Mescaffier

+1 this not sure how I feel abt cores

this face made me pause writing for a solid 10 minutes so I could stop laughing. theyre so silly. goofy even

Content Warning – This submission contains Body Horror. Art by Avargus Creature Fluff [Lore Below] . . . Tulpa’s origins are widely disputed, thought of as a work of fiction by many. They are the creations of the paranoid, brought to life by the fear of the collective, often appearing in times of great destruction or change like events such as the Siege of Shattered Skies, or created by Necromantic Covens for their peculiar shifting ability. Akin to the mobs of skeletons and zombies that roam the continents, arisen by themselves from mass graves and battlefields, they too typically rise in by their own accord. Anatomy & Appearance Tulpa varies wildly from each specimen. Some might have slack jaws and crooked limbs, others may have oblong, bloodshot eyes, and others’ tells may merely be a too-toothy, too-white smile that never changes - however, they always look like a descendant. Versus who they’re mimicking, it may often be hard to tell the difference - but once revealed, they become blatantly uncanny and horrid. Unrevealed: The Tulpa will look just as the one they’re mimicking does, with slight differences such as paler skin, wider eyes, longer limbs, etc. Revealed: The Tulpa sucks in the shadows around it, seeming to reject any light that shines on its form. Its differences it had while unrevealed become exaggerated - wide eyes become completely round, popping out of their sockets, long limbs will become crooked and broken, etc. An unrevealed Tulpa VS. A revealed Tulpa Art by smisi.psd Habitat Tulpa first spawn within areas where many people live, and thus where death occurs often. They can survive in any habitat, save for extreme cold, extreme heat (volcanolands), or places of extreme moisture (swamplands). Behaviour Tulpa will often act friendly or concerned to lure in unsuspecting victims, with stolen items to offer to them or invitations to go elsewhere. Once catching the victim alone, or their irregular appearance or behaviour is pointed out (i.e a Tulpa mimicking someone who has a phobia of water inviting someone to go swimming), they will become incredibly aggressive and attack the victim, even in broad daylight. They do not have a self-preservation instinct until heavily wounded. If they encounter another Tulpa, they will attempt to work together, however, are known to sometimes brutalise the other when hungry for lifeforce. Abilities Mimicry: Once setting their eyes upon someone they can mimic, they will often stalk them for upwards of five days in order to observe their behaviour, voice, et cetera. Before mimicking them, they will often find a way to kill or subdue the target, though not always. Tulpa are unaware of slang and only repeat what they’ve heard, using sentences they’ve heard already to regurgitate. Over the course of two emotes, a Tulpa can change from one appearance to another, able to mimic what the target looks and sounds like. Depending on if it has studied the target before, they will either be a quite convincing copy, or someone that merely looks like the target. During events, the host(s) are encouraged to roleplay the Tulpa mimicking its target in a certain way: Redlines: Feeding: In order to sustain themselves, they must kill a descendant and devour its lifeforce completely. Unlike their other brethren of necromantic origins & necromancers themselves, Tulpa have no way of carefully siphoning out Lifeforce: they must devour the recently deceased corpse, bones and all, in order to gain it. Redlines: Brute Strength: Tulpa have no innately magickal abilities save for their Mimicry. As a result, they rely on their pure strength: no matter the form they take, they will always have strength just above that of a Seasoned Uruk, unless they're starved of lifeforce. Redlines: Weaknesses Tulpa, no matter if revealed or unrevealed, are incredibly weak to Holy magick. If assaulted by a weapon blessed by Paladinism, Templarism, or a Shamanic weapon blessed by a spirit that purifies, it will go through the creature like a knife to warm butter and disable their ability to mimic. Aurum & Slayersteel weapons also do similar damage - anything solid such as an aurum pole, sword, etc causes their flesh to shrivel and burn. Tulpa also have an aversion to sunlight, making them uncomfortable to the point they often choose to linger in darkness when they can. Creation Tulpa, for the purpose of DIY events , can be created in one single way: - 1. Tulpa, like skeletons and zombies used for player events, can spontaneously arise in places where many people live and die. Redlines: Purpose After watching a few too many videos about the Mandela Catalogue & the Longeyed Project, I really wanted to make some funky creature lore for things that mimic descendants. I decided to tie it to Necromancy due to its unique Fleshsmithing abilities, and class them similar to the Zombies & Skeletons that can also be used in player events and can spawn in the same way. As a little treat, necros can bind them to oculi if they want (with the cost of their upkeep), or simply set ‘em free. Credits TreeSmoothie – Writing Smisi.psd & Avargus – Art Olandyr – Feedback The Mandela Catalogue & The Longeyed Project – Inspiration

Dame Viktoriya stares at a flier for the Academy's own Metalforging classes, and then at the flier. "If only Mika's settlement had a school to teach metalforging already. If only."

