#Conduit Types

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[liamontea]

okay, so.

i’ve been thinking really hard about my tiefling astarion x drow gale au, and i ended up writing a little snippet in which i reimagined some of the earlier interactions from the beginning of the game… you can read it under the cut!

i have a bunch of headcanons for this setting already, which i may or may not compile together in one single post eventually. maybe. who’s to say, honestly. anyway, let me know what you think!

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The skin of his knees stings; the cuts on his hands blister. He hacks with a cough, dirt digging into his pores, and the portal behind him fades off to a glyph.

“A drow? Here?” a feminine voice hums from above. “That’s curious.”

He pushes himself up to standing, grunting from the scream of his joints, and dusts himself off with an air of offense.

“I believe we’ve far more pressing issues than my emigration to the surface,” he grumbles.

The woman looks him up and down, eyes narrowed, though not with any real malice. It feels strangely familiar, like he’s clashed with the same sea green somewhere before.

“You were on the ship,” he concludes, fingers snapping in recognition. “You were taken, infected by one alien creature with a less than wanted guest. A wee one, in the hind of your — ah — ocular region. Were you not?”

The woman shifts her weight to her other foot, arms crossing at her torso. If the tadpole has indeed caused no damage to his sight, he might dare to say she looks amused.

“I was. Though I can’t help but notice I’ve had to help you out of a rock, instead of some hole by that there crash site. Care to explain why?”

“Oh, it’s a very simple matter, really.” His tone hushes, confidential, like a master storyteller’s. “One moment I was falling, plunging from the skies down to the earth with meager prospects of safe landing, and the next I was drawing on the Weave I could feel permeating this stone, inadvertently launching myself to the other side of it… As for the rest, I know as much as you do, I’m afraid. Or, well — not quite,” he smirks, offering his arm for a handshake which the woman deliberately ignores. He huffs, letting his hand drop back to his side. “I’m Gale, of Menzoberranzan. Lovely to make your acquaintance.” Lovely may not be the word for it, but it is necessary all the same, and if his gallantry endears her to him in the process then all the better for it.

Her lips ease slowly from a tight line to a simper. It’s a small victory; she seems warmer, somewhat. “Shadowheart.”

“Shadowheart,” he repeats, tasting the syllables on his tongue. “A most unusual name. Unusual, yes, but no less delightful.”

“Mhm,” she acknowledges half-heartedly. “Now, Gale of Menzoberranzan, I say we’d best start walking. This place is hardly safe, and the search for a cure is to be our first priority.”

His shoulders slacken. He exhales. “We?”

She nods. “We need each other,” she punctuates. “Our odds are better put together. Unless you’d rather go at this alone, of course.”

He grins, giving an overly deferential bow that brings out an eyeroll from her. “Not at all! Lead the way, my lady. Consider me in your eternal debt.”

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He’d earlier lacked the time to gather his bearings, preoccupied as he was between a rock and a hard place (intended very literally, too); but, while scouting for rations and supplies by the crash site, Gale begins to feel as though his skin is being scorched.

Everything is bright. His eyes fight to adjust to the change as daylight burns all that it touches, hot and glittering off every surface with blinding rays of white. The sky is blue, unclouded, no good for filtering out the worst of it; and, if that wasn’t enough, Gale’s armpits have grown damp with sweat for the first time in his life. Regardless of the many disadvantages a man like him might incur in the Underdark, especially as one fallen from grace, the shade is sure to be its greatest point of strength, Gale thinks. Nothing compares to the comfort of low illumination and a pleasant chill, or the complete absence of summer heat.

Before this moment, he’s only seen the surface in books. It has to be said — the real thing is arguably far less appealing than it was ever given credit for. Even its foreign vegetation offers little cause for excitement. The dangers, too, put Gale in a disagreeable position as Shadowheart rescues him from another gruesome fate, landing a swift blow to the skull of a mind flayer when it pulls on his tadpole for pity.

He’d so nearly succumbed to it. It’s shameful, a painful reminder of what he’s turned into after heartbreak and social exile, but it’s just as much the pure reality of things. He’s become weak — weaker than a former Archmage and Chosen has any right to be, weaker than even his worst moments as mere apprentice. The tightness in his chest affirms as much. And still, his mind should be strong — as strong as a few closely timed brushes with death might allow, one ought to point out. And still, it appears he needs a little further babysitting before he can well and truly regain his potential.

