TheDragonsRoost

Hello again! Now, before you lot go crazy with your replies, let me get a few things straight: 1. Yes, I DID leave LotC, but I have since overturned my decision to leave. 2. I did not post two farewell posts. One was me saying I was taking a break and the other was a farewell. 3. LotC is a boiling cauldron of toxicity and hatred towards people that they do not understand yet. So effin’ what? With that out of the way, let’s get to the point of this post: why I’ve decided to come back to Lord of the Craft. It wasn’t an easy choice to overturn my decision to leave the server and the community I got to enjoy being with, but it hit me. Something that a friend told me about my roleplay character that I felt was appropriate in this situation. “Even if your [character’s] overwheled with emotions, [his] friends come first.” -A friend. I’ve made a lot of friends on this server and they don’t need to be plastered over a re-introduction post just to have upvotes on their rep. My friends don’t need any naming, anyhow, because the only thing they need to know is that they are the primary reason why I came back to LotC. There is also the concern that people think I’m still toxic by leaving then coming back and applying for staff. Let me ask you lot why you people believe that I should be berated because of mistakes that occur off the server? For even matters on twitch streams that have already been dealt with by the GM team? In fact, why even bother berating me in the first place? It doesn’t make a lot of sense on why you insist on doing these immature acts of trolling and letting it spiral out of control to the point where the Game Mods are involved. Honestly, some of the problems on LotC do stem a lot from people making immature decisions and reacting to said immature decisions in a harsh manner (as I did in my twitch stream. So what?). Anyhow, -1 me all you want to be honest. The only thing that’s mature on LotC are the staff members on their various teams who try to make a pleasant community to be engaged in as well as promote a positive attitude. I’ll be playing my characters again and if you don’t like it, don’t bother leaving a reply or just ignore me. Time to get back to work, -TheDragonsRoost

OOC: While I may have left LotC, I still have work to do and thus have overturned my decision to leave LotC. This story is based on semi-canon portions, including what happens when one person uses magic not normally taught or found in LotC and will be a magic I’ll write in the future while I also work on my own project. I hope you enjoy “The Power of the Soul” by TheDragonsRoost. ~(+)==(+)~ Karren had lived many days within the forest where he gave himself the penance. For many days, he lived off of the land and the wildlife that roamed the forest, surviving off of the steak and pork that he collected from the wildlife. He had a lot of chances to leave the forest and be a part of the world once again, but he refused to leave the forest until he had served his penance through. Karren wanted to make sure that no trace of his former self remained and that it wouldn’t ever resurface. He didn’t have the magical power he wanted, but he had learned that some things are better off being done by one’s own hands than using magic. This included the irritating and unreasonable lust for magical power. One thing that his Regeneration had failed to get rid of all those years ago. The sun began to set and Karren, in his ruined clothes, had begun to set a fire near his tent. A small campfire that would become a small beacon to monsters that wished to claim his life. Not that Karren minded, but when he took his penance, he was not aware that monsters roamed the forest at night, willingly stalking their prey before killing them with sharp claws and pointy teeth. Over the years he served his penance, he had a few encounters with such beasts. Karren didn’t have much to his name, but he made do with his surroundings being his weapon. However, this night would turn out to be his last night serving his penance. As he watched the campfire blaze to life, Karren felt his soul warm up as if he could feel the emotions that ran so rampant during his Regeneration. He wasn’t sure why his soul began to warm up in this way, but he’d begin to feel his life slowly ebb away as if his own soul began to burn away his lifeforce, the force that sustains a person’s life. Karren began to feel his body slowly deconstruct itself with an amber glow, which made him scream in pain into the night. This kind of power he felt once before, when he held the Totem of Undying in his hands. It swallowed up his body whole and he became an Ethereal Light for a short time as he felt this strange power flow through him. While he was an Ethereal Light, he felt a strange, yet powerful force drawing him towards Cloud Temple. He knew he wasn’t dead, but this was something that couldn’t be overpowered. Karren followed this strange feeling towards Cloud Temple and once he arrived at Cloud Temple, he felt this power begin to fade and his body beginning to take form once more. He appeared as he did prior to his penance being served, but with some changes. He no longer felt the need for magic and he seemed to grow a bit. He also didn’t see the point in fighting or supporting the September Prince as he felt his mind begin to rewrite itself, almost as if it was reenergized beyond mortal standards. Karren also had begun to go through a massive wardrobe change as well, no longer wearing his green robes and normal clothing, but wearing something entirely different. “Well, this is certainly new...” Karren commented as he’d see his new clothes, completely unsure of what to make of them. Either way, he walked down the steps of Cloud Temple with the new wardrobe change and begin his adventures anew... ~(+)==(+)~ OOC: As I said before, this magic will be a Magic Lore Submission (presumably Deity or Dark Magic, though I’m leaning towards a different style of magic) and I’m thinking that Karren might like his new wardrobe. Anyways, I’ll be coming back to LotC within the next few months and I thought I’d get this started. Will be getting the skin for this made soon! Anyways, see you all in Atlas! -TheDragonsRoost

Yeah, there’s nothing really much to say. I’m saying my final farewell from Lord of the Craft. No joke, I’m officially quitting LotC and PK’ing all of my characters on TheDragonsRoost and my alt account. After I stepped back, I realized that my style of writing and my style of roleplay didn’t fit LotC, which made a lot of people toxic towards me. I hold no grudges against everyone here and I’ve found something I enjoy. To my friends and people I’ve met on LotC, I’ll still be available to talk to over Discord, but I’ll be leaving the LotC discords that I’ve joined as I’ll be redirecting my focus towards my own projects. Time to Create. Time for Creation. It’s Time of Creation and the forging of new worlds. Thanks for everything! -TheDragonsRoost

Again as I’ve said in my original post, I’m taking a break with an undetermined amount of time. It doesn’t mean in any way that I’m saying my final goodbyes to this server, but this is what I’ve resorted to do in order to not feel restricted to having to come back to LotC and roleplay as Karren, Sorelis, or Marcus just to further along the overall story. I will be working on my other projects that I’ve neglected as well as working on irl stuff like school, relationships, and other things in the meantime until I feel like I’m ready to come back to LotC.

No fancy words. No bigotry. No toxicity or anything remotely stupid. Just me to talk about something I’m feeling about right now. ~(+)==(+)~ I’m taking a break from Lord of the Craft. Not because of the people I’ve encountered or the things that occurred to me over the past several days, but it’s for my own health. For those of you unaware, I came to LotC looking for an outlet for my creativity to flourish and replenish myself from writing my books. I wanted to play these characters that I’d make up because I thought that they’d help me feel better about myself and provide interesting roleplay for all those who’ve met them. I wanted to explore the boundaries of these make-believe characters in this fictional world of Lord of the Craft to see what the limits of my creativity were and to possibly even push beyond those boundaries to drive my characters to their absolute breaking point. Turns out that in trying to figure out my own limits, people didn’t understand what I was really doing, thinking I was powergaming or even metagaming at these instances. Truth be told, I was excited to be a part of this community for the three months I’ve been here, but I get this feeling of needing to let go of something before it destroys me inside. A feeling of intense wonder and longing to see the world beyond what lay in front of me on a computer screen. I’m nineteen years old and I’m a writer for Young Adult fiction, trying to forge new worlds and create stories that can entertain people and even inspire new ideas to be made within the inventive human mind. I’m also in high school, trying to make ends meet with a family that has little support to offer during the month between paydays. Not to mention I have real life to live than just roleplaying as a High Elf whose gone absolutely mad with lusting for power of the magical kind, a Dark Elf whose only goal is to please his father and even gain his admiration, and as a Highlander whose been psychologically scarred by a traumatic scene in his youth and have trouble expressing his true emotions. These characters represent something about me that I’ve had to deal with in real life and they all stem from the same origins. My depression. Karren is the embodiment of my will to fight the darkness of depression and yet never be able to overpower it, Sorelis Daevear is the embodiment of my inability to think about myself and only think about others, and Marcus Reyn is the embodiment of my crippling sense of self and low self-esteem. Character creation, at least in my own opinion, is forging a character who represents an aspect of your emotional state of mind to the point where they change drastically from what you originally created them out of and character growth/development is what you (the roleplayer) have given your character(s) in the opposite side whether it be a sense of honor or the ability to sacrifice themselves in the name of friendship against an enemy to help motivate those characters you save to rise up against the foe to vanquish them. But I’m getting off topic here, so let’s get back on track. My depression has worsened over my time on LotC to the point where I feel that feeling of needing to go and be free. Of course, this isn’t truly a goodbye as I’ll be back one day, just not anytime soon. People can hate me or love me, but that is what they have towards me and I’ve known for a long time that you cannot please everyone even if you tried. Call me toxic however you like, but there’s one thing that is undeniable about me. I’m creative, a planner, and someone who knows himself enough to understand what his heart tells him to do. So, I’ll leave you with this. I’m not saying my final farewells, but merely saying that I need to leave LotC for a time to recooperate mentally from the roleplay and the community that drives it forward. I’ll still happily talk to my friends I’ve made here, but when I come back, I expect to be more mature than when I left. Thank you guys and I’ll see you guys later. -TheDragonsRoost

As it seems like this whole discussion is about something incredibly stupid that involves my writing style and my characters, let me remind you that this is a creative writing story and if you don’t think it’s canon, then think away. I’m not stopping you from thinking otherwise on this matter, but for right now, all you seem to offer is deconstructive in nature and demoralizes me in a bigger negative image. Simply put, if you don’t like what I write then don’t click on my posts. Block me or ignore me, I honestly do not care. I’m tired of people trying to demoralize someone whose been on LotC for ~3 months (much shorter than most of the playerbase) and still takes his time to learn the full scope of the lore in his own eyes. Asking for magic OOC’ly has been done again and again to the point where I’ve accepted the fact that magic has to come naturally than rather forced. Not to mention that I’ve understood how this community works to the extent of my experience on this server. So please, don’t patronize yourself into thinking your better than me just because you’re annoyed. Not everyone is perfect (as was evident in my stream) and believe me, everyone on the server has their own opinions and in my honest opinion, don’t comment on my posts if you dislike me and/or think I’m toxic. It’s both immature and stagnant to keep calling someone toxic. Thank you, -TheDragonsRoost

Dude, again, it was settled with an admin. No need to bring it up as it was brought up with Knox and he specifically told me that it was fine. I even gave him the links to the forum stories and he still said it was okay. But dw, I got plans in store for Karren once I decide he’s worthy to be unshelved.

This was stated by Knox (prior to his depature from admin) that I broke no rules in this situation and I also talked to Toxcat on this matter as well. They said at the time that I can reverse the pk due to Stasis Lock being a “cliffhanger” and so, there were no rules that said I could not reverse the pk due to this. EDIT: You forgot to mention that “Breaking the Stasis” story as well. Very convenient to try and do a -1 rep on a deity lore submission.... And this is also a deity lore submission. Please do not bring up persona pk events when they have already been settled with by admins and other staff members. Thank you.

The forest isn’t always cold. Zarelek’s power doesn’t influence Time at all, so he’d be able to feel the sunrise and the sunlight on his face. Besides, he’d be able to gather wood for another campfire and cook food he will collect from the wildlife. Sorry if that wasn’t clear. No knowledge whatsoever of his existence. Only Zarelek is aware of Karren and he’s been able to keep his presence untraceable. As to how its possible if he isn’t existing yet, the Realm of Oblivion also works as a standalone Realm that doesn’t fully interact with the natural world. He didn’t help Karren, actually. The deal didn’t cement through all the way and therefore, Zarelek had time to reverse his decisions. He did so in this story upon realizing that Karren was a powerhungry man that was still a child. As to how it’d work if he wasn’t real, he couldn’t manipulate his life in any other form that dreams. Once the deity was accepted along with Oblivion Magic, Karren could’ve gotten the magic, but alas, he’d be pk’ed once he attempted to regenerate due to his constant whining for magic. I will definitely add you on discord once I get home. I think you'd be helpful to me a lot instead of hating on me. Karren really isn’t that important. The roleplay I do as him is literally the most toxic I’ve seen out of my whole roleplaying career and I have ways to change it or even end it. I’m just shelving him for now. I’ve never stated either indirectly or directly that Karren knew of Zarelek’s presence. I’d also like to point out that Karren and Zarelek never met person-to-person. Even during the Regeneration, Karren did not recall ever seeing or meeting Zarelek though Zarelek recalled seeing Karren’s soul within the Realm of Oblivion, which is where he would’ve ended up had he not regenerated. I do my best to write YA Fantasy books with godlike characters dealing with even more powerful godlike characters and having to deal with internal struggles as well. Karren’s story is also (again) the most toxic one I’ve ever done and he’s the only one of my characters that is the most toxic.

OOC: This is a canon story to Karren Mrysta, my main elf character, and his personal journey through the world of Atlas. “Delving into the Dark” is meant to be the end of his second chapter and this marks him being shelved for an undetermined amount of time. Chapter Three will begin once I decide to unshelf the character. The premise of this story is to tell Karren’s transitioning into madness for magical power that has begun to take over his mind, consuming him to the point where not even the deity Zarelek would grant him the powers of Oblivion. Karren’s inability to accept who he is and forceful change has begun to make him go mad with lust for power, wanting powerful magics in order to stop the September Prince and yet has made him an outcast. Find out more in “Delving into the Dark” by TheDragonsRoost. ~(+)==(+)~ Karren Myrsta felt like everything was crashing down around him. The feelings he thought he was rid of during the Regeneration have come back in full force, tearing him up in his mind to the point that he began to suffer drastic physical changes. He no longer had beautiful wavy silver hair, instead had ragged and unclean silver hair that seemed to carry a great amount of stress. His eyes no longer had their vibrant emerald green color, but yet were prematurely growing dimmer. His clothes became dirty and unclean, making him look like a rugged homeless person than a proper high elf. In the short and brass terms, he looked like ****. In the growing dimness of his own campfire within the southern portion of the continent of Atlas, he started to reflect upon his choices that he had made that led him to what he was in the present time. Karren reflected upon his choices in the Mother Grove, Dominion of Malin, Haelun’or, and many other places to where he felt he had wronged himself and many others in his pursuit of power. He sighed as he stared into his campfire, which grew dimmer every minute that passed. “It seems that I have done a great many things. Too many things.” He said to himself, leaning over to his bag and pulling out a bundle of papers with a bunch of diagrams and mathematical equations. It seemed to be his research. “All for this. The most useless thing I’ve spent years to complete and I am no further than where I was at four years ago.” Karren looked over his research as he’d undo the twine that bound the papers together, slowly and carefully. He sighed as he poured over the papers and said simply “I wish I never started this. This has caused me too much heartache and has made me something that I could never be. Arelion was right. I’m not worth being taught magic.” He did not need more convincing than what he felt. He soon tossed the papers into the fire and watched as the fire grew a tad brighter as it happily consumed the research that Karren had given it. Karren, however, did not feel any better for tossing the papers into the dimming fire. He just stared into the fire as it produced more heat from consuming the papers, warming himself up from the growing coldness of the night. It would also be Karren’s last campfire for a long time as Karren decided to go into his tent and get some sleep. What Karren did not realize was that this led to him live in that same forest for a long time, hunting and feeding off the natural wildlife for years to come as a sort of self-induced penance for his “crimes” of lusting for power. ~(+)==(+)~ Zarelek watched through his Ethyrian Star of what Karren had done and he was outright annoyed. He had wasted that time on that boy just for him to burn his research to ashes, rendering him unable to learn his magic. Within the Realm of Oblivion, Zarelek nearly made his castle rumble with his anger and annoyance towards the high elf, but he caught himself and restrained his anger and annoyance. “That boy is smarter than I thought, destroying his research.” Zarelek said to himself, his voice echoing throughout the throne room. “But still quite idiotic. This decision has made me decide to best put my efforts elsewhere. Someone that has the same aura, but not wanting power or at least lusting for it like this foolish mortal elf.” Zarelek sighed as he used his powers to curse the high elf to stay within the forest for a time that he would let him free, punishing him for his lust for power and proving to be unworthy to wield the powers of Oblivion. He did not feel the slightest bit of guilt for keeping the boy locked up within the forest, but he was not truly angry with the boy. Once he casted the spell, he introduced a few clauses into the spell that bound him to the forest, and all of them were pretty simple. He only needed to repent from his ways of lusting for power, serve his penance for proving to be unworthy, and spend his whole penance in isolation from civilization. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for the boy to serve out his time within isolation, but then again, even he was not all-powerful or all-knowing. He leaned back into his throne, sighing a bit and saying to himself “Now, who in Atlas shall I distribute my efforts towards? The warring humans? The peaceful halflings of Dunshire, perhaps? No,” he’d say to himself, looking at his Ehtyrian Star once more. He had an idea brewing in his mind for a particular person he saw once. While observing the world of Atlas, he came across a particular mali’ker. He didn’t have the prismatic aura he was looking for, but he had this bright vibrant emerald green aura, almost the same as his own. He didn’t understand much about this mali’ker, but from he knew, this dark elf (mali’ker) was a bastard son of one of the tribes in the Warhawkes. His knowledge of the Warhawkes did not extend thousands of years, but he knew that they emerged within the last few hundred years. He stroked his chin while he thought of what this mali’ker was able to do. During one of his sessions, he spotted this mali’ker while he was talking to his young high elf boy, who seemed to be around thirteen solar rotations old (13 years old) and how he attempted to defend the child from the dark mage that altered the boy’s soul, granting him the power to set things aflame. Zarelek was aware of the spell used on the poor boy and he knew that it would last quite some time, but would forever alter the boy’s soul. This didn’t hinder the boy from learning much magic, but he wouldn’t be able to learn druidic powers even if he wanted to due to the soul being altered. Zarelek clapped his hands one time and rubbed them together, saying with a small amount of glee “This mali’ker is whom I shall oversee. Perhaps even attempt to teach him the magic of Oblivion, but however, I must keep my influence small lest I wish to have the boy notice that he has my attention. This means I cannot make the same mistakes I made with that high elf with this mali’ker boy. Let us see how this boy handles his daily life and its challenges...” This began Zarelek’s own round of testing the boy. Seeing if he will prove adequate enough to be taught the magic of Oblivion. ~(+)==(+)~ OOC: (For the LT) Even if Zarelek isn’t accepted yet, I feel like he is a good character to have in my stories and thus shouldn’t be considered canon to the deity’s story until being accepted. Also, this means that for the time being, Oblivion Magic (and the relevant instant t5) will go to my dark elf character if the magic of Oblivion ends up being accepted alongside with the deity. This isn’t meant to be one of those “oh your just making special magic for your characters to make yourself more powerful” situations, but merely a narrative of Karren’s and Zarelek’s story. (For everyone else) I hope you enjoyed “Delving into the Dark” as there will be more stories to come in the Creative Writing section.

That won’t stop me from what I enjoy doing. The saddest thing that I’m seeing so far is that people are unwilling to accept new lore that aims to provide the players with new and exciting content, even with 7.0 on the way. (Sorry for the short reply, but its 10pm and I just woke up.)

The point of this deity is to allow for adaptability and to help create a fun story arc. Not just for special magic to exist, but again, the whole point is adaptability and for fun roleplay to be created. Besides, I posted that reply before I talked to Quavinir, who was kind enough to tell me that the deity I’ve created is a Greater Deity as Iblees had even feared him enough to curse him with a banishing curse. Now, the deity exists as a being still trapped within his own realm, but now there are more ways to interact with this deity alone and to even gain historical knowledge of ages long since past and even to gain new herbs that can create drinks that can heal or kill the inflicted. Essentially, I’m not just creating a new deity. I’m making a deity and relevant content to go along with the god.

Thats actually one of the main concepts of this deity. He knows that people would abuse his power so he introduces Edictian laws that would prevent Descendants from abusing his gift of Oblivion Magic and other such magics.

Original content of this message has been edited into the original post as part of its extended lore.

Thanks @Farryn for posting this as I enjoyed reading your reply! I hope to provide more submissions like this in the future. @Delmodan I will be adding more information to the Deity, rest assured. It was close to 2am PST when I submitted this so I couldn’t think of more than what you have read. Thank you for letting me know of how you process lore submissions though! I’m honestly not sure, @Narthok on his exact placement within the Divine Pantheon. I just consider him a deity. @Luv Though I do appreciate the sentiment, one of the magics (Shadow Magic) is not my own idea. That honor belongs to @Melkor__ as I had worked on his Shadow Magic project as a writer of his lore for the magic and he cancelled that project as the original deity for it did not seem to fit or couldn’t be used at all. I created this deity to work for Melkor’s Shadow Magic and for my own Oblivion Magic submissions as I hope to submit the magic that I hope gives LotC more flavor and more life to it. As for all other comments, please refrain from giving truly non-constructive criticism as Keefy mentioned in his reply. I’d like to say this in the long run: “If you do not have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” Also, there will be an extension of the present lore as I do not mind expanding more on your curious questions, though that will take some time to fully write out! Thank you @Farryn, @Luv, @Melkor__, and @Delmodan for your lovely replies as well to those who offered good pointers on what to do with my deity lore! -TheDragonsRoost

A note to the Lore Team I have written this deity for the purpose of bringing in new Dark Magic that can help the Ascended or to even to introduce a story arc for the overall story of Lord of the Craft. As we go into LotC 7.0, I think it best that I put my ideas into play and offer up new suggestions to the lore of Lord of the Craft in full expectance that my written lore is left to chance and up to the group of people who moderate the server lore. I've always been inspired to write fantasy since I was a kid and I feel that through LotC, I can expand my writing skills into more than just roleplay lore but apply those skills in writing my books even further. I've also made this deity to be compatible with magics that I hope to be relevant to this deity, including both Oblivion and Shadow magics. I also wrote the Laws of Oblivion and Laws of Shadow as a means to help govern those who would abuse this deity's power in-character and to hopefully avoid pitfalls with these new magics I hope to introduce. I was also very moved by a thread that Tato made about Voidal Magic and that I took some of his pointers on the magic system about the downsides of voidal rp and my aim with this deity and his magic that he will provide to LotC is to help increase the flavor rp in magic roleplay. Believe me, I'm tired of the stale rp that some magic provides. For MisterBones' lovely reply, I was also moved to write this note down. I'm merely trying my hardest to bring my ideas to life on Lord of the Craft, aiming to bring nothing more than revitalization to a roleplay server that I feel can have more in-depth content and storylines that aim to include all manner of people and entertain all ages. No disrespect to the Lore Team members that MisterBones had mentioned in his reply, but all I feel like is to just help out with the server and its lore. Essentially my goal is to just help out and offer fresh ideas to everyone, which I know make people anxious and somewhat toxic towards me, but I'll never stop trying to achieve this goal if it means to help by giving roleplay more flavor and more action to it all. To that end, I say thank you for reading! -TheDragonsRoost

They only helped with the scrying part. Was trying to see if I was okay with the scrying items he had. Dude, calm the eff down, alright? This isn't just for me as I have spent time on this deity trying to come up with something to give the magic meaning without going all anime on it. If you do not like what I post, please block me as I have tried my best to be patient with the playerbase of LotC as they have gotten a negative image of me and I am trying my best to rectify such an image. I also have no magic on any of my characters and some of them I do not wish to have magic on. You commenting about me investing my time elsewhere is downright rude as I can spend my time how I like. Your opinion is your own and it comes down to the LT on this deity whether we like it or not. If you wish to have the opinion that I'm "ruining lore" then that is your own view. I am not going to get banned on the forums or on the server for simply just submitting a lore piece. Also, if you did not fully read it, then why bother commenting? Thank you, Hyena.

Zarelek... Time to wake up... Zarelek had been scrying for hours on the boy with his Ethyrian Star, watching over him from his throne room in his ever-decaying castle within the Realm of Oblivion, a vast realm of nothingness and structures built of the Oblivion Energy that is constantly generated. He had no idea of how long time had passed since time meant very little in the Realm of Oblivion. To the many, it was a hellish plane of existence, meant for those who were too powerful for their own magic and consumed by their own feelings of guilt and bound by shackles forged from their dying ethereal light. Zarelek ruled over this Realm as a god, but he craved something infinitely more precious than this realm of his own. He craved the presence of others. He wished to teach others of his knowledge than rather have people wage war on each other. He was one of the only gods of Dark Magic that did not crave absolute power or the attention of rituals done in his name, but rather to crave the attention of others and teach them of magic that would benefit themselves as well as others. Sadly, he did not believe that his powers of Oblivion or Shadow could be used by those who had the mindset of balance. Calm before the storm. Darkness before light and light before darkness. After a thousand years of being bound to the Realm of Oblivion and feeling the power of Oblivion Magic course through his veins, he felt like his unending stasis of decay had not let up since he left the mortal world when the denizens of Atlas had left the continent to all of the other continents. This did not mean he didn't keep a close eye on the people he sought to teach his powerful yet ferocious magic to. Using his knowledge of Shadow Magic, he created the first Shadows which were his eyes in the mortal realm. Unseen and virtually undetected, these Shadows were able to take root everywhere, even in places that Descendants would consider too dangerous to sustain life. They were not creatures of undead origins, but only Zarelek understood what the Shadows were made of. The Shadows were also immortal or gave the semblance of immortality as they could not be seen by mortal eyes. He was, in the literal sense, old and decrepit with nothing to live for. He did not have any children of his own before or after his confinement, yet he also wished to give his power meaning. Zarelek observed the many people of Atlas, searching for those he considered worthy of his knowledge of the Dark Arts. These people, he believed, possessed an aura unlike any other. Prismatic color with near-infinite potential for any magic and when he found one, he kept an eye on that person to see how they use their potential. However, this aura was exceedingly rare to find in all of Atlas. Zarelek spent countless years searching for someone with the perfect aura to teach his magic to, utilizing his network of Shadows to spy on the many people as they went about their daily lives. This changed when he observed a high elven man doing some kind of calcuations, seeking knowledge to crack the calculations and access power beyond the Voidal, Deity, and Dark magics. Zarelek noticed his aura shining with a prismatic aura and he had a charming nature to him, which made Zarelek think that he could divert the high elf's calcuations to his own benefit. It took many years in the mortal realm for Zarelek to make up his mind and decide he would offer up the man a deal to which he would benefit greatly while also giving the man what he wished. More or less. Upon his final decision, Zarelek sent a Shadow to suppress the high elf's magical potential and granting the boy irrevocable denial to nearly all magic, save for those that Zarelek would teach him. He found himself a student, but the man would not know it until his calcuations were complete that he had been noticed by a dark deity of magic unseen in millennia... ~(+)==(+)~ Deity Information Name: Zarelek, the Empty Lord Age: Unknown Race: Divine Entity Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (1000 years ago; Artwork not by me) (Present time; Artwork not by me) ~(+)==(+)~ Abilities Zarelek has many abilities due to his masterful skills in Oblivion and Shadow Magics including changing one's identity, hiding in plain sight, and enhancing one's own spellwork. He teaches such knowledge to the most elite of his students or disciples and even teaches his most powerful students to become creatures that constantly draw upon the powers of Oblivion itself to fuel their magic and their very existence. Such creatures are not Shadows, but they represent the caster in the most darkest of lights and can even hear Zarelek speaking to them directly as if he was right next to them. He has the power to possess one of his disciples at a time to help augment their magic in their time of greatest need, which is helpful against foes that are too powerful for the caster alone to handle. However, he does not possess the power to possess those attuned to other magics other than the magics he himself possesses. Zarelek has deep respect for those who practice magic of nature itself and does not interfere with matters of the druidic or shamanistic type, though he allows all races and all genders to be taught his magic, but however he possesses the ability to corrupt soul trees with his powers of Oblivion Magic and even destroy them if he so wished. Not all of his abilities are known to all people, even those he teaches his magic to. [EDIT: In the Extended Lore, the redlines for the deity abilities are listed.] ~(+)==(+)~ The Laws of Oblivion Completely aware of the advantages that his magic would produce for those who learn his magic, Zarelek wrote down an Edict of Oblivion that all those who learn or wish to learn Oblivion Magic will adhere to lest they risk to lose Zarelek's favor and risk losing their connection to him and succumb to the wild power of Oblivion Magic, dying from the damage it would cause. (OOC: These laws apply to the Oblivion Magic submission that I will write if this deity is accepted. These laws will be enforced by the Magic Lore team or the Lore Team in general and anyone caught breaking these rules can lose their magic after 1 OOC week. They can avoid this by adhering to the rules for 1 OOC week and they may regain their power.) Thou shall not kill innocents with the use of Oblivion Magic. Keep thy word of honor. Do not perform rituals in Zarelek's name. Do not reveal your brethren to those of authorative power. Thou shall keep eternal silence of the Shadow Network save to share information with Shadow Mages or fellow Oblivion Mages. Do not reveal thyself to those who are not worthy. Thou shall not practice other Dark Magic while wielding the powers of Oblivion, save for Shadow Magic. Thy shall not adhere to the usage of Deity Magic of the holy kind, save for Druidism or Shamanism. Oblivion Magic shall not be abused to grant one true immortality from death. Thou shall be able to learn Voidal Magics, but thou are not allowed to use Oblivion Magic to enhance thy spellwork. ~(+)==(+)~ The Laws of Shadow Aware of how dangerous and intoxicating Shadow Magic is to those not used to such power, Zarelek wrote up another Edict, one of Shadow, so that those who wish to learn Shadow Magic or learn Shadow Magic must adhere to lest they wish to lose their ability to deceive and conceal. Being incredibly wise, Zarelek hates those who abuse such power and if they broke his rules, they would lose his favor and risk losing their powers forever and letting themselves succumb to their own deceits which would become known to all who were influenced by the mage. (OOC: These laws apply to the Shadow Magic submission that Melkor will submit if this deity is accepted. These laws will also be enforced by the Lore Team and anyone caught breaking these rules can lose their magic by the end of 1 OOC week. They can avoid this punishment if they adhere to the rules of this deity for 1 OOC week and they may regain their power. However, all deceits or acts of betrayal that the mage created in roleplay will degrade over time and all those who felt the mage's power will start to see the trickery that the mage in question had done if they lose their power completely. This can be avoided if the mage has regained their power by adhering to the rules.) [EDIT: These rules are null and void due to the first amendment within the Extended Lore. This was done as a request from Melkor.] Thou shall not kill Oblivion Mages. Do not betray your fellow Shadow Mages or Oblivion Mages. Thou may perform rituals in Zarelek's name. Do not break thy word of honor to those who wield Oblivion Magic or Shadow Magic. Thou shall keep eternal silence of the Shadow Network save to share information with Oblivion Mages or Shadow Mages. Thou shall not reveal their magic to those unworthy. Thy cannot practice other Dark Magics save for Oblivion Magic. Thou shall adhere to not using Deity Magic of the holy kind save for Druidism or Shamanism. Shadow Magic cannot grant thyself true immortality from death. Thyself shall be able to learn Voidal Magics, but thou is not allowed to use Shadow Magic to enhance thy spellwork. ~(+)==(+)~ Extended Lore Below ~(+)==(+)~ Zarelek sighed within his Realm of Oblivion, wondering on how everything turned out this way. Being bound to this unyielding, ever-decaying, black nothingness that Zarelek had the unfortunate luck of being bound to. Over a thousand years ago, he had been able to interact with the mortal races freely and without consequence, allowing him the chance to meet and possibly even be friends with the mortals who lived out their lives daily. He had been able to sate his craving for attention that long ago, but then something happened that forced him into exile into this realm that was created to specifically bind all who abused their power due to their overwhelming feelings of guilt and sorrow. Zarelek did not know who or what created this Realm as they remained hidden from his Ethyrian Star when he last tried it. He believed that this was his punishment for what happened a long time ago. During the War of Gods. ~(+)==(+)~ The war lasted eons. Between the forces of the Daemons that Iblees led against the Aenguls that the Creator had lead into battle, Zarelek was not on either side, choosing to remain neutral. Before he had begun his penace within the Realm of Oblivion, he lived in peace within the town of Dunshire. He loved being around the little halflings who enjoyed their relative peace from the War of Gods that raged on outside of the city’s gates and even enjoyed being in their festivals and silly games. Being a god himself, he did not have the ability to truly be a part of the mortal realm and had even considered giving up his godhood to enjoy a mortal life with the halflings he enjoyed being with so much. Though this was not to be towards the end of the War of Gods. Zarelek had been found by the Daemonic forces of Iblees. They desperately wanted his help in defeating the Aengulic forces of the Creator as they heard of his power over the forces of Oblivion, his natural magic. Shades, necromancers, wraiths, and all manner of dark creature came into the city in waves, killing all who stood in their way of Zarelek. Naturally, the halflings banded together in an attempt to hold back the forces of Iblees and giving Zarelek time to flee, but their attempt was short lived. The halflings screamed out in pain as women, men and children were slaughtered by the forces of Iblees and their desperate need for Zarelek’s help in the war effort. However, a select group of halflings survived. The surviving halflings did not know how or why that they had survived, but Zarelek did know. He saved them from the massacre of the daemon forces who were after him and his powers of Oblivion Magic and this infuriated Zarelek to the point where he broke his promise of neutrality in the war and sided only with himself, using his powers of Oblivion to drive back the daemons from Dunshire and even corrupt their souls to the point where Iblees could not even revive them from the blackened pit of Hell. “You wanted me and you got me. You got me pissed!” Zarelek screamed out as he pulled out his wand made of elderwood with a core of a stem of an unknown plant. He ignited his wand, which glew a dark purple as his eyes glew purple as well, signaling that he was channeling his powers in spellwork that the daemon forces were not at all prepared to fight against. He began to speak in a deep guttural tone of authority as if he was embodying the power of Oblivion itself within him. “You wanted my help and you slaughtered innocents this day! I’ll never join Iblees or the Creator’s forces in this war! Die, you pieces of Dark filth!” Within the town of Dunshire, Zarelek had begun to use his powers in the most deadly way possible against the forces of Iblees. He was going to make sure that they never existed from that point onward, even if it meant he’d pay for it later on. He began to cast spell after spell towards the forces of Iblees to the extent that he would run out of magical energy at times and wait some time to regain his power. During these instances of low power, the forces of Iblees would come back and tear apart Dunshire in the feeble attempt to collect Zarelek for Iblees. This happened for a few years until they forced his hand and captured a halfling, one of the very distant ancestors of the Applefoot clan whose name was lost to Time and who was vital for their formation. Zarelek heard of this and went to rescue the halfling, leaving the town defenseless against any other attack. This would prove to be the nail in the coffin for Zarelek because once he arrived at Iblees’ camp, he was tricked. There was no halfling to rescue, but a mere illusion by one of Iblees’ own in a gamble to see if Zarelek would come running to them. The gamble worked in their favor and Zarelek came running to a trap that Iblees himself organized. Before anything else happened, Zarelek felt himself become energized with Oblivion Energy. Even for a god, he felt someone watching his every move and before too long, he knew what he had to do. Zarelek was bound by one of Iblees’ generals and forced to his feet to face judgement by Iblees himself. Apparently, Zarelek had killed one of Iblees’ favorite generals and one that was vital to Iblees’ campaign against the Aenguls of the Creator, which meant that the War was soon to end. Zarelek smiled once he knew what he did against Iblees to force him to resort to mere trickery. “Master Iblees, we have the Oblivion Mage.” one of Iblees’ commanders said as they entered into the room where Iblees was standing in. To Zarelek, he’d suspect the fallen Aengul to be grossly daemonic, but for Zarelek, he was impressed slightly with the sight of the Aengul in front of him. He didn’t look heavenly like the Creator’s own Aenguls, but he did know of Iblees’ heavenly origin before his fall from grace. In fact, all the lesser known deities knew of the Fall, but Zarelek was there to witness it. Another story for another time. “Bring him in,” Zarelek heard Iblees say to his commander, who then had him thrown into the room. Zarelek was attuned to the forces of Oblivion, but he could tell the murderous psychopathic aengul he now faced. The Father of all Shades, Iblees himself, was close to Zarelek himself and if Zarelek could forcibly regenerate himself, the blast of Oblivion Magic would be enough to brutally injure the fallen Aengul and his forces so that he can make his escape. However, Iblees seemed to have other plans for Zarelek. “You killed my general, Zarelek the Wise,” Iblees said to Zarelek, sounding utterly pissed. Zarelek smiled even if he was not injured himself. “Your people killed innocents. Seemed only fair that I slay your generals as well as demolish your forces as retribution.” Zarelek replied, seemingly happy that he caused Iblees pain. “What’s stopping me from taking out the big bad Iblees himself for the Creator? I could easily use my magic to tear your camp apart, leaving you all dead.” “You cannot kill me, mage. You bluff on how powerful your magic truly is when all it is good for is what Voidal powers can do. Stale and unoriginal.” Iblees said, grabbing Zarelek’s throat and choking him out. “You aren’t a god but a mere toy of Fate. Of your own power.” This forced Zarelek to play his hand too early. Zarelek, though bound, made the rope that bound him decay at over a thousand years a second and forced himself to regenerate by Oblivion Magic. Now, Zarelek knew the consequences of regenerating forcefully as it could make his state of decay worsen over time as well as not be as effective as it would be if Zarelek was dying himself, but he had no choice. He began to glow a violent purple with the various enchantments to protect himself from the Reaper and before Iblees could stop him, he exploded like a supernova, emitting purple light that seemed to attract the attention of the wizard and the Aengul forces. Zarelek screamed out in pure agony as he regenerated and forcing a lot of brutal injuries onto Iblees and his nearby squadrons, thereby weakening them a bit to give the Aenguls a true fighting chance. Iblees, however, knew only one spell that could save his army from the magic that Zarelek had power over. The banishing spell. Iblees, in the middle of Zarelek’s regeneration, casted the banishing curse upon Zarelek to happen within the year of Iblees’ defeat by the hands of the wizard and the aengul forces. When the spell was casted, Zarelek’s regeneration was finished and Zarelek laid unconscious, having to wait for the day he’d awaken... ~(+)==(+)~ Zarelek woke up a few days later, back in the town of Dunshire. He had a splitting headache and felt like he was extremely woozy after the forceful regeneration he had suffered. He began to get up when the wizard came in with two archaenguls behind him. “Seems like I have the pleasure of meeting Zarelek himself,” the wizard said as he noticed Zarelek sitting up in what appeared to be a Dunshire medical room. “Regeneration by Oblivion Magic. Nasty form of resurrection.” “Yeah, it is. Dangerous if you’re not already dying.” Zarelek replied to the wizard. The wizard smiled a little before he spoke up, sounding sad. “Well, it seems that Iblees has cursed you, Zarelek. He put a banishing curse upon you, but I have enough power to shorten it to at least a few millennia if you want.” Zarelek thought about it for a moment and he nodded to the wizard, who worked his magic to shorten the banishing curse by a few millennia. After a few moments, Zarelek felt at ease with the wizard and said simply “Thank you.” After that, Zarelek faded away from the mortal realm, his banishing curse taking hold. A few millennia later, he worked out a way to give himself some time in the mortal realm before the curse took hold once more, the chains of Oblivion dragging him back into the desolate wasteland of nothingness where all Oblivion Energy is generated. Well, you know the rest... ~(+)==(+)~ Redlines Zarelek may have powerful magic at his disposal, but even he is not all-powerful. This deity has weaknesses as well that any Holy Mage can do as well as a Voidal Mage of a high enough caliber. These same weaknesses translate to his followers of Shadow and Oblivion, which makes them susceptible to these kinds of magical power. However, Oblivion Mages do not have the same curse that Zarelek himself has, being dragged into Oblivion itself. (OOC: I will provide the redlines for this deity and Oblivion Magic whereas Melkor will provide the redlines for Shadow Magic) ~(+)==(+)~ Amendments Now, the original lore of Zarelek was left with some holes in it, which was made to allow for adaptability. In this part of the extended lore, I will write some amendments to the deity Zarelek that were left unanswered or need to be fixed. Zarelek’s Laws of Shadow are null and void. These tenets were made in place ahead of the full written Shadow Magic lore that Melkor has yet to write and has requested me to remove these tenets so that he can work with the freedom it provides. I will, however, write up another set of tenets with Melkor’s input for this deity. Shadows (Zarelek’s feeble attempt at creating life) are Oblivion-enhanced creatures that feed off the infinite Oblivion Energy that his Realm provides. These creatures are animals that have been heavily affected by the presence of the Rifts and have grown to obey Zarelek and any of those who are bound to his power. In the extended lore, I have made mention of Rifts. Rifts are small tears in the mortal realm that delve into the inhospitable Realm of Oblivion and only allow objects, Shadows, or those imbued with Oblivion Magic to enter. All other people are excluded. They also affect the environment and offer new herbs and plants that can either kill or heal people. Oblivion Magic is both a Creative and Destructive magic. I was talking to Quavinir in voice chat when he asked me about Oblivion Magic and what it is, which made me a little annoyed. However, the criticism was received and I’ll point out what it can do. Oblivion Magic can be used to heal those inflicted with soul damage, physical injury, and mental injury while it can also be used to take away someone’s life completely or even give them a true death. However, this only applies to kinetic Oblivion Energy. Raw, untapped, potential Oblivion Energy can outright kill anyone that is not protected from the magic, making the Realm of Oblivion an instant death (PK kind). The Realm of Oblivion is desolate with very little true life to exist. The energy that the Realm provides can make any Oblivion Mage truly godlike, but the only true god is Zarelek the Empty Lord within the Realm of Oblivion. Of course, it can be a place to visit if you have the powerful Oblivion enchantments and a Rift to access it. If you do not have protection, you will have to PK your character upon entering. These enchantments last indefinitely while within the Realm of Oblivion and starvation is not possible or thirst. This does not protect you against any injury you may sustain. While within the Realm of Oblivion, there are some kind of herb that is exceedingly rare to find. This herb has magical properties of healing (crushed) or killing (not crushed) the person who takes it in. This herb can only be applied into drinks and represent the alchemical symbol for Earth. It is called the Herb of Oblivion. -Redline: This herb can only be found in the Realm of Oblivion and is a lore item. Can only be acquired with a trowel and cleansed by water blessed with holy magic or druidism. Telepathic communication between Shadows and Zarelek exist as a unique form of Possession where the Shadows are an external form of Zarelek, allowing for Zarelek to receive near-instant communication from his Shadow network, even across the dimensions. This connection cannot be severed, even with his “death.” Regeneration for an Oblivion Mage is exceedingly difficult to perform, even if they are near-death. It can be forced by the caster themselves to regenerate themselves, but no one can force a regeneration to occur onto another Oblivion Mage save for Zarelek himself. It allows for a loophole in the death rules as they can regenerate on the spot of their deaths before going to the nearest Horcrux without losing thirty minutes of their memory. Redline: Regeneration is a Tier 5 ability due to how it loops around the death rules. It also takes one Horcrux per Regeneration and cannot refund that Horcrux. Maximum of Regenerations is ten. Horcruxes (yes like from Harry Potter) are inanimate or animate objects that have a piece of the Mage’s soul within them. These objects can be anything, save for Oblivion-enhanced or Oblivion-enchanted items. However, these items are exceedingly dangerous and nearly indestructible. Redline: Only ten horcruxes can be made at a time. If a Horcrux is destroyed by magical means (Voidal Fire, etc.), that piece is refunded to the caster to make another Horcrux. However, if the user attempts to Regenerate, the nearest Horcrux is used up and cannot refund the soul piece. Any magic user of this deity is prone to sickness by digesting Gold or being burned by Tier five voidal fire. No Holy Magic can cleanse the user of the magic of Oblivion or any magic that this deity is tied to. This includes Ascended and other such Holy Magics. Monk Magic has no effect on those who are tied to this deity. Zarelek has a deep affinity to teaching those he considers worthy of being taught Oblivion Magic. This excludes Shades, Necromancers, Frost Witches, and Mystics. He allows some Holy Magic users like Clerics and Paladins to be taught, but it would take longer for them to learn the magic. Voidal Magic users are also allowed to be taught magic tied to this deity. No one knows why he has such an affinity. ~(+)==(+)~ Rifts Rifts are cracks in the fabric of Reality where magic from the Realm of Oblivion seeps through and infects the area around it with Oblivion Energy. These Rifts affect the area surrounding it by killing off the natural flora around it and infect the animals around it with Oblivion Poisoning, a gruesome plague that can only be cured with Oblivion Magic (Tier 3) or with a cleansing ritual by a Holy Mage (Tier 5). These Rifts cannot be closed by any magic other than Oblivion Magic (Tier 4) and they allow travel between the Mortal Realms to the Realm of Oblivion and back again. ~(+)==(+)~ Credits Original Author: TheDragonsRoost Contributors: Melkor__, Farryn, Quavinir, FlamboyantRage (Clarification on Scrying tools), Fitermon (Ethyrian Star), Farryn

