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Can a hero learn a spell and take an action or magic action in the same turn or is spell research all (s)he can do in that turn?
thanks.
thanks.
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nutranurse
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Popping in to just say I'll be working allll the way through till friday. Nonstop. Won't get to participate/send necessary orders until Sunday.
Terrance888
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Launar, Lord of Vanas, Part 1
He cut a mighty figure, striding through the center of Vanas. Once, he was a mere hunter, seeking to escape a plague ravaging the chaos-ridden city. Once, he was a mere man, seeking nothing but death.
Perhaps he did find what he sought, but he is no longer merely a man.
He is the Prophet of Emeresan.
And he learned much before he returned. Back then, before the Yellow Plague, it was the Green Plague which ravaged the city, killing humans and scarring lycantropes left and right. The lords and ladies, surrounded by peons and people, all who were well enough to stand; they crowded around the ancient Horn of the Pantokrator, which legends said that the chaos has never touched, at the center of the city, brought by the earliest Patalnilan settlers from the world as a sign of her blessing. As they fell, one by one, to the disease, they cried for a savior. And they vowed to serve she who saves them.
Perhaps they were expecting the Pancreator herself, but it was Launar who stepped from behind the Horn. "You call for a savior?" he asked.
He, unlike the neighbors he abandoned, looked healthy. His flesh is toned instead of gaunt, and his eyes are sharp, as sharp as a knife, and it pierced into the heart of all who saw it.
"Turn, and meet him,"
Hesitance, perhaps born both of fear and hope, hope that it is merely a test… fear, fear that the Pancreator is truly no more.
"TURN, and meet HIM" repeated the Prophet, this time his voice icy with magic.
And thus Launar rules over Vanas, and thus the dark shadow on the mountain that is Emeresan rule s over Patalnila.
He cut a mighty figure, striding through the center of Vanas. Once, he was a mere hunter, seeking to escape a plague ravaging the chaos-ridden city. Once, he was a mere man, seeking nothing but death.
Perhaps he did find what he sought, but he is no longer merely a man.
He is the Prophet of Emeresan.
And he learned much before he returned. Back then, before the Yellow Plague, it was the Green Plague which ravaged the city, killing humans and scarring lycantropes left and right. The lords and ladies, surrounded by peons and people, all who were well enough to stand; they crowded around the ancient Horn of the Pantokrator, which legends said that the chaos has never touched, at the center of the city, brought by the earliest Patalnilan settlers from the world as a sign of her blessing. As they fell, one by one, to the disease, they cried for a savior. And they vowed to serve she who saves them.
Perhaps they were expecting the Pancreator herself, but it was Launar who stepped from behind the Horn. "You call for a savior?" he asked.
He, unlike the neighbors he abandoned, looked healthy. His flesh is toned instead of gaunt, and his eyes are sharp, as sharp as a knife, and it pierced into the heart of all who saw it.
"Turn, and meet him,"
Hesitance, perhaps born both of fear and hope, hope that it is merely a test… fear, fear that the Pancreator is truly no more.
"TURN, and meet HIM" repeated the Prophet, this time his voice icy with magic.
And they turned.
There were forced.
And they saw.
They were shocked.
And they prayed.
They were healed.
And they vowed.
They were bound.
And thus Launar rules over Vanas, and thus the dark shadow on the mountain that is Emeresan rule s over Patalnila.
Northen Wolf
Young Hunter
I promise I'll send orders for soon, sorry for not sending last time. Still, heckuva' update!
Terrance888
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Launar, Lord of Vanas, Part 2
Pythia Part 1
It was the yellow plague which solidified his rule, it was the yellow plague which cracked his veneer.
Launar wandered the streets, making sure that every household has at least a single healthy caretaker who can try to save the others. While his master was gone, he rallied the Patalnilans at home. Some accused that he faked, refused, or purposely bungled on healing his rivals, seeing that so many of then died, but the survivors were too thankful to bring that line of inquiry to its rightful end.
