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Magimystical Research and Development Lab
Why, ah, hello there, you.
No, no, I was expecting your visit, I just… ah… where is my dayplanner? Anyway.
Ahem.
Welcome to the Flintmo – you stop that! STEVEN.
Welcome to the Flintmoramaw Magimystical Research and Development Laboratory. This is a multi-Guild Mountaineer research facility, where we undergo 24-hour testing and study in various magimystical fields and specialties. Typically, we are organized as such:
Balimorans study the nature of Magiq, and Magiq in Nature, in addition to the effects of Chaos on Magiqal energies. They use an advanced system to locate and track various sources of natural magiqal energy. It’s still in testing, so of course, it’s not perfect. But we’re getting there. We’re getting there.
Thornmouth tends toward research of the more academic and historical bend, although they have a few strong projects currently running about modern magimystical ability. We have yet to break into the fields of magimystical heredity, but… The science just isn’t quite there. We are closer every day, however.
Flinterforge – yes, Flinterforge is currently involved in some extremely exciting developments in Magiqal technology, as well as assisting in the advancement of Basecamp 33’s cyber assets, and our online presence.
We – yes, I didn’t mention I’m Flinterforge? Well, you can tell what Guild each staff member belongs to, as many of them wear a Guild Pin on their lapel. This is an all-volunteer staff, doing what they love. We’re all quite proud to represent our Guild in this facility. It does cause, at times, some… er-tension.
There are Polyguilds aplenty, as well. They have a very, very special place in the lab, tying together various projects and bringing some truly fascinating skills to the table.
Well. I think you’re ready for the official tour. Let’s dive right in, shall we? I–STEVEN.
Excuse me. I do apologize. I just have to attend to a small issue in the ahem Balimoran sector.
You can show yourself around, can’t you?
Welcome to Flintmoramaw
Balithorge
Thorntermore
Oh-drat
Welcome to the laboratory, Mountaineers.
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Hello, Mountaineers! I’m not strictly a lab staff member, but I just wanted to fill you in since your guide got a little distracted.
This thread is a place for you to post your art and written works about what research the Mountaineers are conducting in the joint Flinterforge-Balimoran-Thornmouth R&D lab. It’s a totally open floor, where the world is as big as your imagination. That’s how Magiq works, you know.
I am super looking forward to seeing what you guys do during your time here! I’ll be in and out, as I’m often out gathering research material for the Thornmouths who don’t really like adventures.
Have fun!!
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Oh, I have one for this. I came up with this a while ago but didn’t have anywhere to put it. Thanks, and great idea @Deyavi!
“Ladies and Gentlement! Acoyltes and Adepts! Welcome to the Balimora testing stadium! We’ve got a wonderful achievement to show off, and we’re glad you could all be here to witness it!”
“In these serious times with the storm approaching we need all need to do our best to ensure our safety. To that end we realized it might be necessary to seek out, hunt down and ‘tie up’ those who might seek to do harm. We took inspiration from our recent adventures and decided to bring a bit of the world beyond the veil here through our Bestial Arts. We’ve created two creatures we’re happy to show you all.”
“You see the dummy hanging from the rafters over there? That’s our volunteer. If this works, then that dummy will be caught and rendered harmless, hopefully nonviolently – but that’s why we’re using the dummy at this stage. One day we’ll move on to live trials, but for now turn your attention to the sky and prepare to be amazed! Without further delay, House Balimora is very proud to present what we hope is it’s greatest achivement of the modern age. Please do not be alarmed or be afraid. RELEASE THE TIGRANTULAS!!!”
In a part of the stadium previously shrouded in shadows a large iron portcullis raises into the ceiling straining on massive chains. From the darkness a form leaps into the arena. Part feline, part arachnid, it’s powerful legs lands in the light. Multifacetted eyes scan the arena and then it sits back on it’s haunches and begins spinning something,
“Ah yes, it’s preparing something. Possibly a net? A lasso? It’s…it’s a ball of silk. And now it’s batting it around chasing it. This…this is… odd. And weren’t there two of them?”
Also, it becomes apparent their size is not a trick of perspective. It seems to be a about as small as an average size rabbit.
