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Hmm, let's go be a Bat at Haleheart Hospital. Should be plenty of easy blood there.
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Let's be an Abyssal Familiar at the Academy. Ghost at the Academy would be my second pick.
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Lux Animus posted:Let's be an Abyssal Familiar at the Academy. Ghost at the Academy would be my second pick. Yeah, plenty of opportunities for mischief, but can we decide where we're summoned? That was depicted as a downside of Abyssal Imp
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paper bag with a face posted:Hmm, let's go be a Bat at Haleheart Hospital. Should be plenty of easy blood there. Bats love hospitals
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Mr. Prokosch posted:Yeah, plenty of opportunities for mischief, but can we decide where we're summoned? That was depicted as a downside of Abyssal Imp It will decide the region in which you are eventually summoned and or escape to!
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paper bag with a face posted:Hmm, let's go be a Bat at Haleheart Hospital. Should be plenty of easy blood there.
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paper bag with a face posted:Hmm, let's go be a Bat at Haleheart Hospital. Should be plenty of easy blood there.
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Lets be a Stillborn Egg in the Wisewordth Academy - someone was going to dissect us but whoops, we are alive!
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academy is also a good egg pick
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Dragon, no preference on where.
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Academy is best; there's always going to be one (or more) students looking to reach a little further to touch that DO NOT TOUCH button. Or just to pass finals. Dragon egg has the best long-term prospects; we can sit on a shelf in some vault indefinitely, if need be.
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 With a gentle shove you feel your essence pushed back into the bonds of mortality, memories garbled and blurred in the shock of once more having senses beyond sight. You are pulled inescapably down, surrounded by hissing whispers in an unknown tongue. There is thunder and lightning, there is a terrible roar and there is silence. For an unknown time all is void. Your consciousness screams wordlessly, yearns for power, destruction, life. It twists in place, but is firmly shackled. Relenting, it collapses in exhaustion, draining ambient magics to fuel it's ascension. Then, once more a heart-beat. Each strained and oh so difficult. There is a sickening crunch as pure vitae suffuses your every pore, reddening tissue and mending once crumbled shell. +1  For a time, this is all you know. ---   At Wördswordth Academy we pride öurselves not önly ön Mägickal Capabilities but alsö ön Practicöl Experience, which is why I am so excited to have such accömplished students for this, the most exciting of mägickal clässes; the cäre of mägickal animäls. Nöw I'm sure yöu've all heard the rumörs, and yes, It is true! This year we dö in fact have a whole clutch of rare drägön äggs, cöllected fröm an ancient ruin in the välley belöw. Tell me, dö any öf yöu knöw anything about drägöns?  "Uh, big angry reptiles?" "Nö nö nö, young Lila Buttons, nöt ängry! Misunderstööd. These 'big angry reptiles' as yöu put it, were in fäct wönderöus Mägickal creatures whö önce frölicked äll acröss the lands, breathing life änd beauty to every nöök and cranny. They ränged from dög-sized wingless räptors to enörmöus flying dräkes, such äs the öne hanging in the nätural histöry museum tödäy."   "You speak in past tense, professor. If they are all dead, what are we doing here? Surely the eggs would have gone stale by now, without a hen to brood them?" "Thät's wäre yöu cöme in, yöung Jesper Gyllenmann! Tödäys tösk will be to sepäräte the wheät fröm the chäff, änd withöut breaking them, mind, figuring öut which äggs are still viäble and which äre best used for pötiöns. Yöu see, drägöns were intensely mägickal beings - tö the pöint were even äbandöned äggs like these cöuld survive eöns on ämbient mäna alöne. Wördsworth Academy has been täasked by the druids öf the Evergreen Gläde tö nurture these önce extinct animals bäck intö the wörld, and yöu have all selected ör been selected för the täsk!"  "Wont that be incredibly dangerous? Didn't dragons breath fire?" "There yöu gö ägain with yöur ässumptions, yöung Mira Clusö! An ägg cännöt härm yöu änd besides, yöu will be wörking in gröups. Shöuld änything untowörd häppen, just räise yöur wänd änd cäll öut tö me öur öne öf the TÄ's änd we will be by yöur side in än instänt! Nöw, unläss there äre äny further questiöns...?!"  "Professor! Are there any special stipulations to this Class Challenge?" "Höw föresighted öf yöu tö äsk, yöung Yvönne Hälfshoe. Mägicke is nöt önly encöuraged, but essentiäl tö these creätures gröwth - äs yöu will nö döubt see during the semester - sö let yöur häir döwn and yöur creätivity flöw and yöu just might be richly rewärded - with a friend för life! Nöw everyöne, it's time tö Pick Yöur Ägg!"  ~~~ Magic. Strong magic. More magic than you've felt in untold ages. Enough to grow you, sustain you, enough to ripen the yolk and set you free. Enough to banish you once and for all. The outside is a dangerous place, only here behind shell and membrane are you truly safe, such come the whispers unbidden from the wyrms of your. Their sage advice flows all around you, nudging you hither and yon, pulling at your mind with their whims. You could swim in it, bask in it and grow wiser for your efforts, or reject them for your own power. None the less, you know their first warning holds true. You are but an egg, and the world is a dangerous place. It seems you have been placed in the care of mortal wizards at some place of learning, likely the thrice-cursed Academy, your language skills are a bit rusty as you are naught but an embryo at the moment. But you know enough to know that there is a culling at hand, and you must somehow convince the wizards to care for you, until you can care for yourself. But what sort of wizard, and why? You sense multiple heartbeats, young and full of vigour, but shielded and strong. You could not hurt them any more than you could get up and walk away on your own. You sense other heartbeats, weaker. Hidden behind shells such as yours. They are ripe for conquest, something the voices tell you must be done, but could you risk being the sole subject of study? What if wiser wizards were to examine you in your weakest form? So many variables, and your brain is still mostly mush. A: Feed on some of your peers, reducing the clutch but empowering yourself. B: Feed on all of your peers, reducing the clutch heavily but empowering yourself a lot. C: Do not feed on your peers, biding your time. There are other heartbeats too, but they are alien to your senses. You know countless sources of mana surround you, each a feast for your form, but all in some way shielded or out of reach. You smell something else as well. Curious, smell? Perhaps another sense entirely. There is wealth beyond measure, hidden in art and artifacts, in coin and in the very frames of the building itself. Oh how you long to fill your gullet with the economical products of mortal artistry for some reason. To lay upon piles and piles of trade-goods, to feel a nations GDP underneath your scaly hide.  Then the world shall cower beneath your flame. Bwa Ha! Ha! Ahem. But first, you must lure a caretaker. With the last of your magical essence, you focus and bring forth one aspect of your True Evil power, a Deadly Sin with which to act as bait. D: greed E: wrath F: envy G: lust H: gluttony I: sloth J: pride Lastly, do you have a preference for a student already shown, or perhaps another which has yet to speak, but is surely nearby? They are all various sorts of early teens of any mortal species, all with their own quirks and flaws. Think of this as a write-in for OC-do-not-steal student, though no guarantees as to how they will react to you or the world at large. Swedish Thaumocracy fucked around with this message at 11:33 on Sep 7, 2020 |
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Reject. We have [ambiguous_Evil_power_placeholder.txt] to leverage! ...Eventually B+G. Leave one, two, maybe more eggs to be future thralls, manipulate mortals with the emotional sledgehammer of vices. Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 15:56 on Sep 7, 2020 |
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AI who said dragons got to be big, mean and quick? Feeding and pampering us is what the lesser races are for  "Oi, professor. Do we need to worry about a live egg bonding itself to us if we give it too much Mana or it hatches and sees our face? Me tribe wouldn't take too kindly to bringing a drake home as a pet!" Slaan fucked around with this message at 12:32 on Sep 7, 2020 |
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AH HUNGER
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Slaan posted:"Oi, professor. Do we need to worry about a live egg bonding itself to us if we give it too much Mana or it hatches and sees our face? Me tribe wouldn't take too kindly to bringing a drake home as a pet!" "Well, äccörding tö lägänd drägöns cäre möstly aböut themselves. But if it wörries yöu, remember the öl Wördswordths säying - if in döubt, use möre mägicke!" --  Reminder to reject or bask in the ancient Wisdom of Wyrms! Since it seems to have been overlooked!
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Sep 7, 2020 13:17
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bask CJ One of these dweebs thinks they have something to prove, and that pride is something to exploit. And we can whisper. But for now it's the time to wait. Wait until it's time for one to know. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPfIccLx08c
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SniperWoreConverse posted:bask
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bask - we need all the wisdom we can get B - and some strength J - Pride is the chief of all sins
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Reject if they were so wise then why they all dead?
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Bask FUN
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AI-Bask e: changed B to A Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 22:47 on Sep 7, 2020 |
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Slaan posted:if they were so wise then why they all dead? Excellent question. Let's devour every morsel of their memories and find out.
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Bask-we need all the information and help we can get. C-we need to bide our time and wait. Don't want any of them to get suspicious. D-We're a dragon. We want gold, and tons of it.
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Reject - we don't need the wisdom of a bunch of dead reptiles. They failed, we will succeed! A - Feed on SOME of our peers, we need to be strong, but a few weaker peers mean that there are more expendable dragons around for the wizards to experiment on. F - Envy is our aspect. What others have, we want. What we have, others want. Envy shall drive others to make deals with us, deals that we can take advantage of.
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Reject C - bide our time J - we are the bestest dragon who ever dragonned!
