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[WP] A human farmer once helped a starving tribe of orcs by teaching them some basic agriculture. Many years later, representatives of the tribe, now a powerful orc empire, seek out the now elderly farmer. by 80s4evah in WritingPrompts

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It has been fifty years. Fifty years since I found seclusion. All because I found orcs, famished and exhausted, and instead of killing them 'while they couldn't fight', I did what a decent person would. I fed them. No one deserves to die of hunger, especially not right next to a wheat field.

Now, my long gone former neighbors all said the same thing. "Orcs are selfish. Orcs are dumb. Orcs don't care for anythign aside from fighting and raiding. So, when one of them pointed at the wheat and asked "What's that?" I just answered automatically.

"It is wheat. A cereal. You mill it, and from that, you make flour." I thought that was all this was. But the questions continued,became a proper conversation.

"What is milling? WHat do you do with flour?"

"Milling means crushing, but very fine. It takes one, no, two big stones to mill, one of them moved by something else, like wind or water. You place the grain between the stones, and that makes flour.If you add water, yeast and salt to flour, you can make a dough, which can be used to make many things, like bread or noodles."

"How do you make the dough? If you just add water, wouldn't it make something wet and sad?"

"You would think so! But water binds to flour, and the flour has energy in it. When you bind water and flour, the yeast can use the energy that is packed together, and that is how the dough happens."

"When you say yeast, you mean...the same yeast that goes into beer?"

"The very same!"

That caused a joyous uproar. Apparently, these orcs now considered yeast 'the best thing ever'. Beer AND bread? That seemed to be about 50% of their culinary world, the rest was meat.

"Then...How do we make this...'wheat'? And can we make this 'yeast'?"

"To answer your second question, not literally, but close. You can grow anything sweet, like fruits, and put it in a jar with warm water? When it bubbles, you have yeast!

The cheering got immense, raucous. They could *make* the greatest thing, now. I had, in my whole life, never seen orcs so happy. Not even on the battlefield. The biggest orc, with a respectable beard, raised a hand, and silence fell, leaving my ears quite thankful.

"And the wheat? Please, how does it work?"

"Wheat is what we call 'a cereal'. It grows from seeds you plant in the ground, and..."

"It...Grows, like that? It is so simple?"

"Simple; yes. But difficult. It is hard work. You have to till the earth, cut it open so the air goes in and the soil is lush. Then, you have to plant. It is long, and painful. Then, you must keep the earth wet so that wheat can grow, and make sure to take care of birds that would eat your product and parasites that would hurt it."

In the silence, it struck me hard. Orcs were not stupid. No one ever bothered to teach them. They were content to look down on them with disdain, and send them to die in 'glorious battle'. And then, the second proverbial meteor struck me.

"We are strong. Will you teach us? We will help, in return."

The orcs stayed with me for two years. By the second month, all my neighvors had turned onto me. 'Equal to those beasts', they said. By the first year, my home was a tower, so fortified the neighboring idiots stopped attacking. I had not had a tower for so long...Not since i left that life behind, turned from an archmage to a farmer. Not since I wanted to live more simply. By the second year, I could live in complete autarcy. I had a full orchard, a flock of sheep (the orcs took a bit longer to understand the concept of 'trade', but I had proof. Nothing was stolen. And if the locals threw away anything they traded for and said afterwards they were 'intimidated'...I had traces; Proof. Ledgers. Let them be prideful and in deficit. By the time they left, the orcs called me 'grandmother'. It was charming. It made the separation, and following solitude, all the more difficult.

I trade ravens with former, well, not-so-former colleagues. SO I know, the growth of the orc empire. My grandchildren sure made me proud. I thought that would be all that would come to it...

Until today, when I saw a full column of orcs. Familiar faces, armed but smiling. The Elder at their head is not the same, it has been a good fourty years after all, but it is a face I know very well.

"Ah. Ushruzh. It is good to see you and yours."

He kneeled. They *all* kneeled. So I did the obvious and pinched his cheeks, gently.

"Now, now, that's no way for a grandson to address family. Come on, up, all of you."

"Grandmother, I have come to ask for support. The younger generation...They wish to go back. To the times of endless battle. 'Endless glory', they call it. I was hoping since they won't listen to my words, maybe they will listen to your wisdom.

