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Skin/s and bid/s (Label clearly with the skin name, and list separately if multiple): Foxy Gambeson; 100

TA not required!
 

Isolde Barclay tracks down her father, using sign language to communicate her thoughts:

'Is this why you couldn't go piano shopping?'

@ColdestPepsi

Revas Asul'onn simply rolled her eyes at the missive. "My haelun has no interest in who she calls 'valah' in such a way. And, the bodies had been the morgue for months! Why do people nicht understand that we have no choice but to cremate rotting bodies?"

Isolde Barclay brought the missive to her mother, beginning to sign to her!

Imagine writing over a hundred pages of lore.... hahhahahahahaahahahahaha

i know youre dead inside alty

Isolde Barclay never believed her aunt Marcella could die. She was immortal in that young girl's eyes. She was the woman who raised her when her parents were not around, the woman who braided her hair, and the woman who had comforted her after her head was shaved. After her adoptive sister was murdered. Isolde had been sleeping beside Marcella since Mariya's death. She hadn't spoken in years, her throat was hoarse if she ever dared make a peep. The only person who had heard her voice was Marcie.

The day before Marcella's death was like any other. Isolde woke up in her aunt's room, got dressed for the day to come, and asked the older woman to braid her hair. This was their tradition since she was little, after all. Marcella paused in her braiding to ask Isolde a question.
 

"Isolde, dear, would you like to wear one of my coats today?"

"Ja, please tante!" She'd cried in response, beginning to bounce in her place. She'd always loved Marcella's coats and hoped she could have one like them someday. Her main goal in life was to be like Marcie.

Marcella had wheeled herself over to her wardrobe and taken out two of her most iconic coats. The first was her black one with House Barclay capes draped over the shoulders and the second was her pure white fur coat. Isolde could not pick, as they were both so beautiful... But eventually she decided that today she would wear the white coat. Tomorrow, Marcie had told her, she would wear the black coat.

Tomorrow never came for Marcella.

Later on in the evening that same day, Isolde made her way to the room Marcella was staying in, now dressed in her nightgown. She had a book tucked under her arm and a blanket draped over her shoulders. She'd knocked softly upon the heavy door, only entering when Marcella's voice told her it was okay. The soft pat pat pat of the girl's bare feet on the wood echoed around the mostly empty bedroom.

"Tante, could du read me ein story before bed?" Isolde asked softly as she approached her aunt's wheelchair.

"Nein, nicht tonight Isolde. You'll sleep in your own room, for your vater and mutter's sake." Marcella's voice had lost any happiness it may have had that morning. Her eyes were noticeably more sunken in. Isolde had never realized how truly unhappy her aunt was until that moment.

"Are du sure? Du look like du need ein hug," Isolde had attempted to place a hand on her aunt's shoulder, but Marcella only shook her head. Not long after, Isolde left the room and began the climb up to her own bedroom.

That next morning, she dressed as normal. She had her hair unbraided today, as she hadn't woken up in Marcella's room, and she pulled on her aunt's black coat. When she stepped out of her room, she finally heard it.

The shouts. The cries. The sobs.

Isolde rushed down the stairs, only to stop dead in her tracks upon seeing her father outside of Marcella's room. The door was ajar. Marcella was dead.

Isolde turned around and fled back up the stairs. No one saw the child for nearly two days. Even after, no one heard her voice.

Isolde learned to braid her own hair.

A Snake, A Dragon, and A Fox

Art by Kajenna

♫♫♫

Briala Atmorice. Or was it Serene? Lorenthus, perhaps? The girl had so many names in the past, she couldn’t remember them all anymore. She started as an Atmorice, then became a Serene. She left Sirame and married a Lorenthus. Yes, that was correct.

Her mother, Sonna, had gotten her to smoke many different herbs. Getting to where she was now was difficult, and remembering things was much harder. She was in a clearing, in the middle of the woods. Many words were said, but she couldn’t quite remember them. She knew she had to get home — to the Vuln’miruel seed hall. She knew Pip the fennec fox was here with her. Pip was elderly now, his cream-colored fur now graying. He’d been with her since Arcas, before she was even attuned. She’d never actually spoken with him, despite having learned Beastspeak long ago. She couldn’t do so now, she couldn’t focus.

Briala stumbled toward her companion, but he began to run. His small legs carried him out of the wide clearing, much faster than the tall woman could move in her inebriated state. She kept him in her sights, her hand reaching out to stop herself from running straight into a tree — but the tree was now a person. Brown hair, tanned skin. Arms filled with tattoos. Her father? Theris.

