OPERATION: YOUTHFUL DISOBEDIENCE

[stresstokens]

WHO: Members of the grand curfew-breaking plan!
WHEN: During the Moorecroft event.
WHERE: Various Moorecroft locales.
WHAT: A bunch of youths have gotten together to break curfew in tandem to get to the bottom of the mystery at heart of this place -- but what they find leads to more questions than answers.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Probable violence, death, emotional trauma, cursing. All the fun stuff! I'll be putting the log headers for pre/during/post-curfew breaking logs in the comments, so just hang tight while I do that, though all members are of course more than welcome to post their own logs if that suits their tagging style better.

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[tinflower]

[ He looks at her, not with any particular expression beyond the furrowed brow he usually wears, his feelings--complicated. This isn't a new topic for him, it's been his entire present school year, though he's never talked about it with Adaine's sister.

Still, he tilts his head in a nod, agreeing with her assessment quietly. She's not wrong, of course. ]

I like what I do as a barbarian, and I like artificing. Even if they don't mesh well... I get a lot out of them. I know I just need to find a good combination. [ But it's not just about making the best of both, is it? And he looks at her, his brows lowering and brow furrowing more. ] If I can learn to go into a rage when I need to and do everything I do, and that's like second nature to me, then I think there's-- there's a way for me to do spells, too. It's just another form of control. That's what everything is.

[ Even rage, as absurd as that sounds, is for plenty of barbarians. But that's not what his rage is: it has purpose. It's a state of being that he wields.

And if he can wield an axe, why not magic? ]

[dangerousmind]

[According to all known laws of Arcana... there isn't. The barbarian rage state blocks any viable method for maintaining the focus necessary to cast spells. It's a heightened emotional state that would fizzle out if it was interrupted by the stillness of mind required to cast magic.

According to all known laws of Arcana, that is.]

...Mm. Well. Part of being a wizard - or an Artificer, I guess - is experimenting with those limits and finding ways to break them.

It's technically impossible for me to summon like, ten elementals at once, but I managed to figure out a way. The arcane mechanics behind a crystal or a computer are similarly complicated enough that they'd probably drive a Falinese apprentice to madness.

[tinflower]

[ Gorgug had no expectations for reactions, positive or negative, to his admittedly defensive position; but the almost positive note (even indirectly) does surprise Gorgug. But he likes the kind it is: people doing the impossible, with Aelwyn being her own example--and nevermind that he and the others were on the other side of those elementals.

It doesn't have to be deep. It doesn't have to matter, but his lips twitch in a small and brief smile. ]

They could do with that happening. A lot of the people we met in Fallinel were really stiff. [ But, putting aside the fact Fallinel elves could do with loosening the fuck up: ] But, yeah, I'm gonna keep trying. If I don't get it, then I don't, but weirder shit's happened in the world than a barbarian learning to use artificing in a fight.

Like your mom being chased by a van with hands.

[ in his opinion!! ]