HazelWazel

MC Name:

         Halflingsbloom

Character's Name:

         Primula Divadri

Character's Age:

         It's rude to ask a woman her age.

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         lord_of_losers

Teacher's RP Name:

         Sarah

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

         Yes sir, ma'am they'am

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 shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes!

MC Name:

         Halflingsbloom

Character's Name:

         Primula Divadri

Character's Age:

         It's rude to ask a lady her age..

Character's Race:

         Mali'ata

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Earth Evocation

Teacher's MC Name:

         ScoutTheWitch

Teacher's RP Name:

         Laurissa

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

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

         Yes!

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes!

MC Name:

         Halflingsbloom

Character's Name:

         Primula Divadri

Character's Age:

         It's rude to ask a lady her age..

Character's Race:

         Mali'ata

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Water Evocation

Teacher's MC Name:

         Dixie_Serenade

Teacher's RP Name:

         Taliya

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

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

         Yes!

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes!

MC Name:

         Halflingsbloom

Character's Name:

         Primula Divadri

Character's Age:

         It's rude to ask a lady her age..

Character's Race:

         Mali'ata

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Translocation

Teacher's MC Name:

         Evil_Macaroni

Teacher's RP Name:

         Bastien

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

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

         Yes!

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

MC Name:

         MaybeHazelWazel

Character's Name:

         Elenora Divadri

Character's Age:

         It's rude to ask a woman her age

Character's Race:

         Mali'aheral

Link to your accepted MA:

         https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/228590-herblore-fa-nothazelwazel/

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

         Herblore

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

Herblore is one of several Druidic DLCs that a druid can learn after hitting tier three in Communion and Control. This particular feat focuses on the alteration of herbs be it enhancement or diminution of their effects, altering their appearance, or even adjusting the duration of their effects. Outside of this it also allows a druid to create enhanced concoctions that trigger visions, turn foliage and moss into hardened bandages to seal off wounds, and creating companions who can carry out simple tasks for the user. Over all this feat is based heavily in aesthetical flavor as it is relatively freeform in how it can effect nature around them, allowing a druid to be more creative within their roleplay.

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

N/A

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

[Sealing Moss]

[!] The elder druidess took a seat upon the ground, rolling her eyes at the injury that was presented before her. She did not dwell however, instead moving her hand to the side to grasp a handful of grass and other various flora and fauna about her being. Her eyes took upon a violent hue of purple, beginning to press her hands together with the moss sealed within. (1/3)

[!] Ignoring the mans mumbling of 'I am going to die', mists of purple began to swirl about her hands, the flora and fauna becoming more dense and combined within her hands. With a gentle hum her false hands moved forward to press this odd mixture upon the others injury, smearing it lightly to his body. (2/3)

[!]  Once the druidess had fully set the paste like moss into place, her fingers rested just atop of it, the mists once swirling about her fingers seeped down into her creation. Within moments the moss began to harden akin to a second skin, stopping the bleeding from continuing any further. "I'll eventually fall off once its healed. Stop crying, its just a scraped knee." (3/3)

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

[Alter Flora: Alter Form]

[!] The elder druidess sat upon the ground, a flower before her  within a nearly empty field. Her student took a seat across, clasping their hands in front of themselves with a pensive squint to what was before Elenora. "Hm.. Did you know roses hold thorns in order to protect themselves from being eaten? In this case I suppose we can say we are altering it to prevent it from being picked."

"Is is that easy to just.. give it some thorns? Dont some flowers naturally have th-"

"No, we are going to give it needles instead, think.. like a cactus, hm?" The druidess corrected quickly, her hands resting atop of her knees as she remained kneeled before the flower, "It's fairly simple despite how it would seem. Connect and find its voice.. Focus on what you wish to change.. and allow it to come to be."

[!] The student gave a slow nod of their head, taking their gaze to the plant instead of their teacher. There was a brief pause before their eyes took upon a hue of vibrant green. Their attention completely upon this flower, their voice was found in the sea of hundreds. (1/3)

"- Good. Now picture it in your mind, the flower as it is only upon its stems needles kind to a cactus." The elder encouraged, granting the other an assuring smile.

[!] Her student gave a barely visible nod, mists of green beginning to swirl about their hands as they lifted them above the flower. The picture was clear in their mind, the delicate flower enhanced with glochids akin to a cactus. The mists upon their hands began to spin, spreading down and completely covering the flower in semi transparent mists, somewhat hiding it from view. (2/3)

"Will it to be. You got this, take that concept and make it a reality." The woman watched intently not the plant, but her student and their actions.

