Xx_BloodStalk_xX

And the Seven aligned, like a long snake of fate, bound to slither.

10 hours ago, Royal Peasant said:

Among us

The Great Sage perks up from the lower-levels of his ancient shrine as the bell is rung, peeking out to see a large shadowy figure leaving the altar. He'd quickly scramble to his offering box, letting out a monkey-like scree as he held up a wrapped Krugmas gift. "Haha! A gift fer me, it is!" He said, hugging it close to his chest. "Mus' be 'cause t'is one was such a good spirit t'is year!" The monkey's hands moved in a blur, sending tear after tear of the parchment behind him, revealing a multicolored box with a jagged lever. "Huh?" Tilting his head. "Anot'er box, it was." He said to himself as he shook the strange contraption close to his ear. Whilst he did this, a small tag plucked out from the bottom. Reading it, it said;

TO CHIMP, FROM OWL. TURN FOR A SURPRISE!!

"A surprise?!" He beamed, those glowing eyes flickering. It seems that 'chimp' had forgotten the identity of his avian enemy. Quickly beginning to wind the crank in a circular motion, a light tune grew out from the box, and the monkey hummed along to it. The box's panels quickly opened, and the simian spirit glanced into its dark hole before being met with the flat knuckles of a boxing glove - pushed into his rubbery skull with a large spring. The monkey dropped the box onto the ground, his head comically misshapen and sunken inward with the imprint of the glove bending his face. It took him a few moments to process what had went wrong, out of denial or something else, and it slowly let out a murmur;

".. Bah Humkrug." 

MC Name: Xx_BloodStalk_xX

Discord: bldstlk#6616

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Description of Image: Faded cave painting on vanilla stone texture block

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A CALL TO ANSWER

TO MONARCHS, LORDS, AND THE LIKE,

Take heed, for I have awoken in the husk of a Dark Lord. The grey skies over my lands have cleared, and my mind followed. Yet my agenda is not to spread fear and sorrow as my predecessor once did. Following the trials of my nameday I have been studying you. Your people, your customs, and your history. I aim to leave my land and enter a pilgrimage about the continent. To how I intend to do this be not your concern, save to my end. A prophecy has dawned upon my clan, and in this prognostication I foresaw five figures amidst devastated lands. Four followed the One, and in their wake came light. Hope, in the form of what you would call heroes. It is a tale passed down through the generations until it had found me, the fifth. I come to find these four, so I beseech you; should you answer the call, garner to me your most capable warriors so that I may edify your champions. Be they orc or man, dwarf or elf, I mind not. I would teach them my ancient arts of my clan, and guide them to the dawn. Under the light of the Crescent Sun, I seek the Four Chosen Ones to claim themselves worthy of my clan's titles.

DULY SIGNED,

Lord of Edenia, ꀸꍏꍟ꒒'ꍏᐯꍟꀘ

D A R K   L O R D
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"The day is coming. This Lord's death. He does not belong here. He too, shall fade with the end of a new era."

I do not belong in this era. Aye, he's right. Going to see Asger was a bad idea, despite how much it satiated by sentimental cravings. The curse burns what feeling I have left. The Lord mused, resting his back against the his seat. Grey tubes stuck to his body filtered black sludge through his torso. Not a drop of blood was left in his body. A hand was slowly lifted from the arm of his wheelchair, though he could only see half of it. It seems I've begun to lose my sight. I don't have much time. I hope they come soon. He was but a weathered old man bound to this chair now, his thinning grey hair shrouding most of his face, including that blinded eye which had become a pitch black. Like a pit without a bottom, there would be more in his gaze were there no eye at all. A line of light cracked into the room as two doors were slowly pushed open, illuminating the Lord to the world and causing him to briefly recoil at it. 
"As you've commanded, all of your servants have been asked to pack their things and leave. They've been relieved of their duties." A faceless figure said, not but a mere shadow in the doorway. The old man nodded, briefly lifting a twitching finger. "Good. You may go as well." - "I'm sorry?" They asked. "I'm afraid I do not understand. I'm to be fired as well? Why? With all due respect, you require help." At these words did the elder finally lift his head, his dry lips thinning at those words, thin enough for his lips to draw that aforementioned substance in place of natural ichor. "I require no servants. Not anymore. Begone!" He commanded with a flick of his hand, for any more he could not manage. The figure ahead of him froze, remaining silent for a while before offering a silent bow and leaving the Lord to fester alone. 

