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dailycharacteroption · 1 year

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First World Caller (Wizard Archetype)

(art by Matteo Brizio on Artstation)

When you look for the power and blessings of the fey, you probably look for druids, maybe rangers, or else an enchantment-focused caster like a bard or even mesmerist. One usually does not look to the disciplined and measured power of a wizard for flights of fey fancy.

And yet, with today’s archetype, we are presented with exactly that. Whether it be because of artificially strengthened pacts or bonds with the fey or the First World itself, or a natural affinity for the fey realms, today we are looking at a form of wizard that boasts the ability to call in a bit of the First World wherever they are.

And why not? With it’s primal and wild magic, as well as it’s connections to the earliest days of the multiverse, the fey realm of the First World seems the perfect place to study magic at it’s most wild and untamed, free from the structures and systems imposed by gods and mortals alike.

This archetype is heaviliy associated with gnome civilizations that still dwell in the First World, but any ancestry, gnome or not, can potentially learn or be imbued with this path.

These wizards bond with a familiar, which seems to have been created or linked to them by how their soul has interacted with the First World in their past, perhaps before they were even born. Either way, these familiars are part fey, and though their physical defenses are not as impressive and they do not grant their master the typical blessing based on their species, they do gain a measure of fey resistance to damage that is not from cold iron, as well as a bit of resistance to magic and the ability to shapeshift into a humanoid form. Later on, they even grow insectile wings if they don’t already have them, gaining flight.

With their connection to the First World, these mages excel at summoning creatures, and learn how to summon many different types of fey ally in addition to the typical summons.

In addition to this, more powerful callers can infuse some of the ever-changing nature of the First World into local reality, altering it’s physical and even magical properties. Gravity, magic, and even alignment-based planar properties are theirs to impose upon such a region for a short time.

Interested in a character with a unique familiar, summons, and even the ability to create massive areas that can help or hinder with planar traits? This archetype may be for you. You lose out on the arcane school, which will limit your spell slots somewhat, but the options opened up by your new summons and the like should make up for it. Naturally, summoning spells are an important part of the build, and feats that bolster them or help you acclimate to the conditions you impose upon reality are good choices.

This archetype has a nice little touch of “magical destiny” to it that is perfect for “secret heirs to magical kingdoms” sort of personal storylines, as well as the eager young mage that leaps into exploring their unique ability.

All his life, Micross has been able to see hints of the fey realms, and had a gift for befriending the denizens that seemed attracted to his presence, but he never had any idea what it meant. So, he studied, hoping to understand more by developing his own magic through this connection. Finally, a breakthrough was discovered when he heard rumors of a way to follow the thread of fate back in time, allowing him the opportunity to see where this connection comes from and what destiny he was shouldered with… but will he find peace of mind, or disappointment?

On the world of Vushan, elves have a much more defined fey connection, and the royal families of which often exhibit an inherent ability to command the fealty of the fey and the very fey realms themselves. Nobody expected such an ability to manifest in a half-blooded scion born from a tryst with a human woman, however. But, that ability does make him a contender for the throne, causing much stirring in the elven courts.

After barely surviving a peryton attack, Akkez fled through a fey grotto and ended up in the realm of the fey, where he bartered his magical skill in exchange for passage and protection. It’s been years now and he has learned many new magical abilities. However, he still remains there, partially out of fear that the peryton still hunts him, but also because his debt to the fey continues to grow.

#pathfinder #archetype #wizard #First World caller #elf #half-elf #gnome #peryton #Heroes from the Fringe

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ramblingoak · 5 months

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Napping in the Clouds

~ A special edition of Naps With Copia ~

This is for @megachaoticstupid who wanted a nap in my Steampunk Verse between little Copia and his big brother Secondo 💙

Huge thanks to @tasty-ribz for the art and to @ghuleh-recs for my steampunk dividers!

This technically takes place after Building A Family but it can be read on its own. There are also two other fics in this universe: Capitano Copia and Clockwork Friends.

Warnings: angst pertaining to Copia's time in an orphanage and Secondo's feelings towards his family otherwise it is very soft and fluffy, sfw, 2,600 words

They were running out of clocks.

