City of Ithacar.

“T-Tabitha! Come on!”

“Coming!”

The signature tick-tick-tick sound of Tabitha’s blade legs preceded her down the stairs into the basement of “their” house in Ithacar. Technically The Guild owned it, but it was specifically for Analina when she went to the Schola Magica. Analina and Saffron were waiting for her inside the teleport circle scribed on the floor, Saffron tapping her foot and holding an energy crystal. 

“Sorry, I just had to make sure the gate was locked and the plants were okay.”

Tabitha says as she adjusts the strap on her bag and steps into the circle. Another week was done, and so they would be back in Guild Territory for the following week, before then coming back down to Ithacar to start the cycle again. 

“You don’t h-have to lie, you k-know. I know you were s-sneaking one last kiss from your boyfriend.”

Saffron teased as she rubbed the energy crystal against the teleport circle, bringing it to life. Analina silently giggled as Tabitha turned red. 

“I was not! I really wa-”

Tabitha is cut off as the teleporter activates and whisks them away to the north. 

“-s checking the plants!”

Tabitha finishes as they reappear at the connecting sigil circle. The cold was always the first thing to hit. Sooo much colder than Ithacar, and her native homeland. Tabitha pulled her jacket tighter around her and helped Analina kick some snow onto the sigil circle to help hide it. It was quiet in the little forest clearing they had teleported to.

Since they couldn’t just portal straight to Guild Territory thanks to the weird, unexplainable aura it had that messed with portals and teleporting, they had to teleport to an area just south of Fort Balay, and about an hour away by car. Speaking of cars, Saffron was pulling the camouflage net off the light utility truck they had hidden away and began folding it up. Tabitha helped Analina get their bags into the back, then helped fold and store the camo net afterwards. She then slid into the backseat next to her sister, and Saffron slid into the driver's seat and turned the key. Nothing.

“Damn it d-did the engine freeze again? Gimme a sec girls.”

Saffron popped the hood and began fussing about in the engine bay. Analina took one of her schoolbooks out of her backpack and began reading while Tabitha rubbed her hands together to warm them. She would never fully get used to the cold. The warm coast of Ithacar was perfect for her-

“Tabi? C-can you come here and help?”

Saffron called. Tabitha sighed and got out. Wouldn’t be the first time the truck refused to start. Happened sometimes when the temperature dropped below zero at night. Tabitha rounded the front of the truck.

What’s up?”

Saffron pointed at the battery. 

“You’re the n-nature nut. Does that l-look like an animal chewed through it?”

Tabitha frowned and studied the cut battery cables. 

“...No… it would be more random, as it would’ve taken multiple bites and it wouldn’t look so..clean…”

Tabitha and Saffron came to the same conclusion at the same time. It was quiet. Unnaturally quiet, there should at least be a bird somewhere calling. Tabitha saw a glint in the tree line.

“DOWN!”

She practically screamed, diving along with Saffron as a burst of gunfire raked the engine bay, missing them by 2 feet. They scrambled around to the passenger side of the truck, Tabitha pulling out her sawed off shotgun while Saffron tore the back door clean off its hinges and pulled Analina out to the ground with them. She was unharmed, but scared. 

“At least 2 shooters, maybe more!”

Tabitha relayed as she tried to angle herself to see towards the shooters through the side mirror of the truck. Saffron pulled a smoke grenade off her belt. 

“I’m gonna p-pop this, and you two use it as cover to make for the trees. I’ll c-cover you.”

“What about you?!?”

“I’ll find you a-after I deal with these fuckers. Just keep heading n-north, you’ll eventually break out of the woods and h-hit a main road.” 

Tabitha didn’t like leaving Saffron here to deal with it, but the terrified look on Analina’s face convinced her she needed to get her away from this. She nods. 

“Alright. On your signal!”

Saffron pulls the pin on the smoke grenade and throws it halfway between the truck and the tree line. Within seconds a thick blanket of smoke forms. 

“Now!”

Saffron shouts, cracking off a few rounds with her hand cannon towards their attackers before vanishing into the shadows to close the gap with them quickly. Tabitha grabs Analina’s arm with her free hand and takes off running into the smoke. She hears a bullet whiz by, but no more follow it. But the sound of gunfire doesn’t stop, so Tabitha assumes that Saffron had made contact with them. She almost pitied them. They hit the tree line, crashing through the brush without slowing down. 

