Marcello

All Gen VII changes are being implemented for the next release, E17, so Confusion will then be changed to 1/3. For now it's still at the Gen VI rate of 1/2 like everything else.

(Static (28/30) taken from Rosa forgot to explicitly say so last post) "You think you understand it, huh? Well, if you have advice to offer, one mage to another." Terrin laughed a bit as he opened up the new tome, scanned it quickly, and cast back at the tree. Instead of a bolt, this tome produced more like a small clump of electricity. It didn't hit the lance, but it DID still manage to hit the tree, albeit right at its base, which was an improvement to the majority of what his old tome had been offering him. "Hmm, that was alright, I suppose."

"Didn't they teach you basic thunder magic in training?" Terrin asked, curiously, before shrugging. "Well, regardless, I'm probably better off taking it. At a glance it looks easier to aim than this old thing, so maybe I won't be quite so spacially challenged while using it." Terrin smirked as we waved his thunder tome at Serene, before taking the static tome and opening it up, flicking through some pages. He smiled and looked up at Rosa. "Oooh, I remember these. This is the stuff they give to mages in training. Not the strongest in the world, but really easy to handle. Thanks for grabbing this!"

Telluric is a real word that just means 'Of the earth' and things akin, just fyi.

Of all the fun field updates that were done for the Gen VII release, this one was certainly one of my favourites, and the variety of effects is brilliant, I'm sure eveyone, myself included, will have some fun with these! And then the leaders will use them to ruin your fun.

"Hit my target? What are you talking about?" He asked, looking over his shoulder. He quickly noticed the char marks in the tree around the lance. "...Huh. I really just...?" He asked with raised eyebrows, looking at Hoshiko for confirmation.

Terrin just sighed and shook his head. "I don't think it's that easy, Hoshiko." He muttered, closing his eyes a briefly while the ringing in his ears from her shouting died out. He smiled at her once he opened his eyes again, however. "Although that does remind me of something my teacher once told me..." Terrin cleared his throat before doing an impression of what sounded like an old man. "Terrin, m'boy! That skill won't get you anywhere without PASSION. Magic is built on it. On Love. On Rage. On Fear. But not on this bullshit indifference of yours." Terrin just laughed once he finished the impression, shaking his head. "I just wish it was that simple, however." He sighed, dejected, as he turned to face Hoshiko, his back to the tree that was the target of this training excercise. "If it was easy as just letting go of everything- My frustration at Ashley's refusal to even aknowledge me, or my resentment of how father treated Terra over me, or my fear of what Lindl has gotten up to after everything we saw with Ignexius... And that can't be anything good..." As Terrin began his rant about people that Hoshiko had no knowledge whatsoever of, he thrust his hands down by his sides while getting worked up. Unbeknownst to the thunder mage, but entirely in view of the archer, a bolt of thunder shot out from his hand as he did so, heading straight for the tree, and striking with such precision that it hit the lance he had thrown in there previously, causing char marks to crackle out from the tip where said lance was embedded into the trunk.

"I'm not sure my pose is the problem but... Sure, I'll try." He said with a shrug, it could hardly make things work. He carefully mimicked Hoshiko's actions- albeit mirrored -right foot forward, left arm arced out, tome held by the leg, the works. A bolt of thunder shot straight out of his fingers. It seemed more focused as it approached the tree. In the end it still swerved to the side and hit the ground, but got far closer to its target than his past two attempts had. "Huh, that IS an improvement." He remarked, surprised as he stood back up straight, thinking for a moment. "You're onto something- I'm still not convinced it's posing, but something is displeasing the spirits. The problem certainly isn't my aim..." He muttered, trying to form a theory.

"I... you think the issue is my pose?" He asked, sceptically, before performing a halfhearted heroic pose and casting another bolt of thunder towards the tree, this one arced in the opposite direction to the previous, still hitting the ground a similar distance away. "If that tree was a madman on a wyvern, we would both be in serious trouble right now." The mage sighed, dejected.

