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Nimbus

OCEAN

Acanthus : A sea breeze and the salt spray of the ocean as a fickle wind plays through your hair.
Obrimos : The pounding waves of a storm at sea, the feeling of deep sea pressure.
Mastigos : The siren call of deep water, inviting and threatening at once.
Moros : The cold and chill of lightless depths, that never give up their dead.
Thyrsus : The ebb and flow of the tides, like a heartbeat, and the warm salt sea, like blood.

MACHINERY

Acanthus : The world around the mage appears to become ethereal and translucent, revealing the underlying
clockwork to it.
Obrimos : The mage becomes crystalline and shining, as though they were a kind of diamond cyborg, with
electricity running through their veins and their eyes dazzling with fire of shifting hues.
Mastigos : The mage appears to be the center of a vast mechanism of chains and pulleys (with a vaguely BDSM
feel), constantly pulling the world around them with their every thought and motion.
Moros : The mage’s body becomes a seemingly motionless jointed statue of obsidian, with shadows and ghosts
tugging on it just out of sight in order to give it animation.
Thyrsus : The mage seems to be followed by a mechanical beast constructed from bamboo and wooden
technology.

MUSIC

Acanthus : Musical notations coil about the left arm and move outwardly to where their will is directed. All
seeming to be part of a great melody.
Obrimos : The sound of booming drums and the high trill of brass instruments. You get the feeling in your gut
when you at a loud concerts and you feel the music moving through you.
Mastigos : You catch the sound of your favorite song in your head, but the words are all wrong. The language
alien.
Moros : You here a dirge coming from the ground where people have been slain
Thyrsus : The plants and animals pulsate to a rhythm and trill to the sound of a greater song. The balance and
harmony of nature can be heard through their alien music.

ABYSS

Acanthus : The area around the mage darkens, and tiny orbs of light flicker about him, like will o' the wisps, luring
observers into the dark, uncharted places they dance.
Mastigos : An unintelligible howling can be heard in the mage's vicinity. When the mage casts any kind of magic,
it gets louder, and phrases urging blasphemous things can be recognized.
Moros : The mage's immediate vicinity begins to drain of color, sounds are dampened, nerves dulled, scents and
tastes becomes ashen as a bit of the oblivion encompassing death bleeds through into the Fallen World.
Obrimos : A sense of dread and doom fills those observing the mage, as though some divine being has judged
them and found them lacking.
Thyrsus : ghostly images of distorted animal parts are superimposed over the mage's various body parts, causing
him to appear as some unnatural chimera, a damned thing with no right to exist.
ANIMALS

Acanthus : Iridescent butterflies flutter around the mage when they cast magic.
Mastigos : Snakes of all sorts seem to crawl over all exposed skin.
Moros : The fluttering wings and occasional caw of a flock of crows can be heard, and feathers fall when the
mage casts magic.
Obrimos : The roar of a lion can be faintly heard, and a manned head sometimes superimposes itself over the
mage's face.
Thyrsus : Wolf howls can be heard as a half seen pack seems to run through the corners of one's vision.
PLANTS

Acanthus : Hazy, thorned sunflowers appear in a small radius around the caster, swaying back and forth and
humming a tune barely audible
Mastigos : Translucent, leafless vines sprout around the caster, wrap around his ankles, and then continue up his
body, each vine racing to be the first to bind the caster
Moros : The caster appears in the center of a bouquet of misty lilies which groan, almost too quiet to hear, while
their petals fall
Obrimos : Nearby plants bow to the caster, witnesses can hear trees breaking (the sound right before someone
yells 'Timber!')
Thyrsus : Nearby plants grow straight up from the ground, witnesses smell exotic fragrances in the air

GUARDIAN

Acanthus : A feeling of solidness and firmness--the feeling you get in the presence of Buckingham Palace guards.
The feel of a timeless vigil and an ancient tradition, as the mage dons a gossamer image of some ancient guard's
armor.
Mastigos : Someone's watching you, you can tell, just waiting for you to make a hostile move; a faint feeling of
unease and scrutiny pervades you, like someone's sizing you up to see how much of a threat you are.
Moros : Everything in the area seems to grow firmer and more solid, more ancient; the shadow of iron bars falls
over everything in the room, even though there are no bars to cast the shadow.
Obrimos : The mage gains a suit of armor and a long spear on his or her back (all made of light), with a disc-
shaped golden shield extending out to cover whatever is being defended.
Thyrsus : You hear the deep growling of a Doberman Pinscher emerge from the mage's throat, even though he or
she isn't doing anything that would indicate they're growling. A steel collar appears at his or her neck, with an
attached chain that leads down to the floor, leaving just enough space for the mage to reach... you.

EMOTION

Acanthus : The mage is surrounded by a constantly shifting multi-colored aura; those observing the mage feel
fuzzily euphoric and prone to laughter.
Mastigos : People around the mage become blank slates, emotionally speaking. If the mage is visibly emotional,
those around him are likely to ape that emotion.
Moros : A pale, early morning light is cast over the mage; those around him feel the serene calmness of the
grave.
Obrimos : The mage's eyes literally burn with white Supernal flame, inspiring confidence and fortitude in those
around him
Thyrsus : Colors around the mage seem richer, fuller, and the mage's every move seems to be filled with manic
energy, pulsing with lust.

STONE

Acanthus : The mage appears to flow, shimmer and ripple as though they were made from liquid marble.
Mastigos : The mage appears harsh and edged as though they were made from flint, with the occasional spark
accompanying their voice and movements.
Moros : The mage seems dull, heavy and grey as if made from granite, with their voice and footfalls seeming
heavy and onerous like church bells, or an implacable avalanche.
Obrimos : The mage seems glowing and ashen, as though constructed from molten rock, hardening only to crack
and flow forth again.
Thyrsus : The mage appears grainy and tough, made from the compacted results of long and harsh experience,
like sandstone.

LIGHTNING

Acanthus : A thunderstorm looming on the horizon, promising to come but never really arriving. Flashes of light
happen when you least expect them. In fact you only see them happening the corner of your eye when you don't
directly look at the Mage.
Mastigos : Static electricity is seen causing tiny sparks all over the place in the air around the Mage. Prickling
sounds can be heard.
Moros : Electricity discharges from the body whenever and object is touched, leaving a scorch mark for a moment
as if it is singed
Obrimos : The Mage glows as if heavily charged and lightning strikes at targets around him. An electrical hum can
be heard.
Thyrsus : Little electrical goblins play ultra-fast hide and seek around the Mage's body.

SEX

Acanthus : The mage appears momentarily taller and prettier, with a fey beauty.
Mastigos : Chains and silk encircle the mage's feet.
Moros : A thrilling shiver of fear passes through observers.
Obrimos : The mage appears momentarily taller, stronger, more radiant and glorious
Thyrsus : A wave of heady musk exudes from the caster.