Luckily, if Shadowheart is at all bothered by his cumulating dues, she doesn’t show it.

“I see someone up ahead,” she calls to him suddenly, jabbing a finger in the general direction she speaks of. The chain mail of her armor is sprayed through with illithid blood, clear and gelatinous, but her gaze is steady as a compass. Hardened by rough-and-tumble times she is, perhaps. “Might be worth a look.”

Gale’s eyes follow her finger. In the distance there he spies a funny figure, one that glances around anxiously with a pair of curled horns, a tail and shiny waves of hair.

“Another survivor?” he asks. Shadowheart fastens mace and shield to her back.

“Most likely,” she nods. “We should check it out. We’ll need all the help that we can get.”

As they make their advance and stride into the stranger’s view, his expression visibly relaxes and he beckons them over, cherry red skin glistening in the sun.

“Hurry! I’ve got one of those brain things cornered,” he whispers. “You can kill it, can’t you? Like you killed the others?”

Gale and Shadowheart swap a look. Around them is green shrubbery and silence — because they have, indeed, killed all the others — which makes this a dubious cry for help. Besides, given the badly concealed dagger at his hip, Gale suspects the man to be more capable than he lets on.

Nonetheless, spurred by curiosity and a desire to prove himself, Gale saunters up with a dismissive wave.

“Easily,” he says. “Stand back.”

It is, admittedly, Gale’s fault entirely for not heeding the signs, but the supposed intellect devourer turns out to be but a defenseless boar; moreover, with his attention successfully diverted, the stranger takes advantage and pulls Gale to the ground in a headlock. The blade of his dagger presses down on Gale’s throat — not quite to the point of cutting, but choking the breath out of him with each inhale.

From this proximity, the man’s eyes are round and dark like blackcurrants, glowing red with a flicker of panic. His clenched jaw highlights the lines of his cheekbones, high and regal, while the curl of his mouth reveals the tip of a pointy tooth.

“Not a sound,” he warns, wearing a smile aimed to give off more confidence than he is probably feeling. “Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours. And you…” His stare lifts to meet Shadowheart’s, bold and unwavering with an unspoken challenge. “Keep your distance. No need for this to get messy.”

Shadowheart sighs, copying Gale’s gesture from minutes prior. “I need him alive. Stow that blade or I’ll show you just how messy things can get.”

The stranger only tuts. When he looks at Gale again, one thumb pressing into the meat of his shoulder and the other closed around the hilt of his weapon, something like shock crosses his features, as if he’s just tuned into his surroundings.

“A drow? Here?…” he murmurs. “That’s – ”

“Curious, I know,” Gale interrupts, with a certain bite to it that makes Shadowheart snort. “Might we dwell on something other than my unwelcome face now, if you please? Like our current predicament, for instance?”

The tiefling frowns, presumably going on the defensive, but Gale is quicker: he hisses the chant for a cantrip between his lips, singeing the hand that holds the dagger, and rolls away when the vice-like grip on him loosens.

“Ack! You little – urgh!”

It happens fast. Gale’s head feels like it’s being split in two, tearing and ripping to make space for another’s thoughts, and then images flow into it unbidden: dusty alleys, the glare of the moon, shitty wine and fake laughter, hands wherever they can reach, silk sheets and metal chains and hunger — before it all disappears in the span of a blink. Gone, like the memory of an unpleasant dream.

Even so, Gale’s skin still ripples with goosebumps.

“You saw it,” the stranger stutters, Adam’s apple bobbing with a gulp. Gale fears he may not be hiding his grimace as well as he thought. “You were in my head… I was in yours.”

“It’s the parasite,” Shadowheart explains. “It allows us hosts to communicate without words. So it seems.”

Gale and the man take just a beat to come down from the high of witnessing more of each other than a stranger should have reason to.

Gale’s stomach won’t stop churning.

He knows darkness like it’s an old friend, between the Underdark and the shadows he was relegated to after his Netherese fiasco, and he’s learned to nurse hunger like it’s a particularly demanding pet. He too knows the chaos of backstreets, the deception of a well-crafted smile, the sound a whip makes when it meets skin. Menzoberranzan is a city built on blood, after all, and death is its only guiding principle.