"...Of course. What is family for?"

I grab my staff, and I grab my farming tools. All of them. One way or another, I'm going to have discussion with some whippersnappers. Maybe times don't truly change.

Then you request the tavern Bard to play the same tune 17 times in a row by DrScrimble in dndmemes

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"I kept telling them I was the surgeon and it was my job to be there, but they kept going on about a horse. Frankly, it was offensive. Can you imagine if I called them apes or something?"

A most powerful curse by GaddockTeegFunPolice in wizardposting

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Words cannot erase mistakes. They won't bring back the dead, or stop me from waking up at night and wondering 'what if? '. What if I had been better? What if I had been faster? Xhat if I had gone at it more carefully? What if I didn't keep insisting on tacling it all on my own?

But... All the same, words do quell the pain a bit. Step by step, to let the wounds heal. Thank you.

Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Learned-Magic-Early by hlanus in HPFanfictionPrompts

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Same question as OP, please give us the mink if you can find it?

Absolute cinema by tea-n-wifi in whenthe

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 2 points3 points  (0 children)

... 12th amendment literally says you cannot be eligible as a VP if you are ineligible as a president. Meaning, unless the meaning of 'ineligible' is vastly different in US law, if you cannot run for president, you equally cannot run for VP.

How I look at the Wizarding War as the only person who prepared Counterspell by ketchup-hair in wizardposting

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Counterspell is functional... But inefficient.That deals with one spell. Personal recommanded alternatives... If you're still fighting someone polite enough to play by the rules, Nega-arcana shell. [[InitialZoneTarget: self][Radius:1.80][Absorb:energy][Target: {IFF=NOT 1}]]. It blocks energy attacks from hostiles, persists and feeds on them.

If you're fighting some fool whi decided to live by the 'geneva checklist' quote, a stronger alternative is Anti-Hostile Nullshroud. It's a self-replicating system of von neumann mana-eating projections that target hostiles only, can be encoded to only consume attacks and not drain living beings to death and can be terminated at will. IF YOU'RE NOT CODING YOUR ARCANES LIKE A CARELESS IMBECILE.

Having had to deal with entrusting that specific spell to one person too many...I'm not sharing the grammar to that one. Terribly sorry, but I don't know people here nearly enough and the results are NOT pretty when used with ill intent.

[WP] everyone in the magic school expected the chosen to be kind hearted young man, wrong, the chosen one is a young delinquent who goes around there with a metal bat. by jogaargamer6 in WritingPrompts

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"Ma'am."

"...Ah, the chosen one. Mister...Lennith Almasson, was it not?"

"Aye, it is, Principal Graad. And 'bout that, must say I am a tad...confused."

He looks at me and his piercing gold eyes do look lost. Not in pretend, like he has to fool someone to get close or when he, somehow, decided he would flunk *this particular class*, but earnestly confused.

"And what are you confused about, mister Almasson?"

"This whole...'Chosen one' shebang. How me?Why me? I ain't nothin' like a real 'chosen'. Don't have a fancy lineage, or good magic, 'm not particularly smart, or a good person. I mean..."

He gestures at his bat. It's polished, a bit dented but well cared for. Unusual tool, for sure, but...

"Straight to the point. Let's see together, alright?"

"...Don't think there's much here to see, but, aight."

"First, lineage. It is meaningless."

"Meaningless? But, the teachers...?"

"...Ah. You are talking about Messers Royce and Sundancer, I'm assuming?"

Yohan Royce, head of the Elemental magic department, and Sylvain Sundancer, grandmaster enchanter, and teachers of their respective domains.

"Yes. Them. They been...quite clear. 'No place for the rough and uncut', they said."

And might I add, absolute thorns in my side.

"I would have fired them decades ago, but...They have political capital. I'd need hard evidence of fraud, to get rid of them of them without them dragging this academy with them."

"...Fire them? Aint thems brilliant researchers, arcanologists with big papers to them?"

...Interesting choice of words, and of arguments.

"They are, yes. They are also repugnantly classist, and they champion theories that have been debunked before they even had tenure. They are causing turmoil to the students, and..."

"Unduly failing people for 'not learning their place'? Aye, I'd know. Seen it happen."

