Keefy

Elenor

**** that ima make myself some guac. He can get his own. I can answer this knowingly saying yes. You've never experienced a sleepy syb. She might as well be a worm.

I've actually thought alot on this recently. Full disclosure, I am a mess. My back is completely busted, one of my legs doesn't work most days, I can barely go outside without someone being with me or I completely shut down, and as of this summer I got diagnosed with rather severe bi polar. I am a mess, and my inability to control it for awhile costed me some close friends. Noone on lotc has any illusions that it isn't unhealthy as hell. It takes a precarious balance to prevent yourself from falling into the potholes of shittery that happens so often. But in the end, I think why I am still here, is cause I, in the end, enjoy helping, and I enjoy the friends I still have. Yeah, I get accused of nasty stuff all the time for being a druid player. ANd I'm not the most responsive human being. But I enjoy making stories for people. I enjoy helping the communities I am in, be it amending and maintaining lore, helping players that are struggling. I can't work anymore, as I await SSI and Medicaid to actually help me. The feeling that I am doing something somewhat job like and slightly productive does help. So in the end I'm still here because while I can be an immense shithead. I want to help people. I want to make this place just a little more fun, just a little less shitty, somehow, someway. And I'll probably leave one day, maybe just for awhile, maybe for good, who knows. But until then I am here, and I am willing to help people if they are willing to trust me jacked up brain to do the right thing.

Only slightly brain damaged Know the players you are providing for. And if you don't, get to know them. I am a long time druid player, as a result some of my best events are druid events because I know the whole of that community intimately. So when I have to do events for people I don't know, I try to get to know them. Learn them. Different groups and different people find different interactions fun. I'm not saying be friends with everyone, I'm a anxiety ridden mess, but if you know your audience, the quality you can provide becomes exponentially better!

I bet 90% of people assume I'd say like, my computer or something, but nah. The first Fathers Day card I got from Emma after me and Syb got together, on my fridge. I cried when she came home with it and gave it to me.

Me and my daughter will **** up some grapes

The Gifts of the Magician. I had a picture book of it when I was very small, and I wish I still had it. I probably couldnt retell it like that though lol. It's a strange one. That's hard to say, cause I mostly just play Hareven, and as you know I tend to play him fast and loose, so alot of nice memories come as a result. Most of the best ones are whenever its chilled out tavern or family rp. But outside of characters, anytime people walk away from an event I DM satisfied. I do my best to not railroad, to let the players build and experience the story as they go on through the event, and I just tryy and bind it all nice and neat so it feels cohesive, like they're making changes in the world. Knowing I did the job well just feels good. Yes but my body might be turning lactose intolerant lately which if so, I will cry. I read a lot so this is hard but I remember when the Graveyard Book came out I outright tried getting my highschool to sell me the copy they got cause I adored it so much. And as for ones that made me want to right, I cannot remember the author but he wrote a couple of books, all standalones, and each one took pov's of just people in their lives living them, some of them a little weirder than others, but you can kinda see the influence whenever I make a rp forum post. I enjoy feeling like I am in the story, I enjoy the ones that make me forget everything but it for a little while. But its been so long I'd have to dig to remember that author. That said as far as recent influences, The Inheritance Trilogy is a solid read (not the Eragon books, these are waaaaay different).

*Repeats title here* I've been disabled for about a year and a half now and finally making progress to getting some help for many of the issues. I am also, very bored. Shoot me some questions to entertain your resident druid dude.

I believe they should be banned. So no, not really. That is my formative opinion on interactions with them. Same for you being an ass. Take me on my word or don't. If I knew the reason they were banned, I'd blast them on here myself.

The Grey-Man, still in his rocking chair upon his porch, smiles to the delivery boy who lends him his weekly news Flipping the pages with a cup of Doldgers Name Brand Coffee, he comes across the news, and spits his coffee out "What the shit??!"

What's your first memory of me? What's your favorite comfort food? Why wont you touch your shoeshi?

