Sorcerio

Character has switched teachers as of 6/11/2022:

Accepted. 

Accepted.

Accepted.

Pending.

Pending. Your application doesn't need to detail the whole history of the Musin, it simply needs to explain the biology and characteristics of the Musin CA as a whole. You can reach me on discord at pundimonium#9142 when the app is ready to be reviewed again. 

Accepted.

This character has successfully performed Geistreach and has ascended. 

This looks pretty neat! Personally, I'd maybe give the cure a bit more of a notable drawback, if not a long-term one. It doesn't have to be huge or largely debilitating, but it would be cool if something was left in-RP to remind people of the fate they had narrowly avoided. Otherwise, I don't mind this too much. 

If there is one thing you'd want to have accomplished during your time on the server, what would it be? 

Based.

What the ****? Spoons?

I have taught and will be monitoring this character's progress. 

I have taught and will be overseeing this character's progress.

Finally; kidnapping made easier! 

Thats it. I'm shelving the lore. 

Not bad.. but please just make an amendment to the main metallurgy page tbh. if I have to pull up copper lore to ensure Im not breaking redlines I might cry.

My lore... cannibalized.. but yeah, this looks pretty decent overall considering it's supposed to be a simple basis for further expansion. I do still have a couple things to suggest that the core lore should still entail.

Clerical light, in my opinion, should cause clerics harm if excessively used. This is a scrutinous, alien light which permeates their limited mortal bodies after all, and while wouldn't be immediately harmful, overuse would surely cause holy burns or even death if one goes over their maximum capacity. Setting the foundation for the overall effects of the light are important, especially in this reboot since the nature of the light itself likely won't change in the future, only its applications through clericalism. In that vein, maybe a focus of sorts could be used to mitigate these effects? This could be added later on of course.

Other big thing I recommend is some form of chancery or hallowed ground the Clerics can come together to make. More than other holy magics, I definitely feel like clerics are more of a 'coven' type deal and should thus be encouraged to seek out places to meet. These can, of course, be simple at first, but I think are still crucial to setting the foundation for future pieces. Later on you can add rituals and stuff which they can engage in with one another, but the creation of these grounds, even if their effects are benign at first, would be a good thing to add. 

Good work otherwise. I look forward to seeing where this goes. 

((Also, just seeing this, but let Clerics use blood magic. They can be disconnected as a result of this of course, but blood magic itself could reasonably be used despite its dark stigma as it does not inherently taint the soul and is solely mortal in is basis)). 

The player Sorcerio has been granted official permission to receive all TAs, MAs, and CAs which this lore entails. (I win). Thank you for your cooperation. 

"This thing all things devours: birds, beasts, trees, flowers; gnaws iron, bites steel; grinds hard stones to meal; slays king, ruins town, and beats high mountain down."

It came upon him like an eruption of flame, the amber light wrapping him in a seething, torturous embrace. The heavens above were like a dome atop the vast towers of pine trees and birch wood, pouring its delicate autumn radiance onto the once-man, who now lay armor-clad and sprawled amongst a bed of leaves. Birds sang low, quailing melodies, and the timid play of animals could be heard in the distant shrubbery and brush. There seemed to be no lack of life, and indeed, even the earth itself bore fruit here — fruit, alas, which he could not eat. 

The errant knight rose, his mind muddled from the sudden leap from between the lands, and yet soon it recalled the harrowing recollection of what had just occurred. It stirred from its golden bed of foliage, looking up to the heavens with fiery eyes. It burned to stare into the sky, and yet he must so that he might seek out any gate, any reprieve, or even so much as a companion, for he had long-since been abandoned — and so it was fitting that he found none. 

Only then, amidst his sober reflection did he discern the squealing nip of some fox-like creature. It bore a striking similarity to the flaxen-haired woodland creatures which populated the mortal realm, and yet was still somewhat alien, peering upon the knight with great, piercing green eyes. The knight reached out towards the creature with the gentle touch of its hand, hoping to perhaps gain it comfort, but alas, the creature did not take to it, and within the blink of an eye, so too did the vivid eyes of that thing draw to a close, leaving the knight once more all alone. And in that moment, as that beast passed off into the darkness, so too did the birdsong cease, and the golden light of the heavens became heavier and searing upon his flesh. 

