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« on: April 28, 2021, 02:41:05 am »
Ysheera drops off:
6 purple mushrooms x 50 = 300
8 spotted mushrooms x 100 = 800
19 aloe x 30 = 570 (into Lia's chest, takes 285 T from Riven's)
10 comfrey x 30 = 300
garnet 80
fire agate 12
Total = 1762
previous credit 192
plus 1762
Total credit = 1954
UPDATE: due to a miscalculation at the last transaction:
Previous credit: -318
Plus 1762
Total new credit = 1444
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« on: April 28, 2021, 02:31:01 am »
Ysheera drops off:
21 honey x 50 = 1050
5 milk x 100 = 500
3 eggs x 140 = 420
Total 1970
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« on: April 27, 2021, 10:55:55 pm »
Ysheera drops off
Zolinar's Ashes: .75% of lens = 2250
Fifur Fenik's Boots (+1 AC Dodge): 75% of Lens = 750
7 purple mushrooms x 50 = 350
32 garlic x 50 = 1600
8 witchhazel x 66 =- 528
5 sage x 60 = 300
3 skullcap x 60 = 180
8 spotted mushrooms x 100 = 800
potion of Bull Strength, Endurance, Cat's Grace, Eagle's Splendour, Lore, = 250, 250, 250, 250, 150 = 1150
4 greenstone dust into Lia's chest x 7 = 28 (14 T taken from Riven's chest)
phenelope gem 12
Total Deposited: 7948
Previous Credit 544
Total Credit = 8492
Picks Up:
Negnar Sten's Amulet: 75% of lens = 4800
Stone's Boots of Prot.: 3500
Total Taken: 8300
(830 True placed in chest)
New Credit = 192
Update: my previous credit was not 544, it was 34
meaning the new credit is a negative -318
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« on: April 26, 2021, 12:16:06 pm »
Ysheera Elyndar brings by a few items:
19 aloe into Lia's chest: 570 (285 T taken from Riven's chest)
Old credit: 544
+ 570 = New Credit 1114
takes the Beliolith Melodon Helm: lens of 1440 x .75 = 1080
(leaves 108 True in the chest by front door)
New Credit: 34
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« on: April 26, 2021, 12:02:18 pm »
Ysheera Elyndar places the following in an empty chest:
9 cow's milk x 100 =900
17 jars of honey x 50 = 850
Total = 1750
She leaves a note:
Mistress Pandorn, Thank you for the detailed accounting list you sent this morning!
I believe my credit was 1575 (with the multi-purchase discounts that I had forgotten, and the discount for the oak short bow headed to Haven's Armory). The newly deposited milk and eggs would make the credit now 3,325, if i'm not mistaken.
If you happen to find a Brawlers Belt that grants damage resistance to Bludgeoning, then I'd be interested in purchasing it.
Sincerely,
Ysheera Elyndar
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« on: April 25, 2021, 03:02:41 pm »
Slowly, oh so slowly, and with a heavy inner fog, Ysheera began to awaken from the heavy semi-unconsciousness. Blurry memories of dreams were flooding her. She was leaping and running as light as a gazelle. Over fields, hills, and deep into the forests. The Al’noth flowed like a river through her and through every arrow that flew from her bow. Her gaze, in the dream, was clear, alert, and all-seeing. Her body, arms, and hands were filled with the light of stars, shooting stars. And the arrows flew swiftly, accurately, and streamed, glowing with Al’noth, into the heart of her foes.
Coming to her senses slowly, the dream began to fade, leaving her achy, sore, stiff, and cold, lying on the ground in Folian’s Grove. She didn’t want to move, as it would hasten the dream’s departure. A sharp pain in her heart arose at the thought of that dream...the freedom and joy she had felt. The sorrow now that it was only a dream. She remained motionless, basking in the fading glow of effortless flowing Al’noth and her joyful dream-mastery.