MYTHS

Acanthus : For a moment the world takes a woven quality.


Mastigos : The mage appears to be wrapped in chains, which break as a spell finishes.
Moros : Items around the mage appear to turn into gold.
Obrimos : A glowing owl of light swoops down over the proceedings.
Thyrsus : The mage appears to be covered in massive scars as if they had been ripped apart and put back
together.

EDUCATION

Acanthus : Changing constellations of star-like pinpricks of light slide past the mage, accompanied by the tip-of-
the-tongue sensation that the viewer knows the meanings, but can't quite reach it.
Mastigos : An iron-bound book wrapped in chains hovers momentarily over the mage's head.
Moros : Just behind the mage can be seen a massive tombstone, the epitaph just beyond visibility, but the name is
always clear: the viewer's. Or a dry, musty voice rattles off the components of a targeted object.
Obrimos : Golden chains hold open a silver-paged tome, revealing to the reader alone one of their sins, and a
possible path to make amends.
Thyrsus : A cheerful voice sings a line of the "The <blank> bone is connected to the, <blank> bone..." song using
technical terms not limited to the skeletal structure.

FLOWERS

Acanthus : Revealed: The scent of may blossom. Magical: Blossoming hawthorn spreads from the mage.
Mastigos : Revealed: The scent of Datura. Magical: The mage seems to be standing in the trumpet of a Datura
flower.
Moros : Revealed: Nearby flowers look a touch wilted. Magical: Dead, shriveled petals lie about his feet.
Obrimos : Revealed: The scent of rose. Magical: Rose petals surround the mage in a flurry.
Thyrsus : Revealed: The scent of an orchid. Magical: Orchids in full bloom wrap their vines around him.

HAITIAN VOODOO

Acanthus : A faerie circle blooms around the mage wherever he stands still for more than a minute or so. The
flowers bloom automatically when the mages casts magic.
Mastigos : The scent of roses and flowers that drip of sensuality and sin follow the mage, his hands especially
reek, as though dipped in perfume. Rose petals drop from the mage's fingertips when he casts magic.
Moros : The scent of deadly white oleanders follow the mage wherever he goes.
Obrimos : The mage's hair is wreathed in a crown of laurels and orchids of white Supernal flame.
Thyrsus : Vines appear to wrap about the mage's limbs. When the mage casts magic, brilliantly colored jungle
flowers bloom along the vines.

WEATHER

Acanthus : Daylight surrounds the mage, being constantly reflected on barely seen snowflakes, taking on wild and
different hues and colors resembling parts of a rainbow.
Mastigos : Looking upon the mage is like looking into a infinitely distant tornado of psychic energy, wild and
powerful, inducing a feeling of vertigo and nausea.
Moros : The mage is surrounded by shadowy, restless faces, forming hurricanes of power that seem to erode the
very ground on which he stands.
Obrimos : Cracks of thunder and lightning can be heard in the distance and particularly powerful magic summon
images of fiery clouds crisscrossed with red lightning.
Thyrsus : The mage is surrounded by images of rain cycling through the ecosystem of life, flowing and
rejuvenating illusory plants and animals.

DIVINITY

Acanthus : An open hand on the floor with on it the Mage and a ring floating around him holding the star
constellations of the Zodiac.
Mastigos : A woman sitting at a pool with a river running in the background.
Moros : A pyramid with Osiris and Anubis standing on each side.
Obrimos : A very bright light just above the head.
Thyrsus : A young boy with goat legs playing a pan flute.

SCENERY

Acanthus : Things seem to be placed just so. Like someone had come along before and set things up to your
advantage.
Mastigos : Spatial relations seem sharper, more defined. Taking a step feels dangerous, you could slice yourself
open on that building...50 yards away.
Moros : Light is dimmer, and any forms of darkness deepen.
Obrimos : Natural lights seem to flicker wildly, as if they were millions of candle flames
Thyrsus : Anything natural in the area becomes more vibrant, while man-made items appear as if they are on the
verge of being overtaken by natural life.

FASHION

Acanthus : The threads in the clothes of the mage are more visible, and lengthen, shorten and cut themselves in
response to external stimuli. When casting, the threads stretch out and seem to merge into the background of the
world or tighten around the target of the spell.
Mastigos : Clothes take on a shimmery, shadowed quality seeming to flow about the mage as if it were the lightest
silk caught on a breeze, leaving rippling shadows behind that are strangely menacing. When casting, images flash
briefly in the cloudy garment and unsettling sounds emit from the shadows.
Moros : Colors fade from the mage's clothing, looking drab and leaden, yet far more solid than is normal. When
casting, cracks appear in the leaden clothes, quickly flaking off to reveal gold when shines brightly until the spell is
cast and the clothes return to lead.
Obrimos : The mage appears to be wreathed in energy when looked at sidelong, but upon looking closer the
energy forms into the form of his normal clothes, slight vibrations giving away the possibly illusionary effect. When
casting, the mages clothes ripple dramatically as if in a gale wind and sparks fly as the phantasmal clothing gives
way to a writhing sheathe of energy.
Thyrsus : The mages clothing seems to move of its own accord, buttoning itself and swinging the tie to cover a
stain. There is a sense that his clothes are alive and cover him as though it were made of a million tiny ants. When
casting, his clothes appear to writhe about his body and motes of spiritual ephemera become devoured by it.

FOOD

Acanthus : Ghostly images of a feast hall superimposes itself over the mage's surroundings, replete with the
sounds of revelry and joy.
Mastigos : People in the mage's presence smell their favorite foods, bringing with it feelings of warmth and
indulgence.
Moros : The area around the mage becomes entirely unappealing; food in his presence seems to start rotting, and
the slight scent of garbage wafts through the air.
Obrimos : The scent of a rich and luxurious feast surrounds the mage: roasted meats, fine wines, herbs and
spices of every kind.
Thyrsus : The mage's hands and mouth are smeared with blood, as if he had just indulged in a feast of raw meat.
THE CITY

Acanthus : The Mage suddenly becomes an embodiment of urban chic, their clothing and appearance though
unchanged become timelessly fashionable to onlookers and they exude a casual but detached sense of elitism.
Mastigos : The Mage appears as if a phantom skyscraper, his lower body appearing like the exposed floors of a
bustling industry, ten thousand tiny devils desperately filling out paperwork and memorandums to authorize the
sorcerer to wield the magic of the Iron Tower.
Obrimos : Like a cityscape at night-time captured with a slow shutter camera, neon lights streak to and from the
Mage along the spindling threads of her power. Glowing signs, Atlantean symbols shaped like advertisements
appear hazily in the air around her.
Moros : The Mage manifests the essence of the slums, primary colors become bright and solid, other hues and
patterns mute out. The sounds of breaking windows, car alarms, and distant sirens can be heard. The Mage
exudes a smell of cheap liquor and stale piss.
Thyrsus : The sound of voices shouting and hollering in exultation can be heard dimly, and ghostly visions of the
iron workers and laborers who raised the tallest towers and widest bridges dance in celebration of the living
strength of steel and concrete.

