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17 days ago
Current If I find out any of my writing partners are using AI to write their posts I'm gonna wind up on the news
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17 days ago
fuck
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1 mo ago
As long as you don't asspull the ability to shut off magic like ATLA did, then yeah ATLA is peak
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2 mos ago
every single writer on this website does a better job than joanne
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2 mos ago
Hello sir you dropped your inside thought
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But in a capital-S kinda way.


I invented necromancy and the windmill. I beat the sun in a poker match during the summer of 1273 and God hasn't felt the same since.


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Oh dear lord, more people. Why did there have to be this many people in one building? Now Kyrus felt awkward not saying much.

"I am Kyrus Lohenn. And yes, I'm here about a room. Any is fine, I'm not picky about it-" Oh, oh they're walking away now, Kyrus hurried along to keep pace with the group, taking care not to walk too close to those knightly constructs the one girl was puppetring around. They looked big, and that stuff looked heavy. Between the Harpy boy's wings, the statues, the seemingly blind girl using that puppet as a frankly ingenious aid, this place felt almost hard to breathe in. Kyrus kept up with the group, listening intently to the things everyone was saying to try and keep up with everyone and hopefully not forget something important that was being said. The first room needed to be dusted for what might've been days, but Kyrus was considering taking that one. Maybe, he thought. He didn't exactly have much cash to fill it with things but it was just a space to crash in. "Are those your constructs? They're impressive." He said to the Minerva girl, to strike up some sort of conversation with somebody. "I don't do constructs, but I do make things." He said, holding up his magic, mechanical arm. "Technosorcery."

@scrawls
Leah Jordan

Location: Gym
Skills: Punching things and throwing rocks
First Day Fit





"Okay, that works." Based on their fight a few minutes ago, Leah picked up on the fact that Andy had some decent footwork and knew how to stay light on her feet. There were typically two ways of dealing with the featherweights who mostly moved around their opponents: Option one was to be a rock that stayed still, only responding when they attack. It put them in an awkward spot where they had to be the aggressor and risk getting grappled by someone who could pummel them. Option two was to back them into a corner somehow, and cut off their escape so that they couldn't dodge. By making the only way out be through, they ran into the same problem as option two, except their opponent was the aggressor. By the looks of the way Andy was stood, Leah got the feeling that she wouldn't fall for option one.

Leah put her fists up to square and started closing in on Andy, moving in a swaying pattern. Left, right, left right. She was calculating just how she would immobilize her. And then she knew exactly what she'd do...







Shirik was likely one of the wisest living creatures on Kanth-Aremek. They lived a longer life than most Iriads did, witnessed and survived the day when the most impenetrable forest in the known world was burnt to ash, and because the very first person to discover Heat magic, as well as master it to its fullest potential. Shirik had wandered to virtually every corner of the planet in the last millennia, spoke every language and could tell an unquantifiable number of stories about the history of the places they have been.

And yet, right now, they were unequivocally flabbergasted by what they were witnessing. Kareet and this weird, fleshy thing were getting along somehow, bonding over... Numbers? "Hmm." The burning Iriad watched them for several moments up until the mention of aluminum. That was indeed a rare material, but how much of it was here? "This is her field, not mine." They said flatly, with a voice like a person who had smoked for 30 years. Shirik did, however, pay attention as they both "communicated" back and forth with numbers. Eventually, they got curious, and waved their hand in the air. Suddenly, flames danced around their fingers in the shapes of the numerical symbols that the foreigners wrote on the wall. II, I, and so on, were all floating around as Shirik used the same trick to make a grid, and noted what was what with letters from the S'Toric alphabet. To Kareet, or perhaps the Castigator, these were notes of some kind, that Shirik could interact with to help them grasp what was happening. To the humans, though, this may have been utterly terrifying, confusing, neither, or both.



Shirik hadn't considered introducing themselves, but Kareet and "Vigdis" were occupied somehow by trading curious little items. They looked at the Castigator and said, "Do you think this creature is alone?"





By the time Shirik had cleared away enough of the fire, they could see that Kareet went into a hole. That was unwise, but she was smart enough to handle herself. Shirik was starting to feel a little lightheaded, so they descended down to the hole where a contingent of soldiers began to form. Shirik touched the ground with a smattering of sparks that gave way to smoke as they reached for their staff that someone left in the dirt. The guards told them to make no sudden movements, but Shirik was too old to be listening to foot soldiers who gave orders. They wiped the dirt off their staff, and all the soot from their cloak, ignoring the soldier boy for several seconds before leaning on the staff more than usual. Flying was something best left to force mages, and Shirik was no such mage. Their hood was down, and the soldiers could see that Shirik had skin like bark, the same way an Iriad would. Except most Iriads didn't have flames lapping out from under their bark and where their eyes would be.

"I am Shirik of the Myriad. This is my companion, J'eon. We are here to investigate this object with a Seeker from Arcaeda, and I must go and ensure that she hasn't gotten herself killed. J'eon, if you'll excuse me." Perhaps the soldiers wanted to order the two mages to stay put, but if they did, Shirik promptly denied them that chance as they turned and trekked inwards, using their natural flaming body as a light source to see the way forward. Countless metal shapes, both twisted and shaped to impossible levels of skill gave way to what could've been a hall of some sort, where Shirik inevitably found Kareet and another soldier surrounded by spheres.

"I assume those are you soldiers outside. Kareet, have you lost your head? We know nothing of this construction, other than that it is damaged, and your first instinct is to run right into-" They stopped talking the moment they saw some weird, pink, vaguely person-shaped creature holding some sort of object. There were living things in this crash. It looked like a S'Tor, only shorter and with less scales on its skin.

"Who is this...?" They asked with a substantially less harsh tone.

@Omega Man bruh I told you to tag me when you were alive again...


Oh shit its Dizzy

HI DIZZY
Leah Jordan

Location: Swords > Gym
Skills: Punching things and throwing rocks
First Day Fit





Swords were cool and all, but at the end of the day, there was no greater weapon than a person's own two fists. Leah preferred to just beat her opponents senseless than use fancy swords or magic hammers. Andy seemed to like punching people too, so the two of them were on their way to the gym for a boxing match. Leah went off to change, and when she came back, she was in a black tank top and sweatpants rather than a large winter jacket. To call Leah shredded would be an understatement. The girl had a superhuman amount of muscle to spare. Her arms looked firm enough to be hiding solid rock under her skin. And given her powers... She probably was. She also had boxing gloves on.

And to make sure Andy didn't disintegrate her hands completely upon getting a swing on Leah, she managed to tie that sandpaper she called hair into something shorter. It was the messiest bun anyone had ever put their hair up unto, and no one could easily tell that it was actually three loose buns because of just how much hair she had, but Leah's hair wouldn't put Andy's skin and flesh in harm's way anymore. Normally, Leah liked to let her hair grow as long as possible because proved useful in a fight given the way it ate up whatever touched it. But right now, she wasn't Jotunn, she was just Leah, so there was no need to delete someone's hand from the universe.

"I mostly just do MMA, but I'm cool with whatever you feel like. I'm ready whenever you are."


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