Minutes would past, then hours, in the stone chambers. The hours became days, plenty monotonous time wasted to writhe in a heap of regret. Fortunately there was no more need for the Lord to eat, for he had no stomach to put such things in anymore. He merely sat, and waited. And in the midst of his sleep did he hear a sudden bell. That sense of longing briefly caused him to think that it was in his head, that noise, but a moment to stir awake caused him to rise as much as his weathered posture could allow it. Frail, trembling hands grasped at the frames of his wheels and each spun caused his nerves to burn. Though eventually he made it to the gates, to which he was greeted by a light. A figure much taller, and much brighter.  "I'm here, Dael. Are you ready for-" They were almost immediately interrupted by him. "No, we won't be doing that today. The truth is, I'm dying. The curse is spreading faster than I anticipated. We've not time. We must wake Him early." He briefly explained. The newcomer was clearly taken aback, but eventually was convinced to journey into the inner-chambers of the Dark Lord. Delving deep into the halls of his clan the pair disappeared into the darkness together. 

Before them was a long cylinder of glass encasing a humanoid figure - whatever being within seeming to float within the green bile that filled the container, whether it was their home or a prison was not sure, even to the newcomer. What was he to call him? A son, or merely a second chance? For having created him, even he was not aware. He had spent the last of his days, all those decades, for this moment here. To ensure that the one before him would do well in his place. She glanced down to the elder, looking on with a furrowed brow. "What am I to do?" She asked. "Pull the chain and drain the fluid. I will do the rest." He said, and his hand came close to reach for the katana on his hip, the belt he used to carry it in no longer fitting his shrunken form. How he had withered away, he thought. The same unholy blade that he swore never to draw again, the same blade that cursed him in the first place. The same blade that would lead him to salvation. "At the very least," He started, placing his hand upon his hilt. Though there was a pause. In that pause, no life flashed before his eyes, as the rumors of adventurers told. Perhaps that was because he was not truly at the end, or perhaps it was merely a fallacy after all. Nevertheless he gazed into his past, finding what most people would. People he's lost, or those that lost him and would lose him after today. "At the very least, I wanted to finish my goodbyes." There was no time to linger on in melancholy, no time. It was sudden, just like death should be. "Release Him." He said, unsheathing the blade - its metal forcing out a hissing screech that rattled the framework of the laboratory. I am unsure if we will share thoughts after the merge, but I leave this message for you. You will not be alone, my boy. I've prepared everything for you. Food, shelter, repute, and comradery. All this for you. My first and final birthday gift. Though you will miss me, know that with you I am eternal. And as long as there is darkness in the heart of man, Dark Dael will always be here. At the moment the chain was pulled and that bile did begin to flush out of the tube, so did the Dark Lord thrust his own blade into his chest. Black sludge suddenly sprayed from his body, a cry of pain coming from him as he soon grew into ruin. His skin was first, flaking away and decomposing as his innards or lack thereof dissipated into a solid black mist. It was taken shape, and following the currents of the winds it came to the falling creature within the glass. For a moment the mist rivalled matter, order and everything else balance beheld to stop this ritual from proceeding. It was not enough, and in the moment after he was gone. All that remained was his wheelchair, and his companion. The companion looked on in horror, having watched a forgotten old man disappear in front of her eyes. Though those eyes, in their light, fell upon the figure within the glass. She was supposed to release him now, she would but her movements were slow. And as she came to meet hand upon glass, another hand came to meet her own palm. Alive? The thing inside was breathing. Living. Her face came closer to peer into the muddy glass stained with brine, to get a better look at what was inside.