He knows impotence. He knows the bars of a cage and punishment and ridicule. He knows hurt; one could say he’s an expert on it, really. But this — the nightmare that just seized his senses through a split-second collision — equals maybe tenfold his cruelest torture.

Shadowheart steps closer, shielding Gale’s body with hers in a manner which she tries to make inconspicuous. It’s mortifying. Had it not been for a moment of sheer spite, Gale would now be three times her debtor.

The man finally sheathes his dagger, and his demeanor shifts promptly from ‘street thug’ to ‘wet-eyed ally’.

“I see. Very well, then. My name’s Astarion,” he concedes, dragging out the vowels. “I do believe it’s only fair for us each to know who we’re dealing with, if we’re to share simply so much of ourselves for the foreseeable future.”

He looks to his company expectantly, awaiting the same. Shadowheart stays tense, arms flexing at her sides, but ultimately gives in.

“Shadowheart. And Gale, of Menzoberranzan.”

“Must you announce my birthplace at every turn?”

“A pleasure,” Astarion says, appeased and with a little curtsy. His tail swishes behind him and Gale’s nose wrinkles in distaste.

“Right. Not a native to the Gate, I presume?”

“Ha.” Astarion’s head tilts with a humorless laugh, one hand combing through gray curls. “You presume wrong. I’m a magistrate there, you know; a rather good one, too, in fact. How comical that you should call me into question, of everyone possible.”

Gale squares his shoulders, mouth twisting into a snarl. His rebuttal sits on the tip of his tongue — civil though he may be, his origins have taught him mistrust as the default, specifically toward those kinds who think their place of dwelling makes them inherently better than others — but Shadowheart shoots a hand up between them, halting all onsets of a scuffle.

“Now, I’m aware I may be expecting too much from you both,” she sighs, “but perhaps we could avoid killing each other before even the tadpole has a chance to.”

Astarion scoffs. Gale bites the inside of his cheek and swallows his upset, throat tightening with the effort of not regurgitating it.

“Of course,” he says. And he means it, for what little it matters; it wouldn’t do to carry the responsibility of someone’s premature passing on top of everything else. Not while in the throes of vying for control against two separate parasites.

Astarion acquiesces too, with a forced grin that serves only to reinforce his reluctance. “Yes, fine. That’s very well put, my dear. I would so hate to get my nails senselessly dirty.”

Gale’s gut burns with bile.

He’s got a sinking feeling this is going to be far from easy.

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@galedickarios, who asked to be tagged!

[blackbloodedisabel]

OH also how like. how good is io at the jewlery stuff and does it work for her magic? does she sell it too or?

she's verryyyy very talented at like. smithing and forging and making jewellery and stuff even w/o low level magic. when she was first starting out making stuff she created a pearl and glass silver fin-chain which she created a magic bond with and that made her stronger but not strong ENOUGH for her to be satisfied w it. she wears it for emergencies n stuff but she hates hates hates it. when her bonds fail with new jewellery pieces she sells them and she creates some stuff (non-magic jewellery and like. larger metal artwork) which she sells just straight up for money. fun fact she also does some maintenance for the like. cable car system which exists in the ravine and the chains which hold the floating bit of the capital city (name pending) in place. she could literally have been normal

[thefairy519]

I one time put my possessed Conduit in her original outfit and just-

She just looks fucking MENACING-

[princeofhorrors]

Thinking about making a lore post about how magic is different in my version of the marvel universe if anyone is interested.

[gravesung-moving]

she's holding out a piece of chocolate, wrapped & tied with twine. ❝ it's for you !! ❞

[codenamehazard]

.:The Boogieman Cometh:.

Chapter 14: The Boogieman Cometh

Hey guys! Holy hell this took me a lot of time and rereading and blasting music to get this to look right. I hope it looks for you guys too!

I hope you guys are ready to see what the hell those sirens are wailing on about! Here's chapter 14!

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The sirens wail and holler as we make it to the outskirts of Droptown, where I see Mako, Pangolin and Dove opening up the HEMTT, revealing that it is basically a moving forward operating base. With a plant filled triage in one trailer and a supply depot in another, all ready to go should the need arise.

