A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
she laughs. “You think the two are mutually exclusive. There is always more to be learned, more advancements that can be made…”
"So... you are a researcher-mage? Dang. When/why/how did this--" he waves his hands in the general direction of the outfit, staff, and grimoires "--happen?"
she laughs. “You think the two are mutually exclusive. There is always more to be learned, more advancements that can be made…”
"So... you are a researcher-mage? Dang. When/why/how did this--" he waves his hands in the general direction of the outfit, staff, and grimoires "--happen?"
She smiles slightly. “My studies have lead me to dark places. And now, death itself bows down to me.” She doesn’t elaborate. This… -she probably isn’t human anymore- just stares at him with a smile, her eyes holding uncountable secrets.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
“Beautiful hair. May I take it?” He asks, a wide smile on his face.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
“Beautiful hair. May I take it?” He asks, a wide smile on his face.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
“Beautiful hair. May I take it?” He asks, a wide smile on his face.
He laughs. “No.”
“I’m not joking, friend!”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
“Beautiful hair. May I take it?” He asks, a wide smile on his face.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
“Beautiful hair. May I take it?” He asks, a wide smile on his face.
He laughs. “No.”
“I’m not joking, friend!”
“You couldn’t take it, it’s not a wig.”
“I cannot take the hair itself, but I can take the color.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
“Beautiful hair. May I take it?” He asks, a wide smile on his face.
He laughs. “No.”
“I’m not joking, friend!”
“You couldn’t take it, it’s not a wig.”
“I cannot take the hair itself, but I can take the color.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
“Beautiful hair. May I take it?” He asks, a wide smile on his face.
He laughs. “No.”
“I’m not joking, friend!”
“You couldn’t take it, it’s not a wig.”
“I cannot take the hair itself, but I can take the color.”
He laughs. He is still focusing on the air.
“Why do you keep laughing?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
“Beautiful hair. May I take it?” He asks, a wide smile on his face.
He laughs. “No.”
“I’m not joking, friend!”
“You couldn’t take it, it’s not a wig.”
“I cannot take the hair itself, but I can take the color.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
On a shaded balcony off an expensive inn located in the finer section of town, a man swishes his drink around in the glass as he yet again considers more possibilities for the answer to a question he has spent nearly his whole adult life chasing. His name is Loschen, and compared to other mages, he seems pretty ordinary. Dark grey hair. Dark grey overcoat. Dark, grey eyes. Never dark enough to be seen as threatening, but dark enough to blend into the shadows and fade into crowds. He doesn't want to stand out, at least not yet. If he and his work became popular, he'd have too many additional pressures to solve something that might take many more decades.
Magic can be split into two core components: Creating, and changing. The conjuration of magical energy is where the simplest forms of magic reside; basic offensive and defensive spells. Creation of items is slightly more advanced; you're summoning and changing magical energy into an object. Creation of living creatures is even harder. You're summoning and changing magical energy to create both a material form and autonomy, imbuing excess energy as a soul. Advanced schools of magic also rely on these principles, as evocation is summoning and then manipulating elements, and necromancy is creating magical energy to put into dead vessels. You can also use magical energy to change without creating, of course. Basic transmutation is turning one object into magical energy, and then when tangible, shifting it to another, or one creature into another, which is just as easy as the soul is typically untouched. Advanced transmutation involves, like summoning creatures, giving autonomy to an object, or suspending it from a creature, to change them between those states, but the removal or implication of a soul is equally challenging. Then, changing the visual properties of an object, like invisibility or colour changes, involves a bit more finesse, as you're having to alter the matrices of the magical energy in a material to change its properties, but it all can be done. After that transmutation starts to range into illusion, using magical energy to form intangible objects out of nothing, which then starts to range into enchantment, using magical energy to change what influences a mind. Divination is the only school of magic that strays from this theme, but it isn't direct interference with magical energy, only the interpretation of patterns and shifts to see what is destined. All other direct spells come back to those two key concepts; to create, and to change.
However, Loschen wants to find a spell, or found an entire school, that will complete that trifecta. To create, to change, and to destroy. No one spell can instantaneously erase something entirely; advanced transmutation might allow one to cast a disintegration spell to turn anything into ash or dust, but there is no one spell that allows the caster to simply destroy something on a whim. Loschen has his hypothesises however; it's easier to create objects than it is life, about the same to alter the properties of objects and creatures, and so therefore he feels it makes sense that as the antithesis of creation, pure destruction spells would be able to destroy life easier than objects. Creatures have an inbuilt magical energy source after all, being the soul, so that's at least something the caster can target and terminate, or implode. It's this theorum that Loschen is wanting to prove.
A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
“Beautiful hair. May I take it?” He asks, a wide smile on his face.
He laughs. “No.”
“I’m not joking, friend!”
“You couldn’t take it, it’s not a wig.”
“I cannot take the hair itself, but I can take the color.”
He laughs. He is still focusing on the air.
