlain? He didn't quite know the difference, nor did it matter. To him, it was just another honorific given to some stooge to handle minor administrative tasks for the crown anyways. The nature of the missive, however, was quite troubling, and he had many restless nights fighting himself over what to do about it.

He had a lot of pride for what he and his lineage were, as furtive as it seemed to be. A long line of warriors and scholars, bred from bloodlines of royalty, fighters, heroes, alchemists, drunkards and scoundrels. Through the eyes of his predecessors, Norland had always been watched since the foundations of Seahelm were laid centuries ago. He wondered what they would say; how they would react to behold Alisgrad now. He was unsure of what they'd think of it. It didn't matter much anyways.

Where was Aedan's  beloved lineage now? Living in an alley and written off until needed to do what must be done. It seemed a common theme, at least in recent generations - no one had the courage to do what was right except the Farettos, and the Farettos always suffered for it. A price to pay for everything, he figured. Half of his body lost to the tides of Svarlandic chaos and a war that some thought would never end, and no thanks but continued service to a crown that could not bear its own weight. Some predecessors took that mantle with such a ravenous fervor, but not him. Such a warm-hearted soul was not meant to be a dog of war.

An age of heroes came and past, and Aedan was merely a bystander... At least he didn't feel like a hero. Heroes were celebrated, and he felt like any decision he made would be met with ridicule regardless of what he said. No other paths to take except the one that led away.

He gathered up what little possessions he had left after the sacking of Varhelm and left his cold corner of the new city. He felt old, weighed down by the mistakes and responsibilities inherited from his forebears. Yet he felt somewhat liberated as he left through the front gate - as if the weight had been lifted for his new path into the unknown north. The path of the Warrior Priest.

In Alisgrad, the rumored legend of the Barrel King hopefully lived on, though its newest denizens hardly knew what it meant. His last notes would seem nonsensical to them, but yet they managed to resonate with a few.

Peace out, everyone.

Aedan raises an eyebrow at the missive. "... Who the hell is Vangel?"

Aedan smirked at the flyer, he himself being a travelling doctor. "Why didn't I think of doing this? This is great."

Somewhere in Varhelm, a Red Priest laments the passing of Father Paco. "Adios, Padre."

Aedan Faretto knew only two basic rules to fighting - hit the enemy, and don't get hit by the enemy. He thought about all the confusion as to whether or not Oren "won" this raid, despite not setting foot into the city. A lot of people showed up to both fight and be fought, but less of his comrades in purpose not littered mass graves on the Haenseni roadside, and he himself managed to walk away from it with only minor injuries.

"The best success is coming out ahead of people whose entire livelihood is fighting and nothing else, I suppose."

Aedan Faretto would go back home to Norland alongside his brothers, relatively silent among the whooping and hollering of "IRON FROM ICE!!" from Norland's sons and daughters. He had no personal qualms with the Ferrymen, and ultimately didn't quite understand what business the people of the Rimeveld had in the conflicts of Eastfleet...

... But he had to admit, he'd almost forgotten how fun it was to fight.

Adan squints at the note. "... This is the second time I've seen this ad. Isn't there some kind of vetting for the notice boards?"

Adean writes a letter back.

Aedan, Castellan of the Purifiers. Norlandic alchemist. Half of me is made of rock and metal. Write back.

MC Name:

         Draiden_Kaid

Character's Name:

         Aedan Faretto

Character's Age:

         46

Character's Race:

         Highlander

Link to your accepted MA:

         https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/205742-alchemy-fa-draiden_kaid/

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

         Alchemy

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

Alchemy, in its purest form, is the art of breaking down the natural world into its basic forms and recombining them into potions and other useful items for your benefit.

In a more complicated explanation, Alchemy is an ancient art where one stops viewing the world as full of objects, but rather as full of basic building blocks known as signs and symbols that one can break down and rebuild as they see fit. As an alchemist goes from a novice requiring supervision to their own accomplishment and mastery, they gain a thorough knowledge of the material alphabet and spend countless hours discerning what signs and symbols the various alchemical ingredients are made of. This is accomplished through the rigorous study and application of proper extraction methods and the strict adherence to formulae, much like cooking, brewing, or any other profession. Once the Alchemist has mastered the art of extraction - breaking things down into their basic forms and identifying them in accordance with the material alphabet, they must then rebuild the symbols into potions and elixirs. Most often, this goes by a known recipe such as a cookbook or the instruction of one who knows said recipe. Again, it goes back to study and application - measuring and mixing the reagents together in the right combination with the proper base to produce a desired result. The process also works both ways - one could also derive a recipe by reverse - engineering a preexisting potion by breaking it back down to what signs and symbols were used to make it.

It's fantasy chemistry.

