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MechisX t1_je87lre wrote

Reply to comment by joalheagney in [WP] You are a budget mage. While most of your colleagues use costly ingredients, rituals that take weeks to prepare and use a new spell for every problem, you only know a few spells, use common household ingredients and prepare rituals within minutes. They unjustly deride your work as shoddy. by Kitty_Fuchs

The merger of science and magic.

Both the most amazing and terrifying thing ever.

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CrackedCoffecup t1_je8751v wrote

Reply to comment by joalheagney in [WP] You are a budget mage. While most of your colleagues use costly ingredients, rituals that take weeks to prepare and use a new spell for every problem, you only know a few spells, use common household ingredients and prepare rituals within minutes. They unjustly deride your work as shoddy. by Kitty_Fuchs

LOVE it....!!

And I guess this explains why the LAST half-ass wizard I hired (who fashioned himself a burgeoning mathematician), couldn't get the job done : (He couldn't do FOCAULT ...) 🤭

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MangoTekNo t1_je86ouk wrote

Reply to comment by joalheagney in [WP] You are a budget mage. While most of your colleagues use costly ingredients, rituals that take weeks to prepare and use a new spell for every problem, you only know a few spells, use common household ingredients and prepare rituals within minutes. They unjustly deride your work as shoddy. by Kitty_Fuchs

Who needs to summon magical power when they can summon a mechanism to handle already existent stored chemical energy?

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Masterpotato002 t1_je867rq wrote

Reply to comment by Vernor15 in [WP] The eldritch god stood before the girl, in almost human form. "Your parents sold you to be my bride. I accepted, knowing that if I didn’t, they will just try another deity, but I will not force this on you. Have this credit card and live as you wish. If you want something else instead, just ask by Rattrap2474

I wanted to add some lore about Eldrich horrors running most big corporations but I forgot

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bsubtilis t1_je85st4 wrote

Reply to comment by PH4N70M_Z0N3 in [WP] You are a budget mage. While most of your colleagues use costly ingredients, rituals that take weeks to prepare and use a new spell for every problem, you only know a few spells, use common household ingredients and prepare rituals within minutes. They unjustly deride your work as shoddy. by Kitty_Fuchs

Fun until the end... William Gilbert, Alessandro Volta, André-Marie Ampère, Michael Faraday, Georg Ohm and so on would make more sense, and even Benjamin Franklin wouldn't have been as horrendously painful.

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-___-_-___-_-_ t1_je84jpn wrote

Reply to comment by SmileVileAudioFiles in [WP] Years ago, your mentor said, "Kid, there's a small secret when it comes to magic. You can literally make shit up and it'll usually work. Makes the guys who actually take it seriously really pissed off." Today, you're one of the least respected, and most powerful, mages in the land. by Prompt_Dude

Illusion magic = make things look real

Delusion magic = make things real

Summoning magic = make things

Conjuration = make

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pieceofmyminds t1_je83zgq wrote

Reply to [WP] You’re a long forgotten god. Today, a solitary teenage girl left a piece of candy at your shrine, & you woke up. Now, you must do everything in your power in order to protect your new High Priestess, the solitary girl, and your new worshippers, her supportive younger brother & her pet axolotl. by Prompt_Dude

The Goddess of Cupcakes, which came into being eons before cupcakes had even been invented, was relegated to urban legend and scoffed at by most historians as a fictitious idol created by humorists in the early twentieth century.

It was then that She, to Her delighted amusement, awoke to find that little girl placing that cupcake at Her stool.

“Here you go.”

“Uh, well… thank you, I suppose.”

“Huh?!”

Sara hadn’t expected that. Not at all.

Sure, Sara had done randomly intensive research online about Her, but then, that was just blogs and records of Her presence from God-knows-how-long ago, and it being miles away from where Sara lived just meant she had to go.

She just wasn’t religious, just curious, so to see this —

But none of that mattered now. She was speaking with a goddess.

“So… you’re actually real? I’m not imagining this?”

“No more than you imagine you were a famous actress.”

“How do you—?!”

“It’s pretty much our thing to read minds.”

“Fair, but that begs the question… can you make me a famous actress?”

“I can try.”

The Goddess raised Her hands, unearthly mist rising from the ground… and nothing happened.

“Did… did it happen? Am I famous?”

The Goddess glared at Her hands. “No, I’m afraid not. It seems I have gotten rusty in the time I was not active in the human realm.”

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Ishouldbeworking01 t1_je83xwb wrote

Reply to [WP] You’re a long forgotten god. Today, a solitary teenage girl left a piece of candy at your shrine, & you woke up. Now, you must do everything in your power in order to protect your new High Priestess, the solitary girl, and your new worshippers, her supportive younger brother & her pet axolotl. by Prompt_Dude

POWER!

