Runelore as a skill is almost certainly not going to be monopolised by any one faction, since all factions will need access to totems as a major part of current standard city defences. Stick to the other two skills.
The other two shaman skills are curses (which is like a slightly mediocre version of evileye) and vodun (which is the same as puppetry). The only unique thing about shamans is Tzantza, which while cool is hardly enough to make it a factional perk comparable to devotion, groves, spirituality, healing, necromancy, apostasy, occultism, woodlore, domination, and metamorphosis.
Making shamans Hashan-only while keeping runelore available to everyone seems more like a cop-out than a real solution to the problem here.
Ok I know this is the wrong thread etc but I had ideas and already wrote them down so I'll post it here.
Hashan gets shamans exclusively.
Sexy secret Shaman themes extended to Hashan: - Rune lore. The path to power is written on Yggdrasil in runes; shamans strive to translate (and follow?) this plan. Mission. - Effigies. A vodun doll is a representation of a body, a microcosm. The city of Hashan itself was in fact build as an effigy of the entire world, and following the Darkwalker adage, "As within, so without." Mysticism and manipulation. - The spirit pantheon. I know the Spirit Walkers have one. They could be to Ourania/Twilight as Golgotha is to Babel. It could be so cool. Voodoo. It writes itself. - Maybe some kind of soft code of conduct relating to ill-will and the Rule of Threefold Return or some shit. Adapting RL connotations = easier than writing absolutely everything from scratch and expecting it all to stick.
Shamans get a handful of new cool witchdoctory skills, utility and flavour stuff, to make them cooler. Maybe they are available only to shamans who are Hashan citizens. Skills = instant identity.
Good idea, we had this before. It was called Guilds.
I tried to warn you Sarapis. The death of the Guild caused its spirit to linger, and its come back to haunt everyone. (while it clearly invites -me- out for beers, having been a faithful ol chap)
Characters need a looming threat over their heads, to comply or be stripped of their privileges. Authority and respect are understood -much- better when you have them by the short and hairies. The only rogue classes permitted should be the brawler and the barbarian, while true battle groups assemble with rigid standards to enforce the Patron's wishes. People tend to pay lip service to the patron, when they are actually pretty self serving in reality. You can tell the real's from the fakes when you divvy out punishment. Houses killed certain orgs, especially the ones that had dignity and standards. Others became whorehouses welcoming in any and all. Their founders betrayed, at a minimum. The occultists were forced to hand out their secrets like pamphlets, as it just wrecking balled their RP for a few extra bucks.
(Newbie): Delta says, "You all have not just changed the world, you've relised that my rl brother was just a friend who used leto to become the true one."
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Titonus, riding a blood steed, arrives from the west.
Titonus drives the tip of the branding iron deep into your arm, the smell of burning flesh filling the air as the hot metal rod sizzles against your cool skin.
Titonus, riding a blood steed, leaves to the west.
Titonus, riding a blood steed, arrives from the west.
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
You say, "What exactly was that for?"
Titonus pokes at a branding iron urgently.
Titonus says in a raspy, draconic voice, "Chelp branding."
You say, "That's for new citizens."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, "I already have a brand."
Titonus shrugs helplessly.
Titonus says in a raspy, draconic voice, "It's new to me."
You say, "I'll let this one heal, if you don't mind."
You say, "I don't really fancy being a mess of brands."
Titonus says in a raspy, draconic voice, "So, I had to try it out."
You say, "I see."
Titonus says in a raspy, draconic voice, "I feel like I should just randomly brand people."
Titonus says in a raspy, draconic voice, "And, so I shall."
Titonus, riding a blood steed, leaves to the west.
You continue implanting the totem to the land, calling on your runelore to bind the one to the other.
Droch Earionduil Moliuvia says, "Oh you and your totems."
Earionduil pats a feisty hellcat kitten in a friendly manner. A feisty hellcat kitten wends his way between and around Earionduil's legs, languishing in the unintentionally administered affection.
