Diogen

i support removing ways for people to mass-produce minmaxed mutated soldiers but i have 1 concern, if people cant be klones without having tawkin, wouldn't that incentivize spreading tawkin further so these people can become klones again?

it is time

mother muscle amendment

welcome back jade hope rl treated you well

hi reserving my spot but i will have to send deets on discord ! (Naele)

HONEY EAM PREGNANT

lets just deny any attempts for the fw playerbase to get back on their feet instead, that will help them out

The Frost Mother was in complete and utter shock at the missive. She did not expect for Dwarves to think of her as a bringer of Krugmas. She does not know how to feel about this. The only thing that went through her mind was "what the ****."

Naele begins to pump out war-penguins for the oncoming battle in overthrowing the Elves.

i dont know if ur purposefully misunderstanding any of the responses or genuinely cannot seem to comprehend what is being said

1. they r flavor spells with not that much of a benefit really, making them going mentally insane and risking revealing their nature is good enough of a drawback for them to summon an ice sword instead of pulling a steel one out of its sheath which can also melt by fire 2. i dont see how dissing femurlord proves any point in this argument. 'yea this one guy screams metagamer even though he looks undead so if you guys look obviously undead i'm gonna get banned'. why are we comparing an old man to a frostbitten ghoulish creature with glowing eyes? 3. the drain ability OPTIONALLY allows the removal of memories following the death memory loss mechanics because i personally believe that murderhoboing people is no bueno as a spook and offering them an alternative by keeping them alive and causing slight memory loss is a much better alternative. pretty much every other dark magic has some form of memory removal of the likes. no tiered system as it's just a lowly feat my guy. they learn spells through a TA holder, as how every magic works. also from the previous conversation hours ago (idk how long) there was a limit added of 1 week per jokul cursed meaning that its not just a hassle but a waste of time, the connection and instant disconnect thing is a rly weak argument. the memory loss thing was clarified afterwards and we decided on just having the identities of their kin stripped from their memories and the likes. it's essential, as jokul is pretty much a trial period while also serving as a new niche to those wanting to stay within the FA to help sort things out. there were many instances of people getting the CA then dipping, or others that get the CA, enjoy it for a week or two, then change their mind and start complaining to me and to the ST begging to be reverted. jokul fixes that you can stop believing then

so in the lore, it's stated that when you become fjarriagua, your FA goes zzz, although you may return to the FA should you dislike the CA during the period that you're allowed to reverse it (1 week), otherwise you'll remain as a CA without your FA there's also a redline that states you have to be a descendant and have a non-lesser soul in order to become jokul, meaning that musin cannot be one, while descendant races (human, elves, orcs, halflings, dwarves) may become jokul. there's also a redline that states the compatibilities/incompatibilities with magics, barring deific for obvious reasons -The Jøkul becomes incapable of learning any Deific / Holy magics except Seer. Any other magic is allowed. i'll see how i can make it easier to find & read if you had difficulties with it and clarify it some more yes, theres a redline that clarifies males can become jokul

thank you, appreciate it i know what post you're talking about though, it was a reply to the current fw lore, which wasn't written by myself

I feel like you haven't read the lore at all The effects of losing warmth 1) disables their casting, 2) makes them look obviously dark-adjacent, 3) makes them go mentally coo coo to the point of wanting to touch literal sources of fire in a desperate attempt to regain warmth. seeing as how this FA is mostly flavor than anything else, as their abilities are really just. instead of carrying a weapon you can conjure it out of ice with similar properties but objectively worse due to its weakness to fire, an ice bandaid and finally an ability that allows you to partake in rituals. i don't believe that giving them a harsh feeding mechanic beyond mental detriments / flavor would be healthy for the FA also good points to both you and @Turbo_Dogon the cooldown thing. also, disconnection requires CONSENT from the jokul unless it's their own mother, because this is a FA that serves as a form of trial period for the most part for the fjarriagua, where they get a taste of the CA, but also not fully, so they get to actually be involved in things and do things, while serving as a new niche altogether for the coven before they know whether to fully commit, or if they wanna stay as an FA and fill another niche, or just dip altogether. there WILL be cases where a mother has accidentally recruited a jackass, requiring her to disconnect that jokul later down the line. keep in mind, only that jokul's Mother can disconnect them without consent. everything else requires consent also who goes through the trouble of cursing people for an FA, making them join a ritual, then have to go through the entire ordeal that is having to disconnect them afterwards and contact the ST to keep them up to date on their FA? that's so mindblowingly stupid i didn't even think of it as a possibility yh, adding cooldown and the FA freeing up slot after PK rn to the FA, gimme a moment to update it

