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[Shadowclaw777]

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Anduin Chrysalos
Physical Appearance: A wizened man who seems quite lithe and skinny and still care about his appearance it seems. He isn't balding or have grey hair, yet he has short trimmed playboy golden hair with blue eyes. He always likes to wear a royal blue robes to address to his wisdom and skill, and make sure the youngling adhere to him with respect!
Personality: While being insecure about his age and appearance and can't accept death, he sure is childish even as senior citizen. However he still is a shrewd diplomat and conversation talker, though he lacks seriousness with his words and expressions.
Primary Skill: Dualism (the art of duality in everything!, life and death, light and darkness, etc and finding control and balance between the two! It likes to talk a lot about spectrums and finding a intermediate choice between the two ends.)
Secondary Skill: Umbramancy
Tertiary Skills: Psychology (Anduin is well versed in the biological and mental processing of the human brain, and is still effective at giving life-reflecting questions!) + Charisma
Proof of Genius: He is the guild's preferred diplomat and connoisseur of royal goods and performed this job right after adolescence. He hasn't made a single customer questioned or not accept a guild's offer when he's the mediator of the deal. Many believe he utilizes magic to amplify his social capability, but no one else ever found out.

[Tiruin]

AN IRONY OWL^TM GAME!

Also may I complain about how and why 'spiders' came mentioned out of nowhere but are a magic form in itself? Hello arachnophobia. Jumping spiders are cool; web spinners aren't. I just hope the vision capacities of both are taken into account.

Also I read 'Hag' magic as 'Hug' magic, because it made sense in comparison to everything else written instead of the former, and yet wondered how despicable hugs could even be seen in a world like this.

Spoiler: My Sheet! (click to show/hide)

Name: Cio Cioae
Physical Description: Cio appears to be a woman largely fancied with fitting and fashionable robes and scarves (as she is always seen in a light colored robe and scarf combination, to the weather or to the mood of day), with a fancy book on her person which may not look fancy at all to anyone else. Her appearance would generally scream "rob me I'm probably rich", if it were not for her mundane physicality and air of respect or approchability.
Personality: She acts and appears as everyone's kind, encouraging, and supporting grandmother in her character, concerned about their well-being, and generally seen as the most harmless thing. Despite being only a young adult, her acumen in knowledge and wit comes to bear in deeper dialogue.
Primary Skill: Air Magic
Secondary Skill: Prophecy
Tertiary Skill: Life Magic; Illusion
Proof of Genius: Thoughtfulness has been a notion that is available to everyone, yet inexhaustible in its potential once specified, harnessed, and focused into an actual practice. Cio's background before her rise and acknowledgement of genius, was but a humble brewer (of tea and other light, and nice drinks) and herbalist--of course this was merely background to her works and wholly explicit from her eccentric or energetic mannerisms and ideas--her creation of riddlebooks and insightful narrative writings and works have been a somewhat common sight in her time, with herself credited (by others, not by her) as the head figure of furthering narrative insight in different cultures, through poems, riddles, koans, parables, or other statements that seem out of context but have its own context that can be generally applied, only with thoughtfulness to its application. Her proof of genius was most known in her efforts as a writer and trascriber.

Her background as a philologist, meteorologist, guild transport handler, elementary teacher, and discoverer of several mental techniques in understanding society and the humane method of thinking are, otherwise, of lesser achievement in comparison on how dazzling books could be to peasants and to the academia scholastica. Tangentially, she is (unkindly) more well-known for the subculture of 'coffee' drinking and its connection to literary exposé within many industrial societies as of today, purely from unintended factors.

