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There have been rumours that Ad Libertatem has disbanded! Nothing could be further from the truth.

Following the arrest and incarceration (without trial!) of some of our members for minor infractions, AD LIBERTATEM is now a secret organisation.

Please read the edited first post for more information, and keep checking back for the next chapters of Xirius' story.

I've got another to add (I'm surprised it hasn't been included already since it is referenced in quests):

Duplicate Book (Azure)
Realm 7
Holding a written book/map in one hand and a blank book/map in the other, makes the blank into a duplicate (including abilities it has- i.e. to copy book of blades etc.). Some rare texts (rare smelting for instance) could have a copy-protection enchantment that keeps this from working.

I've got a couple suggestions for spells:

Far Sight (maybe Azure and Crystal inter-way?)
Realm 3
Gives the caster the ability to target and interact with NPCs and objects much farther away than usual.

Dark Appeasement (Dark way)
Realm 3
Counteracts Dakkru's curse (only counteracts for the length of time the spell is cast- i.e. at realm 3, lasts roughly 5 minutes and by realm 7 lasts the entire length of the curse to essentially negate it entirely)

Curse of Dakkru (Dark Way)
Realm 8
Casts Dakkru's curse upon the victim (doesn't last the same length of time as the curse for leaving the Death Realm)

Negate Barrier (Brown way)
Realm 4
Gives the player the ability to squeeze past some already partially-open barriers such as the bars in the sewers. (A lower level spell than 'Open Passage' already suggested)

Self Sacrifice (Interway- Crystal, Red and Dark maybe?)
Realm 10
Kills yourself and all those within range you are not grouped with whatever their stats. May only be used once per day.

Create Barrier (Blue and Azure interway maybe?)
Realm 7
Creates an impassable barrier for the duration of the spell (casting it would create a wall of swirling aether that you would click to place -like a book or object- in front of a door or something).

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A few more additions:

Coercion (Azure way)
Realm 6
Cast on an NPC to force them to offer you a quest or the next quest in the series (only if one is generally available but you haven't got the required Faction level)

(Crystal/Red/Dark etc.) Sphere of Protection (for each way)
Realm 4
Casts a defensive sphere that protects from spells of the same way of magic- i.e. 'Red Sphere of Protection' would protect against enemy red spells. There should be one for each way because logically those with competence in a way should be able to protect themselves (partially) from that same way.

I find it amusing how most all of the wishes in the wish list board are requests to make levelling easier...   

That being said, there is a little click every time a message comes through if it's on a chat tab that you're currently watching, so I don't see any reason this couldn't or shouldn't be done...

Thanks very much for hosting it Daevaorn  It was quite interesting! If you do it again, and I hope that you do, I'd love to be a contestant.

It got too late to continue the hunt for the treasure... I take it that it was found in the end? Where exactly was it?

Xirius

You find yourself travelling back to Hydlaa from Ojaveda after running several errands- a few letters to deliver, some tefusang teeth for Trasok, some Falka oil for Jayose's lamps. Halfway down the road, you are shocked to see a herd of rampaging Maulbernauts, bellowing their calls of fury and beating their chests. Worst of all, they are blocking the main road back.

Thinking you had better climb into the hills to avoid them, you find yourself in Camp Banished, and talking to the affable (though you suspect quite drunk) rogues therein. Tucked away in one of the tents, you see a pamphlet of the sort you've seen before, written in the distinctive teal blue-coloured ink of the Klyros. Once again, curiosity gets the best of you.
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Something is Rotten in the Dome... Part III

The Klyros awoke to a slap on the face. Another piece of rotten meat had been thrown into the cell through the window. Though he gagged at the foul taste, he choked it down with all ravenous haste. The last three or even four meals (he couldn’t quite remember) had been thrown out of reach and gobbled up by the vile rats with which he shared this dank stone tomb. He knew not if throwing the meat out of reach was the malicious intention of his jailers, if they didn’t realise, or simply didn’t care. Not that it mattered much.

