EliteCommander

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I find wards to be a sufficient defense. They don't detract greatly from training, and anyone can learn to have them.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I was under the impression that anyone could have wards, and that it wouldn't detract greatly from one's learning. If not, well...that's how it should be.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Wards are the defense against psychomancy. It is a specialized defense that any mage can access, in addition to the abilities of their own blood. All of the teachers and high level mages have them, and it hasn't seemed to have affected their learning.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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Ah, but is it fair that one player is far more effective than another? What's the point of being an Herbamancer when you can just be a Psychomancer and have free, easy access to a cheap way to basically kill anyone?

@Freeshooter92

It would be, if that were actually the case.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I disagree with you. This isn't a video game, power creep isn't really a bad thing here. Our enemies are as tough as the GMs want to make them, so having more capabilities just gives us more options. Reworking so many things isn't necessary, we just have to make sure that each blood has some good defenses.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei was carrying nothing of consequence on her which she would need to bring along, especially considering that Galsek was now dead. Harriet's collar was built to handle a transformation, and its enchantment could be activated by a specific phrase from Meesei, so she was ready to transform along with the others. Meesei drank her remaining magicka potion and buried her equipment with the others before quickly transforming.

The warband set out as quickly as possible towards the clan, though as usual, Meesei was cautious. She stayed near the front and kept a sharp eye out over the horizon. She could certainly believe that Galsek was lying in some fashion, even in death, so she could not rule out the possibility that they still might be ambushed. There might be no lodge or lycan hunters, or perhaps the lycan hunters were coming for them, instead of the clan. Anything was possible, so she was on her guard. Running up alongside Oswall, she spoke to him between breaths. "Stay alert...an ambush is still...possible."

Ahnasha rushed up alongside Darahil as he left the room, with notable impatience in every step. "It is hard to say; it depends on what path they take up the mountain. It was a large group, so we should have enough time if we hurry, if they are coming here at all. We could not wait around to see which direction the hunters were going. They could either be heading west, towards us, or east towards the warband. I send another runner to warn the warband. Still, we need to form the defense. I will be at the gates soon, there is...something I must do." Ahnasha explained, not waiting for confirmation before she suddenly sprinted off in the direction of their room.

The heavy footsteps of Ahnasha's beast form could be heard echoing down the hall as she ran towards their room. Kaleeth, who had been rubbing Leaps' stomach while Sabine put Rhazii to sleep, looked up curiously as the sound grew louder. Suddenly, Ahnasha burst through the old Ayleid door, immediately waking Rhazii with the noise and causing him to cry. For once in her life, however, Ahnasha actually did not care about upsetting her son.

"Sabine, Kaleeth, you need to get to safety, as far from the entrance as possible! There may be lycan hunters coming here, a large force of them." Ahnasha shouted the moment the door was open.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Here are my thoughts. I of course think that all characters of all bloods should feel like they can be useful, in roughly the same proportions. There shouldn't be one that really dominates, but I think you might be going about that the wrong way. I don't think it is worth it to lose variety in favor of closing off every bit of potential for abuse. We're all friends here, after all, and we can deal with those issues individually.

I think it might be possible to "over-balance." To think about every detail of what every blood can do that you drive yourself crazy. Personally, I like the potent magic. I like the idea that we have this great potential. When I see a fight between a master aeromancer and a master geomancer, I'd like to see a mage bringing down the sky to meet the earth rising up against him. I'd like to see the forest turning against a pyromancer who is scorching the earth hot enough to melt the rocks as they try to get to the herbamancer. When we get all of these master bloods fighting with and against each other, I'd like it so seem like reality is tearing itself apart, because I think that it would make the RP all the more interesting. I like being able to be creative with my abilities, and it really does not matter how much power our characters can potentially have, because the enemy has mageblood too. They will have all the same powers and abilities as us, if not more.

Instead of trying to nerf everything into balance, I say "balance-up." Make sure that every mageblood has some kind of strong defense against other magebloods, some way to absorb or avoid damage, so that master level fights don't end in two seconds. I haven't had time to think in depth about every single blood, but I'm certainly willing to. If we work together, I think we can make sure that each blood has a compelling and potent defense against each of the others. That would certainly be easier than trying to rebalance everything.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Hey, just got home not long ago. I need to finish up a project, then I'll respond as soon as I can.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Though Meirin seemed embarrassed by it, Ssarak was glad that she had explained why she had given him the roses. Giving another flowers was an unfamiliar tradition to him, seeing as there were no flowers to give in his homeland. It was a custom that he would be sure to keep in mind for the future. He gladly accepted them, and smiled in thanks while she got herself situated.

Ssarak of course noticed Meirin's uneasiness as she sat down. Her condition was something that was actually easy to forget about as of late, since her medicine was rather effective at mitigating the symptoms. He was already well-aware of her narcolepsy, so there was no need for him to ask if she was alright. Rather, he just addressed her question. "They were representatives of the Scorched Lands. Uicle asked me to speak to them, to gather information. What I learned from them does have rather dire implications for my homeland, but...well, there is no reason to worry about it at this very moment. I think we both deserve to be able to just...ignore these stresses, if only for a moment."

Pausing a moment, Ssarak looked around at the garden surrounding them, closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath. "This place has such vibrance, does it not? So full of life. Plants are a rarity in the Scorched Lands, and none have the color of these. I remember the first time I saw a forest. The caravan driver nearly abandoned me for how many times I stopped and stared in awe at every tree or plant."

Along with the many flowers and other plants, the garden had its share of bees, butterflies, and other insect life. Most insects tended to be annoying, more than anything, but from what Ssarak gathered, butterflies were a welcomed guest in most outings. Being simple-minded creatures, most insects were not difficult for a psychomancer to manipulate, at least not individually. Spotting one flying nearby, he held out his finger in front of Meirin, then compelled the colorful creature to land on it. "When a butterfly first landed on me, I actually started flailing my arm trying to get it off of me." He added with a chuckle. "I thought it was going to inject me with some manner of poison. Harmless creatures, even insects, are a rarity in my homeland. I am much more familiar with this place now, but I am sure it will not be long before I do something to completely embarrass myself in front of you. Do not worry, you have my permission to laugh, when it comes." Ssarak said with a grin.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha gave little more than a huff and a nod before running in deeper into the ruin. She desperately wanted to get to Rhazii, so she had to force herself to actually run to find either Darahil or Vera. Even if the sentries had sent runners, she had to be sure that the lietenants received the message. That bit of rationality was the only thing preventing her form heading straight to her son. Since the scholar's loft was closer to their room, she sprinted for the loft, yielding for no one in the hallways. As she was still in her beast form, most were very quick to get out of her way, apart from one Bosmer she nearly knocked to the floor.

Ahnasha barged into the scholar's loft, unconcerned with whatever she might be interrupting. She did not even bother to check if the runner had already arrived before she began shouting. "Darahil! We found a group of lycan hunters, at least sixty strong. They may be heading this way."

Meesei looked down to Galsek's broken body. It was fortunate for him that she had been bluffing. She had indeed soul trapped him, but without a black soul gem nearby to absorb it, his soul simply went to its intended destination, wherever that might be. Disregarding his corpse, Meesei nodded to Harriet, then headed off in a sprint back in the direction of the warband.

Since the warband had not been moving at a particularly rushed pace, it did not take too long for them to catch back up, at which point Meesei immediately shouted for Oswall's attention. "Find a place to hide whatever equipment we cannot carry, hurry! We need to transform, and get back to the clan as quickly as possible. There are lycan hunters heading for the clan, and we need to reinforce them."