It would gaze back.

A creature sharing the man's dull emerald gaze. Though it did not just come in a single pair, for three eyes in total came to meet her own. She shot backwards as the creature escaped, their six-eared form slowly stepping out, bare feet stepping upon what remained of that green fluid. It reminded her of something past. Something that should never be unsealed, no matter what. An old man's worthless dream, a chance at something pious. A wish to see something of his make persist in the next era. A line one could not cross, not even someone of his moniker. This was what an entire life had lead to. Abhorrent and terrible to look at, it was. But look away she could not bring herself to. In this silence to which the two figures stared at each other words were finally spoken. Only by her, for the other knew not how to speak.

"What have you become?"
.   .   .
"Who are you?"

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 ₪ 𝔄𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶

Is this a combat related Artifact? If marked as “no”, it will not be usable in combat situations:

        Yes

MC Name of the person(s) currently in possession of the Artifact:

         Demi-Djinn: Wright

         Contractor: Karl III

 RP Name of the person(s) currently in possession of the Artifact:

        Demi-Djinn:  Xx_BloodStalk_xX

        Contractor: GMRO

MC Name of the creator(s) of the Artifact (N/A if not applicable, e.g. for event items):

         Xx_BloodStalk_xX

RP Name of the creator(s) of the Artifact (N/A if not applicable):

        Wright

Screenshots showcasing the attempted creation of the artifact (use an imgur album or a spoiler please | if an event item just screenshot the item itself | If you're re-submitting an old MArt put N/A:

The blade that was lost now dawns once more as the heirloom blade to be passed down the line of Keong Sigismund III. Formerly known as Aeternus on its nameday, the blade is reforged as Aeternity - the sword of the Crown.

Item Description

The Blade of Kings ₪ Aeternity

(Shown on the right, Aeternity's true form)

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"Allow yourself to transcend lives, and serve this Kingdom for eternity. Krusae Zwy Kongzem, Aeternity."

A heavy-looking greatsword carrying that of a triangular blade of Daemonsteel. 55 inches in its complete height, it would require two hands on its long handle to be properly wielded, the oakwood grip itself clad with thick dark twine and gold wire that wrapped about strong wood. Below it was a long and large metal ring that would be better known as its pommel. The guard was a dark golden color, vaguely resembling that of a bird’s wings. No decor lined this blade save for the embroideries on the guard and the fuller, cast in a darker iron. Once forged in a different form, this sword was the weapon of choice by Keong Sigismund III “The Golden”. Formerly known as Aeternus on its name day, it has now stripped itself of that title to serve the Crown so long as it remains. Reforged in the time of Keong Karl III’s reign, it is now the Blade of Kings, Aeternity.

Effect(s) of the Artifact:

Sangkruv - Unless the wielder is someone of like stature - that being the present or past Keong of any collection of Haenseni people, one would find Aeternity to be heavy. A common swing would be sloppy, and anyone would find it hard to merely lift the blade. For those who wear the crown, or directly descend from Keong Sigismund III, they would be able to properly wield it as if it were unusually light and balanced despite the size it bears in its regular make.

Lafsk - Should a descendant of the past Keong fall in battle whilst wielding Aeternity, the weapon will gain the effects of Lafsk. In this, Aeternity will garner a strange symbol of golden threads (₪) upon its blade, just beneath the inscription. It may be freely wielded by anyone who takes it up in their hands, the effects of Sangkruv having been lost so long as this symbol is here.

The Monkey’s Magic - If Lafsk is in effect, Aeternity may be taken from its current wielder if one with another approved MArt with the creator's symbol (₪) challenges them to a game. This game can be anything from chess to hide-and-seek, and both parties must consent and offer up their respective MArts with the winner taking both. Both symbols will resonate when near each other with a shrill amber glow, and the first one to suggest a game that the other consents to is the tell of the duel's systems and mechanics. It can only be one person versus one person, and each side may use the MArt they have to help them win the bout. After the duel ends, the winner is found to have both MArts appearing on their person. 

