CoS1 - You Dreamt of Royal war (HP/Fate)
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I'm going to go ahead and close the vote. Can someone give me a vote tally? My vote tally program is really acting weired right now.
Vote Tally : You Dreamt a Dream of Another Life (HP/?????) | Page 34 | Sufficient Velocity
##### NetTally 1.7.4
[13] Ollivanders
[11] Gringotts Wizarding Bank
[7] Practice social skills empathy, expression at nearby park
[5] Practice with waster for the week
[4] Read at the public library
[2] Flourish and Blotts Bookseller
[1] Write a "Thank You" note for your parents. Build your own kingdom, with pillows, blankets
[1] Keep an eye out for the Owls, take a break from training and go out for long walks.
[1] Attempt to eat one of your Wasters
[1] Practice Social in the park.
Total No. of Voters: 27
##### NetTally 1.7.4
[13] Ollivanders
[11] Gringotts Wizarding Bank
[7] Practice social skills empathy, expression at nearby park
[5] Practice with waster for the week
[4] Read at the public library
[2] Flourish and Blotts Bookseller
[1] Write a "Thank You" note for your parents. Build your own kingdom, with pillows, blankets
[1] Keep an eye out for the Owls, take a break from training and go out for long walks.
[1] Attempt to eat one of your Wasters
[1] Practice Social in the park.
Total No. of Voters: 27
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Rolling
Edit: Wait, are you using Exalted rules or OWoD rules?
Edit: Wait, are you using Exalted rules or OWoD rules?
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Lunaryon
Dual Aurora Wave
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It's very similar to OWod, there are some various things that we've editted and smudged to fit what we are wanting, but it's much closer to OWoD than Exalted.
Mainly, because I have access to a bunch of OWoD books, but don't have any Exalted or NWoD books.
Mainly, because I have access to a bunch of OWoD books, but don't have any Exalted or NWoD books.
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So that was an above average roll at 3 successes rather than a terrible roll at 1 success. Good to know.
Nah, DC 7 is Exalted usually, and even 1 success in that system is considered passable. Mortals usually don't face anything higher than needing 2 Successes if they're doing everyday things like Farming and such. And that would probably be for the more difficult stuff even then. Like... 1 success would be fertile land, 2 would be somewhat barren, and 3 would be very bad soil or something.
Wow, nice botch you got there. *Shrug* Oh well.
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Yep, rather proud of it, it ALMOST had a success several times over, but I pulled through and botched it.
What's a Excellency?
Lunaryon
Dual Aurora Wave
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I know it's an Exalted thing - so I honestly have only a vague idea
But I think it's a sort of gamble where you give up a Success for more rolls?
Or something like that.
Pay for dice, pay for successes or pay for a reroll
Remembering a wand shop.
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The letters on the shop were peeling off, thought you could still read the words "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC" written on the door. There was a single wand that could be seen on the other side of the shops rather dusty window, sitting on a purple cushion that seems to have been sun bleached. Walking through the front door with your professor, you could hear the tinkling of a bell somewhere in the store.
The inside was not very large, and what space there was was quite cluttered. The only place that was free was a small spindly chair that Professor Snape moved over to and sit upon. Set in great racks were what had to be literally thousands of small boxes stacked from floor to ceiling in almost like walls. The air of the store was dusty, and yet... There was something. A feel of... a sort of charge in the air? No, that was far from the right word to describe it. It was like the room was stuffed with energy and power, something that seemed to set a fire in your chest, a thrumming force that was begging to be released to act at your command.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice.
There, standing behind the counter was a man, looking over at you with an interested eye. He seemed to be an old man, with wide pale eyes and long gray hair. There was something... that set you on edge about him. A familiarity that shook you to your bones. His eyes passed over you again, a slightly troubled look on his face, before he turned to the Professor, and a bright smile lit his face at seeing him.
"Ah, Severus! Bringing another student around to my shop are you? Hawthorn and Black Dragon heartstring, thirteen inches on the dot, and more swishy than one would suspect, if I recall correctly."
"Yes."
The man nodded, before turning back to you.
"Well then, Ms...."
"Granger"
"Granger! Let us see. Now, which arm would you be your wand arm?"
"I'm trained with both arms."
"Interesting! Hold out your arms for me, would you?"
You stick both of your arms out as the man pulls a long measuring tape out from his pocket, before dropping it. It never touches the ground though, instead floating around and measuring parts of your body. It measures from your shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and even around your head. All while it measures you, he speaks.
"Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Ms. Granger. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with someones wand."
