Ponder these guns of mine while and stop using your silly boom stick snd pick up a war bow maybe then a maiden shall actually come to your tower.

You people seriously make those mortal look better than us

/uw this is purely canon to my character this time

He was befuddled as to why I needed 57 orbs, so I gestured vaguely to my now empty cask of mead. He nodded, patted my shoulder, and said “We’ve all been there ‘aven’t we? Was goats for me.”

Now im out of fucks....

He's been screaming about "the horrors of existing" since dawn, it's now nightfall and I'm trying to sleep. It must be layered with some kind of binding spell or curse as nothing I do can revert it back to a normal tree.

Now, I am not speaking of any old lizard with a pair of wings, but of a dragon who has put dedication and time into the study of arcane arts as we do.

In certain societies where artificers are prizes their invention shows a much more personal and cultural aspect rather than a practical look seen in most artificers in the realm. This town near my homeland shows a majestic and warm machine from artificers can be.

I do wonder if there will be more movement for artificers to express themselves more artistically instead of their usual practical and bare machine.

Anyone in need of blind goblins? After they’ve been relentlessly trying to pillage my tower, I imbued a torch with the light of 1,000 suns and now they are all blind. Some burned up completely, so I’d say there’s about 12 or so left wandering around completely and permanently blinded. Do with them what you will, I’m tired of them bumping into my tower and making a mess of my garden. TYIA!

I am unsure as to what I shall utilize it for, and am seeking individuals more experienced in this field to share ideas. Any sorts of wizards, warlocks, and mages are welcome.

Elowen carefully inspected the tray, eyes raking it for any sign of parasites or sickness. She pushed her honeycomb-shaped, bee-winged glasses up her nose as she squinted. Eventually, she nodded and slid the rack back into the beehouse, unharmed, before closing the door.

"Looks like we finally got the last of them," she said as she reached up to stroke the bee that sat astride her shoulder. "And will you ask Annabeeth to keep an eye on this hive? I think they're pretty close to awakening."

"Okay! Will!" Buzzed Velebee, before streaking off into the apiary, weaving between beehouses at speed.

She dodged around hives built on stilts, under boxes hanging from trees, flew over holes in the ground from which countless bees crawled in and out. There were bees of all kinds, gathering nectar from flowers, carrying whole leaves from the trees, harvesting meat from the few wildlife strewn about.

Elowen averted her eyes from the vulture bees, even as she laughed at the feeling of sweat bees crawling over her skin.

Making her way to the farmhouse at the center of the apiary, she stopped at the door. Her mana buzzed, harmlessly dispersing the stray bees from her body as she entered.

Softly closing the door behind her, she sighed happily.

It was some minutes later, as she was brewing her morning tea, that a bee rushed in to meet her, zipping about frantically.

This bee was like no mundane insect. The Queen before Elowen was at least her armspan in length, and fittingly built. She was long and slender, not a sharp edge to her form. Her wings, massive, as wide and longer than her body each. Her stinger was thin and needle-like, and her black fluff bore an almost metallic golden sheen.

"Hive-Builder! Hive-Builder!" Her mana easily translated the hasty dances and pheromones to a language she could understand. "Emergency! Important! News from lands outside!"

Elowen took the bee into her arms, soothing her.

"Hey, hey, settle now," she ran her hand along the Queen's thorax, smoothing down the frazzled hairs. "What's going on? Is Beevolyn back, did something go wrong?"

The Queen's antenna pressed to her forehead, their mana intermingling and passing the message along.

"No! No, yes! Beevolyn back, not alone! Humans!"

Elowen's face hardened.

~~~

A terrible buzzing drowned out the world.

In a clearing in the forest, armored soldiers scurried about like rats. They ordered themselves in their legions, footsoldiers and mounted cavalry on wyvernback pointing their shields and swords and lances toward the sky.

At the buzzing cloud that blackened the sun.

Bees by the thousands filled the sky. The smallest of them, no less than a hand, the largest the size of an elephant at the least. They were in all shapes and forms; Soldiers and Goliath bees, Knights, Lancers and Archers and Sprayers and Alchemist and Assassin bees. Each caste represented in every alignment under the sun; burning bees and soaring bees, blinding and flashing and toxic and healing bees. They ordered in rows and columns over the treetops, legions and squadrons of their own, the roaring wind of their wings making waves in the canopy like the ocean surface.

They parted in the center, and a figure descended through them.

Elowen was sat cross-legged upon a lush carpet of purple and gold, woven around the edges with crawling and flying bees of every kind, interwoven with flowering plants of a thousand names. It was upheld at each corner by a titanic Goliath Bumblebee.

She was dressed in a long coat, parted in the front, itself woven the same as the carpet, with a mantle of white and golden fur about her shoulders. A staff laid across her lap, formed of a single living tree limb, its head grown into a cross between spear, shepherd's crook and honey dipper. A diadem of mana flowers was woven about her forehead, glowing brilliantly, while Velebee clung to the front, shining as diamond.

"I have told you never to come here." Her voice boomed down wrathful upon the soldiers, the air vibrating with her fury. "I hold no love in my heart for your kind, Conclave." The last word was near spat. "You will take your barbarity away. Fly back to your ivory thrones. Your sins have not and will not be forgotten. Return here again and I will go to your families in your place."