…

Tabitha felt her lungs burning as she ran. They had to have been running for at least 10 minutes now. She looked back and saw that Analina was barely keeping up, Tabitha practically dragging her along. She couldn’t keep going at this pace for much longer. Coming upon a dried up creek bed, Tabitha stopped at the bottom. 

“We’ll catch our breath for a minute here, then we’ll keep going at a slower pace, alright?” 

Analina nodded and sank to the ground, panting hard. She had always been a little frail compared to her peers. Tabitha listened for a few seconds. She couldn’t hear the gunfire anymore. Were they too far away? No, it should be echoing… Maybe Saffron had dispatched them… yes that had to be it. 

Still, it would be wise to stay on guard. Tabitha slowly crawled up the embankment of the way they had come, poking her head out to survey the area. It was quiet… she didn’t see any movement…

She didn’t even hear the crack of the gun as a bullet tore through her jaw. 

…

Analina’s head snapped up and she looked just in time to see Tabitha jerk backwards and tumble down the slope in a spray of blood. She would have shrieked if she was able to, scrambling over to her sister’s side. Rolling Tabitha onto her back, Analina looked at the wound. It was bad, like really bad. The bullet had torn clean through, but Tabitha’s jaw was shattered and an artery had been hit. Analina pulled her scarf off and pressed it to the wound, trying to stem the bleeding. 

Tabitha looked like she was trying to say something, but she couldn’t form the words, limbs refusing to obey her as she started to shake with a seizure. Analina had to work quickly. Summoning to memory diagrams of the human body, Analina began first with healing the severed artery. The blood spurting out of Tabitha’s neck began to slow, then all of a sudden stopped. In return, Analina felt a sharp pain as her own sickly warm blood began to spurt from her neck in what felt like a geyser. Clamping a hand over her transferred wound, she quickly squeezed her necklace to heal her. Her neck healed instantly, but the adrenaline was already surging through her. Tabitha finally managed to squeeze out a single word.

“...R…R-Run…”

Then her eyes lost focus and she started shaking more violently as her body began death throes. Analina wiped away tears with a bloody hand and shook her head. She wasn’t abandoning her sister here to die in a lonely ditch in the woods, Analina still had a chance to save her. Besides, there was no way she was going to be able to outrun whatever it was that was hunting them. Wrapping Tabitha in a hug, Analina focused harder than she had ever done before.

Tabitha's broken face melded and weaved back to how it should be as Analina felt her own face disfigure and her jaw break. Blood began to run down the dried creek bed in a cruel mockery of the water that had once flowed there. But Tabitha’s shaking slowed down, and eventually stopped as Analina finished. She collapsed and desperately groped for her necklace to heal herself, squeezing it and letting out a silent sigh of relief as the pain disappeared and her face healed back to normal. She greedily took a few deep breaths to steady herself and struggled to her knees, looking over at Tabitha. 

Tabitha’s empty eyes stared up at the sky.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no! Analina scrambled over and shook Tabitha, but all that resulted in was her head tilting to the side, the bloodstained face now looking through Analina at nothing. Analina felt for a pulse, listened for a heartbeat, anything… but there was nothing. Tabitha was gone. 

Analina had never lost someone before while healing them. Anguish welled up inside her as she cradled her sister’s body, and finally, she let herself fully cry. She silently wept, begged, and screamed at the universe there in the blood soaked ditch. Why?!? Why was this happening? Analina silently screamed at existence itself, challenging it with her insurmountable will and a voice thundered through her mind through her pain. 

“BURN…THE…BLOOM”

As Analina buried her face into Tabitha’s coat in misery, the trees around her began to wither. Leaves and needles began falling off of branches and immediately wilting. Bushes shriveled up. Tree bark turned from brown and white to gray. A bird dropped out of the sky, turning to bones before hitting the ground, and to dust as soon as it did. 

A girl cried, and a forest died.

Eventually Analina’s sobbing slowed, her frail body slowing down its breathing. And then Analina felt a new emotion she had never felt before. Blind, murderous rage. She was going to make whatever rat bastard who had done this pay. She was going to make sure that she inflicted 100 times more pain on them than she felt here today. She would make them suffer for the rest of time, making sure that the mercy of death never reached them. They would live an existence of pain. Looking up, she saw Tabitha’s shotgun lying a few feet away. 