how do you feel about gardening

"Eve..everyon.." Then nothing "Shit" He thought, as his body failed him and he hit the forest floor. A culmination of the day, may haps. But then he awoke. He knew this. This sensation brought about the long past memories of the first time, as he stared up at seemingly unending mountains from his one remaining eye. He'd start forward, wading through the untamed grass and heading his way towards the mountains. They called to him and so he would answer. Every landmark forward carried a reminder. A stags disappointed gaze from the distance. Wilted azaleas dotting the edges of the riversides he waded through. Shadows that seemed to whip around and follow his stride. The owls that watched from high. He felt all too aware of them, and more. His failings and mistakes. That which he failed. That which he should not have trusted. That which he failed to kill himself. That which he continued to fail to live up to. More fell upon him as the snowfall began while he crested past the beginning of the hike. But amongst the bad, his personal failings, came the good. Bears plenty waddling into their dens. Raccoons and other animals doing the same. The snow itself, barely giving him a bite of cold. A mountain lamb watching with untold patience. The very same owls. The cats eye of snowy lynxes. Grand, sleepy moose. Why now? What happened? He let a hand drift against the side of colossal trees, barren from the sheer cold. Clambering over towering roots like a child escaping a playpen. Was it the eye? He'd sacrificed before though. A gale pushed through him, and he took refuge in a cranny. Easily found thanks to the sheer size of the boreal giants that were the trees. As he watched the snows, and settled in. He could swear he could see his own parents in the flurries. Impossible. They rested within the Skies. But in the sheer cold, he appreciated the sight. The assurance. A dwarven runt alongside the six kids of their own, and they raised him no differently. They could have given him away. Sent him to the Undermountain. He would have been different. Not Hareven. Not Bluejay. Not [________] He'd wince as the last pulled through his mind and pulled himself together, wading further through the flurries to find himself upon a cliff. A ravine. A body. His sight caught by it, pinned to the adjacent mountain. To the sword that pierced its chest. Trying to press it from his mind as he made his way further up to the peak, blasted by the west winds and blades of frigid air. He knew who it was though. It was he, who he was. The old him, who had forgotten himself. And wrought so much damage to all he cared of. Cause he thought he was better. That he could weather it all, handle it himself. No matter how he turned and twisted upwards the Mountain, it never left his sight. Of course. A penalty in his own vision. But at last, he crested the peak, and held onto the single, unusual hand hold upon its snowy top. He grabbed the plum tree, and held himself upright. He saw everything. Every creature that relied on the mountain. Snowy foxes. Elk drinking of the rivers that flowed from its sides. Animals nested within the trees and caved adorned it. Everything he'd seen on his climb up, from a new perspective. The winds drove upwards, and he turned to see the skeleton of his past growing into a new forest. The blade rusting and turning into nothing but a fine, red dust. The gales continued to turn his attention, noticing every little thing that had grown to rely on his mountain. And the others beside it. And likely, every other. He grit his teeth, and came to fall onto his knees, letting out a bellowing cry as tears flowed from his remaining eye. He let loose one bellowing cry. Aimed to the starry sky that rested above his head, to the full moon that adorned it. And awoke. He pushed himself up from the soil he fell on, and noticed his squirrelish sister and hopheaded sister in law camped out nearby. They couldn't move him in his stupor. Together they gathered themselves up and headed home. Hareven carrying a new feeling within him. He would always be himself. He'd always be Bluejay. That's where he started. But from this moment forward. He was the Brother of the Mountains. And he'd do his upmost to be something that could support his druid kin. Blessed be.

Hareven screams freedom off a cliffside for his brother

A Grey-Man would sit within one of his abodes, a violet wash of his own blood welling from the stigmata on his chest.. "I hope it is all worth it..." A simple bottle tilts back, and his friend for the evening would be the ceiling above..

-=The Village of Oswin=- -=- Deep into the redwoods of the Hinterlands, off the road to Elvenesse, lies a quaint village full of all types of folk. What started as just a tavern called The Owl’s Perch, soon grew into a hamlet for all those who would call the brewery home. The disease that ran rampant on the halflings who once resided there has since been purged, and the land fertilized by the ashes of Azdromoth’s attempt on the region. A place for circless druids, wanderers, or those who simply wish for a place to settle, Oswin was made for folk to be free; a borough in which you can begin anew. It is for this purpose that the founder, Hareven Lorenthus, sought to create Oswin, and welcomes people into its clearing. The Village Rules -=- No stealing and breaking into homes. No dark creatures, dark magics, or voidal magics of any kind. Using any or being any of the above within the Village will lead to you being blinded and thrown out on a good day. Death on an okay day. Don’t think too hard about what'll happen on a bad day. The rules of Elvenesse do not influence our own unless stated otherwise, but that does not mean Elvenesse criminals can seek sanctuary here. All villagers will be expected to uphold and enforce the law to their own preference. As nicely or as roughly as you see fit. Sword or with words. It doesn't matter. If you find yourself in an argument with someone that cannot be solved with words, you may choose a form of combat or game to settle such. A steward or village elder must approve and watch over the happenings, and it cannot be lethal. No turning people into nuggets or other fates worse than death either. Public Religious Iconography is fine as long as it is not voidal or dark in nature. We don’t care what you worship, just don’t be a fuckwit. No Walls. We will build gallows made of mice before we surround ourselves with walls. If you cause trouble in other lands, those lands will be your problem. If you start something, you will see it to the end, not drag us all down. Oswin exists for free folk. For those who wish to live simply and aspire to chase whatever dreams they may hold. As long as someone's path does not harm others, all gifts will be fostered here, and those who wish to come and go are welcome. If you have to ask yourself if something is or isn’t allowed. Ask Hareven or a Steward. Don’t expand homes or make new buildings without running it by Hareven and the rest of the town. There’s a lot of Hinterlands and a lot of space but we don’t want to ruin it for when we eventually leave. If you want to live happily here, don’t piss off everyone else. You can be removed. Oswin Management -=- Mayor: Hareven Lorenthus Stewards: Leniandir Lorenthus, Valerica Tathvir, Sonna Vuln’miruel -=- We can use folks of all sorts and talents. Come foster your work and duties. Grow and improve. Or get drunk working the fields. We are free folk! -=- Want to get started in Oswin? Contact Keefy#0001, Sybbyl#0002, Mewliet#6297 or Junoix#0001!