Looking back through the iron gate, the other Tigrantula can be seen, sleeping. Upon trying to wake it it looks and stares and Robert with a mix of ‘go away’, indifference, and ‘please go die in a fire’ that only a cat can give.
“Alright. We seem to have some technical difficulties everyone. Thank you for coming. We’ll meet here again…once we get this sorted out.”
Somewhat defeated, Robert walks out of the stadium, down a corridor, two flights of stairs and another hallway to a massive door labelled “Balimora Bestial Arts R&D”.
Heading inside, the workshops are a buzz of activity. A team of researches pour over old manuscripts. Three acolytes seem to be trying to train a pair of small dogs in basic magiq tricks. A large tank sits off to the far right where a Balimoran has their head submerged attempted to talk to the dolphins inside. By the door, a watermelon sits in a vice…no one has ever explained why.
Thump A loud dull noise is heard the back of the labs, but no one seems to pay attention to it so Robert doesn’t worry about it. Walking up reception desk, he’s greeted with a big smile by the receptionist/librarian. “Good Magiqal afternoon! How can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m wondering who’s been working on the Tigrantula project?”
“Oh let me look that up, one moment.” Thud
“please don’t say Steve. please don’t say Steve.”
“Looks like that’s Steve.”
“fffffuuuuuu…okay then. Thank you. Is he still in the back?”
“Last I checked. He likes to move his desk around the lab.”
Heading toward the labs near the back the thudding noise seems to get a bit louder, but it’s hard to tell. Arriving at Steve’s desk he’s tinkering with an alarm clock, a fish tank, and what appears to be a pet rock. Behind him there’s a large sheet obscuring half the lab.
“I’m here to talk about the Tigrantulas, Steve.”
“Oh yes, aren’t they darling?!”
“I suppose. Can you help me understand what I just saw?”
“Love to.”
“Wonderful. Now the intent was to merge the essences of a tiger and a giant spider into a single form, yes?”
“Yes.”
“And did we?” thud
“Mostly”
“Mostly…good we’re getting somewhere. Did we actually use a tiger?”
“Of course not! They’re endangered! “
“You know, that’s a valid point I have to give you. So you used something else?”
“Yes”
“A leopard?”
“Also endangered.”
“A panther”
“No”
“A Lion?”
“Yes” thud
“Really?”
“Well no. We wanted to but no one volunteered to go get one. We sent a couple animal control board officers for one last week. Haven’t heard back from them yet.”
“Okay. A lynx?”
“Too silly looking” thud
“A jaguar?”
“Couldn’t catch one.”
“An ocelot?”
“No one knows what those are.”
“Alright. I’m going to ask you what we used for our mighty hunter seeker creations and the next words out of your mouth better not be ‘we used housecats’”.
“We used housecats.”
“Dammit Steve! This is why no one takes us seriously!”
“It’s great isn’t it?
“No. No it’s not. We were trying to create two fierce guardians to track down and catch our foes and you gave us…those.”
“Snowball and Mister Mittens”
“I’m sorry”
“Their names. Snowball and Mister Mittens.”
“Why on earth would you call them Snowball and Mister Mittens?”
“Well you see one of them has these cute little white paws.”
“Yes! Yes I see!” Thud “And will you please tell me what that damn thudding noise is?!”
“Oh that! That’s our next achivement!” thud
“What is it? No wait, I don’t want to know.”
“Too late! Those are the eleraffes we’ve been working on.” thud
“Ele…raffes. Oh dear creator no.”
“Yes. They’re almost perfect. We just have an issue with a a head that large being on a neck that long” thud “Just a bit top heavy you understand. Do you want to see them?”
“NO! …I mean, No thank you. I must be going. I’m just going to leave. And once I get out I’m going to ask security to swing by and brick up the door to these labs so no one can ever leave. Please don’t take that personally, Steve.”
“Never do.”
sighing, Robert returns to the guild halls a little wiser…a little sadder…and decides it’s a prefect time to go back to bed.
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Okay guys, to get the labs up and running, I’ve set up a collaborative folder that will be filled with resources to help everyone format their proposals and reports. Each branch (Balimora, Thornmouth, Flinterforge) has its own formatting, so try not to get too confused
.The link to view is here.