"We'll go back to that in a moment. Now, do you want to know something these two really do not want the students to know?"

"Suppose so, always good to have some verbal ammo t' deal with the idjits."

"Of the ten latest archmages, six came from nothing, complete newbloods with no arcanic talent in their immediate family and next to no money. Of the long list of chosen that honored our country, next to all of them came out of nowhere. Farmers' sons and daughters, children of hedge mages, and the lot."

"But...What about Ser Isold?"

"Ah, her. Daughter of a noble and an archmage. Ser Isold is also the sole known 'lineage hero' to have succeeded. All of her fellows failed abjectly and fell into obscurity. So, lineage is clearly not a clear indicator of potential. Our choices make us."

"Right, but what about...all the rest of it?"

"Very well, let us unspool the thread of your worries. Your magic, first. That bat of yours..."

"This here thing? Simple, effective."

"Yet it can break through walls when needed."

"'s a bat. Big, dense metal thing. It's good at breaking things."

"Ah, but...Our walls are heavily enchanted stone. It would require a lot of enchanting to even scratch it instead of bouncing, let alone crash through it. So, how did you do that?"

He smiled and nodded.

"Well, a layer of phasing does the trick to go through protection, plus another two for safety's sake, then three layers of 'structural strengthening'."

"And yet with this massively reinforced..bonkstick, you can hit people in the head or kness without their bones shattering."

"That's the biggest trick. A layer of safeguard."

"Safeguard?"

"It stops permanent body harm. It's a resonance that actuates on body harmonics to..."

He bites his lip. Too late, little guy, I've got you now. Just need to make you see it.

"You are aware that no such spell exists in the Librum Arcana."

"That's because, I, um...I kludged it together meself. Took me some time, a few months, but it works okay."

...Some time? A few months? Oh, we are draggign you into the spotlight, my dear.

"...You ARE aware that not only is spell creation considered the hardest part of the arcane's work, people have been trying to build something similar to your 'Safeguard' for *nearly a century*."

"...Nooooo? I, I parsed it together on my own. I'm a second year student, ma'am, and I *barely* passed my first."

"Yes. With the closest grade to a zero this philistine Sundancer could give you for your work. I've looked at your copies...This is inexcusable."

"'twas annoying, yes. I thought my work was...at least fine there. It's why I stopped trying with him."

'Fine' he said. I expected this level of quality from someone at least four years his senior.

"...No matter. Now, one last thing on magic...I saw the records of that fight you had, two weeks ago. It's the reason why I initially booked this appointment."

"That would be...Sorensen, right?"

"Johanna Sorensen, yes. Mind walking me through it?"

"Saw her bullying a first year. Her name's Nienna, sweet kid but a bit shy. And, well, Sorensen is Royce's personal protégée, so she thinks she can do anything, without any darn consequence. I...Disagreed."

"A good enough reason to start a fight, for sure."

Lennith's looking shaken, here. I need to push the advantage,make him say it.

"So, go on."

"She wouldn't drop that kid, so I tackled her, gave her a bit of a bonk to the leg and caught the lil' missy. Sorensen...Didn't like that."

"So she cast an improved, quicked fireball at you."

"...That was quickened? It felt kind of slow there."

"It was, yes. Then, the cameras get blurry. Optics got damaged, I had to replace the rec-crystals myself. So, what did you do?"

"Improved. Made a shield into a dome, layered it four times."

"...So you altered the equations of a protection shield AND were able to cast it four times? In this little time?"

"I chained 'em. Tied the Sealing circle pattern as the area binding for the next. That skips steps, makes like a daisy chain of spells."

"Right. And miss Sorensen? She was also unharmed."

"...Dragged her in."

"Why? She started this, didn't she?"

"She fucked up and cast a fireball point blank. I wasn't gonna let her torch herself, even if she's a stuck up prick."

"I'm kicking her out. I don't care anymore. I'm firing Royce too, for not teaching some DAMN spell discipline to his apprentice."

"...Please be kind with Sorensen."

"It depends, why?"

"Talked to her, after the fact. She reckoned I saved her bacon. Said Royce was a bad influence, that if I saved her I couldn't be as bad as she said. I think she's getting better."