[!] The student took a very deep breath out as the energies began to fade, their hands dropping back to themselves as the shrouding mists seeped fully into the plant until they were fully gone. What was once a smooth stem now was covered with prickly glochids, an odd sight that did not match with the delicate pedals of the plant. The student reached their hand forward once more after a pause, curiously attempting to touch his creation. (3/3)

[!] SWAT! The elder druidess swatted his hand away with a clearly unamused deadpanned look, "Really? Are we really going to touch the prickly I just explained will hurt? Where you born yesterday? - You know what, do what you want. I'm heading back." The druidess moved to stand, though glanced back with a quick clear of her throat "You did good though."

"Ack- Sorry!" The student gasped as their hand was hit, grimacing at the scolding with their head turning down to the ground, having been entranced with such a curious flora. However at the praise they moved to their feet, quickly hurrying after his teacher, "- What can we learn next?"

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

Sometimes things are hard to grasp or lore is hard to read, which I completely get that. I try and assure that my dms are ALWAYS open to any and all questions. I give out the guide to what I'm teaching and the best way to proceed with the emote and their limits as I'm teaching. 

However if they got it wrong, I'd go through it with them again and explain what they did wrong and how to fix it. If they continue to mess up to the point where it truly became a clearly malicious attempt to powergame the feat beyond its limits, I would bring an LT in to further handle it, as a teacher can only do so much. 

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 sir / ma'am / they'am

Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.

         Nope!

A cruel joke. Elenora had just been held by her, listened to her play her lute before it all went dark.

The death of her brothers and sisters. Her Father. Her closest ally.

Death surrounded her.

“I am cursed.”

“̶̡̱͚͍̱͚͋I̸̥̤̩̲͙̾̎̐͗̌͘t̴̢̞̫̥̖̻̓̀͛͐͠͝ ̴̻̟͙̪̝̎̈͆͆̆̐͘͜c̸͙̳̞̗̊͒̐̊̊̂̈́̂o̸̢͎̱̯̘̠̥̫̎̓̌͛͒͐̐̾̚͠m̶̱͔̭̀̐̌́́̈͠ḙ̸͔́̈͐̕͠ś̷̻̙͓̙͇͖͔̃̀ͅ ̶̭͉̾̌̔͗̑͝f̶̢̔̓̅́̈̋̆o̴̭̪͖͊̀̉͐̂͝ŗ̶̼̭̪́͆́̒̍̂̌̂̈͘ ̴̜͉̬̪͚̤̘͑̿͆̂͂̐̾̇͜ú̴̟͖͓̣͎̣s̸̳̪̰̽͐̋̒̈́̏͑̎̚͠ ̴̡̘͕̫̬̌͌̓̔͑̊̃͋̓͝ạ̶̧̃͒́̆̍͋͘͝ļ̵̹̱̠͍̬̳̮̗̔̋̎̐̀͊̈̚͜l̸̮̭̱͔͍̥̹̞̓͂͋̈ ̵̢̢̠̣̘̽̿͑̈́̽͐͐̏͘è̷̪̹͔͔͉̣̮͙̇͌̅̈́̚̚͜͝v̶̢̧͖͚̺̻̼̗̦̓̾̍̈́͒̈́̈́͠e̴̬̩̫͛͛ṇ̵̛͐̂̃̍̃̂̀͐͝t̶̡̽́̉́̏̚͝u̴͔̟͙͛͋͌̃̂̄̋̌͛a̴͖̦͂̄̌̍̄̓͒͒̚ĺ̴̢̖̜̞͗̅̆͝l̵̬͖̼̞̰͖͓̽̀̉̌̉̚ỹ̵̬̓̍̀̏.̸̡̦͉̄”̸̧̞͇̞̤̈́̽͆́͌͋̂̑͑̀

“Why cant it be me?”