Note: As of right now, formats are not complete. Bear with me, Steve keeps replacing my work with photos of Mister Mittens.
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A good-looking, early middle age man smartly dressed in a crisp white dress shirt, navy slacks and seersucker tie pauses while walking down the street past the unmarked Research Lab. Looking up and down the street, he walks up and raps on the front door. After waiting a perfectly respectable amount of time with no answer at the door, he walks a little ways down the sidewalk and tries to peer in the window. The reflective surface of the one-way glass only shows him his own look of mild consternation.
He shrugs and heads northwest through the city streets, back up to the Gosspital to start his workday.
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Inside the lab, chaos continue. An increasingly worried Balimoran mountaineer saw the man peering through the window and watched him leave
“Ahh ffs!”
She managed to free one arm from the large writhing plant that had by now filled the room, and wrapped itself around almost every other part of her body. “There, there. Calm down you big monster, you” she said in the calmest voice she could manage while stroking the bit of the Triffid that she could reach.
Out of the corner of her eye she suddenly saw Snowball stalking up one of the plants huge tentacles, and getting ready to pounce at one of the smaller flowers as it shook and trembled.
It was going to be a long day.
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A petite Thornmouth uncurls herself from where she was studying under a table. Fed up with the chaos, she grabbed the nearest tigrantula by the scruff of the neck, and started calling out for someone to find a cage for “the thing”.
Alas, the Balimorans were all preoccupied with thier own disasters, and after a few minutes of awkwardly carrying the bizarre cat, she gave up and resumed reading under the table, with the tigrantula falling asleep on her lap.
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Sorry to interrupt this beauty, but the formats are up, such as they are. Any branch representatives that have ideas for revisions or additions (Steve not included) can PM me with ’em.
Again, link is here.
EDIT: Sorry for the link mix-up. I’m definitely blaming it on Steve. It should be good now though.
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As smoke billowed out of the Balimoran research wing, a researcher moved out of the door. Hair frazzled and lightly smoking, the researcher took stock of himself, patting out the sparks on his lab coat.
Looking around, the researcher looked in his pockets frantically making sure the tiny (idk, are there dragons or fairies in TMP? I feel like tigerantulas are used alot.) was still alive. Seeing it move, the unnamed researcher pulled out his journal and wrote down the notes for this experiment.
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We have definitely heard fae being mentioned in Sullivan’s notes and from kingrabbit. Dragons no real mention…but there’s no reason against them.
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Yay!
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A young boy walked into the lab, a nervous smile on his lips. He wore a crown of sirens lace and a large pink scarf, a Gossmere, for sure a Gossmere. Seeing the chaos before him he dropped the bag of Chinese food on a nearby table a disappeared back out the front door, nothing but the hinges squeak marked his exit.
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The Flitnerforge Sector of the Development Labs remained remarkably quite. Perhaps there was some forge-themed holiday that the other guilds didn’t know about. Maybe all the researchers and employees were playing board games in the break room again. Either way, it’s halls would once more be filled…eventually. But for now all that remained was the productive sounds of silence.
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A sudden rumble echoes throughout the building. If you were to follow the sound to the source, you would see a massive storm of paper, pencils, and Thornmouths all trying to get away. At the center of the storm is a huge shiny machine. It has a lot of pipes, valve and looks like that time when Steve tried to fix the sink. Looking out of place, a small coffee cup is in the middle. A status gauge nearby says
Brewing: 03%...-
Unknown to the Thornmouths, the Balimoran’s were hiding behind a set of doors disguised as part of the wall. Waiting for there moment to strike for the wonderful liquid being brewed by the machine.
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And in normal circumstances, no one would have noticed the snapping sound from the top floor.
Maybe it was a mistake to use industrial elastic bands to hold magnetic constellations in relative positions on the work room room ceiling…
Someone pass me the roll of tape please.
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The tape director is out sick today. He has the keys to the tape vault. He’s been taking them home since the last Steve incident. Though he should have started taking them home 6 incidents ago.
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Might I suggest using Tigrantula thread to fix it until the tape whoever gets back? There’s definitely no shortage of this stuff.
