Yngartash: March 2011

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Gitnak Nuk the Gnomish Nikkhjultann Mechanician Professor

Gitnak Nuk the Gnomish Nikkhjultann Mechanican Professor and his first creation The Walking 9 pound Slashing Nukoid Commando Orb (Wa-Snu-Co).

As the last of my clan the noble clockwork mages of Nuk, I have made it my lifequest to discover and create the perfect mechanical creation, intelligent and alive as the very fabric of what Nikkhjultann themselves calls the Great Machine of the clockwork dimension itself.

I am here today at Mwhatlandia to profess to you how to make a true clockwork creation and how I made my very first creation Wa-Snu-Co (The Walking 9lbs Slashing Nukoid Commando Orb), and how this is just the first of many on the path to perfection, still this mechanoid is run by the elegant power of weightchymia, and re-charged through my family's own invention of clockwork cantrips for rewinding the wheightchymical mechanism. Now you might wonder what can a Wa-Snu-Co do? Simple it does anything you want it to, as long as you are able to program it with the correct symbolic numerology and elaborate clockwork systematics.

But lets not rest with this, in my workshop I am currently working on the next generation of clockwork mechanics, able to storage wast amount of codes and complexed systematics, even some simple self-adjustable numerical logical fractioning computation of its surroundings. Also during my travels back to my home over in the Caliphate I was invited to work on a gnomish airship, elchymical in nature this is something I am looking into for future mechanical engineering of such nature to make it less dependent on weightchymical rewinding which in my experience leaves the clockwork creation way to vulnerable the possibility of jamming, and weightchymical fatigue to the wires, doohickeys and sprockets.

Now let me continue the next 5 hour long profession about my own designed clockwork instrument the mechanical flute...

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Torak Kin Superior Master of Light and Shadows, Psnome illusionist

Torak Kin here reflected to you in a scrying mirror.

Torak Kin is the most dedicated psnome to study under me in my over 1200 years of teaching, he is also a devoted follower of the Gnomish god of pranks, trickery and inventions, a true joy to be around so full of life and clever pranks.

Eventhogh Torak never knew who his parents where he firmly believes he is of a royal blend and he does indeed have some of the higher nobility psnomes traits, looks and qualities and even their quirks, and he is probably a full psnome or at least a psnome with one gnomish and one psnomish parent, he also have a multitude of the psionic wild talents that psnomes are known to naturally express even withouth a single day of training as a psionic, Torak also has an amazing charisma able to enroll creatures even at the first meeting using his quick wits, natural looks and exceptionally pleasant voice to bring his points to you.

As a young psnome Torak spent five years watching light bugs and have several tomes written and filled with his drawings, notes about the living lights these bugs emit, he even managed to extract their source of light he showed the full joy only psnomes are able to express.

Torak favor fresh roasted boar for his meals, often with a good drink. Torak Kin hates trolls and quickly loses his temper while in the company of trolls of any kind. Copper elves and dragons on the other hand he loves, also every spell user is welcome in his eyes except for troll spell users that is. This young psnomes lifequest is to understand and control light and shadows in all its forms

The oldest elf thought to ever been in our world Master Dominae Lurius I of The Lanifoel Council describing one of his most brilliant students the psnome illusionist Torak Kin, 21st of Zatre 1144ES.

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The Gnome Silentfire Swimminrun, head illusionist at The Mwhatlandia College of Magic

Silentfire Swimminrun head gnome illusionist at The Mwhatlandia College of Magic, here depicted showing off some flame illusions.

Silenfire is an excellent illusionist though some of the tricks he learned from me his old mentor. Silentfire loves to mix illusion with reality making his students constantly guess is this real fire? or another illusion by masking reality Silentfire has proven than an illusionist can do so much more than just phantasms, audible or imaginary illusions and by mixing all of them into our own reality one can make anything seem possible, by adding the simplest of spells cantrips into the blend of higher magic or cloaking his own super gnomish natural strength, Silenfire has beat many mages and warriors more than double his size and length of training.

Silentfire Swimminrun here showing of how one can make a real fire spell seem even more scary by causing the bright parts to appear as if they are dark while keeping the shaded parts lit up, some might even think this to be illusional fires and get double damage when they walk into it with the assumption of it being harmless tricks of a stupid gnome.

Silenfires amazing strength, speed and wits has bedazzled many a foe or arena constestant making him one of the highest prized illusionists to entertain the masses of Lanifoel or teach at The Mwhatlandia College of Magic. Silentfire has more so than any other Mwhatlandian teacher persuaded even hard core damage oriented battle mages of the usefulness of a simple well placed illusion into the mist of battle.

When I asked my then novice student Silentfire what he considered to be his life quest he answered to create the perfect illusion, so well amalgamed with all elements that it becomes like it has a life of its own.

Gneros Forgot about his former student Silenfire Swimminrun on the 44th of Dicher year 1145ES.