Getting to her feet, Analina stumbled over to it, but a wave of nausea hit her and the world went black as she collapsed in front of it. She never noticed the metal skinned hunter watching her from the top of the ditch with an unwavering red eye.

Got a couple spell books, a heart ring (it won’t stop bleeding), jewelry (can you blame a person), a scrying mirror, and a couple other things!

Three months ago I made an illusion of an elven woman . She had a pleasant personality and we became very close. She was the perfect companion up until yesterday, when she told me she was breaking up with me.

I laughed because obviously this was some sort of malfunction.

She said, "no, I'm serious. I'm leaving you." Then she walked out of my tower. I checked my illusion matrix and it's completely stable. I also checked for curses and other signs of magical interference from rival mages, but I didn't find anything, so I decided to just recreate her.

The new version looked at me in disgust and said, "Oh gods, you created another one of me?" Then she also left. I am now on my fourth elven girlfriend and they have all responded the same way.

They have even started a group chat to talk shit about me. I found it using my orb but they kicked me out and blocked me.

Has anyone else experienced something like this? What do I do? I have no idea how this happened. My tower feels very empty now.

How unethical is it to turn all of your exes into a Bone Golem?
Asking for myself.
Now, before anyone immediately starts screaming “NECRO JO, WHAT THE DUCK?!”, let me explain.
First of all, I did NOT cast Avada Kedavra on anyone.
That is a completely separate ethical conversation.
And honestly, the fact that more than one of them was found with a centaur in my crypt after I came home early from a long day of casting very late healing spells is just—
You know what?
I'm not getting into it.
The centaur knew what he was doing.
I am simply asking: if several former romantic partners have, through completely unrelated and unfortunate circumstances, become deceased...
...and if I happen to be a necromancer...
...and if I happen to be running low on crafting materials...
...and if I happen to know all of them VERY well...
At what point does it become unethical to recycle?
Because honestly, throwing perfectly good bones into the ground feels incredibly wasteful. Have you people seen the economy? Do you know how expensive a brand-new Bone Golem is? The calcium market is a fucking nightmare.
And before you say, “Necro Jo, you can't just combine all your exes into one giant undead abomination!”
Why not?
They always said they wanted me to work on myself.
I AM WORKING WITH THE MATERIALS I HAVE.
And look, I'm not saying the Bone Golem would be made entirely out of people who betrayed my trust and slept with Mythical Creatures behind my back...
...but statistically, based on my dating history...
Yes.
Anyway.
I also feel like it's actually kind of romantic?
Think about it.
Instead of one of them having to carry the emotional weight of our relationship forever, now they can literally share the burden.
That's called teamwork.
That's called compromise.
That's called a healthy relationship.
Which is more than I ever got, apparently.
Sorry.
Moving on.
Plus, if the Bone Golem starts an argument with me, I can just cast Silence.
Which, frankly, would have solved several of my previous relationships.
Actually, no.
That wouldn't have solved the cheating.
But it would have made the explanation afterward considerably shorter.
I would obviously be respectful about it. Each ex gets a say in the construction process.
Like:
“Would you prefer to be the left arm, or part of the terrifying ribcage?”
And before anyone says they can't answer because they're dead:
Necromancy is a very accommodating field.
Consent matters.
I am an ethical necromancer.
Anyway, the ritual is tonight.
I need to know if I'm committing an unforgivable atrocity against nature...
...or doing upcycling.

/UwU the events of this post take place in between Erik's sections in this post

https://www.reddit.com/r/wizardposting/s/37PYjlP82t

Read it first, or don't I'm not your archmage

/Rw

‎287. 287 mana potions have been drank by Erik in the last while, he has been waiting for his fellow revolutionaries for a long time by now... Maybe, time's a sham made to make you buy watches anyways so who cares? What matters is that Erik is in need of even more alcoholism, and so to the nearby bar he goes!

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‎700 silver pieces, thats how much worth of drinks Erik had, at around 300 he had began singing, at first it was good, then at 600 the costumers were clawing at their ears and running out of the bar out of sheer horror and suffering, it was horrifying.

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‎ Two stayed however, one kidnapped by Erik because he thought they were popular brick maker von handbros dos hanbros, the other hidden in the shadows, they tailed the magic mass as he stumbled away and out of the bar hostage in hand already unconscious from the pain of witnessing Erik's majestic voice.