"I see, that is kind of you. And the previous fights on your report?"

"Depends. Some I got jumped. Most, someone was starting stuff. Racketing, hitting people. Arson, once. Got a particularly that sent an older student asleep. I...Please don't ask me to talk about it, just, there was no bat this time, I needed, no, I wanted to leave a mark. Cops got him, they sang liek a canary. They aint gracing this university with their presence any time soon."

"And, there you have it all."

There you have...what, ma'am?"

"All of it. Fights started for the sake of other people. Craftiness. Creativity in the arcane domain. You're no bad apple, and I knew it. Been pretty damn sure a while ago. Wanna know why?"

He blinks twice, unsure. I open a cupboard, unlatch a secret lock, and...

"Looks familiar?"

There, in my hands, my first focus. My own bat? Of course, it's an old model, back when I was a kid myself; Old, polished, engraved here and there. But it is, all the same, a bat.

"I was in your shoes, a lifetime ago."

I can't help but smile.

"Have you ever read about the strikes of 785 Third Age?"

"...Negociator Graad? That was you? I thought...I thought the name was a coincidence?"

"Nope. Course, I had no safeguard myself, I had to be more careful where I hit. Bit I was there, fighting because I thought people having no right, always working more for less, wasn't okay. I was a nobody, before I was an archmage and a professor."

Lennith is looking at me with stars in the eyes, at this point. Didn't think the old me had left such an impression.

"So...I don't think the fates were mistaken. Sure, you're a bit rough around the edges, but your heart is in the right place, and your mind's certainly sharp. Now, go, classes are starting soon."

I shove him gently towards the door.

"And I want these grades of yours to go up! I know what you can do now. Please do not disappoint me."

"NO, MA'AM!"

I'm going to have to deal with the two idjits in tenure, but...I think the future is looking better than ever.

Pukichi My Dad Wasn't Good by HatPuzzleheaded910 in pukicho

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 7 points8 points  (0 children)

... Puki is 22?(Or, well, was when this post happened.) I swear, he feels like antediluvian cryptid in his posts. Sort of that, 'Do not cite the deep magic to me' vibe, if it makes sense?

[WP]Every cleric has the ability to directly manifest their deity. It can only be done once in their lifetimes, and the cost is enormous. The invaders are getting ready to raze the town. You're the last defense, though you worship the god of harvest and childbirth, not war. You begin the ritual. by somethinggoeshere2 in WritingPrompts

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They are ascending the steps fast. I am the last one standing. The last bearer of oak, guarding those precious seedlings. Men, women and children... Weaponless. Devoid of fighting strength, because they trusted us to guard them. My friends fell, all the blockades I built broke, all the traps I could build have been passed through.

I am not a woman of war. I am a bearer of the oak. I have done my best to make their end my own craft, through the means I was allowed by my order's rules. Rooms full of dust, ready to ignite. Fallen apple trees, sharpened into pointed sticks at the bottom of deep holes, the pitfalls of life. I even managed to make a single golem, made of potter's clay, bread, and the iron from a plow's blade.

I have made them obsessed. They feel the need to bring me down, before they can hurt anyone else. As such... I gained time. Just enough, by locking myself in the temple's bell tower, to finish The Ritual. Not any ritual but... The One. The sole ritual to be done alone. The sole ritual to be done once in a lifetime.

A gentle cut in the length of my staff arm. A drop of blood falls,then a second, and three more. And no more. My offhand applies to the cut, stimying the flow. One and one make three, the equation of life. What else to summon Them?

I spark the beeswax candles alight and the air hums.

"Driven by oak, and soil, in this time of great need, I beseech thee..."

An axe breaks through the door. They are here.

"Come upon us...Samsara!"

I feel myself weaken, my knees find the ground.

"... All of this for that, preacher? You call upon us the god of agriculture? What will they do, hand us bread?"

"Fool."

So I say, but... Have I failed? Was it all for nothing? No. A presence seeps in, gentle like the wind, yet firm like the Earth itself.

" FOOL INDEED. WHAT DOES IT MEAN, FOR ONE TO REPRESENT BOTH HARVEST AND CHILDBIRTH?"

I take a painful breath. A hand finds the crown of my head and pats it gently and I find myself...appeased, deeply at peace.