Secondo brushed the toe of his boot against some of the debris on the floor. The delicate metal parts scraped against the polished wood and he winced briefly at the scratch left behind. Not that it mattered, Emeritus Manor had countless rooms that hadn’t seen a soul in years. No one would care about the condition of the floor in some dusty study. Secondo couldn’t even remember if he’d been in this room before. Copia however had clearly been busy exploring.

Busy doing other things too.

“He’s up to three rats now.” Alpha’s voice preceded him as he appeared out of the shadow in the doorway. “And some toys.”

“Aren’t the rats toys?”

“No.” Secondo turned with a raised eyebrow at the sharp quality of the ghoul’s voice. To his credit, Alpha lowered his head briefly in apology before looking back up with a smirk on his face. The red eyes of the demon glowed with mischief as he answered. “They’re not toys at all.”

Copia was singing when he finally tracked him down.

He had a strong voice for his age. Strong and bright Italian words drifted down the hallway and Secondo felt such an intense moment of something that he had to pause before he turned the corner to confront the boy. Music hadn’t traveled the corridors of the manor for a long time. Not since Terzo had decided he’d rather spend his time in the sky.

Or, as was the case lately, in prison.

Secondo turned the corner to find Copia hunched over something in the middle of the hall. Parts and tools were spread out around him as well as what he assumed were the little clockwork rats Alpha had watched him build. He was content to stay back and listen to his song but one of the rats twitched and turned his way. Copia instantly quieted down, his head snapping back and his eyes widening as soon as he saw Secondo.

“I’m sorry! I’ll put it back together!”

Copia stumbled onto his feet, grabbing an armful of parts and quickly going over to the quiet clock. The rats were right at his heels save one. This one went right for Secondo, pausing at his boots and gazing up at him. There was a blue glow right below its chest, bright enough to illuminate the little creature’s eyes. It was something that had Secondo holding his breath, memories of his own childhood here springing to his mind.

Memories of what he used to be able to build.

“What’s his name?” His little brother turned his way, a small screwdriver clamped between his teeth. Secondo crouched down slowly, not wanting to scare the rat away. “Your friend, does he have a name?”

“Brizio.” Copia timidly walked his way, the other two rats never straying far. Only one of them had the same glow as the one Secondo was studying. “I named him after a friend.”

“Friends are important, where is this friend now?”

“I-I’m not sure? He was at the orphanage with me and got adopted…” He dropped to his knees and reached a finger out to gently touch the rat’s back. “I miss him.”

Secondo stayed silent as he watched the boy fidget, his little fingers tapping along his knees. He could see a bit of himself in the boy’s features, the eyes being the most obvious thing. The Emeritus family having had the white eye for generations at this point. Nihil always claimed it was a gift but most of his sons at some point had considered it a curse. Primo had hated it enough to replace it with one of his “enhancements”.

A tiny hand on his knee pulled Secondo from his thoughts. Copia was looking up at him, his eyes wide and his face unsure.

“It’s ok to miss friends and loved ones.” He bit his lip for a moment, a memory from his own life here as a child coming forward in his mind. “I used to have a pet rabbit, she was a gift from my mother.”

“What was her name?”

“Snowbell. Because of her fur. All white, beautiful and soft.” He couldn’t help but smile softly, thinking of that first day he met Snowbell. When his mother brought her into his room in her arms. It was one of the last times he saw his mother healthy, before everything in his life changed. He was so lost in his memories that he missed Copia saying something. “What was that fratellino?”

“Fratellino?” Secondo found himself staring into a familiar set of eyes. They shimmered in the gas lamps in the hallway, unshed tears threatening to drop. “Are you…you’re one of my brothers?”

“Si, I am Secondo.” He smiled when Copia reached a small hand up and Secondo gamely shook it. “Primo is here as well, although he is rarely seen. He likes to spend his time in his lab.”

“Do you have a lab?”

Secondo placed a hand on the floor to brace himself and then moved to sit cross legged. Copia stayed close, his hand never leaving Secondo’s leg, almost like he was afraid that if he let go he’d lose the older brother he just found.