Stos - Should the effects of Lafsk claim Aeternity, the wielder can almost sense that the blade belongs in another place, in another hand. If somehow reclaimed by those that descend from Keong Sigismund III, Lafsk will be alleviated from the blade and Sangkruv will be in effect once more. They need only briefly hold the weapon for Stos to take place.

Kursin - By the will of their wielder, and with the blood of Kings, Aeternity may cast away the large amount of metal it is wrought of. This would involve sheathing the blade, silver flames clashing over their fingers before they could redraw it into its true form. It would become a double-edged shortsword that stretches out to a complete 22 inches. Made of the finest steel - its fuller and pommel having the glamour not unlike stained glass. The guard and pommel is made from aurum, but curiously the entire weapon is as dense as the material of its blade. Its handle is wrapped in a dark tanned leather. Not only this, but the wielder would gain a suit of armor of their choosing - always holding the aesthetic of a crow. The armor between each inheritor of the blade is unique, and once chosen - cannot be changed. 

(Examples of acceptable armor references)

Verzicht - Kursin cannot be activated if the user is already wearing armor, as its pride would absolve itself of its abilities. The blade would not be willing to transform should the wielder garb themselves in any armor other than what they may provide. 

Zesgan - An ability only available under the effects of Kursin. Whilst any other requires training to properly use this weapon, those who are descended from Keong Sigismund III or have worn the Crown automatically know how to use this weapon and the full extent of its abilities. Whilst weiding Aeternity in its true form under the effects of Kursin, the wielder may inherit the muscle memory and fighting styles of past Kings who have used Aeternity in the past. Whilst in combat, their opponent can almost see the ghostly apparitions of these Kings near them as they fight in their own suits of armor, mimicking their motions or standing by them, watching their battle in silent aid. This does not mean this gives them a necessary edge in combat, such as increasing their speed or strength, it merely eliminates the means to practice using the sword. 

This ability takes inspiration but does not directly mirror Era-Embodiment in Demi-Djinn lore.

Explanation of the effect(s) (i.e. how it does what it does - slight bending of magic lore is allowed): 

Sangkruv - If a persona is not IRPly directly descended from Keong Sigismund III or has been (even for a brief time) a nation leader of Haense then they cannot properly wield Aeternity. It would feel sloppy, imbalanced, and incredibly heavy almost impossible to lift.

Lafsk - If Aeternity's owner dies whilst in possession of the blade through proper CRP, Aeternity will succumb to the will of whoever takes it up next, and a symbol (₪) appears on its blade. The effects of Sangkruv also fade. This only takes place if the person that took it up next is not a descendant of Keong Sigismund III or he who wears the Crown.

Kursin [1 Emote Charge, 1 Emote Cast; 2 Emote Ability]

If the wielder is descended from Keong Sigismund III or wears the Crown, they may use Kursin. Kursin allows Aeternity to change into its true form, a double-bladed shortsword. Furthermore the wielder also gains a suit of armor that clads their body in any sort of armor carrying a crow-motif. This armor cannot be changed once picked, and is unique between each wielder. This would first activate by sheathing then blade, then unsheathing it to reveal Aeternity in its true form.

[1 - Connection/Charge] Sheathing the large blade behind his cape, the King picks up the scabbard as a glowing trail of silver flames start to encompass their hand.
[2 - Cast] "Show thy trueself, Aeternity!" They shouted, and a disc of flames would trail the blade as it shrunk and became a double-edged shortsword, the flames climbing up their body to form plates of ebony steel upon their body. A golden crown of crow-feathers mold upon their head, their visor closing over their dull gaze. The blade is soon drawn, a luminescent glow coming from the stained-glass pattern upon its fuller.