“Why do you keep laughing?”
“Why not?”
“I am telling the truth!”
*gtg*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
“Beautiful hair. May I take it?” He asks, a wide smile on his face.
He laughs. “No.”
“I’m not joking, friend!”
“You couldn’t take it, it’s not a wig.”
“I cannot take the hair itself, but I can take the color.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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A tall young man of about eighteen years old is standing in the streets. He wears vibrant clothes, his bright green hair is a complete mess as if he has never brushed it once in his life, and his eyes are two different colors-one red, the other yellow. His shirt is made of bright blue fabric, his pants are a beautiful shade of purple. His shoes are orange and look very fancy, and he wears a pair of spectacles that are tinted all the colors of the rainbow. As he walks down the streets, he lightly taps a young woman with purple hair, and then he suddenly has purple hair and she has green hair. He continues to skip down the streets, exchanging colors with everyone he sees until he looks like a completely different person, with purple hair, blue and orange eyes, green shoes, a red shirt, and yellow pants. Behind him, people are starting to yell in fright as they notice that their clothing, hair, and eyes have changed color. The young man winks at them, and lightly taps everyone he stole from, returning them to their normal colors, leaving him with ordinary blonde hair, brown eyes, and regular black clothing. He continues to walk down the streets, careful not to bump into anyone.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"So... you are a researcher-mage? Dang. When/why/how did this--" he waves his hands in the general direction of the outfit, staff, and grimoires "--happen?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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<Gotta go dog sit.>
<See you later!>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
She smiles slightly. “My studies have lead me to dark places. And now, death itself bows down to me.” She doesn’t elaborate. This… -she probably isn’t human anymore- just stares at him with a smile, her eyes holding uncountable secrets.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*bye!*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account!
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Yo Arch wanna rp?*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*I can. I’m back now.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Hey Circle. Posted an intro above.*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
Sitting nearby a 15 year old mage with shaggy hair the color of water and blue eyes is focusing on what appears to be air.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Beautiful hair. May I take it?” He asks, a wide smile on his face.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
He laughs. “No.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I’m not joking, friend!”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“You couldn’t take it, it’s not a wig.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I cannot take the hair itself, but I can take the color.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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He laughs. He is still focusing on the air.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Why do you keep laughing?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Why not?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
On a shaded balcony off an expensive inn located in the finer section of town, a man swishes his drink around in the glass as he yet again considers more possibilities for the answer to a question he has spent nearly his whole adult life chasing. His name is Loschen, and compared to other mages, he seems pretty ordinary. Dark grey hair. Dark grey overcoat. Dark, grey eyes. Never dark enough to be seen as threatening, but dark enough to blend into the shadows and fade into crowds. He doesn't want to stand out, at least not yet. If he and his work became popular, he'd have too many additional pressures to solve something that might take many more decades.
Magic can be split into two core components: Creating, and changing. The conjuration of magical energy is where the simplest forms of magic reside; basic offensive and defensive spells. Creation of items is slightly more advanced; you're summoning and changing magical energy into an object. Creation of living creatures is even harder. You're summoning and changing magical energy to create both a material form and autonomy, imbuing excess energy as a soul. Advanced schools of magic also rely on these principles, as evocation is summoning and then manipulating elements, and necromancy is creating magical energy to put into dead vessels. You can also use magical energy to change without creating, of course. Basic transmutation is turning one object into magical energy, and then when tangible, shifting it to another, or one creature into another, which is just as easy as the soul is typically untouched. Advanced transmutation involves, like summoning creatures, giving autonomy to an object, or suspending it from a creature, to change them between those states, but the removal or implication of a soul is equally challenging. Then, changing the visual properties of an object, like invisibility or colour changes, involves a bit more finesse, as you're having to alter the matrices of the magical energy in a material to change its properties, but it all can be done. After that transmutation starts to range into illusion, using magical energy to form intangible objects out of nothing, which then starts to range into enchantment, using magical energy to change what influences a mind. Divination is the only school of magic that strays from this theme, but it isn't direct interference with magical energy, only the interpretation of patterns and shifts to see what is destined. All other direct spells come back to those two key concepts; to create, and to change.
However, Loschen wants to find a spell, or found an entire school, that will complete that trifecta. To create, to change, and to destroy. No one spell can instantaneously erase something entirely; advanced transmutation might allow one to cast a disintegration spell to turn anything into ash or dust, but there is no one spell that allows the caster to simply destroy something on a whim. Loschen has his hypothesises however; it's easier to create objects than it is life, about the same to alter the properties of objects and creatures, and so therefore he feels it makes sense that as the antithesis of creation, pure destruction spells would be able to destroy life easier than objects. Creatures have an inbuilt magical energy source after all, being the soul, so that's at least something the caster can target and terminate, or implode. It's this theorum that Loschen is wanting to prove.
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“I am telling the truth!”
*gtg*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Are you though.”
*Wamp!*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.