What's the conjoinment's redlines mean, in laymans terms?

Should add a redline that states ppl can't use any sort of sight alch potion on 'em (i.e. drinking cats eye to use on them, or wearing treated goggles) due to their voidal nature

take a break from lotc, kazoo, enjoy ur childhood

A necrolyte cackled to themselves, stygian embers flowing like water around either palm as they tore flesh from bone with their very teeth, the cadaver before them torn in twain. The Harbinger of Pestilence hungered: soon, it would join its brethren.

"I rate this series . . ." an elderly Necrolyte muttered, "A two out of five. They hardly included anyone who did the real work, you know!" they barked toward a shambling skeleton beside them. It was mopping away at blood on the floor, deaf to the maleficar's rambling. "Shows how much knowledge they have of history ... if they only include the high-hats who claim they did this and that. Bet they weren't even born on ... born on the Arcas, either! Inaccurate. Good writing, though, I guess." And thus those old bones sat, rolling the paper into an herbal joint to smoke as they reminisced the days of Renatus & the Empire of Orenia. "Fight on, you old dog, Alren DeNurem. Bet he's still kickin' - he best be! Nyek nyek nyek."

"Yam having deja vu ..." some necrolyte muttered, rubbing their head. "This has happened before!" "Alright, matte, take your medicine," a voice spoke from beside her, nudging a bottle of syrup toward the old woman.

The Dame shed a single tear. The days of Orenia were fleeting and the Empire was gone: now its soldiers had begun to dwindle, too. Not she, cursed by immortality, and plagued to devour her brethren and live with only spite. The wicked do not rest, the undead remain undying. Including he. Atlas, she knew, had been condemned to Ebrietaes. She could save him still.

OOOh yes then slay

all the way where the tip of renatus is 4 me pls I swear I'm relevant I was an isa captain!!!!!

I love this!! Will give a full read later. however, not allowing certain dark magics such as necro and Mysticism, seems like a weird choice - no other void magic does it, even voidstalking, and I personally think void should remain completely neutral, though I do get the intention!

"HOZH!" a fe-uruk cries, nodding in reverence at the paper. "But, dey kuld realli benefit frum learnin wut a comma iz. Big run-on zentencez, bruddah ..."

Dame Viktoriya & her skygod look at the missive. Neither can read it.

MAIN | STUDENT HANDBOOK | THE STARFELL CIRCLE | DISCORD (^ Links ^) Our Citadel has slumbered for too long: now, at last, its classes may begin! The Citadel of Hexenstadt will have its Grand Opening in one year, on the 12th of the Grand Harvest. Refreshments will be offered, and those who wish to attend the school may approach the teacher of each class to ask about joining. Tuition is free and we are non-discriminatory: unless you are banished from the State, you are welcome here. We will also be offering tours of the classrooms! At this time, one medical classroom has been blocked off due to the dissection cadavers stored within it rotting; do not enter lest you wish to smell like rot and have flies cling to thee. We'll have a cleaning team on it soon in order to show off the room to prospective students. OOC INFORMATION:

Feels a bit op for a sword to be able to contain 3 enchantments, only require one person to make, and not really require rolls either. Makes Arcanium pointless besides for containing a t5 spell, no?

Some enfeebled necrolyte, ranting to herself in the dark confines of a cave, muttered, "I simply killed my husbands if they were adulterers! ... All thirteen of 'em."

"Hasn' she tried bedding a dwarf before, vhile married to the Archduke ...? And the Prince, n' surely other men?" some Knight snickered, scowling at the paper. "She ist only Archduchess of the Streets."

"WHO ARE VY!?! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" she wailed.