Eventually the dream faded almost entirely. The sound of birds became more distinct, and she heard crickets and low voices talking over by the shrine. Ysh sighed, and slowly sat up, grimacing at how sore and tired her body was. She was covered in the glistening dew of early morning, and for a moment it reminded her of the dream-Al’noth that had infused every cell of her body with shining glistening power and grace. But that was a dream, and this was only dew on the surface of her damp clothes and face.
Her head ached, and she was reminded of why - the two empty wine bottles lying nearby. And….the depression she had fallen into at the end of so many hours of seemingly successful hunting and learning. Ysh sighed.
“Really, dear, it’s not hopeless,” she mused, “there’s no reason to despair.” But her heart was heavy.
She drank some water and pulled out nuts and slightly crushed blackberries to fill the emptiness in her belly. She applied more herbal tincture to her sore muscles. And then sat, leaning against a tree to think on what Sehky had said last night.
Words came back to her, not necessarily in the proper order that he had spoken when answering her question on how to infuse the Al’noth into one’s bow and arrows.
“The song you crafted came from within your heart...the inspiration of the composition...that is what you seek in your archery. Practise is a part of it...but practice did not write that song...that was inspiration...an aspect of Ilsare. And Ilsare and Lucinda are close friends.”
She hummed the song now - how effortlessly it had been created, flowing from her, after her first long training session with Sehky, “The Bullseye and I are One.”
Sehky had continued last night, “The song you wrote was inspired by what’s in here,” he thumped his heart. “It isn’t a trick, it isn’t a technique. It isn’t even a way of thinking or wishing it to happen. It’s not about willing magic into the arrows. When you find it it’s like pouring a bucket of magic into the arrows, not like stuffing it.”
Ysh had asked, “It’s like poetry? Singing? From the heart, all relaxed, natural, and intune with something ….unexplainable? Something ephemeral?”
“Yes. There is no forcing it, like writing that song,” Sehky had responded. “It will come from deep within you, the core of you, the truth of you. The magic wants to imbue your arrow. Allow it, let it happen. An inspired bard will alway have a song.”
She mused on that, feeling the tremor in her belly at the words. At the time, she couldn’t help but silently think, “But i’m not always inspired...”
“It isn’t the same for everyone,” he had continued. “I’m using words and concepts that have meaning to you. I am Ilsarian, Ilsare’s gift of inspiration is what drives me to create, craft, and to shoot. When you dance naked under the moon and trees to a song only you hear, what is that?”
“Freedom…. and joy,” Ysheera responded immediately.
He had nodded, smiling, “That is how I feel when I imbue arrows. And Love”
“I’m not so good at love,” she replied reluctantly.
They had stood then, silently, for a time.
“You will find it, Ysheera. Your song convinced me that you can open to this mystery. You have the heart for it,” and he turned and headed off through the forest, leaving her to think on his words.
“I can do this”, she had thought last night after his departure. But worry had begun to creep through her chest, bringing a subtle ache. “Now and then new songs pour from me effortlessly, remember?” To stave off the growing ache in her heart and worry, she began to sing the song that had been birthed in the forest after her first long training with Sehky:
Stance, just right.
Arm firm, not tight.
Shoulders broad, and breathe,
Allow the inner might.
Resistance, ambition, and fear,
The stubborn bullheaded mind is near.
Begone! Leave behind the bullheaded rear!
So the eye and the bullseye can be one.
Quiet the mind, worries unwind.
Will and heart, gently bind.
Take away the noisy braying bull,
And the eye and the bullseye are one.
Listen, hear the Al’noth’s song.
Harmonize with the melody, and hum.
Weave the spirit with breathe and tongue.
Now - the Heartsong comes!
Standing still or on the run,
In shadow, dark night, or bright-hued sun,
Facing foe, or in play or fun,
The Bullseye and I are One.
Song awakens the inner glow!
In effortless effort, find the flow!
Now, now is the time to bend the bow!
