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Adepts of the Doxology
By: RGTraynor

S-S-S-S-S-S-SHING!  The front wave of the enemy line was flattened, knocked down as if by Upuaut's own scythe.  S-S-S-S-S-S-SHING!  I stole another glance back, and there was Sana Avennia, staggering forward, shaking her flail at the enemy line.  The bronze links rang, and damn me for a civvie if it wasn't a sweeter sound than temple bells. "Eyes forward, Gwythar," the wizard hissed, wiping the blood from her mouth with her free hand. "We're not done for yet, but neither are they."

The Adepts of the Doxology of San Destinakon (to use the Order's title in full) practice animation, substance alteration and body control magics.  While the Order does not discriminate racially - officially - a preponderance are Fristles and Khibils, both races native to the desert home of the Order.  Further, all mages of the Order carry bronze flails which they use as foci for their magics (and in place of enchanted Staves).  However, the Adepts can and do also use the flails as weapons, and are among the most skilled warriors among wizards.

Their schola is in the far-off western desert land of Mycretia, and most Adepts train there, making wizards of this otherwise useful and well-regarded order more uncommon the farther one gets; along the Talendic coast, Adepts come near to parity with Wizards of Fruningen in numbers, while it is quite rare to find an Adept in Loh, the Southern Reaches or around Valon.  At their schola Adepts are schooled in a demanding and punishing regimen which includes a degree of mysticism and ascetic practices unusual amongst magical orders.  Privation, starvation and mortification are known to be part of the training.  Self-flagellation is a notable part of their religious practices, commonly employed when Adepts believe they have failed or faltered in a task through carelessness, clumsiness or inattention on their own part.  Nothing beyond rumors exists of the god/s they worship or the private rituals they undergo, although it is believed that the “San Destinakon” of the Order’s title refers to the mystic who founded the Order and codified its practices rather than any focus of veneration in her own right.  “Listening to the Wind” is known to be an element of meditation, although what that means is unrevealed.

What is known is that the last stage of the Adept’s training involves the feared Desert of Blood, ringed with cruel mountains, where he must survive naked - with only the bronze flail for a tool - for one month.  There, in a haunted land where the flow of mana is slight, is where Adepts learn to cope with weak or erratic mana flows; this also stands them well in enchanting magical artifacts, something at which the Order excels.  Adepts who survive leave the Desert with a familiar, almost always a winged dragonet slightly smaller than a house cat, believed by observers to be sentient.

SYMBOL: A bronze flail.

GARB: Adepts wear robes in a diamond checkerboard pattern, usually in brownish and black colors: brown, bronze, umber, tan, brass and so on.  It is usual to wear a mantle which covers the shoulders.

CONSONANT SPELL COLLEGES: Animation, Alteration, Body Control, Movement
PROHIBITED SPELL COLLEGES: all Elemental lists



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By: RGTraynor ( Society/ Organizations ) Mystical - World Wide

Here the apprentice takes her first step on the silvery road towards arcane Mastery; here the seeker comes for a cantrip to make life livable or to improve his condition; here the scholar delves into the thaumaturgical lore of the Beginnings; here the wizard comes to perfect his craft.

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By: RGTraynor ( Society/ Organizations ) Mystical - Regional

The Zhantil Tribe sorcerer advanced another step, shaking his staff and barking out guttural Words of Power.  We felt the shockwave hit us, clawing at our minds ... and damn us if we didn't all groan aloud, feeling the weight of the Muircroinim's will on us.  He was a tough enough foe by himself -- too bad for us he had a dozen armed tribesmen in front of him, just waiting for us to falter before his powers to rip out our lives with their spears.

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By: RGTraynor ( Society/ Organizations ) Mystical - Trans World

I leaned heavily against the wall, jamming my free hand over the wound in my side, trying hard not to think of how close I'd been to a one-way trip to the Ice Floes.  Both my foes were face down before me, juicing out ... one from the fleche he hadn't been expecting from me.  The other, from the back of his head being bashed in.  His hair was matted with blood and ice chips.  I glanced up at Master Elaina, safe and sound behind a glittering ring of ice.  She gave me a sprightly wave, a second glowing sphere of ice in her hand, and looked around for more targets.

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“I am the Wizard of the Moder!  You will die when my pets -“

Quietly, Deb-Lu-Quienyin said, “I do not think they heard your call, San.”  The exquisite irony of that formal salutation was not lost on us - nor on the Wizard of the Moder.

He peered closely at Quienyin.  “You -“ he said, and his words were a thick choke. “You are ...”

“Yes.”

This - thing - had caused us great grief.  It had set traps for us, riddles, hurled occult monsters upon us, tortured us.  Now it stood there, slashing its staff about, mewling, fiery-eyed ... and helpless in the grip of those awesome powers of a Wizard of Loh.

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Voted Dozus
2011-04-26 09:32 AM
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A well-written wizard-warrior post. I get a war gaming vibe from the whole thing, and I love the image of robe-clad desert warriors waving their flails at opponents. Bonus half-point for bronze, that cast-off metal which looks cool and needs to be used more.

RGTraynor
2011-04-26 03:27 PM
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I always wanted that to be the answer to the cementheads who whined about Wizards and Cold Iron ... only, of course, when a wizard wrapped his hand around a sword; there was a notable lack of hassle given to wizards in close proximity to cook pots and belt knives. "Terrific" - would go the argument - "I'll just make arms and armor out of bronze instead!"
Murometz
2011-04-26 03:39 PM
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Cement-Head, Wizard-and-Cold-Iron Whine: How can you bloody have wizards wielding flails!!!???

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