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Gold Elf Firechymist Eldor of House Riladar

Firechymist Eldor of the Gold Elven Noble House Riladar, caught putting some bushes in the Rielsys forest outside of Lanifoel into a blaze. Unknown to Eldor he was being observed the invisible forgnome Gneros Forgot protector of Rielsys.

Most of you know my family the gold elven elite noble house Riladar in Lanifoel, both as devout followers of Shar, our patron god and as wealthy providers of everything that bring warmth, light and comfort on a cold day in the months of the ice-crystal, or Shartar in all of the elven tongues, House Riladar provide everything from calming incense for your weary child, smoke incarcerates, firewood, cooking supplies and so much more.

As the youngest son of High-elitor Raocal Riladar and the currently only fulltime house alchymist and adventurer I have been sent on missions to the child run empire of Juanish, trade missions in behalf of the Riladar's in The Glorious Caliphate run by the short lived humans in the west. And to the Ghanathar Swamp town of Rabel in the north, a filthy place ruled by bands of thieving humans.

While visiting the Temple of Shar or passed by a home engulfed in flames you might even have met my older brother by 10 years firewarden of Shar, Adarden Rilidar, or Bridge as he likes to call himself.

Less known is probably that I am also the yougest brother to Releeni Alivilenn, the famed gold elf minstrel and spellsinger that travel the lands of Thalmariea, sharing his spellbinding hymns to Shar, popular dance tunes among the gnomes or most beautiful songs about nature among the copper elves in the Rielsys forest.

In my earlier years I even tried to join the Druidic order of Green, though earlier youthful playing with flames and a chaotic nature banned me from ever joining their ranks of neutrality, equality and total reverence to everything in nature. Of then my father intervined and gained me a training position in the field of firechymi under the then Master of Alchemy firechymist human Rantherior, and after Rantheriors untimely death from a laboratory fire under the current Master of Alchemy the amazing young human female Lifechymist Taria Ators, as you know was the youngest ever master of the Lanifoel Council.

The newest development has again called for my travels in the service of my father Raocal to find out what have happened to our supplies of Nafta, one of the most important commodities and ingredients to many of our secret alchymical concoctions.

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Xane Xiltyn, Ambassador and Converted Priest

Xane Xiltyn, silverdrow, Arachnei priest, convert from Llothl and now Ambassador for the Juanish Drow in the Caliphate. Old Tainting by Xeioqliquilndireec the Artisan Beholder, commissioned during Xanes early years while still in training as preast of Llothl.

I must say myself few have had as much changed as I have in my in my life in the year of 1144ES, It all started when I was a normal preast of Llothl, as normal as the older brother of the Junish Drow child empress could be that is. After decades of training in the faith I was finally ready to serve my empire, as I was summoned to my sisters throne, I was given a simple first mission to retrieve a enemy of the throne alive, to assist me the kobold bounty hunter Ikikiaw was to accompany me, needless to say this went perfectly and my sister was pleased with my swift and ruthless handling of the task.

Still I was troubled, soon my sister Loriofo I Xiltyn had a new mission for me but first she needed to see me alone, and It all changed from here, I felt better than ever before and ready to venture into the realm of the sunlight, bringing important messages to the Juanish Drow Embassy over in the neighboring surface elven lands and their capitol city of Lanifoel.

In Lanifoel still accompanied by Ikikiaw, we met Lhurgoyf Coborel, the first Platinum drow to live outside of Juanish for a long period of time since the split of the elven paths back during Sharisnai more than a millenia ago. This was also the first time I met Linwe Talenti, a goldpearl elf that my sister had befriended a few years earlier. Ambassador Lhurgoyf Coborel drafted Linwe Talenti, myself, a drow priestess by the name of Catia Tiadessa Veladom, a copper elf ranger by the name of Rowland Luisliu Trelana and Ikikiaw to escort her back to Juanish. The escort almost failed when we were all caught by surprise by a pack of flying dread blood blossoms, capable of both paralyzing our horses and causing horrible damages as they latch into ones neck and chest with their blood sucking tendrils at a ferocious speed.

Things were calm at my sisters throne halls, we all received training and instructions. I even had another ritual cleansing without the piercing eyes of the council of 49, one of the few times my baby sister would be only in the presence of me and her illithid personal assistants. After the ambassador had completed her work and gotten her complete rest soon escorted Ambassador Lhurgoyf back to Lanifoel, a simple and uneventful escort I must say. I also my instructions to build embassies with some of the human empires.

In Lanifoel we were again hired by Ambassador Lhurgoyf Coborel, this time it was to pick up a gift for my own sisters 36th birthday over in the Human Ahbansshan Caliphate, and with my own instructions from my sister to make sure we could open up diplomatic relations with the Humans. The brilliant clockwork mage and gnome Gitnuk Nuuk, and a gold elf firealchymist and nobleman named Eldor of Riladar joined in while Ikikiaw and Linwe Talenti left us for other pressing tasks, the priestess Catia and Rowland stayed with us. Ambassador Lhurgoyf Coborel arranged for our transportation by wagon, as she also was to accompany us on this more than 50 day long travel into the caliphate.