And unleash the shining arrow!
The Bullseye and I are One.
The Bullseye and I are One.
Singing the song last night had not released the growing heaviness and tension in her chest.
“What is wrong?” she had wondered. And then she had it, “Now and then. Songs pour from me now and then. I need the arrows infused always, not just now and then when the mood or inspiration takes me over!”
A terror arose at the thought of not having the Al'noth consistently available to protect her, in the face of her primal need for freedom and to explore and follow her curiosity in the wild world. She did not want to have to depend on others for her safety, and she did not want to be limited in where she roamed. “Childish,” she thought to herself, “but there it is.”
The rush of fear turned had turned to anger. “No simple or complex technique? No clear end in sight for learning this….this blasted path of the Arcane Archer?”
And then she had spiraled down into heavy depression and despair
Back in the present now, the morning sun peeked over the crown of trees to warm her face. She closed her eyes and faced the sun. She consciously relaxed her eyelids, eye muscles, and eyeballs, letting the sunlight pour it’s warm glow into her closed eyes and into her brain. She welcomed the warmth, the light. The ache in her heart eased, and her breathing slowed.
“I can do this”, she sighed. “No, I can’t ‘do’ this, but if I want this badly enough, I can practise allowing, surrendering, and ….being, living, and shooting from the heart.” Her belly shuddered again. Fear? Worry? “This is not so easy,” she thought. “It means a subtle shift of my whole being. And I’m a selfish ungrateful self-absorbed sharp-tongued wench!” She sighed again, breathing in the sunlight through the closed lids of her eyes, and feeling her chest ease and her heart relax into the present moment. Tears were flowing now, but not of despair. Maybe of relief, or surrender, or acceptance.
“So….do I want this badly enough to learn to surrender to the heart, to inspiration, maybe even to…..love?”
She knew she did want it bad enough. Ever since a wee child, admiring her mother's mastery, she had longed for this....to master the Arcane Archer path. Yet studying with her mother had failed, for the most part. Then she had tried on her own - willfully trying to interpret and practise everything her mother had said, and everything Ysh had witnessed or spied upon. And that had failed. Now, unexpectedly, miraculously, Sehky had accepted her as an apprentice, welcomed her to the Tower Academy, and surprisingly, had faith in her ability to find the way to mastering this...blasted, confounding, frustrating, terrifyingly difficult path.
“I don’t know…,I just don’t know” she muttered tiredly. She was so tired.
Ysheera lay down in the sunlight, unable to tie the loose strands of hope and faith and confidence together into a bridle for her passion.
“You will find it, Ysheera. Your song convinced me that you can open to this mystery. You have the heart for it,” Sehky had said last night.
“Do you trust him, Ysh?” she asked herself now. “He is, perhaps, the most patient, non-judgemental, and kind person I know….and he ‘is’ a master of this path. So….yes, I trust him.”
Somehow finding that clarity, that trust in her teacher, gave strength to her. It buoyed her into sitting again, firming her focus and will, choosing.
“Yes, I am choosing,” she thought. “I am choosing this path. I have longed for this all my life. Come failure, death, or masterful victory, I choose this.”
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« on: April 24, 2021, 03:57:41 pm »
Lilly manually reset the stats after other methods did not work!
As long as they don't drop back down permanently again if I die, then I should be good! (though he's definitely on a diet, the new slim trim Bron *sigh*)
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« on: April 24, 2021, 02:31:40 pm »
Ysheera brings in 11 bottles of milk to add to her credit:
previous credit of 1191 + 1100 = Credit of 2291
Picks up 500 Fire II arrows: 333
500 Cold II arrows: 333
and an oak shortbow: 1500
She mutters, in a frustrated tone, "I'm almost able to craft this blasted thing, but not yet able!"