[Egan_BW]

Oh dear, I failed to see this. If you could please not start without me while I hack together a character that would be nice. D:

Spoiler: behold! (click to show/hide)

Name: Lucia Haiieitta, High Lady of Magely Management (or: Lucy from HR)
Physical Description: Dull red hair kept in a tight bun, greenish hazel eyes. Not unusually tall, but strangely imposing in stature. Normally wears the very official and gaudy black-with-red-trim robes of the Mages Guild Internal Affairs. Probably a local to this area, judging from her looks.
Personality: She likes to think of herself as the only sane person in the guild, but that's not exactly true. She is, quite rightly, paranoid as hell about things exploding in the guild, and will follow up on anything she thinks could be a threat. And if she is totally convinced something is a threat, she will stop at nothing to neutralize it, including murder and coverup. She's not in the guild for power or for knowledge, but because she knows that there's nothing more dangerous than wizards without any guidance.
Primary Skill: Espionage (or: the art of information compartmentalization. Nobody should really look too far into the Mages Guild's finances, sometimes bodies need to get hidden, and gods only know what might happen if wizards started sharing notes. So, letters get burned, corpses buried under the wrong names, and witnesses paid off (or shot.) And besides, this is just the right sort of thing to teach future rulers if you don't want them getting killed by fucking chocolates or something.)
Secondary Skill: Oathmaking (for when you absolutely, positively, really need to physically prevent someone from even being able to consider setting your office on fire. Also potentially useful for pacifying summoned creatures without pissing off the potent wizard who "made" it.)
Tertiary Skill 1: Death Touch (a relatively minor and focused school of Death magic, focused entirely on turning living to dead with minimal complication. Fire, Water, Ice, Earth, and Electricity all have great potential for collateral damage; if you want something dead why not go straight to the source. Once drawback is that most applications require the caster to physically touch the victi- ahem, subject of the magic, hence Death "Touch")
Tertiary Skill 2: Corvid Magic (Turning into a crow, speaking with crows, making a really loud CAW sound, and other raveny things. Hey, everyone needs a hobby. And it turns out that ravens make excellent spies...)
Proof of Genius: Keeping the Mages Guild mostly unexploded for over 15 years! Oh gods, I've been here that long?!

[Nirur Torir]

Let's see, what would the council most hate ..

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Name: Mordred, Hero of the People!
Physical Description: A charming blond man, young and fit. He has a brilliant white smile, and likes posing dramatically.
Personality: He has strange ideas about "democracy," "helping" peasants, and generally causing trouble for the nobles who rightfully rule.
Primary Skill: Public Speaking - A critical skill for inciting feelings of one's life being worth something, inciting rebellion against real people, or persuading an invicited mob into doing something.
Secondary Skill: Polling Magic - A strange blend of group mind-magic, with unpredictable buffs and debuffs. Allows one to see a specific opinion of a group, such as seeing how a town one is trying to help feels about rescuing a damsel, or how one's subordinates feel about the price of fish. Can use the unified weight of perceptions to propagate an aetheric effect on a living being - A troll king might get even stronger, or perhaps becomes stupider.
Tertiary Skill: Novice Tactics + Sacrifice Magic.
Proof of Genius: Is responsible for the creation of the nearby Free People's Union and the War of the Free People's Union Against the Oppressive Crown. Is technically, ultimately, responsible for the creation of nearby Untouchable Wastes in what was once fertile farmland.

[DolosusDoleus]

Let's go. No good can come of any of this.

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Ozvaldo Von Aubry
Physical Description: Ozvaldo is not an attractive man. His tiny, screwed up eyes are hidden beneath the deep folds of his skin, his jaw juts out at such an angle it appears to be about to break off, he looks as though his nose has been broken several times, and the creases of his brow are so deep that one might suspect they are merely flaps of loose skin. He leans heavily on a cane, granting him an unsightly leer and enhancing his already ghoulish pallor.
Personality: The man is a grouch, plain and simple. He is abrasive, has terrible social skills, and seems to be one step away from punching someone in the face at any given time. The only thing that seems to give him any joy at all in his life is his research. Also copious amounts of drugs.
Primary Skill: Oathmaking
Secondary Skill: Summoning
Tertiary Skill 1: Gating
Tertiary Skill 2: Law. That is, managing legal disputes, writing contracts, negotiating agreements, and other such activities.
Proof of Genius: Ozvaldo is primarily responsible for writing all the contracts and deals involving hiring non-magical staff, writing magically-binding agreements with nobles and other guilds, and keeping the other mages from getting thrown in jail until the end of time due to their various magical shenanigans. Also for somehow not getting killed by an angry mob for keeping the other mages out of jail.