“I do, although I don’t use it as much anymore. My study is where I spend most of my time, usually reading or designing things.” Copia cocked his head and guessing the question he was about to ask Secondo continued, “Designing things for my airship.”

“You have an airship?!”

The sheer joy on Copia’s face was infectious and he couldn’t help but match it, “I do! Secular Haze is her name. She’s the fastest ship in the skies.” Secondo made a show of looking around to see if they were alone, “But don’t tell your brother Terzo that, ok?”

“Is Terzo here too?”

Secondo winced and gave a slight shake of his head, “Unfortunately Terzo has landed himself in prison.” Copia’s eyes widened comically, but he moved his head closer when Secondo leaned in. “Piracy.”

“Wow!”

Of course to a child that was exciting and Secondo tried not to let his face fall and ruin the mood. But Copia didn’t know what it was like dealing with the worry of how long Terzo would be gone this time. About what sort of damage his ship Mummy Dust had taken. Mostly though he was worried about what the city would find in the airship.

And what that would mean for the whole family.

He cleared his throat, taking a quick look around the hallway before leaning in close to Copia once more, “I have an idea.”

“We ride around in your airship!”

“We will fratellino, I promise you that.” Copia beamed up at him, following Secondo and standing up as well. “But first we should clean this up, find something to eat and then maybe have a little tour of the manor, yeah?”

“Oh, yes! Per favore! Alpha showed me around a little but Papa Nihil caught us and made him take me back to my room.”

“Nihil is a dickhead.” Copia’s little gasp had Secondo chuckling and he knelt down before the boy, his hands resting on his tiny shoulders. “I will show you all the secret passageways, all the hiding spots. I will show you how your brothers and I avoided him when we were your age.” He stood up again, winking when he held out a hand for Copia. “We still use them even now.”

He squeezed Copia’s hand when the boy reached out and then led him over to the silent grandfather clock. Without direction Copia knelt down and began to put the old thing back together, his fingers quick and precise. The little rats whirred at his feet, Brizio even picking up small gears and bringing them over to the boy right as he needed them. Secondo chimed in whenever Copia held up something with a questioning look, helping the boy find where the part belonged.

When Secondo saw Copia’s triumphant grin as the clock came to life and a series of chimes rang out in the hallway he knew then and there that the boy was where he belonged as well.

From that day on Copia, and his rats, were rarely away from Secondo’s side.

Alpha and a few of the other ghouls had cleared out a space in Secondo’s study for the boy. An area where he could work on whatever he desired, where he could build whatever he wanted, and Secondo was there to watch. To lend a hand whenever Copia needed it. It was amazing to witness the ease in which his fratellino could create things. Amazing to see the familiar blue glow in each creation. It was a special kind of magic the world didn’t see much of these days.

Secondo took a sip of his drink and continued to stare into the fireplace. His study was quiet today save the crackling of the fire. It was strange how fast he had gotten used to Copia’s chattering, to the sounds of the boy working as well as the sounds of his rats running about. Copia loved to sing as well and Secondo found it hard not to join in when he did. They made him ache for a home he had barely known but one he hoped to build here for himself and Copia.

Perhaps for Primo and Terzo as well if they wanted.

His ghouls had taken Copia out to see Secular Haze, something that the boy had been begging to do ever since he found out she existed. He had also begged Secondo to come with but he couldn’t bring himself to go. It had been so long since he had seen her, since he had last sailed through the skies on her, that the guilt for leaving her dormant was too heavy.

He wasn’t even sure he could sail her again. Wasn’t even sure if she’d let him.

“Papa?” Secondo startled at the old honorific from Alpha, a title no one had bothered to use for years. “We’re back. Copia is in his room, he wanted to see you but he was asleep on his feet.”

“What did he think of her?”

“He was amazed, running around to study every part of her. Asked a million questions.”

“I’m sure he did, I’ll have to dig out her plans so he can look at those.”

Alpha stepped into his line of sight, the tall ghoul moving close to the fire and staring right into it. He was far too close to the fire than most could handle but each ghoul had a specific element they called their own and fire was as natural to Alpha as breathing. There was a tenseness to the ghoul’s shoulders, like he was debating whether or not to say something. When he finally turned around Secondo set his glass down and crossed his arms.