New Credit: 125
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« on: April 24, 2021, 12:16:17 pm »
She couldn’t remember when she had opened the crag cat pouch and uncorked the first bottle of wine, much less the second bottle clutched in her hand. She couldn’t remember when tears had started to ebb from her eyes.
Utter exhaustion. A long harrowing but exhilarating day of hunting giants in Dregar, enroute to the grove of mahogany. It had all been going so well, too. The marksman techniques, the battleground tactics, she caught on swiftly. Maybe it helped that Sehky always cast Fox’s Cunning on her before battle…..perhaps the spell helped her learn and remember all that he said and coached in the midst of the stress of battle.
He taught her how to stay mobile, let the foes come to you, how to use multiple Grease spells to slow down the horde of giants. How to stay alert, not just to the foes ahead, but also to your allies, and how to slip the arrow past one’s allies, if there were no safer ground to stand on for a clean shot. And how to stay alert to ambush….which she failed once, but not again that day. She dodged boulders thrown by giants, and realized she’d need to learn how to focus and aim for the limbs in the heat of battle - the legs to slow them, the arms to make them fumble. Something to work on soon...
That night there was no rest. They hunted in Mistone - Ogres, cockatrices, strange thorny creatures, werewolves, lumbering forest beasts, and more. And in each hunt Sehky coached her on the strategy and tactics, and showed patience with her errors, and praise for her successes.
Her dear friend or sister, she wasn’t sure which, Eilea, had joined for the spider hunt. Sehky lead them into the abysmal bowels of the earth to hunt spiders of all shapes and sizes. Swift tiny ones, large hulking ones, loud slashing ones, and more. Despite how nervous she was about that specific hunt - underground in caves and tunnels where spiders could leap from any shadow or drop down from the ceiling - she did well. She was swift and smart, staying out of their way, even out of their webcasting, dodging the tiny ones, firing between retreating. And she was not bitten even once. She and Eilea practiced how two archers could work together to draw the beasts back and forth between them. “So this is where dark silk is found”, she had mused, proud of her battle accomplishments.
In the end, after Eilea went her way, she and Sehky found a safe campsite in Folian’s Grove. She was utterly exhausted and painfully sore. But she couldn’t stop asking questions. He had said there were 8 steps to shooting. He had trained her in the first step - the mind. Quieting the mind, letting go of anxiety and fear, even in the face of charging giants. Calm, quiet, alert, aware. This was something she had practiced for years, on and off, in her haphazard way, but now she trained in earnest.
The second step - the Lift. The upper body light, relaxed, agile, while the lower body strong and swift, dodging right and left, backstepping, running, leaping over logs, all while keeping the arms and shoulders relaxed, light, and steady - the bow lifted and focused on the target.
“This is all good training, thank you, but how does one infuse arrows with the Al’noth?” she asked, trying to mask the desperate need in her voice. She didn’t actually expect him to answer, but amazingly enough he did. And….his answer made sense, even buoyed her hope that it was within reach. But then….after he had left and she had meant to sleep, she found herself sleepless, ruminating, worrying, despite the exhaustion.
“Why couldn’t it be a technique, like firing rapidly at the slight cost of accuracy? Why couldn’t it be a spell, like Magic Weapon? Why couldn’t it be a song, like my uplifting bardic song? Or even a trick, or a ….something concrete and definable, something I can practice over and over and master?”
She couldn’t remember when she pulled out the wine, nor when the tears started ebbing. “Why am I so depressed? Why so hopeless?” she wondered listlessly. Then the tears came in earnest. All the frustrating half-starts and botched lessons with her mother. She had thought her mother had been holding back the truth, the clear technique. But Ysh had just not been ready to hear the truth. But now she understood…..and for no good reason she could think of…..she despaired. “No simple or complex technique? No clear end in sight for learning this….this blasted path of the Arcane Archer?”
She collapsed into a heap, sobbing. The last of the wine spilling from the bottle, hissing into the fire, and raising a cloud of acrid smoke. And she fell into semi-unconsciousness.