The First Month How many years had it been, since he'd received his hunting task. Scant past the age of fifty, give or take. Nearly three hundred years since he dropped a wyverns head before the pair that sought to try and guide him. How long ago that was, he thought as he stacked his tools neatly, securely tucked away in one of his many hidden nooks and crannies, leaving Vaki behind to keep mind of the Perch and resting his cleaver on the bedside. She would understand. He even slipped his boots off, leaving himself naught but trousers and a simple shirt as he took off running, north-bound. Dig deep. Pull it all in. Be not a druid in these woods, do not let the beasts and fauna treat you so courteously. Be foreign. Be man, isolated again. Let the deer scamper at the sound of you. The crows and vultures wish for you to perish and be carrion to feast on. Let your insides churn, your skin feel the sting of the snow and heat of the sun, like they once did. These changes made simply and internally, adjusting his unending form to fit the given task as he knapped away at a rock. A rock became a knife. Branches became the first spear, the first arrows, more rocks, the first of meals, the travel. Until his shoulders and feet were covered in the leathers of deer, their meat in reserves and bones found way. And he began searching. The Third Month It wasn't hard to miss the beast. Finding one hadn't proven the issue. It moved. Scarcely sedentary for longer than it took to consume and move on, deer or some unfortunate farmers cattle likely, cleaved into pieces. The task at hand to wait for it to stop. With thanks to the Lords, it was a large creature, so tracking after latching onto the trail of one proved not hard, just a matter of concealing himself from becoming a carving by it and its hunger. The issue came in when to strike. Two options passed as ideal. As ideal as one could wish for, circumstances presented. One was to drop on it while it ate, but to interrupt a keen beast with its blood up from eating could go either way. And it hardly chose simple places to make such a attempt, or for trapping at that. Cliffsides, the tops of trees, not much for the man and his figure to be discrete. The other just as favorable, even less so, but with more options. Avian it was, and mating would arise at some point. With that a nest. Two of them would be present, but with the brief time-period to consolidate an area and plan, and a mate tired from laying eggs, a male busy providing for two, gaps would arise. He stayed crouched by a meager fire, half-resting at dawn crested, and thought on this, his brought clothes all but replaced with crudely sewn replacements of roughly tanned leathers and furs. He watched the embers burn away, and upon hearing the rustling of his unawares companion leaving it's sleep, drew two signs in the ground far apart. He drew an arrow, and simply tossed it high. Whatever it pointed at, an x and o, would be his plan. X for a blitz during a moment unawares. O for biding the months, maybe years, and striking. The arrow had landed. O. The Seventh Month Mistakes. Just one but it was enough as he dashed for underbrush. The crags and cliffs of the north, and sparse forest life, made a hungry stomach a mistake. A deer was felled, but care was not taken, and a bear stirred and chased. Itself not the particular issue, but the noise it brought. It might call it to the location, and a man, upon snow and slick soil, could not outrun either. He had hoped the bear a mother when it first charged him, but to no avail it continued. He took to a mad dash toward the deer, previously a scant fifteen, maybe twenty yards, now perilously long, out of hope that the idea of a meal might dissuade the bear, as a roar echoed behind him and encroached. Then nothing but a ringing pain in his ears, stunning the man, and a gust of wind strong enough to send him reeling into a nearby mound of snow. He laid there for what could have only been minutes but felt much longer, awaiting...anything, but heard nothing for a long, drawn out moment. It slowly came back to him, and the bellowing of the bear echoed from afar. A good sign, perhaps, before the bear returned. But from above, a sickening crack, its body nearly falling to pieces as it tore branches down. And a moment after, it came down, for its meal. He pressed himself deeper, as deep as he could, into the snow, and stayed starkly still. He was in no position to act. And the beast would likely simply shred him in this pensive moment. The shadows moved, and after long enough, it finished and took off. The man didn't care at the moment, seeking shelter first after he was sure it had left. A rush to put up a small tent and a small fire. Disrobed to dry and warm from the snow, the gravity of his task increased. He had known of the shrieks but had not realized how intense it was. But he would remember this, and he would adapt apt. He would return for the deer on warming, and feast, and think. The Ninth Month They had started, as did he. Two different tasks. They began assembling their nest, the duo, and he began consolidating. Staying as far from them as he could justify whilst doing his work, checking on them and their progress when time allowed, he carved, and formed, weaved and felled. He tread carefully, and took to applying his knowledge where he could. Traps, as crude as they were, assembled from what he could hunt and forage, placed where he could, with hope, reach if a need to retreat became apparent. Any logs he could fell were repurposed, anything hunted was stripped of all usefulness and scattered to hide any trace of his scent when the Male took to hunt himself. Two weeks had passed, and if any other descendant crossed these woods, they would have thought it was prepared for the crudest of battles. Their nest was finished, and while his work continued, the man waited for the moment the Female would lay. It could be two days, weeks, maybe longer. They were large beasts and he had little knowledge of them to base, just that of their smaller counterparts amongst the corvids. But any minute was a minute to be prepared. To have a sharpened blade. Any claddings he could made would likely do little. He'd seen the one he followed cleave trees apart to ****** prey. Leathers and furs would do nothing. His traps encroached closer to them, but it was a necessary risk. He could do no less. It wouldn't be acceptable. The Tenth Month Two weeks had passed and it seemed the day had come. Busy with birth, keeping watch, he had spent the previous three nights concealed slightly above their cliff-nest, scarcely moving for nothing but half-sleep, and the minimum of food and water. They had stopped moving, even hunting, so the time had to be close. And he was right. Nestled at his side, the bow he first