“Is there something else?”

“Some of those questions were about you.” Secondo shrugged, not really surprised at that. The boy always had lots of questions for him. Recently he had been mostly focused on the story Secondo told him of his rabbit, Snowbell. “About what you were like at his age.”

“Too smart for my own good and desperate for someone to notice.”

He froze after the words left his mouth, surprised he had said something so personal. Although it didn’t really matter, Alpha had been there when he was young and angry at everyone. Lost in the Emeritus Manor without another Emeritus in sight. Nihil annoyed that Secondo even existed and Primo gone all the time for whatever reason.

“I told him you were lonely.”

Secondo couldn’t shake Alpha’s comment.

The old ghoul was right, he was lonely. It was just an odd thing to think about considering he’d felt that way most of his life. While Primo had eventually warmed up to him, and Terzo had moved into the manor not long after Secondo did, they never truly felt like brothers. Each was different enough in their attitudes and abilities that it had been hard to bond.

It didn’t help that Nihil always tried to make things a contest between the three of them. Who could develop something better, who could build something faster, who could propel the family further? Those were the things Nihil cared about and if one of them failed at any of those aspects, or anything else, he was quick to lose interest and ignore them. That in turn made the brothers quick to ignore each other, something that was easy to do in such a big house.

He got up to throw a few more logs into the fire, easing back into his chair as the loud popping sounds from the wood filled the room. It was funny how quickly he had gotten used to Copia being in here because it already felt strange not to hear him tinkering away at something. Ever since he had visited the airship he had been spending more time in his room. Alpha said he was fine, just busy working on something. The ghoul wouldn’t elaborate any further and when Secondo had finally decided to go to the boy himself Copia refused to even open the door.

Perhaps Copia had already grown tired of him. The thought hurt and Secondo quickly took a swig of his whisky, wanting to bury that idea as deep as he could before it started to hurt worse.

“Fratello?” Copia’s little voice had Secondo coughing mid swallow, the whisky burning his throat when it went down the wrong way. He leaned forward with his arms on his legs, trying to catch his breath. A small hand started to pat his back, the boy’s voice frantic when Secondo continued to cough. “Are you ok? Should I get Alpha? Please don–”

“I’m ok, I’m ok.” Secondo turned and placed a hand on top of Copia’s head, lightly ruffling his light brown hair. “You just startled me, that's all.”

He turned and set his glass down on the nearby table before looking at Copia again. The boy had something in his arms, an object made of gold metal with a familiar blue glow shining bright in its chest. At first Secondo thought it was Brizio but when he looked closer he realized the ears were much longer than what he was used to. The body shape was different too. Secondo straightened up in his chair abruptly, his eyes widening when he realized what it looked like.

“I made you something.”

It felt good to be in the sky again.

It felt good to have his ship under his feet, his ghouls at his side and the Secular Haze racing through the clouds. This is where he belonged, the sky had always felt more like home than the ground. The hum of his ship resonated through his bones and he didn’t realize how much he had missed it until now. This partnership between him and the machine he had built.

The body next to him shifted and he looked down at a familiar mop of brown hair, his fratellino fast asleep at his side. A small fist was latched onto his shirt, machine grease tucked under his nails like always. Nearby Secondo could hear the familiar sound of small metal feet running about, the gentle whir of Copia’s creations ever present.

When he looked over he met the gaze of one such creation Copia had made for him. A gift that Secondo would cherish always, just like he planned to always cherish the small boy who made it. Snowbell’s ears clicked as they moved around, the mechanical rabbit rearing up onto its hind legs when two of Copia’s rats ran by. It soon dropped back down onto its feet, chasing after them around Secondo’s cabin.

He leaned back and closed his eyes, soaking in the sounds of his ship around him. Soaking in the warmth of being with his family, both old and new, as he began to drift off to sleep.

He didn’t feel lonely anymore.

~ Naps With Copia series masterpost ~

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donfermin · 8 days

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Why is F*brizio Rom*no in Cambiaso's comments??