You watched as the old man moved about the shelves, taking down some of the boxes and moving them around. With a snap of his finger the measuring tape fell to the floor in a small heap, before the plank of wood it was on flipped over and placed it under the floor.
"Right then, Ms. Granger. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave!"
Taking the wand, you gave it a wave around. It didn't take to long before the old man snatch it from your hand, before replacing it at once.
"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try –"
You started to try – but you could barely raise the wand when it, too, was snatched back by the old man.
"No, no – here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
So you tried, and tried some other wands as well. You really didn't have a clue what it was the old man was waiting for, but the pile of used wands had been growing higher and higher as you went along. Honestly you would be more annoyed with him if it wasn't for the fact that he seemed so happy! You were also glade that with each time you grabbed a wand, some of the feeling inside of you had died down. It made you less twitchy, something that you didn't realize you were until you stopped being twitchy. You continued on for quite a while, before he started to go into the back of the shop, pulling out wands that some of the previous owners of the shop had made.
"Hmmm... Perhaps..." The old man said, after giving you another long once over. "I think I may know just the wand for you my dear." He hurried back to the back of the store, and for a few long moments the room was quiet, before Ollivander returned with a long thin box, no different from any of the others, and yet there was already something about it that drew your eye to it.
"This one is one of a kind, and were it not for how things had already been going, I may have never thought to try this out. Twelve and a quarter inches, with a shaft of dragon tooth instead of wood. The core however is something special. I was never able to get an answer from that old fool on how he did it, but a core of Dragon's blood suspended in Amber from a Yew tree. Not just any Dragon blood however, but blood from the very same dragon that the shaft is crafted from. Go on... Let us see if the he was right..."
You reach out slowly, a feeling of... trepidation, of expectation permeating the air. And as you fingers wrap about it, there is a moment where you can feel... Acceptance? Agreement? Something. Something calling forth from the wand, as warmth flows forward from your chest, down your arms, and into the wand.
You twirl the wand in your hand as you so often do your knife, and bursting forth from the tip are softly shining stars that shimmer and glow red, silver, gold and blue. Finishing your impromptu twirl, the wand settles in your hand, as a great burst of flame surges free, snaking up in the shape of a great dragon, before it opened wide it's might maw and forth came a roar that shook the windows and dropped dust from the ceiling.
Walking into your house you wandered into your living room before felling into one of the chairs, following that you started to rub your temples. How on earth this last week could have gone how it did was completely lost to you. No matter how you think about it your still unsure how you screwed things up as bad as you did, and to think that you simply tried to talk to those kids. You have no idea what it was you said, or if it was something else, that sent the multitude of kids off crying, but no matter how you thought about it you weren't sure what it was you said. It was so frustrating! Sure, you could figure out what people were feeling a little better then last week, but that was a moot point when you couldn't figure out what caused them to break down crying.
Sighing, you looked at the calender to see that it was indeed Saturday the 24th. It would only be a few more hours before Professor Snape arrived. You were thankful that the Professor would come over once a month to let you practice the spells that you had seen in some of your books. You only wished that you were allowed to cast spell while he wasn't here, it would be so useful to be able to cast the repairing spell on your Wasters. You thought back to your last lesson with the professor, you had just managed to finish learning how to cast the spells to give off both red and green sparks. With that finished you had been getting ready to learn another spell from your books.
Which spell will you work on?
[ ] Softening Charm (Spongify)
[ ] Locking Spell (Colloportus)
[ ] Unlocking Charm/Thief's Friend (Alohomora)
[ ] Levitation Charm (Wingardium Leviosa)
[ ] Fire-Making Charm (Incendio)
The inside was not very large, and what space there was was quite cluttered. The only place that was free was a small spindly chair that Professor Snape moved over to and sit upon. Set in great racks were what had to be literally thousands of small boxes stacked from floor to ceiling in almost like walls. The air of the store was dusty, and yet... There was something. A feel of... a sort of charge in the air? No, that was far from the right word to describe it. It was like the room was stuffed with energy and power, something that seemed to set a fire in your chest, a thrumming force that was begging to be released to act at your command.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice.
There, standing behind the counter was a man, looking over at you with an interested eye. He seemed to be an old man, with wide pale eyes and long gray hair. There was something... that set you on edge about him. A familiarity that shook you to your bones. His eyes passed over you again, a slightly troubled look on his face, before he turned to the Professor, and a bright smile lit his face at seeing him.
"Ah, Severus! Bringing another student around to my shop are you? Hawthorn and Black Dragon heartstring, thirteen inches on the dot, and more swishy than one would suspect, if I recall correctly."
