#caecus-scientia

[themoodmaker]

cont. from here @caecus-scientia

    ❝ Are— are you sure? You don't need anything? ❞ It's things like this he just cannot let go of. Though Ignis' determination is admiring, the concern Prompto felt was almost 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆. If his heart beat any harder, it may just burst out of his chest. It's not the first time. Most likely not even the last time. He did care deeply for his friends.

    ❝ Looks painful . . . ❞

[ardynzunia]

@caecus-scientia  from here He had never been all that close to prince Arctus. The young man had come to Insomnia when Ignis was only five, shortly before he'd began looking after Noctis. He didn't have anything against him, he'd just never had much reason to spend much time with him, either.

Arctus did not have an easy time with the court. Even at a young age, that became quite apparent to anyone  who paid attention. Ignis felt a great deal of sympathy for him, but had little he could do to assist him. In meetings, when he had the chance, he tried to help, to speak in favor of the prince, but his word held little weight with the Council.

Perhaps that was why he didn't recognize the sound of the other man's footsteps when he heard them enter the training hall as he practiced, his knives flashing as they practically danced, chipping pieces off of a wooden target. He stepped around the target, and his foot landed on a practice sword left there, unnoticed just behind the dummy. He tripped backward, barely having the presence of mind to toss the daggers so he didn't hurt himself.

It was a rare mistake for him to make. And to make it worse, as he looked up, he saw that his slip had been witnessed. "Your Highness, forgive me-" He started to rise, only pausing briefly when Arctus held out a hand to help him up.  He took it - and froze as the world around them sprung into color suddenly enough to make him reel.

Ignis was an interesting person. Smart and clever but quiet, always at his little brother’s side on the few times they met. He’d always told himself he’d make sure to get to know him better later, and than time never seem to allow. Not too surprising, given both of their busy schedules. 

Still, he felt foolish for not trying harder when he took the man’s hand and the world lit up in color. Green eyes looking at him shock confirming the same had happened with Ignis. Arctus smiled, and glanced up at his hair. Just as red and vibrant as his mother used to tell him, when she talked about how impressive it would be for his Soul mate’s first sight. 

“Well, that’s a surprise!” He laughed, “You have lovely eyes, it’s a wonderful first sight to have in color.”

He double checked Ignis was alright, making sure he was steady from his fall.

“So uh, after you shower off would you like to get some coffee?” He asked, “I know from Noct Ebony is your favorite, but I know a great shop nearby if you like the fresh kind as well.”

[ringburdened]

soulmate prompts. -- [FOOTPRINTS | 🦶] Your soulmates leave coloured footprints only you can see.

@caecus-scientia said: [FOOTPRINTS | 🦶]

the first time he had seen the colored footprints and who they belonged to, he ignored them. it couldn't have been true. it must have been a trick of the light. there was no way that Ignis could be his soulmate. he didn't even really believe in the soulmate thing. yet the colored footprints kept appearing whenever he saw Ignis or spent time with him. what was he supposed to do with that? should he bring it up to Ignis? did Ignis see the same thing with his soulmate? was Noctis even his soulmate? what if Ignis had a different soulmate? did Noctis really want to mess that up by telling him? man, this was complicated.

eventually, Noctis figured it was better to just tell him about it and live with the consequences of it. what was the worst that could happen? he didn't really want to think about that question. with a deep sigh, he made his way over to Ignis and stopped before him. rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, he looked up at him and got right to the point, 『 ❝ uh, so listen, there's something I gotta tell you... I think you're my soulmate. ❞ 』 well according to whatever laws of the universe there was.

[saxhamsurvivor]

“ This isn’t food, it’s a war crime! “

"I think it's actually a fetish," Axis says thoughtfully, unable to tear his eyes from the horrors unfolding on the screen before them. "Why else peg the turkey with a block of cheddar?"

[altrxisme]

@caecus-scientia​ // cont. 

“Shucks, sir, no need ta add the mister in there. Just Mercure is fine.” The brunet chuckled as he smiled back at Ignis. Formalities and politeness aside, he preferred a more casual address with his fellow Crownsguard. But he still didn’t want to overstep, of course. “Even just Jackson is fine, if you’re comfortable with that.” 

“And you’re welcome. Just thought you’d like ta know.”

[dale-gekarios]

Latin Spell chants for BG3

I did not make this list! It was made by ExoZilla in r/BaldursGate3 but I wanted to share it here! This list is from early access, so it only has up to level 2 spells, but honestly the chants stay similar for higher level spells. Some of these might have also changed since EA so take that with a grain of salt, anywhere here’s the original post:

Disclaimer: I do not speak Latin. Some of my spelling/translations/syntax are going to be wrong. Most of them are from Wikipedia, random websites, and context clues. Also, if anyone knows the chants I wasn't able to translate/translate correctly, feel free to correct me.