SCIENCE

Acanthus : Arcane algorithms and formulae scrawl themselves in the air around the mage, calculating the
minutest probabilities of everything going on. Everything that happens feels like it happens in clockwork order.
Mastigos : Everything becomes measured to its exact dimensions and thinking becomes cool and rational.
Obrimos : The faint buzz of electric lights hums around the mage and lights come into clear focus, while
electronics seem to work better needing battery changes less often.
Moros : The chill of a morgue seems to follow the mage around, and faint whiffs of strange alchemical mixtures
irritate the nose.
Thyrsus : Everyone becomes very aware of their own heartbeat and feels the reassurance of a strong authority
figure, reassuring them that they will be taken care of.

MONEY

Acanthus : People feel lucky. Like this last toss of a die will pay their mortgage, or this is the day their stocks will
sky rocket.
Mastigos : Money seems to work its way into conversation. Everyone's thoughts turn to it, and greed seeps into
their hearts.
Obrimos : The all mighty dollar. People around the mage feel a certain reverence for capitalism, and the rush that
comes with closing a million dollar deal.
Moros : Money is money. Paper ready to lose its worth. People near the mage crumple bills. They feel suddenly
disgusted with their jobs, lives and the pursuit of cash. Its worthless to them suddenly.
Thyrsus : People crave it. After meeting the mages eyes, they have sudden urges to steal pocket books, pick
pocket or push their spouse into traffic and collect the insurance.

FEAR

Acanthus : Witnesses feel the distinct impression that something horrible or menacing is just about to happen, or
has just happened.
Mastigos : Witnesses feel a sudden stab of fear; those who have a phobia get the impression that the object of
such paralyzing fear is just out of sight.
Moros : Shadows grow deeper, and witnesses are absolutely certain that there's something lethal hiding in them,
just out of sight. Strong magic may create shadows in places there cannot be any. Or the shading of the mage's
face becomes more menacing.
Obrimos : The mage becomes lit with from within, exuding a sense that they know every crime the witness has
ever committed and the mage's sole purpose is to serve as executioner.
Thyrsus : Witnesses hear a low, throaty growl immediately behind them, and large beasts move quickly and
silently just at the corners of the witness' vision...but when they turn to look, there's nothing there.
ANGELS

Acanthus : The laughter of small children echoes through the air, while wings the color of a butterfly or a wild
flower shimmer just behind them.
Mastigos : There is the whisper of the damned, the scent of brimstone, and the nagging sensation that all your
sins are laid out before this dark-winged demon.
Moros : Mist curls around the mage's feet, and the stillness of the grave cuts through the area. Everything the
mage touches seems to wither. (I took this from the Angel of Death from that old Passover movie. The mist coming
down from on-high, creepy stuff.)
Obrimos : Gold halos the mage, and their wings are made of pure light that seems to linger in the air ever after the
mage has moved. The chanting of a heavenly choir can be heard.
Thyrsus : The mage seems primal, the perfect expression of a warrior. Just surrounding him, one catches
glimpses of that primordial garden.

SECRETS

Acanthus : The mage is surrounded by a deep, rolling fog. Those observing the mage see the mist twist into
unnatural shapes, displaying the viewer's deepest, most secret desires.
Mastigos : Those around the mage hear a multitude of whispering voices, but with so many of them speaking, it is
impossible to hear what is being said. Anyone hearing the voices has the sneaking suspicion that they are talking
about the listener.
Moros : The mage's eyes turn jet black, and his hands appear dirty, as though he had been working with the earth
for quite some time. Any who look the mage directly in the eyes are shown the secrets of the grave.
Obrimos : The mage is bathed in a saintly corona of golden light, leading those who see the mage into thinking
that maybe the mage is clued into some sort of higher truth that he and he alone knows.
Thyrsus : Shadows play across the mage's body, making her appear as a predator waiting in the bush. Her eyes
almost glow as she watches those around her, her prey. It was not obvious before her nimbus appeared, so far all
those observing the mage know, she has been watching them all with the steely gaze of the predator for a long
time now. She might know everything about them.

WOOD

Acanthus: The mage seems long, straight and flexible, with their air flowing back like long, straight branches
covered in thin leaves, as though they were a willow.
Mastigos : The mage appears heavy with evergreen leaves, and thin, scaly, flaking skin, as though they were a
yew.
Moros : The mage appears heavy, smooth and a dull brown with veins of grey, as though they were petrified
wood.
Obrimos : The mage appears smooth and grey, with prickly green hair, and one red and one white eye, as thought
they were a holly tree.
Thyrsus : The mage appears thick and solid, with distinctive leaves as their hair (particularly at facial hair) with
acorns assorted among it, as though they were an oak.

MADNESS

Acanthus : The world temporarily seems to apply to a schizophrenic's logic, seeming strange and aberrant, yet all
still making perfect sense.
Mastigos : The voices of other beings seem to whisper in the ears of those present...but on closer inspection, the
person realizes they come from their own subconscious.
Moros : The world seems irredeemably sad and pointless for a second, with everything out to get everything else
only because that is it's nature (depression).
Obrimos : The mage seems pitch perfect and clear, as if he is on a mission from God...but this mission is so alien
to other people that they can't help but feel disgust.
Thyrsus : The world seems infused with an artist's insane but beautiful vision, with life and energy both horrible
and wondrous lurking behind every single thing.
CYBERPUNK

Acanthus : The mage's skin shimmers silver, around her things take on a flat, fabricated look, like old CGI. Every
action seems to flow in John Woo slow-motion.
Mastigos : Sensory input seems too close, to intense an intrusive. All lights seem neon, all music throbs to a
techno beat, and everyone jostles close, it becomes difficult to concentrate on only one thing.
Moros : Every object in the area becomes MORE. Cars have more chrome and they all roar, small buildings loom
and crush the sky, clothes become either sleek and plastic, or ragged and torn.
Obrimos : Red points of light flare behind the mages eyes, and he emits a steady hum as if a large battery were
lodged in his chest.
Thyrsus : All living things take on a perfected look, as if they'd been engineered just so.

AMERICAN WESTERNS

Acanthus : High noon. A moment of tense stillness descends upon the area and stretches, you find your breath
hitching in anticipation.
Mastigos : The moment of entering the Saloon. Everyone is staring at you, the newcomer. You feel yourself
weighed as a threat or a target by every eye in the room.
Moros : The sheen of gold and silver highlights on the Mage's body and items.
Obrimos : The tang of gunpowder hits your nose, your ears ringing as though a gun had just been fired nearby.
Thyrsus : The dust of the long road billows off the Mage, dervishes and dust devils forming in his wake and the
scent of ozone and thunderstorms creeps into the area.

