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    Phoebus Albright
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  1. This is out of curiosity and research, not to be passive aggressive towards the creators of alchemy lore for the server. https://goo.gl/forms/t4yhESv4hFm543mE2
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    Magic List Errors

    MC Name: Vezzin List in Question: Arcane (telekinesis, transfiguration, arcanism, sensory illusion, cognatism) and Further Alchemy (kloning) Error in Question: Changed RP name from Elwrick Albright to Phoebus Albright Link to Magic Application (If Relevant): https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/149351-telekinesissa-elwrick-albright/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/151435-sa-arcanism-elwrick-albright/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/152391-sa-transfiguration-elwrick-albright/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/159233-sensory-illusionst-elwrick-albright/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/153149-sa-cognatism-elwrick-albright/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/166253-kloning-fa-elwrick-albright/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/166287-kloning-ta-elwrick-albright/
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    The Potion Index

    Puking Toad Tonic While this oil doesn’t injure its unfortunate drinker in any way, it is still rather cruel to administer. Shortly after this potion is consumed, the substance of the oil will slowly expand, and the subject will begin vomiting large slug-like fiends*. The slugs come in punctuated rounds, starting off with lots of big slugs and gradually finishing with less frequent, less numerous smalls slugs. The main portion of this effect lasts about 5 minutes (irp), but every so often over the course of the next 4-5 (irp) hours, the person will spit up another slug. The oil itself is slimy in consistency, and a dark greenish-brown in color. Slugs vary in dull color. *These slug fiends are not inherently hostile because they are just so unintelligent and microbe-like that they don’t feel any emotion at all. After just a day (irp) they are reduced to a motionless sludge that’s hard to wash out of clothes, but until then they wander aimlessly and feel and taste like any usual slug. They can also be disposed of sooner by pouring beer on them. Base: Lard 2 symbols of water (fluidity, life) 1 symbol of air (tremor) 1 symbol of fire (disorder) 2 symbols of earth (resilience, decay) Author: Vezzin LM approval: No?
  4. Does anyone know who's doing the build for the library of dragur in the next map..?

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    [MArt]Dio-Unum and Linking Suit

