Rune_Alchemist

We be Wizards [D&D 5e] (Everyone died, applications inside!)

Isilfarrel Mornelis

We be Wizards [D&D 5e] (Everyone died, applications inside!)

@Lucius Cypher
Allllright, after much deliberation, brainstorming, and finally getting my lazy butt in gear I finally finished writing up the entrance exam. I think I got everything right, and I realize I could have probably done some flashier things with the spells buuuut I feel like this suits Isil a bit.

Well, either way do tell me if I messed up anywhere. Changed a few things in Isil's Character sheet, mostly in her history section and added the rest of those memorized spells.

Isilfarrel Mornelis

Entrance Exam

Finally! She had arrived in the Arcanaeum after so many weeks of travel. Ugh, life outside the temple had not been fun. Though she had left on lukewarm terms, the sycophants still saw fit to give her a modest well wishing for her leaving. Pathetic, really. They were glad to have her gone, she knew it. Their words and actions spoke volumes of their thoughts, and she wouldn't let herself be jerked around by them and their so called god any more. No. she had found a God that was far more...ambitious.

First things first, was passing the entrance exams. She had expected things to be difficult, but things for the most part at the moment didn't seem so, but this was just the first of many tests. Running through the pages and taking a brief check of the contents revealed it to be nothing more than a general aptitude test. Easy enough. Math, writing, and reading were natural to her. Far more so than trying to rely on weak deities for power.

Heading back to the first page, Isil began filling in the answers. With her background in education at a temple of Billant, she was very confident in her abilities to impress. Might as well even show off all of her known languages and intellect.

"The average air speed velocity...Unladen Swallow? Cormbac redtail or Eastern? However, for an actual answer you would first need to calculate the ground speed versus the wind speed..." The answer went on to indeed, thoroughly math and logic out the speed of an unladen swallow.

The next most stand out parts of the test were fairly simple. Just how well versed in other languages she was. Elvish, Common, and Dwarvish were fairly easy. Spoken on a fairly regular basis. Abyssal and Celestial however, was slightly more difficult. Celestial was something common in the clergy, but only used for ceremonial purposes most of the time. It was easy enough, but she had to go back and make a few corrections. Abyssal was...something she learned much more recently. Something she wasn't familiar with just yet.

Hopefully however, that wold be enough.

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There, that should do it for her general knowledge. Answers given and accounting for. The next part was a little trickier, but of course, it was no problem for one as learned as her. A free form application testing your knowledge. Well, she was well versed in both history and arcana from years of study, but sticking to her strengths were going to achieve far better results. Religious topics were her forte, after all, and she had quite the vast repertoire of knowledge available.

A brief report on the history of Tzaan and his banishment

"A brief report on the history of the god Tzaan and his banishment.

Let me preface this report by saying that I realize this is a rather touchy subject for many people. History regarding the god of Betrayal is, for whatever reason rarely documented or recorded. A gross oversight, really, as even something so unquestionably evil should be recorded and studied. After all, as all mages should know Knowledge is power, and the more information you have on your foes the easier it is to outwit them. That said, with as little room as I have, I will attempt to both reveal some information I acquired through independent study as well as potentially raise questions about the true nature of the God of Curses, and the mystery surrounding his banishment from the Pantheon.

Lets start with a question. Why Aarem? He is also considered an evil god, is he not? So why is he still part of the pantheon. A simple conclusion is easy to make form this. Tzaan has either done something so heinous to cause the other gods to purge him, or perhaps the God was unjustly removed as the other gods feared his power, and out of jealousy sought to diminish his power. It's difficult to really say. Such things are unfortunately lost to the annals of history. What I can say, however, is what I have gleaned from many hours of study. A more complete history of events than most records these days have access too. The three main reasons for Tzaan's banishment.

From records I have dug up from various theological sources, I have deduced and pieced together the events took place years ago before written history, and before even Wizards such as ourselves even existed. During the Age of Gods, when gods could even visit the realm in mortal form. The first perceived offense he allowed to happen, were to let his minions attack and take over domains and control from other gods. As even the most green Acolyte would know, there are many divine laws in place that prevent gods form combating one another, yet their followers are allowed too without too much interference aside from the normal boons they grant their clerics. Yet, this is not too damning, is it? It is no secret both competition and negative feelings exist between one gods disciples and the next. I have done my best to enlighten this subject more, but to no avail.

The second, was Tzaan's perceived problems with the other gods. Duuri, specifically. Ever so apathetic goddess of Madness. Some could perhaps argue, she's even too mad to even do her divine duties properly. One could say she would be the better one to remove from the Pantheon. While history is vague, Tzaan could have merely wished to get rid of something unneeded or unnecessary. There are some indications that some agreed, but the only reason this was not done, is simply more disagreed.

The third perceived offense was when Tzaan's followers attempted through sheer devotion and conquest to manifest him in the physical realm. A major breach of divine and mortal law, certainly. Anyone could say that it would cause much destruction if such a thing were to occur successfully. It is really difficult to say what Tzaan's goal here was. If it was simple destruction for the sake of it and destruction for the sake of power, then why. With any being, whether they be gods or mortals, there is always a reason. An underlying driving force for their actions.