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

There are quite a few subsections of Alchemy, focusing in a specific area of recombination. Some examples include Infernal Alchemy, Tawkin, and of course Mundane Alchemy. In order to learn one of the subsets of Alchemy, one has to be taught the intricacies of that particular brand of Alchemy by a character possessing a TA for that brand.

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

Fire Extraction

Aedan would take one last look at his recipe book, sighing to himself. "Alright..." He'd take a sprig of dried Drake's Tail from a bundle of drying herbs hanging from the ceiling with a stepladder.  Aedan would place a mortar and pestle under his hand, giving the Drake's Tail a slight squeeze. The sprig would crack and crumble under his hand into the mortar - perfectly dried, just as he'd expected. He'd put the rest of the sprig into the mortar and pestle, using a steady corkscrew motion to grind the Drake's Tail into a chips, then to shavings, then to dust. He'd then grab a nearby piece of parchment and hold it over one of the several candles' flames, the fire quickly catching and licking up the side of the paper. "And here we go..." He'd comment, dropping the flaming parchment into the mortar and setting the Drake's Tail dust alight. Aedan watched as the fire danced around in the stone receptacle with a vested interest. After the fires were out and the embers died down, Aedan picked up the mortar and use the pestle to tap the ash and salts out onto a metal tray, setting the mortar aside and grabbing a nearby magnifying glass. Under the scrutiny of the magnifier and using a pair of tweezers, Aedan would begin meticulously sorting out the Fire symbols from the ashes.

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

Aedan would start by clasping his hands together. "Alright! first lesson you need on the road to becoming a master alchemist is to learn how to extract." Aedan would begin rummaging around in one of his storage bins, continuing his rant. "As you may or may not know, the world is full of random plants, herbs, people, all that good stuff. Well, all of this goof stuff is made out of symbols - basically the bricks that make up the world structure. The process of extraction-" Aedan would continue, pulling out a sprig of dry Goblin's Ivy. " -is breaking down the mortar that holds the bricks together do you can build something else." Aedan would approach his student, handing the veins of ivy over. "Now, I'm gonna teach you the same way my teacher taught me. Take this Goblin's Ivy and grind it into a paste." Aedan would nod as the student began their work, crossing his arms and watching with vested interest.

"Alright, now that we've gotten Goblin Ivy paste - we're going to pour some Aqua Vitae in it - really strong alcohol. Don't recommend drinking it." Aedan would say, handing a flask of the stuff to his student. "Once we pour it in, we let that steep for half a minute or so. What we're doing is removing the physical structure of the herb, but still retaining the essential juices and essences. Pour the wort into this boiler flask after it's steeped." Aedan would gesture to one nearby. He'd point to a graduation of the boiler below the waterline. "When the liquid boils down to this line, we should be ready to continue. Put it on the burner - we can talk while we wait."

Aedan would cross his arms, leaning against the wall of the workshop. "So, before we continue, this is to extract the Symbols from the Goblin's Ivy, not the Signs." He would make a so-so motion with his hand. "A sign is like a modifier for a symbol - you'll see it in most recipe books. Some recipes will require you to extract a symbol that has a particular sign associated with it. For instance, you'll need Fire symbols for blasting potions or Air symbols for smokescreens. Extracting those symbols requires a slightly different method than what we're doing right now, but we'll get to other methods in a later session." Aedan would gesture over to the boiling flask, noting a notch on the neck of the flask. "We're ready."

Aedan would move back over to the boiling flask. "The boiling process has rendered the solids useless now, and keeping them in the flask will hurt the result. Filter the solids out, then put it back on the boil." Aedan instructed, offering the student another identical boiling flask and cheesecloth. "Pour one into the other, then toss the chessecloth and solids." Aedan would instruct, nodding in approval as the student does so. He'd point to the concoction. "Alright, see those wisps there? That's the symbols precipitating in the flask. Once it gets nice and cloudy, the concoction is considered done."

After some time, Aedan gestures to the boiling flask, now full of cloudy white liquid. "That's how it looks when its done- pour it out onto the tray and wait for it to dry... Yes, I know the process takes a long time; being impatient will mess things up. Trust me." As the concoction began to dry and evaporate, dried salts would be left over. Aedan would hand his student a magnifying glass, picking at some of the salts with his finger. "Alright, here's comes the actual pain in the ass part. All of these crystals are bits of symbol, and we have to sift through them and sort them into small piles. This, right here?" Aedan pointed to a group of particularly thick, rock-like crystals. "That's Endurance. Goblin's Ivy typically hold one measure of it." And with that, he would hand his student a pair of tweezers. "Separate it from the rest of the symbols - we'll need it for our first potion."

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

If a student of mine powergames, I feel somewhat responsible for it. There are instances where a player may not know of or misinterpret the rules, and if a player gets in trouble through this method it's a failure to teach on my part. In my opinion, these 'honest mistakes' can be remedied. If a player does this maliciously, that is simply unacceptable - and a poor judge of character on my part. In instance one, I think that an explanation and correction of such behaviors is acceptable as they meant no harm. In the latter instance, however, they will be dropped from my teaching immediately, and the ST will probably be contacted if they aren't already involved.