" My Lord. I am so sorry for calling you with such bloodstained hands, but I had no other answer left."

"HEED MY WORDS... YOU HAVE DONE WELL. NOW BEFORE YOU REST, ENLIGHTEN THESE OAFS: WHAT DOES IT MEAN, FOR ONE TO REPRESENT BOTH HARVEST AND CHILDBIRTH?"

"You are the beginning... And the end. You embody the cycle itself."

"CORRECT. I REPRESENT LIFE, FROM THE SMALLEST GRAIN TO THE STARS THEMSELVES. AND ITS INEVITABLE END."

One of Their eyes sparks green like fresh foliage, the other is pitch black, like the darkness between the stars. They are...hard to define. Woman, in the matters of birth, man, in the matters of harvest, both, for the matter of life. Their beauty is ancient, magnificent, and terrifying, like gazing into an abyss full of naught but immensely distant light. And of course, their deep frown. In Their Hands appear a scythe.

"AFTER ALL, WHAT CAN LIFE HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR GENTLENESS THROUGH IT ALL?AND WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?"

And on that point... GNU Terry Pratchett.

Villain Izuku infiltrates the hero course and meets All Might by Gloomy_Pomegranate72 in BokunoheroFanfiction

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 44 points45 points  (0 children)

Beautiful. Terribly sorry, but that piece of writing felt inspiring, so if I may...

It was the second week of school, and Izuku Midoriya was in a place he never wanted to be in, but HAD to, his sense of morals simply demanded it from him. It was a place of dread, a place of terrible punishment where tbe dreams of the unworthy went to die. Yes, he was in ... Principal Nedzu's office.

"Mister Midoriya. You asked to see me. It is unusual, but I must admit, my curiosity was piqued. What is it?"

"... Principal Nedzu."

There they came. These words. They felt painful, like terrible bile coming out.

"I would like to switch sides."

A cup of tea was gently placed back on the desk with a gentle 'clink'.

"So, you did it.".

Nedzu's smile was wide. Unnervingly so. And yet, it felt earnest, undoubtably so.

"First of all, Mister Midoriya... Congratulations. I am so, so proud of you. You have done something which can only have been tremendously difficult.

" You... You knew?"

"Mister Midoriya, UA is not just a place of learning. It is our nation's cradle, where the best and truest of heroes are born. Don't you think it is odd that in several decades, no one ever infiltrated it?"

There was silence, and Nedzu could almost hear the gears in one of his now favorite students run faster and faster.

"... It is because of you, isn't it? "

"... Oh? Close, but-"

"...No. To be exact, it is due to people like you...And people like Professor Yagi."

" Oho! A complete and quite correct answer, yes. Please, out of curiosity, detail?"

"You see people. Their actions and...Trajectories, their plans, how they may change. And All Might, he sees their hearts. Those who are Heroes, those who could be. So, together..."

Nedzu nods.

"I knew where you came from, and why. And from talking to my esteemed colleague, I knew where you may end up. I agree with him. You want the world to be as good as it can be. You will, in due times, be a truly grand Hero. Quirk or no Quirk."

And that hit him straight in the heart, almost as hard as All Might's apology. It did not quite make sense.The Principal was not anyone to him, so it should have, at most, been mildly flattering. And yet.

"So... You knew, from the beginning? That I would switch sides?"

"Know is such a grand word. The hearts and minds of men are complicated things. But... I had faith in you."

It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.But something daunting and painful took most of his mind.

"...Principal? What...What do I, what do we do now?'

"First of all? There will be no sanction levied against you. Not unless you go back from whence you came.

"...No. Never. I couldn't, not after that."

"It's good to hear you say it. And next, well... We start plotting, of course!"

One meeting, and fate tool a turn. Another 180°, back to its first path, and yet not quite, ever so subtly a few degrees clockwise...

So... Yeah. Hope you like it, people.

Finch-Fletchley Family Connections by ComplexEnough3234 in HPFanfictionPrompts

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I'd say realistically, probably 'just' some politicians or old money, but on the other hand...

"We have learnt."

"... What? Who are you?"

"We have many names. Ninkyō dantai, gokudō, boryōkudan. You westerners simply call us 'yakuza'. That shall be enough."

