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you make me feel at home in my own skin, and that is the greatest gift anyone has given me.
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Mirror Witch (Witch Archetype)
Mirrors and reflective surfaces have always seemed to have a strange, mystical quality, and have long been seen in fiction and mythology as a window into the soul, or into another world.
Inspired pretty much directly by Snow White and other stories of mages using a mirror as a focus for their powers, the mirror witch uses a mirror, rather than a familiar, to communicate with an aspect of their patron. This connection has the advantage of allowing direct, reliable communication with at least a fragment of the otherworldly being.
Such witches are often masters of divination, viewing things from afar through their mirror. This makes them valuable informants or even the ringleaders of organizations and conspiracies. The example given in Villain Codex in particular is an imprisoned queen secretly manipulating her ex-husbands kingdom from within with the magic of her mirror.
As the witch grows in power, so too does their mirror, becoming supernaturally tough no matter its composition, and gaining new abilities.
Strange omens and cryptic prophecies are often uttered by the mirror, and each day, the mystic can listen. Though they may seem cryptic at the time, they usually make perfect sense at the exact moment they are needed in the near future, allowing them to react to a danger, say the right word at the right time, or get ready for battle.
By talking with the mirror at length, the mystic can ask questions of their patron, collaborating its knowledge with their own.
As they grow in power, the prophetic words of the mirror come more often and with greater detail, the witch able to ask about matters of the immediate future.
Over time and mastery, the mirror begins to express more of the patron’s knowledge, allowing them to be consulted in greater detail about certain topics.
By focusing their power, these mages can look or hear through a magical sensor, what it perceives manifesting through the mirror.
They can also use it to scry, looking upon a subject from afar with a bit of the mirrors power.
The most powerful mirror witches, however, can use sensory spells through the mirror’s scrying, and have a minimal chance of affecting the subject with other spells as well, though the nature of such transmitted spells makes it easy to become inoculated to such casting.
Interested in a divination-focused witch? This can certainly be a way to make a flavorful variant. Remember that the mirror is completely unable to move under its own power, so be sure to keep it safe. Various knowledge and secrecy-related patrons are a good choice here, adding to their options. I recommend a defensive build that uses magic to stay safe and defeat foes from afar with debuffs and damage, in addition to gathering information, using spells to give them the edge before entering a situation.
The most prominent character to inspire this archetype, the Evil Queen of the Snow White story, may have used her mirror mostly to stroke her own vanity, but that doesn’t mean your character has to. Also, consider how the nature of your patron will affect how they behave when interacted with. While a wisdom patron may be supportive and give sage advice, a patron of insanity may not even be lucid most of the time, their abilities being the interpretation of their incoherent ramblings.
They say that the magic mirror of Nedi Soulseer was buried with her, inert but still holding much magical potential. However that magical potential has leaked into the surrounding soil, creating a gravesludge from the dirt, corpses, and lingering spiritual vestiges of those buried nearby. Nedi herself might have also risen as a powerful undead.
A nation in the midst of a rebellion, Orbdai is ruled by Queen Orbd the Third, using her mastery of mirror magic to consolidate her power and watch her subjects. The leader of the rebels is none other than her own daughter, a burgeoning master of bardic magic and a friend to animals whom fights to free the nation from her mother’s tyranny.
Though homely by conventional standards, Umar spends a lot of time accentuating his features with the help of his favorite mirror. What few realize is that most of his time spent talking to his reflection is so much more, and those who insult him risk being cursed or torn apart by the sensitive ragebred skinwalker.
Shyvana sits there, listening. When Sona finishes the piece, she makes some gestures towards her and says, " One more? Please? "
@ragebred
Nervous eyes flicked up the horned woman. Sona was not afraid of her as one might assume, rather, she was afraid of being associated with magic in any way, shape or form. However, she was never one to turn away those who found solace in her music. The woman looked back down at her instrument, making sure it was secured in its stand before beginning another song.
" You smell nice. I like it. " Shyvana inches closer, taking in Fiora's scent. That is, until their fingers touch and she twitches away again like a startled little thing.
She looked down slightly at the other almost placing her head on her shoulder, merely inches away from her neck. A ghost of a smile appearing on her lips with the comment, not really expecting it from the other, if she was quite honest.
“ Thank you. I can show you the roses we use for the-- ”
Her sentence was cut short the moment the half-dragon scuttled away, only after a few seconds did she realize it had all been for the same reason as she felt the warm touch on her fingers.
Still, she spoke nothing about it.
“ As I was saying, I can show you the roses we use for the scented oil. ”
She finally completed, the smile still very present in her features — calming, if nothing else.
— @ragebred said:
Sticks tongue out at.
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Shyvana sits down next to Fiora. She doesn't say anything & she is kind of awkward but she tried. She just wanted to sit next to the sword lady.
Her eyes slowly peeled off from the play she was watching, bright blue gaze slowly darting towards the person that had sat next to her. Just a mere glance, mostly to see who it was, and for her to politely greet.
She was surprised to see the half-dragon awkwardly sitting down, eyes focused on nothing in particular. She looked tense, that was obvious.
How amusing...
“ Good afternoon, Shyvana.”
She’d say after turning her attention back to the stage, a subtle smirk on her face as she nonchalantly crossed her knees one over the other. She did not know the other had any interest in these activities, but she would also not inquire about it.
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Stares at.
does not return the attention.
Pins Fiora to the floor.
TRAINING TURNED TENSION | (Accepting.)
It was all very sudden. Fiora was a master at reading and predicting someone else’s moves, which made her the amazing duelist that she is. But Shyvana was an entirely different story... Her fighting methods were savage, beastly, even. So when the tiny dragonness forced her to the ground, the woman was nothing more than surprised.
It was when she realized tutoring her to have a more graceful way of fighting was not the greatest of ideas... But that’d be fine, right?
“ Uh... ”
Ends up, this tiny woman was heavy. Fiora’s bright blue gaze merely stayed on the other’s as she sat on her torso, warm hands pressing her shoulders down.
“ Not quite what I was saying but... You can let me go now. ”
What was all of this for...?