 ̵̧̡͈̞͉̣̯̅̌̿̀͛́̾͠͠“̶̪̖̬͓͈͓̎̀̓͛́̏̎͌̀̐T̷̡̞̤͔̻̞̺͕̞̻̾̏̌̕̚ḧ̵̖̗͇͇̪̯́́̕̚e̸̙̯̍̐̿̒͑̑̔̐͒͠ý̷̢̧͎̖̟̙̮͎͎̳̾͆̓̔̂́̈́̕’̶̛̜̣̯͚̳̮̳̔̍̕d̸̤̀̆̌̅ ̶̡̱̪͓̾̆͋ͅb̵̛̙̹͚́̑̈́͊̓͊̈e̴̡͚̪̮̳͇̤̠͇̰͂ ̶̼͕͕̺̯̱̙̘͇̀ş̷͎́͊̓̿̽ỏ̷̡͇̟̘̗͙̬̐̓̓͑́ ̶͇̪̬̳̆͋̕͠a̷̫̺̘͚͆͜n̷̦̻͗͌̂ġ̶͎͇͓̓̽̆͋͗͝ŗ̵̗̜͎̮͔̖̱͚̭͆̆ẙ̸̨͉͖̥̟̤̮̟ ̸̬̝͍̋̚͜͠͝w̶̛͚̦͚͎̝̹̼̗͆͐̉͠ͅi̷̮̰̣̜͈͕͙̜͆̅̆̿̍͗̕t̴̡͙͇͎͚̃̾̒̈̂̕̚̚͝h̶͍͉͈̺͔͖͗̐̊̊̿̌̚̚͝ ̷̛̪̈̊͌̇͐̓̓͛͠ỳ̶̞͍͉̭̓̊͒͋̐̾̔̚ơ̵̡̈̎̐́u̶̝͈̩͔̰̞̩̯͌̍͜͜ ̸̢͚͙͉͍̟͍͚͋͂̉̌̂͠ͅi̷̟͉̖̝̫͕̪͌͂̂̀̚̕͠f̴̜̞͒̃͂͘ ̴̱̝̪͑y̶̛͔̜̟͙͚̖̭͌̀͆̂̍̈̃͝ò̸̢̞̲͍̮̳̈̉̇̇̓́̍̌u̴̧̬̻͔̖̞̘͈͒́͌͘ͅ ̷̛̘̫̤͈̯͓͂̾̓͜͝g̸̗̟͈̦̺͙͗̈́͆̕a̷̛̰̦̭͚̝̗̬̎́̇̌̄͋̚͝v̸̧̛̰̭͚̝̠̘̥̊͌͑̉̽͂̄̾͝ě̶̠̫̺̻̦̠̰̣̲̓̎̈̂͜ ̶̧̛̮̣̲̥̒̃u̶̱̫͓̒͆̔̇͝p̴̞͖̩͙̞̱͚̈́̐̈̒̄̉̏̕ ̷͓̖̯̗̙̇̓̋͊̅̍̚͝ͅń̸̖̗͎͚͕̻̝̞̭ǫ̸̙͔̜̝̳̗̣̟̼͊̄w̶̞̓ͅ.̷̼̀ͅ”̷͉̙̱̼͗͂̃̕̚

“I wont even see them in my death.”

