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Magic Shop: The Ascendant Apothecary
“New lofty location: Same low prices!”
Setup: While exploring a town in the highlands, the players come across a rather obvious crater at the edge of the settlement, obviously unnatural in origin. Asking around, they discover that the damage was caused when the town’s alchemist decided to pack up shop and leave town after one too many of his clients complained of unsatisfactory side effects in his creations. Though most thought him nothing more than a feckless swindler, the Alchemist Jashik Meuller, apparently managed enough magic to rip his shop and its surrounding anchorage free of the earth and have it float up into the mountains. Though the anger that nearly had Meuller chased out of town by a mob has long faded, his neighbors remember him with little fondness, instead spinning tall tales about al the mischief his creations caused.
Adventure Hooks:
Before he was a village apothecary, Meuller spent years as a traveling huckster attempting to use his middling magical power to charm the powerful into giving him patronage. Invariably one of his slapdash spells causes trouble, and the party are hired to seek him out in the hopes of putting right the chaos he inadvertently caused. Following rumors of his antics, the party eventually finds themselves at the edge of the crater left behind by his sudden departure: and the dangerous, chilly mountain they’ll have to climb if they want to finally track the man down.
While traveling in the mountains, the party runs across a young woman gathering herbs and other small ingredients in the foothills. This is Jashik’s daughter Lisbyth, who’s spent the last ten out of her sixteen years following her father about from one scheme to the next. Unbothered by a life of constant change and frequent “misunderstandings”, she’s delighted to have someone new to talk to as she completes her chores. When it looks like a sudden storm may force the party to find shelter for the evening, Lisbyth suggests that they might shelter in her father’s shop and warm themselves by their hearth.
The Strangely coloured clouds that’ve started drifting down from the mountain are getting a very mixed reception: No one minded the spiraling clouds which rained beautiful hues of light, and the glinting ones that drizzled pennies across the trade river was quite an event, but the pokadotted ones that hail needles, or the mottled sort that rain mice are ill received by the populace. These clouds are caused by the oblivious Jashik “evaporating” the remnants of his failed experiments with a newly built machine, and someone needs to go up the mountain and inform him before he starts a truly disastrous period of trial and error.
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Desvendar você marcou o início da nossa narrativa, No entanto, a completa ausência de confiança Escreve velozmente um desfecho Pondo fim ao amor Sem qualquer monólogo.
Angeline Christ.
Almas perdidas nadam em direção ao céu, desprovidas de identidade.
Angeline Christ.
Uncover you marked the beginning of our narrative, However, the complete absence of trust Quickly writing a stage Putting an end to love Without any monologue.
Angeline Christ.
Encontrei-me com Deus hoje. Ela me questionou sobre a razão das minhas lágrimas. Lancei-lhe um olhar preocupado e indaguei se estava ciente de todas as pessoas que estavam partindo. Respondeu: "Ah, sim, mas por que te afliges? Não percebes que a vida é mera poeira comparada aos meus castelos no ar?" Recuei, refletindo sobre qual divindade poderia rir e considerar o mundo como nada mais que ilusões. Quanto mais ponderava, mais reconhecia o valor da vida terrena: alegrias, prazeres, dores, sofrimentos e todas as pequenas grandezas que a vida nos proporciona. Assim, prefiro a terra. Desejo estrelas, vida e amor, em vez de um lugar junto ao seu trono celestial. Ao me afastar, não pude deixar de questionar por que ela se importava tanto com castelos no céu.
Angeline Christ.
Me surpreenderia encontrar alguém que merecesse tudo o que você oferece. Você poderia me dizer que o sol é verde, e eu aceitaria. Nunca mais veria amarelo de novo. E toda vez que eu falar sobre paixão acredito ser provável que sua orelha esquente. Acho que estou muito na sua. Acham exagero tudo o que eu escrevo sobre você; tolos. Eles ainda não viram o que eu apago. Por que sou toda exagerada. Porém eu nunca poderia medir sua grandeza. Mas enquanto longe de ti, posso exercer minhas tentativas. Só para ti componho.
Angeline Christ.
What has been the most interesting are the ways in which the universe yields to you when you declare to yourself and the world that you are an artist and mean it.
When things seem down, you keep creating, when things are good, you keep creating. You do this to show the universe that you are indeed the artist you say you are. After a while, in the most unexpected times, the god momentum which has taken over starts attracting people, resources, ideas 💡, and muses.
You begin to create things you never thought were possible. You find out how strong you are made and how resilient you truly are. You realize though, that that strength, and endless flowing of creative ideas comes from the original declaration. “I AM AN ARTIST” This declaration mixed with consistent creation everyday is where the alchemy flows and where the magic is made. It is what makes the shuffling back and forth from the conscious to subconscious realms possible.