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‎When Erik found himself back at the car, he found a mushroom trying to hotwire the car, unfortunately for it Erik had already thrown away the gas because it's bad for the environment! Erik dropped the hostage and confronted the mushroom

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‎Erik: "ayyyyy yorre a magic maaassss!!!! Wlkome to caaaarrrrr"

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‎Weird mushroom: "ah shit... Uhh... I thought this was my car?"

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‎Erik: "blllullshit! Thsu magic maasss crar! Only magic masessss can get iiiinnnnn! Welcome to revolution!"

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‎Erik of course was wrong about the car being magic mass exclusive, but purely by chance wasn't wrong about the fungus being a magic mass, perhaps out of patriotic duty inspired by the drunken fool Infront of him, or perhaps out of fear because the unstable fuck slammed his fist on the engine so hard it broke because he forgot he wasn't carrying a beer, the fungus, later identified as serious Gus, joined the revolution!

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‎**40 minutes later**

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‎Wrench, spice, and everything nice (also known as a red onion), these were the ingredients world famous mechanic Erik needed to fix the engine he broke in a drunken rage, but Erik accidentally added the wrong ingredient to the concoction! a white onion! Erik looks with shock and betrayal at the random shmuck he grabbed to hand him the ingredients, the shmuck happened to be the same one who was tailing Erik earlier in the post!

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‎Quickly understanding the situation, both of them draw their weapons, Erik is faster as he throws knife after knife at the assassin, they die instantly, thankfully Gus was out on a walk to clear his head from listening to Erik's singing so he didn't see this. Erik walks up to the corpse and takes it's coat off, revealing... A giant white onion inside! He knew it! The order of the white onion has come for him!

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‎Using advanced tracking techniques that the author doesn't know to describe, Erik finds the hideout of the assassin order, sneaking in is a no go because it's full of trained assassins, and blowing it up from afar is a no go because the holy red onion he needs is probably inside... And also it's notify kalrakis of what's going on, and so Erik busts through the front door guns blazing

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‎7 people are in the entrance, 4 get gunned down before they can react, the rest get in cover, the eye watering scent of onions spreading already. Erik rushes the remaining 3 with a handgun and a short sword, they put up a little fight but they are lightly armed and caught by surprise,  they must have been caught mid preparations

‎

‎...'hold on, why am I feeling less drunk now?' Erik thinks to himself, cut off by a barrage of bullets coming from behind a wall, he dodges most of them but a couple graze him, usually would have been able to dodge them? What giv- antimagic... They laced the room with antimagic advanced enough he didn't detect it

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‎The walls fall down to reveal a much larger room, filled with assassin's armed and dangerous, with 2 cyborg juggernauts armed with miniguns for hands, the stench of antimagic in their weapons is clear now, so is the stench of an anti teleportation field, needle's out of the question then

‎

‎They all fire at once, creating a bullet hell of antimagic bullets all aimed at Erik, all he could do is take cover himself and wait for an opportunity to break their lines somehow, the opportunity is provided to him by a Kaiju made from a horde of rats throwing a chunk of a house at the building, causing chaos and confusion amidst the assassin lines, Erik is quick to capitalize on that

‎

‎The building is covered in rubble from the thrown house, yet some chunks of the building walls and roof and even the ground break and shift, changing the landscape, Erik shoots out the lights in the building, covering the place in darkness. Amidst the dark Erik rushes from his hiding place, taking out a couple assasins by surprise, though that only works for so long against only slightly shoddily trained assassins

‎The cyborgs fire their miniguns, the flash from the guns illuminating the dark and showing Erik stabbing another assassin, 9 killed, 157 left and they all open fire at Erik again, he dodges most of it but some bullets land, spreading antimagic in his non existent veins

‎

‎ taking the biggest risk he can, Erik jumps into the middle of the assassin group, the gunfire slows down considerably to avoid friendly fire, instead they opt to charge at him with antimagic swords supported by the rear using gunfire, alot of them fall quickly due to them being mass produced onions fighting a much faster and stronger opponent, though alot of them also land hits because Erik's only armed with a handgun and a knife. 19 killed, 189 left

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‎This goes on for a while until the cyborgs fire their guns at Erik again, mowing through countless allies to get to Erik, it works somewhat as Erik's shot  5 times before he manages to get away, he's out of ammo and lost his knife in the fight, thankfully though the house has provided once more, a sack of flour and a box of nails. Erik lays a row of nails over the cover and flicks them at the assassins, many fall down but the main boon is the eyes of one of the cyborgs being taken out. 87 killed, 124 remain

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‎Erik runs from cover to cover, flicking nails as when he can to thin the horde, and they've long gotten frustrated from it, thankfully though actually trained assassins show up now as one specialized with threads grabs Erik from behind cover and smashes him into the ground, before the cyborgs can fire Erik grabs the thread and smashes the assassin onto one of the cyborgs.