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Proposal Number: 0002-B
Researcher: Kingsington
Proposal: Brothers and sisters! Look at the injustice around you! For far too long, our poor potted plants have been consigned to their terracotta-or-ceramic-or-other-pot-material domains! We… I mean, I propose to attempt to create plants that can walk around and enjoy life to the fullest.
Application: It’s really just cruel how we’ve been forcing them to stand in one place, day in and day out. Some of them probably want to party! Or something. I don’t know if they really need to walk around, but come on, how cool is that? We could invite the Flints and Thornies over to our part of the lab and be like “yeah it’s pretty boring here but OH WAIT IS THAT A WALKING PLANT!? Holy cow, that’s pretty awesome how we totally made that! How many walking plants do you have over at your section? Zero, right? So we’re better!” I mean, that’s just one of the possible exchanges that could occur as a result of these things. They’d be a real conversation starter.
Potential impact: If we seriously created plants capable of locomotion, I would be impacted by having a new leafy friend. I’m not seeing any downsides here.
Method: Not really sure how we’re going to do it. I’m assuming we’d start with a regular plant and then try to meld it somehow with a living thing. I’m thinking macaque because those little guys have a history with lab settings. Inevitably failing that, we could try to use this Uproot magiq that I’ve been reading about to turn my bamboo into an Ent or something. I mean, that sounds so BA it has to work, right?
Additional: If we turn my bamboo into an Ent its name is going to be Shootman.
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I cannot give this analysis enough credit. It’s beautiful.
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Maybe you could expand off of this? Old research notes from someone.
Experiment Number: 0137
Researcher: Greg the Unknown (still)
Proposal: Many of us researchers here in the MRDL (Magimystical Research and Development Lab) and others within the guilds have need of a helper of sorts. The proposal here is to create a method to allow certain types of plants the ability of locomotion and minor intelligence.
Experiment results- 1: A tree sapling from an American Red Maple, Acer rubrum, was given the ability to walk along with intelligence the level of a fairy. The experiment pulled itself out of its pot, walked forward and blew up in Assistant Wilson’s face.
Results- 1/A: Another sapling from before used tree was used, but the soil mixture that it was grown in was changed to one with less magnesium and phosphate elements present. As before, the sapling pulled itself out of its pot and walked around. This time we were able to observe said sapling as it moved. The sapling didn’t appear to have any observable areas that would be used for sensory purposes, ie. ears, noses, mouth, other than the fingers that were part of its long thin hands. Subject used what appeared to be legs that were made up of roots twisted together to move around. After a 24 hour period, in which subject ate soil and drank water through its roots. We could actually observe the soil and water disappear from the bowls. Subject then detonated in Assistant William’s face.
Results- 1/B: As before, the soil was changed to one with more “friendly” purposes, as said by Gossmere researchers. This time a sapling was used from a Siberian Spruce, Picea obovata, was used. All observations were as before, though this subject drank large amounts of vodka from my secret stash. I waited for a period of 74 hours before bringing in Assistant Williams. As soon as Williams went to introduce his self to the subject, it detonated, creating a sizeable explosion.
Results- 1/C: This time both saplings, Siberian spruce and American Red maple, were used with the “friendly” mixture. Assistant Williams was removed from the environment, and other assistants and researchers were allowed to interact. Nothing was observed from these reactions until Researcher Samson was introduced. Samson is a very heavy smoker and when nearing the subjects, they backed away and puffed up in a preemptive detention look.After removing Samson from the room, I inspected Assistant Williams room and person to find a pack of cigars and much more in his desk.
Conclusion: Addictives found in the cigars and cigarettes cause a bad reaction with the subjects. Remove any such from the area.
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Good find, 5.
This “Greg the Unknown” is an interesting character. He seems to disregard the standard lab formats, which is probably the reason that these notes were lost in the first place. If he’s still working in the labs, I want him reprimanded and fired. Or just give him Steve as an assistant for a week.
