Riftblade

Velenius slaps a pencil against the document.

shaking and crying rn

+1 from me.

MC Name: Ulmo

Character's Name: Vedran

Character's Age: 50 or something

Character's Race:

Human

Link to your accepted MA:

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/180645-animii-craftingmariftblade/?tab=comments#comment-1695498

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

Animii Crafting

Summarise the Lore of this magic(s):

Animii Crafting is the creation of automatons/robots through non-magical means. 

Automatons -

The process of creating an animii begins with a creator of these machines creating plans and drawing up sketches of what they envision their automaton to look like, what parts are necessary, and where those parts need to go. This may consist of figuring out where gears may need to go, deciding the placement of vital pieces in the automaton, etcetera. 

A creator needs to create a frame which acts like a skeleton for the machine that they will be creating. Tubes will act as vessels and veins through which an alchemical fluid can flow - this fluid acting as blood for the machine. Some parts of a machine may require more vessels than others. For example - a humanoid automaton may have more vessels in their legs than their ears. Like any normal Descendent, the loss of blood/alchemical fluid can prove to be detrimental for a machine. If a machine were to lose enough blood where a Descendent would die, they would instead shut down. 

An extremely important component in the making of an animii is the heart. This device is made up of springs and cogs, the cogs being infused with redstone. A diamond or graphite must be placed within the center of this heart. Of course, the heart needs several openings in which the vessels can be inserted so that the alchemical fluids can flow in and out. The heart needs to activated or jumpstarted so that it can start working. This might be done through the application of heat, electricity, or by attaching a key or spring that can be turned to make the cogs within the heart turn. The energy produced by the redstone-infused cogs goes to the automaton’s blood. When the automaton has been completed and the heart is activated, the automaton will be fully activated.

In addition to these primarily alchemical fluids that act like blood, additional fluids must be made as well for the ability to see, the ability to hear, the ability to smell, the ability to think, and so on. These fluids can be created through the combination of specific reagents and must be applied onto a device. A device that acts like a Descendent’s brain may be created - more folds in this device allows for greater thinking capabilities - which holds the fluids for thought. Eyes can be made with glass and the fluids for sight may be applied on the eyes’ surfaces and injected inside a hollow container within these eyes or attached to them. Devices similar to ears will have the fluids for hearing applied onto them. So on so forth. These devices will, of course, need to be attached to the vessels so that the fluids they hold can interact with the automaton’s blood.

Automatons will need some form of covering, similar to how Descendents have skin, to prevent their insides from being exposed or even falling out. This ‘skin’ can be created from metal, or even other materials provided those materials can hold the insides of the machine in.

Automatons don’t necessarily have to be humanoid, as one may create a bird animii or even a horse animii. The strength and speed of an Animii will depend on how their creator chose to design them, the size of their heart and vessels will also be reliant on such to ensure that the automaton functions properly. This must, of course, be reasonable. 

Automatons upon activation will have a basic instinct, though they will need to be taught. A rabbit animii will need to be taught how it is that rabbits act, a human animii will need to be taught how it is that humans act. A creator of an automaton may inject 20ml of their blood into their creation so that the latter is entirely loyal to them. They may also inject the blood of others into their automatons so that the machine may be loyal to others. There is though a hierarchy of who has the highest priority, based on whose blood was injected into the machine first.

Automatons take much time to create for this reason, allowing a creator to at-best craft one or two human-sized machines an IRL week. A creator may only craft up to 3 playable automatons (these usually being the human-sized humanoid ones) which require a CA from the person who will be playing them. 

Prosthetics – 

Prosthetics may be created in a somewhat similar manner to how automatons are created. Vessels to transport alchemical fluids are necessary along with a small heart that will be placed within the prosthetic. The sense of touch of these will be somewhat lesser compared to an actual limb. The strength and physical capabilities of whoever is being given a prosthetic needs to be considered.