TATOO

Acanthus : The tattoos on a mages body spin and twirl whimsically, shimmering in the light and taking on a golden
sparkle.
Mastigos : Around the mages ankles and hands tattoos of blood, cuts, cuffs or chains appear. Demons play
across the body, moving from one place to the next, excited by the magic, thrilled and dancing.
Moros : Tattoos appear sunken into the body, and look as if they are eating away the mages skin like acid.
Sometimes the tattoos instead turn to look like ancient scars.
Obrimos : Tattoos all glow a deep blue, and they chisel new paths across the mages body, creating intricate runic
designs that glow so strongly they can even be seen through clothing. The mages eyes also
turn into the blue light (much like Disney's Atlantis.)
Thyrsus : Tattoos seem to come to life across the mages body, and move from place to place. No matter what
they are of they seem to roar and want to break free from the bindings of the skin.

MARTIAL ARTS

Acanthus : The mage gives the impression that he never misses what he aims for. That luck is on his side
whether throwing a dart at a bulls eye or a dagger at someone's heart. Every time he makes a quick motion with
his hands observers flinch expecting a knife to fly out.
Mastigos : The mage seems to shift and waver such that he always seems to be just flanking anyone who's not
looking directly at him - he's managed to get to a place that lets him bypass one's defenses.
Moros : The mage radiates grayish shadows that seem to focus on the weak points in others bodies, armor, and
defenses.
Obrimos : The mage's shadow seems to be wielding spears, katana, or other melee weapons.
Thyrsus : The mage becomes (apparently) physical stronger, menacing, and more graceful. Like a tiger (or a
martial artist).

LONELINESS

Acanthus : The mage seems like a foreign element, a chaotic factor in an orderly world.
Mastigos : The people around the mage feel a profound, if only completely mental, separation from the others
around them.
Moros : The world around the mage seems to decay, while he seems unchanging and immortal.
Obrimos : The mage seems to be the only truly blessed being in the cosmos, making everything look dark and
sorrowful in comparison.
Thyrsus : This nimbus is almost the opposite effect of the Acanthus one, with the world around the mage seeming
to whip into a frenzy despite his emotional state.

VIRTUE

Obrimos : The mage exerts a sense of strength and certainty, assuring all those in his presence that no matter
what happens, he will remain steadfast in his desire to do what is right.
Acanthus : The mage exerts a sense of calmness and peace, unworried and untroubled by the hardships of the
world, assuring all around that things will work out in the end because they are supposed to.
Mastigos : The mage exerts a sense of consideration and reason, causing all around to give thought to the need
to carry themselves in a reasonable and appropriate manner.
Moros : The mage exerts a sense of calmness and patience, making all around certain that the mage will endure
all fears and uncertainties that come their way, even death.
Thyrsus : The mage exerts a sense of selfless regard for all the beings around them, as though they are willing to
give anything to ensure the safety and happiness of any life.

WAR

Acanthus : The sound of a thousand tiny blades echoes around the Mage, and the mage himself seems clothed in
armor made of spider webs and starlight.
Obrimos : A gigantic sword seems to come from the mage's mouth, as an unseen voice booms out, speaking of
doom and fiery cataclysms.
Mastigos : The sound of a thousand generals gasping as they realize that they have been outwitted, and that the
enemy has them at his mercy.
Moros : The battle cries of hundreds of fallen armies whisper around the mage, as broken and discarded weapons,
love letters, and personal items seem to cluster around his feet.
Thyrsus : Baying hounds echo, ready to be unleashed upon soft yielding flesh. The grass seems to reach at
observers feet, dragging them down, and the eyes of birds flicker around the mage, serving as flying spies.

DRAGONS

Acanthus : The willworker seems to be surrounded by ancient crackling scales and the sound of an eggshell
beginning to break, simultaneously.
Mastigos : A pair of dark, leathery wings seem to slowly unfurl from the mage's back, and spiraling horns appear
on his brow. His breath comes in short bursts of hot steam or smoke
Moros : The mage is surrounded by a vast hoard of gold and jewels, and bones, and he stands atop a pile of the
riches and corpses.
Obrimos : The tang of sweat in the air mingles with the sound of a knight doing battle with a draconic beast. When
casting, the sound of sword piercing scales is heard.
Thyrsus : People around the willworker seem to move more sluggishly, like lizards in a cold dark cave. Her hands
seem talon like, piercing.

REVELATIONS

Acanthus : Everyone in the area realizes that they are in the middle of an impossibility big web of connections
throughout time, that their fate in tied to some degree to everyone else and that the past forms the present which
shapes the future.
Mastigos : Those who gaze upon the mage see him/her as a diabolic judge listing their greatest sins and how they
effected everyone connected to it. Behind the judge are scenes from Dante related to that sin with the person
getting the feeling that is to be their fate.
Moros : The mages is clad in black robes, scythe in hand as appears to be riding a pale horse. The whales of a
thousand mourners can be heard.
Obrimos : Angel wing of brilliant light sprout from the mages back as a vast golden key appears in his/her hand.
The witnesses realize that it belongs to the seventh seal.
Thyrsus : Everyone around the mage realizes that in natures eye they are merely hairless apes, who are suppose
to be non-territorial omnivorous scavengers/foragers who got far too uppity and need to be brought low.
HINDU MYTHOLOGY

Acanthus : Everyone around gets a feeling of continuation, as if who they are is but one part of a greater whole.
Looking into the eyes of the mage will reveal a reflection of someone who the viewer does not know, but oddly
reminds them of themselves.
Mastigos : Anyone viewing the mage gets the distinct impression that the mage is in fact several beings, but
controlled by one mind and purpose. Pillars of iron also seem to rise from the ground behind the mage.
Moros : The mage seems to be surrounded by a feeling of doom and emptiness. He seems to be capable of
destroying anything that his gaze falls upon. However, there is also a strange comfort that anything destroyed is
not gone forever and can be remade better than it was.
Obrimos : An intense heat surrounds the mage and his arms and legs appear to be made of gold. In the
background, a golden chariot of fire is to be seen. Everything also seems "right," as if all is set and controlled by a
benevolent higher being.
Thyrsus : A strong sense of interconnectedness fills the area around the mage, as if all things were just once like
the viewer. It seems that all animals and people around are long distant kin of the viewer.