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« on: April 23, 2021, 05:16:52 pm »
Thanks, mitonyorkcastle; yes, last week Ysh connected with Sehky online, in character, and he's taken her on as an apprentice, in the Tower Academy, teaching her the path of the Arcane Archer!
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« on: April 21, 2021, 01:57:46 am »
Ysh brings in more trade resources:
41 honey x 50 = 2050
5 milk x 100 = 500
3 eggs x 140 = 420
Total brought in this day: 2970
Previous Credit 2349, + 2970 = Credit of 5319
Picks up:
Crag Cat Bags 2, x 2064 = 4128
New Credit = 1191
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« on: April 21, 2021, 12:54:13 am »
She was walking under the moonlight, practising quieting her mind. Memories rose and fell, and she would relax again back to the breath and presence of the bow in her hand, feet on the earth, eyes and ears open to the subtle voice of the night time forest.
She thought of how nervous she had been when she first met Sehky, when she realized that he was an instructor of the Tower Academy, and a Master Arcane Archer. They had talked for a long time, seeking to understand each other. Then he tested her skills on a hunt. She didn’t hold her tongue, her mischief-making tongue that danced and played, made jokes, or teased. It was important to Ysh to enjoy her training and learning. But he seemed unperturbed.
Later he gave her a tour of the grand and lofty Tower Academy. Impressive! And then they journeyed to Stormcrest Crossing and trained. Again, she did not hold her tongue. It was tempting to act nice, be the model student, steal his coaching out of the fear that he’d reject her if he knew her nature. But she needed to know if she could be free, honest, and her bold and playful self with him. That was as important as the learning. And again, he was unperturbed.
At the end of the practise session he said, “You listen good and follow guidance. It is good.”
Never had her mother praised her in their training. But then, never had Ysh truly had an easy time listening and following her mother’s Bardic and Arcane Archer guidance. So why was it so easy to follow Sehky’s guidance this night, and allow the results to unfold?
After he left she fully intended to spend her first night in the Tower Academy. Fresh pie and drinks, a hot bath, and clean sheets - it all sounded divine. But she was on fire and couldn’t stop practising, training, focusing, experimenting. Her passion to learn had been ignited.
She marveled at the difference in her attitude - comparing herself in training under her mother’s judgemental eye, and this evening, training under Sehky’s casual but precise and kind focus.
“Ah….that’s it,” she mused aloud, abandoning the mind quieting technique for a time. “He is not judging me. He appears to accept me. ‘Inclusive’, he had said. And even though he is through and through an Ilsarian, he seemed to accept me, even though I have an affinity to frolic and play with self-centered Shadonites. And in that acceptance I could relax, and follow his guidance. And my passion to learn this art grew from the hope his mentorship instilled.”
She walked on, thinking of the Heartsong, Ilsare. Ysh resonated with much of the Ilsarian ways. Ysh is a singer, a passionate, feeling-based playful singer, who delights and enjoys the vocal play and weaving of the Al’noth with the voice and song.
“Well, I can bow to Shadon, while also appreciating Ilsare’s nature,” she thought.
Her thoughts and awareness again quieted into the surrounding forest, her own breath and being, and the oak bow held lightly in her hand. Soon, unbidden, a melody began to coalesce within her, and she began to hum. Then words formed, like curls of mist rising from a still pond. A song was being born, inspired by this night’s training with Sehky, but enhanced also by the teachings of Ysh’s mother, those hard-earned tips and wise words, torn reluctantly from the bouts of learning with her sporadically over the last years. The coaching and guidance interwove with Ysh’s experience, practise, passion, play, and prayer this night. Her walking slowed, and she abandoned herself to the unfolding delight of creation:
The Bullseye and I are One
Stance, just right.
Arm firm, not tight.
Shoulders broad, and breathe,
Allow the inner might.
Resistance, ambition, and fear,
The stubborn bullheaded mind is near.