 ̷̢̛͖̰̱̋͗̑̌̃͆̊̐͝Ą̶̛̤͔̯͖͌̇͠l̷̛͚̰͐͌̾͋̒̌̕l̴̻̭͔͋̓̅̍͊͋̃̚ ̶̢̗̯͕͚̻̟̼̼͔́̽́͝ț̵̢͕̼̹̃̀̓̎̒͝h̵̢͓͖̟̝͚̭̥̥͔́͌͑͆̾e̸͎̟̘̖̍͗́́͛̓͂̕̚͝ ̸̘͙͉́̂͛͝m̸̛̭͔͖̻͇̞͈̝͔̍̾͒͂̿͗ǫ̶̖͈̟̅̏͌̈́̆͑́r̶̨̘̠̤̫̼̪͓͐̔ḕ̸͈̘̥̭̫̰̳͎͆͘͘͜͝͝͝ͅ ̷̢͓͈̠̮̮̥̏͐͘r̷̝̐͆͂̅̈́ę̷̡̖̥̜̥̺͚͇̘̋̄̆̽à̵͓͇̃̊͂̀̕͜͠ṣ̶̨̟̯̫̺̓̋̍̽̃͋̄̚̕̚o̸͓̦͖͈̼͊͆͌̾̋́̈́͐͌̎͜n̶̢̤̺̙̲̘͓͇͖̉̉͂͜ ̷̨̝͈̳̪͙̦̊̌͌͂͛̃̌̄͗̓t̷̨̙̠̞͇͚̟̗̞̆̽̀͛̃͒́́̾̕ǫ̷̫̻̯͇͚̠͑͠ ̸̫͋́̈́ļ̸͖̖̰̯̘̗͋̏͆̋͋̊̓͠͝ȋ̴̻̻̩̲̹͑͛̄̔̍̅̋̌̔v̴͔͉̣̫̙̻̳͎̞̎͌̑͐͆͑̓ȩ̴̜̪̰̜̞̃͗̐̒͊͘,̶́̊̐ͅ ̴̧̛̫͓̼͆̈́̐͛̂̐̿̚f̷͕͓̰̈́͌̓̀̽̽̚͜õ̴͍̝̝̤̝̭̝͋r̴̭͉̥̈͐̉̈͝ ̶̡̟͈͖͇͙̲̱̣̓̀̈́͑͛̔̓͛̎ͅṫ̶̡̪̻̘̹̘̻̻͉̓͆h̸̛͚̙͈̥͓̬͔̰͗̽̒͌̉ͅȩ̴̖͕̱͇̥͖͙̿̎̊̎̄͑̒̇m̶̨͕̳̲̖͔̹̰̌̓̽̃̒̀̚͝.̵̧̹̜̽͂̈́̈́̄͂́̅͆͘ ̵̧̘̬̙̩̋͌͜T̶̡͓̟̱̹̪̈́̒͑̿̓͊̈́͝h̸̥̖͇͎̹̗̼̪̽͑̌̆̀̀ͅḙ̴͈̗̪̫̟̆̍i̵͇̠͉͈̓̒r̷̛̭̃̿̋͜ ̸̡̛̭͍̲̘̇̈́̓͊̽̈́̂̄̍ḭ̶̺̱̫̳̘͓̬̻̈́͋̅͋̽̈̇̇͠n̶̢̛̯͍͕̰̹̰̖̤̩̋̔̏̉͒̈́͝͠f̸̛͎̙̟͇l̶͇̳͍̳̼̮͕̈̂͘ü̷̧̼̝̻̰̹͍̭̱̇̐͘̕͝͝ė̶̡̲̠͚̪̯̥̆̇̊ṋ̸͔̠̪̓̂̈̇̇͌̓͝c̸̢̭̬̙̬͇̺͋͑̃̄̌̚ë̷͉̝̯͕͔́̅̀͑̽͒̊̍͘̕ ̸̞̽̒̀͋͂ű̶̲̺̖̮̺̳͊p̸̥͖̲̭͎̖̲̘̰͒̾o̷͇͑̃̂̿̅̇̈̄̚̚͜͜n̴̢̻̹̞̫̭͌̈́̇̅̽͜͝ ̸̙̝̦̋̋̾̄͜ͅý̷̨̬̳̻̬̺̳̪̳̀ͅo̶͓̟̮̦̜͗u̷̮̙̹̽̈́͌̏̂͠ ̶̼̖͋w̷̬̥͖̗̮̲͆̏ỉ̵̧̛͔̦̙̣͙̼̙̱̲̈́̽l̵͓̮̟̀͗͗͆̌͘l̶̺̦̮̟͆̆ ̸̹̩̩̥͍̤̞̦̥͛̂͐̎͑̽́̚ṟ̵̈́̿̌͑́̈́ȇ̵̮͚̲͋̀m̸̛̹̟͕̟̯͙̀͊̈̆̎̇ạ̵̢͖͉̮̪̼͂̒̔́̇͗̎̍̄͘͜ï̷̧̛̖̙̦̝̀̅̊́͗͘ṇ̸̨̛̬͓͔͕́̍̔,̸̢͖̹̱̗̚ ̶̥͚͙̲̙͕̺̬͇̞̀̒̅̎͐̈́̚ă̴̦̳̓͊͊̈͝n̴͖͎̍̓̓̅̉̿̂̃̍̕ḑ̷͖̫̬̯̰̣̲̌̈̏̂́͐͌͘͝ ̵͍̻̘͐͜y̶̫̩̗̑̈́͋o̵̜͖͓̹͋͐̈́̋̐̀̒͘ͅǘ̴̡̻̦̠͓̲̮̀ͅ ̴̡̱̲̲̹͌͗w̶̗̬̮̪͈͙̯̓̆̉̿ǐ̷̦̖̒̚l̴̜̰̬̭̦͕͈̫̂̿͜͝l̴̗̈̓͗͋͝͠ ̶̧̜̝̠̩̝̮̤̪̂c̶͎̭̖̝̬͓̞̩͉̋͑̊̇́͌͛̈́͝ǎ̷̛̝̭̲̠̇̀͋͊̿̌͜͝r̴̥̎͐̿͗͐͋̅̕̕r̷̡̨̝̗̠͍͙̮̅̐̑͑y̴̧̺̣̰̘͆̉̓̿̿͑͛̚͝͝ ̴̗͇̆ã̵̛͚̀͑̍́̋̒͠͠ ̶̙̈́̑p̷̤̙̫̳̩̃̀̏̈́̓͘͝i̸̡͉̥̥̘̔̊̽͝͝͠ę̴̞̲͉̜̦͔̣̬͂̋̿ͅç̷̛͈͈͖͔̫͈͑ẻ̸̢͎̮̤͚̰̦̣ ̵̼̦͗͛͠o̵̡̬̫̯̹̳̮̻̫̯͒̈͠f̷̖̥̖̱̲͈̬̈́̅̓̒͝ͅ ̸̥̝̙̲̿̀͌̈́͝t̶̯̤̟͈̜̬͕̬̲̒̎̎̋͋̂́͝ͅh̵̭̟̜͉̦̣̉ȩ̶̟͚̼͉̹͔̬̜͆m̶͔͝͠ ̷̨͎̗͚̰̆̒̍̒͋̀̊̈́͒͠w̸̜͔͒͒̆̇̋̑͋̃̚̚i̸̹͚͍͉̫̣͗́̆̓̑ͅt̴̢̢̮͚̆̍̓̐́h̵̛̼̀͂̎̓͒ ̶͙̞͕̙͇͉̯͊̈̐͊̀̄̕͘͘͝ŷ̴̡̼̭́ơ̷̧̿̐̋͐̒̍̕̕͠u̶̡̫̱̐̃͠͝ ̵̞̻̬̦͚̻̜͎̰̫̏̿̆ȁ̶̧̙̤̪̂̌͗͊̃̔͜l̶͚̝̞̣̯͎̹̻̹̂w̶̼̮͉̣̪̞̲̍̚a̴̢̨̻͚̺̥̝̰̩͐̓́̋͑̂̒͂ÿ̸̛̦̮́̑̃̓̎̀s̸̢̫͙͋̆́̓̆͠͠.̸̢̨̨̲͉͍̠̰͝ͅ”̵͍̥͕̿̒̏́̒