QUIETUDE

Acanthus : the quiet of breathless anticipation of a random outcome (the quiet of a high stakes gambling event
especially, just before the winner is announced), the quiet of the world standing still
Mastigos : the quiet of meditation and self examination. The quietude of thought itself
Moros : the quiet of the grave, the quiet moments of a funeral
Obrimos : the quiet of silent prayer, the quiet of a dramatic pause
Thyrsus : the quiet of a hunter lying in wait, eyeing his prey.

CROWDS OF PEOPLE

Acanthus : The people surrounding the mage seem to be drawn into an ordered pattern; they march in step, stop
and go all at once, move in color coordinated groups, sound in harmony, etc.
Mastigos : People surrounding the mage appear to focus in on him; they move as if he is the center of everything
they are doing, they open up to allow him to pass by, they rearrange themselves so that he can be seen from every
point of the group.
Moros : People surrounding the mage seem to grow quiet and listless. They simply shuffle about, slowly and
sluggishly, and yet with a kind of mechanical efficiency.
Obrimos : People surrounding the mage seem to grow energetic, even chaotic. Everybody is in a rush to get
somewhere, and they all have to get their ahead of others. People bump or crash into each other, or a crowd
eventually gains momentum as though it's a rockslide. In less unified destinations, they seem to be dancing about
each other like excited electrons.
Thyrsus : People surrounding the mage seem to saunter about. Everyone moves in a manner which accentuates
their features and physiques, and everyone takes notice of everyone else, either as a passing glance or an
appraising stare. People also seem to cluster together, just so they can have contact with another, or draw on the
energy of the crowd. No one is hurrying to their destination, they're all just enjoying the journey.

CELESTIAL BODIES

Mastigos : The sun's heat intensifies turning the land into a hot hell or at night the moon and the stars darken and
voices are heard on the edge of one's hearing, playing off the fear of the dark.
Acanthus : The clouds part or maybe a solar flare occurs, either way the caster looks as if they have a beam of
light upon them as if someone is looking out for them. At night, out of the corner of your eye all of the stars seem to
line up ever so perfectly into constellations you had never seen before. The stars seemed to have lined up for this
individual.
Moros : One feels the effects of space and momentarily feels as if they are were weightless, freezing, and without
breath.
Obrimos : All light from celestial bodies is momentarily enhanced, stars and the moon look as if they glow as bright
as day, and during the day there is a momentary splash of white blindness.
Thyrsus : The moon appears as a classical halo behind the head of the caster, each viewer sees this moon go
from new to full to new and then disappear again. You get a sense that Mother Luna is watching and has blessed
this spell.
GEEKS / NERDS

Acanthus : The mage's immediate vicinity seems to be surrounded by digital displays of time, and computerized
materials seem to work abnormally well (if casting a beneficial spell) or experience glitches (if casting a curse).
Mastigos : The sympathetic connections people have are materialized for a brief moment in the form of a cat5
cable. People's thoughts are also visible as if a thought bubble appeared over their head for that moment, as if they
were an NPC in an RPG.
Moros : The mage appears to be made up of circuits and wires, with a single display counting down to something
that feels inherently ominous.
Obrimos : All around the mage, the different signals in the air are briefly visible, from radio waves to microwaves.
Thyrsus : The mage's technological items seem to come alive for a moment, their watch mouthing what time it is,
their phone talking to itself (or perhaps another phone).

DESTRUCTION

Acanthus : Everything appears to become chaotic, growing wild and disorganized, spinning out of control until it all
falls apart.
Mastigos : Tentacles of warped space seem to erupt from the mage, twisting everything they caress into
impossible shapes.
Moros : Every material around the mage, including even his clothes, his hair, and the ground he walks upon,
seems to crumble and become dust, while his body is left completely clean and pale, like a well embalmed corpse.
Obrimos : Wild fire and wind and electricity dance around the mage, ricocheting off of everyone and everything,
drawing the debris into currents and orbits focused on the mage.
Thyrsus : Blood and pus and vomit seem to pour out of the mage's orifices in a constant (and high pressure)
torrent; with particularly powerful spells, this effect extends to others infectiously.

BOUND

Acanthus : Ribbons of silk manifest and tie themselves around the mage covered in glowing script in an unknown
dialect of High Speech. His speech writes more contracts in the air, binding him to his word, there is a heavy
sense of obligation and weight to all words spoken in his presence.
Mastigos : The clank of chains and the snap of whips can be heard as the Mastigos invokes her magic, faint wisps
of smoke rising from the ground around her. The weight of her gaze makes people want to bow their heads in
supplication.
Moros : Shadows thicken and the air itself seems to harden around the Moros in a slowly creeping wave. People
nearby feel suffocated and hemmed in, as if they were buried alive in a coffin or oubliette.
Obrimos : The mage's eyes fill with celestial flame and zeal while the accoutrements of a slave of Heaven
manifest: a glowing collar around her neck, manacles of lightning appear around her hands and feet, High Speech
glyphs tattoo themselves on her cheeks, her scalp and the insides of her wrists and ankles.
Thyrsus : The mage seems to thin and show the signs of deprivation. His hair seems in a disarray, his teeth seem
sharper, his cheeks hollow and his eyes shine with a desperate hunger. Ropes scars slither to and fro on his
wrists, ankles, and neck.

MISUNDERSTANDINGS

Acanthus : No matter how often you check a timepiece, you can't shake the feeling that the time is wrong. They all
say the same thing, but you know you're not reading it right. It can't be that late/early. It hasn't been that long/short
a time.
Mastigos : She speaks, and whatever comes from her mouth doesn't make sense. You know the words,
understand what each one means individually, but can't draw them together into a single coherent thought. "The
sky is blue" is rendered into a disjointed sequence of mental images, though the word "blue" might be replaced
with, say..."stove". Alternatively, you misjudge distances, stumbling as the ground that seemed so close is suddenly
farther away, or you bruise your shoulder off that corner over there that should have been at least a foot farther to
the left.
Moros : You're not dead! You can't be...you have a pulse, you're breathing, you can move and you're internally
warm. But you know it's wrong. It's a lie, false. You've already died, and these things you're feeling are lies. Things
would be so much better if you admitted your death. You might as well lie down. This hallucination of continued life
will fade soon enough.
Obrimos : The person before you seems transformed, lit from beneath by holy flames. Certainly he rained down
lightning upon a task force of police - and don't ask how you know beyond that you do - but it was for a good cause.
He turns to you and smiles, benevolence softening his features, except for a brief moment...holy flames becomes
unholy light, benevolence becomes malevolence, and his outstretched hand is wreathed in incandescent fire. You
would run, but it's already too late.
Thyrsus : The woman standing between the two of you has claws. She wears your wife's face, but from the elbow
down her arms are feline, and dagger-like claws are extended as the shambling form moves closer. She screams a
challenge, and suddenly it's all you can do to keep from bolting. She's fighting the form, and she used to be your
wife, but now she's a monster and if you move, she'll be able to see you. She's not saving you, she's defending her
territory...and if you move you'll become just another interloper.

