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[!] ‘A hand wreathed in the powers of creation’ The Eternal Servitors to the Brathmordakin To Venerate The Brathmordakin are deserving of eternal veneration, however, the machinations of our lives often confound this idea. People fight, argue and pursue their own goals with such fervour, that they find themselves forgoing veneration. I myself, due to my many duties within the kingdom, have fallen victim to this on some occasions. Despite our long lives, we do not live eternally, nor are our perceptions impervious to chaotic whims. To this end, I have delved deep into the powers granted to me by Anbella and Yemekar, the powers of Life Forging. I saw a path ahead, to help us in our unending journey of piousness. To Serve With the gift of magic, I have imbued seven servitors with a simple life. One servitor for each Brathmordakin, designed to help the faithful in their acts of veneration and faith. These servitors are not limited by muscle or fatigue, and for as long as their magic remains within them, they can serve the Brathmordakin eternally. Though they are minute in comparison to traditional golems, being only around 1 meter in size, they will work just as hard for the sake of the Brathmordakin. [Source: Olekzandr Zahorulko] To Honour Those who act in service to their patron Brathmordakin, and those who perform an act of great veneration, shall receive a Servitor to aid them in their eternal duties to the Brathmordakin. Narvak oz Brathmordakin
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The Birth of Life Forging The Conception In the deep green realms, filled with moss and lichen and protected by stone, Garedyn The Green was deep in meditation as he prayed to his two patrons, Yemekar The Forgefather and Anbella The Hearthmother. The worldly realm was bathed in a cloud of corruption from his own kin to the vile skirmishers from the depths. Within the Emerald Sanctum, he sought wisdom, when he received a prophetic vision from Yemekar and Anbella. The enchanting smell of the crackling fire of his forge along with the thick spores of moss filled his nostrils. When his eyes opened he was no longer in this realm. He found himself within a gigantic forge, with rocky and cavernous walls. The ground below him was a mix of rough foliage, and coals with green embers. With his magic given to him by Anbella, he sent for a spark of fire into the dark forge, setting it ablaze. The forge roared with powerful emerald flames. Garedyn covered his face quickly, but he soon realised as this forge became engulfed in flames, he felt no heat from them. As he looked around, he saw trees and nature sprouting rapidly from those piles of coal, those trees wrapped themselves and mingled with the verdant fire as if they were the same. He gazed upon this baffling sight and realised that the trees were guiding him on what to do. Garedyn without hesitation stepped into the green pyre and wreathed himself in a burning emerald. He felt his soul set ablaze with vigour, he could channel Anbella’s magic with great ease, and his earthly fatigue vanished and was replaced with euphoria. It was then that Yemekar and Anbella appeared before him, bathed in the fire just like him. Yemekar’s eyes were like whirlpools of rainbows. His great white beard cascaded down into the forge, and the tips of it curled up, the green flame of the forge capped them. Abella was cloaked in robes, but they had the texture of bark. Her red hair contrasted beautifully with her eyes of green flame. The Brathmordakin both raised their hands in unison and beckoned him forward, he did so and knelt in front of his mighty patrons. Wordlessly, a smithing hammer made of green flames and red leaves formed in front of them, and they held it together. They manifested an anvil of iron and roots, and they struck it, releasing a huge wave of blinding power. As Garedyn recoiled from it, his mind grew clear as he gazed upon the smithing of Anbella and Yemekar. Garedyn channelled the power once more, he could feel the green flames coursing through his veins. He awoke in a sweat and with a gasp from his trance, his heart was pounding and racing, he rushed to his forge in the Emerald Sanctum, and began to smith with this new magic. The Birth Garedyn took upon many metals and ores and began to smelt. With bars of gold and silver melting in a crucible together, he formed Electrum. He imbued his smithing hammer with his magic, causing it to come to life. The hammer pounded away upon the metal on its own, as Garedyn worked in unison with this blessed magic. Upon finishing the first spiral, he took more gold and iron. He smelted them together, the bellows of his forge were powered by his power, and they brought the fire to a bright hot flame. He gazed deeply into the flames of the forge, he could almost see a green spark deep within the flames. He nodded and continued. With that, he formed a coiled bar of Slayersteel. Continuing without rest, he commenced forging the third and final rod. He alloyed tin with copper and formed bronze. He sent out waves of his green fire into each other and gritted his teeth as he poured his mana into them, and they were brought to life. He assembled and welded them together, bound by fire, metal and magic. With the initial foundation of this grand creation done, he took to the hot deserts of the south in search of opal. The cold of the caves shielded him from the scorching surface, as his magically powered pickaxed the opal. With great precision, he carved them into refined gemstones, and with that, he embedded them along his incomplete metallic creation. He breathed a pulse of fiery life into it once more, and as it began to move, he nodded and continued his creation. With the purest gold gathered from hidden and untouched mines within the realm, he forged 6 small hands of gold and one large one. Garedyn once more channelled the magic, and saw the hands curl their fingers, he smiled. He prepared some crystals of quietus that had been coloured by a different mage and embedded them in the palm of each hand. He attached three hands to each of the spiralling coils. They stretched from them like branches of a tree, and the largest hand with a white quietus crystal upon it was fused on top of the wand, on the central rod. With one last pulse of his mana, he imbued the wand. The metal creaked and came to life! It walked around on the bottom of its spirals like feet, and with its hands, it used to grab and inspect. With that, he completed the Wand of the Seven, the first creation of many to be made with his new skill. [!] Whispers of those who saw him wield this artefact depict it roughly as the image below. The Proclamation I, Garedyn the Green, have been inspired by the Brathmordakin Anbella and Yemekar! I have realised a new way to forge, a way that combines the powers of life and creation. This way shall be known as Life Forging! Feel the mana of your soul, the mana that was given to you by the Brathmordakin, let it and rhun flow through your veins and channel it into your craft to create supreme works of art and creation. All those already skilled in the arts of Anbella's Magic are welcome to come and learn new smithing techniques. The power of Life Forging does not extend to merely to dolls and toys, but great and powerful tools can be crafted with it knowing the right techniques and methods.
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Magihand [T3]: Combative/Non-Combative General Description A more qualitative-over-quantitative version of the Home Defense spell found in Housemagery, which can be used for both combative (like swinging an object at a foe) and non-combative purposes (like grabbing an object right out of your arms reach, you couch potato). In contrast to sending a group of objects into a surge of panic, the Magihand is made to act like a third, disembodied hand for the user, allowing much greater control over whatever you decide to pick up with said hand than the Home Defense Spell. Sadly the hand will, no matter how hard you try, you probably wont be able to multitask using the magi hand with other spells or maneuvers as it requires focus and concentration to operate (will require an emote from the caster each turn to use). Can't cure your thick skull. So, wanna use the bootleg Force? Get readin. Mechanics/Looks Tiers Redlines OOC Purpose/Notes