In the end, this is not intended to be anything more than a report to raise questions and share potentially unknown knowledge with my peers. Again, I realize this is a highly debated subject but if we do not learn from history, we will simply repeat its failures."

Putting down her pen, Isil looked over her written work once more. A quick proofreading and making sure she didn't forget anything too important, and she decided she was done. There, that should get the higher ups attention. Even if they didn't by anything or everything, they should realize on some level she was both dedicated and willing to learn even the most exotic and unknown topics. Now, there was just one exam left - the magical aptitude test.

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Finally, it was the magical aptitude test. A test of her practical skills. Using the few spells and cantrips she had at her disposal. Admittedly, as a normally by the books person Isil considered this was going to be her worst area. She needed to excel, but what could she do to stand out from the rest of the rabble? A quick mental check of all the spells and cantrips she knew as she was ushered into the test room.

Mage hand. Prestidigitation. Minor Illusion. Firebolt. How to use them all effectively? Minor Illusion and Prestidigitation were likely going to be her best friend in the exam. Mage hand was mostly used for utility. Firebolt was merely an offensive spell. Her spells...Protection from Evil and Good, Grease, Jump, Shield, Mage Armor, and Magic Missile. She had mostly been training to help people - magical effects that would benefit others. Something she was going to correct as soon as she was able to study.

Her thoughts were interrupted as it became her turn to show her skill. She gripped the wand she had been given to perform the exam tightly. Well, it was either now or never. The testing area was an open field. Some of the other students had their locales changed via illusions, but Isil wanted to keep things simple and practical. She didn't want to muddy things with some fancy acrobatics or a show. Magic was a tool for power, nothing more, nothing less. All she wanted A few fake target dummies set up on the opposite end of the field.

Ugh, this mage robe was fairly uncomfortable.

"Right then, Isil, just as you practiced..." She spoke, mostly to reassure herself.

When she was given the signal to begin, Isil made her first move. The dummy moved, beginning to walk towards her with its wooden sword in hand. Even if it was a simple illusion, she shouldn't get careless. First thing was first. Making a few arcane gestures with the wand she had been loaned, she cast her first spell - Grease. A patch of slippery grease splattered onto the ground underneath the dummy. With the sudden action, the dummies's footing became less steady until it took one step and fell flat on its face and lose the grip on its sword.

Quickly, she moved to cast another spell. A wave of her wand, and an illusory wall appeared in front of Isil. At first, nothing seemed to have happened - but for any watching from the Dummies side of the field would immediately noticed something. Isil seemingly had vanished. The illusory wall was a simple one, but on the surface of that wall,she had copied what was behind it, thus giving the illusion there was no wall there and one could easily see the area behind it.

Getting back to its feet, Isil relaxed slightly as the wooden dummy looked around for its target who seemingly seemed to have vanished. Grease and Minor Illusion taken care of. Next should be firebolt...as soon as the dummy turned around, Isil stood from her crouch, waving her wand once more, she cast Firebolt - the ball of fire launching itself from her wand and slamming into the dummy. Immediately she ducked behind her illusory wall once more, leaving the Dummy to wonder where it had come from.

While it fumbled around, Isil cast one more spell, this time on herself, the simple 'Jump' spell. Now she just needed to get the things attention. Dispelling the Minor Illusion, Isil revealed herself to the dummy, who soon found its target once more. It came walking at her, the greasy ground still beneath it. In one swift motion she cast one more cantrip - Prestidigitation. A small blindfold appeared around the dummies head, completely blocking off its vision long enough for it to completely miss Isil, and loose its footing on the grease once more before sliding and falling to the ground some distance away. Using her Mage Hand, she grabbed its weapon before it could reclaim it and finally, finished it off with one more fireball.

Slumping her shoulders and sighing, Isil felt drained. Well, she doubted it'd be the flashiest or most creative use, but she didn't care. She wasn't here for petty parlor tricks and shows. She was here to learn so she could finally get those traitors...

Oh boy this Nat 20 for the second test. There goes the rest of my luck for the game.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

What are you guys talking about

its an excellent disguise

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

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Lia listened quietly to everything, but mostly Pox. That was only a theory. Nothing proven. Multiple worlds existing and whatnot. Old religions stated the Machine Gods came from an entirely different place, but it was usually passed off as simple religious zeal. The point made by Pox however, was beginning to make sense...which meant...she was no longer in Ivorthain. Lia's shoulders visibly slumped, a crestfallen gaze overcoming her features as she turned to Nale.