“You left your family, vuln’ii. What makes you think this one will want you? I didn’t.” His voice caused her to jump away — but Pip didn’t stop. He lept over a fallen log, looking back at Briala a moment to see if she was coming. She locked eyes with the small fox, fighting back the growing panic.

“You are not my father. You did not raise me, you left me.” Briala ran past the man — who had faded back into the muted browns and greens of moss on a tree trunk. An illusion, but she couldn’t have known that. As she started again, Pip turned to bound off in a seemingly random direction. The redwood forest was becoming thicker the farther they ran from the clearing. In the trunks of trees, Briala saw the faces of those who had passed away or abandoned her. Katia Atmorice, Chrom’ilvya Atmorice, Awaiti Sirame, Diomedes, Erin Atmorice, Rithon, and... Her own.

Her own face caught her eye amongst all the others she tried to forget. Sister Forget-Me-Not. Had she abandoned herself? No, no she hadn’t... She had tried to forget aspects of herself as she grew. She tried to forget her mother, Katia, as she had tried to forget her father. It was not her mother’s fault for dying, but it was her own fault for her friends turning their backs on her.

“Forget-Me-Not. A totem befitting a woman so easily forgotten. When was the last time I sent you a letter?” Rithon’s voice echoed around the forest. No, her ears. Was he real? Yes, yes he had to be. He had to be real.

“N-no… You said you’d take care of me, you did. You do.” Her pleas rang out as she continued after the fox. But, he had left her long ago. She hadn’t seen him since before she had taken the Sirame name. Did he still love her? Doubt. So much doubt. Where was Chrom, anyway? And Dio?

The faces followed her in every tree she passed. They whispered to her, telling her to stop. To give up. She couldn’t give up, right? She had to go on, she had to prove she was worthy.

With a shout, she ran straight into a tree trunk.

“My love,” Ciliren. She had found her. “What are you doing out here?”

Briala went to wrap her arms around Ciliren — only to be met with the rough tree bark. Cili’s laugh resonated, bouncing off the trunks around her as the other voices had. Ciliren had left her now too. She was gone. Was she ever there?

She pushed herself away from the tree trunk, starting after Pip once again. She could only see the tip of his tail disappearing into a thicket, but he was there.

“You never leave the house anymore, Bri. I want us to get out more” Ciliren’s voice followed her. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this.”

“No... No, I want us t-to do more too! I promise!” She called out to the voice, fighting back the urge to turn around and search for her wife. “We can when I’m done. Please, love.”

“You always say we’ll do it later, Bri… We never do. You’re a liar.”

Tears formed in the woman’s eyes as she forced herself on. Her legs hurt. Her feet were bare, scratched. Blood was leaking. Was it real blood? Run. Chase Pip. Keep running. Prove yourself. Are you weak? You must be weak. What would Awaiti say if she could see you now? Poor little fox. The voices became louder. Shrieks. She had to cover her ears. Why were they louder? What did she do? Why did she deserve this?

Her foot caught on a rock, sending her toppling forward. She had landed with her face in the dirt, hard. A bit of blood seeped from her nostril, but she had bled enough from her scratches she didn’t notice. With a soft groan, Briala lifted her head to see… The gates of Elvenesse. She had made it, and the seed hall was not far now. Pip squeaked as he bound into the city. Briala pushed herself to her feet and began to stumble after him again. Faces passed her, but she didn’t recognize them. She had her goal set in mind and little could halt her.

Finally, Briala stopped. She was at the Seed Hall. Sonna Vuln’miruel, her Haelun, was waiting for her. She had done it. She wasn’t weak, nor was she forgotten. She had proved herself to her mother.

The snake had become a dragon. Now that dragon was a fox. Briala Vuln’miruel gained her ilmyumier from the same woman who had given her the previous name she had held.

Briala Lorenthus Vuln’Miruel ((Art by Weulemon))

MC Name:

         Andruil

Character's Name:

         Revas Asul'onn

Character's Age:

         35

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         JustGrim

Teacher's RP Name:

         Thelin

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

A particular elfess's daughter held back her mother as she waved her arm about wildly.

"Haelun! She's doing her best!"

@altiar1011

MC Name:

         Andruil

Character's Name:

         Revas Asul'onn

Character's Age:

         32

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Sycophant of Boletius

Teacher's MC Name:

         Self Teach Alter

Teacher's RP Name:

         Self Teach Alter

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

Revas would hear of the news, retreating to her room soon after. She clutched a dagger in her hand - no longer the cold Druid Bronze. It was harsh steel, much like the girl's heart after the death of another pseudo-family member. The thought of the headless corpse of her sister haunted her mind as she stared down at the new blade.
 