Cantrips:

Fire Bolt- Ignis (Fire)

Ray of Frost- Glacies (Ice)

Acid Splash- Acido (Acid)

Blade Ward/Guidance/Thaumaturgy- Maior et Fortior ("Greater and Stronger")

Chill Touch- Timere ("Be afraid!")

Dancing Lights/Light/Produce Flame- Fiat Lux/Sol Invictus (“Let there be light”/“Unconquered sun”)

Eldritch Blast- Dolor* (Mental/Physical Pain)

Mage Hand- Veni et iuva me ("Come and help me!")

Poison Spray- Venenum (Poison)

Resistance- Resisto ("I resist")

Sacred Flame- Incende ("Set fire!")

Shillelagh/Flame Blade- Para bellum/Canto te ("prepare for war"/"I enchant you”)

Shocking Grasp- Fulgor (Levin or flash)

Thorn Whip- Flagellum, Flagello/ ?? verum (to flagellate, whip/"?? sweep")

True Strike- N/A

Friends- N/A

1st level Spells:

Armor of Agathys/Barkskin/Bless/Enhance Ability/Jump/Mage Armor/Shield of Faith- Macte virtute ("Be blessed with virtue")

Arms of Hadar/Inflict Wounds- Morere ("Die!")

Animal Friendship- Obedi me/Obeus temeum lupum ("Obey me"/??)

Bane/Ray of Enfeeblement- Tu est nihil (“You are nothing”)

Burning Hands/Scorching Ray- Ardere (To burn)

Charm Person- Impero te/Tempora muntante ("I rule you”/“Temporary change”?)

Color Spray/Blindness- Te occludo oculos/Caecus te("I blind your eyes"/"I blind you")

Command/Ensnaring Strike/Sleep- Impero tibi (“I rule you”)

Create Water- Lues/Aqua pura (Plague, pestilence?/“Clean water”)

Cure Wounds/Healing Word- Te curo/Vis medicatrix* (“I cure you”/"healing power")

Destroy Water- Arescere/Arere decimos ("Become dry"/"Become ten times as dry"?)

Disguise self- Mutatis mutandis/Omnia mutatio (“With things changed that should be changed”/“Change it all”)

Dissonant Whispers- Dolor ("Mental/Physical Pain")

Entangle- Voco vinae/Vinum est et gloriat ("I call forth vines"/??)

Faerie Fire- Te video/Ubi est ("I see you”/“Where are you?”)

False Life/Aid- Vitae extollato/Dum vita est spes est ("Life raised"?/"While there is life, there is hope")

Feather Fall- Non fit injura/Se neme ("There will be no injury/harm"/??)

Find Familiar/Goodberry/Moonbeam- Ex textura (“Weave from the outside”?)

Fog Cloud- Voco nubes ("I call forth clouds")

Grease- Voco arvina ("I call forth grease")

Guiding Bolt- Facula/Flagra ("Little torch"/"Blaze/be inflamed")**

Hail of Thorns- Dia denum (??)

Hellish Rebuke/Flaming Sphere/Spike Growth- Ira et dolor ("Wrath and pain")

Hex- Maledicus/Te exsecror (Abusive, scurrilous/“I curse you”)

Hunter’s Mark- Est praedae mae/Mos certa (“You are my prey”/"Certain death"?)

Longstrider/Expeditious Retreat- Proprae/Ocior/Citium (??)

Magic Missile- Tormentum (a piece of artillery/missile)

Protection from Good and Evil- Tueor/vincit qui patitur (To watch over, protect/“he conquers who endures”)

Ray of Sickness- Inficio ("Infect")

Speak with Animals- Amicus animales/Loqui ut tibi placet (“friend of animals“/“To speak as you please”?)

Tasha’s Hideous Laughter- Rezum teniates??/Reza sabuntat?? (??)

Thunderwave/Shatter- Detono (Thunder/"Expend one's thunder")

Witch Bolt- Harures (??)

*Non-Tav/NPC exclusive line

2nd level spells:

Blur- Incomodo?/Nullus sui ("Inconvenient"?/"None of him/her/them")

Darkness- Tenebrum/Umbra (Darkness/Shadow)

Darkvision- Lux en tenebra/Secretum curaro (“Light in darkness”/??)

Detect Thoughts- Video veritatem/Virtus est scientia (“I see the truth”/“Virtue is knowledge”)

Hold Person- Non movere/Ad lapide (“You do not move”/“To stone!”)