carved along this path. A handful of arrows. A serrated bone 'sword' he hesitated to call such, made for a singular task he could not risk failing. A length of roughly woven rope that could not afford to break, hammered into the ground cautiously with a stake that would kill him if it failed. And this to simply take the female out, yet to come was the male, likely to be enraged. Hours passed after the laying, and it left. The Male. To hunt and gather food to strengthen its mate once again, after producing five eggs whose size was enough he'd not be surprised if a halfling could snug into. He crept forward, and prepared, putting the bow around himself and grasping the serrated tool for this. A mound of grave-wax formed from the corpses of hunts roughly stuffed into his ears, it would not prevent all the shock, but hopefully buy him a modicum of safety. He dropped. The nape of its neck, he rapidly took to trying to gain purchase onto mounds of feathers. She immediately tried to move, but faltered. For the safety of her clutch, mayhaps? It mattered not. His legs mounted, and as its chest swelled, it's singular task was performed, the rough-shod sword. He carved. He pulled once. Twice. Three times. Enough until he was positive that the Females voice faltered, that its mantle of feathers could not keep it safe, that blood welled from the wound, and when he was sure, he tore the tool loose, lodged it in the joint of one of its wings and twisted, snapping it and ending its part to play, and began pulling the rope. And himself. Ascending rapidly, it would die but it was no waiting game to be played, and there was a chance it made enough noise to call the Male. His fingers stung as he pulled himself onto the cliff face, and cut the rope from him with haste. He could hear pained noises from the Female, a rustling of wings, and claws on stone. The ending play of the sword stalled enough, and it was weakening. So he ran for the woods, and in the evening sun, he could see the Male. He would not hide or try to avoid its sight. Come. The wax and distance proved somewhat effective as a shriek of shrieks, one he would not be surprised rattled the Lords themselves, filled the air. Presumably it stopped to the nest, but a glance showed its pursuit. He dived into the woods he had chosen, and turned over a cluster of treasures, for this moment, from the bottom of many lakes and rivers along the way, glazed and shining in the evening light. Naught but stones, but a birds eyes were keen, and he huddled near their location, and waited. He knew it was fast. He knew birds could not smell keenly as other beasts. He was one, as it was, so he would know. And more importantly, he knew how it would hunt. It never worried about what it dove into, its claws would sheer normal trees apart, flesh and more. It never expected the trees to hurt. Carved to a tip and propped up upon others, it dove down. None hit vitals, damned be all, but the man saw blood well up. A wing tattered. One pierced firmly by one of the half dozen logs made a pitfall for a avian. It would do, he had more. He dashed out and away from it, loosing a single arrow mid stride. No stance took, it wouldn't do anything, it probably didn't even make it past the creatures feathers, but it knew where he was. It tried to fly, but its wounds hampered it. But it still had a beak, and it still had its claws. It tore through the base of that which still pinned it, and took to cleaving its way in his direction. It would not have surprised the man if he had soiled himself, but he dashed and zig-zagged through the woods. Pittances stalled its way. A snare of rope level for its neck snapped away by its beak. Others, for legs, ripped away with sheer force or cut away. The last would have to work though. Once more, he could not **** this up or it was all for naught. He ran down the way, into a clearing. Rope crossed through all manner of trees, but it had learned, even in its anger, and tore away at them all with its beak, and in that moment. The man cut a rope. It bore down onto it, missing vitals, but sheered two logs into its back. And as it faltered from the pain, he cut one more. It swung in from its left, impaling it from the side. The greater lodged in its back, and the lesser log in its chest. Tension Traps. Appropriately large ones at that. It began to try and rear the strength to scream, to wrench away, but it had been crippled. It's wings provided no help, its talons unable to cut it free without any build up, and it was losing far too much blood. It found the strength to drag itself forward, but this spot had been made for this task. And two others as well. Time was an effective tool, in a hunt. In one as long as this. This man knew his strengths and used them. A third would careen down, both spikes missing, but slamming the Males head down. He looked the crowdrake in the eyes, and draw back an arrow from his bow. He had abstained from mixing poisons. It wouldn't have felt right, however easy. But this. He loosed the arrow into its skull. Another into its eye, and a third next to the first. He never looked away. The Return A few days had passed. Mostly spent consolidating the two bodies, bleeding them, and taking great care to remove from the Male the traps laid. He began working on a cart. A rough one, but something to help him haul the two back. Nothing was without use on the hunted, and with the great talons they had, and great bones, light and large for bows, many would find use. He carved away, rudimentary axels and wheels carved out. It would probably need fixing three times over or more, as he pulls it back, but it would work. A few more days to undo the trapped forest, and scatter the signs of himself, before becoming unto a work horse, and pulling the cart. Their eggs made rations. There was no point in waste, nor in trying to hatch them. Great birds of prey, raising them would take from them, and so they made meals. As did meat of the crow drakes, and any preserved meat he had left. He thought about a great many things. He compared himself to the younger him, who rushed so brazenly up a mountain to slay a wyvern with almost no preparation, to the man he was now who spent such time considering and waiting. Learning. But mostly he emptied his head, and let it slowly eek back into him. It took a little while. The song grew a little louder, and he felt a little more himself. He felt nature relax more about him, and the weather grew warmer. He'd pass by confused human merchants along the way. Most said nothing, a few words exchanged with others, even a look of relief. Likely a fellow who had been near the torment of those similar to the pair. But eventually that came to an end. He stopped before the Vale, and rolled his shoulders. And pulled the cart inside, his Trial. Done.