Zesgan [Passive, but only when Kursin is active]

Zesagn is an ability that allows the wielder to access the techniques and inherit the muscle memory of the Aertenity's past users that descend from the royal line. The more Aeternity is passed down, the more they attain; this however does not increase one's strength, speed, or defense. Simple information cannot be inherited either. For a crude example, activating Zesgan active whilst playing baseball (if a past king was an expert player) would allow them to know how to handle the bat but not how to play the game. 

Red Lines of the Artifact: 

Number of duplicates of this Artifact:

         0

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the whereabouts and ownership of this Artifact by using the Magic List Errors?:

         Yes

 Have you applied for this Artifact before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

im curious

fav warframe, primary, secondary, and melee in warframe rn? don't pick multiple options for each one u gotta give me a straight answer bro
 

The children of the Vale gathered 'round an old 'ame, weathered by time and half of his gaze shrouded by long greying hairs. A twirling staff of mahogany rested within his wrinkled hand, his frame moving back and forth upon his rocking chair, creaking with each second. The children sat around him and listened to his many tales, things of heroism, beasts, and the fantastic tales of their kin's history. Though one mischievous child thought it best to continue prodding at the one sitting in front of him. They asked them to stop, but they persisted. The old 'ame had not noticed until they grew too loud, to which he said:

"You'd best behave, oem'ii. Lest we take you to meet the Great Sage."

The child scoffed, dismissing the elf's claims. "The Great Sage isn't real!" They insisted. The elder rocked back in amusement, a hand coming forward to lightly brush the front of their beard. "Is that so? Nay, the Great Sage is very much real, I assure you. Once, he held shrines across the realm. He even frequented our home, once. Though the Greenblades thought it best to cast him out. And he took his shrine with him!.. perhaps that'll be our next story." A small hand raised, and a child spoke up. "The Great Sage! What does he do?" The elder stopped his chair, pressing his feet against the floor and slowly leaned in. "He takes in bad children, and turns them into mushrooms!" They said with widened eyes. Then, they leant back, looking off to the side. "Or.. does he make you dance to death?"
Another dismissive shrug left one of them. "I told you it's not real!" They said, to which the elder suddenly shouted. "He's very real, I tell you! Very real indeed." A curious boy soon asked; "Then where is his shrine?" To which another quickly spoke up. "It's not his shrine! They stole it! Stole it from the Mani, he did!" There was another bout of arguing before the elder slammed his staff onto the ground. "Silence! I'll tell you well. The Great Sage took his statue and left, flew up into the air, he did! In attempt to mingle with his own kind. It seems he grew tired of harassing us mortals, so he attempted to go back home." 
 

Just like the elder had spoke - within a flying statue laid a spirit of the woods, thrashing about the interior of their shrine. "Ow, ow, ow!" The bandaged monkey rubbed its aching head, screaming as it plummeted towards the ground. Then, with a crash, a flash of light entered the woods - leaking magic about the area. After the statue had sunk into the earth, a few boards of wood pried open to have that little thing flop out, rolling onto its rump. It looked around, and quickly beamed, leaping up and down as it scanned the forest about it. "I made it, I made it! Made it back home, I did!" But it was wrong, yet how could one tell a single forest from another, should the trees look the same? "Come on out, everyone!" They called.

Soon, the forest erupted in a symphony of laughter.

"The crash had merged our realm with the Sage's realm. In their effort to get home, they had cursed the forest surrounding our home!" The elder explained. "There is nothing that bothers them more than bad children, and should you enter their forest, they'll curse you. They'll play tricks on you, too! Make you get lost in that forest, strip you of your skin and turn you into a skeleton, I hear!" By the time the elder was halfway through his story, most of the children were shaking in fear. "So listen and listen well. Avoid delving too deep into that forest.."