But the knight, knowing he could not remain in this place, carried on, hoping to perhaps find a familiar face or mode by which to return to that which was at least even familiar. He continued down what seemed as road, his flesh seething and burning within the sun, but it was no use in hiding, for the dome of the heavens was vast, leaving little respite amongst the shallow shade of the trees. He tread through what became a terrible mountain storm; there was nothing here, nothing but the wailing peaks and the whipping of winds across his flesh. Yet he endured, for such was his mission, so bold and yet so terrible, to seek a means of return.

It seemed as though days he traveled those perilous mountains of blizzard and snow, left as a huddling mass of taut flesh and bone. His armor had long-since been cast off to make the journey more bearable, but such did ultimately little to ease his trial. And then the hunger had begun to take him, the maddening throes of terrible hunger! Men might be driven to eat their brothers if left truly desolate and alone, but this was no mere hungering pang. 

At last he came upon the precipice, the very summit of that terrible clime, and there he saw it: the four realms all aggregated into one, with, at its very heart, a Middle City, constructed of smooth and pure alabaster stone, and each house bore a hue in accordance with their season. And within that city, that dwelt at the core, life — a great oak, blessed by divinity to bear leaves of prismatic saturation, granting light to all of the remaining realm. 

It made no attempt to employ caution, for it flung itself off the summit at the very city, dragging itself along the cliffside. Rocks and earth pierced flesh, and its very bones snapped with each leap and descent — but it did not matter, for now there was hope for reprieve. Only hope.

Coming upon the city, it was no more than a derelict thing. Eyes, of all colors and temperaments, gazed upon the thing, some in pity, others in despair, and still others did not even bother to look. But what did that matter, when the creature had been deprived for so, so long. True… it did not. 

The once-man then descended upon the tree, each step a further test of will, for its coil had all but failed. It reached forth a derelict and sinewy hand to grapple that exotic tree, and subsuming from it its very essence, to engorge, to devour, to sate the utter lack thereof. And there the tree, too, darkened, its leaves sapped dry of their ephemeral light and withering, only to fall from their seat among the boughs onto the earth below. The wood, too, became rigid and stale, the pure and unadulterated sap within serving as only a victual for that which could not be sated. 

Soon, all that was once the tree was consumed, and with it, the remaining land. With no heart to pump life through the roots, the earth began to decay. Where once pristine and life-giving water flowed, now they had dried, leaving caked and festering mud upon their banks in which not even the worms and insects would deign to dwell. The golden yield of the harvest became black like soot, brushed away by a single breath of wind, and the beds of leaves now, too, fell to the earth, as fungal rot overtook the roots of the many trees. The woodlands and fields grew barren, and creatures and men within them, though not dead, could no longer live — starved and wounded, and yet unable to truly die, caught within a perpetual limbo between sickness and sweet release.

No longer would it rain upon this land, and no longer would the sun shine. The beast, gorging upon the essence of the tree, had taken all that away in its greed, its hunger. There was nothing more upon this plane, nothing but a juxtaposition between life and death, and no sweet child would ever again look up to the stars, and hear the tales of this once-living paradise — for now it was made into hell. 

Yoo these are actually incredible!

ah.. the time has come!

Delicious

10 minutes ago, Panashea said:

 

Thank you for your input! Most of these were just oversights and I clarified all of them. With the dragon bones, that is a component in making Archliches from the old lore. Archliches are definitely supposed to be a more rare CA and should be difficult to achieve, at least relatively to other CAs. However, depending on the ST's stance on the matter I am willing to compromise to something less extreme; it's more so just meant to be a harder-to-obtain component, and not something I'm dead-set on. 

Also pardon my lack of eloquence; forum formatting literally takes my soul away from me.