The Yellow Plague spread north and south. Launar followed it northward, healing first the farmers by the river, and then the fishermen by the great sea, gathering them under his banner.
South of Pythia, on his last march, he met a women of uncommon beauty who pleaded to him to cross the river and save her city. A force emerged from the swamps north of its walls less than a week ago, and threatened to conquer it. Her name was Kaustar, and her eyes pierced his heart, the way that his pierced the men of Vanas, in that year of the Green Plague.
But his Master has returned to Vanas, bloody and calling for the return of his trustworthy men. And so Launar hardened his heart, and turned south for home.
He left her one gift. "This is the last vow" he whispered, "say it, feel it with in you, and then call upon Emeresan for aid; my master can cure sickness, be that of the body" and, even quieter, "or of the heart."
And they parted. And while Launar left for a city slowly returning to normal, Kaustar left for one just about to enter a time of troubles.
The Last Vow lay heavily in hear heart as she heard the battle lines slowly forcing into her beloved city, and in the dead of light, she called.
She called upon my name.
"Emeresan"
To the Bog Serpent
I challenge your servant to a healing contest at Pythia for the control of the city. He will heal at your temple, and my servant will heal at mine. You can also come, but its either you, or 100 foot guards.
There will be equal amount of people to be healed at each temple. The first to heal all, without a single defect, wins the contest and city.
No magical items, no pre-healing, no additional healing offered from outside.
If you refuse, I will let all know that you are abandoning them to their fates, and we will heal them ourselves.
-Emeresan
Pythia Part 1
It was the yellow plague which solidified his rule, it was the yellow plague which cracked his veneer.
Launar wandered the streets, making sure that every household has at least a single healthy caretaker who can try to save the others. While his master was gone, he rallied the Patalnilans at home. Some accused that he faked, refused, or purposely bungled on healing his rivals, seeing that so many of then died, but the survivors were too thankful to bring that line of inquiry to its rightful end.
The Yellow Plague spread north and south. Launar followed it northward, healing first the farmers by the river, and then the fishermen by the great sea, gathering them under his banner.
South of Pythia, on his last march, he met a women of uncommon beauty who pleaded to him to cross the river and save her city. A force emerged from the swamps north of its walls less than a week ago, and threatened to conquer it. Her name was Kaustar, and her eyes pierced his heart, the way that his pierced the men of Vanas, in that year of the Green Plague.
But his Master has returned to Vanas, bloody and calling for the return of his trustworthy men. And so Launar hardened his heart, and turned south for home.
He left her one gift. "This is the last vow" he whispered, "say it, feel it with in you, and then call upon Emeresan for aid; my master can cure sickness, be that of the body" and, even quieter, "or of the heart."
And they parted. And while Launar left for a city slowly returning to normal, Kaustar left for one just about to enter a time of troubles.
The Last Vow lay heavily in hear heart as she heard the battle lines slowly forcing into her beloved city, and in the dead of light, she called.
She called upon my name.
"Emeresan"
To the Bog Serpent
I challenge your servant to a healing contest at Pythia for the control of the city. He will heal at your temple, and my servant will heal at mine. You can also come, but its either you, or 100 foot guards.
There will be equal amount of people to be healed at each temple. The first to heal all, without a single defect, wins the contest and city.
No magical items, no pre-healing, no additional healing offered from outside.
If you refuse, I will let all know that you are abandoning them to their fates, and we will heal them ourselves.
-Emeresan
spaceman98
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We are confident you will rig the contest, nontheless, I do not wish to abbandon the people of Pythia. Here are my terms:
I will come with 100 guards as long as:
1: The bog serpent is allowed to come within sight of the gates, but no further, to ensure that you do not simply ambush us on the way there.