Every now and again, the forests outside of the Vale will glimmer with a wave of golden light - and the depths will be bathed in a thick layer of fog. One would do well to take care, should they decide to enter the woods.
[PM if you enter the forest and want to interact]

+1

was eating ice cream when i thought of this

what kind of ice cream would your character eat

mine:
qard

dael

dorado

(THE MONKEY)

ask me what song i think you me of

if the names are hidden like @shartingssaid sure otherwise a good populace of the server isnt mature enough to see the chats

smaller map will help me xray diamonds faster ty

15 hours ago, Toodles78 said:

If the heat is slight, did you happen to mean first degree burns? Third degree burns are the worst that burns can be. 

Typo due to me revising the spell without re-reading it, I'll fix it now ty

Demi-Djinn and Cursed Djinn Revision

OOC Purpose:

Overall Changes to Demi-Djinn and Cursed Djinn

Demi-Djinn and Cursed Djinn: Amendment to the First Shackle, the Shackle of Murder

Demi-Djinn and Cursed Djinn: Additions and amendments to Physical/Mental Changes

Demi-Djinn: Amendments to Abilities and Boons

Demi-Djinn: New Abilities and Boons

Demi-Djinn: Disconnection Ritual

Demi-Djinn: Reincarnation Amendment

Cursed Djinn: The Lunar and Solar Phases

Cursed Djinn: Inherited Spells

Cursed Djinn: New Spells

Keep the selling of building materials. 

Fantastic writing, lore, and formatting.

15 hours ago, un-w said:

Hey there friend

 

As Evonpire said above, your chances of acquiring magic of any kind by asking OOCly on the forums is slim. I've found that holy mages are the ones that can often be open to taking in new students if sought RPly, so I'd recommend doing that. Or, you could make an RP post detailing that your character seeks magic, as long as its done tastefully and in good spirit. Think of ways you can incorporate your characters desire for magic into their narrative, rather than a simple "because magic is cool."

 

Best of luck :) if you have any questions, feel free to reach out at un-w#9099

This is a good guideline for you ^

A tip I'll offer is that teachers do most of their seeking IRP (they wont teach you if you're generally known in the community OOCly as a toxic freak)
So not only do what @Islamadon said to do but also think of reasons on how your character can more resemble a templar. Sometimes certain players will only follow the creeds/laws/tenets/guidelines of a magic like paladinism on their character simply because they already have the MA. I would reccommend doing your own IRP research on templarism so that your character can better understand who they are and how they can follow their path. It should be done so not so that you can eventually find a teacher, but because it's what your character thinks is right for them, because they believe in the path of a templar

- Your least played race, and your most played race.
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Far, far away from the North, a young spirit lurks about in the forests of Druii. "One, two! One, two!" He called, and any keen bystander would notice that this strange creature was the size of a mite, leading a long line of insects from the front. "March, march, march! Before t'morn, we gon' get some scorn! March, march, march! 'Cause Druii open up t'eir packs, an' find t'emselves wit'out a snack!" He sung in a commanding voice, releasing a whistle as the ants behind him started off to do their own thing. He glanced over his shoulder, soon dropping down a few crumbs of sugar from his pockets, allowing them to follow once more. He continued his march. "Red, white, on t'quilt! We gon'-" His song was interrupted by his own screams as he found a large and weathered parchment engulf him and send him across the dirt. The spirit quickly grew in size, his gloved hands reaching out to take the missive and wiping the dirt away from it with a quick breath or two. 

"What t'is be?! What t'is be?!" He asked, curiously - though there wasn't an ant to hear it now, for they had gone back to their holes and homes as he skimmed the first paragraph. "T'is be, can't be! Shouldn't be!" The spirit released it, his monkey-like tail curling like a spring and bouncing him back onto his feet. "A bit of gossip jus' for me! How did it get all t'way 'ere, from snow an' ash an' misty plains. Even t'rough mighty rains!" He chimed with his hands up into the air. "I read, I read!" As he tried to wipe away more of the mud with his hands, he found only smudged ink, so only a small section of the parchment was readable.