Machine Spirits -

A creator of these machines may choose to become one themselves, whether it be to prolong their lives or to escape death, and thus become a Machine Spirit. A CA is needed to become a Machine Spirit. The frame of the automaton they create must be somewhat similar to their one body, give or take a foot in height - they especially cannot have a mechanical dragon for a body. The heart of this automaton is to be coated in mage gold. 100ml of the creator’s blood is to be added to this, acting as an identifier of sorts. If the creator were to die, whether it be from old age or by a sword, their soul would return to the mortal plane rather than travel to the Soulstream and attach itself to the automaton they created.  It would take time for a creator to get used to their new body. If this creator is a practitioner of Voidal magics, their frame and coverings would weaken - similar to how a normal Descendent’s form would deteriorate from such. If a creator does not create additional bodies similar to the one they have and were to die, they would perish and need to PK. To substitute for a lack of actual blood, their current frame’s alchemical fluids can be used for the 100ml. A frame of this sort will require two weeks to complete, though it can be completed in one week with additional assistance.

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

Nope

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

Of course

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

I have not

Is there a monthly fee for this service?

lol?

Take care my dude.

MC Name: Riftblade

Character's Name: Vedran

Character's Age: Late thirties

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Kloning

Teacher's MC Name:

         RollForWitches

Teacher's RP Name:

         Klaus of Heldenberg

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

         None

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

         Sure do

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

         Yep

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

         Never

MC Name: Riftblade

Character's Name: Vedran

Character's Age: Late thirties

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Animii Crafting

Teacher's MC Name:

         RollForWitches

Teacher's RP Name:

         Klaus of Heldenberg

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

         Nope

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

         I do indeed

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

         I certainly am

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

         No

MC Name: Riftblade

Character's Name: Vedran

Character's Age: Late thirties

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Afflication

Teacher's MC Name:

         RollForWitches

Teacher's RP Name:

         Klaus of Heldenberg

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

         Nope

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

         Yep

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

         Nope

Gib more metal to make cool metal things with. +1.

(IC)

Name: Aien Enralei

Age: 54

Race: Mali’aheral

Reason for Joining: To aid the Mali people and to ensure the unnatural are held at bay from the states of Elvendom.

Saying of Oath:

“Lye Lent, to overgrow, this is my tenet. I Valinar shall not steal, boast, or be bought. I Valinar shall not dishonor the code of The Vigil. Forever vigilant, my allegiance and blade stay with The Vigil. I Valinar am the shield of all that is virtuous. I Valinar am the blade of all that is righteous. For a brighter future that ALL natural-born Mali’ can cherish. Until the Silver Rusts, Until the Seas Redden I Valinar  will stand and fall for the blood of all elves above all else.”

 (OOC)

 IGN: Riftblade

 Discord: You’ve got it

Vedran nods happily and orders a wonderful burger at the Hesburger.

lol?

wtf bro

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Vedran opened his eyes. He found himself not in the green forests within the boundaries of the Empire, but a forest that was somewhat different - albeit familiar to him. He looked to his, and looked to his right - he looked down, and he looked up. On every side of him, there were golden and orange leaved trees, as if wherever he was still was going through Fall when it instead was the Amber Cold last he remembered. Alas, the fellow’s sense of time was skewed from traveling away from the walls of Caroulstadt and to other realms, Seconds had passed, perhaps minutes had passed before Vedran realized where he was.

A shiver ran down his spine as the realization hit him. It had been much time since he last traveled to this realm, for which he had no name. He knew very well what it was that lingered in these woods, and what lied past the reaches of the golden forest. He reached into the satchel that hung from his belt, grasping one of the many objects that lied within, and out from it, he pulled a feather - a feather that had an amethyst hue to it. He could’ve sworn that the feather glowed so very faintly, though perhaps it was his mind playing tricks on him. He slid the strange feather back into his satchel. He looked around once more, seeing a stream that was further up ahead.