By what mythology do we live by? I believe that Christianity, Shintoism, Taoism, Alchemy, Homeopathy, and Jung are the 6 pillars.
become an alchemist and turn the pain of misogyny into your power 🗡️
alright, we'll take a break from the main deer girl stuff for a second and talk process.
both of these were made for the same project in relief printmaking, a class which I had not taken before, despite my obvious enjoyment of the process, heck, I bet not having the joy beaten out of me early on is what allowed me to like relief in the first place.
but more on the waking nightmare that was this class later.
the smaller cruder image was obviously made first, I thought I could get away with making an image out of three long thirds cut out of one large block. (spoiler alert: I could not) I used CMY colors to allow blending and then forgot to put any actual care into the image itself. this is because I wanted to experiment a little with multi-color processes before committing myself to something fancy that I was terrified I would have to hang in my show.
the larger and proper CMYK (cyan, magenta, yellow, and Key means black because it locks the other three together) image was also a hellscape, but in different ways. I had trouble getting the four 1/2 blocks to align because when I transferred the image from the key block to the others it became mis-aligned. and because I did not realize this would be such a problem I didn't make enough prints to account for the mistakes and the misalignments.
man I'm getting stress flashbacks just sitting here typing about that class. hurrgurblurgh.
anyways, that christmas I gave my back-home friend carte blanche on picking out a print or two as christmas presents and Alex and Sara picked one of my messed up prints of this image which they now hang framed proudly in the entrance to their home. I have begged them to at least hang it (and the physical evidence of the shame and failure that it embodies) in the bathroom but to no avail. they like the messed up bits the best.
Alchemy - Within & Beyond (September 9, 2020)
by ©️ sophia D. S. wright
Digital painting
Composed on iPadPro
Made with Procreate
Original 5050x5050px
Work in progress …
ThIs represents the essence of fin’amor, of a mystical eroticism. A internalized alchemy …
Sublimation (September 20, 2020)
by ©️ sophiE D. S. wright - alias MâOphélie
Digital mixed media
Composed on iPadPro
With Procreate
Original 5050x5050px
Source : https://sophiadswright.carbonmade.com/blog/6874644659658817549
Transmuting of Dinosauria
Bones from Colorado and Alberta, bones from the Valley of the Moon and the Jehol Valley, bones from the Burning Sands and bones from England. Hundreds of thousands of bones, millions of dollars of bones. They were bought from private collections and specialized digs, from museum backrooms and even classic displays, quietly stripped down, prepared for shipping, and disappeared. There was objection, questioning. But still, the bones were collected. Countless species, from the infamous to obscure. Bought, taken, and vanished. The small British Columbian peninsula-island nearly two hundred miles away from even the smallest wilderness cabin was easy to pay for, easier to vanish behind no-fly zones and multi-ton concrete-steel barriers that could’ve withstood multiple rounds from tanks. The buildings were built by the best (and most secretive, most esoteric), in the business. Architects who knew the Seven Angles of Rebirth, the Five Elevations of Time, the Nine Curvatures for Resurrection. Architects who built in glass and stone and obsidian, buildings like gorgeous postmodern monolithic tombs against the vividly alive greenery and crystalline rivers. It was good work, construction rapidly done beneath cobalt storms and glinting gemlike auroras shimmering. And when construction ended, and those in robes arrived: it began. Robes vividly bloody red and ivory pale and midnight dark, cloaked in amber and gold and fossil medallions, voices all manner of haunting as the genetic machines shuddered with their contemplation of the gene and life, sacred runes burning in golden fire within. The bones turned to rich mineralized dust, dancing, blazing, filling artificially grown eggs to the ebb and flow of ritualistic voices, hundreds and hundreds of animals reborn. Dinosaurs. Dinosaur bones, and now, dinosaurs reborn. Magic and science, at one in the alchemic ways never truly abandoned.
As the months passed, and the eggs hatched, those in robes looked on in wizened, benign smiles, triumphant smiles.
Like death back into life, like mercury into gold, extinction too could be transmuted!
Trust in the River
Okay. In this logo we see three alchemy symbols [ignoring the many in the background]. These three are Salt, Mercury, and Sulfur. They make up something in alchemy known as the Tria Prima, which represents the three “states” all matter is in [because back when alchemy was a big thing, people didn’t all know about the periodic elements]. These states and my theories:
Sulfur is the soul and combustible matter [Desolation aligned?] Mercury is the spirit and change/volatility [spiral?] Salt is the body and solid unchanging matter [not combustible nor volatile]
So then I start theorizing on what these animals mean. Unicorns in alchemy are representative of Mercury, but what’s curious is that lions (the green lion) is said to be consuming the sun, which in Jungian theory is meant to represent human consciousness being overwhelmed by desires and something about madness and the Ego? To be quite honest I’m not too well versed in Jung so these are just some of the interpretations I found. The RED lion however is supposed to be some kind of already tamed desires, or a combination of Mercury and Sulfur.
Unicorns = Mercury, Green lion = Human desires
And of course as you can google, non vacillabimus translates to “We will not falter”, and O.I.A.R. stands for Office of Incident Assessment and Response, where Alice and Sam work.
Feel free to correct me on any of this, I’m just autistic and theorizing.
The official cast and logo for The Magnus Protocol, courtesy of the kickstarter update.
A link to the arg site is also available!