"What.. do I do now?"

̴̧̛͚̪̬̲̻̂̈́͛̔"̵̣͇̮͚̣͙̺͊͋̿̍͐͌̌ͅI̵͕͍͕̫̙̮͈͉͒͊̋̿̈́͜ ̶̢̛̯͙͇̈͗̉̈p̷̖̯̹̫̰̅̒r̶̢̢͍̯̠͓̉̉̔̚o̷̝̍̏̿͌͛̽̓̃m̷̪̋̓̈́̄̎̍i̷̡̲̞͈͓̠͋͑̈́̈̽͑̎ş̸͙͇̣̣͇͔̜̄͐͂̍̿ͅé̵̡̙̼͉͐̒͑͒̽̌͆̚̕d̸̠̺̪͌ͅ ̵̼̱̲̱͔̬͙͑̽͗̐̏͝t̴̪̩̥͎̻͙̗͐͆̅̋͆͝ö̸̧̮̙̜̼̩̼̹̠̥́͒͑͌̎ ̵͓̲̤̙̼͕̱͚̌̔̈́̀̈́͐̓͠c̶̛͎͍͍̫̩̟͉͑̿̅̎̉̑̍̚͠a̷̟͙̟̋͜r̸̢̭͖͖̙̣͓͚̞̾̍͌̄͒̎͝͝e̸̡̨̧̻̣̯̘͓̽̆̈́͌̇́͌̚͠͠ͅ ̶̨̞̝̘͉͓̥͘f̶̧̛̛͚͇͇̻͉̤̺̬̆̆̒̋̀͘ö̴̺́̄͌̈́́r̶̘̓͑͌̽̈́ ̶̬̑y̵͈͊̿̉̃͋͒͝͝õ̴̰͙͠ù̷̪͋.̵̢̳̤̖̅̅ ̶͙̀́̓͆̈́̑́͝W̴̻̱̦̬̮̥̒ḛ̶͙͂͊̑̈́̇̈͠ ̶̨̤̬̗̞͓̜͎̈̌̅̄͗̿̑͌̐͠m̴̺͖͕̯̠͉͑̊̋͆͂̊̌̿͘ó̶̦̼̘̤̣̯̎́̂̾̓͋v̵̬͖̤̥̲͓̦͆̐̆͐̓́̂͠e̶̢̛̳̯̒̈̇́͆̊ ̵͔̥͔̭̩̟̲̲̋̈̂̋̕͘f̷̻̺̙̼̐̀̔̚̕͠ǫ̸̨̝̫̜͕̝̾͂͝ͅŕ̷̛̗̰̫̬̻̼́̐͐̊͒͛̾͝ŵ̴͔̉͑͌̚ã̵̛̞̠̘͈̪̅r̴̛͈̤͉͋͗̏͂͌̈͆̀͜͝ḑ̴̛̟̩͈̪̱͔͑̀͗̅̇̓͋.̷̛̗̦̟̀͐͊̚͝͝"̵̢̝͈̙̹̰͍̞̊̇͆̃̍̿