"Heal, don't kill."

These words she had said to Stefan, the opposite of what she had been told for years. Revas would have to go back on her word to the young Baron to avenge their friend.

Isolde Barclay had always seen Mariya as her older sister. She was there for her when even her parents weren't present. The young girl had believed it was a joke at first. Mariya couldn't die. She would fight off her assailant, easily! Her sister was not allowed to die.

But she was dead.

Isolde waited beside Mariya's office door. She believed she would come out. She had to, right? She wasn't able to die.

She waited until her parents came to get her. She climbed into her vater's arms, asking a shaking question; "I-is it.. She.. Is she really gone?"

idk this man

Briala laid with her head in her wife's lap, tears rolling down her face silently. She'd not believed it when Ciliren told her of Awaiti's death, nor had she wanted to accept it. But it was true, her grandmother was now in the Eternal Forest. Once she had recovered enough, Briala took up a quill and began to write.

One of mine, yes yes

Revas stayed up the first night awaiting Addie's return home, then a second. Despite comforting words from her closest friend, she couldn't shake the feeling that her sister should have come home. Despite these feelings, she dared not leave the confines of her family's manor. Instead, she opted to gather her sons around the fire and began to try and distract them with a story.

Two German Shepherds joined Oddwig outside of Addie's room, their cries echoing through the halls of the manor.

Upon Oddwig's arrival after the attack of the trolls, a Mali woman gave the hound many pets and treats before opening the letter. Once she read its contents, she'd suck in a breath in shock. She hadn't dared produce her mists in public and this only confirmed her fears. She tossed the letter into the nearest fire as to not be found with it and set off to find an old friend.

Revas Asul'onn chuckled upon hearing her mother's wish to be in the paper. She'd roll her eyes soon after and crumple up her edition of the Hearsay.

MC Name:

         FenHarel__

Character's Name:

         Daerine Meracahe'onn

Character's Age:

         110

Character's Race:

         High Elf

Link to your accepted MA:

         https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/197501-chi-scribing-fa-fenharel__/?tab=comments#comment-1813208

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

         Chi Scribing

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

Chi scribing is a feat where a monk T3 and above can infuse normal ink with their own chi to create Moshui. Using this Moshui, they can create pieces of art, write with it, and even use it for tattoos. There is normal sealing which a T3 chi monk can do, movement sealing which a T4 monk can do, and grand sealing and removal which a T5 monk can do. Nothing in this feat can be used combatively.

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

No.

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

Daerine took a deep breath as she focused her chi, the familiar red haze surrounding her body. Her clothing and hair tinged red and a smile was present on her face

The elfess laid her hand out over the parchment before her - a chinese dragon drawn in red moshui covering it. She'd begin to channel the chi into her hand, letting it lay out over the drawing.

As Daerine released a breath, the chi flowed over the drawing before seeming to fuse with the lines of ink. With that, the ink was properly sealed into the parchment.

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

Daerine held out a pot of ink in her palm as she focused her chi, a red haze surrounding her figure. "Watch carefully, my dear. You will be fusing your chi with the ink you hold, putting a piece of yourself inside it. Imagine you are using a weapon extension," She'd instruct.

The student nodded as they focused their own chi. They would take a bottle of ink from nearby and watched Daerine for a presentation.

Daerine's chi travelled down her arms and began to condense around her hand and the ink itself. She'd take in deep breaths before continuing to instruct, "Focus the chi around your hands and try to push it into the ink."

The student followed her example, their own chi flowing towards their hands.

The elfess continued to condense the chi around her hands, beginning to push it into the ink. "Continue pushing it, it can take a few moments."

The student nodded as they began to push their chi into their own ink.

Daerine's chi finally made its way fully into the ink pot, but the ink had yet to change color. Her brows creased as she continued to focus the chi into the ink itself. "Fuse your chi with the ink, remember that you cannot force such to happen."

The student's chi flowed into the ink pot as their teacher's did.

With a final sigh, Daerine's chi fused perfectly with the ink. What once was a pot of black ink was now a pale red color, giving off the slightest hint of a glow - though not able to light anything up. "And there you have it: Moshui!"

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

If one of my students were to powergame, I would first remind them of how the feat is meant to work and that it cannot be used in any way for combat. If it was a repeated offence, I would threaten to drop them as a student and/or contact the LT about the behavior. This would be a last resort, though. I always try to give my students a few chances before going to such extremes.

