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vaahlkult · 3 months
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Purrlin the Great 🧙‍♂️🐈 // Original Art
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illustratus · 1 year
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Der Hexenmeister (The Sorcerer) by Carl Spitzweg
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palaeosinensis · 9 months
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Reasons I may be a witch: Multiple familiars Dogs, cats, and chickens in my household do my bidding
Many many spider roommates because they don't bother me so I don't bother them
Carefully selected ritual marks conjure images from nothing
The images can compel people
Am smol and therefore may be made of wood
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oh-dear-so-queer · 1 year
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'He's often away from home. And look at the outlandish folk that visit him: dwarves coming at night, and that old wandering conjuror, Gandalf, and all. You can say what you like, Gaffer, but Bag End's a queer place, and its folk are queerer.'
"The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring" - J.R.R. Tolkien
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neneru-nowhere · 1 year
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The Black Shroud
This place is beautiful. Trees as wide-around as buildings, taller than many towers even in Ul’Dah. A deep, rich green light filters through their canopies blocking almost all pure sunlight. All about you can hear the sounds of birds, beastkin, monsters. There are small settlements scattered throughout, surviving in the scars of the Garlean invasion and the Calamity. Felled trees, revealing patches of unnaturally bright sunlight in the forest’s dim landscape. Places where rusting hulks of airships serve as silent tombs for their crews. A ruptured and broken landscape where the ground can crumble beneath your feet at any moment. It’s a microcosm of the natural world itself, paradoxically beautiful and cruel. But unlike the cruelty of nature, which harbors no ill will, but simply *is*, there is an intelligence to the inhumanity I’ve witnessed. The Elementals. Yesterday I left Gridania via ferry. Quickly, I became lost. I suppose if I’d stayed on the road I could have reached the next stop of my journey quickly, but what’s the fun in that? I felt something, as if the aether itself were speaking to me, luring me off the beaten path. After some hours travel I was rewarded with sight of a flock (herd? Murder?) of elemental sprites. Bright, wind-aspected aether given form and dancing beneath the hanging branches of a tree. I stopped and took my time to sketch what I saw. Wind feeds the fire, and perhaps wind magic could help feed fire magic. I found myself paying special attention to the flows the aether made, the shapes it took.  Brush strokes in emerald, writ upon the fabric of our world. After awhile I began to notice that they took an almost angelic shape, wings beating for flight, wings to cover the eyes, wings to guard their feet, like something out of Dalmascan theology.
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I arrived in Quarrymill well after dark, receiving a scolding from the Wood Wailers that attended the gates. This is a practical town. I can see that it’s grown in recent years, with a fluctuating population of adventurers. Nearby someone discovered ruins, presumably of old Gelmorra in nature. A vast complex beneath the earth, filled with horrors and treasure in equal quantity. I may come back to explore them further someday, but in the meantime I have an appointment to keep in Ishgard to the North. I stayed overnight and talked with some of the locals. I was surprised to learn of a small community of Ala Mhigan refugees living there. I was friends with many of the same growing up. We were refugees ourselves in Ul’Dah and there’s a comraderie in being life’s whipping-child. The seats of power will always abuse the least of us, never realizing they are one very bad day away from joining our ranks. It seems the Elementals of the Shroud have as much in common with the great lords and rich of Thanalan. Among the Ala Mhigans I met there was an ailing man named Gallien. His companion Meffrid was trying everything he could to get the assistance of a conjuror. But the Elementals deemed that saving him was not advantageous to the forest, or some bollocks. So he was being allowed to die.
I cannot help but wonder why the Elementals would decide someone as stained as me was worth saving, but this innocent man should be consumed.
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This morning I tried to render aid. I’m once again bitterly reminded of how the conjurors rebuffed my desire to learn healing to help my brothers. Still, there was an old folk remedy Meffrid wanted to try. We went hunting and quickly found what he needed, only to discover that Gallien was gone!