It is often said that a child will take after their parents. Their mannerism, their looks, their skills. The apple never falls far from the tree after all. Elenora Divadri was unique in that only her looks matched her fathers, but even that was cultivated, created and crafted for Sarrion  and forced into his life.  Elenora became all that he was not out of spite of his disinterest. Sarrion was charismatic and civil, while she turned to wrath and bluntness. A powerful voidal mage, a founder of practices beyond comprehension? She became a druid who found her footing within the wilds.  Yet the further her path strayed from his, the closer they got. A bond of genuine care formed.

She soon loved her father, to the point where when it was demanded by her fellow druids to kill him, she denied it without hesitation. He gave her advice, sat with her when she needed it the most, and loved all of her, even when she did not.

 He was a constant. Even when he left, she knew he would come back. 

He promised he would not truly go without saying goodbye.

-=-

The Scorpion Druid sat within her fathers  room, filled with books and notes which were already beginning to gather dust. Within her automation hand her father himself had crafted, the foreign letter and faded grimoire held weakly. Her head slowly thudded against the bed frame, sleep unable to find her as her mind raced with emotions of anger, grief, and the pain of the unknown.

The Silence was deafening, yet in the back of her sleep deprived mind it came as clear as day. His quiet voice during her  most restless of nights filled with terrors;

“Get some sleep. Dad will keep you safe while you do.”

A small choked laugh left her lips at the memory, her eyes finally closing as she pulled her fathers things closer to herself.

“P-Please.. A tiny.. Voidal mage is going to protect me?”

”. . . I miss you.”

Holding the notice with both hands, The Scorpion Druid gave a small grimace, using one of the spider legs upon her back to push her hair about to try and hide the glowing crystalline horns upon her head.

"Hats are nice."

Deep within the Sunbreak keep, Delmira Sylvaeri, the wife of 'the Glovebearer' gets the mail, panning through the numerous missives for the both of them. In careful delegation she sorts them into his and hers piles. Of course, Forgetful as she is once her husband returned home she did not mention the missives needing his attention. After some time, the piles began to get covered in books, baking materials, and more, scattered about their shared home.

Hopefully nothing too important was buried and lost.

Beneath the trees she rested, the sun just slightly breaking through the shade of the leaves. Despite the peace this place should have provided her, The Scorpion Druid, found no such thing. They had just spoken. She had just replaced his arm to his liking. He had just told her to stay alive.

"What a fool.. Could he not take his own advice?"

Despite her callous words, her teeth dug into her lips to hold back a sound of despair. A hand of wood lifted up to the sky shakily, the palm faced up to the sky. Here it remained for a few moments, before it curled into a fist and thusly dropped down.

"Blessed be, Brother War. You may lay down those weapons you held within yourself now."

Within the depth of her home, a blind cleric sits quietly as she listens to a old friend read off the most recent missives. There was little reaction from the Mali'ame, all until a certain name caused her to startle. A gasp escaped her lips, causing her hand to move to her mouth. It had been so long since she had seen her. When was the last time she had even sent a letter to her or sought her out? Her thoughts disrupted by a clearing of the throat.

"Is something wrong, Delmira?"

"I fear I have failed someone without realizing. Even now, if I act.. I fear they are too far into the darkness to be found."

"Will that stop you from trying?"

"... Nein. All darkness must have a light somewhere."

