i love the way u write jocasta nu she's like jedi professor mcgonagall. i can totally see her saying "have a biscuit, anakin."
Anakin knew better than to cry.
It didn’t ever help. It just made his eyes sting, and if the Masters saw him
they would be angry. Masters didn’t like to see you cry. It was probably bad
Or…bad for meditation, anyway.
Bad for communing with the Force, maybe. Anakin wasn’t really sure. He never
seemed to know the right words to say here.
So it was better not to let the
issue come up.
Anyway, Master Obi-Wan was busy
right now. Maybe he would be angry later, after Master Tiin told him what
Anakin had done, but that was later. So Anakin would have some time to prepare
himself, to come up with the best possible apology. Masters liked apologies, as
long as you got them exactly right. And Master Obi-Wan was much easier to
apologize to than Master Tiin. Usually, he just told Anakin to meditate. That
wasn’t so bad. He could think about whatever he wanted, and no one would ever
know the difference.
So he would apologize to Master
Obi-Wan later. If he said just the right thing, maybe Master Obi-Wan would even
smooth things over with Master Tiin. He had last week.
The massive entry of the Temple
Archives loomed suddenly before him, and Anakin almost forgot about apologies. He
stopped and stared up at the towering door. He couldn’t help it. It was huge
and ancient and inside there was more knowledge than he’d ever imagined could
be in one place. And Master Obi-Wan had said he could go there whenever he had
free time. He didn’t even have to ask.
I never realized how much of a story there is in each suit
Cups: You find someone, and you fall totally in love with them. You spend all of your time together. You drink tea, you play games, you love each other. You’re so excited, that you go and tell all of your friends, who are totally happy for you. You all go out to celebrate. But as time goes on, you get bored. They’re not everything you thought they were. You wonder if there’s anyone better out there for you. They grow tired of that, and you two break up. You wonder how that could happen. Why did that have to happen? But you realize you don’t need that person anymore. You go back to being yourself. And then you look forward, there are so many more options out there! So many choices! It’s yours for the picking. So you pack up all of your old stuff. That stuff they left behind in your closet. The stuff that reminds you of them. And you move on. You enjoy yourself. You do the things you want to do. You have fun, you relax. Before you know it, you’ve created a new life for yourself. One filled with love, and joy, and beauty. You found what you love. You went for it. You learned from it. You mastered it.
Pentacles: A brand new opportunity is right in front of your face! So you grab it and you go. But It’s new, you’re not quite sure how to handle all this. You have to figure out how to keep everything working together. How you can balance the old stuff and the new stuff. Luckily, there’s others out there who help you out. They teach you, show you how everything can work together. You get selfish. You love what you’re getting, and you want to keep it all for yourself. You hold it so tight that there’s no room for anything else. But then the ground drops and you lose it all. All of that stuff you were holding onto so tightly is gone. Once again, you need help. So slowly, surely, you build yourself back up. And you look back and realize, you’ve grown. There was so much that you had to do, so much you had to learn. And you’ve done that. Now, you know what you’re doing. You had those ups and downs, and now you know how to make everything work in your favour. Now you can enjoy yourself. You’re not so focused on how to make it work, because you’ve learnt that. You have everything you need. You can rest easy knowing that you’ve done the work you need to do. You studied. You worked hard. You nurtured it. You achieved it.
Wands: You have it! That new, brilliant idea that’s going to make you rich. So you delve into it. You weigh the pros and cons, figure out what you need. And you go. You start out on your new idea. And it booms! You made it, like you knew that you would. Everything is looking good, but then other people get jealous. They challenge you. Constantly. You feel like you keep fighting the same battles, over and over again. In the end, you win. You know what you’re doing, and you come out on top. It won’t stay that way by its self though. You have to keep it that way. So you figure out a plan to make sure that what you’re doing will pay off. And you work. You work and you work and you work. Yes, you know what you’re doing. But how many times are you going to have to do this? Is it worth it? All this time, fighting for your idea. It wears you down. You wonder how much longer you should fight for this one thing. You thought of it. You created it. You finessed it. You’ve made it yours.
Swords: Aha! You can see it now, plain as day. You lay out your plan, and you make it happen. But you come to an impasse. You have to make a decision. A big decision. You don’t want to. Each side has such huge consequences. But so does not making a decision at all. So you close your eyes, and you pick. And holy crap, was that the wrong choice. You are left totally vulnerable, you feel like a piece of you is missing. But you know that you can’t lay around and cry about it forever, so you get up. You think. You plan. And you go and get revenge on those bastard who tore you down. You hurt them just like they hurt you. Now, you feel like you can rest. You try and get rid of that extra guilt you feel. That pain that still lingers in the background. But it lingers. So you run. You run far away and deny everything that happened. Every one points, and whispers. They know what you did. Your stuck. Stuck with that guilt, stuck with that pain. You can’t go anywhere without someone knowing what happened. It’s like a living nightmare. One that you can never wake up from. Everyday and every night, living with that dread that nothing will ever change. You feel totally overwhelmed. Things can’t get worse, you think to yourself. You cry yourself to sleep, wondering how you’re ever going to make it through. You were inspired. You rushed in. You dealt with it. You figure it out.
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Funnily enough, just as I picked out this prestige class to
do this week, I ran across the Cyphermage organization in Adventurer’s Guide,
which includes a great set of options for specialists in the same sort of
spellcasting as today’s entry.
Runeguards are masters of a specific brand of magic, namely
Thassalonian Sin Magic. Or more accurately, Virtue Magic, as they have, through
painstaking research, recovered the secrets of the original form of Xin’s
arcane philosophy before it was corrupted by his wicked and unworthy students.