“Come, sit ‘round. Scratch flint to tinder, kindle hopeful flames. Listen well, though, through breaking wind and shrieking hunger. Learn to fear the Winter’s appetite.” -Sif, the Liar. - A most unholy curse, that of the Fjarriagua; a curse, that freezes one’s soul, forever trapping both body and soul in an eternal cryostasis in the realm, turning them into horrible frost creatures. Witches, casting an endless cycle of misery, projected upon the poor Descendants. Yet, with such a potent curse, a Mother thought to herself- what if, rather than fully transforming a being, only a mere fraction of the curse was shared? A curse, enough to warp their mentality, granting them but a fraction of what they may potentially become. A way for them to climb through the ranks, allowing their respective Mother to oversee them, and to judge whether they are any capable. To judge, whether they are deserving of the full blessing. And so was the first Jøkul created. One still within life’s reach, yet warped, at their very core. An entity, that is no longer seen as an enemy nor food, but rather one of their own. A knight, a soldier who may carry out their Mother’s wishes, capable of putting more risk into their work. The beginning of a Jøkul’s journey involves a pact, one between the Witch and the Mortal. A pact, a promise of power, a way into their coven. However the Fjarriagua convinces the poor, mortal soul into such an agreement, begins with a mere handshake. A handshake, that will forever leave a bruise-like mark upon their palm. The curse now dormant within their soul. The activation of such a curse requires the completion of the Descendant's quest, as agreed by the pact. Only then, upon its fulfilment, may the curse then take ahold of their soul, beginning its course, yet to a much lesser degree, inflicting them with minimal changes to their body, unlike the physical attributes of the Fjarriagua. Their teeth do not grow sharp, their body isn’t rendered icy. Rather, the only visible change at first is the hue of their eyes, turned blue. A hue, that may no longer be changed. Yet, the curse requires fuel. But unlike their greater counterpart, it strives for Warmth. Starting with their innate Warmth at the start of their transformation, over the course of [2] OOC weeks, that warmth may only be refueled through either the sapping of one’s Warmth. Red Lines Immediately they began to feel the effects of the Mark, a portion of their soul rendered frozen, shifting their body. Eyes turned uncanny blue in hue. As their Warmth begins to drain, through either casting magics or by going too long without the devouring of raw meat or flesh, the lack of such warmth begins to surface upon their body, depending on the amount of it that they lack. No changes are made to their physical strength upon being granted the curse. Although, their slow-coursing blood similar to a slowly melting ice allows them to have an easier time than the typical Descendant when it comes to bleeding out, being around 1/3rd of the pace of a typical bleeding out Descendant. Their heartbeat rendered slightly slower, although not to a noticeable degree, requiring them to breathe about 1/3rd of the pace of a normal Descendant to match the slow-coursing blood. A Jøkul may only possess a maximum amount of [6] Warmth units. [5+] Warmth units: Appearance is fully mundane. Blue eyes remain. [4] Warmth units: Slight discoloration on their extremities, such as their fingers, ears and lips. Skin is no longer warm in sensation, but rather off, as if hypothermic. [3] Warmth units: Mild patches of discoloration appear throughout their skin as if bruised, lips and extremities now tinted purple. Skin is as cold as a corpse. [2] Warmth units: Frostbite is apparent on their body, as if they are mildly frostbitten. [1] Warmth units: The frostbite looks severe in nature, with cracks akin to cracks on glass on their skin, ears, extremities and lips. [0] Warmth units: They look ghoulish, as if edging between life and death itself, their body looking horribly frostbitten, their cheeks turned inwards, eyes radiating in a dim, blue glow. Red Lines The descent into the icy embrace of Icedom ravages not just the body but also the mind. Madness encroaches the boundaries of the Jøkul's psyche. A battle between their humanity and the Curse, the Jøkul are prone to emotional instability, bouts of guilt, and even depression, loneliness, or even going as far as to purposely isolate themselves from those they used to hold dear, in