Several more days passed with the usual infrequent meals. Fortune would have it he always had enough to drink- a small channel in the stone around the window of his cell meant water constantly dripped onto the floor. This particular cell must have been ancient- centuries of water droplets had carved a small basin into the stone floor. The Klyros spent most of his waking hours counting the drops and watching the ripples they caused- the light of the Azure Sun peaking through the cell, reflecting off the pool, and he spent many hours, days, lost in a trance of thought- timeless and unending.

His thoughts turned often to his encounter with the two ladies and the two guards- Rikania and Molveni… Rikania, and Molveni… The names sounded familiar, as though he had read about them in a book once. He knew they were powerful too, and wealthy. But what were they up to? The Klyros had no idea yet many scenarios of evil mages played themselves out through his mind, and he knew the trumped-up charges might be the least of his problems. He was only curious at the sounds coming from inside the iron tower, and meant no real harm… and yes, one is technically not allowed in the dungeons, but the mining is better down there than at the public mines outside of town. ‘A member of the Onyx Dagger clan? Seriously!?!’ he thought to himself. The Klyros knew they would probably plant evidence into his possessions, taken away from him after the arrest. ‘And what of my precious dark broadswords? I know, I know, strictly they aren’t legal, but they are antiques, forged by my grandfather back in Wysthinae.’ The Klyros sighed with a heavy heart. He knew whatever happens, it wouldn’t be good. He began to think he was just going to be left in this cell, alone, to rot away forgotten.
 
‘Thunk’… ‘thunk thunk’… The Klyros woke to a most unusual sound, and saw in front of his eyes three green apples had been gently pushed though the window and had landed in the pool of water. Delicious, wonderful apples! The Klyros was elated and gorged down on the first before suddenly worrying they were poisoned. His joy was swiftly replaced by the sickness of great worry and fear, but after several minutes, he began to relax once again. He felt no poison, no looming illness and felt better. Who, he wondered, could or would have rolled apples into his cell? He saved the other two for a later time knowing how infrequent meals generally were. He spent the rest of the day in a deep ponder, but slept better that night than any he could remember since arriving.

‘Thunk’… ‘thunk’… Two more apples fell into the pool. “Wait!” the Klyros shouted. “Please!?!” There was no answer, but he could hear shuffling feet outside. “I know someone’s out there!”

A raspy diminutive voice whispered back- “Shhhhh! You’ll reveal me… Just know a few of us are watching out for you. Hang on a while longer…”

“Who are you?!?” he shouted back, but no response was given. The Klyros slumped back onto the floor, his chains rattling against the stone. He munched on an apple, in a pensive sulk.
Three days passed without any more visits. Rotten slabs of clacker meat had still been periodically hurled into the cell, but only on the third day having eaten all the apples and wishing he had more did he choke down the vile sinew.

Two more days passed, and the Klyros was becoming increasingly troubled, and hours upon hours were spent sitting against the cold stone and watching the drops of water fall one by one into the pool, scattering dancing wisps of light from the crystal far above around the room. He was completely lost in thought and was very startled by the sudden bellow.

“Right-ho!” a guard shouted from outside the window. The Klyros nearly died then and there from the surprise. “Stand up you despicable reprobate! You’re going in front of the Octarch himself! Can’t see myself why he’s interested in the likes of you, but orders is orders.”

A small part of the wall against which the Klyros had been leaning disappeared, the distinctive groaning earthy sound of Brown way magick could be heard, and the Klyros strained to adjust his eyes to the light outside his cell. All he saw was a mage a few paces away before a bag was once again hastily shoved over his head by a Dwarven guard.

“Heheheh…” the dwarf chuckled. “Think you were going to see whereabouts these cells were eh?” Not a chance. Now I’m thinkin’ you’re too weak to give me any trouble, but just know I’ve got a large club here and I’m not afraid to bludgeon you with it. Got it!?!”

The Klyros had no choice but to comply...


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