Denied.

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BEHOLD THE SHIT I'VE BEEN WORKING ON. Yeah I'll make this quick. Above in the spoiler is the changelog copy and pasted from my chaotic ass google doc into the Forums, of what I've been tapping away at for the past couple months. The jist of it is, Druidism is Great Again. More to the point though, alot of Quality of Life changes have been put down. The biggest imo, is Druidism is now in line with other magics in that the learning time isn't six months for tier 5 which I believe as of writing none of the other magics have. 2019 Luci and Delmodan and the rest of our community did massive rehauls and improvements to the magic and subtypes (bar herblore cause idk that's janky) cause of the lore games which I don't need to ask for opinions about Lore Games. We already all know that. So instead of requiring another rewrite, Squak and Management allowed me to work on a cluster of amendments at once. This is that project. If you check the different guides, submissions, etc, you'll see most everything is updated and set in place. If you see any parts I need to adjust, please let me know. The forums are ass. We all live with this. Please have mercy. Moving forward, I'm hoping to begin a project to either Replace Herblore or Improve The Concept. Alot of Druid Players like the idea of healing but healing is a iffy subject on the server. Clerics, Ascended. We've seen it come and go. @Valannor pitched the idea of instead of speccing the subtype into healing and turning herblore which is, honestly, a single spell given a whole subtype, into dnd cantrips and other things for combat and QoL RP vibes. Lemme know what you think would be better. Healing or Adventure subtypes. Either way expect more events and work on druidic shit now that I'm around again. Please let me know if I fucked anything up. Love you. Also i turned all the black on dark backgrounds in the guides and stuff to brighter colors cause my eyes hurt. Dont know if anyone else got bothered by that but hey, I can read the lore better now.