Still, it’s good to know that it’s possible. Regretful that he didn’t record how it was done, but I guess figuring it out will be part of the fun for us. Good to know they probably won’t like smoking, too. The vodka drinking was a bit odd. A plant drinking alcohol would be like humans drinking lactic acid, but perhaps it was just a side effect of whatever technique they used to mobilize it. I refuse to believe that it was because the tree was Russian. I have to hope that at least our flora can be above stereotypes.
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The tree is Siberian, so no stereotyping for the plants. And Greg was, thankfully, reprimanded when he lost of all of his research, like instant delicious drinks and forever warm mittens, when he got drunk and burnt down his lab.
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After a quick google fact-check to make sure I wasn’t thinking of the wrong place, I have determined that Siberia is in fact a part of Russia. It is a grave tiding, but I have hopes that our trees are better than this.
As for Greg, I’m glad to hear something was done about him. Someone should also have told him to stop making up ridiculous nicknames for himself, too. We already have Chordie.
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As a later note that has been found, the reasoning behind the Siberian drinking vodka is because Assistant Williams watered the sapling with vodka instead of water. I’m hoping Williams has been reprimanded.
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I think the experience of multiple violent detonations at point-blank range is punishment enough.
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Please remind Williams that our explosive powered rocket projects were shelved for a reason and to stop trying to bring them back in any shape or form. We still don’t know how deep that hole is.
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Supplementary proposal:
I have no doubt at all that the Ballimoran ideas will succeed. Good luck and well played, in light to the inevitability of walking Flora, I would like to propose containment and observation facilities for them.
Flinterforge would be happy to suggest the development of oxygen sensing remote cameras to track the begonias, should the need arise.
(hides the whirring noise coming from her jacket pocket)
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Proposal Number: 0001-G/T
Researcher: Augustus Gaius Octavius
Proposal: Seek out an experimental cure for a therefore yet un-described magimystical affliction
Application: Patient E.M., a 27 year old, right-handed man (born under the Tropical Zodiac constellation Gemini) initially presented to the Gossmere healers with the following Chief Complaint: all lawn equipment he interacts with fails after precisely 13 minutes of handling. Believing, correctly, this to be a magimystical jinx, hex or other variety of minor curse, he first sought out magiqal methods of healing/curse-breaking but to no avail. He was referred via inter-Guild missive to the enlightened minds of Thornmouth. Gossmere healer Augustus accompanied E.M. to the Lab for testing/treatment trials.
Potential impact: Describe an entirely new class of magiqal affliction and summate curative or palliative options for said affliction.
Methods:
Day 1: E.M. presented to the lab with a manilla envelope full of records, CT scan reports, MRI image discs, and discharge summaries. These were burned in a decorative bronze brazier to see if the color of the flames would help discern the nature of his jinx. It did not. New copies were requested from the referring centers for review (no one had thought to do so prior to the burning spell).
Day 4: A diagnostic/therapeutic trial of acupuncture was carried out, but the “needles” borrowed from Flinterforge apparently exceeded E.M.’s tolerance to pain, causing him to faint. Declared a failed trial.
Day 6: E.M. was bathed for 3.5 hours in a solution of magimystically-charged Epsom salt to cleanse his aura. He developed pruney pink fingers and toes. No other effects were observed. His aura was unchanged when viewed through Fresnel and polarized lenses.
Day 13: Despite E.M.’s claims that he was fully cured, 13 minutes of exposure to a leaf blower caused said leaf blower to explode violently, where it would simply have sputtered out prior to experimental treatments. Further experimental treatments deemed necessary by Thornmouth research team.
Day 26: A significant breakthrough occurred – Thornmouth researchers discovered that, being a “nice guy,” Augustus would fetch them lunch 1-2 times per week from the establishment of their choice, so long as they gave him cash to pay with. No progress yet made on E.M.’s case, but plenty of reading being done on hexes (and lawn equipment).
Day 30: Specifically timed applications of herbal unguents and mineral-based medicaments seem to suppress E.M.’s jinx for 26 minutes (rather than 13) before rebounding, causing a hedge trimmer chain to fly off and get lodged permanently in the lab roof. Although no one is specifically wounded, note is made that Balimoran and Flinterforge researchers now avoid the wing of the lab where E.M.’s treatments are being administered.