In a neutral setting, these might be particularly goodly
masters of a very school-focused magical discipline.
It is worth noting that while this class is clearly geared
towards wizards, and perhaps specifically sin magic specialists that want to
turn their spells towards goodly ends, there is no restriction on the class or
even type of magic that these mystics have to cast. Indeed, I could easily see
divine and even psychic casters making use of these abilities.
Regardless of their magical discipline, all spells that
create runes, symbols, or glyphs are open for them to learn.
As they grow in mastery, they learn the special rune of each
of the seven virtues, adding them to their arsenal.
The rune of Charity, which represents abjuration, allows
them to transfer spell energy and a single abjuration spell to cast with it to
an ally, allowing them to ward themselves when they decide they need it.
The Kindness rune of evocation allows them to heal others
with mundane medicine with impressive ease and with negligible medical supplies
With Generoscity, they can convert raw spell power into a useful
blessing to aid the ability, attacks, or defenses of an ally.
Conversely, Humiity allows them to do the same to themselves
when receiving aid from another, gaining insight from their benevolence.
The rune of Love allows the caster to sacrifice magic to
forge a powerful bond with others, allowing them to sense their status, or even
communicate with thought if the spell energy was enough.
Temperance can ward the bearer of the rune against negative
energy, and these mystics can learn to quickly scribe it as such effects come
their way, though doing so tires them.
Finally, the Zeal rune grants them great focus in casting
spells, ignoring distractions and even weaving minor metamagical techniques
into their spells.
Over time, they perfect their application of their runic
spells and language-dependant effects, making them harder to resist.
The most powerful among them, however, can make a single
spell that creates a glyph permanent, though they can change which one this is
each day if they choose to.
Interested in a glyph-focused mage with a wide variety of
symbols in addition to their spells? This prestige class might be just what you’re
looking for, preparing a battlefield with traps, and applying buffs on the fly
with their runes. I recommend a support build for this purpose, as well as
control spells to help herd foes into their symbols.
Outside of the setting in question, this prestige class
further illustrates how the notion of magic schools colors how it is viewed
in-setting. Furthermore, these casters might have a dubious reputation, both
for dabbling in what some scholars assume is merely sin magic, while others may
be distrustful of them due to their reliance on magical traps.
With their tendency towards school-based casting and
esoteric lore, its no surprise that occultists are a surprisingly common type
of practitioner among runeguards. One such individual, Tiska Fleetwater, has
been collecting symbol spells and the secrets of planar calling for years,
though what the tiny halfling is planning to do is another story. The trail of
adventuring parties found dead in various ruins after being hired to escort
her, however, speaks of some ill intent, yet her powers seem goodly and
For decades, the kasatha immigrants to Yusui desert have
been drawing large, elaborate runes into the sand itself, their full extent
only visible from the sky. Is it a message to something in the sky? Part of
some colossal undertaking with a magical ritual? None know, but there is no
denying the sort of magic they wield through symbology.
The Elder Sign is merely the greatest mark left behind in the
ruins of Ko Paksa, for they remain guarded by powerful symbol spells and the
horrific fleshwarp creations of the former inhabitants, including the feral
trollhounds. Though weak, their regenerative tenacity has worn down many an
ill-prepared explorer before they even see their first symbol of death. An expert on mystic symbology, however, might be able to make it far.
OKAY BUT CAN WE APPRECIATE HOW MUCH CRAP THIS LIL’ BOY HAS BEEN THROUGH IN THE PAST TWO YEARS.
Think about it.
Only two. It’s even worse when you go by gem aging because that’s like TWO DAYS.
In two years this boy went from powerless and living in a semi-lonely life in the temple to learning how to make shields and bubbles and NOW HE EVEN FLOATS LIKE HOLY COW IS STEVEN SHOOTING UP FAST.
He didn’t even know what he was. All his life he’d been told he could rely on his “Magical Guardians” who didn’t seem to understand most things people did and were really busy but well-meaning, and then he finds out, hey, guess what, they’refreaking aliens. Who steal nutrients out of the dirt like some sort of plants to life and destroy planets in their wake.
DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HIS MOTHER, who he had been taught was a Wonderful Woman, who Loved and Cared Just Like He Did.
Rose started a war. TWO OF HIS CLOSEST FAMILY MEMBERS FOUGHT IN A WAR.
He learned just how much Rose MEANT to Pearl. On a romantic scale.
He earned his place amongst The Crystal Gems as an honest-to-goodness member.
Spent countless days and nights crammed on a boat with his family to look for his friend who was IMPRISONED IN A FUSION UNDER TONS OF EARTH WATER.
Countless hours helping Peridot find her place among them and go full redemption.
Saved the planet from being destroyed by a huge ball of dead soldiers glued together.
And now he’s helping Lapis, a heavily traumatized gem, find her place in this new life.
All while mastering a brand new power.
Like, let this boy sleep, for pete’s sake. When was the last time he sat down with the gems and had a decent meal like a family?
Kinokawa City, Wakayama, Japan. For the hard work and dedication, in 2008 Tama was promoted to Super Station Master. She was given a brand new window office, a hat with gold lining and a badge. Tama’s annual compensation package includes 1 years’ worth of cat food.
The brand masters could have people talking in a triumphant way. Or they could erase Sam, and enrage a chunk of the fandom. Personally, I can only see things ending with Option 1 or 2. Going back to #3 - the old status quo - is the narrative equivalent of a dog chasing its tail.
Whether Sam lives or dies, whether the heartfelt expression of feelings is one-sided or not, I’m expecting some lady love before things reach their conclusion.