Mani Summoning Feat requiring T5 Blight Healing and T5 Communion Non Combat ST-Facilitated Event Ritual and Druidism Enchantment The relationship between Descendants and Mani is sometimes strained, and sometimes more amiable. There are those Wild Princes who have grown bitter and hateful toward the mortal inhabitants of the world even, others have been known to come to the aid of Descendants in times of great need, although usually when it is mutually beneficial. Summoning a Mani can be unpredictable, not in the least due to their elusive nature. The Wood Elven people have legends of summoning Amaethon, Wild Prince of Cervidae, to fight Lyu the Silent Beast by beating drums on nights in the dead of Winter, and Druids were able to summon him the same way upon Atlas to seek counsel about a great threat. There exists a more consistent method to hold communion with a Wild Prince, however. Through Infusing an idol with Blight Healing energies, a master of the Gift may create a ‘beacon’ to attract the attention of a Mani Prince in a ghostly form, so that they may speak. There are however several steps which must precede the beacon itself. Firstly one must discern an area in which the Mani in question might choose to linger, one would not summon the Mani Prince of Whales, within a savanna for instance. It is here that the Infused idol is placed, which resembles the Mani one seeks to summon; a wooden or stone statue, grass or cloth poppets and the like. After creating a focal point to attract the attention of the Mani, one must make an offering that appeals to the Mani. Herbs, animal carcasses, flowers, claws, teeth, fruit, roots and vegetables, poison and silk are examples of such offerings, crucially however it falls to the individual to know which offering best suits the Mani. One Wild Prince may appreciate a carcass of the animal it presides over, won through a good hunt, but another might be deeply offended and instead unleash wrath upon the foolish summoner. The Druid overseeing the ritual should advise those making the offerings to choose wisely, for the Druid may not be spared the Mani’s wrath either. Once the offering is chosen, the ritual may begin with prayer. This consists of praising the Mani in question and their qualities, whilst also expressing the desire for which the summoner wishes to speak with the Mani. Guidance, vengeance, help, forgiveness even, all must be chanted allowed by those present for the ritual. Meanwhile the Druid begins ‘blessing’ the ritual, invoking their Blight Healing energy to infuse into the totem of the Wild Prince over several minutes. The powerful concentration of Druidic energy pulses an ‘echo’ through the immediately area of the mortal world, but also the area of the Fae Realm which mirrors it. Allowing the Mani to focus on this pulse, it may track it like a beacon to appear before the ritual in its ethereal manifestation. However, even should summoners choose wisely the place and offering, the Mani are not the only beings capable of sensing this strong Druidic energy. Indeed it will not reach across the entirety of the mortal or Fae realms, and as such the Mani in question may not be reached at all, but instead Fae, animals, Druids or other dangers may intercept the attempted summons. This may prove perilous to the unprepared, and only the folly would seek to summon a Mani without expecting a challenge of sorts. Ritual of Summoning Seeking an audience with such divine entities of nature require a certain number of steps to take. However, there are two ways for Mani to display itself upon the Mortal Realm. Ethereal Form The Mani takes on a spirit-like appearance that is able to project itself from an object to anchor itself there for a time, though its powers are far less than what it would be in its Corporeal Form. In this state, it is unable to be attacked as anything attempted would phase right through the Mani. Magical items or abilities that can make contact with ghosts and other spirits can inflict harm to the Mani and it would dissipate yet not kill it. Despite its powers diminished somewhat in this form, it can however summon its species to fight for it or cause some effects upon one’s mind. An example could be the Snake Mani coiling around a victim, making the victim feel as if it's suffocating to death when in reality, the victim is fine. Visions and Illusions are part of the Mani’s abilities as well in this form to give wisdom, fear, insight, and/or wrath depending on the encounter. Ethereal Form Summoning For one to summon such a Patron in their ethereal form, a certain number of steps must be taken to do so. The first of course is having a location set out that matches where said Mani would normally linger or reside within. This is key as the next step requires a focal point for the Mani to use or draw its attention to venture there. This can be a shrine, statue of its likeness, idol, carved out totem, and so on as long as it is, in the end, showing the image of the Mani in question. Next is to provide an offering; this is where it truly varies and can be quite dangerous to do. The offerings depend on the Mani in question. Herbs, corpses of that species of animal, prey that animal hunts, flowers, claws, teeth, various fruits, veggies, vial of poisons, silk, and/or so on are many examples one can place an offering for a specific Mani. Danger comes swiftly, however, to the ones that don’t understand that Mani at all. For the wrong offerings can invoke the wrath of such a being and can quickly turn against the summoners. The next part comes in both blessing and prayer. The blessing is invoked using druidic energies with the power of Blight Healing to flow into the focal point, creating a beacon of sorts that is able to echo across the area and beyond to the Fae Realm of that area. The prayer is, by definition, the praising of the Mani in question; the asking for guidance, help, wisdom, revenge, aid, whatever the summoner wishes to do. Keep in mind however that this doesn’t always work as the beacon doesn’t emit across the realm or all of the Fae Realm. It is far better to be in a location where one believes the Mani in question is hidden to perform such an ability. This of course can also draw the attention of others for Mani Spirits are not the only ones that can sense the focal point. Fae Creatures, animals, flora, other druids, and all the dangers that could happen in the wilds can also feel that beacon as well and attempt to find the location. Examples of Prayers “Protective Bolomormaa, Princess of Bears. Whose strength and ferocity guards the young and weak, We give to you our devotion. We show to you our respect for your kind. Oh Bolomormaa, gentle yet mighty, show us your blessing.” -------------------------------------- “Great Prince of Mighty Elk, Whose flock run abound the deep woods and great plains, We give to you our devotion. We show to you our respect for your kind. Oh wise and gentle Amaethon, show us your blessing.” -------------------------------------- “Lord of Scavengers and Guardian of Death hear my plea, For we stand before you now at the brink of death and despair, I seek a