2: I am allowed to see both groups of contestants, after all, there is nothing stoping you from giving yourself completely healthy people, waiting until I am half done and than declaring yourself, to have healed everyone
3: I am alllowed to cast a spell to prevent outside spelcasters from your city from interfearing with the healing process and you must do the same to prevent them from aiding you.
4: You do not drain the swamp under my temple.
Do not dissapoint me, noble enemy.
-Sakarlisk
Terrance888
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1. This is acceptable. No additional healing, or any magic really, from outside the city.
2. This is acceptable. How about we will have the same pool of contestants and we see who can completely cure a certain amount first?
3. I completely agree that a spell would be cast to prevent interference with the healing process. How much would you put into a mutual spell in this case?
4. I will get back to you on this.
My terms-basically the same.
We fully expect that the normal rules, such as no poisoning of contestants, apply.
No Magical items, No Pre-healing, No additional magic offered from outside the city, No additional healing at all.
2. This is acceptable. How about we will have the same pool of contestants and we see who can completely cure a certain amount first?
3. I completely agree that a spell would be cast to prevent interference with the healing process. How much would you put into a mutual spell in this case?
4. I will get back to you on this.
My terms-basically the same.
We fully expect that the normal rules, such as no poisoning of contestants, apply.
No Magical items, No Pre-healing, No additional magic offered from outside the city, No additional healing at all.
Immaculate
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A well... good... an old-fashioned heal-off. Takes me back.
LDi: get out your D8s.
LDi: get out your D8s.
Immaculate
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Orders sent.
spaceman98
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Ignore this post, sorry
Terrance888
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All terms are accepted. Let the healing begin!
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c'mon... C'...MON...
Terrance888
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Kaustar Part 1
AKA Pythia Part 2
The Days of the Darkswamps' rule was hard and dangerous, even more so due to the special guest who sometimes resides in her house. Once, it was full of men; her Father, her many uncles and brothers, and her pride and joy, a maturing Son. All of them have been poisoned during the conquest of Pythia, and died soon after.
Strange men wander both inside and outside her home, now a growing shrine of a strange bearded man and his companions, who claim to be friends of Launar (and one of whom claims to be something more.) Outside, dark men with slimey skin patrolled the city, scale-like lesions forming on their skin. The Swamp's Shaman, Sakarlisk healed them again and again, convincing many in the city of their noble intentions and his powess, but all she can see is her son, dying in her arms. The bloated face of her father when she looked for his body for burial.
As the seasons passed, omens both good and evil spread throughout the city. But Kaustar only wished for one omen, one which caught her ear late at night.
It was a hunting horn, the same one which Launar had used when he was traveling, chasing game on his warhorse. She rose from her bedroom and ran to the Balcony to try to find the sound as her heart pounded faster at the thought of meeting him again, the man who can heal the growing wound in her soul.
All she saw was the strange man, wrapped in furs as he looked southward, his dark eyes scanning the far wall. He turned and faced her, "He is outside of this wall, and merely needs to get in."
She understood instantly, "and you need a distraction?"
She learns quickly. Good.
"Indeed."
AKA Pythia Part 2
The Days of the Darkswamps' rule was hard and dangerous, even more so due to the special guest who sometimes resides in her house. Once, it was full of men; her Father, her many uncles and brothers, and her pride and joy, a maturing Son. All of them have been poisoned during the conquest of Pythia, and died soon after.
Strange men wander both inside and outside her home, now a growing shrine of a strange bearded man and his companions, who claim to be friends of Launar (and one of whom claims to be something more.) Outside, dark men with slimey skin patrolled the city, scale-like lesions forming on their skin. The Swamp's Shaman, Sakarlisk healed them again and again, convincing many in the city of their noble intentions and his powess, but all she can see is her son, dying in her arms. The bloated face of her father when she looked for his body for burial.
As the seasons passed, omens both good and evil spread throughout the city. But Kaustar only wished for one omen, one which caught her ear late at night.