Holy shit. No wonder they're nomadic, they have everything they need right there.

Pangolin slowly starts to gather the others. I turn to look towards the horizon to see what exactly we’re facing, looks like a supersized throng of those Warped I faced in the mines. A lot of them are those starving “Shamblers” I remember clearly, but some of them look… Healthy… Well, healthy for a zombie, I guess.

The thing that truly caught my eye was this… Creature, looks to be about the size of a semi-truck yet it moves faster than should be possible for a beast that size. I squint my eyes to see if I can make out any more details, but the bastard’s too far away to see more.

I spot Kestrel out of the corner of my eyes, drawing my attention from… Whatever the fuck that thing is running around with the horde. I turn to look at her and see she’s walking up to Pangolin with the missile launcher in hand. She tries to put on a confident front, but I can see in her eyes there was a certain level of nervousness to it.

“Here she is.” Kestrel states with a smile. I can see Pangolin's expression turn to relief as he takes the gun, but he seems to pick up on her hesitation.

“You sure it’s ready?” He asks as he looks at the Gunsmith, her expression looking less sure at the prompting. The exchange of words echoing in my head from a time long since past. I can’t help but to quietly mouth the words that came out of Kestrel’s mouth next.

“Uhh… I sure hope so…” She hands the gun over to Pangolin, but in my head two different people stood in their places. Zeke and myself when he gave me the Amp for the first time. That memory stung my heart like a cold knife. Of all the ways that exchange could have happened, why like that?

I touch my eyes and I feel a dampness before I shake my head with a sneer. Come on Cole! Get it together! There’s a whole swarm of things rushing towards you and the others; bound and determined to make you their breakfast. This isn’t the time, nor the place to feel sorry for yourself and bitch about your lot in life.

You made your choice, you live it… Not like anyone would give a shit anyways.

With the exchange complete and Pangolin checking how the gun handles, Kestrel dashes over to one of the trailers and starts getting into the boxes… Hm, must be their armory. The bird pulls out some new toys and…

Okay, those are some really kickass weapons.

For Mako, a rapier and twin pistols were given. For Dove, an SMG and a hatchet. For Pangolin, he was given something that looked like the bastard child of a buzz-saw and an ax. For the bird herself, she equips two six-shooters to her hips and a bigass hammer on her back. I make a mental note to ask about some of those later.

I look back at my Amp and sigh. It really needs some serious work if it’s going to last any longer, but put a pin in the thought. Not the time to worry now.

While everyone is getting ready, I look over to see what else is going on. I see other groups of Conduits rushing out with weapons of their own to take on some of the faster straggler groups. That’s good, shows that this town don’t give up without a fight. My eyes are quickly drawn back to the biggest horde as I spot them making the beeline for the Misfits and I, the creature leading the charge and…

Oh dear god, what the hell is that thing?!

That monstrosity… Words fail to truly capture how hideous the fucker was. It looks like some skinned gorilla-raccoon thing with a giant mouth, clawed hands and… Hooves?? God, it was like a fucked up teratoma was turned inside out and given the ability to move and eat, damn near genetic nonsense. The thing most repulsive about this monster? Where the second set of arms are on the thing’s back… I think I could see what remains of a person. Their screaming expression merging with their ribcage to make a second mouth and that those extra arms were once their arms.

I can feel my stomach curdle, it makes Bertrand's giant cockroach form look adorable.

“Alright, jackasses! Gather ‘round” I hear Pangolin bark out, prompting the others to gather around, I hang back some. He’s rallying up his team, I have no part of it. The Brick Spartan looks over at me and beckons me over. “You too, MacGrath. You’re gonna wanna hear this.” I roll my eyes in annoyance, but I walk over. Looking on the bright side, it’s refreshing to not be the one giving orders.

“Everyone, that bastard monster and its posse are coming, we need a plan to get that thing to open wide for the most explosive jawbreaker known to man, any ideas?” Pangolin’s voice booms over the team.

“First things first, we have to get those Shamblers and Runners thinned out.” Mako points out. “It doesn’t matter what we do to that thing, it’s not gonna stick if the bastard eats the little minions and that’s not including how much of a nuisance they would be if they ganged up on us or got in the way.” Sharp as always, Mako is.