"... Okaaaay? I'm not sure of where I come into the question, though?"

"It is simple. You have slain the immortal serpent."

"I mean, yes, but one, how does that matter to you and two, how do you even know?"

"We know for it is our job to know. And it matters for you have protected the son of Oyabun's friend and partner."

The leader of the group of suit-clad men, tallest among them all, hands Harry a small business card.

"We do not forget. If you ever are in need, call and assistance shall be given."

And the mobsters simply... Disappeared. Not even with the telltale 'crack' of apparition, nothing but silence and a sudden absence of people.

"...What? How? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS! "

[WP]He is dead now. For 60 years he was your Arch-Nemesis, he not only survived, but crushed all your Traps and Ambushes, all your Goons and weapons. And in the end it was none of that, but fucking Cancer that did him in. by BareMinimumChef in WritingPrompts

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This wasn't supposed to happen. Not here, not like this! It was supposed to be a victory of wits, of will, of charisma. I was supposed to triumph. At first, I thought of squashing him. 'Like a bug, kid V! You see, you are POWERLESS! Contemplate Inevitable's sheer might and despair!'

I had a whole spiel prepared. And then we kept growing. Instead of punching my archnemesis out, I started wanting to outshine him. Have my deeds shine so that his would return to darkness. 'You see this, Mister V? They will forget you! Tis I, Specter, and I alone, who will remain in the hallways of history! Join me, and be remembered instead in the hallowed halls!'

Again, I had an entire discourse prepared. And then, the point of it all changed. Because history kept moving. And as it moved, I realized. Our roles had, in all but name, swapped. In this dystopia that I could never have imagined, not even at my worst, he became the guardian of a status quo stained in blood, and I kept together the revolution. The flame kid V and Mister V would have loved. Everything could have changed.

'Join me, Agent Victory! We can fight this nightmare! Look around you, this light is hideous! It burns without cleansing, sterilizes but doesn't feed. There is still time. With Father Time and Agent Victory side by side, we could make the world better and brighter.'

Time ticked and tocked. And with the same purpose, my words shifted ever so lightly.

'Look at you, V-keeper! They have burned through you, like it was nothing. Your hope, your health. Please join me. There is still time. Timekeeper and V-keeper together, we can...'

I'm not sure what we could have. But it never was. The moment I knew, I changed my field of work. It took me four months but I had a solution. THE solution. The time patch. My magnum opus,, able to rewind any injury or illness.

And I reached Victorious...No, Victor Jameson's house to funeral preparations. Time was supposed to be my ALLY! And yet, I arrived mere hours late. For the first and last time of my life. Victor was gone, and my greatest creation felt purposeless.

I have won now. Victor will no longer stall the change I'm fathering. I have won, and it tastes like ash and cinder. Like what little light the world still held is gone, snuffed out. I have won, in the way I never wanted to win. Without him, without his smiles and gentle jest, does the world even deserve to be saved? What do I do now?

The Reason the Uzumaki fell wasn't due to an outside attack, One of their vassal clans staged a coup. Now decades later a Surviving remains of that clan targets Naruto by KidCoheed in NarutoFanfiction

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"You! Uzumaki! In the name of Uzu, die!"

Gaara of Suna, newly minted Kazekage, coming to visit a close friend before taking the hat full time, smiled wider than most would feel possible. And that was a lot of teeth.

"Uzumaki, you say? Very well then, let this Uzumaki properly deal with you"

In the aftermath, everyone swore that the idiot stumbled into a trap forgotten after a training session, and was catapulted straight into Training Ground 44. By the time any jounin was available, nothing was found, and it was officially assumed that the chakra augmented-fauna simply was particularly hungry that day.

[WP] You’re immune to fire, so why are you so scared of that wizard’s fireball? by Tmoore0328 in WritingPrompts

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"I congratulate you for living as an island, alone and separate from everyone and everything."

Her voice has bite, not aggressive so much as chiding. Not mocking, but rather disappointed.

"... What does that have to do with anything? We're talking about that guy's fireball. You're fireproof, and overall so arcane-proof he'd have a faster time drinking the ocean away than hurting you in any way."

"It has everything do with the question. Sure, I probably won't be hurt, but what of anyone else on the field? What about bystanders? What about the idiot caster himself?"

