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  • [X] Ar'Azil's Grimoire (106,000 IM)
    [X] Ar'Azil's Grimoire (106,000 IM)
 
[X] egoo

@DragonParadox, does this help at all with our Psionics research? It's info on how to poke the souls of Aberrations, something the Psionics research has to delve into quite a bit.
 
If you had more of an understanding of psionics maybe, but as is no, you are still looking into the very basics. Poking mind-soul interactions comes later.
Okay, so this makes further research possible after baseline psionics is figured out.
Wait so he will make us our own familiar with all the knowledge inside by next month? Is that what he is saying?
Yes, that's what he's saying. We get a brand new familiar which we can hand off to Anu.
 
Interlude DCCCXXIII: Lighting the Way
Lighting the Way

Elsewhere Elsewhen

The woman sat upon a jade bench looking out into a sea of impossible colors, shifting, writhing, dividing and conjoining like streams, like rainbows after summer rain, like life. She sat upon the edge of a precipice and watched the dreams of men each like onto gods shape their memories and expectations, their hopes and fears, their own heaven and hell fragile as dusk and dawn, more enduring than the mountains.

Over the past few months Aenie Caleris had learned to tease out truths from the lies, order from chaos, to recognize the hunters of dreams and how they shaped this realm and the beasts of the woods carved game trails under the green vaults where never had any human set foot. She had listened for the difference between the dreams of mortals and immortals, serpent's kin and roaring bull. She had passed curtains of verdant shadows where the singers slept the slow dreams of green-growing things. But it was in none of these places that she found the answer the King had long sought, but in the dreams of the ones awoken without intent, children of no god but the Dream itself.

Distantly she heard the soft wheeze of the Essarian sleeping beside her psychical form. In a larger being it might have been a snore, but it was too cute for that, not that she would ever say so aloud to any of the little silver-furred beings. They could be rather touchy about such perceptions.

Aenie could hardly tell them she found their sleeping souls even cuter than anything physical about them. People tended to get odd when you complemented their souls, as though you were planning to do unsavory things with them. She had one fellow outright accuse her of wanting to eat his soul when she had done that, accused her of 'being some kind of succubus'. They really should not have left those books where the apprentices could reach them. It gave them odd ideas.

She shook off the thought, her somewhat pitiful attempts at romance when her mother still thought of her as a little girl half the time and to practically everyone else around her other than the Lord Justice was something odd and foreign was not what she should be focusing on right now, unless she wanted to create some kind of lust spirit which... no, bad Aenie, you have a paycheck to make.

Peering through the ever shifting colors the sorceress reached out for the spark of silver light, the ward-fire, cradling it carefully in hand. It felt warm. Suddenly she clenched her fist... and hissed in pain from the flame. Then she laughed... giggled really for the first time in a long time.

The charms worked, they really worked material to dream transposition of energy that was unmediated by a living mind, dreamscaping. Granted being able to make flames in the Dreamlands through protective charms above dreamers' heads was still far off from the King's ultimate ambitions with the project, but it worked, it really worked, stone-solid results to show for her months of work and not just abstract building blocks and the charms could protect sleepers from lesser dream predators. Grown into her power in the shadow of the
Doom Aenie had always been a believer in practical sorceries and this one may well save lives, or even souls under the right circumstances.

Dreamscaping Complete 26/20:
  • Achieved material to Dreamlands energy conversion, the foundation of any dreamscaping
  • Created Silver Flame Talismans (Cost 100 IM, can be made in batches of 10; shield dreaming minds from most predators by creating a ring of ward-flame around their personal dreamscape)
OOC: Since we are basically done with the trade and the current vote is hardly the most exciting, here's that interlude I wrote two days ago. This is the next step in dream-shaping is to create actual structures, solid matter that can serve as the arteries of the Imperial Deity, though of course the prototypes of that will be less god arteries and more walls and structures. There are many more tiers of research for making said god.
 
Bah, relaaax Aenie. You're still in your thirties, plenty of time to find a suitable partner. And if that don't work? There's still reincarnation and the likes.

Though, Aenie is an Inquisitor, right? If so, I don't think that raising her family could ever be an option for her. Unless she retires of course.
 
Wonderful. We really need to devote a lot if time into this. As we have kickstarted the making of outsiders, we have basically kickstarted saving souls.
 
Bah, relaaax Aenie. You're still in your thirties, plenty of time to find a suitable partner. And if that don't work? There's still reincarnation and the likes.

Though, Aenie is an Inquisitor, right? If so, I don't think that raising her family could ever be an option for her. Unless she retires of course.

No, she is one of lady Saenena's children, the one who lived to a write old age in the Valyrian wastelands after the Doom. Mentally she is 70+, though her body is much younger.
 
Lighting the Way

Elsewhere Elsewhen

The woman sat upon a jade bench looking out into a sea of impossible colors, shifting, writhing, dividing, and conjoining like streams, like rainbows after summer rain, like life. She sat upon the edge of a precipice and watched the dreams of men, each like unto gods, shape their memories and expectations, their hopes and fears, their own heaven and hell, fragile as dusk and dawn yet more enduring than the mountains.