"Yes."
The man nodded, before turning back to you.
"Well then, Ms...."
"Granger"
"Granger! Let us see. Now, which arm would you be your wand arm?"
"I'm trained with both arms."
"Interesting! Hold out your arms for me, would you?"
You stick both of your arms out as the man pulls a long measuring tape out from his pocket, before dropping it. It never touches the ground though, instead floating around and measuring parts of your body. It measures from your shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and even around your head. All while it measures you, he speaks.
"Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Ms. Granger. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with someones wand."
You watched as the old man moved about the shelves, taking down some of the boxes and moving them around. With a snap of his finger the measuring tape fell to the floor in a small heap, before the plank of wood it was on flipped over and placed it under the floor.
"Right then, Ms. Granger. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave!"
Taking the wand, you gave it a wave around. It didn't take to long before the old man snatch it from your hand, before replacing it at once.
"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try –"
You started to try – but you could barely raise the wand when it, too, was snatched back by the old man.
"No, no – here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
So you tried, and tried some other wands as well. You really didn't have a clue what it was the old man was waiting for, but the pile of used wands had been growing higher and higher as you went along. Honestly you would be more annoyed with him if it wasn't for the fact that he seemed so happy! You were also glade that with each time you grabbed a wand, some of the feeling inside of you had died down. It made you less twitchy, something that you didn't realize you were until you stopped being twitchy. You continued on for quite a while, before he started to go into the back of the shop, pulling out wands that some of the previous owners of the shop had made.
"Hmmm... Perhaps..." The old man said, after giving you another long once over. "I think I may know just the wand for you my dear." He hurried back to the back of the store, and for a few long moments the room was quiet, before Ollivander returned with a long thin box, no different from any of the others, and yet there was already something about it that drew your eye to it.
"This one is one of a kind, and were it not for how things had already been going, I may have never thought to try this out. Twelve and a quarter inches, with a shaft of dragon tooth instead of wood. The core however is something special. I was never able to get an answer from that old fool on how he did it, but a core of Dragon's blood suspended in Amber from a Yew tree. Not just any Dragon blood however, but blood from the very same dragon that the shaft is crafted from. Go on... Let us see if the he was right..."
You reach out slowly, a feeling of... trepidation, of expectation permeating the air. And as you fingers wrap about it, there is a moment where you can feel... Acceptance? Agreement? Something. Something calling forth from the wand, as warmth flows forward from your chest, down your arms, and into the wand.
You twirl the wand in your hand as you so often do your knife, and bursting forth from the tip are softly shining stars that shimmer and glow red, silver, gold and blue. Finishing your impromptu twirl, the wand settles in your hand, as a great burst of flame surges free, snaking up in the shape of a great dragon, before it opened wide it's might maw and forth came a roar that shook the windows and dropped dust from the ceiling.
Walking into your house you wandered into your living room before felling into one of the chairs, following that you started to rub your temples. How on earth this last week could have gone how it did was completely lost to you. No matter how you think about it your still unsure how you screwed things up as bad as you did, and to think that you simply tried to talk to those kids. You have no idea what it was you said, or if it was something else, that sent the multitude of kids off crying, but no matter how you thought about it you weren't sure what it was you said. It was so frustrating! Sure, you could figure out what people were feeling a little better then last week, but that was a moot point when you couldn't figure out what caused them to break down crying.
Sighing, you looked at the calender to see that it was indeed Saturday the 24th. It would only be a few more hours before Professor Snape arrived. You were thankful that the Professor would come over once a month to let you practice the spells that you had seen in some of your books. You only wished that you were allowed to cast spell while he wasn't here, it would be so useful to be able to cast the repairing spell on your Wasters. You thought back to your last lesson with the professor, you had just managed to finish learning how to cast the spells to give off both red and green sparks. With that finished you had been getting ready to learn another spell from your books.
Which spell will you work on?
[ ] Softening Charm (Spongify)
[ ] Locking Spell (Colloportus)
[ ] Unlocking Charm/Thief's Friend (Alohomora)
[ ] Levitation Charm (Wingardium Leviosa)
[ ] Fire-Making Charm (Incendio)
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[X] Fire-Making Charm (Incendio)
Fire is always useful.
Fire is always useful.
Who needs an unlocking spell when you can just burn the door down and melt the metal holding it up?
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- USA
[X] Fire-Making Charm (Incendio)
Why do I feel like Snape is going to regret this?
Why do I feel like Snape is going to regret this?
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[X] Fire-Making Charm (Incendio)
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
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- New York
[X] Fire-Making Charm (Incendio)