Buhru

[!] From the reccesses of the mind, a mere passenger, The Unseen stared into the distance ". . ." wordless for many of those passing moments. It was adorned with but the smallest of manic smiles, even while an amalgam of alien voices emanated from its stagnant expression and unparting lips, speaking in unison, "From this game . . chess- The mortals call it, I have learned many principles. Among the first I came to know well is, a piece captured is never quite truly a piece forevermore removed from the game." Thus, at its utterance the incantation began. The partition between realms, if only for a moment, was hewn in twine. A rift briefly unsewn in the space betwixt lapsing folds.

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fire idea. in a way, i see it as bolstering the need for them to actually go out and curse unborn children, they cant have their own.

when did u realize ur pole was fuh the fashion fn

-1 use a warhammer and javelin

~Deep beneath the tundra claimed cliffs of the north, past crumbling idols and false walls, Réma Salazar descended alone, awash with a desire to attain but a glimpse of truths clandestine~ It could have once been said that the scholar's drive, and all that he attained in its name had been clothed in the fine silk of noble intent; But in the end, only pride remained. He was now but a man freshly deprived of both sight and the potential he once boasted without yield. In vain, he stayed that path of lack and longing- since set along the trek to insanity by the meddlings of extraplanar beings, now far too privy to that which lurks beyond the veil to turn a blind eye. If he could but stare into the keyhole once more, he could at least feel that which he could not perceive from sundered eyes. "If only for but a moment, I must see the truth. It is why I've journeyed so far." It was thence, in the midst of that night that the mad ritualist bolstered by his snortings of crisquart dust thence endeavored that rite, remembered still by his very fibers, though, surely he must have known that above all else, he could not breach the veil between worlds alone even as he might so claim, yet, the thirst for such a sight, despite what he lacked would not allow him respite. The pull of an aurum dagger across an open palm came subsequent, oscillating the ichor in the center of a cupped palm as it seeped. Tirelessly had he shaped that intricate lattice of runes along the altar's surface, each of them jotted equally irrelevant and disordered as he brought the ritual to near completion. In cadence with a loosing of a hand, the dagger clattered to the flooring as he dropped to a knee, claimed by his pursuit of vainglory. There came but a subsequent pressing of the wound to the stone, and the ritual ignited - first in searing crimson, then in a darkness far deeper than the night around him. lured to the the hollow sanctum of his mind’s eye, Réma too now saw. What met him there, he could never name- nor had his mouth dared to shape the words necessary in his recalling of the memory and it was likely he never would. Awoken from a vision that lasted something akin to an eternity within, he was awash with a nagging determination to claw beneath his lids. Thence, with but a final tug, he pulled from within his skull a pair of bloodshot oculi, lathered now in a scarlet red, having merely dared to match the stare of that being from but a now fragmented memory. “Many are the truth's unsacred i've dared to uncover in this lifetime, and first among them to be burned into mind since laying feet upon this wretched land, is he who glimpses the clandestine is, risks never again being without that sight.”

MC Name: Buhru RP Name: Rema Salazar Age: 30 Area of interest (bounties, expeditions etc): Bounties, expeditions, Hunts Skill level (novice hunter, learned geologist etc): Experienced Hunter

Name: Rëma Salazar Nationality: Hyspian What magics or combative feats do you possess? (List all): Several Evocations. Please list up to two weapons you will be using (ST-signed weapons are allowed!): Lance, Crossbow IGN: Buhru Discord: Buhru

As it was explained to me, Aurum is supposed to be the caveat to undeath, or staining of the soul. Having just another metal and or effect in the long list that is for some reason super effective against undead is unnecessary (considering bludgeons are just as effective. Hard to not see this as one of many unrelated attempts at 'how can i make this better in crp'. In favor of not only criticizing but praising where necessary as well, I think it does a good job of revamping the use of rokodra, just don't be greedy!

First there was a mocking guffaw from the likes of a warlord. "Dem wicked but mi wicked pass dem- wi ah go show dem soon." spoke he to the accused, wielding a crude mimicry of the common tongue.

So too came mocking laughter at the missive in cadence with the widening of a fleshless, toothful maw - wrought from a being that had long since made Balian his stomping ground. Perhaps he had been alleviated of his insanity, but he the ebon Paramount spoke all the same in that orotund voice. Soon, he began balling up the missive as he aimed to land the balled parchment within an adjacent bonfire "Dem nuh know say di score is 10-1, we up on yuh Bomboklaat"

[!] There was but mocking laughter from The Warlord