It was only when they counted and named the dead that Delmria Sylvaeri learned the fate of the young Paladin. It caused her to take pause in organization of what little medicine she had left from the gruesome and bloody battle. It had only been a few hours ago that they stood within the once sacred halls of Tahariae's Temple, Elena asking her about what had occurred to her sight, and the cleric in turn offering the other some perhaps harsh advice on conversation.

Regret. Frustration. Despair.

There were so many other things they could have spoke about, so many far more kind things that she could have said. But there was no way to change the past now, nor was there a way to thank Elena for the kindness she had shown to her so many times before. The cleric bowed her head, ushering a soft prayer to the heavens:

"Xan, she is within your halls now. She has done her duty and has entered your golden domain. Let her not worry for us here, for we will be fine."

"Tahariae, my Silver Stag, grant her family peace and assure their souls safety and purity. Protect them in this time from the darkness that comes our way, for this is only the beginning of what is to come." 

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MC Name:

         lmploded

Character's Name:

         Delmira Sylvaeri

Character's Age:

         Nearing 400

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Seer

Teacher's MC Name:

         N/A

Teacher's RP Name:

         N/A

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         Yes!

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         No I have not

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes!

this is not a pk post pls

There was no telling of night or day within the depths of Sunbreak, only a guess based on the comings and goings of the Paladins. Even this schedule became irregular as more conflicts arose, and duty called. For a moment though, silence took its hold upon the gilded halls as those who lived within were preoccupied with outside matters or finally finding rest. Only one seemingly remained awake, a Mali’ame adorned in unstained white who sat upon the highest balcony to overlook this silence, an ancient book upon her lap, water logged and well read with a faded Cleric emblem almost lost to time. What normally was a view of grandeur and shine was nothing but blurry shapes and faded lights and colors.

It had been long since she had considered herself of much use to any cause or event within the Order she was tied so closely to. She was no fighter, a pacifist by nature of her weak and ailed body. Her talents of healing were well wasted within a keep of miracles and deific gifts that could do what she did and more. Despite this, she had never stalled. She always offered companionship, an ear, her comparatively mundane talents of healing, or merely treats after a long endless day. To her, this helplessness she felt was not forever, but a mere waiting game. Her praise and prayer never stalled, knowing one day Tahariae would call her once more; it was nerve a matter of if but when to the devout Mali’ame. As long as she had this faith, to her that would be enough.

That was until her vision began to fade.

It came out of nowhere, her gaze straining to view notices and people at a distance. Soon the mild hindrance became a true problem as she began to run into objects and people. Within only months the sweet smell of baked goods had faded as cooking and baking had become too dangerous. Books within the woman’s home started to gather dust, unable to make out the words upon the parchment even with the aid of glasses.

Even in all of this, her prayers and praises never ceased. To the Mali’ame this would pass as all of her ailments did. Every sickness and hardship felt light upon her shoulders as long as she had her faith. Torture, kidnapping, seizures, near death attacks- she had lived through it all by the will of Tahariae. In each step in her life, even long after he recalled his light from his followers, she remained on his path; upon his will.

Until she was told this blur would soon take full hold, and drive her blind.

There was much for the cleric to reflect upon, she had done so much. Lady Treasurer of Santegia, Cleric and Priestess of Tahariae, High Princess of Aegrothond later named Elvenesse. A mother. A wife. A loyal friend and ally. What use would she be now without her sight? How could she begin to be of any help to those she loved when she already lacked? Those thoughts, that dread began to consume her as darkness began to flood the corners of her eyes.

“Mira? Starlight, what are you doing up here?”

Her thoughts of trepidation were interrupted by a familiar sound of heavy armoured steps behind her, though the feeling of overwhelming deific energy was even more recognizable.

“Mein Liebster-”

No other words were needed as she outstretched a hand into the dimming light which was closing into abyssal darkness. There stood no pause from her husband for within moments she felt his gauntleted hand within hers. Upon this cool metal touch, familiar waves of warmth filled her senses as once more Tahariae’s light was present to her. The thud of armour echoed as the Templar came to a knee, his head brought forward against his partners. It was only then her eyesight came into focus, granting her the  view of familiar glowing silver.

“Have I mentioned recently that your eyes are as if looking into the depths of the seas, to which I find myself always lost within? Perhaps not even that, as all other blues pale in comparison to yours. Those hues could never hold the soul and breadth of your love within their shades.”

“You may have mentioned a time or two, but say it again so I may not forget.”

A small laugh left her, before she fell to silence once more. She dared not blink, not wanting to miss a second of her most favorite sight within the realm. With her head against Feanor’s, and Tahariae’s light flooding her senses.. the darkness upon her peripheral began to close in.