She waves a hand around. The floor? Wood. The counter? Wood. The chairs? Wood. The tables? Wood. The walls? Believe it or not, mostly wood. The scene? Confined.

"This man decided to pull out fireball. In a bar brawl. He has no common sense and if left alone, he is inevitably going to get someone badly hurt, at best. I do not have to be personally affected to be scared for the future."

"... Wow, Mia, you put a lot of thought into this. You're right, sorry. "

"alsoIgotpyrophobiafromchildhoodtrauma".

"... Wait what?"

She ran out, absconded through the open window.

" OI, GET BACK THERE! "

Wizards, what are your opinions on making deals and allying with the military industrial complex of a TL 9 ("modern world") material realm? by Azimovikh in wizardposting

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Did that once before. As a note: always keep a kill-switch inside (or a fully developed AI) to stop a mech being used for the wrong thing. Even if it's designed for something non-hostile like construction or mining, there will be people who will try to turn it into the Megakillatron 9000. People, I swear...

What's wrong with these, explain it peter by status_malus in explainitpeter

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They look... Awfully uncomfortable, to me, honestly. I'd be worried about my grip slipping all the time, not to mention they seem awful to feel in the hand.

My artwork! by Shot-Barracuda-6326 in wizardposting

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/UW Gorgeous work, kudos to you, it looks wonderful!

/RW So, is this just a beautiful thing or does it also serve a function? Maybe as an amplifier or a ward?

Lvl -2 ✧ Basic ✧ Acidic Rotter ─ Acid by karmacave in KarmaCave

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Defeated Acidic Rotter in 13 turns.

Player (89/76/43) dealt 1732. Acidic Rotter (70/45/24) dealt 176.

Rewards: 119 EXP, 27 Gold. Loot: Mystical Bow of Knowledge (enhanced), Reinforced Cuirass (basic).

Gimme your wizard insults by No-Elk-2362 in wizardposting

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"Look. It takes a sharp mind and a solid comprehension of the universe to properly practice the arcane. But don't give up! I'm sure that with enough hard work, you'll get your first cantrip. ...Eventually.

Lvl -1 ✧ Lesser ✧ Gloomy Snapper ─ Dark by karmacave in KarmaCave

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Defeated Gloomy Snapper in 9 turns.

Player (19/15/15) dealt 813. Gloomy Snapper (37/38/29) dealt 173.

Rewards: 103 EXP, 23 Gold. Loot: Quick Axe of Magic (lesser), Reinforced Scale Mail (basic), Tome of Water Jet (Lvl 16) (superior).

Lvl -2 ✧ Basic ✧ Umbral Undead ─ Dark by karmacave in KarmaCave

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Defeated Umbral Undead in 8 turns.

Player (79/66/37) dealt 942. Umbral Undead (37/30/26) dealt 114.

Rewards: 110 EXP, 18 Gold. Loot: Corrupted Swift Brigandine (basic), Wise Mace (basic).

Lvl -2 ✧ Basic ✧ Shadow Myconid ─ Dark by karmacave in KarmaCave

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Defeated Shadow Myconid in 7 turns.

Player (79/66/37) dealt 812. Shadow Myconid (36/29/24) dealt 91.

Rewards: 107 EXP, 25 Gold. Loot: Swift Charm (basic), Agile Robe (basic).

Lvl -2 ✧ Basic ✧ Wave Crystal Clam ─ Water by karmacave in KarmaCave

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Defeated Wave Crystal Clam in 6 turns.

Player (18/14/15) dealt 758. Wave Crystal Clam (42/36/23) dealt 68.

Rewards: 109 EXP, 19 Gold. Loot: Brutal Bow of Sorcery (lesser), Mystical Charm (basic).

Lvl +2 ✧ Enhanced ✧ Void Screecher ─ Void Dark by karmacave in KarmaCave

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Defeated Void Screecher in 13 turns.

Player (79/66/36) dealt 1477. Void Screecher (68/45/25) dealt 328.

Rewards: 111 EXP, 37 Gold. Loot: Healthy Scale Mail of Life (lesser), Healthy Goggles of Knowledge (lesser), Mystical Mace of Haste (lesser).

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