Diogen

“changing lore” no bro its been st verdict for years but then got put on paper recent-ish the other ways r already discovered and lore hasn’t been changed. there’s just a problem against cheesing discovering a darkspawn type thats so heavy on hiding amongst people

there r many simple ways of figuring out a fjarriagua, but forcing a vampire test on a non vampire ca is not the way to go There should be proper rp to find out a darkspawn and not just cheesing slicing people’s arms in “random” tests

?????? Please dont push random amendments written up in the spur of the moment without contacting its community / leadership, especially as a non-Fjarriagua player ST amended that line to fix our CA some time ago and reverting it should NOT be the way to go

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amazing

OOC READ ME: [!] Strange disappearances began to take place throughout Aevos. Talks of their long lost family, abandoning all that they once possessed. Amidst the mountains, wandered a poor, lone soul; that of a woman, oddly underlayered for such a harsh climate- fitting more a temperate climate than all. Her skin paled with the snow that accumulated around her form, her fingers hardly capable of curling anymore. Yet she persisted amidst the violent blizzard that enveloped her, her body threatening to fall upon every step. She was consumed by grief, and grief alone. Daughter . . . Rang a whisper within her ears. That very voice froze her form, eyes of grey rapidly examining her surroundings, devoid of any life, of any structure. Do not hurt, my child. Echoed that voice once more. An odd warmth overtook her. A sense of comfort- one that pushed her to the end of her journey. A few more steps . . . Mother…

proud of you for taking inspiration from me

OOC: This may be taken as IRP knowledge or witnessed to those who either live within the north, and/or have ventured within the mountains. [!] Those living within the northern continent felt a light quake beneath the snow they tread on. The North’s eternal winter, once a point of pride and resilience among those who dwelled within, grew ever more malevolent. It was not long until people began to succumb to a familiar set of symptoms: The crisp, invigorating air that had once flushed cheeks with life now bit with an unnatural chill. The snow within the very northern edge of the continent, which had always blanketed the land in a pristine white, started to fall heavier, flakes sharp as shards of glass, whirling in furious gales that howled like the angered spirits of the tundra. Even the auroras, once a dance of celestial greens and purples across the night sky, dimmed to a mournful hue, as if mourning the peace that they once knew. The early signs were clear; the embrace of winter was no longer a gentle mother’s caress but the tightening grip of a wrathful deity, foretelling an age of frost that sought to reclaim its dominion with an unforgiving cold. It was all followed by an odd chanting- one that carried upon the snow, echoing faintly to one’s ears. Do you hear, my daughters? Echoed the Mother’s voice. One, carried by the northern winds. The screams of Man, dear Mother? A chorus of voices echoed back. Quiet! Hissed Frost Mother. Her voice, akin to a biting chill within one’s ears. The frozen earth once more began to quake, as abnormally large spikes of ice shot out of the ground. Some, mundane by nature, yet others, obsidian-like in appearance, carrying within an onyx tinge. One could almost swear they felt the Mother’s eyes laid upon them as they stood beside creations of such a magnitude. And if one were to look closely into the spikes… Corpses of Man laid within, frozen in time- forever bound in agony. The land, turned inhospitable. The earth, Mother. It calls for us. A chorus of voices echoed once more. The earth, Daughters; it begs for us. The voice whispered, in a calmer, yet harsh tone. May your never-growing crops starve your children. May those who venture outside, fuel our kin. May your homes, no longer harbor warmth. May those you trust, devour you whole. May you no longer find peace. Hear my name, Mankind. Naele

Skin name - wrath Bid - 25 discord: diogen

+1

+1 though rather make the redline so anything that SURPASSES plate in weight halves the movement to make it easier, instead of "halves movement whenever ensorcelled except when X or Y or Z" until its just plate that counts

