Rules

/uw look this has been on my mind a bit. Here recently been seeing a lot of people in the community get tore down a bit and discouraged. So what I want is you are having a bad day, reach out to somebody.

Try to think a bit about how far you have come and the goals you set to achieve. I know the world is harsh, I struggle with a lot myself with anxiety, stress, and sometimes I just wanna sleep in my bed for a few more hours more than i should. Sometimes it feels pointless, but everyday I have people convincing me otherwise. I am forever grateful for them.

So please, reach out, talk to people, take deep breaths, meditate, write if you need too, and also if you ever feel overwhelmed, inadequate, or less than worthy.

You are important, you do matter, and you deserve the best life you can.

My life has been crap, I can imagine many of us go through it. But I want you to know you can fight, I want you to know that there is hope.

-Council Master Evoker

Lady MastaDon Astrum

I hand sculpt minis and love wizards. @minis_by_justin on insta

Ok guys, I'm starting to get done with all this advertisements, everywhere I go I see and campaign advertisement, I go to the bathroom, I see an advertisement. When I go to my usual bar to take some drinks, a candidate is in the corner is making a show just for the sake to get attention.

And the worst part is that whenever two of these candidates stumble across emselves in the middle of these ""shows"" that's where shit gets messy, they start fighting for who gets more attention in a very stupid way, molesting the bypassing people who don't care about these kind of things.

If you try to sell me your stupid campaigns, I'll be very pissed and attack you...

Uw/ obviously I'm not pissed about the elections, I just find funny that Zhyros gets grumpy about that...lol

https://strawpoll.com/e2naXL0lAyB

He emerged from the manhole that led to the semblance of a sewer system. The night was chill and the streets were busy. He removed his scent mask and took a deep breath. The rotten smell of the slums hit his nose with an overwhelming odor. He smiled, eyes brimming with determination. Compared to what he was forced to inhale deep below the sewers every single day, this was revitalising.

Wretches that were barely surviving on the streets at first cowered in fear and skittered away like lowly insects. But soon after greed has overcome them, for this man, dressed in a perfectly tailored leather armor, with a haversack filled with shiny steel tools that looked like knives on his back, certainly would promise them a quick buck if they generously help him alleviate the burden of his possessions. And what if he had a strange tail, that seemingly moved on it's own? These poor souls began to encircle the man, confident that law enforcers consider it above themselves to even set foot in their polished boots down here in the slums, where a human life is worth less than nothing.

The man simply put the mask back on. Ptomaine, better known as corpse poison, isn't healthy even for his organism after all. And, after being surrounded by these starving madmen, ready to plunge their makeshift weapons into his throat, he muttered only one word:

"Heskel."

A hulking shadow appeared behind him, emitting a strong scent of flowers. One blurred movement and two people are flying into the wall, a broken dolls.

"These would make for a subpar material, they all are malnourished and many of their body parts are clearly damaged. You can get rid of them all. We need to find healthier specimens. It's what Grandfather wanted after all."

The Flesh Carver begins calmly walking towards wealthier regions of the city, while behind his back a massacre unfolds, in which the Wight folds poor creatures in two, punches them with enough force to explode their heads and tear off limbs, draws sigils in the air which cause their bodies to turn inside out and more. Right before their death, these people can see that this monster, standing at more than two meters tall, with perfect musculature and quick precise movements, is stitched from the skin of multiple creatures. Come to think of it, wasn't that man's haversack also the color of human skin, as well as his apron?

...

"You sure took your time with them, Heskel. Excited to finally return to the surface?"

"Mission."

"I know, i know. Can't a young man in his prime enjoy some of the wonders this miserable world can offer?"

"..."

"Ehh, you're right, who am i kidding. Alright, let's start experimenting."

The slums are separated from the rest of the city by a high wall, heavily fortified and patrolled. But why trying to scale it, when you can just crawl under it? Entering the familiar sewage, thanks to Heskel's memory, they were quickly able to emerge in the trading district.

"I'm going to need you to protect me without letting potential material see you, otherwise they'll just freak out."

"Dangerous."

"I know, but such is the nature of humans. They can't comprehend something that looks even a little not like them. And don't worry, I'm not a little boy anymore."

"..."

"Glad we came to an agreement. Alright, I'm moving."

After taking off his scent mask and pulling out a face of a beautiful woman from his apron, he puts it on his own and mutters an incantation. The face then suddenly comes to life, as if it was his all this time. Adjusting the width of the armor in certain places, Flesh Carver sets off to look for a creature that fits his criteria.

...

"Hey sweetie, you seem tired standing on your post all day. Wanna come with me and have some fun?"

"Khmm...as a protector of common folk, i sure am eligible for a big discount, isn't that right, miss...?"

"Oh, of course, a very generous discount. As for my name, don't think too much about it, unless you would want to become my regular client, sweetie. Now, let's go, i know a good place for us to get some privacy in."

...

crackle "aaaaAAA-" thud

"Hmmm, what do you think, Heskel?"