"What in the!?" The mage jumped back, startled as he heard a voice speak to him. Indeed, he had been so intensely focused on his regime that he hadn't been observing his surroundings at all. Alas, as he was these days for more used to the weight of his clothes than his armour, he misjudged his jump backwards and landed on the ground with a thud, sighing as he looked up and saw Hoshiko. "Oh, hey, sorry about that..." He murmured as he stood back up and smiled at the archer. "I was training. Mage or not, a strong body can make even the most grievous of wounds seem like but a scratch, with the right techniques." He said, before glancing over at the half lance lodged into a tree a ways away, and the charred ground from where his spell had hit to the side of it. "Not that that matters much if the spirits won't even strike where I need them to." He added with a slight grumble, before walking past Hoshiko a little to pick his usual clothes up from where he had neatly folded them on the ground.

It wasn't long before Terrin had finished his pushups, and had picked up the broken lance, holding the two halves together as if it was whole, and darting around a nearby tree, jabbing at it with surprising speed and finesse given he was armoured. He quickly spun around and threw the pointed half of the weapon, which ended up hitting right in the centre of a tree quite a distance away from him with enough force to lodge itself in it. "...Still got it. Now I just need to..." He murmured to himself with a confident smile, before grabbing his tome from the ground and casting a quick bolt in the same direction he had thrown the lance. It didn't come close to hitting the tree, however, arcing to the side and hitting the ground a ways away from his intended target. "Why is it so much harder...?" He asked himself, clearly frustrated, to confident smile from before having canished as quickly as it had crept onto his face..

Ecquis had been generous enough to allow Terrin a wyvernback escape, but once they had arrived at their new campsite and things had settled down somewhat, the Thunder mage was nowhere to be seen. Indeed, a short while away from camp, hidden away in the forest, Terrin 's usual clothes lay, folded up neatly, on the ground. Next to this was Terrin, seeming intently focused as he did pushup after pushup. He had put on his old armor from his days as a soldier, as he usually did while training, for the added weight, even if he preferred maneuverability while on the battlefield. The armour was... something. Not the usual dull yellow colour of Caelish standard issue, but a vibrant gold-tint instead. But that wasn't all. Royal purple cloth hung down from his spaulders, similar cloth, only crimson coloured, from his waist. Not to mention the lime green trim all around the edges of the metal plates, it looked... Expensive, which was probably the nicest thing that anybody could say about the ensemble. But Terrin regardless continued his strength training, ignoring the fact he looked more like a jester than a soldier or a mage. "Forty more, and then the fun part of the training begins." He assured himself as he continued, focusing in front of him where he had placed an old iron lance- snapped in half, worn out, rusted, just generally no use to anyone. But he focused on it regardless.

Terrin finally takes a big hit, and his passive healing renders it almost negligible. Nice. And more healing + speed? I'll take that as a pretty good level up tbh

"I... Yes, I do suppose that might be what's behind the door, yes. What a shame we won't get to find out." Terrin remarked to Klaren with a slight hint of sarcasm, before looking back at the massing reinforcements, and forward in the direction we were heading. "That looks like their commander over there... Looks like things might get pretty intense, pretty soon." He observed, admiring Klaren's optimism in a situation that could get very bad very fast with just a single wrong move.

Can confirm the first picture of this post is of me and was taken on my 20th birthday, in fact. I partied hard.

Terrin looked at the monk, who would likely have been better off throwing the tome at him than casting, given he was in more or less perfect condition now, and smirked as he began to open his own tome to launch another spell - That is, untill he noticed the rather ominous wall of soldiers approaching from the west. And the fact most of his allies appeared to be doing the smart thing and heading in the opposite direction. "Weeeellll, I could keep giving that monk what for... Or I could go say hi to my friend Klaren!" Terrin assured himself he wasn't running away, and just being a good friend, as he too headed eastwards. "How you holding up?" He asked Klaren once he was near, although Terrin seemed worse for ware himself, panting a fair bit as his not-retreat had been perhaps a tad too swift. Move to I19