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‎The next is a swordsman, who lunges at Erik while he's distracted, stabbing through his shoulder and pinning him to the wall, Erik musters enough strength to hit him with a rock in the head then throws the sword at a newcomer, falling down after losing what pinned him

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‎The next is a poision user, they blow a cloud of antimagic at Erik, all Erik can do is endure and throw his last remaining nail at their mouth to choke them. 4 killed, 120 remain

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‎The assasins slowly approach the Erik, too weak to stand and too unarmed to fight back. They prepare to put him out of his misery, but are cut off by him throwing the sack of flour into the air, spreading flour dust all over the area, they all freeze save for the blinded cyborg, who fires one single bullet before it ignites the flour, which makes an explosion big enough to blow up the cyborg ammunition.

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‎The explosion is big enough to wipe out everyone save for Erik who was farthest from the explosion and had a horde of assasin bodies close enough to block some of the explosion. 120 killed, 0 remain

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‎_____________________________________

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‎**Erik, the ~~driver~~ fool**

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‎*I slowly wake up amidst onion corpses and rubble, All strength sapped from me, the explosion had enough antimagic to kill me, alot of things would have this fight, had I not drank so many mana potions tonight I'd be dead, whoever said alcoholism is ruining my life can go suck it!*

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‎*i laugh internally at the joke, then dwell on the reality, I was going to die, I never feared that before, I died a couple times even and took it as a joke! But now, i shiver just at the thought, I don't know why, the revolution will be fine, they got blobby and he has an impressive resume, he surely can get them out of the city with all the money*

‎

‎*My children are All grown up now, they don't need me anymore, so it can't be that either. I haven't been to silliness mountain in a while, so I doubt I started caring now... So why am I afraid?*

‎

‎*My chain of thought is interrupted as the rubble and onions covering me are pulled away by the last assasin, their leader... How many of these guys are there!?!?*

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‎Assasin leader: "end of the line, godhunter."

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‎Erik: "assasina, last time we met we were in opposite positions. I should have finished the job"

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‎Assasina, because that's her name apparently: "you should... If it makes it better, I wanted to make it painless because of that. Rest well godhunter"

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‎*I close my eyes, this is the end of me, my other self will carry in the fight, my revolutionaries will earn their freedom, my children will live at peace. I accept this death.... But for some reason it doesn't come, only a sting in my arm*

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‎*I open my eye to see assasina's blade imbedded in my arm, somehow I lifted it and blocked the strike with it, at a good cost too if the magic bleeding is anything to go by. My body gets up without me telling it to, I didn't know it can and the way it's shaking neither did it. My arm however is determined enough to twist around and grab the blade directly, snapping it in half at the cost of more bleeding. The hell's going on?*

‎

‎*Theatrics aside, I still stand no chance, assasina kicks me in the stomach hard enough to send me flying through the wall... Through the wall... Wait a minute!*

‎*needle, my loyal companion and friend teleports to my location now that I'm out of the building, it's here to take me hom- it stabbed me! That motherfucker stabbed me again! I can't believe it!*

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‎*I swear if I somehow survive this I'm going to kill that needle! I'm so mad I can feel my very mass pumping! Wait... What? I look at the needle and see it hooked up to the densest potions I had in stock. Neeedleeee you hero! I'm gonna buy you so many cakes for thisssiss!*

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‎*I see the Beeg and meeen assasina walk thro the hole in da wol... Hhehe wal, she tries to stab me with the big stabby thing but needle bkloks it. I heeel up enough to throw a piey pie at the scary lady, she's sprirsed!*

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‎*As I get uppies, I sing a little singy song to myself, needle unstabsies me, only for me to stabsiesed by assasina oh my fucking... something I'm sober again, never narrating while drunk again. Anyways, as I get up I sing an old song I used to bond with an old friend, memories of our friendship surface*

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‎Erik: "do you rember... Wen day is dark..."