It was a hunting horn, the same one which Launar had used when he was traveling, chasing game on his warhorse. She rose from her bedroom and ran to the Balcony to try to find the sound as her heart pounded faster at the thought of meeting him again, the man who can heal the growing wound in her soul.
All she saw was the strange man, wrapped in furs as he looked southward, his dark eyes scanning the far wall. He turned and faced her, "He is outside of this wall, and merely needs to get in."
She understood instantly, "and you need a distraction?"
She learns quickly. Good.
"Indeed."
Terrance888
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Launar Part 3
AKA Pythia Part 3
"There must be another way"spoke Launar as we walked to the home of a sympathizer, who has decorated her house into somekind of shine for me, "It will be hard to force these simple villagers to change their opinions once they have been set."
I say nothing, just grin and show my teeth. Kausta, the young women, welcomed us in from our fruitless day of finding converts with a quick prayer, "May Launar be protected within the sanctuary of your Lordship."
Inside the temple, there are several people who were too sick to denounce me, accepted me as they feared their death, or had no one to denounce me for them. I stepped over them and examined them, and nodded my head.
Launar connected to the flow of magic, and slowly the rashes, the bumps, the ugly sores and skin lesions, they all released their hold on the diseased body as Launar manipulated the chaos to remove the pestilence from existence. His growing mastery of Chaomancy only further proves my good judgement in picking my profit.
From the doorway, Kausta watches with wonder. If only the entire city can see the difference from Sakarlisk' bungling and this mastery...
Ah, but there is a way, of course.
"Force is not needed, simply cunning" I told him as he gasped from healing so many after a long day's preaching, "come to the inner sanctum (also known as where the first items for my shrine where placed) and I shall tell you."
"What is it?" he asked, eager to tame this city once and for all.
"A competition of skill, of luck." I told him, chortling as I thought of the myriad ways such a risk may prove, and of the great spoils if success is gained, "a competition between you, Prophet of the Lord of Disease, and Sakarlisk, Prophet of muck and mud, in a single arena.
Healing, in public."
AKA Pythia Part 3
"There must be another way"spoke Launar as we walked to the home of a sympathizer, who has decorated her house into somekind of shine for me, "It will be hard to force these simple villagers to change their opinions once they have been set."
I say nothing, just grin and show my teeth. Kausta, the young women, welcomed us in from our fruitless day of finding converts with a quick prayer, "May Launar be protected within the sanctuary of your Lordship."
Inside the temple, there are several people who were too sick to denounce me, accepted me as they feared their death, or had no one to denounce me for them. I stepped over them and examined them, and nodded my head.
Launar connected to the flow of magic, and slowly the rashes, the bumps, the ugly sores and skin lesions, they all released their hold on the diseased body as Launar manipulated the chaos to remove the pestilence from existence. His growing mastery of Chaomancy only further proves my good judgement in picking my profit.
From the doorway, Kausta watches with wonder. If only the entire city can see the difference from Sakarlisk' bungling and this mastery...
Ah, but there is a way, of course.
"Force is not needed, simply cunning" I told him as he gasped from healing so many after a long day's preaching, "come to the inner sanctum (also known as where the first items for my shrine where placed) and I shall tell you."
"What is it?" he asked, eager to tame this city once and for all.
"A competition of skill, of luck." I told him, chortling as I thought of the myriad ways such a risk may prove, and of the great spoils if success is gained, "a competition between you, Prophet of the Lord of Disease, and Sakarlisk, Prophet of muck and mud, in a single arena.
Healing, in public."
Terrance888
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With that in mind, I have sent my preliminary orders, with more to come after several questions are answered.
Terrance888
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I didn't have the time to send them, sorry.
Angst
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Just have to be sure: Nobody diplo'd me this turn, did they?
If no replies are received within soonish, I'll attemp an order production. (HAven't slept today, though, so can't promise anything great.
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If no replies are received within soonish, I'll attemp an order production. (HAven't slept today, though, so can't promise anything great.
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