Begone! Leave behind the bullheaded rear!
So the eye and the bullseye can be one.
Quiet the mind, worries unwind.
Will and heart, gently bind.
Take away the noisy braying bull,
And the eye and the bullseye are one.
Listen, hear the Al’noth’s song.
Harmonize with the melody, and hum.
Weave the spirit with breathe and tongue.
Now - the Heartsong comes!
Standing still or on the run,
In shadow, dark night, or bright-hued sun,
Facing foe, or in play or fun,
The Bullseye and I are One.
Song awakens the inner glow!
In effortless effort, find the flow!
Now, now is the time to bend the bow!
And unleash the shining arrow!
The Bullseye and I are One.
The Bullseye and I are One.
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« on: April 20, 2021, 02:09:08 am »
So...the final leg of this tale, at least for tonight! Something surprising, perhaps even miraculous, happened last night. And my heart and spirit are buoyed with even more hope now.
In Center a mysterious elven man was walking down the road, and when he saw me, he turned invisible. Intrigued, and not to be put off so swiftly, I ran up and turned invisible near where he had, just to make fun of him and his antics. And I spoke to him, or in his general direction, pretending to see him. He appeared then, and we spoke more. Eileanora was there too. It turns out he’s an Arcane Archer! So rare! And a Master of it, too! To prove it, he cast dozens of arrows at my feet and at Eilea’s feet! All in the blink of an eye!
He said he’d teach me the secrets of the Arcane Archer, when I had crafted my “dream” bow. Ouch. I don’t even know how to wield a lumberjack’s axe! Chopping wood, shaping it, sanding it….not a craft that is easy for me to learn. Still, it gave me hope. Because even though I have learned some of the rudimentary principles of the Arcane Archer from my mother, I have not been able to put those teachings into successful practise. So….to have a guide would be excellent.
So i struggled to learn the bowyer craft, twisting Tipsy’s arm to chop wood for me, and slaving in the sawdusty craft hall, and even forcing myself into the kitchen to learn to make sandpaper. Whew! And I was successful….well…..I made a hickory longbow. I even carved the word “dream” into it! My Dream Bow! *she laughs* Nothing to be too proud of, I know. But I carried on, knowing that my true “dream” bow would need to be far more fine than hickory.
But last night something even more miraculous happened. Yesterday I was exploring Hempstead and found the Tower Academy. I inquired there as to its purpose, and left a letter for the mages. Then, by chance or fate or purpose, that very evening I met an elven man by the fire at Center. And lo, it turns out he is the Arcane Archer instructor of the Tower Academy! How is it, that I’ve met two masterful Arcane Archers by chance? Both in the space of a week?
I won’t name him at this time, but we hunted together, talked for hours and hours, toured the Tower Academy (what a grand place!) and in the end, he agreed to teach me. I’m his apprentice!
Honestly, I don’t believe it still, as I thought no one would want me as a pupil. Stop snickering you, it’s not funny! But really, I’m cantankerous and like my freedom. I’m a jokester, many are easily offended by me, when I mean no offense, well, usually. And many think I’m disrespectful, when I mean no disrespect. I just speak my mind, and make jokes, and I like to lighten up the conversation. At inopportune times, sometimes, but still, it’s harmless play that seems to rub many the wrong way. But miraculously this Masterful mage did not reject me, and agreed for me to be his pupil. We’ll see how odious or delightful it is, but so far, I’m optimistic!
There! That’s what I had to share! To friend and acquaintance alike - and why I was pleased to gather you here with some xeenite wine and ale, and a roast boar! A celebration of my apprenticeship and admittance to the Tower Academy! Let’s hope I don't blow it, right? *laughs*
What’s that? Why am I not naming him? Well….because he has many enemies, he said. Many powerful enemies. And I don’t want to be targeted by them. I’ve probably said too much already, haven’t I? Anyone with half a mind could discover who my mentor is now, couldn’t they? Blast! I did say too much. Well, I’ll have to live with it….or die with it. But I’ve said all I will, for now!