The fool went off to die in the forest alone. Meffrid wanted to strangle his brother were we not trying to save him, and I can’t say I wasn’t inclined to do the same. I find myself again wondering why I fled the Burning Wall, dying. Was I trying to do the same? Could I have stood up to our master and organized the brothers to bring him down? Or did I just want to limp off and die without being a bother to any of my erstwhile friends and family?
In the end we were able to bring Gallien home and get him treated. The old folk medicine worked! I’ve written down the recipe and added it to the growing list of things I want to study. I was too consumed with my studies at the Ossuary to take up Alchemy, though I always wanted to. Perhaps the answers I’m seeking lie there?
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This afternoon I stumbled on a sinkhole. From here on the lip I can see structures--pillars, walls, collapsed doors! I’ve set camp by its side so I can take notes and inspect it for the evening before moving on. -- Neneru
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elhoimleafar · 2 years
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A Witch Book Stack! #witchbooks #magicbook
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folkorae · 3 months
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❧ ⸻ muse roulette starter for @conjuror / Captain Flint & Captain Fortune !
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“ Now now, look who the sea brought~ ” She hums ; the tone of voice perhaps a little mocking but her expression also reveals such surprise at the presence of the other captain. Her eyes are also calculating and careful as she wonders what he is doing here — but Sarah Fortune knows how to deal with her visitors very well. “ To what do I owe the honor of a living legend in my city ? ”
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stevielore · 1 year
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shadowpuffs · 1 year
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Conjuror. October 2016. Ink and watercolor with gold foil and acrylic jewels on paper.
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lilliths-httyd-blog · 4 months
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why he walk like that
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midnightrealness · 1 month
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I wonder what happened right after Cordelia's sorceress ball incident
I wonder if Cedric ran away, or if his parents ushered him away from the crowd
Did Cedric even notice part of his hair turned white from the spell, or did he only find out much later
Maybe he went to sleep early that night, feeling guilty and confused and not understanding why that happened
Maybe he even reassured himself, telling himself that he would apologize to Cordelia in the morning, and maybe he planned what he would do to make it up to her
Maybe he told himself that it was not the end of the world, that it was his sister and surely she would understand, surely she would believe him
And maybe he even thought about how people would let it go eventually and things would go back to normal
And then he waited weeks, months, years for things to turn back to normal
And maybe he was fine with Cordelia not believing him, if it meant she forgave him, or if she never forgave him, if it meant she believed in him
I wonder if he tried to help finding a counter spell, and if he wasn't allowed to, if he tried it on his own anyways
I wonder if Cordelia's resentment towards him started there, or if it took years to develop
I wonder if she believed in Cedric at first, that it wasn't his fault, and then changed her mind later, or if she always thought he ruined her special day
I wonder if she felt betrayed by him
I wonder if they ever got to hang out again as siblings throughout the years, or if it took Calista to be born so that they could be in peaceful terms again (to an extent)
I wonder if Cordelia looks at Cedric now and thinks about how much time they've lost
And I wonder how she feels, knowing he so easily forgave her for years of persecution and humiliation, and knowing that she could've also forgave him just as easily for something that was nothing more than an accident, and also her own fault.
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cosmodo · 10 months
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Did I miss something or was it never explained why Cedric became the royal sorcerer and not Cordelia?
Cordelia is Cedric's older sister. If the royal sorcerer lineage runs anything like that of the royal family, why was Cedric--the younger sibling--made the royal sorcerer of Enchancia and not Cordelia?
On top of that, even if it does go that the boys are the next in line, Cedric was still known for being a "bungler", so why wasn't something done to prevent him from becoming part of the royal staff?
Cedric is literally the best, but Cordelia--with the knowledge the kingdom had before 'Through the Looking-Back Glass'--would have been a much better candidate for being the royal sorcerer.
Please tell me if I missed something, I honestly may have. I'm just really curious if it was ever explained.
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moonypears-blog · 8 days
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I feel like Cordelia is the kind of person to bring store bought cupcakes and claim they're her own and then get angry when asked where she got them from.
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sr-stories · 11 days
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"Believe it, Sofia."
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slack-wise · 4 months
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Kellar
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More Arboren, done with heavy black inks for practise.
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