"...No." She quietly replied to Nale. "Well...I don't remember who built me. Or anything from before the time Master Baylock found my barely functioning body and core and repaired it. Though, he told me never to go to the place I was found. He never gave a straight answer and I never pried." She gazed down at one of her hands. "And yes, much like a human body my own has its own needs and maintenance. I do not require food nor sleep, but I must do routine maintenance to make sure my gears are not worn or damaged. I am made from a highly magnetic cobalt alloy so I am not easy to damage...but repairs are annoying. Without proper machine making tools..." Her voice trailed off, falling silent once more.

The stranger that had rescued them taking to writing something on the table with blood. Well, desperate times and measures and all that. He seemed most uncomfortable, and Lia wanted to give him a hug, but from what she could gather it was something about a gate being present and the next floor was near, and he'd be able to talk more there.

"...oh dear." Lia held a hand to her face as he proceeded to rather comically make his way up some stairs. It was actually kind of cute. "Well it is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Ahnciel." The Automaton gave a brief nod to her companions. "Hm...I think most of us can agree as soon as those two are finished checking the store rooms we should get moving."

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

I'm eager to see how Dirka takes this. Lets see what happens, shall we?

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

~~The Illuminator~~

Location:
Cy'Lathak
@Dealdric

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"Hmm? Lose my prophet?" Iva laughed, standing up as he gave Dirka poke on the forehead. "Ignorant child. You think I did this without plan or cause? Dirka, darling you give me too little credit! Breaking her mind is exactly what I wanted! And needed!" He waltzed slowly over to the both of them. "Besides...she is not suffering from Magic backlash, no no. This is the Libraries will. Our will. Little La-Zha's will. She knew what she was getting into." He would attempt to forcibly take Lazhria from Dirka.

"Quickly. I must return to the library remake her body while her mind is still malleable." The various Aho'Nohg that had been summoned alongside their creator had regained their senses and were slowly crowding around Dirka and the unconscious Lazhria. While they didn't seem hostile, Dirka would be able to tell this was not a subject Iva was going to budge on if Dirka refused.

We be Wizards [D&D 5e] (Everyone died, applications inside!)

The Gnome seems pretty good for getting us up to no good with side plot things.

The goblins, while fun, would have a very short lifespan if they tried to steal loot from Isilfarrel.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Alright, well, back from thanksgiving things

I'll get up a post tomorrow. My relatives gave me a migraine.

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

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Lia studied the man curiously as he went on to speak. Comrades? Them? Were they? That felt...wrong, to say right now, at least. He was quite the optimistic one, but perhaps that was what she needed. Baylock always told her to be more optimistic about things, but where was the point in that? Especially now, after he was...gone? Even so, the mans behavior and enthusiasm was, in part, seemingly mildly infectious.

"...I'll try to remember that," For the briefest of instants, a small smile seemed to appear on the lips of her face. The dozens of intricate pieces of metal that made her face plate making a facsimile of a smile. "Sir Pox." But it was gone in an instant as he went on to explain more of his House and origins. Blessed Isle? Thirteen Houses? Foreign, completely foreign. She had hoped that he was simply from across the seas, but no. Not even they had things named as such. Not that it mattered for now.

"Eh?" Lia recoiled slightly as he stepped forward, hands clasped together. His passionate, quick speaking was not unfamiliar to her, and if it was possible for a robot to blush at being called a 'marvel without compare', she'd be doing it. She might have been a custom model, but there were far prettier, or more functional out there than she was. She was just a servant, nothing less...nothing more.

"Aha...w-well," Lia's gaze turned away from Pox, a metal hand coyly running behind where her ears would have been had she been human. "That is quite alright. Master Baylock often told me I should be more curious myself." The automaton's expression returned to a neutral state as she continued in a mildly robotic and practiced tone. "I am indeed, an Automaton. Servitor Custom Model CH-71A. Designation Primalia. Repaired and returned to service by Master Baylock and his associates." A formal introduction. "I am unfamiliar with the terms you use. The Golden Lords...First age. Automaton were as numerous as humans were I am from." She paused, thinking for just a moment. "We are even worshiped as gods, as the Old Machines in certain parts of the world." Averting her gaze once more, she continued. "...but I am happy that you find me interesting."

Before any more jovial conversation could be had, however, they were interrupted by one of the other humans. A clattering of his sword on the table indicated mild annoyance? Impatience, perhaps. Uriel, did he say his name was? Certainly had a point.

"Uriel, was it?" Lia replied. "Shouting at our rescuer will get no results. Something seems to have happened to his words to prevent him from speaking. I'd say he'd have artificial vocal cords that were damaged...but after being introduced to magic here...perhaps a curse." A logical conclusion. "I also would like to know where we are though. This certainly isn't Ivorthain - magic like these creatures do not exist. Those bird...people do not exist, either. Only Humans and automatons such as myself."

We be Wizards [D&D 5e] (Everyone died, applications inside!)

Well, since everyone else is posting their CS's early. Here's my pretty much finished CS. I've gotta finish writing up the entrance exam, but I should have it tomorrow.

plz go easy if there are any problems. This is only my second D&D thing.

Isilfarrel Mornelis

Boy all these neutrals and here I am gonna be straight up Evil. This should be fun.