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« on: April 19, 2021, 04:18:21 pm »
Hello, Bron Skallagrimsson's attributes appear to be permanently lowered to 16, 10, 14, 6, 4, 3. The recent server restart did not fix it. He is also still in a slender body type (I created him with a thick body type). I'd like to recreate him from scratch. I'll do my best to recreate him exactly as he is (same levels in classes, same feats, etc.). I'll change his name by one letter (or you can change the original Bron's name by one letter prior to me recreating him). Let me know if I need to empty all the gear that he has on him into chests, to be picked up by the newly created Bron, or if that transfer of personal gear can happen in game through a GM command. I will empty his Bank Vault of coin and goods (or can that, also, be transferred by a GM?). Lowered Attribute Thread: https://forums.layonara.com/ask-a-gamemaster/bron's-attributes-are-lower/Original Character Submission: https://forums.layonara.com/approved-characters/new-character-submission-bron-skallagrimsson/msg1157892/#msg1157892Battlerager Permission Thread: https://forums.layonara.com/recent-approvals/permission-for-battlerager-re-bron-skallagrimsson-character-development-thread/msg10453956/#msg10453956Thank you! ~Mark
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« on: April 18, 2021, 11:21:03 pm »
Is the Tower Academy in Hempstead an active guild? I'm not seeing much information about it in the forums or wiki.
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« on: April 18, 2021, 10:47:17 pm »
Ysheera brings in a few goods that Ferrit had requested:
19 bottles of cow milk x 100 = 1900
6 eggs x 140 = 840
Total brought in = 2740
Previous Credit: 2225 + 2740 = 4965 Credit
Items taken a few days back: 2616
New Credit = 2349
Let me know if I'm mistaken on the math!
~Ysheera Elyndar
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« on: April 17, 2021, 12:24:57 pm »
….I left home for perhaps the last time, after a lazy breakfast. I said my goodbyes, and intended to not return, maybe ever, or maybe I will, briefly, but not until I had mastered what Tireen Elyndar, my critical-eyed mother, was unable to teach me.
Such a sense of freedom to wander the world, meet fine people, and play and hunt with Shadonites and others. I kept remembering that solitary experience so many years ago where despair and hopelessness had released my efforting, and allowed the Al’noth to flow freely - granting my first spellcasting.
I explored the play of effort and effortlessness, and spells and power flowed more freely over the weeks. Daily, I played with it also with my bow and arrows….singing the weaving thrum of melodies of the hunt, the piercing songs, the true sight aiming harmonies. But now I did not grow so disheartened. The remembering of how my first spell unfurled effortlessly buoyed my heart with hope and faith, and I knew that my power would continue to grow, as long as I continued exploring and playing with the Al’noth, and the humming the duet of effort and effortlessness.
I learned the spell of Magic Weapon, and infused my hickory bow with it’s sharp tune. And for many nights I sang to the bow and arrows, making subtle alterations to the Al’noth of Magic Weapon, trying to find how to infuse the bow and arrows with that power always, rather than temporarily. I failed, but did not lose hope. I have all the time in the world, do I not? I followed my curiosity and enjoyment to explore this Al’noth mystery, and when tired of that, to play, to hunt, to wander the lands, and connect with the interesting people who chose to live an adventurous life.
In the Angels store I discovered arrows infused with elemental magicks - frost, fire, or lightning! How exciting. I spent an hour listening to them, humming to them, and to my own hickory arrows….touching them together, weaving the melodies and resonance….but to no avail. I could not fathom their magic nor change my own arrows. So I purchased the arrows to experiment with.
Alright, you’ve been patient enough, listening to the background of my tale. Now I'm ready to tell you of what sparked me this night to gather with you all at the campfire. For something surprising, perhaps even miraculous, happened last night. And my heart and spirit are buoyed with even more hope now. And I must speak of it before I burst! So...dig in to the roast - it smells amazing and ready. And sit back down for the final piece of this tale.
