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[center:2fjqjq15]The heavenly wind of Azyr[/center:2fjqjq15]

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[center:2fjqjq15]Azyr is the blue wind of magic, and is associated with the Lore of the Heavens. The wind of Azyr is light and insubstantial, and after passing into the world from the Realm of Chaos it quickly dissipates into the upper portions of the heavens. Azyr is the Aethyr's metaphysical drive for inspiration and that which is out of reach. It is creativity and the desire to emote.
It is inherently paradoxical. Azyr gives shape to abstract concepts, seeks to find meaning within the unknowable, and provides narrative for that which has none.

During history of Old World there were many seers and mages who used scrying powers to know the future or location of someone. And most of them were using the blue wind to guide them so that they could find what they seek.
While some can control the blue wind and use it for scrying most mages never get so much in touch with their senses and they only gain strange dreams in their sleep which are mostly confusing and it takes a lot of time to actually find sense in them. The dreams and visions are very helpful and in human realms they were the means most “gifted” magic users avoided the wrath of witch hunters and other but they can also be a curse. Since the wind itself passes through Realm of Chaos the dreams themselves could be send from some entity...and following those kinds of dreams can take the wizard to their doom.
Every wind is dangerous and Azyr is no exception but those who manage to master it can use it to do more than just scrying.[/center:2fjqjq15]

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[center:2fjqjq15]Power Ranks of Wizard of Azyr[/center:2fjqjq15]

Wizard Level 0-

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[center:2fjqjq15]Since you were young you were having many strange dreams that at that time made no sense to you and you mostly ignored them. The dreams didn’t only come at night though and sometimes when you were walking through your village you felt strange and you knew what will happen minutes or more before it actually happened.
When you grew older you knew that your ability was not normal and that you were the one of the gifted...even if your folk in village would have other words for that, but you managed to conceal your abilities before others for quite some time. Your life was easy but the dreams grew more frequent and some of them even promised power and wealth and that seems quite better than living in village in constant fear that you will be exposed and burned on the pyre.
Confident you left your village in search for power and wealth knowing that your gift will be more than enough to bring you on the right path...or so you hope.[/center:2fjqjq15]

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Wizard Level 1-

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[center:2fjqjq15]You powers kept you alive this far but to survive you need more than just visions and even those feel worthless when they don’t come when you most need them. Many weeks you trained and tried to use the blue wind to your bidding but you felt and knew that you weren’t skilled enough to use the full potential of the wind just yet.
You noticed that with enough strain and will you can force some visions but you were not skilled enough yet to trigger visions when you wanted and so you left that for later for you noticed that if you put your mind to it you can control the wind itself. The control over it was still weak but with practice you managed to make wind strong enough for some short periods to engulf you or some comrade in it. The strain after using such power was tremendous but you did not care for if you try enough you wouldn’t need to bother that some random arrow pierces your throat or chest and that alone was a cheering thought.[/center:2fjqjq15]

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Wizard Level 2-

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[center:2fjqjq15]Visions. The thing you considered a gift was more as a curse to you. You wanted more visions so you could guide yourself and your comrades but not every vision was cheerful and with them came many horrid nightmares and every one of them was so real that sometimes you had difficulties with making difference between reality and dream. You got used on waking in sweat and since many weeks you managed to keep yourself from screaming which made you look weak and more troubling it irritated the group on so many levels that one night they threw you in a lake in irritation. Still no mage got powerful easily and there were always difficulties that you knew you have to pass and with more willpower you know that you will have more control of your visions. Your power over the wind increased but you never tried to use it too much for like any other magic it took the strength out of you and made you weak so you used your powers with care. But every now and then you had to go to your very limits to defend yourself and in those moments you managed to create currents of storm and lighting which burned the flesh of man and beast alike. Your newly gained power was impressing but it was hard to wield and it took great effort to even create lightning and even more skill and will to control the magic itself. You still had much to learn but before that some good sleep would not hurt either...even if that is even harder than casting a spell.[/center:2fjqjq15]

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Wizard level 3-

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[center:2fjqjq15]Months passed and you went through a lot of strain and pain, you met many foes and you had many terrible dreams but with each day your power grew and with it your skill. Dreams were still random and strange but when awake your scrying abilities were impressive and on most occasions you could predict the moves of your foes and warn your group mates before your foes even made a move. With more practice your control over heavenly wind raised and you could even send visions to your group mates alarming them of nearby danger or even send terrible or confusing visions to your foes. Controlling the wind in that fashion was hard and very dangerous for while doing that you made a short link with your foes or friends and when you used the wind too much your head felt like it will explode with pressure. But still you were a very potent mage and your powers were to be reckoned with but it was not yet time to act cocky for even if you wielded enormous power that same power could turn against you and the prospect of agonizing death was not a cheerful thought.[/center:2fjqjq15]

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Wizard Level 4-

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[center:2fjqjq15]At the beginning of your journey your dreams promised you wealth and power and power you surely had. Future held no great mysteries to you and wind of Azyr made your path and you followed it knowing almost each step before you even made it. Wind and storm bent to your will and you could control them with more ease than before which made more than an admirable foe. Your gifts were many but now your link with the blue wind was at its highest and not many even manage to go so far as you did and that thought was something to be more than cheerful. You could use your powers to control the sky itself when using enough power and your foes could not even flee from you in clouds if they tried for where they heavenly wind swept so did your power. Still even if you wiled a considerable amount of power you still feel like you could learn more...and if there are you will surely find it with the help of the heavenly wind.[/center:2fjqjq15]

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Eto bio sam loše volje pa sam morao ubiti vrijeme danas pa evo Azyr,the heavenly wind.
Znam da je tekst malo losiji i sorry zato al sam zurio :/

daaaakle... gatara?