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

Isolde Barclay sniffled softly as she watched her Aunt depart from Reinmar, safely hidden from view insde the Fort Marcella had once showed her. The girl had not spoken a word in over a year, but she uttered something softly to the small figure in the distance in a hoarse voice, "Stay safe, Tante." She pushed herself under the bottom bunk - her brother's bunk - and began to silently play with her knight doll.

Isolde Barclay can't read, but she rejoices upon seeing a depiction of her mother in the pamphlet!

Daerine uttered a soft prayer as she finished the tome, a smile crossing her face. "Ahern ito nae'leh," she mumbled as she finished. She then began to make a copy of the new scripture.

What in the hot diggity frick

Revas Asul'onn beamed as she read the missive. "T'at's my mother!" She'd say proudly.

A disturbed monk nearly choked on her tea at her husband's words. She rushed down the stairs, promptly swatting the man on the head. "We have a two year old who repeats everything, Rhaelanthur!" She screeched in return.

@Sphookas

MC Name:

         FenHarel__

Character's Name:

         Daerine Meracahe'onn

Character's Age:

         102

Character's Race:

         High Elf

Link to your accepted MA:

         https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/194917-sun-chimafenharel__/?tab=comments#comment-1795192

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

         Sun Chi

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

Chi is a form of energy that flows through every person, invisible to those who are not connected Chi Monks. While a moon monk's abilities are more focused on healing, a sun monk's abilities are focused on combat. A sun monk can perform seemingly unnatural abilities such as moving fast enough to dodge out of the way of an incoming attack they can see, catching projectiles such as crossbow bolts and arrows out of the air, and filling people around them with false energy using their own chi. A master (T5) chi monk can also use the ability Grand Chi Feeling to be able to sense the world before them to replace their sight. There are three types of chi: blue chi, red chi, and purple chi. The color of someone's chi depends on their mood, with anger and excitement being red while sadness and a feeling of calm would be blue. When a chi monk is casting, though, their chi will always be the color of chi of their specific path (sun is red, moon is blue), no matter their emotions. Purple chi is dead chi. This is the chi of undead, dead, and inanimate objects. Chi sensing cannot be used to metagame if someone is undead. Chi sensing is very disorientating for a new monk, but when they reach tier 2, they are somewhat used to it.

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

Yes, there are two different sections to Chi: Sun chi and Moon chi. Sun Monks utilize red chi to perform combative abilities while moon monks use blue chi to perform healing and defensive abilities. Every monk is bound to a set of tenets, though, one of them being that a chi monk may not perform an act of violence unless it is in self defense. 

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

Daerine closed her eyes, drawing in a slow breath. As she exhaled, a haze of red mist surrounded her body. The haze tinged her hair, clothing, and closed eyelids a pale, almost pastel, red.
Daerine's eyes opened quickly then, her entire body stiffening. The red chi moved toward her arm, gathering there as she waited for the archer to finish drawing their bow. She kept her gaze locked on the arrow.

As the arrow came toward Daerine's chest, she reached out suddenly. The arrow was caught in her left hand, mere inches from her chest.

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

Daerine focused her chi, a red haze forming around her body. "Channel your chi, please," she instructed her student before her. "And, do not face me directly during this. I don't want to get hurt."

The student nodded slowly before focusing their own chi. "Is this like how you can enhance your strength?"

"Not exactly," She began to move her chi down her arm, toward her hand. "We will begin by focusing a great deal of our chi into our palms," The 'aheral spoke soft, but stern.

The student began to focus their own chi towards their palm, carefully listening to their teacher.

Daerine continued to build her chi up in her palm as she seemingly preparing to palm strike an invisible enemy. "When you've built up enough, you will hit your enemy with you palm and expel your chi toward them."

The student followed suit, though a look of confusion washed over their face as their chi continued to build. "What will it do?"

"When you expel the chi at your enemy, it will send them back about a meter and daze them. You would have just punched their soul, dear." With that, Daerine thrust her palm forth into the air, her chi exploding forward before simply dissipating into the air when there was nothing for it to hit. If it had struck someone, it would have sent them back one block and left them dazed for two emotes.

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

If my student were to powergame the magic, I would first try to explain to them how the magic should be roleplayed and used. I will even provide my own example emotes for them, if they wish. I would also explain the consequences of powergaming to them and how it could lead to possible infractions. If they continue to abuse the magic, I will drop them as a student and report their actions to the LT. However, this would be a last resort. I always try to peacefully resolve situations first and foremost.

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.

         N/A