“. .  . . I love you, Feanor.”

“And I you, Delmira.”

With these words, Delmira Sylvaeri’s sight ended, and though darkness was all she saw..

Light consumed her.

Who are you?

Stood within Celia'nor, the Scorpion Druid taps her metal fingers lightly onto her hip, her wooden fingers clutching a ancient compass. With a small flick of her wrist the object was rendered open, the needle rapidly spinning with no direction to gather. Elenora sighed gently as she closed it once more, shoving it into her pocket.

"Vile."

MC Name:

         Snowsnorm

Character's Name:

         Vulnir Illyth'onn

Character's Age:

         It's rude to ask a lady her age..

Character's Race:

         Mali'ame

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Paladinism

Teacher's MC Name:

         Aeolus of Khamees

Teacher's RP Name:

         rukio13

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         N/A

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         Yes!

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

MC Name:

         Halflingsbloom

Character's Name:

         Zyn'ira Terin

Character's Age:

         It's rude to ask a lady her age..

Character's Race:

         Mali'ame

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Bardmancy [A+M+S+W]

Teacher's MC Name:

         PestyWarlock

Teacher's RP Name:

         Farian

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

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         Yes!

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         Yes!

Pieces of thick recycled parchment seem to be found at random within the wilds, deep within forests, and caves. Where one would wander, one may just happen to stumble upon the odd carefully written letter.

It is in the nature of a druid to wander, for if they lose themselves within the wilds and amongst the voices, are they truly lost? 

For as long as I have been a druid it has not been odd for one day a brother or sister to just disappear without a single utterance or warning. We all know when the wilds whisper, we heed and answer their call without hesitation. It is not something we can fight, not that we could try to. I myself have seen it occur hundreds of times over, even experiencing the call for myself.

It has been long since I have returned, but something had still remained unsettled within me, nagging at my very core. I had assumed, nay I had hoped, that those I were in the midst of guiding and teaching would be looked after and cared for. I fear I was wrong to hope such.

I know we try our best to assure our brothers and sisters reach their fullest potential, but there are some I know who are out there that have slipped between our fingers. Forgotten druid who perhaps have given up and believe they have passed the time where they can learn. This, I promise you, is not true.

I reach out to you now, to offer you a path to your fullest potential. You need not be ashamed, for I too was once lost. Please seek me or send a letter, for the only way to begin is by beginning.

Moon Pillar of the Asul’Fiyem - Scorpion Druid, 

Elenora Divadri

Im taking this goober 1/3

MC Name:

         NotHazelWazel

Character's Name:

         Elenora Divadri

Character's Age:

         It's rude to ask a woman her age.

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Herblore

Teacher's MC Name:

         Arcelia

Teacher's RP Name:

         T0nikensa

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

         Yes sir, ma'am they'am

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 shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes!

MC Name:

         NotHazelWazel

Character's Name:

         Elenora Divadri

Character's Age:

         It's rude to ask a woman her age

Character's Race:

         Mali'aheral

Link to your accepted MA:

         https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/228430-transcendance-fa-nothazelwazel/

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

         Transcendence

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

 Grandfathered

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

N/A - Grandfathered

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

N/A - Grandfathered

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

N/A - Grandfathered

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

Accidents happen, and most cases of power gaming is being ill informed of the lore of what they are doing. An easy correction is to walk them through the steps again and tell them to reference the lore if they can. I make students aware that my DMs are always open incase they need help or have questions about the lore- and if I cannot find the answers always to double check with staff. However- If it's malicious or done purposefully to abuse the lore and correction does not work, it probably is best to inform a LT member so they are able to help handle the situation as well.

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 sir / ma'am / they'am

Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.

         Nope!

MC Name:

         NotHazelWazel

Character's Name:

         Elenora Divadri

Character's Age:

         It's rude to ask a woman her age.

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Transcendence

Teacher's MC Name:

         N/A - Grandfathered

Teacher's RP Name:

         N/A - Grandfathered

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

         Yes sir, ma'am they'am

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 shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes!

MC Name:

         NotHazelWazel

Character's Name:

         Elenora Divadri

Character's Age:

         It's rude to ask a woman her age.

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Unattunement

Teacher's MC Name:

         DragonofTaters

Teacher's RP Name:

         Wicker

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

         Yes sir, ma'am they'am

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 shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes!