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  1. MC Name: Gored

    Character's Name: Varan Atmorice

    Character's Age: 234

     

    Character's Race:

    Mali'Fenn

     

    Link to your accepted MA:

    https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/189401-seer-featmagored/

     

    What magic(s) will you be teaching?

    Seer - Magic

     

    Summarise the Lore of this magic(s):

    Seers are people blessed by the unknown Deity Vaseek when they are desperate to regain their sight – he answers their prayers. The magic is mainly based around vision and how over time through dedication it increases above the usual restraints of a normal person. All the spells are done with the help of an unknown entity known as a Witness which relays all the information directly to the Seer.

    The magic comes bit by bit in stages starting with a Feat – the feat just grants back the Seer their sight though they aren’t to be public about it, this spell is known as second sight and it is actually worse then the usual sight. When the sight is translated through the witness the sight isn’t a perfect translation, it comes with occasional downsides like floaters and hallucinations.

    Once the first slot has been dedicated it comes with a plethora of spells that slowly begin to help the Seer and improve their sight along with lots more tools to make them useful. These continue to increase as more slots are dedicated to the magic with the help of the teacher. Again these mostly help with sight apart from two spells which can be used in combat though they are far from effective. Once they have dedicated the third and final slot they must use a certain spell and complete a ritual before being able to use the end spells and eventually bless others with the magic which is usually done through the use of an item called a Pupil. With each slot given more is taken away from the seer which usually manifests itself through anxieties. 

     

    Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

    No

     

    Do you agree to keep the ST updated on the status of your magic app?:

    Yes

     

    Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.

    No

  2. The Atmorice dwells within the decrepit halls of his prison. The walls that he had chosen; Those that had peered onto him in reckless abandon yet he saw nothing. He chose to see nothing, to forever be blind onto Truth. His cause was divine and righteous. No will greater than his own. He was chosen for greater things, not those who sought truth. Varan was reborn; Shaped in the image of Vaseek, perfection made manifest. In his waking second, he sought only truth. His truth. With his eyes, secrecy taught with each passing lesson.

     

    To know more; He forever craved. Chained in the sight that he had before, until it was taken. Gone.

     

    His room was cluttered, empty and ridden in dismay. No preparation made, the man was forever blind to the quarrels about him. The bloodied holes that bore into his scalp, the blue cloth wrapped around his torn and weathered visage.

     

    No truth but his own.

     

    No GOD but his own.

     

    Nothing except for their own; Outlast everything until only his eyes finally opened.

     

    He’d stumble upon the floor, an unceremonious action cradling his once-proud form; The jagged teeth dancing upon his own. Form shivering in guilt, the mentality of betrayal upon him. A life was forever ruined due to his ambition, yet he cared not. The advancement of his own path, the benefit of his sight. He lived as his eyes. A brief prayer was offered, his mind soon opened up; The euphoria of the unknown granted to the ‘Fenn. Finally, he could see the truth. His truth.

     

    Varan’s sight is soon granted birth, one peering to view of a truth; One that he was previously blind to. A euporhia of emotion, a vision that he had not seen before.

     

    Purple hues contrasted with long ribbons of the finest silk, long and jagged stones. Forlorn and broken danced about the aimless air. A bewitching light, one arisen of pure wanting. The ethereal sight before him, made in pure sight. It was unreal, fantastical. Impossible images of the new, old and present. Confusing shreds of colours arisen and curling upon him in pure ecstasy. The ‘Fenn’s lips melted onto one another, no sound nor noises heard from him.

     

    Alas it began to melt, to mould. The ethereal sight soon becomes real, far beyond the false fallacy of before. It was unimagaine, no words granted to describe what lay before yet the Seer stood in place. Perhaps kneeling, he did not know. The dreaded visage, the torn features and the monster that stood. It captivated him, drew him onto obsession. In the dreaded hands existed an item; A ring, yet haunting whispers clanged upon it. A signet ring, the curling serpent upon it before it’d devour itself. An Ouroboros. 

     

    He held out to it, grasping it in reverence. It was cold, venomous and wrong. The viewscapes soon melt, the ethereal sight turned onto black once more. Nothing existed for the ‘Fenn, not the people or the company that left him. Merely the dark clutters of before, existing forever.

    (OOC: This is a post to show that the Ritual of Bestowment from Seer lore has been completed) 

     

  3. Varan would receive the letter alongside his sister Alenia. After being read what the contents said he would turn to her a brow raising. ”I think its time we return... What do you say?” The ‘Fenn questions, his arms folding over his chest – him falling into deep thought

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