“So from I understand, thin out the herd and then focus on ugly?” Dove pipes up, first time I heard him speak in a long time. Mako and Pangolin nod. ”Sounds like a plan.” Kestrel nod in agreement and I give a grunt.

“Let’s kick ass!” Kestrel shouts before everyone nods and gets into position, looks like I’m getting roped into this too.

Not that I mind, a good chance to get some payback on these shambling fucks.

With the swarm fast approaching, Pangolin and Mako armor up and the rest ready up before the Spartan gives the signal in the form of charging forward and turning himself into a human boulder. The spiked plating crushing and spearing the weaklings. Dove sets up what I can only amount to a launchpad under the brick-ball to send him flying into the air so he can play the role of a meteorite and crash down into another group. With Pango flying high, Dove flits about on air-bursts while letting the SMG rip through the crowd.

Kestrel darts around in the horde like the flighty bird she is, popping slag-bursts before firing off her six shooters into the heads of the Shamblers, turning their brains into a red and purple mist. Mako set plenty of shark-traps to immobilize and joined in with Kestrel in the gunslinging fun with her pistols. Slag-shards and bone-shards flying and spearing zombies left, right and center before switching to the melees when they got too close. Kes smacking them around like the biggest game of watch-a-mole while Mako channels her inner Zorro and makes mincemeat of the zombies, her shark skin rendering the bites and scratches useless.

Me? Well, I sure as hell ain’t gonna miss out on the fun. Black and crimson Skull bolts fly from my hands as I start to “run and gun” so to speak. When those sparks nailed a Warped in the head, I’m rewarded with a lightshow as the fuckers explode with a shower of sparks that took out their little friends. Tossed in a few Cluster ‘nades to keep things popping. Hell, I even found little ways I could help the others. Blasting airbornes with shockwaves and popping bastards when they try to sneak up on the others.

They weren’t making it easy, that’s for damn sure. They were relentless and were giving everyone problems and they were taking hits. They were especially persistent in trying to maul me to death. These things must have it out for me because they keep coming after me. Even that big-ass ugly son of a bitch keeps lunging at me! With the crowds constantly trying to box me in, I couldn’t be as aggressive as I wanted. Those healthier looking bastards even get a few good hits on me, leaving nasty gashes on my body. Thank god my Beast powers up my healing or I would have to be hightailing it to the HEMTT to charge back up!

The beast keeps lunging and I have to keep dodging while using blasts to give myself some breathing room. It was maddening! I wanted to blast this thing to kingdom-come but with all the little things swarming around like flies to shit, I couldn’t just stand still. Especially with how grab and bite happy they were.

With the ugly skinned gorilla-tumor focused on me, Kestrel spots an opening to take. With an air-boost from Dove, I can see her go flying skywards, Hammer raised high before dropping hard onto the head. I brace myself as the shockwave pushes me back. I could hear the hammer impact the head with a sickening crack. The bastard roars in pain from the head-trama and I quickly get out of the way knowing what’s about to happen next.

When the team hears the roar, Mako and Dove focus on getting the zombies away from Pangolin as he takes aim straight for the monster’s roaring maw. Kestrel dashes away seconds before the Spartan pulls the trigger.

The mother of all bricks whistles out of the barrel and flies straight to the thing’s screaming mouth, hitting it right in the uvula! The sound of the impact makes me hold my own throat in pain at the thought… Then the brick explodes. Masonry shrapnel rips the beast’s jaw apart. I thought for sure that would take it out, as did everyone else.

But it didn’t.

The thing gurgles with a shredded throat as it looks dead at Pangolin, he goes to fire off another shot when the weapon overloads and explodes in his hand. I look at him in utter shock before looking at Kestrel, as did everyone else.

“Kestrel, what the fuck?!” Pangolin bellows in fear and anger. “I thought you said it was ready!!” He looks like he’s about to blow a gasket as the bird is trying to avoid being hit.

“”Hoped so!”” Kestrel shouts back. “I said “hoped so!!”” Pangolin looks as if he’s about to rip into her when the teratoma-thing does that for him. With a mighty swipe to the girl, it sends Kestrel flying with the mother of all bitch-slaps. Thinking on his feet, Dove darts off and up to catch her in mid-air before she goes off too far.