favor of those who share their cold-blooded nature. Rather, seeing their new kin as family, while keeping those within their previous, fully-mortal state away from arm’s reach, at an emotional level. Their mental health only continues to grow worse in the case of having no Warmth to fuel them, gradually obsessing over it as their ravenous hunger for that Warmth worsens as they reach [3] units and below, causing them to fall into bouts of utter rage, sometimes even lashing out at minor inconveniences, making them yearn to regain such heat through external means. A cycle of drops and rises in emotional stability depending on how well-fed their Curse is, a mere fraction of the sheer torment that the Fjarriagua undergo. Yet their mental sanity is only put further to the test, as they become one with ice, yet striving for Warmth. Heat, making them uncomfortable, yet addictive to their soul. Almost as if a drug, that they find themselves incapable of pulling away from. As Jøkul with low Warmth units may find themselves bordering insanity, some going as far as to attempt to touch a source of fire in a desperate attempt at gaining Warmth, should they not find any proper means of regaining such. Red Lines Cursed by Frost, these servant-mortals are partially gifted with the very essence of the north. To serve their kin, offering themselves as their shield and sword, they shall never be in a place of unpreparedness. Using their innate Warmth, Jøkul may wield ice, although to a much lesser degree compared to their greater counterparts, at the cost of their own physical and mental state. Sapping their own Warmth, to fuel their capabilities. Abilities Tells: To cast an ability, would mean to harness its power to begin with, resulting in a tell, a tell remaining within the theme of cold & ice. Such examples may be: -Flakes of ice breaking off their skin. -A faint white mist swirling around themselves or a body part, enough to be seen. -An azure glow within their eyes -Exhaling a foggy breath as they chant, as if exhaling within an icy region. -Veins coursing in a very visible blue, almost as if presenting a faint glow. Red Lines Cold Touch - [Combat | Non-Combat] [4-6] Warmth Units restored: [3 -> 6] By maintaining physical contact with a Descendant, or living and organic sentient being (Homunculus, Musin, Kha, etc.), over the course of [4] full emotes, the Jøkul may steal a portion of their Warmth to themselves. On the [2]nd emote, their body begins to feel chilly, slightly shivering. At [3] emotes, the victim's extremities begin to ache, grown slow and frostbitten, hands and arms covered in bruise-like marks On the [4]th emote, the victim loses their consciousness, their body made highly hypothermic and frostbitten, their body tremendously aching, although to no critical extent. As addictive as Warmth is to them, they may find themselves extending the amount of time that they remain in physical touch with the draining Descendant, further sapping the poor victim's warmth. On the [5]th emote, their body turns extremely frostbitten, to the point of a critical point, requiring immediate care. On the [6]th emote, they fully succumb to the frost, losing all innate warmth within their body, and fully feeding the creature [6] units of Warmth instead. Each emote of Cold Touch fills up [1] unit of Warmth. Red Lines Ice Manipulation - [Non-Combat] Becoming one with the Cold, the Jøkul find themselves capable of conjuring, or even bending the ice available around them, although to a very simplistic degree. Unable to benefit from such in combat. This means that they may not manipulate ice larger than a [1x1x1] area at a time, to a basic degree. While a Fjarrigua may be capable of creating a detailed and polished sword, and at higher tiers, even intricately carve it, a Jøkul may instead create the rough shape of a sword, resembling closer to a spike with sharp edges instead. Although, should they be near a Fjarriagua Altar, they will find themselves more capable at non-combative Ice Manipulation, allowing them to manipulate a whole [2x1x1] instead, with their detailing allowing them basic geometrical shapes. Warmth Units required: [0] Red Lines Call of Frost - [Combat] [2] In the span of [2] emotes (1 connection + 1 cast), they may conjure an icy weapon or tool of their choice, no bigger than the size of a spear or warhammer. Such a weapon would retain the physical appearance of that of ice, although possessing attributes akin to a ferrum weapon, in durability