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Born too late to explore the world; born too early to explore the galaxy.
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Go ahead, I'm not stopping any of you.
Just note: There's a rough description of the planet in the OP.
Just been real busy. No post order, mind you, just common sense.
Just note: There's a rough description of the planet in the OP.
Just been real busy. No post order, mind you, just common sense.
Self control keeps you from being manipulated?
Mate, you don't know when you're being manipulated, otherwise it wouldn't be manipulation. Manipulation can take a thousand forms, and by controlling yourself, you won't know them all. I most certainly wouldn't say, "And now I am manipulating him by _____." I'd just manipulate you, and it depends on you to pick up on it and play it out in IC.
Mate, you don't know when you're being manipulated, otherwise it wouldn't be manipulation. Manipulation can take a thousand forms, and by controlling yourself, you won't know them all. I most certainly wouldn't say, "And now I am manipulating him by _____." I'd just manipulate you, and it depends on you to pick up on it and play it out in IC.
I don't like that kind of magic. It's too focused, too centered. It's a superspecial thing- super rare. I prefer that it's there, and many have a slight affinity, still a good deal with a medium-ish affinity, and maybe a couple dozen or so total that could have total mastery over a magical field.
Could it be the kind of magic where you have a reservoir inside you that slowly replenishes based on your energy, that you can use to put into precious items (Gems or highly enchanted items) or use to power spells? Could the spells be that like code, rather than just "fireball." Like, a spell to create light would be start>light(200units)>Ball>2000seconds/oncommand>end, so each spell could be infinitely special/complicated? It'd also allow quite a bit of creativity- much more than just a "fireball" spell or a "candlelight" spell. Making a spell that's simply start>light>heat>ball>end, would be an infinitely-existing ball of unknown heat and light. It could be like a supernova for as long as the caster's energy sustains it. It would mean magicians are careful and thought out, at least in spells, with very good memory and reflexes.
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Soviet Amerika - the USA is invaded! [Inspired by the -ORIGINAL- Red Dawn]
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
So is this yay or nay? Dead, it looks.
Zaelios was dimly aware of himself being shattered- an aching pain for a moment before the spells fizzled out of existence. Only the very most powerful- the ones holding his 'consciousness' together- centered in the massive, untapped reservoir of energy in the diamond resisted the other spells being torn apart. Normally, so many spells bound together would, naturally, tear the neighboring ones apart and so on, just like a collapsing castle. The diamond he fell to the ground in a dozen fragments, each large and sharp enough to cut apart anyone who happen to fall on them.
And then he was whole again. He fell to the ground with a soft thud, in the middle of a meadow. Absently, dreamily, he cast a spell to restore his sight. Nothing happened. Panic arose, and suddenly he could see again. It was as if- well. He was back in his mortal form, armored in his... armor. He looked around, wondering what happened, and saw a woman. White, an unfamiliar color in such a pure form. He could sense a massive presence of magic- a cripplingly size, for a creature that lives and feeds off of it.
So he turned to where the presence was weakest, and started running, unable to form his powered form. It felt like he ran a century, and yet when he turned back, looking at the white woman, it was as if a moment had passed. He tried to run in a different direction, and suddenly it felt like he was falling, falling, falling down and then smack! He smashed into the ground with what would've been a painful break of a leg. Instead, his leg bent sideways at an awkward angle, before slowly realigning. He shook it off, and looked around, taking note of his surroundings.
Nothing he should be should exist right now. He shattered. His entire form- of entirely spells- were torn apart. His diamond shattered- the crystal that he was anchored to.
Then when he REALLY looked around, he saw that not only he was on a barren hill in the middle of a foresty area, he was standing inside a circle- a 12-point circle- where lines show that something were dragged to the middle, where he now stood. At the end of each point stood a man, clad in dark blue robes, patched, torn, and badly dyed. Homemade. He was alive again, and he could feel the collectively-powerful magicians around him. Fools that didn't know what they were doing.
The bright sunny sky disappeared in an instant, great rolling thunderclouds appeared and lightning flicked through the clouds. Thunder rolled with every bolt, clinging to the mood of its maker as Zaelios threw out tendrils of power to the sorcerers, using their own spells against them. As they chanted, he grew more powerful; more spells layered on the originals, trying to bind him to them.
Instead, they started screaming as he batted aside their individually-weak defenses, and sucked their bodies dry of the power they contained. Necromancy in the purest form. All that was left was ash.
And then he was whole again. He fell to the ground with a soft thud, in the middle of a meadow. Absently, dreamily, he cast a spell to restore his sight. Nothing happened. Panic arose, and suddenly he could see again. It was as if- well. He was back in his mortal form, armored in his... armor. He looked around, wondering what happened, and saw a woman. White, an unfamiliar color in such a pure form. He could sense a massive presence of magic- a cripplingly size, for a creature that lives and feeds off of it.
So he turned to where the presence was weakest, and started running, unable to form his powered form. It felt like he ran a century, and yet when he turned back, looking at the white woman, it was as if a moment had passed. He tried to run in a different direction, and suddenly it felt like he was falling, falling, falling down and then smack! He smashed into the ground with what would've been a painful break of a leg. Instead, his leg bent sideways at an awkward angle, before slowly realigning. He shook it off, and looked around, taking note of his surroundings.
Nothing he should be should exist right now. He shattered. His entire form- of entirely spells- were torn apart. His diamond shattered- the crystal that he was anchored to.
Then when he REALLY looked around, he saw that not only he was on a barren hill in the middle of a foresty area, he was standing inside a circle- a 12-point circle- where lines show that something were dragged to the middle, where he now stood. At the end of each point stood a man, clad in dark blue robes, patched, torn, and badly dyed. Homemade. He was alive again, and he could feel the collectively-powerful magicians around him. Fools that didn't know what they were doing.
The bright sunny sky disappeared in an instant, great rolling thunderclouds appeared and lightning flicked through the clouds. Thunder rolled with every bolt, clinging to the mood of its maker as Zaelios threw out tendrils of power to the sorcerers, using their own spells against them. As they chanted, he grew more powerful; more spells layered on the originals, trying to bind him to them.
Instead, they started screaming as he batted aside their individually-weak defenses, and sucked their bodies dry of the power they contained. Necromancy in the purest form. All that was left was ash.
They like me more. I have beer and strippers in MY heaven.
Spaghetti and meatballs, more like.
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