The gorilla roars and more of those zombies show up to join the party, causing the fighting to begin anew. Pangolin pulls out his buzz-axe and starts hacking into bodies as the Shamblers break teeth on the brick armor, but the beast charges and backhands the Spartan in rage, breaking pieces of the armor off and sending him sliding off. Mako fires off round after round of bone-bullets to keep the creatures at bay as she goes to help Pangolin up.

Dove and Kestrel glide into the fray and dive down together to create a fire-filled shockwave before dashing back to the others. I pull out the Gigawatt blades and start tearing into those who get too close, but that seems to piss the gorilla off more as he calls for reinforcements again. It’s clear that somebody needs to find a way to shut that thing up so it stops calling its friends if we’re gonna get another opening.

Thankfully it seems like Pango’s on the ball. With all of us keeping the horde preoccupied, the Brickhouse uses his powers to create a thick brick wall above the creature’s head and when it goes to roar again, Pango drops the wall on top of the thing. Silencing it and stunning it.

Now it’s my turn to break some teeth.

My eyes glow red and black veins begin to appear on my skin as I charge up an Alpha Rocket with raw Beast power to triple its power and damage. A favorite tactic of mine for getting rid of the straggling Ice-Titans and Devourers before I left New Marias, made short work of those fucks. Should do the same for this bastard. With the charge done, I turn the Rocket loose, straight for the head. A blinding flash and cacophony of crashing thunder and electricity disorients everyone as the Super-Rocket crashes into the tumor’s face.

When the smoke clears and our senses return, we all look to see what should be the smoldering corpse of that thing…

Only to see it was not only still standing… It is… Healing!!

All the work everyone did, The bricks, both wall and missile, Kes’ hammer crash… All of it damn near undone. The Misfits stare to pure dismay and horror as they watch the jaw heal. Kestrel turns to look at me as my face drains of color.

“What did you do?!?” I could barely hear the Gunsmith utter in disbelief as the monster approaches me, a long and disgusting looking tongue licking its chomps as I back away. How? How?! How did that heal the bastard?!? Nothing like this has happened before!!!

Fear grips my heart and seems to freeze me in place as I’m racking my brain, trying to figure out what did what when I see the monster raise its massive, clawed hand, readying to swipe at my head.

Oh Shit…

[To Be Continued…]

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Never considered the concept that those 2 winter lanterns are specifically near the Rakuyo...could mean nothing since I can't come up with anything for the placement for the others.

It does beg to the question about point of origin for them though.

[distortiondragon]

every day we get closer to the invention of accessible 4d vr technology i look forwards to the fact the deviantart tier physically impossible fetish ppl will have a new outlet. if we're going to be dragged kicking and screaming into the 22nd century by a horrific capitalistic dystopia by that time, we gotta take the strange kink ppl with us so at least someone is happy about it and we (collective internet users) can still shit up the future internet analogue with weird/niche/demonetizable content. the internet is a weird microbiome in some remote forest and by god do the slugs that deserve to live there as much as other critter have the weirdest sex, etc

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

they're in love your honor

[100-yardstare]

THEORETICALLY if I wrote more fic… do y’all like my first person voice or my third person writing style better? I feel like they are completely different concepts for me in that they bring out different tones.

[ledestube]

DIY electrical conduit installation can be rewarding, allowing you to customize your home and save money. This guide will walk you through the process.

[inland--empire]

She wants to make something kinds like her Mom so she dabbled into making silly nonsensical short films that she thinks could have some deeper meaning but she never ends up putting her finger on WHAT that meaning could be

OH RAD!!!!!