and strength. Yet, they remain weak to fire, melting akin to mundane ice against a flame, requiring a mere [2] flame strike of any nature to turn to puddle, or [1] single blue fire strike. Due to their icy nature, they may be shattered by blunt attacks, shattering in [3] harsh blunt strikes in the case of one-handed weapons, and [5] blunt strikes in the case of two-handed weapons. Warmth Units required: -One-handed weapon or tool: [1] -Two-handed weapon or tool: [2] Red Lines Frost Mending - [Combat/Non-Combat] [2] Being no strangers to combat, the Jøkul will regularly find themselves in situations requiring medical assistance. By conjuring specs of ice, hoarfrost, and snowflakes in the span of [2] they may stack them on a wound, in order to temporarily cut off blood loss, until they get adequate help to heal themselves. Though, such a spell does not repair tissue, but rather merely seals them, until they get proper aid, a seal that may easily be broken should they be struck once more. Warmth Units required: -Minor wounds (no more than 2 inches wide & 1 inch deep): [2] -Moderate wounds (no more than a laceration or appendage loss): [3] Red Lines Disperse - [Non-Combat] Capable of partaking in select rituals with their kin, the Jøkul - harboring their Warmth - max rapidly expel it during a ritual, using it as a form of fuel, to grant their Greaters their energy. The use of such will quickly strip them of their mundane appearance, making them visibly look frostbitten, as they lost their Warmth. Requiring them to sap once more, their craving worsened. Warmth Slots required: [6] Red Lines Beings of cold, they are naturally much more susceptible to flames than the mundane Descendant. Deific magics - due to their tainted soul - too, affect them. AURUM, due to their warped nature, causes both pain and discomfort to these creatures; upon being deeply stuck by Aurum, their Warmth begins to leak out, bringing out their horrifying, frostbitten nature. DRAGONSFLAME is extremely detrimental to their being, due to its harsh temperature compared to typical flames, melting them at x1.5 the strength of how Dragonsflame would affect a typical Descendant otherwise. MALFLAME, too, harms them at a faster rate than typical, due to their very soul being frozen, causing x1.5 greater damage than normal. Red Lines Having a portion of their soul frozen, the Jøkul may pull themselves away from death’s door, to return to lifedom once more. Yet, all is not without a cost. For the loss of what was their family - despite how twisted - is a large burden to bear. Their soul being slowly thawed, exposing them once more to the sheer volatility of human emotions, as their memories of who they were, and who they knew during such a period being stripped away from them, leaving them a ball of grief. Breathing and alive, overburdened by the sensation of loss, yet whom they lost, is uncertain to them. Reversion comes in two ways. Purging, and Exile. The former, can be done to oneself, should they seek to return to mortaldom, and close the frozen chapter of their life. Through Purging, the Jøkul would have to, essentially, thaw their soul out of the ice that hangs onto it, through an excruciating procedure, requiring the aid of a deific mage, such as a shaman or paladin, requiring them to be at full Warmth units. The Jøkul must place themselves in an uncomfortably hot room - although not a dangerously hot one, as the deific mage conducts the purge, beginning the process of thawing their soul. Then, over the course of [3] OOC days, the ice trapping their soul will slowly begin to melt off, causing excruciating pain- both to mind and body. Although without any physical detriment to their body. Should they leave the room in any shape of form, then the process will require to be restarted. It is generally advised that a Jøkul seeks assistance to be restrained within that room, so as to fully cure the curse without risk of escape. Exile, on the other hand, is one done through their own Mother, or the Fjarriagua they pacted with. An interaction that is detrimental to both the Witch and the Jøkul. For she will have to cast out one that she once saw as a child. With that, exiling is generally seen as a necessity, such as the Jøkul putting the coven and the daughters at risk. By tapping into the very ice within their soul, a Mother, or the Fjarriagua that directly pacted with them, may tear that ice out, leaving their soul thawed, stripping all that made them one with ice. Red Lines