grace of your presence and a deal to be made. So that my enemies may be given judgment.” Redlines -To learn this Feat, you must be T5 in both Blight Healing and Communion. -Summoning a Mani in its Ethereal Form requires offerings presented in a ritual. What offerings are presented can affect the encounter. -A shrine, statue, idol, or something of the Mani’s likeness must be present. -The beacon’s effects are maxed within the region the ritual is performed to find the desired Mani. The region must make sense for the Mani that is attempted to be summoned to appear. Aka, one will not find the Dolphin Mani in a tundra region. -A druid must be present and invoke Blight Healing to fuse into the object and form a beacon. Prayer about said Mani is required as well for the Mani to take notice. -Requires ST approval for an attempted summoned encounter in Ethereal Form. ST required to play said Mani. -These rituals differ in required materials, prayers, and aren't a guaranteed success. A Mani can easily ignore it should they choose. A roll out of 100 is required once the summoning is attempted. 75 or higher is success. 50-75 roll, the Mani will appear, but may attack or lose interest. 50 or lower results in the failure of a Mani showing up, but instead a dangerous encounter invoked. The encounter dependent on the ST. -Alternative to the Roll is offering an Accord. A trade. A sacrifice or offering is provided and the Mani will posit something it wants in return. This can be anything within the character of the Mani and at the ST's discretion. This can lead to permanent effects in the long term for your persona. -Only one roll is done and its by the ST hosting the event. -Attempts to summon a specific Mani are once every irl month with the max of five different Mani attempted total overall to be summoned. This includes failed attempts. Example: Attempt of summoning Wolf Mani is done. Cannot summon Wolf Mani for a month. Four slots left for other Mani for said month. -If a loophole is seen, ST approval must be sought otherwise the answer is no. -ALL SUMMONINGS CARRY APPROPRIATE PK-CLAUSES: PLEASE KEEP AS SUCH IN MIND. Corporeal Form Unlike the Ethereal Form, the Corporeal Form is the Mani’s actual physical presence in the Mortal Realm. It’s powers are fully unlocked and hold sway to all of nature around it. These encounters are indeed quite a rare sight to behold as most Mani do not show themselves so freely as it is both a strength and a weakness. In Corporeal Form, the Mani spirits can be killed. As their forms die, their spirits will go to the Eternal Forest to rest until its physical form is reborn once again, a process that will take awhile to occur. Corruption is another weakness the Mani have while in their Corporeal Form. Even with Greater Mani, their physical bodies are more prone to the acts of darker magics, taint, and corruption. However, the Greater Mani have far more resilience to the sway of mortal kind, unlike their Lesser counterparts. Sighting and Rebirth Corporeal Form is something that isn’t possible to be summoned by any mortal. The act of finding a Mani in such a form only occurs with special encounters throughout the world. Some can choose to be friendly, some can be dangerous, others are an off chance encounter as it makes its way by. There are a number of possibilities for such to occur, but in the end, this is its most powerful yet weakest form to be in. Should the Mani be killed in Corporeal Form, the spirit will travel to the Eternal Forest where its state is very weak and rests there to be recovered once again; it should be noted that the Spirit of the Mani is at its most vulnerable when it starts to depart its body. It can be captured before it can travel to the Eternal Forest and held within a powerful container to be used for vile means. The container, or those that try to kill it, will find that the Mani Spirit cannot be destroyed by any means. Should the Spirit of the Mani make it to the Eternal Forest, it will remain there for a long time while it recovers enough for its body to be reborn in the Mortal Realm. Those druids using Druidic Transcendence may encounter the Mani; however, the encounter will be very dangerous. Their irl hour timeframe cut in half to a mere thirty minutes and an extra pk clause is set upon the druid in question. Should they die to the Mani encounter within that realm, their souls are forever bound with the Eternal Forest, unable to go back to their bodies ever again. Once the irl month is up, a majestic sight will be done. An area in the world where the Mani is most comfortable and holding pure natural energies will start to hum to life, tts area untouched by mortal kind (yet druid influence would be fine). As the area brightens with verdant energy, a flash of emerald light would start to erupt and begin to form into the Corporeal Form of the Mani in question in the form of an infant of its species. Its memories of its previous life will have dissipated, and it will be in a weakened state for two irl weeks as it grows and returns to full power once again. Redlines -Corporeal Form cannot be summoned against their will. These are encounters only done by world events/eventlines of ST. -Outside of an Event, the Corporeal Form will only last as long as it takes for Blessings or Boons to occur, bar an interaction with other magics forcing it to last longer than needed. (Ex. Blood Magic.) -If killed in Corporeal Form, the Mani’s Spirit will go to the Eternal Forest to rest until it's reborn. The process takes one irl month before it can be reborn again with a Corporeal Form. -Transcendence Druids can speak to the Mani Spirit in the Eternal Forest if its killed. The timeframe is cut in half and an extra pk clause is issued should they die from the encounter. -Ethereal Form cannot be used while the Mani’s Corporeal Form has been killed. -Rebirth takes one irl month to occur before the event on the mortal Realm begins. -Guarding the Mani in its infant state is possible however it’s most likely to disappear once it reaches adulthood at two irl weeks. -Should a Mani’s Spirit form attempt to be captured, the container to house it must be ST approved to hold it. The spirit itself can never be truly destroyed yet can be trapped. -If an attempt to corrupt or warp the Spirit of the Mani is made, see Corruption below for further details. -If a loophole is seen, ST approval must be sought otherwise the answer is no. Blessings/Boons With Patrons of the Divines come boons or blessings, nature-driven abilities given by the Mani Princes to those they deem worthy. The boons they grant, reflecting upon the Blessings the Aspects, can themselves be given unto this realm for a short duration of time. Nature is always the source of these boons, whether it is to aid in growth, provide strength for a hunt, or bless the land with a cleansing aura that washes away taint. It is these blessings and boons that the Mani are praised and worshipped for, though their gifts are very rare and far between. Their grace can only be received while in their Corporeal Form, for the Ethereal Form is much too weak for them to invoke the true source of