Invisibility/Pass Without a Trace- Evanesco/Invisibilis (To vanish, disappear/ self-explanatory)

Lesser Restoration- Te absolvo/Vincere est vivere (“I absolve you”/“To conquer is to live”)

Melf’s Acid Arrow- Dissolvae (Self-explanatory)

Mirror Image- Fronte nulla vides/Mundus vult decipi ("No faith in the front"?/“The world wants to be deceived”)

Misty Step- Inveniam viam/Ad alibi (“I will find a way”/"To elsewhere")

Prayer of Healing- Fiat voluntas Dei/Ad maiorem Dei gloriam (“May God’s will be done”/“For the greater glory of God”)

Protection from Poison- Résistance venenum (“resist venom/poison”)

Silence- Silencio (Self-explanatory)

Web- Voco arenea ("I call forth a spider's web")

[stephanie-roberts]

A list of Latin spell chants collected by ExoZilla on r/BaldursGate3

Useful recourse for RP and fanfiction writers

Disclaimer: I do not speak Latin.

Cantrips:

Fire Bolt- Ignis (Fire)

Ray of Frost- Glacies (Ice)

Acid Splash- Acido (Acid)

Blade Ward/Guidance/Thaumaturgy- Maior et Fortior ("Greater and Stronger")

Chill Touch- Timere ("Be afraid!")

Dancing Lights/Light/Produce Flame- Fiat Lux/Sol Invictus (“Let there be light”/“Unconquered sun”)

Eldritch Blast- Dolor* (Mental/Physical Pain)

Mage Hand- Veni et iuva me ("Come and help me!")

Poison Spray- Venenum (Poison)

Resistance- Resisto ("I resist")

Sacred Flame- Incende ("Set fire!")

Shillelagh/Flame Blade- Para bellum/Canto te ("prepare for war"/"I enchant you”)

Shocking Grasp- Fulgor (Levin or flash)

Thorn Whip- Flagellum, Flagello/ ?? verum (to flagellate, whip/"?? sweep")

True Strike- N/A

Friends- N/A

1st level Spells:

Armor of Agathys/Barkskin/Bless/Enhance Ability/Jump/Mage Armor/Shield of Faith- Macte virtute ("Be blessed with virtue")

Arms of Hadar/Inflict Wounds- Morere ("Die!")

Animal Friendship- Obedi me/Obeus temeum lupum ("Obey me"/??)

Bane/Ray of Enfeeblement- Tu est nihil (“You are nothing”)

Burning Hands/Scorching Ray- Ardere (To burn)

Charm Person- Impero te/Tempora muntante ("I rule you”/“Temporary change”?)

Color Spray/Blindness- Te occludo oculos/Caecus te("I blind your eyes"/"I blind you")

Command/Ensnaring Strike/Sleep- Impero tibi (“I rule you”)

Create Water- Lues/Aqua pura (Plague, pestilence?/“Clean water”)

Cure Wounds/Healing Word- Te curo/Vis medicatrix* (“I cure you”/"healing power")

Destroy Water- Arescere/Arere decimos ("Become dry"/"Become ten times as dry"?)

Disguise self- Mutatis mutandis/Omnia mutatio (“With things changed that should be changed”/“Change it all”)

Dissonant Whispers- Dolor ("Mental/Physical Pain")

Entangle- Voco vinae/Vinum est et gloriat ("I call forth vines"/??)

Faerie Fire- Te video/Ubi est ("I see you”/“Where are you?”)

False Life/Aid- Vitae extollato/Dum vita est spes est ("Life raised"?/"While there is life, there is hope")

Feather Fall- Non fit injura/Se neme ("There will be no injury/harm"/??)

Find Familiar/Goodberry/Moonbeam- Ex textura (“Weave from the outside”?)

Fog Cloud- Voco nubes ("I call forth clouds")

Grease- Voco arvina ("I call forth grease")

Guiding Bolt- Facula/Flagra ("Little torch"/"Blaze/be inflamed")**

Hail of Thorns- Dia denum (??)

Hellish Rebuke/Flaming Sphere/Spike Growth- Ira et dolor ("Wrath and pain")

Hex- Maledicus/Te exsecror (Abusive, scurrilous/“I curse you”)

Hunter’s Mark- Est praedae mae/Mos certa (“You are my prey”/"Certain death"?)

Longstrider/Expeditious Retreat- Proprae/Ocior/Citium (??)

Magic Missile- Tormentum (a piece of artillery/missile)

Protection from Good and Evil- Tueor/vincit qui patitur (To watch over, protect/“he conquers who endures”)

Ray of Sickness- Inficio ("Infect")

Speak with Animals- Amicus animales/Loqui ut tibi placet (“friend of animals“/“To speak as you please”?)