It was there after a few moments of his eyes moving back and forth, a waterfall of liquid started out of his bandaged maw, his glowing eyes shrinking as a list of ingredients were laid out before him. "A mortal buildin' wit' tasty meats, lined up all over t'eir pretty sheets!" He rhymed, but not long before a low growl of his stomach. "I.. want to eat." They said to themselves, and shrunk back down in a long burst of light. It landed atop the back of a lowly beetle, kicking its sides like one would a steed. "Onwards!" He shouted, and the beetle would take off in the wrong direction, making his long journey longer.

Great changes

A missive is brought to the many aviaries, and requested to be pinned near such - so that all who take up their mail would see a poster cluttered amongst many others. It reads:

To the conservationists, to the adventurers, and to the like minded. I am a self-made scientist requiring any sort of assistance regarding my studies. My name is Professor Archibald Q. Conley XIV, and I come from a long line of environmentalists. Whatever your skills may be; bodyguarding, hunting, or a fellow researcher, you will be needed. My 'Almaris Conservationist Society' is only a mere handful of individuals like myself, yet we possess not the strength nor the resources without help. In return for helping or protecting me from the strange things in Almaris, I will allow you and your party to keep whatever parts you acquire from the creatures my society permits you to hunt. However, should you allow us to keep these parts, they will come useful in growing our base of operations.

Should you find this opportunity of interest to you, our wagon is stationed a little ways into the northern part of the forest surrounding the settlements of orcs, south of the volcanic lands, and far north from Talon's Port. 

This is an interactable event-site/eventline that will help fill a niche for players that want to do more research/hunting RP. If you offer any signed items you gain back to the NPCs, the Almaris Conservationist Society will expand in size and territory. Please refer to the rules below to see how to get started.

 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔣𝔣 ₪ 𝔎𝔞𝔪𝔞-𝔗𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔞

Is this a combat related Artifact? If marked as “no”, it will not be usable in combat situations:

        Yes

MC Name of the person(s) currently in possession of the Artifact:

         Demi-Djinn: Qard

         Contractor: Yula

 RP Name of the person(s) currently in possession of the Artifact:

        Demi-Djinn:  Xx_BloodStalk_xX

        Contractor: Gamma_Byte

MC Name of the creator(s) of the Artifact (N/A if not applicable, e.g. for event items):

         Xx_BloodStalk_xX

RP Name of the creator(s) of the Artifact (N/A if not applicable):

         Qard

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In exchange for helping the young Djinn fix his persona's repute within the realm of Druii, his contractor was granted a staff similar to his own, one that has inherited his abilities and general likeness.

Item Description

The Boy in the Staff ₪ Kama-Tatamanaa

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"Come to mine aid, expand and shrink with a single command - Kama-Tatamanaa."

A cudgel wrought of the finest wood crafted and smoothed to be 5'2" in length. Its shaft was brown, and upon each end of the staff bore golden designs. A fierce figure's face was etched into the swirling embroideries, first starting as a curved ring near the handle, a long handle of gold, and then another ring at the very edge. The grip of the cudgel bore markings in its wood, proving the staff's name with golden inscriptions along the shaft and just beside such would be a brand of sorts; ₪. Its paint glittered and would never fade even under the harshest of conditions.

Effect(s) of the Artifact:
The Monkey's Magic - Kama-Tatamanaa may be taken from its current user if one with another approved MArt with the creator's symbol (₪) challenges them to a game. This game can be anything from chess to hide-and-seek, and both parties must consent and offer up their respective MArts with the winner taking both. Both symbols will resonate when near each other with a shrill amber glow, and the first one to suggest a game that the other consents to is the tell of the duel's systems and mechanics. It can only be one person versus one person, and each side may use the MArt they have to help them win the bout. After the duel ends, the winner is found to have both MArts appearing on their person. 

Forms of the Sage's Staff - Kama-Tatamanaa holds to it three forms it may take depending on the user's wishes, each with its own strengths and weaknesses. A staff, a masked monkey, and an egg wrought of stone.