Still unimpressed by anything except Chamon

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Izvorno postao Delirium

daaaakle... gatara?

Still unimpressed by anything except Chamon

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Znam Del al ipak moram napraviti ostale windove :P

ostali su ti jos Shyish, Ghyran i Hysh rite?

Nadam se da ce me Hysh barem malo zaintrigirat

Hysh? A ono healer,damager i undead slayer :P the regular light lore stuff..sve ovisi kako koristis wind.

Die Sonne kommt!

FEEL TEH LIGHT!

to bi isto bio dobar prank za buđenje ljudi, da im spržiš zjenice

Da...dok te netko ne mlatne sjekirom.

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Rule of Burning Iron, Commandment of Brass, Transmutation of Lead, Distillation of Molten Silver, Law of Gold, and The Spirit of the Forge.

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cak i spellovi od Chamona zvuce smexy

Da al neces ici u bitku i vikat "Rule of Bruning Iron!!!" and stuff i nadati se spellu..moras opicat wtf radis i kako radis..ti manipuliras svojim mocima..I dont give a damn for those spell in rulebook. Ako vec RPas kao mag onda se ponasaj tak :D eksperimentiraj,uzivi se u ulogu

Otherwise Fun™.

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Ulazim na polje i vidim nekog tipa s mačem, koncentriram se iako je tesko... pokusavam osjetiti... izmičem se jednom udarcu s puta... Umom pokušavam osjetiti mač, kovinu, česticu, rukama oblikujem znak u zraku i zaklopim oči, nepostoji ništa osim metala... uspio sam, osjećam kako energija prožima mene, vrelina mi struji kroz glavu, čestice titraju, temperatura se povećava...još samo malo... uspjelo je, neprijatelj uz vrisak ispušta mač.

Dat be ok?

It can pass al neces stavljati u tekst nesto tipa "uspjelo je, neprijatelj uz vrisak ispušta mač" jer cemo ja i kroati reci jeli spell bio uspjeh tijekom igre :P.Ugl battle je jos u izradi test bi trebao ubrzo poceti pa cete saznat sve otalo.
Vi jos niste ni biose poceli stvarati pa je zasad jedini validni igrac Stips222 :D

ja cekam da izlistas sve windowe, iako sam poprilično siguran u Chamon

Moram se jednom cuti s peteyem opet, u posljednje vrijeme pokusavam neke fore na koje cu doradivati dmg sistem, ali ne postizem nikakav napredak. Trenutno ne mogu naci neki middle ground za oruzje.

Sljedeci tjedan il u nedjelju..petak i subotu me nema.

ajd, onak, ovo bi moglo rulat, stvarno, al ne ak budem uzivo u tom u 95. godini života

Sorr delirium but me is so bussy...radim vama tribes,farbam eldare,pisem svoj fanfic,moram o ovome razmisljati i jos ktome faks i naravno ne smijem zaboraviti dow2:retribution koji dolazi *gasp* sutra...bude bilo ne brini a i ovo ce osigurati da ostajete na forumu :D.
Anyway nije ovo glavni RP,imamo hvala bogu Tribes i tvoje RPove koji samo cekaju da se pokrene.Samo zato sto smo u pauzi neznaci da smo prekinuli sa svime :D

Ovo sam ja kako nudim pomoć


to se ne vidi često


ako treba, budem se ja bacio na pisanje, i odreknem se svog igrackog mjesta, u korist toga da drugi to odigraju u nekoj vidljivoj buducnosti

Tbh Delirium mogu ja brzo napraviti ove spellije samo mi treba croati da ih sredimo..trenutni problem nije to nego to sto kroati ima problema sa battle statistikama i kako da to radi...ovo sta ja pisem je cista tehnikalija koja nije od tolke velike vaznosti jer vecina price ce ici on the run a pocetak vec imam i striker je skoro dovrsio sve ostalo,imamo i karte cijelog empirea sa svakim gradom i seljutkom,and so on and on...moramo battle srediti jbg.

Oh-k nemoj rec da se nisam ponudio, and so my attention turns to my other RPs

jel bi mi mogo otkljucat raspravu zombifikacije na tren?

Jel mogu ja napisat neš o svom liku il moram čekat?

Kao sto sam rekao ja poticem da potencijalni igraci vec pocnu raditi biose od svojih likova na engleskom i da kad ih naprave da posalju meni. I pri tome koristite se Lexicanumom za smijernice :D...and keep it real.