As Xynders circles behind Earionduil, you hear a harsh mewling pierce the air before the kitten strikes, burying his claws in the back of Earionduil's thigh.
Earionduil glares angrily at a feisty hellcat kitten.
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
You break a crunchy cookie in half and pull out a tiny slip of paper from inside. You pop the cookie into your mouth, and only then do you look at the fortune. "The sweet moments are often fleeting, especially if you get the recipe wrong," you read aloud.
You begin feeling slightly flushed.
You are: suffering from voyria.
You take a drink from an oaken vial. Mercifully, the voyria venom has been cleansed from your body. The elixir burns through your veins, destroying the deadly poisons that are killing you. (0.078s)
"Heh heh heh," Reicalou chuckles.
You blink.
You say with a light, purry accent, "Voyria cookie!"
You flap your arms madly.
I had noo idea the fortune cookies came in voyria-laced versions! Now Lala is suspiciously eyeballing all cookies.
Those salads are awesome. I was disagreeing with the remaining sentiment in your statement that points to Mhaldor never producing anything interesting beyond the aforementioned salads.
Those salads are awesome. I was disagreeing with the remaining sentiment in your statement that points to Mhaldor never producing anything interesting beyond the aforementioned salads.
Have another disagree, sir.
Whatever you say, salad hater, but don't drag us all down to your level by talking bad about everyone.
So there I was, browsing around some shops in Hashan to kill some time, and I come spot this.
[Exclusive tailorings]
slippers346568 pink slippers with candy designs 2 400gp
boxers350357 jingling black and silver jester boxers 1 500gp
dress404641 a dress of thin ropes 1 1800gp
Shortly after thinking, what the -, I decided I must've misread something. So I took a closer look.
p dress
You inspect the item that is for sale:
Bound
to the flesh of the wearer, this intricate series of narrow ropes
clings specifically around the body, merely a suggestion of a dress. The
material loops around the neck, plunging over the collar bones like a
deep neckline, travelling between the cleavage before wrapping around
and back over the breasts, outlining their shape. The weave continues to
wrap around the torso, finally travelling around the waist to form a
secure belt, from which the rope dives to cross between the thighs, fit
intimately to the anatomy. Affixed to the waist is a skirt of rope that
criss-crosses around the thighs, nearly constraining movement. A
demonstration of humility, this piece bares the entire feminine form to
the scrutiny of onlookers.
So there I was, browsing around some shops in Hashan to kill some time, and I come spot this.
[Exclusive tailorings]
slippers346568 pink slippers with candy designs 2 400gp
boxers350357 jingling black and silver jester boxers 1 500gp
dress404641 a dress of thin ropes 1 1800gp
Shortly after thinking, what the -, I decided I must've misread something. So I took a closer look.
p dress
You inspect the item that is for sale:
Bound
to the flesh of the wearer, this intricate series of narrow ropes
clings specifically around the body, merely a suggestion of a dress. The
material loops around the neck, plunging over the collar bones like a
deep neckline, travelling between the cleavage before wrapping around
and back over the breasts, outlining their shape. The weave continues to
wrap around the torso, finally travelling around the waist to form a
secure belt, from which the rope dives to cross between the thighs, fit
intimately to the anatomy. Affixed to the waist is a skirt of rope that
criss-crosses around the thighs, nearly constraining movement. A
demonstration of humility, this piece bares the entire feminine form to
the scrutiny of onlookers.
Comments
Hashan gets shamans exclusively.
Sexy secret Shaman themes extended to Hashan:
- Rune lore. The path to power is written on Yggdrasil in runes; shamans strive to translate (and follow?) this plan. Mission.
- Effigies. A vodun doll is a representation of a body, a microcosm. The city of Hashan itself was in fact build as an effigy of the entire world, and following the Darkwalker adage, "As within, so without." Mysticism and manipulation.