[Staff] Kama-Tatamanaa- Kama-Tatamanaa normally takes itself in the form of a staff, as described in its description. The staff may be made of wood, but their wielder may find it being as durable as iron, being able to deflect the edge of a blade or being able to fall to the pressure of a hammer more times than a normal wooden staff. Kama-Tatamanaa is not unbreakable however, and will break under any form of extreme conditioning (examples: being crushed, broken by bending, being melted, etc.)

[Staff] Stretch and Shrink - In their form as a staff, Kama-Tatamanaa may change their size either depending on a command said aloud. When shrunken down, the cudgel shrinks down to the size of a small toothpick. When stretched, Kama-Tatamanna may stretch forward from wherever side the wielder wishes for two blocks every emote for a maximum of three emotes (a maximum six-block range) after charging for one emote (it would take four emotes for the staff to reach its full height). In combat, the wielder may choose to recede or extend the staff by two blocks each action, but never both; out of combat, the wielder may stretch and shrink the staff faster for the sake of RP flavor and convenience. 
This ability takes inspiration but does not directly mirror a Demi-Djinn's Lesser Transmogrification spell.

[Monkey] Kama-Tatamanaa - In this form, Kama-Tatamanaa takes the form of a golden snub-nosed monkey hidden under linen robes and a strange wooden mask. This two-feet tall creature does not seem to age nor grow. It may not talk, and it acts as a monkey would. It always wishes to keep itself covered underneath its mask. The wielder may roleplay Kama-Tatamanaa in this form as being similar to a pet, and as such cannot be used in combat in this form. It may change to its staff form with a single emote, and vise versa. Should the wielder not command the monkey to turn into a staff when combat starts, it cannot transform until commanded to later on during CRP.

[Egg] Kama-Tatamanaa - If Kama-Tatamanaa is either broken or killed, it will immediately transform into a stone egg of azure hue, its shell spiralling and growing like a blue meadow and proving a sparkling stone in its base. This is merely a state of recovery for the artifact, and Kama-Tatamanaa cannot revert back to its prior two forms until it has fully recovered. This is a process of one OOC week, and during this period of time its wielder finds themselves growing drained when in possession of it. If sleeping nearby the egg, the wielder would experience uncomfortable nightmares they can't remember, envisioning a past whilst asleep of wars and blood, shame and ridicule, sorrow and misery. Once recovered, Kama-Tatamanaa will revert back to whatever form it was in when it was broken or killed, this being signalled by a glow in its shell which cracks and opens. 

Explanation of the effect(s) (i.e. how it does what it does - slight bending of magic lore is allowed): 

Stretch and Shrink [1 Emote Charge, 1 Emote Cast; Max. of 4 Emotes]

The wielder of the staff  may choose to shrink the staff to the size of the toothpick, or to stretch it forward. Following one charging emote it may only stretch from one side each emote (whichever side the wielder commands).

[1 - Connection/Charge] A shimmering light of gold waves over the shaft of the cudgel, and the wielder points it towards their opponent.
[2 - Cast] "Extend, Kama!" They shouted, and from its upper-end, the staff's wood stretches and extends forward two blocks towards their opponent.
Optional [3 - Cast cont.] "Keep going!" The staff continues to stretch outwards - its wood contorting forward on a linear path two more blocks towards their opponent.

Optional [4 - Cast cont.] "Now, behind me, Kama!" This time, from its other end, the staff's wood stretches and extends backwards two blocks behind the wielder's grip.

[Monkey] Kama-Tatamanaa - The staff takes the form of a golden snub-nosed monkey covered in cloth and a mask. It is a glorified pet in this state. It cannot be used in combat. 

[Egg] Kama-Tatamanaa - The egg is a recovery state for Kama-Tatamanaa if it is broken/killed, and the user finds themselves experiencing nightmares when sleeping nearby it, or feeling drained when holding it. It takes one OOC week for it to be recharged. The egg cannot be destroyed, being made from some sort of odd material that fails to be broken. 

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