Del, javi mi se katkad - naći ću ti ja posla. :)

Oh hell you will :P ti si dobio tekst za napisat ages ago XD ti ga moras napisati da ne spoilas Delu nista.

Nemam mu što spoilati, ne brini. Imam ja velike planove za njega. :)

Toga se i bojim.

There, PP-ao sam mu zadatak, kad dečko ima volje... :D

Evo moj char, hope u liek

Sealed and Approved by Str1k3r

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A coward if you ever saw one.

He was born, in a peasant family, in the poorest part of the Empire.
Since he was little, he used to day dream about nobility, not doing anything all day but counting money,
and of wealth. His father used to tell him goodnight stories,
about his great-great grandfather, who was in someway linked with the Von Rheinholdt
family, who are today, all very, very dead. He told him that he, too had some of their
blood, and was by all rights, a noble. This all, however, was complete and utter bollocks.
His great-great Grandfather, was indeed related to the family, but he was an offspring of the
unholy union between one of the lower ranking nieces and, a stable boy.
He, however, did not know about that, and went around telling people his name was
Augustus Von Rheinholdt, when his real name was in fact, Melvin.

Ever since he was little, he felt, the calling of Chamon, the wind of metal lore.
He would spend hours in the local smithy, or the mine, following the ore, since its delivery
from the rocky womb, to its casting into molds. This fascinated him beyond measure,
he could, at the most, levitate a very small piece of metal, or transmute a few coins for bread, or even
if he tried really, really hard, slightly warm up a piece of metal. This was also, one more thing he was really
happy about, because, old women around the village told that the old Count Von Rheinholdt could conjure
wealth out of thin air. This strenghtend his ideas of being related to this family even further.

He was a coward, a horrible, horrible coward. He always hoped he would achieve old age, and die gracefully.
A dull, boring life with no surprises is all he ever wanted, where the only surprise in your "Shrimp Surprise" were shrimp,
and sometimes, when he felt especially adventuros a small amount of lettuce.

And now? Now he was in the middle, of this icy, snowy, cold, windy, godforsaken badland.
It was all alright until a group of mercenarys strolled into town, and until he had a mug of ale with them.

"Come on, the host will be so large, you probably wont even have to do battle." They said,
"Just come around for the loot sharing!"
"You can then buy all the shrimp and lettuce you could ever want!"

That sounded okay at the moment, perhaps because he was utterly drunk, but when he woke up the next morning
he was not in his bed, but traveling to north, in a mercenary caravan...

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Nemam odgovarajuce slike, ak ju nađem postat cu

I come bearing gifts:

=> Spoiler Alert: The Bodyguards:lqw4jij4 <=

Twenty-two years ago a woman gave birth to twins. Born under an eclipse of the moon, one that was not seen for nearly 300 years, showed that they were destined for something. Fyodor and Mykhaiil Aznabaev were large, strong and able boys, helping on the fields or with animals - that is, until the Boyar took them under his patronage, for unknown reasons, but it was rumored around the town that their facial features quite resembled his own. They trained in the arts of war and the finer points of etiquette. They were like sons to the boyar and, later on, started to serve as his personal guard. Since they were little the boyar was the only one who could ever tell them apart. It was said that one of them was pretty ruthless to his opponents, but as no one could ever tell them apart, they seldom had contestors in combat rings and tournaments, except for each other...

=> Spoiler Alert: Fawzi Marra:lqw4jij4 <=

If a person would ask for a definition of stealth, perception and coercing it would be Fawzi Marra. An Agent by trade, skilled in the art of stealth, he knew where information lay, and how he has to search for it. A few sweetend words here, a few blades on the neck there and Fawzi knew it all. As most agents are, he was a man of many talents, agile, slim, with trusting eyes and one hand on the pommel of his dagger. He was not a bad sight, except for his large, black, beard on which he insisted, out of reasons only known to him. He never raised his voice and spoke only in a whisper. As an agent he was also well versed in the political and geographical skills such as: diplomacy, message delivery, espionage, and he could very well name and pinpoint the location of every whorehouse between the northern wastes and Araby. Contracted by Salam Akh Murab, when upon the regular slave check, Salam recognised a head worth a pretty large amount of gold in just about everywhere. But being the keen and observant character, Salam quickly recognised him as an asset more worthy than a chestfull of gold. He has since then worked as his eyes and ears.

=> Spoiler Alert: Riveon Garahain:lqw4jij4 <=

Riveon Garahain, a brettonian "knight", who joined the mercenaries of Adalwolf Von Haertwig in a quest for glory, wealth and other things all adventurers want. His past was shrouded, but the more informed people know
that he is not of noble birth. Young, ambitious, and the commander of the calvary detachment of the mercenary army. He is but a man-at-arms, a seargent of lowly birth who has always dreamed of being a knight, one in shining armor, with a host that rides under his banner. And now, he will lead his own cavalry unit, to glory, to honor.

We were not idle. :)

Heh, bilo je awsum opet radit sa vama kolega, just liek old times, moramo ovo ponovit još par puta :D

There are insights to be made here :D