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« on: April 17, 2021, 12:21:01 am »
Ysheera returns!
Previous Credit 944
Deposits:
20 Birch Bark into Riven's chest x 40 = 800 (takes 200 T)
8 spotted mushrooms x 100 = 800
13 purple mushroms x 50 = 650
4 sage x 60 = 240
Total deposited: 2490
Plus previous credit of 944 = 3434
Takes:
1 lichen (price? 20?)
Cloak of Protection +2 2000
32 Hickory Branches x 25 = 800
Total Taken = 2820
Paid 282 T into chest
New Credit 614
UPDATE: Ysh returns shortly:
She drops off 2 spotted mushrooms x 100 = 200
5 birch x 40 = 200 (50 taken from Riven's chest)
6 aloe x 30 = 180 (90 taken from Riven's chest, aloe put in Lia's chest)
4 garlic x 50 = 200
Added total of 780 to credit, + previous 614 = New credit 1394
Takes:
17 oak branches x 50 = 850
Pays 85
New Credit = 544
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« on: April 16, 2021, 10:34:40 am »
Barley lugs some wood into Saddlebag:
He purchases:
Cloak of Resistance +2. 9000
Silk Hood 1200
Total purchased: 10,200 (pays 1,020 True)
He deposits:
Cloak of Protection +2 2000
24 Hickory Branches x 25 = 800
1 lion skin = 75
Total dropped: 2875
Previous Credit 38,742
38,742 + 2550 = 41,617
Minus what he purchases today (10,200) = A total credit of 31,417
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« on: April 16, 2021, 09:31:54 am »
So it was time. Time to wander the world, and continue to grow my bardic Al’noth in my own way. And one day…..perhaps one day…..channel the Al’noth through my bow.
Was it my “coming of age” into so-called “adulthood” that released the bardic magics to grow and strengthen? Or perhaps the exhilaration of freedom - wandering the world? Or perhaps Shadon decided he’d played enough tricks on my ability, and let it blossom? Whatever the cause, my bardic spells and song have increased in power over these last four months since leaving home.
I still sing to my bow and arrows, infuse them with the resonance and vibration of the Al’noth in my melody….but to no effect….yet. They do not strike truer or deeper. But they will...I know they will. So I carry on, singing, humming, …..and listening….for the deep silent presence of the Al’noth. Alone, in the forest, it is a delight and joy to discover new bardic spells and attune and weave the Al’noth through song and gesture.
With my newly discovered powers I visited my clan. Once, only once, since leaving. I showed off my abilities to my mother, and she was proud. And….kind, i guess, despite the unspoken rough edges of our relationship.
We spoke of her Arcane Archer path again, for the umpteeth time, and she grew a little cautious, but still chose to work with me. I tempered my impatience and frustration, and tried to soak up whatever I had forgotten from past teachings. Tried to glean more depth into what she demonstrated and described. But as the day wore on my irritation mounted. And finally, on a break alone I realized why. She was disappointed in me. Not in my skills or lack thereof, but...in me. I realized that underneath my rebelliousness and frustration was a deep grief that who I am, my playfulness and lightheartedness, and yes my stubbornness and rebelliousness, all of me somehow added up to a disappointment for her. I had not grown up to be the dutiful, obedient, disciplined, pupil-child she had hoped would be her greatest accomplishment. I was filled with heaviness and sadness at this revelation, but I could not show it or speak to her of it. And by morning the weighty sadness had grown tough scales of independence and stubbornness, as usual.
I left home for perhaps the last time, after a lazy breakfast. I said my goodbyes, and intended to not return, maybe ever, or maybe I will, briefly, but not until I had mastered what Tireen Elyndar, my critical-eyed mother, was unable to teach me.
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