[IronyOwl]

Turn 0: Boundless Enthusiasm

The young Princess Marcille is truly a sight to behold. She is princessy, by definition, whatever those qualities may be. You are informed that she is vigorously, thoroughly, and entirely 100% human, which isn't your forte but you're willing to learn. She has an age, apparently, as the council responded negatively to inquiries as to whether she was beyond time.

Otherwise, you have no idea what you're looking at, and thus paw for it all the more intensely, trying to get a hold of it before your colleagues.

The poor man who brought her looks as though he's hyperventilating, and repeats some nonsense from the council about mandatory vacations and vast sums of money. Ha! You assure him that you are beyond bribery and shall not rest until you have crafted the best princess ever! Possibly literally, with ample golemwork and the assistance of vile entities beyond mortal comprehension! Or with some kind of arthropodic goo known for its exotic properties! Or perhaps simply by taping a sign to your latest project and hoping the Council is heavily distracted that day!

The man swoons and nearly faints. Well, one can only handle so much relief in one day, you suppose.

Anyway, you have work to do!


Currently Active Mages
Nallihen Talandr, Dragon of DOOOOOOOM! (Caellath)
Maxime Pfeiffer, Mad Scientist (NJW)
Nji, Horrifying Cheapskate (Secheral)
Enoch, Best Priest (randomgenericusername)
Dennis the Mage, Cucumber Lord (enemy post)
Archeux "Archie" Venison, Professor (OceanSoul)
Cio Cioae, Beatnik (Tiruin)
Mordred, Hero of the People! (Nirur)

Registered But Inactive Mages
Mathelius the Ever-Angry, Responsible Angry Old Person (ziizo)
Jhin the Arcane, Neurotic Procurer (Doomblade)
Luark Ambereye, Life Mage (Roboson)
Jenkins, Seventh Eye of Isalgr'sheq (Atomic Chicken)
Anduin Chrysalos, Petty Diplomat (Shadowclaw)
Lucia Haiieitta, Secret Police (Egan)
Ozvaldo Von Aubry, Grouchy Old Man (Dolosus)

Spoiler: Current Guild Layout (click to show/hide)

This is as clean as you could get the place prior to the princess' arrival. It's a small tower, to be sure, but the kingdom felt that enterprising wizards could expand the place if need be, and also that they didn't want to spend a lot of money rebuilding it every few months.

The smoldering remains of your previous guild halls glare disapprovingly at their lack of faith.

Spoiler: Current Players (click to show/hide)

Nallihen Talandr (Caellath)
Healthy
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+3 Adept Polymorpher (0/16)
+2 Apprentice Vitamancer (0/8)
+1 Novice Resilient (0/4)
+1 Novice Charismatic (0/4)
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The Great Crab: Worshiped by a nearby cult of terrified peasants who occasionally leave offerings to The Briny One. Attempts to explain that he is an evil and fearsome dragon rather than an arctic crab have failed.

Maxime Pfeiffer (NJW)
Healthy
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+3 Adept Psychoarthropodist (0/16)
+2 Apprentice Subterfugist (0/8)
+2 Apprentice Gemcrafter (0/8)
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Overlouse: Seems to have some kind of cultural or spiritual significance to the dream lice now infesting the tower, and who will occasionally leave her strange offerings or... maybe just garbage for her to take out? She's not really sure.

Nji (Secheral)
Healthy
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+3 Adept Mycomancer (0/16)
+2 Apprentice Life Mage (0/8)
+2 Apprentice Dagon Priest (0/8)
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Above the Law: Your reckless disregard for civility and law has earned you a fearsome reputation as a ruthless outlaw, not to be lightly crossed.