Karren Myrsta had lived a peaceful life within the town of Caras Eldar before he ultimately left the Dominion of Malin and ventured to the most southern regions, avoiding raiders and bandits along the road to a small human colony called Austrasia. He arrived to Austrasia, starving to death, when his friend Nenar came through the gates and gave him pieces of bread for him to feed upon and gain his strength back. He had a charismatic charm to his kind soul as if his soul burned with an intensity that allowed him access to a very special kind of magic that not everyone understands. This kind of magic cannot be taught by anyone or found in a musty old tome full of ancient diagrams and written words of those long past gone, but yet all the people know of it. It allows access to the greatest ideas and allows for innovators of both scientifical and magical origins to create things that no one has ever seen before. To allow for the greatest of heroes to be forged in the coming days of Atlas and even make things come from the parchment to life. From the smallest halfling to the biggest orc, this magic flows through all people of any origin or culture, unbound by the restrictions of magic and burns within the person's soul without being quenched by the darkness of Dark Magic or being amplified by those of Holy origin. This magic allows for new beginnings, creation of eras in both magical and scientific progression, and can even unify a people determined to live together in harmony. He never allowed himself to be down when it mattered. Karren had a special kind of heart that meant he could move the stars themselves in order to save his friends. He felt that power surge within him, even as he tried so hard to obtain magic to only never gain magic. As a young child, Karren was endlessly fascinated by the prospects of innovation and utilizing magical energy to help others than just himself. No matter how hard he tried to gain magic of any kind whether it be Shade, Voidal Evocation, or even Druidism, he never truly wanted that magic for himself. He never craved power just for the sake of power, but he craved power to help others. He didn't wish to cause others harm or let harm befall those he believed or knew were innocent. He wanted to be a role model for the children and to give them that sense of wonder he himself carries. He wanted to push beyond the cultural differences of the magical types and let his own self feel the magic that burned within his soul be his guide to being someone that he knew he could be. Now, he still hopes to achieve that goal. Even though he is now sixty-one years old, Karren still believes in the magic of Hope. [OOC] This is meant to be a creative writing story that is canon to my character's personal story, but not known in-character. Please do not metagame any of this information.

