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A very fashionable 'thill flipped her hair stylishly after being branded as one of the most stylish members of Haelun'orian society. Adjusting her dark tricorn and rolling up the sleeves of her tailcoat, she ambled off to make mischief.

The hero lotc never knew it needed.

Quite easy Void mages get a -1 to strength defense but a +1 to spirit Voidal Scions get a +1 to strength offense in exchange for a -1 to spirit Gold and salt does +2 damage to CAs, MAs and FAs affected by gold and salt. Hitting an Azdrazi with a cold weapon or projectile grants them a -1 bonus to skill defense and skill offense for two turns OR does +2 damage to them.

A long-lost Thelin ally grinned and began scheming. It had been too long since she had seen her friends.

A canonist elf mage, baptized by the church in the 1600s and having served on the Empire's privy council sharpened her blade. The crusade must go forth.

The changes look nice, but there's also some concerns I have. 2 emotes to hurl a sharp ice projectile makes bows redundant and may encourage spam casting. I think a lot more could be done to make water evo more on par with the other voidal evocations but I'm not sure reducing emote counts is the way. I'd say make ice sharp at t3, allow water to potentially scald for extra damage at t3+, encourage more extreme bludgeoning damage or spells that scale with tiers.

"Gah!" The joint first watcher whined as she was overpowered by the vision, dropping to the ground in the centre of Haense during a dog racing competition. She drew forth ragged breaths, though thankfully her recovery was hastened by some kindly Haensefolk. "I need to find Haus.." She finally rasped out, whistling for her beloved Yisar. The contents of the vision, the communion had left her confused and conflicted. Most visions were vague, but this one was even more so than usual.

A highly stylish and coveted bachelorette, Valindra let forth a cackle at her rival’s misfortune. She promptly got to work, deciding to show the lad some kindness, and thus began jotting down a letter with tips on how to be more desirable, from style down to self destructive tendencies. The resident gremlin hoped she’d long since passed her days of courtship, herself.

"Hold on. I though Xionists weren't supposed to attack the church of Canon." A Xionist-sympathiser was forced to doubletake at the contents of the letter, her brows furrowing in utter befuddlement.

Valindra sat within the comfort of her Haelun’orian room, twirling a dagger betwixt her digits as she read over a copy of the missive she’d snagged up on her travels. ”… The piglet is about to become a pork chop. My friends shall feast..”

"You know.." Valindra pointed out upon hearing of the dweds' attack on the the Vale. "Not to be the devil's advocate, but it is the Vale... I'm almost starting to like these ballsy halfpints."

Shink Shink Shink From an undisclosed location, a whetstone dragged across a blade forged from thanhic steel. A mournful lament. Where once an elfess had faith, her hope renewed, was now a husk, filled with regret for years invested, blood spilled and tears shed. The final straw had been plucked, the final nail hammered into the coffin. There was much Valindra had been all too happy to overlook, many crimes, faults, flaws, for they did the same despite her frequent and felonious activities... But this was too far. A line had been crossed. With a flourish, her blade was sheathed, and she turned to gather up a mass of wooden planks, some nails and a hammer. "I was a fool to think they'd stand so much as the faintest of chance at redemption... I'm sorry, Kosher."

A certain chaotic pale elfess lovingly named Vuln by the Maheral she turned against grinned, rubbing her gloved hands together. "Hah! They got that right. I was born right between goose and fox!"

Shunting so I can shunt to a magical realm and learn magic anyway. Big W moment.

How many taters would you say you’ve bought for people over the years, accounting for the great tater spamfests of yore?

Valindra's tricorn about to become 100x more badass.

The industrial revolution is inbound. You cannot stop fate!

After a few hours of the initial missive being posted, yet another response was pinned beneath the original, penned neatly shimmering silver ink. "Former Maheral Elervathar, We 'thill are a people of logic and reason above all. We value educated decisions and a clear state of mind, actions and accusations driven by proof and reasoning. Despite this, I fail to see any of the above behind your accusations, which proves alarming given your previous office as I would expect 'thill allegedly of your caliber to be the embodiment of all we strive to be. Even following their resignation, a maheral supposed to serve as a shining example to the children of Larihei and the Silver State as a whole. Your baseless accusations bring about not the question of the current maheral's competency, but that of your own. What drives you to wish to remove the purest 'thill alive from his post? In this moment, I think it not to be regard for tradition or the welfare of the state, but a means to further your own influence, perhaps an attempt to 'redeem' what I've heard described as the carriage crash that was your past tenure. In order to ascend to such a role, it is not solely purity of body and blood we seek, but purity of mind and virtue. From this missive alone, I am certain that many will find the latter in regards to yourself questionable at best. Through a few impulsively penned words, you have all but crushed your assumed hopes of replacing our current Maheral, a feat most impressive given the fame and nigh undeniable purity of your bloodline. I would advise you think before you wantonly scribble upon parchment, feigning wisdom that you quite plainly lack. You do naught but portray yourself as one with the form of a 'thill, but with the insight of an uruk. Sincerely, A concerned citizen."

Valindra gave a nod in approval as she read the digest published by her dear friend.

Dragon deez nuts--

A senior watcher dropped to the ground within the city square of Haelun'or, her armor clattering against the cold stone of the ground. A screech of pain erupted from Valindra Nullivari, much to the concern of her peers and commanding officer as her mind was overtaken by forces none of them were familiar with. Her lithe frame lurched, writhing around in agony that she thought unending. Yet end it did, giving way to a feeling of looming dread. Brushing off her peers' concerns, the Mali took to the clinic to soothe her bruises from her fall and reflect upon the repetition of history once more.

A certain former Minister of Magic and Court Mage of a once powerful human nation scoffed, a hand waving dismissively as the missive reached her desk. "Please. The Valah are among the best guarded when it comes to the threats of the void because they do not employ Sutican tactics like Celia'nor. They need no aid in such affairs."

A good mage rper will always showcase adequate tells to signify they are casting. If it is not obvious and they are not casting illusion, make a story team request because they're abusing. That being said, with adequate tells showcased, glowing, flashes etc, verbal incantations as a concept are made totally redundant. As mentioned in other comments, its entirely down to player discretion beyond mandatory tells, though I personally would die of cringe factor if I had to use verbal casting as it just doesn't sit well with me.

A one-use low-cooldown soulstone (Maybe with a randomly assigned slot)

A certain muscle-mage mercenary wept.