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lesser-known-composers · 5 months

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Pietro Generali (1773-1832) - Magnificat per coro e orchestra

Performers: Orchestra Sinfonica di Praga, Eduardo Brizio, Coro della Radiotelevisione Ceka.

#Pietro Generali #magnificat #classical music #Youtube

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autolesionistra · 1 year

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Di turismo e misticismo

Premessa

Quando il secondogenito aveva due anni e mezzo siamo entrati in una chiesupola montana di 35 m² (ad esser larghi). Era la prima volta che entrava in una chiesa; mentre ci guardavamo intorno abbiamo sentito canticchiare “tanti auguli attè, tanti auguli attè” e ci siamo voltati giusto in tempo per vederlo soffiare sulle candele votive spegnendone una mezza dozzina davanti agli occhi inorriditi di una vecchina devota. Già dalla prima volta, portarlo in chiesa regala sempre qualche perla inaspettata.

Prima parte

Un inedito quanto gradito interesse del piccolo per gli affreschi del (meraviglioso) palazzo Farnese di Caprarola è culminato con l’arrivo alla stanza degli angeli, nella quale siamo stati sommersi di domande tecnico-teologiche su gerarchie e poteri angelici a cui eravamo tutto sommato impreparati. Dopo un momento di silenzio che ci aveva illusi di averla sfangata, se n’è uscito con “ma sono più forti, gli angeli, i jedi o i pokemon d’acqua?”. La royal rumble culturale che non ti aspetti. Il dibattito ha tenuto banco per tutta la visita ai giardini esterni del palazzo (che sono grandini) senza arrivare ad una vera conclusione, spodestato solo alla vista di una fontana piena di lenticchie d’acqua che ha fortunatamente spostato il focus su “sembra prato, ma è acqua!”.

Seconda parte

Nel duomo di Orvieto la (meravigliosa) cappella di San Brizio ha inevitabilmente riacceso un certo interesse per angeli e dintorni. È stato particolarmente complicato spiegare il concetto di giudizio universale “ma perché gli angeli suonano la tromba?” “per annunciare la fine del mondo” “vuoi dire la fine dell’inferno, sono angeli” “no no, quella del mondo” “perché fanno finire il mondo? ma allora sono cattivi!” e così via.

Di nuovo, un attimo di quiete è stato mal interpretato come conclusione del dibattito teologico, e mentre girellavamo nei sotterranei della cattedrale è arrivato a bruciapelo un “Ma dio esiste?” una signora che stava passando a distanza d’orecchio si ferma, ci guarda e fa “Domanda impegnativa! Quasi resto per sentire la risposta.”

La mia consorte non si scompone e inizia a rispondere che alcune persone ci credono, altre no, proseguendo con un excursus sulla pacifica convivenza di credenze molto più positivista di quello che sarei stato in grado di trasmettere io. Il fatto che l’esistenza di un essere divino possa essere oggetto di dibattito scuote dal torpore il pragmatico primogenito (fanciullo di poche parole prevalentemente a causa della logorrea del fratello) che in maniera molto tranchant-razionalista commenta “ma scusa, se una cosa esiste in qualche modo si vede e uno lo sa che esiste” inconsciamente citandomi uno dei momenti migliori di Tim Minchin e guadagnando la stima imperitura dal su’ babbo.

Non ricordo più come ma dopo qualche tempo il discorso si sposta sui reperti storici del museo del duomo e (inevitabilmente) cade sui pokemon e il piccolo decide di precisare che “i pokemon sono gli antenati dei dinosauri”. Commetto il grossolano errore di mettere in dubbio la veridicità storica di questa affermazione. Il piccolo s’incazza, ma di brutto. “Voi avete detto che se uno crede in dio va bene anche se voi non ci credete e io non devo credere che i pokemon siano gli antenati dei dinosauri! Ma se io ci voglio credere?” Attimi di smarrimento. Il ragionamento non fa una grinza. Valuto brevemente se tirare fuori la teiera di Russel. Desisto. I dinosauri da programma ministeriale si fanno in terza elementare, abbiamo ancora un annetto e mezzo prima di fare figure di merda con le maestre. “Ok, se questo è quello che vuoi credere, va bene”

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