Keening

A man scratches at the split portion of his beard and stares at the missive. He felt it, too. A desire. A thirst. A need to gamble.

Calor Mors is back on the menu.

/warp ct

A high elf shrouded in greenery and platemail continued to tread the roadways. Some miscreant from a bygone era began a trip from a Norland vassal to the wilderness in search of freedom.

i respect them all the more. bone-in wings are inferior in every way enjoy ordering your meal only for a quarter of it to be carrionfood you cannot eat bones, why have you ordered them

A miscreant of many years considers returning to Idunia after reviewing this legislation. No longer, he hoped, would strange creatures tread the streets unquestioned.

I believe certain feats should, in fact, claim some of your magic slots. Not because they strain your soul or something, but because they strain your mind. You're telling me you remember all the intricacies of the void for 5 separate magics, including a voidal feat, as well as alchemy, with further knowledge of tawkin, smoggers, and animatii, AND you can recall all of it it with perfect clarity? I want feat slots at the very least. A limitation of 3 (knowledge-based) feats is generous. Things like vampism / corcitura, despite being feats, should have exceptions of their own because they don't require advanced knowledge. They're effectively a state of being. EDIT: I'm also a massive advocate for people picking up two-slotted evocations and playing heavily into the niches of their character, rather than learning and doing everything under the sun without any sort of drawback. I like the concept of master pyromancers wandering around teaching lesser mages the magic. It's a cool aesthetic. I'd even go so far as to say, if you want to teach voidal magics that have two slots, you should HAVE to be two-slotted. But, we know that will never happen.

F What kind of impact did Khel'rost actually have on Thalis, if any I haven't really been able to tell and I wasn't around to RP with you as frequently as I would've liked

Khel’rost’s arm burned and his throat was hoarse. Every breath came labored from behind the high elf’s faceplate. He hauled himself backwards with what little strength remained in his body. Beads of crimson kept welling from his right forearm and shoulder where many small, yet awfully sharp blades of slayersteel had bit through fabric and flesh. Though weak, the voidal sorcerer still managed to stand and level a humming arcane scepter between himself and his opponent. It was too little, too late. The coil of blades around his upper arm was suddenly wrenched back, which dragged him closer and caused several sharp edges to carve deeper into his pale skin. The scepter fell from his grasp and pierced the ground where it remained embedded by its spiked crescent. His opponent covered what little ground there was between them and struck towards his remaining leg with a steel sabaton. It drove into the kneecap and crystal shards exploded backwards across the grass like the other had mere minutes before. Every crystalline sliver cracked and melted into a haze of dark blue smoke. With his atronach leg destroyed at the knee, his unsupported weight tumbled backwards into the ground a second time. The slayersteel lash slithered back at the behest of its wielder. They wrapped it around the felled wizard’s throat and he felt the cold metal tighten to a suffocating, splicing grip against his flesh. The high elf was dragged upright, his head held in place by only blood-slaked blades. He managed a few venomous words to the fellow combatant as their blades dug deeper. The syllables escaped him in a waning cacophony of three voices - not one - but their vitriol was paired with underlying somberness. “You’re scared- terrified of what our beliefs might cost you.” “You are a slave to power, not principle.” “You, your Forlorn Way, are utter rot.” The sharpened barbs withdrew from his throat, allowing the fatally wounded elf to strike the ground in a graceless heap. From where he lay, the victor could be seen peering down upon him through a metal visor. Their response came in the form of an admission as they rendered aid to his wounds. To their dismay, the lacerations and blood-loss were quickly discovered to be far too extensive. A few gurgles escaped the bloodied sorcerer’s throat; a final utterance in a harsh and grating tongue. It was a revelation of self. A declaration of faith. A pledge of unyielding resolve. “O’kuram daz’uluar godar-agetsak Khel’rost; pa’sna al’org-harhala disidyz aemus.” He succumbed to unconsciousness afterwards, followed quickly by death. ᴍᴀᴀɴ’ᴅᴏ-ᴘᴇ | ᴜɴᴜʟʟᴀ | ꜰʀᴇʀʜᴜʀ | ʜᴇʟᴍᴏᴅᴠᴀ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ | ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ | ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ | ꜰʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ Khel’rost awoke beside two faded silhouettes in what seemed like utter darkness. It flooded every corner of his vision and felt like an impossible weight which threatened to crush his chest. Only then did the wailing pierce his ears; the boundless horror, seething rage, and unbridled desperation of a dissonant sea. He willed himself towards its surface and the shackled souls beside him sought to do the same, but every foot of progress was reduced to inches by the threnody of waves. The cold and creeping dark descended upon them again, delivering the shattered trio down beneath the deluge. His sense of time was the first to go. Every breathless second resembled eternity. The hope of resisting this erosion followed, for it was slowly chiseled away by the endless tides. They wore upon him and he soon began to dwindle. Then there came a glimmering light from above; a glimpse of hope. He felt an unusual pull towards the surface, and so he clawed and flailed with energy anew. The sorcerer and his pale shades journeyed upwards until they breached a placid surface. There, they discovered a lull in the endless song of the sea. They had been beckoned by acquaintances yet-living; their faces were but a blur to him, but every voice carved through the horizonless squall. Each syllable came as a reminder of a place less loathsome. For as brief as it was, Khel’rost had experienced a sense of peace as well as hope. With it came clarity. He would not wallow, merely wait.

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Tried this, it's basically impossible Discordification has made these sorts of things incredibly difficult

An armored Atmorice, cloaked in his verdant shroud, studied the Fennic artillery squad in his peripheral view amidst the battle. Perhaps he might reach out soon - perhaps not. He simply wasn't sure yet. The thoughts were banished from his mind when the tower they stood on began listing to its side. He fell upon the tiled rooftop, slid off its edge, and landed on his plated chest. Though suffering three cracked ribs and a slough of smaller injuries, the plated elf remained present and operating off adrenaline for a little while longer.

@Kirakurui'm gonna need that slot machine figura brother

i wish you the best mr swiftington

incredibilis

What did he mean by this

A towering high elf scanned the missive and his lips gradually pursed into a line. The accusations he had heard seemed to be false, thus he pushed them from his mind. In their place stood a solemn reminder; boundless pride was a poison. It often leads you astray. Damien may have been no voidal terrorist, but he was certainly misled - misguided. Perhaps things would have been different for Damien if he'd been given a proper environment. Lothric would have to spend time mulling this over. - A dead high elf thought he witnessed a familiar face in the sea of fellow souls trapped in the Ebrietaes. Madness must have crept closer, catching him unawares. His certainty was eroding in this place. Khel'rost steeled himself for a moment before being whisked deep below the surface. The familiar face and thoughts were soon forgotten, pushed aside by the suffering which surrounded him.

voidal illusion is the only correct answer atm