I will not bore you with the details of our travel but I can say it was definitely not uneventful, with zombie armies, more blood dread blossoms and we put Gitnuk Nuuk on a mission to build my sister a magnificent music box. I also had my personal conversion happen during the travel, as the goddess Arachnie approached me in a dream and told me to be one of her priests, and abandon my path as preast of Llothl which she claimed to be a false goddess of arachnees.

In the Caliphate they offered me a position as an ambassador for the Juanish Drow Empire, and to preach the gentle path of Arachnie, I accepted and they instructed the building of the Temple to Arachnie and Embassy to Juanish to be completed within the next year of which I am to return and consulate my positions for my sister and the drow that live in the mountains surrounding the South western Caliphate, They also offered us to travel in one of their newest gnomish airships, which would cut down our travels back to a 9 day week trip instead of a month of 45 days or more.

During our return back from the Caliphate, Rowland received word from home that the Dread Blossoms was becoming a big problem and he asked us to help him eradicate them for his family the druids of Rielsys and Trelana. we all accepted and managed to both locate and scorch down the heart growth of it in the central forest of Rielsys, while the druids burned down all the infested areas around.

Finaly we had time to relax and enjoy my sisters most important 36th birthday, a no small year for a young elf, one of the few things that is still of importance in all the elven cultures regardless of their current paths as pearl, drow, gold, copper or silver. Even the svirfneblin were present at my sisters party, a rare event indeed as they usually are served as a main dish and not there as special guests.

A few weeks pass before I get word from Eldor, he need help to find out what has happened to his family's supply of Nafta, all of it has run out after the druids used up all of their stockpiled alchemical fire and they seemed to be unable to get more of it from their supplies up in Rabel close to the Ghanathor Swamp.

Rowland, Catia, Ikikiaw and me join Eldor and travel north to see what have happened. People in Rabel doesn't seem to know much, quivering sick filthy humans are everywhere, nothing like the sophisticated Lanifoel or well planned cities of the Caliphate. We do find one chapel run by Bort Borre a human druid of the order of the swamps, he informs us that strange things have been happening at the human nafta fields in the outer part of the swamp, and that he could assist us. The Ghanathor Swamp only way to access is by boat and we all travel downstream to our destination, only to be approached and then attacked by five mysterious frog people, that i suspected and later confirmed to be shamans and in league with druids as a cryptic note written by the natural order was found on the only frog man we managed to pin down after he turned undead.

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Friday, March 25, 2011

Floralill Honeyfly, Halving, Healer and Assistant to Alanu Emeeán

Floralill Honeyfly halving, healer and assistant to Alanu Emeean the Healer, as depicted here by Gneros Forgot the illusionist

Meet my lovely halving assistant Floralill Honeyfly, as sweet as sweet can be she has a cunning ability get out of danger growing up an orphan raised as a goblin slave with her four brothers, she managed to escape with the help of another halving, The Mini-mage.

And even now while working for me at Bort Borre's Druidic chapel of healing outside of Rabel, all she earn is put aside to buy her three other brothers freedom. I do not know quite how she does it, as her healing is very different from my own, anyways I deal with magical diseases while I let Floralill, take the mundane.

The only thing I know to be as sweet as Floralill is her favorite drink of Dark Honeysyrup, and boy this little short halving can sure drink her Honeysyrup, which she brews herself each morning and evening, as any older than that would cause it to become Dark Strenghtened Honeysyrup, a brew more potent for dwarves than halvings.

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Mystical, Magical and Mundane Diseases by Alanu Emeeán

Alanu Emeeán the Avarial elf and Healer, as depicted by Gneros Forgot

Our world is full of filth and the diseases that this bring with it, may this be the magical tainted forms of disease caused by curses or slobbishly pronounced magical incantations, jumping in the hay with the wrong friend or just pure stupidity, lack of insight or even foolish belief that some supreme power would jump out of the sky and keep all of its careless followers from even catching the common cold. My specialty may be as you have already guessed magical aliments and their mystical cures, mundane diseases are interesting too but most of those I leave to my halving assistant Floralill Honeyfly.

Frigitis, or icicle disease causes you to turn into frozen pillar of ice, usually this is the result of a cold spell gone high-wire or a curse placed on a magic user.

Labyrinthis, one of the most scary diseases out there, it is spread by touch of the blood zombie, and not surprisingly it causes you to become a blood zombie in the latter stage of its horrific and painful conditions.

Lycanthropy, or werewolfism and its closely related other forms of were-beastialism, is a disease caused by the curse of wereism, there are litteraly hundreds of different forms of wereisms out there but in common lore and to make the subject easier the most common type, lycanthropy is used to cover for any of the wereismic changling diseases

Werewolfism and Wereisms, see lycanthropy

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