Over the past few months Aenie Caleris had learned to tease out truths from lies, order from chaos, to recognize the hunters of dreams and how they shaped this realm, and the beasts of the woods carved game trails under the green vaults where never had any human set foot. She had listened for the difference between the dreams of mortals and immortals, serpent's kin and roaring bull. She had passed curtains of verdant shadows where the singers slept the slow dreams of green-growing things. But it was in none of these places that she found the answer the King had long sought, but in the dreams of the ones awoken without intent, children of no god but the Dream itself.

Distantly she heard the soft wheeze of the Essarian sleeping beside her physical form. In a larger being it might have been a snore, but it was too cute for that, not that she would ever say so aloud to any of the little silver-furred beings. They could be rather touchy about such perceptions.

Aenie could hardly tell them she found their sleeping souls even cuter than anything physical about them. People tended to get odd when you complemented their souls, as though you were planning to do unsavory things with them. She had one fellow outright accuse her of wanting to eat his soul when she had done that, accused her of 'being some kind of succubus'. They really should not have left those books where the apprentices could reach them. It gave them odd ideas.

She shook off the thought. Her somewhat pitiful attempts at romance, when her mother still thought of her as a little girl half the time or that to practically everyone else around her, other than the Lord Justice, she was something odd and foreign, was not what she should be focusing on right now, unless she wanted to create some kind of lust spirit which... No, bad Aenie, you have a stipend to earn.

Peering through the ever shifting colors, the sorceress reached out for the spark of silver light, the ward-fire, cradling it carefully in hand. It felt warm. Suddenly she clenched her fist... and hissed in pain from the flame. Then she laughed... giggled really, for the first time in a long time.

The charms worked, they really worked. Material to dream transposition of energy that was unmediated by a living mind, dreamscaping. Granted, being able to make flames in the Dreamlands through protective charms above dreamers' heads was still far off from the King's ultimate ambitions with the project, but it worked, it really worked, stone-solid results to show for her months of work and not just abstract building blocks and the charms could protect sleepers from lesser dream predators. Grown into her power in the shadow of theDoom, Aenie had always been a believer in practical sorceries and this one may well save lives, or even souls under the right circumstances.

Dreamscaping Complete 26/20:
  • Achieved material to Dreamlands energy conversion, the foundation of any dreamscaping
  • Created Silver Flame Talismans (Cost 100 IM, can be made in batches of 10; shield dreaming minds from most predators by creating a ring of ward-flame around their personal dreamscape)
OOC: Since we are basically done with the trade and the current vote is hardly the most exciting, here's that interlude I wrote two days ago. This is the next step in dream-shaping is to create actual structures, solid matter that can serve as the arteries of the Imperial Deity, though of course the prototypes of that will be less god arteries and more walls and structures. There are many more tiers of research for making said god.
Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.

I changed "paycheck to make" to "stipend to earn", as paycheck doesn't seem to fit the common Planetosi vernacular.
People tended to get odd when you complemented their souls, as though you were planning to do unsavory things with them.

:lol:

To be fair, that is a valid concern when your world and cosmology is home to multiple soul eating or stealing entities.
 
So, we are going to have to make a full bestiary entry for all our imperial outsiders.

What's the thematic? I'm thinking fire, angels, dragons and metal
 
So, we are going to have to make a full bestiary entry for all our imperial outsiders.

What's the thematic? I'm thinking fire, angels, dragons and metal
Law for sure, maybe Fire, maybe Native.

We'll need to do a write-up for the Imperial subtype, too. It's likely going to be different enough to need special notation.
 
So, we are going to have to make a full bestiary entry for all our imperial outsiders.

What's the thematic? I'm thinking fire, angels, dragons and metal
Law for sure, maybe Fire, maybe Native.

We'll need to do a write-up for the Imperial subtype, too. It's likely going to be different enough to need special notation.
We're definitely having Fire and Dragon in there. Paragons of Law.

Outsider variants of the Heralds.
 
Our own Outsiders, in the self-created sense would need a completly new subtype, but for now we are mostly dealing with Devils and Archons who work for us.

Even if we eventually connect them to a new power-source and auto-ressurection I suspect there will not be much fundamental change, they'll mostly keep the perks of their own types, with minor alterations.
 
We're definitely having Fire and Dragon in there. Paragons of Law.

Outsider variants of the Heralds.
Outsiders shouldn't have the Dragon type, and vice versa. Those are both main creature types which don't normally mix. Even Tiamat's Abishai aren't Dragon typed.

It also makes them more vulnerable to additional effects. If they had both types, they would be affected by spells which target Outsiders or Dragons, and Bane weapons could double up on them easily. An enemy with a +1 Dragon and Lawful Outsider Bane weapon would effectively be wielding a +5 weapon against one of them with a +4d6 damage bonus.
 
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