MAGIC

Acanthus : Those that witness feel duped, as if they have just been shown a magic trick and want to now know the
secret.
Obrimos : Whatever just happened feels like a miracle, whether a celestial fire or a lightning bolt to the temple.
Mastigos : Smoke and mirror. There had to be a trick, a trap door, or some other means. You know what they did
was unnatural, an illusion or perspective.
Moros : Any material in the immediate area looks as if it is much more extravagant for the entirety of the casting
(usually 3 seconds). Water turns to wine, stone to gold, linen to silk, and all other manners of alchemy temporarily
seem to arise.
Thyrsus : The caster looks as if they are filled with unbridled life and energy in all of its forms,
both physical and spiritual.

EXCESS

Acanthus : The mage's pupils seem overly dilated, and they look twitchy and hyperactive, as though they have
been consuming too many drugs.
Obrimos : The mage appears impatient, unfulfilled, and irritable, as though he has been spending too much time
attending to the needs of others while neglecting his own.
Mastigos : The mage appears drawn and thin (even skeletal) as well as stiff and atrophied, as though he has been
watching and waiting for too long without doing anything.
Moros : The mage's pockets appear to bulge, and he seems heavy and sluggish, as though he has weighed
himself down with too many valuables.
Thyrsus : The mage stumbles and seems unfocused, as though he has been drinking too much wine.

VEHICLES

Acanthus : The sound of a motor revving up, then shifting into the next gear with perfect timing(or grinding the
gears if the spell is harmful). Perhaps images of a drag race will flicker about them.
Mastigos : The distinct sound of a police siren sounds in the distance, and there may be brief flickers of red and
blue lights.
Moros : Hidden just behind the mage from an onlooker's perspective is a derelict old car, rusted through in places.
The windows are opaque with cracks. The onlooker sees the model or type of vehicle they most cherish in the state
it will eventually fall into. Alternatively, the onlooker may briefly see the mage standing in a gondola, propelled
along by a hooded figure.
Obrimos : All around the mage come the sounds of military vehicles. It may sound like a jet breaking the sound
barrier, or of a tank rolling up. In the case of the latter, treads might form on the ground.
Thyrsus : The mage might appear to be standing in a birch-bark canoe and holding an oar while the sounds of
gentle paddling float about him, or a dirt-stained motorbike might seem to lean against the mage's side. In the
distance the onlooker can hear the sounds of a cross-country race ongoing.

DANCE

Acanthus : The mage dances through the spell he weaves and like in a ballet, his moving body tells a story of
things long forgotten and things to come, all of them flowing together right now, right here.
Mastigos : The spell of the mage is full of power and passion, a dangerous tango at the brink of destruction, where
he invites the darker half of his soul to dance to dance with him, never knowing if he will be the lead or the follow.
Moros : As he casts the spell everyone around the mage feels their live slip away and silent voices urge them to
follow the mage in a Danse Macabre wherever he leads them.
Obrimos : The nimbus of the mage acts as music and guideline for everyone and everything. For a single moment
all parts of the universe are moving in perfect order, in the steps of a cosmic waltz of absolute beauty and
perfection.
Thyrsus : The heartbeat of all living things create a rhythm as the mage dances with reality and possibility, forcing
the first to accept the second, as his steps thunder across the universe like an ancient shaman trying to call down
the rain from above.

INFERIOR ARCANUM

Acanthus : The mage is sheaved in dancing motes of constantly shifting multi-colored lights, surrounded by wild,
arcing electricity, and accompanied by strange, crazy music.
Mastigos : The mage appears to be made out of whatever material most suits his mood and personality; hard
diamond for intractable resolve, sharp flint for harshness and cruelty, clear water for purity and adaptability.
Moros : The mage becomes hazy and indistinct, as though they are made from ephemera that keeps trying to
shape to fit the nature of the local surroundings, but keeps crumbling apart.
Obrimos : The mage emits corrupted, destructive energies; waves of cold, dark purple light, sickly-green fire, the
moans of those dying of radiation poisoning.
Thyrsus : The mage's eyes take on the appearance of an animals (such as the slit pupils and odd colors of a cat
or reptile). However, the eyes have a strange edge of intelligence and perception behind them, which is unnerving
to the observer used to such eyes being blank of expression.

LOSS

Acanthus : Everyone around the mage feels like they had just lost a great opportunity because they waited for too
long.
Mastigos : For a moment those around the mage cannot remember who they are, or who the others around them
are.
Moros : Those around the mage can hear someone who has died to whisper to them. It is someone who was dear
to the listener.
Obrimos : Nobody around the mage can hear any kinds of sounds, even if there are apparent sources of noise
around.
Thyrsus : The onlookers feel the feeling of the prey, when they are cornered and the predator is coming. It is the
feeling of inevitable end.

GAMBLING

Obrimos : The light grows brighter and colorful. If day, the sun seems hotter and warmer, bright as noon in a
desert, and if night, neon seems to appear everywhere, coloring and brightening the night like man-made suns.
Chrome and gold seem to be everywhere, reflecting and increasing the light.
Acanthus : Everyone around the caster wants to throw caution to the winds. They feel the exhilaration of putting all
theirs chips on the same spot, of a bluff that's coming along well even thought they have nothing in their hand.
Then the feeling passes, and is replaced by shame at not having seized the opportunity.
Mastigos : The world seems to slow and stop, and people catch their breath in anticipation. The wheel is slowing,
the ball is teetering between black and red, the dice is rolling, and everyone cranes their heads to see what will
happen next.
Moros : Riches and ill luck. You feel the emptiness rising as you win, realizing that no matter how much gold and
money you make, you're only gambling, so to speak, to fill a void inside yourself. And right now, the void is oh so
tempting...
Thyrsus : You feel your heart pumping. Adrenaline start flowing in your body. Every moment is a gamble, a fight
for your life. Every adversary is the saber-toothed tiger, the mammoth of your ancestor. Win and you eat and live to
fight another day, loose... and become part of the pool.

STEAMPUNK

Obrimos : Arches of electricity extend from the Mage towards his now filled with vapor surroundings, while
everyone can feel the distinct smell of ozone.
Acanthus : Sounds of clocks and gears, both slowing down and accelerating at once, as the flux of time and fate
twist and turn.
Mastigos : Schematics, build patterns with cogs, pumps, gears, pistons surge inside the witnesses minds, while
they listen to voices that speak of wonders unknown.
Moros : Matter - The Mage and his surroundings glow warmly with the sheen of polished brass. Death - the feel of
worn metal, rust buildup, mechanical and material decay, while the area seems darker and run-down.
Thyrsus : The heat of a forge, the vapor running inside the veins, excitement and a rush of adrenaline that makes
your heart pump stronger, faster, and clouds one's mind. The Mage seems to be drenched in sweat, covered in oil
and grease stains, while his muscles take on a vivacious blush.