Slowly he approached the stream, passing by several similar-looking trees. As he neared the stream, Vedran felt an odd sensation - a sensation that was like a buzzing of sorts, not like that of a bee or a wasp, but that of electricity. Apprehensively he took a few steps away from the water that ran along a natural pathway of pebbles and stones, turning around soon afterward, and hurrying off in the opposite direction. He ran for what may have only been two minutes, perhaps five minutes, maybe even a dozen minutes. However long it was that the brown-haired fellow ran, eventually he came to a stop, lowering himself near the roots of one of the golden trees littered throughout the Autumn forest. He cursed under his breath, cursing himself in particular.

“What is there to fear?” He quietly asked himself.

“There’s nothing to fear. You’re imagining things!” He said to himself, attempting to talk himself out of his paranoia.

Though it was futile, his paranoia still got the best of him, as it did every time before whenever he ventured to this unusual realm. All he could think of was the vague figure of the creature that lingered in the woods he just so happened to be in. He had no idea what the creature was, he returned to where he originally was before the beast could confront him. All he could tell was that the creature had something to do with that which laid beyond the golden forest. The same sense of dread he felt when he first saw the jagged, scarred, and floating landscape was what he felt every time he caught sight of the beast. Vedran was absolutely certain there was a connection between the two, and that it wasn’t a simple coincidence. Yet he wished that he’d thought it was a coincidence, he wished that he wasn’t absolutely sure that there was a connection, most importantly he wished he wasn’t here to begin with. Alas, that last bit was entirely his fault - and he knew it. But curiosity got the best of him, and he hoped the curiosity wouldn’t kill him as it killed the cat.

It was on that thought, that he heard rustling from behind him. He froze, the fellow paralyzed by fear. He didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know what it was - the same buzzing sensation was felt, almost numbing. He steadily paced toward the tree before him, not daring to look over his shoulder. Perhaps it was by sheer luck that he managed to walk all the way to the tree, and then walk behind it. Perhaps it was because the beast bore no interest in him, for the time being at least. Vedran hid himself behind the trunk of the golden-leaved tree, reaching for the stock of the crossbow that was slung over his shoulder and rested upon his back. One gloved hand gripped the crossbow’s wooden stock, the other hand grabbed the leather-sling attached to the weapon. He pulled the crossbow up and over his head and shoulders, lowered the weapon, and rested the front end of it against the forest floor that was covered in leaves possessing various hues of yellow.

He thought to himself, “Should I?”

Followed up by another question, “Could I?”

Finally followed up with another question, “Would I?“

He had his answer.

Vedran’s right hand moved toward the crossbow’s bowstring, his index-finger curling around the tough string. He slid one of his feet into the stirrup attached to the crossbow’s front end, he then started pulling the bowstring up, locking it into place once it was pulled back far enough. The sound of rustling continued behind the tree, and a bead of sweat ran down the fellow’s forehead. He moved his right hand away from the bowstring, and moved it toward the quiver that hung from his belt, his index finger and thumb pressing against the end of a quarrel’s end. Out from the quiver he pulled the Aurum-tipped bolt, then slid it into the crossbow’s groove. He murmured a prayer to Exalted Godfrey in hopes he’d make it out of this alive. He lifted the crossbow up so the haft of the quarrel was level with his eyes, his index-finger hovered over the crossbow’s trigger. Vedran stepped out from the cover of the tree, turning to face the beast that haunted his dreams for so long. There the beast was, only a stone’s toss away from him, its blackened eyes staring straight at him. The golden arrowhead pointed at the creature’s skull, which was adorned in several horns that either curled or pointed straight toward the foliage up above.

Vedran gulped.

The beast dug its heels into the ground.

Vedran’s index finger neared even closer to the trigger, only mere millimeters away.

The beast lurched forward and toward him.

Vedran pulled the trigger.

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A fellow donning a crow mask wanders through the forests, searching under every rock, pebble, root, and bush he comes across for a spooky creature.

Accepted.

Denied.

Note: If you have any questions, comments or concerns feel free to bring them up with me in private message.

Denied.

Note: If you have any questions, comments or concerns feel free to bring them up with me in private message.