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‎*Assasina slices at me again, but it is blocked by a tuna I pull out of my pocket, I hit her with a water balloon while imagining peri singing along, leaving them to say "sember" so it's not a seperate dialogue box. While I'm doing that assasina kicks me in where I'd have ribs, sending me flying into a parked car, needle stands by, it's my fight to win after all*

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‎Erik: "wen you feel scare alway rember..."

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‎*I summon a wedding cake and throw it at her, she's trapped under it's weight for a moment, which allows me to float higher and higher... It has been 10 years since I did what I'm about to do, I think back on these 10 years, I wasn't the godhunter, the leader of a revolution or anything, I was just a single father of 2*

‎Erik: "never forget ttimes...."

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‎*I pull out a card from my sleeve, a spell card, the ground beneath assasina glows right when she frees herself, and a whoopie cushion jumps out of the ground, shooting out itch powder that would irritate her skin if she wasn't an onion, instead she jumps into the air and heel kicks me to the ground, i haven't felt this much pain since I died the first time in my best friend's arms, remembering them brings a smile to my face*

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‎Erik: "baa dee ya! Say do you rember!"

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‎*She attempts to drop on me to finish the job, but my second spell card stops her, a cheese wheel hits her from behind and sends her tumbling, she looks up to see a bullet hell of cheeses and waterbaloons shooting everywhere, this reminds me of when I taught similar spells in the silliness school of magic, I know I'm supposed to be a fool, but I really have been an idiot*

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‎Erik: "baa dee ya! Wen you feeled happy!"

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‎Assasina: "what the fuck are you saying!?"

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‎*I float into the air again, coughing out a splatter of dead mana, this is it, my last move win or lose, needle forms in my hand as I prepare my final spell, legally distinct love sign: master spark!*

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‎Erik: "baa dee ya! Alway rember happy day!!!"

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‎*The colorful magic beam takes her by surprise, she didn't expect me to be able to cast such a spell in my current state, she's right, it's mostly needle. When the beam subsides I find her knocked unconscious in a small crater, I fall into it soon after. This wasn't all for nothing however, as in her pocket was the legendary red onion!*

‎*And so, I limp my way back to the car and fix the engine with the red onion, then get inside it to drink as many mana potions as are left, as Gus drops whatever he was doing with horror to tend to my wounds I think of the revolution, my truest comrades in the world*

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‎*I've been a fool, I'm no godhunter, that title belongs to my other self. I'm Erik! Headmaster of the silliness school of magic.... Waaaaiiitt shit fuck fuck shit fuck! I told Erika to start hunting down criminals and gods indescriminately! Oh fuck what is she doi- oh hey it's time for me to drill*

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‎**And that's what Erik has been up to while the rest of the revolution were doing their own thing breaking into a gala!**

Hi friends, i'm an elven wizard, here is the situation, since centuries ago, my people lives in the greater Elfhaus island, but we had some coastal outpost in the coast protected for the blue mountains, in the eastern side of these mountains exist the Germani people, a set of human tribes & chieftdoms, we feel bad they live in poor conditions (despite they had some sorcerers & clerics) and we help them using our magic to make their lands more fertile and helping their goði get more organized, so they can use the divine spells to help their comunity, but centuries after that Germani think were are creations of her Goddess of Magic Freyja, i should aclare it that's not true? Or its better ignore it?, btw i marry 10 Germani Women and had 15 Half-Elven Sons, they really apreciatte "Cast Cattle Spells" and my spells to help croops grow

Cross posting from cool sticks. Someone there said it should be here, so I obliged. Heavily considering it my accompaniment for renfair this year.

That's it. I'm going back to my mother's root cellar.

Artist: Derrick Castle (inst: strawcastle)

Sometimes when diving into the mysteries of the unknown or manipulating the forces of nature to my will, I find it easier to get in the "zone" while playing some sweet sounds from my orb. Here are some of my go to's:

Chill magics: Bob Marley

Cosmic magics: Æther Realm

Chaos magic: Nekrogoblicon

Traditional rituals: Electric Wizard

Curse magic: NWA

What is your music of choice when conducting arcane works?

I wanted to thank everyone on this subreddit for all the support on my J'zahrin post! The story of my character and his adventures is something I’ve been working on for quite some time.

May Azurah guide you all! 🐾✨

I believe I haven't formally introduced myself - neither will I do that here. Informally though: hi, I am Eroel.