BIOTECH

Obrimos : Bio-luminescence sprouts up, but along the pristine lines of circuitry. Like a deep sea creatures, eerie
lights flicker along the Mage's skin, but with a rhythm not unlike the hum of a computer. With particularly vulgar
magic, electricity spark off the Theurgist like an electric eel.
Moros : Chemical warfare. Life does not merely wither in the presence of the Mage, but is instead de-constructed
with an all too clinical malice. Basic biological functions are arrested at the source as organs struggle to fulfill their
most basic functions and organic tissue decomposes into neat, horrific geometric patterns.
Thyrsus : Fecundity and natural perfection. The Mage gains an all too immaculate symmetry and all natural flaws
melt away under the weight of a perfected, carefully cultivated genome. Spells move along the winding path of a
DNA strand and vital crops and plants team at his/her feet.
Acanthus : The features of the Mage seem mutable and changeable, but with a deeper purpose. At any given
moment, random adaptation favors the Enchanter while useless mutations hamper his/her enemy, all at a pace of
Time that cheats scores of millennia and generations. Controlled genetic chaos is a powerful tool in the race of
evolution.
Mastigos : The Warlock is an extension of a larger, perfected hive-mind. His/her movements are not the clumsy
bumbling of a meager singular individual, but instead hints at the sublime processing power of a Gestalt over mind,
thus leading to a flawless, economical use of Space. What can one mind hope to do against such massive, albeit
unseen, cognitive hardware?

FIREARMS

Obrimos : With a crackle of electricity small images of metal are fired off at supersonic speed ... yet never really
seem to leave the aura of the mage.
Moros : A firing squad seems to form around the mage, unleashing a storm of bullets into his twitching body. He
remains standing only due to the opposing force of the bullets. But he's not harmed or hindered by this, in fact all of
his intentional movements seem to be caused by the impact energy of the bullets.
Thyrsus : A swarm of translucent illusions of creatures from around the mage, cavorting and twirling around him
clockwise. The outermost of them occasionally experience wounds from invisible bullets but they spiral inward until
they rub against the mage, healing when they touch the mage.
Acanthus : A frozen mushroom of fire and explosion is rooted in a barrel, but is the barrel exploding or is the mage
storing the explosion in the barrel?
Mastigos : everybody witnessing the glowing nimbus gets a sense that it's release has the same meaning as
someone upholstering a gun.

CREATION

Acanthus : Living things are overlain with an image of what they looked like when they were new/young, and
gradually grow back into their current state as the spell is cast.
Mastigos : The outline of the mage seems to contract to a pinpoint, then rapidly explodes outward in all directions.
Moros : Shadows resembling mushrooms, fungus, and such things as grow on decaying matter blossom and grow
on the mage and any other living things nearby.
Obrimos : The mage is suddenly covered in a deep shadow from which gradually emerges a glowing orb that rises
from the region of his head as the spell takes shape and supplants the shadow with light.
Thyrsus : Every female in the vicinity seems gravid and every male seems extremely aroused.
FORTRESS

Acanthus : The sensation of having been pulled back to an earlier, romanticized time of enchanted kingdoms and
brave knights with powerful destinies.
Mastigos : The mage seems to look down over all as if from atop a distant tower. Alternately, the feeling of being
trapped in a fortress-like labyrinth guarding against intruders.
Moros : Heavy, ageless walls of impenetrable stone and metal stand firm against all foes.
Obrimos : The mage gives commands with a royal air from the unassailable kingdom of heaven.
Thyrsus : Nature has reclaimed the ancient fortress, with vines and moss growing wild over walls and towers.
Here the only law is that of the jungle.

UNMAKING

Acanthus : The mage's every action appears to be a horrible mistake, as if he were a fool about to walk off a cliff,
but then as the mistake takes hold, as "the fool" begins to "plummet" all of the sudden "the fool's" actions come
undone and he proceeds along a different course ... to the next cliff
Mastigos : Looking at the mage causes pain as it feels like every goetic demon that makes up your mind is trying
to pull out of the structure at once, tearing your mind apart in the process. Meanwhile the world around the mage
appears to fracture, as if it were a picture painted onto a glass window and the mage a ball that had broken it. The
"shards" fall inwards towards the emptiness surrounding the Mage.
Moros : Decay, decomposition, slowly everything near the mage becomes black dust. "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to
Dust"
Obrimos : The aura of light seems to flare large around the mage, only to catch on fire around the fringe and
slowly consume itself, at which point it flares again
Thyrsus : The ground seems to be torn apart by rapidly growing plants, only for those plants to be devoured by
ethereal animals that then turn on each other. Each gets bigger as it consumes it's opponents until the last and
largest one is brutally destroyed by the "seeds" of the "plants" inside its "stomach" rapidly grow out of it, beginning
the cycle again.

EVERCHANGING

Acanthus : The mage seems to vibrate and buzz with potential, warping between points in their own life (i.e.
appearing to be different ages) and destinies (i.e. appearing to be in different possible futures, such as successful
businessman, studious academic, world weary fighter, homeless and destitute, committed family man, etc.).
Mastigos : The mage appears agitated, constantly shifting their eyes, quivering with barely concealed terror,
muttering to themselves, and looking ready to do just about anything.
Moros : The ground and air around the mage appear to boil and seethe, looking as volatile as acids or explosive/
flammable liquids, as though they might spill forth and consume everything around them, or suddenly expend their
energy and freeze solid.
Obrimos : The mage appears to be surrounded by a sheet of strange and exotic particles (magnified to a just
about visible level), spontaneously coming into existence, warping, and then ceasing to exist.
Thyrsus : The mage appears as though their body is mutating or rapidly switching between potential and previous
evolutionary paths.

CLOSE MINDEDNESS

Acanthus : Things seem fixed. Time seems to stand still, and events seems fated and inevitable.
Mastigos : Those around the mage feel absolute certainty in the undeniable superiority of their beliefs and the
obvious inferiority of the beliefs of others.
Moros : Objects appear heavier, more solid, even immovable even as people can feel all life moving to its certain
conclusion.
Obrimos : Lights brighten to painful intensity, shadows deepen to absolute voids, and colors fade as the whole
world, for a moment, is truly seen in black and white.
Thyrsus : Those present feel ancient primal instincts nearly overwhelm their cultured minds. Hunt, kill, feed, mate.
No discussion, no negotiation.
VIOLENCE

Acanthus : Cruel and nasty sprites and pixies and brownies zoom about the mage, snapping at each other, tearing
at the mage's shadow, and nipping at his heels.
Mastigos : A demonic figure looms over the mage, driving hot pokers through his heart which opens the floodgates
through which all of his hate and vice can flow freely like ichors.
Moros : The mage appears to be ravaged by the most unpleasant forms of decay; their body bloats and spews
gases, sores open up across them and spew pus, their skin is drawn back at their scalp and lips and fingers.
Obrimos : The mage crackles with violent energies; blinding light, searing heat, deafening sound, wild fire, and
dancing lightning.
Thyrsus : When the mage's shadow lies behind him, it elongates and takes the shape of wild beasts tearing into
the mage's body. When it is before him, it shrinks and takes the form of timid animals which yelp in pain and fear
under the mage's feet.