Day 32: Noting his severe homesickness, Augustus supplied E.M. with a kitchen egg timer and advised him to take frequent breaks when performing lawn-care tasks. No further experiments are conducted, but discharge exam reveals E.M. now always smells faintly of ozone, regardless of prevailing weather conditions.
Additional: The Gossmerim decide, based on Augustus’ report of E.M.’s case, to only correspond with Thornmouth colleagues via letters where rare afflictions and diseases are concerned.
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Very well written, Augustus. While it is regrettable that there was no real cure for this malady, all parties did considerably well under the circumstances.
As an aside, you did particularly well. While you were helping the Thornmouths, they ate better than they had in months. There have already been requests to have you moved to their sector as an assistant full time. I won’t approve it for fear of them becoming as fully dependent on you as they already are on coffee, but I hope it warms your heart to know.
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Researchers: @Sellalellen & @Viviane
Proposal: We want to create a device which allows physical objects to be sent over the Internet as one would send an email, appearing almost instantaneously, and in the same condition as it was sent.
Details: this device, nicknamed The Internet Cauldron, should be able to transport non-living materials safely. As much as the Balimorans would enjoy it, I doubt sending a real person or Tigrantula via the Internet will yeild positive results. As it stands, my personal goal is to send a hot cup of tea from one module to the other without losing flavor or temperature.
During my research, I found many anecdotes which suggest such a device could be possible. So far, I believe Charlie and the Chocolate Factory has the most simmilar device to the one we are attempting as Mr. Wonka sends a bar of chocolate from a machine to a television set. I’m still looking into whether or not this method has real Technomagiqal potential.
Results: Viviane has been locked up in a remote corner of the labs for some time now. Occasionally she sends a stack of notes my way, but the results don’t seem hopeful. This latest prototype emitted a horrible smell before collapsing in on itself with a strange squelching noise.
Followup: As soon as we can get the lab aired out, I will return to my research. For now, the fumes are making it hard to breathe and we are temporarily evacuating that sector of the lab. More updates to follow.
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Would this be the place to direct inquiries concerning encountering magical anomalies? I’ve been having a particular bit of trouble regarding encounters with necromancers… Does the lab have any particular resources that could help with that? My Therapeutics affinity has been sufficient in putting the dead back to rest thus far and my Choreomancy has saved my hide on many occasions but these acolytes of the dark are becoming more… difficult. I think what may prove to be the easiest solution is any runes or crystals refined to specifically counteract their magics; is anyone in the lab particualrly skilled in artifice? I’d be willing to retrieve and or pay for any necessary materials not already available.
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Hi, Torli! I just emerged from the lab to retrieve some drinkable tea; glad I caught you! That certainly doesn’t sound like a pleasant situation. Can you describe more specifically what sort of issues you’ve been encountering with the undead? The R&D lab would be happy to help, I’m sure, but we’ll need as many details as you are willing to give (although keep them safe for public consumption, of course). Feel free to submit a request form here describing the nature of the problem, what sort of goal you’d like to achieve, etc. Although, do be warned that our projects here have a tendency to go a bit…sideways, sometimes.
Sorry, I have to get back to these Internet cauldrons! And feel free to pass on any questions or concerns.
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Noted, I’ll have a formal request to the lab this evening!
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Have you talked to Grim? If you can get him on the project, he might be able to draw up a charm or sigil for you.
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Submittal Request: Obsidian Ring with a Green Amethyst Inlay
Reason: Over the past few months my adventures for the Gossmere have taking me to fascinating places but I kept facing a singular notable problem. Necromancers and conjuring of the undead. I have been able to return nearly every soul to rest through manipulation of Zoe, a spiritual energy. It is a technique learned by Adepts of Therapeutics, however, it can have “creep” effect as one is inherently tied to the Soul of their patient, I’ve had to meditate often to purge this effect from me. A ring with a channeling crystal would be of utmost help in dissipating any future corruption more efficiently, and I may be able to diffuse the taints as I heal the undead and return them to rest.
Bill of Materials: Obsidian Ingot, Green Amethyst Ingot
Band: Refined Obsidian
Feature piece: Green Amethyst
Magical Inscriptions: The Bronze Snake
Incantation Inscriptions: Liberi Mortis Sola Gratia (Freedom from Death by Grace alone.)