Enoch (randomgenericusername)
Healthy
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+3 Adept Dagon Priest (0/16)
+2 Apprentice Archarus Priest (0/8)
+2 Apprentice Hag Magic (0/8)
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Starsucker: Has a knack for sucking nightmarish abominations into the world. Does not have a knack for controlling nightmarish abominations.

Archeux "Archie" Venison (OceanSoul)
Healthy
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+3 Adept Academic (0/16)
+2 Apprentice History Mage (0/8)
+1 Novice Enchanter (0/4)
+1 Novice Polymorpher (0/4)
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Arkanikon: Has glimpsed the terrible truths of basic magic and recorded these unspeakable secrets into a blasphemous tome, available at most book shops and read widely by children. Has more familiarity with basic and intermagic principles, and haunted by swarms of living and ghostly children wanting autographs and deeper fell knowledge.

Cio Cioae (Tiruin)
Healthy
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+3 Adept Air Mage (0/16)
+2 Apprentice Prophet (0/8)
+1 Novice Life Mage (0/4)
+1 Novice Illusionist (0/4)
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Philosopher: Renowned as a guru and philosopher, granting improved understanding of foreign, sometimes downright alien and inexplicable, psychology and conditions.

Mordred (Nirur)
Healthy
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+3 Adept Public Speaker (0/16)
+2 Apprentice Poll Mage (0/8)
+1 Novice Tactician (0/4)
+1 Novice Sacrificer (0/4)
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Noble Hero: Celebrated as a noble hero, especially by the vile aristrocracy and hungry wraiths of the Untouchable Wastes.

[Egan_BW]

((I'll show you! I'll be so attentive and supporting of this game that it causes one of the PCs to DIE, and then you'll have no choice but to pick me as a replacement! Ahahahaha!))

[Secheral]

Nji gently - but with great haste - trods towards the princess. "Welcome child. Do not scared, for you are in good and responsible hands. Now, first things first. As your first mentor I must impart to you a most vital skill for any princess, prince or member of the royal line. Now, observe." With a flourish of hands he points towards the ground and generates a mushroom with a large umbrella. In somber silence he tears it by the stem and presents it to the princess. "This shall be your weapon. The enemy is a group of bandits disguised as giant spiders in the basement. Squash them before they break and/or steal all our stuff, but be careful not to kill them. If they die, they can't pay taxes."

[Caellath]

The dragon-hybrid of dubious threat level steps forward after the mage guild receives their newest delivery, and he wastes no time in introducing himself. Actually he does, if only to puff himself up like a peacock preparing to show what he's got.

"Greetings, Princess Marcille. I am Nallihen Talandr, Black Dragon of Doom!!!" Despite the fact he's speaking, it's almost possible to count the amount of exclamation marks Nallihen used to try and put emphasis on his theoretically impressive credentials. They'd be much more impressive as soon as he showed her his amazing powers, though. "You will respect me and in return I will impart my amplearcane knowledge unto you!" Yes, it was probably better than trying to convince those damned peasants he wasn't a gigantic arctic crab.

Gods-damned peasants and their crabby cults.

Teach the princess some Vitamancy. Also use the opportunity to heal her using Vitamancy in case things go pear-shaped.

[Tiruin]

((Goodness Cookies. Everyone else has an awesome title. Mine is slang.
An "Instrumentalist" is okay too!

Also uh, are we...hum! What's our goal here other than taking care of the 100%-proof of human, human?

...Wait, are we wizards in the theme of 'We know many things' and treat mundane things as if they're esoteric? Because that's the dialogue-theme I've been detecting ever since, backedup by the first paragraph.

...Well! Eccentricity, ho! :3))

Cio hears the rambling of a noble, tired soul on the floor above. On this sunny day, she finds herself tidying up the mage tower (or what is left of its refurbished and remade state), whisking her air magic to get those spots of dust, dirt, and tiny nice spiders off to somewhere more beneficial for them, like the soil outside and the plants in the blooming garden. Or what should be a garden!