"Strong bones."

"Perfect. Let's begin then."

With some effort, he forces the broken bone back in its rightful place. And to ensure that it'll be properly healed, he cites the Amalgam Hymn, a spell of Grandfather's own creation, making all the bone and tissue to firmly bond with eachother.

Then, the man unsheathes his ritual dagger and slices his palm. Blood starts pouring out of it in far greater capacity than seemingly possible from such a small cut. After collecting all blood in a special container, he dips a special brush in it and begins drawing a ritual circle around the unconscious man.

After finishing the outer circle, he goes on to draw on the guard's body itself, making sure that all lines are correct with the help of Heskel's watchful eye.

Fifteen tedious minutes have passed, before he could proudly declare to have finished his first binding ritual.

"Incantation."

"Thanks, i almost forgot. Khm khm."

"With this rite I lay claim to what I am owed as Lord. With this rite I enslave this soul to me."

The blood that made the ritual circle flew into the man. After the last drop entered guard's body, he opened his eyes.

"Your name." Flesh carver demanded.

"...CALLUM." The guard replied in a deep otherworldly voice.

"Callum. You will help me find a place nearby where I can work undisturbed."

"...YES, MY LORD."

"You can call me...Lòke. Let's go, we have a lot of work to do."

For Context: https://www.reddit.com/r/wizardposting/s/TPMDNBAWIj

It was a normal day in the lightning devil mansion™ and Orion was feeling bored so he opened his portal and jumped in.

Then it happened. Orion fell through a crack in the multiverse and started feeling weird. His thoughts were getting tangled up.

Everything seemed unreal. Reality was warping through itself and he thought he was going to puke.

Suddenly he felt a strange pulse through his body. He was back at his room in the lightning devil mansion™? As he looked around he saw him. It was someone who looked just like him but he was, all black?(I'm not racist)

???: AHAHAHAHAHAHA I'm free, FREE! All of this time I was inside you and it sucked! Your soul is pure! You're almost a (with disgust)good person!

Orion: who the fuck are you?!

??? I'm the little piece inside you, your evil side, all of your intrusive thoughts, that was me! I'm the opposite of you. You can call me Noiro

Orion: you're done for(gets in fighting stance)

Noiro: I don't think so (blasts a hole through the wall with an explosion) until we meet again (jumps out)

Orion: that's my liiiiiiine

++OFFICIAL COUNCIL DOCUMENT - TOP SECRET - DO NOT DISSEMINATE++

https://preview.redd.it/igy9irbke8ce1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ff08489d980d58e96745456bfd5c9b19bb887212

Name: Corvis Dominus 

Titles/Aliases: The Black Phoenix, the Boogieman of Michigan City, that guy who stabbed someone for a bag of chips once

Age: 600+ years

Species: Dark elf

Gender: Male

Nationality: ???

Magical Specialism(s): Necromancy,umbramancy, artifacting, and a form of magic he invented called “second amendment magic”.

Known Weaknesses: Fire, dismemberment, removal of his mask, crippling addiction to fast food

Caster Grade: Profesional

Council Loyalty Classification: Teal

Threat Level Classification: Sigma

Overview: 

The first known mention of Corvis dates back to around five hundred.years ago. He sought to rule over the world itself as dark lord and had nearly succeeded in taking over the continent thanks to his powerful magics, infernal war machines, and near immortality.

His ascension was uncontested as he easily slaughtered anyone who opposed him. However, this would also lead to his downfall. While his motivation for his following actions is unknown we can speculate that he became bored with how easy world domination had been for him.

Corvis would take on the alias “Solis Notabadguy” and pretend to be a wise old wizard seeking out champions to defeat the dark lord. He would con a small party of commoners into joining him under the pretext that they were “chosen by the prophecy”. He would then lead them on a quest which he secretly controlled in order to mold his companions into the perfect warriors capable of defeating him.

At the end of the quest, Corvis would reveal his true identity to the heroes and fight them in a final battle where they used a pair of ancient runes (actually created by Corvis himself ) to seal both his power and body away forever.

However, Corvis’ immortality caused him to be completely couscous for the entire 500 years he was sealed. This undoubtedly deteriorated his mental state and is the reason why he has been described by those who have encountered him as “an escaped mental patient”. His tomb was discovered about ten years ago by construction workers who accidentally set him free.

Currently, Corvis resides in Michigan City in the northern part of the United Republic of Former Colonies (URFC). While he is nowhere as powerful or as dangerous as he once was, Corvis has become a nuisance for the city’s paladins and the various gangs that live there. His activities nowadays consist of random crime sprees and destructive behaviour he uses to entertain himself. He also lives in his dark tower which he relocated to a low-income housing environment by the government name of section 8.

About a year ago he took on an apprentice which is very unusual for Corvis considering his chaotic and self-serving nature. 

Powers and fighting style:

Corvis mainly does combat with his enchanted arsenal of guns. He made each one himself and fine-tuned them to violate as many Geneva conventions as possible. On top of this, he has several other magical gadgets used both in and out of battle.