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Im sure Flinter could help forge such a ring?
And the incantation can be laid upon it by a few Gossmere?
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May I ask what kind of Choreomancy you have been using? I often use string instruments and Id be happy to write up some protective songs for you if thats what you need.
As for keeping the dead… well dead. Id try and use a ward of some kind? A communion ward could probably keep them held for a long period of time.
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My skills in choreomancy are… unconventional. I’m closer to the subset who apply it to dance, having articulate control over their bodies, but I myself extend the practice in to Martial Arts. My reflexes have kept me from being done in on more than one occasion. I’m seeking help as putting the dead to rest via Therapeutics specifically the manipulation of Zoe, a form of spiritual energy, has been very taxing on my spirit. The necromancers are rather cruel in what they do to these souls.
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What you are using sounds like a mix of Choreomancy and Combat Magiq! Fascinating! I look forward to seeing your full report!!
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Capuera choreomancy?
Cool!
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Don’t mess with us Goss
We have killer dance moves
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Researcher: Victorian “Vic” Florist
Project: Fixing the damn coffee maker.
Process: The coffee maker was unplugged and dismantled so the inner workings could be addressed. All parts were cleaned and returned to their proper places. Enchantments were reset and Coffee maker began working again.
Product: Coffee. I made coffee with the coffee maker that, for some strange reason, only I can fix.
Applications: You damn nerds, yes I am talking to you fellow Thorns, have your coffee maker again. It’s life giving sustenance is now accessible again.
Addendum: I despise whoever enchanted the damn coffee maker to only respond when I fix it. I’m a Thornie for Neitheror’s sake! I should be spending my time researching the new magiqal plants Weatherwatchers bring back but noooOoOO. I have to fix the coffee maker every few hours. Just buy a new one already, or get the Flints to build one! I’m tired of spending my time dismantling and rebuilding that coffee maker. Any more of this and I’ll turn into a Flintermaw! I don’t even drink coffee. I drink TEA. I don’t even need the coffee maker but nothing would get done if I didn’t fix it. Even if you guys won’t buy or build a new one, can I at least get some appreciation for what I do? I was so disappointed when I got my secret Santa present last year, who gets a coffee mug for a tea drinker. I KNOW IT WAS YOU DONNA, CONFESS.
Addendum-2: I am fully aware I used the wrong form. Stop reminding me or I won’t fix the coffee maker next time. I will do it! No skin off my back! I drink Tea!
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Research entry 1349:
Researcher present at time: Magiologist Bob Standfield
Experiment attempted: To create a pocket world. Creator of said world would have the ability to shape what is inside of it only once.
Results: Amazing: Pocket worlds are easily enough create once you can create a key. Creating keys are the hard part.
To create a key, you must make it out of something you love. So a strand of hair from a loved one, a sliver of metal from a trophy, a corner of a favorite book, etc. Keys are part of your being. You cannot lose them, for they will always return to you; either in a pocket or a location near you, like a table.
Once you have the item, you place it into a mold of your selected key. The most common molds are those of skeleton and house keys, though a key “to the city” had been used.
From there the process is simple, simply make the key like you would normally. The completed prize should have that ability to create a pocket world, if the item put in was part of the owner’s most beloved.
Addition: Keys to pocket world are only allowed to be created with 4 guild leaders approval and the help of willing Balimoran metallurgists.
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You didn’t hear this from me, but I think the Balimorans have been using the coffee machine to brew potions of some kind. I wouldn’t drink the coffee if I were you. Thank goodness I’m also a tea drinker.
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Using what? Not that I want to get involved or anything…
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Wait. Coffee isn’t a magiq potion?
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See, there’s mundane coffee and then there’s Magiq coffee. Only one of them really gets the job done.
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Researchers: @Sellalellen & @Viviane
Project: The first prototype “Internet Cauldron,” as Sel mentioned above. http://forum.ackerlygreen.com/t/magimystical-research-and-development-lab/1064/32?u=viviane
Process: Designed and tested several prototype Internet cauldrons for their capabilities in physica
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