    yes he made me do it
  6. MC Name: Vezzin Character’s Name: Elwrick Albright Character’s Age: 100+ Character’s Race: Halfling Link to your accepted MA: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/166253-kloning-fa-elwrick-albright/ What magic(s) will you be teaching?: Kloning Summarize the lore of this magic(s): (I made the lore: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/165596-alchemy-lore-submission-hermit-crabs/ ) Write up a lesson that your character would give to a student: Bo rapped his knuckles against the door to his teacher’s laboratory. He was sure he was in there, because he wasn’t anywhere else in the Dragur Library that he’d checked thus far. He waited for a moment, crunching on a slice of bread he’d brought with him to eat on the way there. But there had been so much on his mind beforehand that he’d scarcely remembered to nibble on it, and was only doing so now because he realized he’d have to put it down soon. Elwrick, thinking he might have heard a knocking from the door, put down what he was doing to listen for it again, stock still. And then there it was again, quick and perhaps a little anxious. Bo heard a bunch of locks being undone from the other side of the door, and Elwrick opened it on a chain. “Oh, Beauregard. Rather early, eh..? I had just been preparing all of the bloodletting things now..” As he took the chain off and opened the door fully, his eyes fell on the crumbly slice of bread Bo was holding, one of his dark eyebrows twitching in inquisitive disapproval. “Oh, no, I thought I would arrive right on time,” Bo said with a nervous chuckle. He noticed the way Elwrick was looking at him and cleared his throat nervously. “Didn’t ah, didn’t mean to surprise you or anything, I wasn’t trying to.. to um..” he stumbled over his words, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “It’s fine,” Elwrick said flatly. “You weren’t planning on bringing that in, were you..?” he asked in a slow rumble as he gestured to Bo’s bread. “Remember what I said about contaminating the surfaces in the lab?” Bo could tell by his tone that this really meant, ‘I know you remember what I said about contaminating surfaces in the lab.’ He stuffed all of what was left of his bread in his mouth. “I wosm’t gomma bwing ip in, phee?” he assured him, smiling through the mouthful of still-solid bread. “Better,” Elwrick sighed, stepping out of the doorway so Bo could enter the room. “Now, I know I’ve been helping you check up on your sheep thus far, but I think it’s time you did one all on your own,” he said. Bo immediately began to protest, “By.. myself?? But I might-! I don’t trust myself not to mess it up.” He hoped Elwrick would decide to help him, or at least reassure him that he would do well anyway, but he did neither. “And you shouldn’t. Being cocky isn’t all that helpful in a laboratory situation.” He looked up at his student’s face, and detecting his lingering anxiety, offered, “However… I will let you know when you’ve done something right or wrong. I just won’t be telling you what to do.” Bo took a deep breath, and opened the door into the room that held the jars for them. “Alright.. Okay..” The walls were lined with sturdy wooden shelves holding other students’ practice kloning projects. There was a mouse, a turtle, a pigeon, and a flamingo from one particularly ambitious student. Bo’s sheep was there too, though its large jar had been moved to a spot on the floor to reduce the potential for breakage. A fully formed lamb floated motionlessly inside its dark red Jelly. “We could start with the blood drawing, if you need some time to mull this over,” Elwrick offered. They’d begun drawing Bo’s blood routinely and storing it for when it’d be needed to klone Bo himself. “No, no, I don’t want to be even a little bit lightheaded for this,” he replied, frowning, because he was a bit tempted by the idea. “Good choice,” the halfling nodded, going to put on a medical mask to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally sneeze on anything. Bo washed his hands in the basin at one end of the room, before putting on goggles, a mask, and a pair of elbow-length gloves. He knelt down beside the big glass jar, which was slightly taller than Elwrick, and at least four times as wide. The roots sprouting out of the back of the lamb’s neck were stuck all over the inside of the container, making it a little difficult for Bo to observe it from different angles. He frowned as he spotted a root tangled around one of the lamb’s legs near the bottom of the jar. Elwrick watched him from a short distance with his hands folded behind his back and no intention to interfere. He made some little curious sound as he saw Bo frowning, prompting him to tell him what he saw. Bo’s eyes flicked over to Elwrick, then back to the tangle of roots. “It’s got a little knot of roots around it’s leg..” “You don’t see anything else?” “No.. I don’t think it’s mutated or deformed at all.. And the temperature reading on the side is all good..” “Good..” Elwrick murmured, stepping up to get a look at the tangled leg for himself. “So, what are you going to do about the knots?” he inquired simply. “Reach in and untangle them…” he said slowly and uncomfortably. The feeling of the warm, thick jelly around his hand and arm made him feel like he was reaching around the guts of a giant monster, and the way it reeked of flesh didn’t help. Reluctantly, he stood up further to try and unscrew the lid of the jar, without much luck. After a while of Bo struggling to unscrew the lid, which had been sealed on tightly to ensure the safety of its contents, Elwrick focused on the jar and brought his hand up with a twitch of his nose and traced his finger in a small circle through the air. A soft ‘pop’ sounded from the jar as its lid loosened suddenly. “That was my fault, I shouldn’t have shut it so tightly,” he explained quietly after his intervention, clearing his throat and crossing his arms behind his back again. Bo unscrewed the lid the rest of the way and set it off to the side. “I’ll never get used to this stuff..” he groaned as the Jelly’s odor nauseated him, even through his mask. “Well, I got used to it,” Elwrick offered simply. Though his mouth wasn’t visible, Bo could see the corners of his eyes crease and know that he was smiling. He watched Bo as he grimaced and reached his arm deep down into the Jelly. “Quickly now, the less air it gets, the better.” “Right..” he brought his free hand up to cover his mouth and nose. His arm was buried almost deeper than the length of his glove, and he felt around half-blindly for the knotted roots. It took him a while, but he managed to free the lamb’s leg one-handedly. There was an unattractive ‘shhhlup’ as Bo pulled his hand back out of the container, and he scrunched up his nose as he shook his hand off and scraped remaining Jelly off on the edge of the jar. “Good!” Elwrick smiled again, less mockingly than before, as Bo placed the lid back on the jar and screwed it on tight. “Now, I want you to lick the rest off of your glove.” “WHAT?!” Bo’s head whipped around to stare at him in disbelief, though he knew that there was a 98% chance that he was actually serious. “I said I want you to lick your glove clean,” Elwrick repeated, staring at the glove in question, deadly serious. “You need to get used to it. When we klone you, it’ll get into every crevice, every orifice of your Shell. And you’re going to taste it then. There’s no way you can avoid it.” Bo knew there was no use in arguing, but he tried to stall anyway. “No.. I’ll throw up!” “That’s fine,” Elwrick shrugged, and crossed his arms. “Just do it in the basin.” Bo stood around helplessly for a moment, looking about the room and scratching himself with his clean gloved hand. “Okay.... okay…” he sighed heavily as he brought his other glove up in front of his face and pulled his mask down off of his mouth. “Don’t freak yourself out, Bo…” the halfling murmured quietly. “It’s not that terrible, but it’ll feel like it is if you’re already expecting it...” Bo stuck his tongue out and dragged it along the length of his glove up to his hand, his face contorting as he tasted the Jelly, like raw flesh, with a bloody metallic aftertaste. “Uuuuhghhh..” he groaned nauseously as he shot Elwrick a sideways glance pleading him to let him stop. Elwrick merely shook his head, frowned sternly, and gestured at the glove again. Grimacing and shutting his eyes, Bo managed to eventually clean the glove off, having to take breaks occasionally to choke the stuff down and stifle a threatening gag. By the time he was done, Elwrick had gotten a bit bored and went to examine other students’ jars and gauge their success. “Done,” Bo announced, a little green in the face. He looked severely uncomfortable, as if he had just downed a glass of raw eggs. Elwrick clapped once. “Well done! Now, ready for me to draw your blood? Or do you need a moment?” He headed over to the stairs, pausing for his student. Bo was slowly beginning to recover now, but he still felt the need to wrap his arms around his upset stomach. “Go ahead… I’m going to take a seat and meet you downstairs. I’ll just need five minutes or so!” “Right. See you in a bit,” Elwrick said, bobbing his head before scurrying away down the spiral stone staircase and out of sight. Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: Na Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Ya Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: Nop
  7. MC Name: Vezzin Character's Name: Elwrick Albright Character's Age: 100+ Character's Race: Halfling What magic(s) will you be learning?: Kloning Teacher's MC Name: N/A (Original User) Teacher's RP Name: N/A (Original User) Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: No Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yh Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: Nop Link back to the lore post for convenience: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/165596-alchemy-lore-submission-hermit-crabs/
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    @Tox he greets u at the gates of hell in these boots

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    On The Voidal Mage: Strength and their Connection

    yeah yeah yeah +1
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    [Alchemy Lore Submission] Hermit Crabs

    Updates made, y'all
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    [Alchemy Lore Submission] Hermit Crabs

    The Soul cannot distinguish between the Original and the Shell unless the Shell is severely mutated. Each of the Shells pull on the Soul all of the time, just a little bit, because the whole is naturally trying to reach an equilibrium and spread the soul out evenly amongst its physically separated parts. However, this can't happen because the Shell Pool isn't actually strong enough to tear the soul apart. Because of these two points, the Shell Pool is created.