Corvis’ umbramancy is primarily used in an offensive form. He has been seen creating shadow tendrils to lash out at foes or to use as a sort of grappling hook. He also has the ability to “melt” into shadows for his rare stealth approaches.

Although Corvis is an experienced necromancer it is not his strong suit. In combat, he is known to reanimate the corpses of his victims to sow confusion among their ranks. He mainly uses his necromantic abilities outside of combat to create undead servants who complete mundane tasks around his tower.

His most notable ability is his immortality. To put it simply, Corvis cannot die but he is far from invincible. No matter the state of his body, Corvis will be conscious and able to move around if his state permits it. He cannot regenerate the damage and has to put himself back together either through conventional medical means or restorative magic. It's unknown how he obtained this power.

One final addendum to this section is Corvis’ unsealed form. Although he unintentionally made the seal to his power permanent, he can still temporarily disable it. In this form, his body is made of pure shadow and he can change form however he pleases. Very little has been documented about this state since he does not use it very often. 

Contingencies: 

Should he ever become hostile towards the council the recommended course of action is to try to ambush him to decrease his reaction time. His mask is his magical focus therefore destroying it with a long-range spell or weapon should prevent him from casting spells. Hopefully, this will also destroy his head but if it doesn't it's recommended that a strike force rush him until his body is reduced to ash or tiny bloody gibs.

However, this is unlikely to kill him thus it is recommended to take his remains to a secure location where Corvis can be questioned after his body is restored. The worst-case scenario would occur if he activates his unsealed form, in which case an archmage-level wizard should be sent to destroy him.

Closing thoughts:

The council has considered using Corvis for assignments as this might make him less likely to go against us. While unpredictable, he will work for cheap meaning the council could just pay him with fast food gift cards. This document will require further review before such a decision can be made. Until then additional documents on Corvis’ arsenal or allies are available upon request.

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/uw template made by u/Carbon_sixx. That last sentence is serious btw. I will write those other documents if there is a demand. If you have a job for Corvis I can write a lorepost about it or something (success or satisfying results not guaranteed).

/uw haiii again wizposters!!! Thanks for getting me up to speed with the sub and its world, y’all are awesome :3

/rw

The realmless. A world between the realms. A bizarre, hostile world. An unstable, ever changing world. It doesn’t really have planets, only one seemingly infinitely large landscape. The sun appears to be in the same position, no matter where you are. Time feels weird in here. There are no explanations in here. There will never be.

the eleventh settlement, one of the many settlements built by those unfortunate enough to have ended up between the realms. It’s been built in a small valley, the mountains around it giving it protecting it from the creatures of the realmless. The people of the realmless have built themselves shelters from this unpredictable world, fortresses of normalcy in a place seemingly made from abnormality itself. While the realmless is unforgiving, the settlements are flourishing. And yet, their inhabitants still yearn for their old homes. The thought that someone would enter this world willingly has never even crossed their mind

a library within the eleventh settlement. Large bookshelves stretch across a labyrinth of floors and corridors, of stairs and doors. It seems that every piece of information that has ever entered the realmless is contained within this library.

A woman enters the library through the large front door. While sort of androgynous, she appears a lot more feminine than masculine. At 5‘10, she’s rather tall for a human, her long hair bound into a ponytail. It’s a bright, desaturated red with some slight blond tones. She’s wearing a red shirt, black pants and black leather boots. Her clothes are somewhat damaged, she looks like she just got out of a fight.

She walks towards the librarian, a short, humanoid shadow being, presumably from one of the dark realms. They can barely look over their desk, yet they still seem competent in their field.

"How can i help you?", the librarian asks, slightly confused why someone like this woman would come to a library. "I am looking for some magic related stuff", the woman answers. "Oh.", the librarian says, seemingly having lost all of their confusion. "Another one who wants to find a ritual to get back to their home realm??? I’m sorry but i can’t help ya with that, there’s no information on this anywhere in the settleme-" "No. I’m simply looking to learn some basic witchcraft." Now confused again, but also a bit intrigued, the librarian responds: "Huh. Haven’t seen anyone who wanted that in ages. But anyways, anything specific ya lookin for?" "Not really, maybe a book that would help me get started would be nice."

about 3 hours later, the woman reappears at the librarians desk, 2 books in her hands. One of them is labeled "An apprentices guide to summoning", the other one being called "I cast fireball: basic spells". "Can i borrow these?", the woman asks. "Sure!!!", the librarian responds, "imma just need ya name, ok?" "My… name?" "yep!!"

"Mai."

"and ya last name?" "don’t have one" "what do ya mean ya don’t have one???!!!", the librarian questions, somewhat annoyed, thinking they’re being lied to, "everyone has one" "Well i don’t"

A bit confused, the librarian takes out their list of borrowed books, entering the names of the two books. As for who borrowed them, they just write down "Mai"