Hello, ORPHANS! (If you are not an oprhan, this letter does not apply to thee. Begone.) Should you be interested in finding parents, seek out the Serene State of Lurin. I and a few others seek to create an orphanage for the ungodly amount of children who have come to the State looking for help. In order to find the settlement, travel to South Hub and follow the left back to where Balian's camel and the short road to Un'satum (The Orcish village beside the hub). Across from the camel, you will find a blue cart: enter it and our Atronach horses will take you to the city. Ask for Dame Viktoriya or Mia Anarion upon arrival, or send Viktoriya (TreeSmoothie) a bird.

A figure squinted at the missive, cackling like a witch under her breath. "Sounds like their graveyards are getting filled." @femurlord

Dame Viktoriya, well known in Orenian days of yore for giving bombs to children, grimaced at the flier. "He vas harassing children? Aurik vas- OH. Atlian. Et says ... Atilan," she murmured, pushing the spectacles to her face. "Good! Don' know, don' care 'bout no 'Aahtealan'."

[Please do not metagame any of the events below.] [Listening to the song in the spoiler is a must as you read! The white quotes are lyrics. Enjoy.] Act I The Climb ♫♩ "Some might say we're released, pushing daisies, deceased! But we all know the worms must be fed. There's just one lingering fear ... Oh my soul, is it here? Or is it rotting somewhere with my head?" ♫ A figure stalked into the chasm below as the earth gaped apart to coerce her forth, singed by flame and flattened by new footsteps - its rooms were all trashed and ransacked, and so it seemed, now abandoned by its past inhabitants. Yet not entirely. As she went further into the depths, a familiar figure welcomed the woman -- a newly risen Gashadokuro, lingering in the decrepit halls they'd all gathered in not a whole saint's day before. She was to claim her bounty for her zealotry and success in that battle. Yet, what the bounty was, was unknown to her. ♫♩ "Oh no soul, and no name, and no story, what a shame! Cruel existence was only a sham?" ♩♫♩ Her robes still marred from the Siege of the Shattered Skies, the memories of the slaughter fresh in her mind, she recounted the fateful day to the Lich as she clambered upon the slate as it'd asked her. She questioned not, even as she watched it pull a curved dagger from its pocket and ready it before her. AZAKRIVEL. VEVODROK. KHORHADTVITZ. Awful memories rose as she spotted the weapon. A phantasmal sword, spectral chains, the endless wastes of Ebrietaes. What bounty awaited her but death? Had her luck finally run dry? Was this revenge, for those hundreds of souls? ♫♩ "Oh Saint Peter, let me in! You must know where I've been ... Won't you tell me at last who I am?"♩ ♫ Pain erupted from every pore, every strand of muscle and fiber of her being. "AUUUGH! STOP! STOP!" And her consciousness plummeted, far, far, far below through a winding and writhing tunnel of black. Act II The Descent ♫♩ "And from the ground, beneath my feet I hear the anguish of the street: A CHOIR NEVER COMPLETE! And like an old, forgotten tune, a song that no one knows ..." ♫♩ The warring, warping world contorted as she fell, images scoring her mind of great deserts, pits of writhing undead, battlefields of endless conflict. The fear of death struck through her like a rod of lightning, and she felt her soul crack -- Charring, smoldering, burning, incinerating it as webs of sickly black tore it in twain. Where had she gone wrong? Why had she gone off her path of redemption? Like a feverdream, colors swam in her vision like a sea of colorful lights, eyes and skeletal claws watching and grasping at her falling figure. Hallucinations from the pain plagued her mind: upon her back sprouted broken and horribly crooked Owl's wings, and from her head sprouted halo-like horns now shattered. Act III The Reckoning ♫♩ "I’ve got no celebration, just this consolation! Time eats all his children in the end." ♫♩ "I can't die yet! It isn't my time!" Silence. And then all at once, screams erupted around her and cold wing billowed her hair, brushing the soot from her garbs and stinging those fresh wounds of her's. Ichor smeared across her skin. ♫♩ "Another sad, forgotten tune, another song that no one knows! No one to sing, no one to sigh, a melody floats through the air - When silence falls, does no one care?" ♩ ♫♩ Someone once so convinced they were immortal now felt their first wound of centuries, and the first bleed of many moons. Yet her first death lay still unclaimed. ♫♩ "Like John I’ll be eternally a forgotten name, some lost refrain ... Just 'Jane Doe'." ♫♩