She climbed back upstairs, whisking her scarf around her neck, giving the princess and anyone else the image of a fashionable adventuress ready for winter, and-...stops. Nallihen seems to be taking the time to tutor the princess already!

The (planned) garden outside seemed to be a good spot, though, to start her lesson.

Cio teaches the importance of compassion--a precursor with life magic and starting up "princess' first garden" outside the mage tower, of course; these lessons are partially important everywhere else.

And, if the princess is occupied, she works on the ground floor outdoors area, training her life magic for gardening and making produce (for abstracted money in the local market!)

If I can make an action after all that--organize a timeschedule for the Princess' lessons. (Probably a regular 1d6 to help everyone lesson her up)

[randomgenericusername]

"Greetings. I am Enoch. The stars have alinged and gods have chosen you as their prophet. My duty is to educate you in the priestly magic and grant you boundless knowledge not meant for mortal minds. You will learn how to manipulate the minds of the people. You will learn how to summon abominations as slaves. You will be able to become immortal and trascend time and space. You will become a god. One of many, weak gods.
And yet, you will still be nothing compared to the rest of the universe. Because reality is unreal, the dead can never die and the eternal dreamer will wake up from the dream. We are more insignificant than vermin itself. We are nothing more than just a figment of it's imagination. And when the dreamer, the daemon-sultan eternally asleep, the mass of chaos around which grotesque beings play infernal drums and blasphemous flutes, and the blind idiot which rests on the black throne in the ultimate, nuclear chaos; when he wakes up, reality ends. And the unspeakable being will shrug it off as a bad dream. Because reality was a mistake in his eyes.

But let's stop thinking of this grim, inevitable future of our existence. We have teaching to do."
Hmmmm... I think we should start with some lessons of Dagon magic. Everyone knows that some of the lesser gods rest in the depths of the sea, and it's reason why it has so much magical potential. Get some sea water and fish to start with some basic lessons. And with basic lessons, I mean summoning horrors from the depths. I feel the basement II would be perfect for summoning some deep ones or other nightmarish fish abominations.

[NJW2000]

Nji gently - but with great haste - trods towards the princess. "Welcome child. Do not scared, for you are in good and responsible hands. Now, first things first. As your first mentor I must impart to you a most vital skill for any princess, prince or member of the royal line. Now, observe." With a flourish of hands he points towards the ground and generates a mushroom with a large umbrella. In somber silence he tears it by the stem and presents it to the princess. "This shall be your weapon. The enemy is a group of bandits disguised as giant spiders in the basement. Squash them before they break and/or steal all our stuff, but be careful not to kill them. If they die, they can't pay taxes."

Maxime hastily interrupts Nji's monologue when he gets to the bit about giant spiders, and takes the mushroom away from her.

"This man is joking, my dear, the spiders are fine where they are, and besides that they are very small really. Apprentices do not clean out the basement on their first day, most especially not royal ones."

She then leaves Princess Marcille to the instruction of her fellow tutors, and picks up a tiny, unobtrusive parasite. She transforms the bug into something capable of understanding the princess's mental state when attached, and remotely transmitting the information to an onyx pendant for Maxime to read. The idea is that Maxime will be aware of when her charge is awake, asleep, terrified, in agony, or hypnotised by Unseelie bastards. Not intended to track location, as the growth of young minds requires some freedom and independence.

If there is any time left for Marcille which Maxime has charge of, she lets her wander around or stay in her room as she likes. Bug attached, naturally.

"...Also, someone should perhaps prevent Enoch from doing what he intends to."

[randomgenericusername]

"I'm just going to do some basic experiments on small fish and a bucket of sea water. What I intend to do is to teach her, something everyone should be trying to do. Isn't this what we were tasked with? Isn't this the only purpose of our current existence?"

[NJW2000]

"So you're not going to be making contact with sea gods from the fathomless depths? And you will look me in the eye when you say this?"

[randomgenericusername]

"Trying to contact a god directly it's just foolish. You could go insane just by hearing their breathing. I'm more focused on summonig the lesser beings of the seas. We don't want her to die yet."