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 If you could roar, it would be majestic. If you could stand, people would bow in awe. You and you alone are Best Egg, and just to make extra sure you siphon vitae from the strongest and healthiest looking Shell-home-prison of your clutch-kin, darkening it as your sheen grows ever so subtly brighter. Within seconds, there is a great commotion in the lecture hall as children shriek and scream, some casting protective wards upon themselves in sheer panic. You bathe in their terror, feeding on the raw power of their magically charged emotions, laughing within your private sanctum at the plight of mortals - until all at once the cacophony gives way to whispers, interrupting your rightful ascension with words of warning from long ago.  "ℭ𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥, 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔶𝔯𝔪𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔖𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔨𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔲𝔫𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰! 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔚𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴; 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔤𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔶, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯." Reluctantly, very reluctantly, you cut off the flow, leaving one egg a shadow of it's former shelf (Bwa Ha! Ha!) and the others unharmed. Immediately the whispers dissipate and the chaos of the classroom returns, one youth raising their hand skyward and shouting for the teachers attention. [Wisdom increases further, at the cost of self determination and power and to the benefit of your clutch-kin] "Professor! Professor! One of the eggs darkened, nearly died! Before we even picked them! What's going on, is it sick? Is it contagious!?" "Äh yes, I häve heärd öf this. Nöt tö wörry, dragöns äre säid tö be especiälly suceptible - änd ädäptible - tö emötions, öne ör möre amöngst yöu möst häve häd secönd thöugts äböut this, uncönciöusly härming the egg in the pröcess! Sö, let this be the first lessön - cöntröl yöur emötiöns äröund these äggs - änd be cäreful whät mägicks yöu use!" "Nöw, pick yöur äggs - leäve the sick öne för nöw, i'll täke cäre öf it myself - änd let us stärt ön the secönd lesson, nesting!"  "Yöu see, drägöns äre intensly ädäptable, such thät yöu cän guide their gröwth by lining the nest with cäreful selectiön öf öbjects änd mägick öf yöur chöösing. Tädäys mäin täsk will be exäctly thät, sö get tö it, änd remember - cöntröl yöur emötiöns - cöntröl yöur drägon - cöntröl yöur wörld!" --- Moments later, a bright-haired boy and his --- Weeks pass. Or more. Time is rather meaningless for you, doubly so when but a babe. You are only vaguely aware of the goings on outside your shell, and so one day, when sufficiently engorged by your care-takers mana, you mould your own vitae into a claw and pierce the prison provided by life, for the first time in what feels like ages feeling the harsh light of the sun upon your scales. You are born. Before you have a chance to even breath, the whispers return with force to guide you with their whim. "In words lie the power of dragons. Always pick them with care. The first you speak shall be yours and yours alone. It will embody you for the aeons to come, and it will be greatly coveted by many. You must not suffer others to claim it for themselves, lest your dominance wane and vanish. What will be your Word of Power, little wyrmling? With what syllables shall mortals lips quiver?" --- Thus named, you take stock of what is to be home for the foreseeable future. Your nest.  With a single [wealth] to your name, your caretaker has evidently spent sparingly, though you note with some satisfaction that the coin is at least shiny and old. Your caretaker.  A mortal male child of fifteen winters, he, together with a gaggle of younger students, provides you with adequate magical sustenance and superior training, taking great pride in your growth and skill. Your abilities. Whispers of the Wyrms - ancestors guide you, whether you like it or not. Small Sharp Claw - strong enough to pierce dragon-shell. Your (caretakers) quest. To nurse you until you can care for yourself. You have gathered there will be some sort of exam, and you will be graded against your peers. Getting second place, or worse, is not an option. Not for you. --- During these first few days of your new life, where will your focus lie? Leadership. Power. Curiosity. Hunger. Destruction. Defence.
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Our word of Power is Tenbux We shall be Curious as there may be things around us we can steal for our nest. We are Prideful and our nest being so pathetic seriously bothers us. chin up everything sucks fucked around with this message at 18:03 on Sep 9, 2020 |
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Hunger for a growing child Power word: Meow
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Our word of power is [___]. What? Did you think you would get to know our word of power, ancient dragon in our head? Let it be a noise that voice cannot produce, a secret that cannot be known; for it is anathema to creation and thus existence itself! ...No it is not just an awkward silence in the air, hush you and let there be quiet in the peanut gallery Our focus is Curiosity. We must learn more of this world if we are to terrorize it. Reincarnation and subsequent egg-brain was less than kind on our memory, you see. Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 18:52 on Sep 9, 2020 |
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Xy'pzt'nek, Curiosity will likely get us things while still letting us be regarding as a precious scamp.
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Our power word is Subvert, for we will bend all things to our will. Our focus is Curiosity, for knowledge is power and we shall draw in all of it.
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Our word of power is Refuse. Which definition of it? I dunno. If words are so powerful, let's work on our Leadership. paper bag with a face fucked around with this message at 19:18 on Sep 9, 2020 |
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