- The spirit pantheon. I know the Spirit Walkers have one. They could be to Ourania/Twilight as Golgotha is to Babel. It could be so cool. Voodoo. It writes itself.
- Maybe some kind of soft code of conduct relating to ill-will and the Rule of Threefold Return or some shit. Adapting RL connotations = easier than writing absolutely everything from scratch and expecting it all to stick.
Shamans get a handful of new cool witchdoctory skills, utility and flavour stuff, to make them cooler. Maybe they are available only to shamans who are Hashan citizens. Skills = instant identity.
- Limb Counter - Fracture Relapsing -
"Honestly, I just love that it counts limbs." - Mizik Corten
Wat
- Limb Counter - Fracture Relapsing -
"Honestly, I just love that it counts limbs." - Mizik Corten
i'm a rebel
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Oh, ok.
@DontarionDrakor for twitter boredom.
Titonus drives the tip of the branding iron deep into your arm, the smell of burning flesh filling the air as the hot metal rod sizzles against your cool skin.
Titonus, riding a blood steed, leaves to the west.
Titonus, riding a blood steed, arrives from the west.
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
You say, "What exactly was that for?"
Titonus pokes at a branding iron urgently.
Titonus says in a raspy, draconic voice, "Chelp branding."
You say, "That's for new citizens."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, "I already have a brand."
Titonus shrugs helplessly.
Titonus says in a raspy, draconic voice, "It's new to me."
You say, "I'll let this one heal, if you don't mind."
You say, "I don't really fancy being a mess of brands."
Titonus says in a raspy, draconic voice, "So, I had to try it out."
You say, "I see."
Titonus says in a raspy, draconic voice, "I feel like I should just randomly brand people."
Titonus says in a raspy, draconic voice, "And, so I shall."
Titonus, riding a blood steed, leaves to the west.
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
Droch Earionduil Moliuvia says, "Oh you and your totems."
Earionduil pats a feisty hellcat kitten in a friendly manner.
A feisty hellcat kitten wends his way between and around Earionduil's legs, languishing in the
unintentionally administered affection.
As Xynders circles behind Earionduil, you hear a harsh mewling pierce the air before the kitten
strikes, burying his claws in the back of Earionduil's thigh.
Earionduil glares angrily at a feisty hellcat kitten.
into your mouth, and only then do you look at the fortune. "The sweet moments are often fleeting,
especially if you get the recipe wrong," you read aloud.
You begin feeling slightly flushed.
You are:
suffering from voyria.
You take a drink from an oaken vial.
Mercifully, the voyria venom has been cleansed from your body.
The elixir burns through your veins, destroying the deadly poisons that are killing you. (0.078s)
"Heh heh heh," Reicalou chuckles.
You blink.
You say with a light, purry accent, "Voyria cookie!"
You flap your arms madly.
I had noo idea the fortune cookies came in voyria-laced versions! Now Lala is suspiciously eyeballing all cookies.
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[Exclusive tailorings]
slippers346568 pink slippers with candy designs 2 400gp
boxers350357 jingling black and silver jester boxers 1 500gp
dress404641 a dress of thin ropes 1 1800gpShortly after thinking, what the -, I decided I must've misread something. So I took a closer look.
p dress
You inspect the item that is for sale:
Bound to the flesh of the wearer, this intricate series of narrow ropes clings specifically around the body, merely a suggestion of a dress. The material loops around the neck, plunging over the collar bones like a deep neckline, travelling between the cleavage before wrapping around and back over the breasts, outlining their shape. The weave continues to wrap around the torso, finally travelling around the waist to form a secure belt, from which the rope dives to cross between the thighs, fit intimately to the anatomy. Affixed to the waist is a skirt of rope that criss-crosses around the thighs, nearly constraining movement. A demonstration of humility, this piece bares the entire feminine form to the scrutiny of onlookers.
This item is stylishly cut to reveal the navel.
It has 83 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 12 ounce(s).
It won't protect you much from the cold.
Kindly, what?