genuinely the best writing comms i've ever ordered, i ******* love your work karim

"I gave it three months. I suppose it ended earlier than that." Said Elena to herself, within her alchemy basement, after finding out the news.

[!] A drawing of the inner walls of Hyspia, with a short-haired man kneeling on the ground, in front of an armored executioner. OOC: The knowledge in here is unavailable, as the only thing that can be RPly found are 1) the remains, 2) the letter. Anything else will be considered metagaming. n the waning twilight, the ancient city of Hyspia, carved from the heart of the desert’s golden sandstone, trembled under an ominous silence. Its intricate spires and arches, once echoing with the songs of the bazaar, now stood as silent witnesses to an approaching dread. From the horizon, where the sun's last embers kissed the earth, there emerged a procession most macabre: a cadre of raiders, a fusion of bone and chitin, their forms a grotesque ballet of the living and the undead. Í myrkrinu, þar sem ljósið deyr, vaknar draugur. In darkness, where light dies, a specter awakens. s they advanced, the very air around them seemed to grow colder, the ground beneath their feet crying out in silent agony. The city's inhabitants, their faces etched with terror and disbelief, watched as this macabre army marched through Hyspia's streets, their intentions as dark as the void from which they seemed to have spawned. Ógnin nálgast, hún gengur á meðal okkar. The menace approaches, it walks among us. midst this chaos, a solitary figure emerged from the safety of his abode – Deimtrey, a knight of Hyspia, whose bravery was as legendary as his skill with the blade. Clad in tarnished armor, he stood defiantly before the invading force, a lone beacon of courage in the face of insurmountable odds. Hjarta hans slær sem trommur fyrir lokadansinn. His heart beats like drums for the final dance. ith a heart pounding against the confines of his chest, Demitrey engaged the raiders in combat. Steel clashed against bone and chitin, echoing through the desolate streets like a mournful dirge. In a dance as old as war itself, He fought valiantly, his sword a silver flash in the encroaching darkness. But fate, as fickle as the wind, was not on his side. A spear, as cold and merciless as death itself, found its mark, impaling him through the chest, anchoring him to the earth he had sworn to protect. Sorgin og örvæntingin fylla nóttina. Sorrow and despair fill the night. earby, tragedy unfolded in tandem. A man, his leg severed in the gruesome melee, fell to the ground, his cries of agony piercing the night. Not far from him, a woman, clutching a Lorraine cross in trembling hands, screamed for help, her voice a haunting lament that resonated in the hollow hearts of the undead assailants. Dögun ljóssins ber vitni um tóm hennar. Dawn's light bears witness to her emptiness. et, as dawn's first light broke over the horizon, casting a pale glow over the carnage, a chilling realization befell the city of Hyspia. No bodies lay in the streets; no remnants of the brave souls who had faced their end. The raiders, had taken them all, leaving behind nothing but blood, echoes of despair and the haunting memory of their presence. Og í lokin stendur aðeins þögnin eftir. And in the end, only silence remains. he once vibrant streets were empty, the laughter and life that had filled them now a distant memory, as fleeting as the shadows at dawn. Hyspia, with its sandstone walls stained with the sorrows of the fallen, had its very bustling life taken away. ut a note, was left. Its words, written in blood, and incomprehensible. The only legible words, were those of threats.

Elena began to write down a large assortment of insults and disses that she will be employing to strike a strong sense of lowered self-esteem to her opponents. At least, that was something she would do if she wasn't forced to play judge.