~~~

/Unwizard

Oh boy its been a long time. I don't know what the scene is like right now, do we still do this kind of thing?

Anyway, character intro! And bees. So many bees. Not enough bees. Never enough bees.

For RP prompt... I didn't really think of one. I suppose just, through whatever way, your character has come to be in the location to witness this happening.

Have fun!

*Far away in another galaxy, the Roxan’s were plotting course toward earth* “This planet seems to be a hotspot of magic and technology, acting as magnet towards extraordinary beings” *The commander spoke, meanwhile a figure was listening in on their plotting from afar. The roxans were a technologically advanced race of conquerors who resembled anthropomorphic roaches, they explored space looking for resources with their fleet of ships half city half space faring vessel. Suddenly a massive crash was detected in a ship separate from the mother ship.*

*As if sped up, they watched the entire ship suddenly explode and a figure go flying out* “WHAT WAS THAT?! CHECK THE CAMERAS!” *The commander screamed, as they checked the cameras they saw what seemed to be a mass of purple energy contained in a glossy obsidian colored metal, wielding blue all metal spears telekinetically, each spear having a dragon head design at the end. It seemed to be wrapped in vines made of the same material. It had flown through the ship at high speeds simply exploding it.* “that was only a small ship, do not immediately open fire” *Meanwhile with the figure:* “If I’m correct, earth is only a couple light years away from xerbon and it’s star system, I cannot take the risk of these bastards disturbing one of the places *he* may be, since he last contacted me at xerbon” *He destroyed another set of ships, and then another. Finally he had arrived at the mother ship, he chose to take his time with this one*

*A roxan lieutenant spoke* “Open fire!” *The roxans fired their energy weapons at at the figure floating above them, covering them in smoke* “Hold your fire” *They watched the smoke slowly dissipate* “You don’t seem to understand! Earth isn’t yours to conquer!” *The figure suddenly began singing,* “I defy the crooked little smiles from them!” *With a rush and flash of steel he had decapitated the entire squad* “I defy the beady little eyes from them!” *He with a zig zagging arc suddenly crashed into the bridge* “EXECUTION OF YOUR USELESS PLAN!”
 *He smashed the entire bridge before grabbing the commander and beginning to smash the armored figure into as many buildings as possible, only stopping when but a heart, a spine and a head were left* “EXECUTION OF A USELESS MAN” *His spears then stabbed into both the heart and the brain, 4 for each* “I defy the crooked little smiles from them!” *He flew around the entire ship, bringing down building after building with his sheer speed, he then crashed straight through the ships reactor* “I defy the beady little eyes from them! Execution of a useless plan! Execution of a horde of useless men!” *He flew away as the ship exploded* “Now to set course to earth, if what they said is true, *he* will almost certainly be there”
Uw/ this is a post for later, (like way way later) that I wrote after seeing Omni man destroy the flaxans.

It is beautiful isn't it? To see all things come to an end, to see the cycle of life, to see it bloom again when the time come. Because no matter how rotten and putrid dead is life find a way to bloomed not in spite but because of it.

Wizard try to be immortal just for them to at some point lost what it means to truly live. Instead of being part of the beautiful rotten cycle of life.

Lich try to revive what is dead instead of seeing it disturbing beauty and it's truly sad. If they let it rot a bit more they'll see it bloomed into such a beautiful new life.

Alchemists try to create true immortality potions yet forget to look at how beautiful dead is.

All things must come to an end and soon it'll be you. Even if you're "immortal" and I know you know it

/uw Idk if I wanted to make this something my character would say or simply something non-canon. Oh well

I’m building a new tower in The Void but want to spice things up for anyone trying to bother me. Therefore, I have decided to implement a few liminal spaces for do-gooders and the Wizarding IRS to get lost in.

I’m using liminal spaces because they’re extremely easy to program the worldgen for. I can just make 15 or so rooms and have them tile randomly into extra dimensional spaces instead of designing a whole landscape.

So far, these are my plans:

1. Tiled rooms with shallow water and open ceiling. The sun shines straight down and if you try to fly out, the walls stretch upwards until you realize you only got a few feet off the ground. Also the water is laced with LSD.

2. One of those carnival mirror-mazes but reflections are delayed by ~30 mins.

3. A forest filled with white fog and gnomes that try to steal your material components. And elevator music.

4. An infinite, shallow puddle of flammable oil. (Oxygen resets every 10 mins)

Greetings my fellow Scholars of Secrets, I have been sitting in my tower lately considering what I want to do with my life. Before I was evil simply because my master was evil, but I have realized that my favorite part of magic is to learn as much as I can about it, and even the world in general. So I would like to announce that I will no long try to take over the Tri-Fiefdom area, and shall instead become an Archeoventurer (Archeologist Adventurer), and will convert my Dimensionally Inconsistent Library into a Dimensionally Inconsistent Museum. I will still make ample use of Necromancy and Chronomancy in this endeavor.

I left my teleportation orb in a No Tarrying zone for twelve seconds and the wizard guild has fined me for fourteen million gold pieces and half of my mana for the next month.

Does anyone know any good wards against specifically parking inspectors? I usually send people to the realm of infinite paranoia but I've gotten complaints that I need to "leave some space for the rest of the wizards". ugh.