Skin name: Wraith - Golden - Claymore Bid: $26 on each Discord: diogen

credits to @Islamadonfor co-writing, it has been a pleasure

+1 naele and the angho have been attempting it so often, i'm looking forward to be doing pregnancy RP for the next 9 days and bring a new era of dragons

blacklisting romance and FTB would take away the many possibilities of RP

Origin In a world where misogyny ran rampant, a cabal of women have had enough. They recalled the many instances of abuse they have suffered, and their heart went cold. Their face went pale and eyes turn white and glowing. Frost Witches. Mentality They are broken inside, cold and sad. They were hurt by too many men. They had enough. Physicality Their skin is as cold as their heart. Their eyes glow in a cold hatred towards men. Abilities ice

witches r clearly better

see you on the 5th fellow orthobro

happy trans visibility day

kiko try not to destroy the bathroom thrice a day challenge - impossible

Purpose: As it stands, Cursed Ice's lore is extremely lackluster, lacking any real depth or definition, being no more than just "steel but melts like ice". This amendment aims to provide more depth to it, a new set of weaknesses, overhauling its durability as well as granting it more content, to grant it more use cases. From flavor RP, structures to CRP & MArting, as well as the clarification of redlines. For example, we are permitted to create 1 cursed ice per day through ST verdict, yet isn't stated within redlines. That has been added in the amendment's redline to avoid confusion. Cursed Ice will also be something that may be created by other Witches, and not only Mothers, allowing them to work on their own personal projects without having to rely on an endgame CA user to conjure up some ice. With the opening up of the cursed ice to witches, a [3] OOC day cooldown has been added to every witch aiming to create cursed ice, while it being only [1] day to mothers. As well as redlining the usage of it to anyone that isn't apart of their kin, preventing instances of mass-production and bloating the market through selling / gifting random people. Old lore: Conjure Cursed Ice (Non-Combative) By imbuing ice with powerful Witch Magic while at the Altar, a Frost Mother, along with perhaps other Frost Witches, may create an ice far more durable than any frost or ice formed within the natural realm, weaving their malicious arts into the ice which they have conjured forth. This ice may be used for a variety of things; from the creation of powerful weapons to entire fortresses created from ice empowered by the will and magic of the Fjarriagua. Mechanics - Cursed Ice can be created by a Mother while at the Altar in non-combat, the amount directly proportional to the number of Witches aiding. This ice has the durability of steel or stone and may be used to create MArt enchantments, tools, weapons, or structures of ice. In the case of tools or weapons, they must be signed by an ST in order to be valid. Structures need not be signed unless they have other properties beyond their durability. - Cursed Ice must be made at an Altar, done by the Witch conjuring ice and then weaving their own magic into it, giving it a darker blue shade, if not purple even. - Cursed Ice and it's conjuration acts the strength ranging from stone (when conjured for anything larger than what may be worn upon one's person), to a high-carbon steel (when used for items wearable or equip-able on ones pesron) - Cursed Ice may be used for construction or MArt creations - Cursed Ice may not be enchanted without MArt usage - Cursed Ice for greater usage (builds, or manipulating so), requires RO permission to use. If there is no RO on tile, it refers to ST to attain approval. Cursed Ice Structures may not be requested to be built by world team or ST. - Cursed Ice is immune to mundane or alchemical flame, though magical flame of any kind would affect it as if it were normal ice. - This ice cannot be made during combat nor used for combat purposes on its own. - Cursed Ice may only be made in the quantity of (1) sole item as it is a excruciatingly draining procedure for both the Frost Mother and any aiding witch. New lore: Conjure Cursed Ice (Non-Combative) By imbuing ice with powerful Witch Magic while at the Altar, a Frost Witch may create an ice far more durable than any frost or ice formed within the natural realm, weaving their malicious arts into the ice which they have conjured forth. This ice may be used for a variety of things; from the creation of powerful weapons to entire fortresses created from ice empowered by the will and magic of the Fjarriagua. ECHOED WHISPERS [Non-Combat] Ice is but an extension of the Fjarriagua, wielding the expanse of winter’s domain as if it was yet another limb they always had, with some becoming another mouth that may speak their voice, that may whisper visions. By infusing a portion of their essence within an object of Cursed Ice, the Fjarriagua may then whisper words to it, effectively trapping these whispers and visions within the object itself. Causing that object to glisten in a faint, icy blue. Then, should it be interacted with through physical touch, the object itself will echo those faint whispers and visions. Red Lines: [OOC] Purpose:

we don't need a pc cooling system for machines