Heck yeah, +1.

Best of luck with the military. o7

Excellent roleplayer, his writing is great. +1 from me.

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“Where am I?” Thought the brown-haired youth as he opened his eyes. Before him was a vast forest filled with grand trees sporting yellow, orange, and green leaves and beams of sunlight passing through gaps in the forest’s canopy. “The Loftywoods?” He murmured to himself, taking a few steps forward as he looked at one tree and another. He’d never been to the Loftywoods, nor had he ever ventured to a forest where he could only assume the pointy-eared folks lived, so it was a guess for him. All he remembered prior to somehow appearing in this foreign forest was that he sat down on his bunk, his head aching annoyingly after he’d read some strange book. “Maybe it has to do with me not being able to read all that well?” Once more the youth thought, mumbling to himself about how his father should’ve taught him how to read. Alas, his father had difficulty reading as well. So the fellow stopped thinking about his lack of an education and started thinking about where he was once again.

He walked up to one tree and tapped it a few times with his knuckles. “Seems like a regular tree.” He said to himself, tapping the tree a few more times just to be sure. It certainly was a regular, plain tree from what he could tell. He heard chirping from up above, and so he looked up. On the branches of one of the yellow-leaved trees was a small bird which had the most vibrant feathers, feathers that were lilac, lavender, and violet. It was the most lovely bird the fellow had seen, yet something seemed off about it - something that seemed insignificant yet so abnormal. Vedran tilted his head to the left, squinting at the purple feathered bird. The bird’s eyes looked as if they were glowing. The youth brought both his hands up and rubbed his eyes, the bird no longer was there. “Strange. Maybe I’m dreaming? Eh, probably a dream.” He murmured to himself as he took a few steps away from the tree. The fellow then heard something strange. It sounded like a crackling fire pit - No, it sounded like crashing waves - It wasn’t that either, what was it? He slowly turned around to, curious as to what the source of the sound was.

What he saw was something he couldn’t even have dreamt of. Before him now was a cliff face with jagged stone jutting outward all across its surface. The stone had a dark purple hue to it, glowing veins that flowed across the face of the cliff emitted a subtle amethyst-hued light, sparks here and there as well. Shattered fragments of rock and stone were floating in the air, idly and slowly revolving. Geysers of luminescent light shot out from the cracked ground in front of the cliff face. The place resonated with an inexplicable power, and the very feeling made the youth nauseous - he felt as though he could vomit at any moment. Whatever it was, he didn’t like it a single bit. Vedran took several steps away from the cliff face, he turned away from the unnatural formation and ran further into the forest. He ran until he no longer had any breath, he was scared and confused from what he had seen.

He stopped at a creek to catch his breath, he sat down and pressed his back against a nearby tree, struggling for air. There he sat for what seemed to be several minutes, resting the back of his head against the tree’s trunk and looking up at the multi-colored canopy of the quiet forest. He looked to his left, then to his right - where he saw a purple feather on the ground. He was hesitant for a few seconds, though he then plucked the feather off the ground and slid it into his bag. The youth heard rustling somewhere across the stream. Slowly he came to a stand, his back still pressed against the tree. “A deer?” He said to himself, squinting at the vague figure of the creature that he saw. As the creature’s figure became clearer, he thought it was a horse, but it couldn’t have been a horse. A terrible sense of fear struck him, he closed his eyes and started praying to all the Saints he knew.

Something seemed strange, no longer did he hear the swaying of leaves and branches, the stream’s water rocking over rocks, and the rustling on the other side of the creek. He opened his eyes and found himself where he was before - on his bunk. “By Owyn!” He exclaimed, pressing his hands against his face. He rubbed his eyes to make sure if he truly was back in his room on the ship. He lowered both his hands, staring blankly at the wooden wall ahead of him for some time. His gaze fell down on the bag at his side and reached into it. He pulled out the same purple feather that he plucked off the forest’s ground. He stared at the feather for a few seconds. Vedran then screamed.

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