You know, the whole "no indefinite spells on living patterns" thing.
Huh didn't know there was a rule for that.
I mean the core book I'm reading right now mentions about how life spells will fade and are not indefinite but it also mentions how it only reverts unnatural changes more normal changes can be permanent.
I don't see why a mage can't use the Life arcana to heal all the natural genetic damage that makes up aging much the same way they can permanent fix a bullet wound.
Seems silly that there is a shoot first policy on mages extending their life, hell there are artifacts that can do that!
Plus for a Death Arcana mage there is plenty of
deserved targets that can have their lifeline's drained.
This policy for the Pentacle orders to restrict their oldest members to merely a long lifespan is foolish.
Do the Seers follow this ideal?
Do Banishers?
From a bit of research apparently the Free Council is lax on the subject.
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"Master Dublin we uh, we need to talk."
"Oh? Well don't just stand in the doorway Michele. Sit, tell me your concerns."
Michele awkwardly sits in the flimsy beany-bag chair.
"Some of the other cabals in the city have been getting restless lately."
"Well that's hardly news at all, when are our associates not restless?"
"Well Master it uh, seems they are talking -gossiping really, about... you."
"Talking about me? Huh, it's been a while since I've done anything worth talking abou- Wait! Have I been sleep casting again?
Michele fidgets uncomfortably.
"No Master its a little more complicated then that."
"Well? Spit it out girl I'm old enough as it is!"
"T-they are beginning to think -it's total nonsense but they are beginning to believe that you are extending your uh, life."
Master Dublin blinks putting on the appearance of confusion.
"Extending my life? I'm 260 years old, of course I'm extending my life!"
Michele reels back shocked.
"You admit it!"
"Of course. I'm no woman, I gain no pleasure from making you younglings guess."
"Sexist Master and they- Master they speak of you extending your life through... illicit means."
Master Dublin frowns and begins stroking his beard in thought.
"Illicit means? Could you be more specific Michele?"
Michele looks down from her mentors piercing gaze.
"Soul Thievery, Bloodbathing, Forbidden Self-Pattern Modification, Pacts with the Abyss. Those sorta things Master."
Master Dublin sighs causing Michele to jump as the aged mage is no longer at his desk but behind her; retrieving his coat.
"I suppose this is what I get for not attending meetings in a couple decades. Life extension illegal hmph! And they wonder why the Seers have so much ground."
"Master?"
"Man the er- I mean Woman the fort Michele, I'm fairly sure we're long overdue for our annual Banisher Cook Off."
"Master Dublin where are you going?!"
The Master mage leans backwards, groaning in relief at the multitude of pops his vertebrae makes before straightening and facing his student with a grin.
"I'm going to remind our friendly neighborhood Order the merits of keeping me around."