Tasha’s Hideous Laughter- Rezum teniates??/Reza sabuntat?? (??)

Thunderwave/Shatter- Detono (Thunder/"Expend one's thunder")

Witch Bolt- Harures (??)

*Non-Tav/NPC exclusive line

2nd level spells:

Blur- Incomodo?/Nullus sui ("Inconvenient"?/"None of him/her/them")

Darkness- Tenebrum/Umbra (Darkness/Shadow)

Darkvision- Lux en tenebra/Secretum curaro (“Light in darkness”/??)

Detect Thoughts- Video veritatem/Virtus est scientia (“I see the truth”/“Virtue is knowledge”)

Hold Person- Non movere/Ad lapide (“You do not move”/“To stone!”)

Invisibility/Pass Without a Trace- Evanesco/Invisibilis (To vanish, disappear/ self-explanatory)

Lesser Restoration- Te absolvo/Vincere est vivere (“I absolve you”/“To conquer is to live”)

Melf’s Acid Arrow- Dissolvae (Self-explanatory)

Mirror Image- Fronte nulla vides/Mundus vult decipi ("No faith in the front"?/“The world wants to be deceived”)

Misty Step- Inveniam viam/Ad alibi (“I will find a way”/"To elsewhere")

Prayer of Healing- Fiat voluntas Dei/Ad maiorem Dei gloriam (“May God’s will be done”/“For the greater glory of God”)

Protection from Poison- Résistance venenum (“resist venom/poison”)

Silence- Silencio (Self-explanatory)

Web- Voco arenea ("I call forth a spider's web")

[astralbcrn]

@caecus-scientia cont. from here

Bahamut didn't care much for the people who weren't of the Lucis Caelum line and even those he only entertained because of their importance to the fate of Eos. Ignis Scientia had looked after the Chosen King ever since they were both children and to this day he was still dedicated. The boy was smart and diligent – everything one could want from an advisor.

He was clever enough to be wary of him, but curious enough to listen. "It has recently come to my attention that very few people know that the Prince has a duty beyond being the next in line to rule Lucis," Noctis had been told by the little Oracle, but Bahamut had to wonder if they boy even remembered that. It wouldn't surprise him, since Regis rarely mentioned it.

"There are few people closer to him than you. Why, one might even believe that you share a stronger bond with the Prince than he does with his own father."

[sylleblosscm]

@caecus-scientia​:

✂ reverse

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Symbol Starters [accepting]

✂ - for my muse to rescue yours from danger (+rev)

Luna’s eyes open into a blueish blur. It is instinct alone that drives her to pick herself up from the ground, but she cannot manage anything more than a twitch of the fingers. 

 Leviathan is awoken and Noctis has doubtlessly received her blessing by now. But something...something went horribly wrong; that much, Luna can remember. Everything beyond that remains lost to her. She hasn’t any idea where she is - only that the ground is cold and hard; she hasn’t any idea what is happening to her - and nor does she wish to wonder. She should have met her end at Leviathan. Her flesh was failing, her duty to remain unfulfilled in life. Yet she can hardly imagine death to be quite so uncomfortable. 

 A reflection of light calls to her the image of a knife. The Chancellor - he was here too, right? The Empire had meant to disrupt the Blessing, but he’d had motivations all his own. And Noctis...Noctis was...

 ❝Noctis.❞ She must get the Ring to him, or all this will be for naught. Luna tries again to move, this time managing nominal success. She lifts a shaking hand, blinking several times, only now conscious enough to see the form standing over her. It is a silhouette she doesn’t recognise at first, but something in her heart of hearts tells her this person is a friend. She reaches out, not getting far before her hand drops again. 

[monarchborn]

@caecus-scientia cont. from here

"If you are on the case, Ignis, then I do not doubt it," Regis replied, though he recognised that look on the boy's face. His son had done something again, it seemed, which didn't come as a surprise. Regis would call it his rebel face, but for Noctis to even ignore Ignis... well, it was certainly concerning.

"What did my son do this time?" he questioned, honestly preferring to just know so he knew what to prepare for. Ignis must forget that he had known him since he was a child – he may wish to hide things from him, but some things he had gotten good at recognising in his old age.

[galahdborn]

@caecus-scientia cont. from here

Nyx had thought that the guy seemed awfully familiar. Ignis Scientia, advisor and right hand to the future King of Lucis, but more importantly... "You're the guy who sometimes uses the citadel kitchen, right?" He should've recognised that ass anywhere – but he had only seen the guy twice before and those two times he had been wearing an apron.