their powers. The Blessings placed on individuals varies between the different Mani. Upon receiving a boon, the Mani chooses when to give it. Its power will be shown when it chooses to arrive or when ones are in most dire situations. As the blessing is invoked, the image of the Mani will appear before the users, depicting the Mani that gave such a boon. However, this is risky as enemies could utilise such an occurrence to attempt to hunt down that very Mani, ensuring it could never do such again while in their grasp. As the blessing swells within the individual they will feel it for a short duration of time, though as with any blessing from the Wilds, it tends to be fickle in nature. The blessing itself can randomly vanish or simply not work if the person is doing something the Mani deems undesirable for such a gift. It is then that the blessing will disappear much sooner than expected. List of Blessings/Boons (Only enable for events that have been specifically stated at the time the Blessing/Boon was asked. It can be for druids only or for all druid/non-druid allies that requested the blessing/boon. This depending upon the Blessing/Boon in question) Redlines -Blessings/ Boons require ST approval to be invoked. -Blessings/Boons cannot be stacked. -Blessings/Boons are only used during event encounters approved by said ST doing said event. Communication is key to this so it's fair for both the ST hosting the event and the players enacting a blessing/boon for said encounter. Once that event is over, all blessings/boons vanish immediately. -Should a Blessing/Boon be used without its intended purpose, it immediately vanishes. -Blessings/Boons cannot override Racial Curses. -Once a Blessing/Boon is received by a Mani, a cooldown begins from when that event encounter, from where it was used, is over. -If a loophole is seen, ST approval must be sought otherwise the answer is no Mani Corruption Though the Wild Spirits are leagues above most beings, their bestowed sapience comes at the cost of leaving them susceptible to mortal, unnatural, and tainted corruption alike. Transgressions committed unto them and their kin gradually warp their natures until nothing but a seeping, vile plague-like beast is left in their wake. It is for this reason that Mani would only appear to those deemed worthy in their Corporeal Form; a weakness as much as a strength. When it comes to said form certain resilience is seen, depending upon the Mani in question. For those Mani that first answered the call, the Greater Mani Princes/Princesses of the realm, their power is far greater than their Lesser counterparts. The sways and corruption of mortal kind are ineffective towards them and would only invoke wrath to be unleashed upon such foes; however, unnatural sources of corruption can have a devastating effect. As nature cannot resist the darker magics destroying or twisting the land, so to the same for Greater Mani Spirits. A large group is needed to corrupt such a mighty beast, as this isn’t a simple task for a mere three or four. For Lesser Mani, the sways or corruption of men can seep into their hearts and warp them to follow or submit, with corruption taking root easier and twisting them into abhorrent abominations. Should a Mani be turned, they are uncontrollable at that point, even to the ones that turned them. Friend or foe doesn’t register to them, even with their own kind. If a Mani Spirit is captured/corrupted before it departs to the Eternal Forest, it can be reborn into a twisted version of itself that walks upon the land unchecked and untamed. Though with such dark forces in the realm, there is hope to save such divines. The pure acts of Blight Healing can wash away the corruption of such a noble beast, yet it would require a great deal to fully change them. For the corruption or sway of mortals onto a Mani Spirit, the soothing effects of communion can work to ease the mind and attempt to bring it back to its senses once again. Though the last resort can be slaying the creature. A tragic loss to the realm yet not for long as its tormented spirit is finally released upon death and moves to the Eternal Forest to recover and be reborn once again. Redlines -Mani can only be corrupted while in Corporeal Form, not in an Ethereal Form. -Greater Mani Spirits cannot be corrupted or swayed by mortal means. Only unnatural magical means. -A group of around fifteen or more dark/voidal users using their magic is required to take on a Greater Mani to attempt to corrupt it for the encounter. -Lesser Mani require only around ten or more dark/voidal users using their magics to attempt to corrupt the Mani during the encounter. -Once the Mani is corrupted, it is still only controlled by the ST and requires ST approval for more encounters to occur. This includes approving new abilities it might gain in such a state. -Should a Mani’s Spirit be captured in a container and warped/twisted with vile magics, it can be reborn as a corrupted Mani. -If a loophole is seen, ST approval must be sought otherwise the answer is no. -ALL ENCOUNTERS CARRY APPROPRIATE PK-CLAUSES: PLEASE KEEP AS SUCH IN MIND. List of Mani and Mani Lore for Uses: Credits: Delmodan- Creator and writing of the lore as well as some of the Mani. Guyden- For writing, creation of the Crane Mani, and aiding overall in the lore. Leowarrior14- for the original creator of the Mani Lore, Fae Realm, and ideas/creation for some of the Mani. Nivndil- For her writing and creation of the Bear Mani as well as my grammar nazi. DarkSainthood- For reviewing, aiding in suggestions, and my other grammar nazi. Shimmeringbliss- For her creation of the Panther Mani. Sporadic- For his lovely lore on the Beaver Mani. Druids- For their suggestions with boons/blessings. Keefy- Suffering and formatting this into its new Feat Format. OOC: If you're looking at this confused, you're correct. This was previously the T5 Blight Healing Spell. However, two thing have prompted a rebalancing to shift it into a Feat of its own. 1: Spread out information and a lack of easily reached data. Alot of the information that is used in mani summoning was spread all over the place. 2. Lack of use as a spell. Mani Summoning as a spell wasn't often used outside of events, rightfully, but instead for enchanting purposes and the such. 3. Global Cooldown on a T5 spell. The Global Cooldown is still there, but now it'll be more accurately able to be kept up with. All in all this is to see more use out of Mani Summoning by effectively making it more trackable, and giving other ST other than myself and other Druid-Adjacent ST the information they would need to do said events. That said let me address the concern. Grandfathering For those who currently hold a TA or T5 Druid with Mani Summoning, if you already know it, when you put up your app, please state who taught your druid the spell. Please try to not lie. If any doubt is casted onto your claims (say if say the listed teacher hasnt been around since Vailor or something) then it will be omni'd. If you are found to be lying, I will be shooting your app and you will be given an infraction on the records. Otherwise, cheers everyone.