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 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.

         No.

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Aedan Faretto would hold his hands up defensively. "Before anyone says anything - I didn't do it."

Aedan would frown behind his porcelain mask. 

"Mera? Get the ball. The aurum one."

Aedan Faretto, despite his favorite team being knocked out cold in the semi's, would take advantage of this exciting development as the Dunes prove themselves able to contend with the juggernaut Saints. He'd begin taking bets all over Almaris on behalf of his part-time employer Velsyni Indoren, who had taught him the beauty in all events is not necessarily the events themselves - but rather the mina to be made in the process.

"Father above do I love a good gamble."

After much thought, Aedan decided to write back. 

IGN: Draiden_Kaid

Name: Aedan Faretto

Age: Rude to ask.

Place of residency: N/A

Bank account balance: None of your damn business

Hobbies: Hunting, fishing, alchemy, medicine, peacekeeping 

One interesting fact about yourself: I am coming after you.

Aedan would read over the wanted poster with a frown. "Man, I didn't really understand the importance of shutting up and covering your face when committing a crime until now - we hardly know anything about this guy, if it is indeed a "he"

Aedan Faretto would look over the letter handed to him from an urchin of Verhelm, smiling softly to himself as he admired the sketch of what was a very beautiful woman looking for romance.

His smile would be short-lived, however, after he reads the line "Are you rich?" His smile would fade rather quickly, and he'd crumple the paper up and toss it into his Hearth.

"Blasted gold-digging wenches, the lot of them."

Aedan Faretto would whoop and holler at the Beserkers' newest win, proud as can be that his brother was continuing to do the clan proud. He'd throw himself relentlessly into the celebratory riot at the Indoren Corner Club, eventually being arrested for destroying half the tavern by himself. He was quoted to have said "BESERKERS BALLIN!! LETS ******* GOOOO!!"

Skjord would comment to a local news source, "Yn ov tchaem hjaet-bjutchaed mae en bjaetchwaen mae laeks. Ae tchjnk tchaet schjuld bjae ae fjovl, bjutch aetch's njotch fjoor mae tchjo haet tchae plaeyjaer oor tchae gaem - mae rjovl aes tchjo plae, aent ae schjuld plae baetchaer."

Ballin and bucketpilled

Skjord would clear his throat and lean forward into the pinecone to speak to the press. "Aet vaes ae hjaerd gjaem, aend tchae Fjyxens plaeyjed vaell. Ae hjaev njotchjngk bjut raespjektch fjor thaem. Ae only hjope vae sjaem aenaergyj njaextch vaek aegaenstch tchae Krjovs. Tchaenk yjou."

Aedan would loudly applaud the Beserkers' win this week alongside his cousin and fellow superfan, pleased that they had a game where their star players weren't ejected for fighting or allegedly cheating.

1 hour ago, Sybbyl0127 said:

 

The basketball stuff on the forums is allowed in an OOC capacity, not IC. Because of the fact that it is 1:1 basketball league and not at all within LOTC's theme. If that were fixed, itd be okay as an IC concept.

 

But also, yes, in roleplay posts on the forums are considered canon and can affect the lotc world

Yes, that would be true if the ABA was put in an OOC subforum... but it isn't... And it's only become an issue when we take the otherwise completely canon posts and tried to apply it server-side, so...

This brings up a really weird precedent that I think needs to be addressed - and that is the concept of keeping roleplay "on the forums"

This is a player-made roleplay event quite literally being practiced by every nation and most settlements on the entire server. To say that this should be "kept on the forums" begs a few questionstions that I would like answered.

- Do things that happen on the forums impact the server irply?

-Does the forum and the server take place in the same reality?

If the answer to these questions is YES, then why would nations not get basketball courts to mirror the hype on the forums? If the answer was NO, then why do the forums even exist in the first place?

Skjord would read over the game scores, fuming under his helmet at what all these big, complicated words meant. "Tchjs aes bjullshjetch. Thaeyj djdn'tch aevaen gjaetch maej njaem cjorraectch. Aetch's Skjord Svardssen." He'd groan and turn to Lindhardt, who had been helping him read. "Yjoor fjaeltch fjoor maekjng tchaet djumb jyok tcho tchaet mjonk."

Aedan Faretto would continue to cheer on and support his younger brother, proud that he has proclaimed himself the king of making BUCKETS on these fools.

Babe, wake up! New CRP battleground just dropped!

Aedan would look over the missive, his expression indecipherable behind the white porcelain of his mask. Many thoughts went through his head; many emotions. How much of a coward does this man think Vane is? Nevertheless, he found himself unsure of his comrades in purpose, and he'd lift his eyes to the occupied mountains on the horizon - Watching. Waiting.