He shook the other's hand, offering a smile: "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ignis. I'm Nyx Ulric, but I have a feeling you already knew that." He was pretty sure it was the guy's job to know. "Does that mean you'll be joining us for this training session or? I don't think I've seen you guys at them before," you guys referring to the Prince's retinue, of course.

[ardynzunia]

@caecus-scientia​  from here A small smile curved his lips as he turned to look over toward the prince. He liked Arctus. He had a great amount of respect him. And yet, there were times when even Ignis fell victim to a little bit of whimsy.

"I tried out Noct's theory of sleeping on a book to learn via osmosis," he said dryly.

No, he'd just read the book.

Arctus snorted. He didn’t mind a good joke at his expense. 

“You’ve got to teach me that trick then,” He laughed. “Might free up my schedule a bit.”

[ringburdened]

miscellaneous sentences. --

@caecus-scientia said: "i hate the fact that you wore a football jersey to dinner."

『 ❝ what? it's comfortable. besides, I didn't have anything else to wear so I just grabbed this. it fits better then any of those fancy shirts I have to wear sometimes. ❞ 』 was there just the slightest evidence of a pout upon his lips? yes. yes there was. would he apologize for it? no. he hated having to wear anything fancy when he didn't absolutely have to. it wasn't like him wearing a jersey to dinner would mean the end of the world.

『 ❝ I don't see what the problem is. people wear this stuff all the time, don't they? why can't I? ❞ 』 was he being particularly stubborn? perhaps. but Ignis ought to be used to it by now, dealing with Noctis as long as he had.

[painedprince]

@caecus-scientia

“I-Ignis!” Noctis frowned, going into puppy dog eyes. “Iggy... My first friend, my most loyal advisor-”

Okay, he couldn’t keep it up. “...You’d look really cute in a maid dress...”

[ardensaltius]

@caecus-scientia from here

Ignis had served the kingdom of Lucis since he was young, when he had become a retainer for the prince. The young man, with his ties to both Tenebrae and Lucis was a bridge between the two countries - two countries that were both struggling. Even when an injury left him scarred and blinded, Ignis had continued to serve his King, relearning how to fight and to fitting himself into strategic positions, aiding in the movement of troops as the war continued and escalated. But it became quite apparent that it was a losing battle, and it was only a matter of time before some concessions had to be made, when peace was offered with certain caveats.

One of which was the arranged marriage of Ignis Scientia, advisor and tactician to King Nocts and General Glauca, the Commander of Niflheim’s army. A strategic demand indeed for Niflheim, removing the advisor from his king’s side.

It had been agreed that they go to neutral territory for their first meeting, at the very least. That was why Ignis was in Altissia, dark glasses firmly in place as he sat at a cafe near the edge of the canal, smelling the crisp salt air and sipping idly at a cup of coffee, his cane leaning against the chair beside him. He had only seen Glauca in his armor before, years ago before the injury that took his sight, and now he could only imagine the man strolling through the canals in that armor. Bitter though he was over the circumstances, the mental image still brought a faint smirk to his lips.

Titus strolled quietly through the streets of Altissia, focused and serious. He had not been particularly thrilled about his impending marriage. But well, from what he knew of Ignis, and what little he’d seen of the man.

He was sharp, and rather attractive, scars and blinding or not. He had little doubt that his marriage would be stimulating, at least. The younger man would probably try to find a way to wring advantage out for his king, or something from Titus, regardless.

Particularly given that, in the interest of peace, King Noctis had managed to lobby for their mutual retirement here, in Altissia, while they were wed. Away from the bustle of both their nations, away from being able to apply themselves fully to their former tasks.

Despite his initial objections , he’d agreed, and an end to the war was good all around. It’d been taxing the Empire’s resources for years. 

He arrived at the cafe and found the adviser at a table already, and ordered himself a cup of coffee and a small pastry, before walking over to find the man smirking. “Is there a particular reason you are smirking Scientia? Or simply smug to hear me walking a civilian’s gait, instead of marching on you in armor?” he asked, voice bland.

[nightcrowned]

@caecus-scientia || x

It was not easy for Noctis. Everything that happened, he tried to push aside, not to think about it. But Ignis was there every day, every day right before his eyes. He never asked how the Elder is, how he copes, whether he could help him in any way. Of course, Noctis did not take it for granted that Ignis wanted to continue as before. It was more about Noctis being scared. Fear that Ignis blamed him. Fear that he should have done better.

Noct swallowed, his fingers still tracing the lines of the scars. “I’m sorry Ignis...” A whisper, hushed words with the intention to hold back the tears.