[theplotmage]

Principles and Laws of Magic for Fantasy Writers

Fundamental Laws

1. Law of Conservation of Magic- Magic cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed.

3. Law of Equivalent Exchange- To gain something, an equal value must be given.

5. Law of Magical Exhaustion- Using magic drains the user’s energy or life force.

Interaction and Interference

4. Law of Magical Interference- Magic can interfere with other magical effects.

6. Law of Magical Contamination- Magic can have unintended side effects.

8. Law of Magical Inertia- Magical effects continue until stopped by an equal or greater force.

Resonance and Conditions

7. Law of Magical Resonance- Magic resonates with certain materials, places, or times.

9. Law of Magical Secrecy- Magic must be kept secret from the non-magical world.

11. Law of Magical Hierarchy- Different types of magic have different levels of power and difficulty.

Balance and Consequences

10. Law of Magical Balance- Every positive magical effect has a negative consequence.

12. Law of Magical Limitation- Magic has limits and cannot solve every problem.

14. Law of Magical Rebound- Misused magic can backfire on the user.

Special Conditions

13. Law of Magical Conduits- Certain objects or beings can channel magic more effectively.

15. Law of Magical Cycles- Magic may be stronger or weaker depending on cycles (e.g., lunar phases).

17. Law of Magical Awareness- Some beings are more attuned to magic and can sense its presence.

Ethical and Moral Laws

16. Law of Magical Ethics- Magic should be used responsibly and ethically.

18. Law of Magical Consent- Magic should not be used on others without their consent.

20. Law of Magical Oaths- Magical promises or oaths are binding and have severe consequences if broken.

Advanced and Rare Laws

19. Law of Magical Evolution- Magic can evolve and change over time.

20. Law of Magical Singularities- Unique, one-of-a-kind magical phenomena exist and are unpredictable.

Unique and Imaginative Magical Laws

- Law of Temporal Magic- Magic can manipulate time, but with severe consequences. Altering the past can create paradoxes, and using time magic ages the caster rapidly.

- Law of Emotional Resonance- Magic is amplified or diminished by the caster’s emotions. Strong emotions like love or anger can make spells more powerful but harder to control.

- Law of Elemental Harmony- Magic is tied to natural elements (fire, water, earth, air). Using one element excessively can disrupt the balance and cause natural disasters.

- Law of Dream Magic- Magic can be accessed through dreams. Dreamwalkers can enter others’ dreams, but they risk getting trapped in the dream world.

- Law of Ancestral Magic- Magic is inherited through bloodlines. The strength and type of magic depend on the caster’s ancestry, and ancient family feuds can influence magical abilities.

- Law of Symbiotic Magic- Magic requires a symbiotic relationship with magical creatures. The caster and creature share power, but harming one affects the other.

- Law of Forgotten Magic- Ancient spells and rituals are lost to time. Discovering and using forgotten magic can yield great power but also unknown dangers.

- Law of Magical Echoes- Spells leave behind echoes that can be sensed or traced. Powerful spells create stronger echoes that linger longer.

- Law of Arcane Geometry- Magic follows geometric patterns. Spells must be cast within specific shapes or alignments to work correctly.

- Law of Celestial Magic- Magic is influenced by celestial bodies. Spells are stronger during certain astronomical events like eclipses or planetary alignments.

- Law of Sentient Magic- Magic has a will of its own. It can choose to aid or hinder the caster based on its own mysterious motives.

- Law of Shadow Magic- Magic can manipulate shadows and darkness. Shadowcasters can travel through shadows but are vulnerable to light.

- Law of Sympathetic Magic- Magic works through connections. A spell cast on a representation of a person (like a doll or portrait) affects the actual person.

- Law of Magical Artifacts- Certain objects hold immense magical power. These artifacts can only be used by those deemed worthy or who possess specific traits.

- Law of Arcane Paradoxes- Some spells create paradoxes that defy logic. These paradoxes can have unpredictable and often dangerous outcomes.

- Law of Elemental Fusion- Combining different elemental magics creates new, hybrid spells with unique properties and effects.

- Law of Ethereal Magic- Magic can interact with the spirit world. Ethereal mages can communicate with spirits, but prolonged contact can blur the line between life and death.

- Law of Arcane Symbiosis- Magic can bond with technology, creating magical machines or enchanted devices with extraordinary capabilities.

- Law of Dimensional Magic- Magic can open portals to other dimensions. Dimensional travelers can explore alternate realities but risk getting lost or encountering hostile beings.

- Law of Arcane Sacrifice- Powerful spells require a sacrifice, such as a cherished memory, a personal item, or even a part of the caster’s soul.

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Don't mind me just dropping some of my favorite Grøh/Conduit quotes from a server I'm in

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