(Why do you think its in "Creative Writing"?)

~(+)=(+)~ The mysterious figure summoned his wand from his cloak, a rigid looking wand with some kind of wooden material not commonly found anywhere in Atlas. It seemed to be stained with some kind of blackness that seemed to spread the power of its wielder whenever it casted its deadly payload. He seemed to smile quite greatly as he felt his presence in the Unseen Realm be known by the many other gods and goddesses as if he felt the curious eyes about him, ever wondering what he was truly. This did not deter him from using his powers to hide himself even further from the gods and goddesses of Atlas by masking his presence with a unknown magic, at least it would be unknown for now. His eyes began to glow a vibrant purple glow as they turned completely black, indicating that he has begun to cast his spell. The spell that would hide his presence and his powers from the divine entities so that he may leave the Cloud Temple grounds without being noticed by either mortal or divine. He spoke a language that could not be discerned by mortals or by the divine as if it was only familiar to him and no other. The Language of Oblivion. This language allowed him to cast his spell to shield his presence from the mortal and divine eyes as he seemed to have plans for the young High Elf who was so desperate to gain magical power that he sought an opportunity he could not pass up to bring his magic to the world of Atlas. However, this spell would not shield his presence completely. Some manner of creatures or magic users connected to the High Elf's timeline would be able to feel a deep emptiness close to the boy as if the space was occupied by an unseen force. Though no one would be able to see or understand anything, only some wizards of the highest caliber in the field of Holy and Dark Magics who draw close to the boy would seem to hear strange whispers that could not be heard by any other. Voices of those who wish to break free of their chains that bind them. However, any deity that drew close to the boy would hear only one thing crystal clear... "The Empty Lord is coming..." ~(+)=(+)~

Sometimes you just don't understand. Sometimes you want to understand something that cannot make sense. This is what happened to Karren Myrsta one night while doing the calculations for the magic he was desperately trying to crack. His soul yearned for the powers of Magic, which seemed to repel all the divine attention from him, keeping their gifts far from Karren and lending him no aid to the unruly calculations. It seemed all hope for Karren doing these calculations would be dashed... ...Had it not been for one very odd dream he had some time ago. ~(+)=(+)~ He slept normally as he did in the small southern city of Austrasia, laying in his own bed within a small tent of his own making. He was exhausted of the day's events and slept hard and then it became odd from the start. He dreamed he was floating in a pit of nothingness, no light or sound. He couldn't see much or less feel. Well, thats would turn out to be a lie once he started to feel something put its eye on him as if it dragged him into this pit of nothingness. "You wish to make a deal?" Karren would hear in his mind. It sounded male, raspy or rough Karren could not discern. The voice seemed to be quite serious. Karren thought about it and before he could speak, he heard the voice in his head again. "So you wish for knowledge to crack your mathematics on your magic. I can offer that knowledge, but this comes with a cost you will pay for in the future." "What cost?" Karren quickly thought. "You shall find out. In time." The voice said and before too long, Karren woke up with a beautiful sight of the sun rising. ~(+)=(+)~ The mysterious voice stirred up a physical form in Atlas. He, of course, would not be visible to the Descendants or to the creatures yet as he longed for the boy to finish his calculations to which he helped seal the deal in his dreamscape. He offered the boy the knowledge he desperately required, but he had no idea that he had signed away something that he'd come to find out in the future which made the man smile a little. His physical form was always something he preferred the most to look like though he had no real physical form to speak of. The future of the research he had plans for, the man thought, would be destroyed once he completed it with the knowledge he provided him. At least thats what he planned for in reality. "He has no idea that he is beginning a whole new era of magic. Of Dark Magic." the man smiled as his vocal chords were fully formed once more, walking away from Cloud Temple with an aura of a chilling coldness that rivaled even that of Death itself....