Yes sweet Power! after hundreds of years an offering at last.

Let me return to the mortal realm.

I feel my essence being drained, sucked away to my offering alter stone, able to manifest to my priest's.

After an age it will be nice to see the world again, I wonder whom I shall be in service this time. As im able to form into the world again my eyes take in two figures one tall the other still a child.

Ah the tall one, a fierce warrior- their face decorated in war paint, the hair a shocking color, the style of cloths seems a bit heavy on metal studs but I care not at last a new high Priest- wait how strange I was mistaken it is a women, it matters not to me, my new high PRIESTESS.

The other serves her or maybe serves to bother her, he is always asking questions of her, garbing her robes, pointing at things, but as befitting my high priestess she takes it all with Grace.

My form is weak and I feel they cant see me, I seem to be almost transparent, the offering must have been small, I think to my self, I also seem to be smaller then I remember.

I turn and come face to face with a monstrous lizard, its eyes blank of expression but I know murderous intent when I see it, of course my priestess must need me to vanquish this foe and had no time to prepare an offering of the right proportions.

I transmute myself and hope to steal the air from its lungs, but the beast rears up and charges towards the water! ha you will need to come up for air at some point I will wait.

Oh it mocks me, its settles like a rock to the bottom of the water and floats watching me, I'm tethered to what seems like a small stone, that only after some trial and error find its a broken piece of my offering alter, how many years has passed? how much time has passed since my foe sank below the water?

My high Priestess calls out in a tongue I don't know and gestures at the creature, I strain to hear and understand but the meaning eludes me, so I settle in to wait and watch for movement from my adversary.

"Billy I know you are excited to help feed my new pet axolotl but you cant give them gummy fish, looks now its stuck to this rock, you better hope he doesn't eat it"

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Aljhaqu t1_je83qy4 wrote

Reply to [WP] You are a simple skeleton enemy in a fantasy world, when you encounter the hero, instead of killing you he spares you and asks you to join his side on his adventure. by Interesting_Snow_596

Alos...

The sound echoes in my empty skull. For si am a reanimated skeleton. Just a pile of bones given free movement in exchange of my service.

Alos...

The sound again bounces in the bone walls of my head. Something calls me. Or is it someone else...

Alos...

The sound is strong... But so is the clanging of my rusted blade against his sword. The battle dance between two fighters.

Alos...

I am disarmed, both my arm and weapon fall to my side. I am at his mercy... And I await for the cold to receive me again...

Alos...

What does that name means? How do I know something means something... I am just a skeleton, right?

Alos... Please, come back... Rejoin us...

And something rushes forward. A light... Am I conscious? Am I returned?

And who is the boy that so desperately calls my name?

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Reply to [WP] The magical girl just stares at you, "What did you do?!". You point, "I shot him! He was coming right at me!". by reallygoodbee

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Voyage_of_Roadkill t1_je82t2q wrote

Reply to [WP] Warriors always seem to think having a flaming sword would be awesome. Well as the owner of one let me share some of my horror stories... by Sh4d0w927

It is a time of great drought and famine. People starve, or people do what they must. And this person is part of a group of bandits raiding a small village. The mighty sword of Peleus glows stately orange as its wielder weaves trails sprinting into battle. He wears the armor of the great warrior Peleus' line also, receivers of gifts, Gods favored, Athena Kissed.

His shield is made from the forge-flames of the God Hephaestus. Greaves, breastplate, and shinguards are made from the shed scales of dragons. His helmet is whittled skull of a titan. His sandals have the wings of Icarus on their heels. They flutter and he runs with the speed of the Gods and can fly great distances with a single leap.

Great were the warriors of the family Peleus, though he is not one of that favored lineage, however.

The last of them was the mighty Achilles, who wielded this very same flaming sword. Whose father was bestowed it as a gift by the mother of the Gods herself. The son of a sea nymph and a king was felled easily in battle by an errant arrow and was buried. He and his kin ended their family's long reign fighting for someone else's dowry. His body lay undisturbed under that ancient battlefield for almost a Thousand years. Until our fateless brigand literally fell into the crypt and robbed it blind.

Upon entering the town he spots a target; an old man shielding a young child from the mayhem, he takes aim and leaps. The leap was more than he intended and he misses the duo and lances through the roof of a hut.

The flaming shield and sword of Hepaestra immediately kindles the hatch roof. Baking in the equatorial sun the flames spread quick to the walls and jump to other huts. The maurader doesn't feel the heat, but one of his fellow raiders does as a wall collapses directly on top of him crushing him to death and beginning the slow process of roasting his body to ashes.

Our would-be maurader escapes roasting but finds himself no better off, as outside the quickly destroyed hut, the entire village burns. Villagers run screaming toward whichever direction looks the safest and the marauders stand still disappointingly watching what they came to steal go up in smoke.

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