DIRE REVELATIONS

Acanthus : Those around the mage feel a horrible moment of clarity; they gain the vague yet distinct impression of
seemingly random events which have been building up into an exact moment with a terrible purpose. For just a
moment, they see in their mind's eye how all the dominos have been set up, and realize that they are powerless to
stop them from tumbling down.
Mastigos : Those around the mage feel a brief epiphany about their most basic personality flaw, unclouded by
prejudice or ignorance. They look inward and see the aspect of themselves which has always brought pain and
failure into their lives, a revelation too horrible to acknowledge for more than a second.
Moros : Those around the mage look upon all things (including people and themselves) as dust, as they fully
acknowledge how no matter what anyone does, all things must be reduced base particles by death and decay.
Obrimos : A blinding clarity is driven into the eyes of those around the mage. They feel as though they can look
upon the infinite complexity and beauty of the entire cosmos, accompanied by the utter realization of how tiny and
insignificant they are in the face of it.
Thyrsus : Those around the mage experience a great and primal anxiety, as they feel the ire of the malevolent
spirits who lie beyond the Gauntlet. They feel the terrifying hatred of the eternal incarnations of every animal who
has suffered at human hands, every environment that has been poisoned or broken by human endeavors, and
every idea which has been vilified or forgotten.

PATRIARCHY

Acanthus : A silver torc with filigree in the shape of thorns appears around the mage's neck, his voice rings with
authority and every agreement made in his presence has the weight of fealty.
Obrimos : A throne of flames appears behind the character as radiant beings kneel before him.
Mastigos : The character appears taller than everyone, an iron scepter appearing in his hand. Onlookers feel
chains around their necks, weighing them down in a gesture of obeisance.
Moros : The weight of generations of ancestors can be felt, half seen presences that stop and confer with the
mage, as a rightful representative of their will on earth. Ghostly robes adorn the mage, stitched with arcane
symbols of authority.
Thyrsus : A lion's mane appears superimposed over the character, crowning him with dominance and the gut
instinct that this guy's in charge.

PAPER

Acanthus : The rustling sound of leaflets in the wind, with the character's emotions and appearance seeming two-
dimensional but absolute.
Obrimos : Willworkers find themselves with arcane writings on the wall, whatever book or thesis the character last
read, with a low utterance of the pages through ought the room. Sometimes wall-paper will appear to peel off as
though it was thousands of individual sheets taped, with the letters burned in.
Mastigos : The fact that the character and the area around him are all on separate planes is lost to observers, as
perspective bends and acute angles dominate the Mage's features.
Moros : Books, and writing surfaces seem dusty through disuse, or take on aged appearances as they succumb to
the eventuality of entropy. Clothing, strings, and nearby pages fold and tear themselves in ways indicative of the
Arcanum.
Thyrsus : The anxious and excited feeling of coming to the climax of a book, tears may come to onlookers eyes as
they recall the sadder passages from the tales they've read or had. The texture of pages and fonts may seem more
pronounced.

METAL

Acanthus : The mage's eyes seem to be pools of mercury and their movement seems fluid. With strong magic,
metals seems to have a fluidity to them, and liquids take on a slightly metallic sheen.
Obrimos : The willworker's body takes on a golden hue and shine. With strong magic, the room plays with
reflections of golden light.
Mastigos : Those around the mage feel as if he has a will of iron. His features seem more defined and solid, as if
cast that way.
Moros : All object feel heavier, denser. Metals take on a look of lead, regardless of what type. With powerful
death magic, all metals seem to have a coat of rust, regardless of if they can rust.
Thyrsus : The world seems to have a silvery glow, as moonlight striking a metallic surface. The spirit of metallic
items seems revealed. The sword as the "soul of the samurai" or the car with a personality of her own seem
perfectly obvious.

NOSTALGIA

Acanthus : Echoes of childlike laughter seem to flit around the mage, phrases from half forgotten children's
rhymes tease the ear.
Obrimos : The light around the mage takes on a strange glow, tinting everything in the glow of gaslight or old film
reels or the sepia tones of old photographs.
Mastigos : Memories seem to surface at every association, everything seeming to remind the onlooker about
something from his or her past. People tend to drift off into daydreams in the mage's presence.
Moros : New items seem to become brittle and cheap, plastics look tacky and electronics too flashy. Older items
become more solid and attractive looking.
Thyrsus : Half forgotten scents drift from the air around the mage, especially of food that one hasn't tasted for
years.

MOTION

Acanthus : The mage's movements leave blurred afterimages with a silvery sheen.
Obrimos : The mage appears to be constantly vibrating, causing the surrounding air to shift into multiple hues.
When the mage moves, this effect becomes magnified, leaving a red shift behind him and a blue shift before.
Mastigos : The mage exudes the sensation of a strange optical illusion, where he appears not to move, but for the
distance between him to simply fall away.
Moros : The movement of the mage and everything around him seems to become rigid and ordered, almost
mechanical.
Thyrsus : The mage moves with a certain hypnotic sway and rhythm, almost as if dancing. Other moving things
around the mage seem to pick up on this rhythm, and are caught along with it.

DISCOVERY

Acanthus : People are filled with a sense they will chart the undiscovered country; unknown past or future events
are about to be revealed. Powerful uses of magic give those around the mage have a sense that they have found
what fate has in store for them, their life's purpose.
Obrimos : The mage glows with a soft light that seems to illuminate all that is hidden, both physical and
ephemeral.
Mastigos : All those around the willworker feel as if their deepest thoughts are revealed to the mage. With
powerful magic, space seems to warp to reveal what is hidden just out of view.
Moros : The mage appears covered in shadow, only to be revealed as the spell is cast. When fully revealed, the
caster's eyes seem to carry a sense of knowledge, as if he has discovered some of the great secret of what lays
beyond death.
Thyrsus : All life around the mage seems to reveal itself and glow with a gentle light. Spirits seem drawn to the
area out of curiosity, and can be seen fleetingly watching the caster.
HEALTH

Acanthus : The silver-lining of things seems to shine a little bit brighter as each footstep appears more
determined. The Mage gives off a positive out-look.
Obrimos : Features of the character seem especially radiant. Their eyes express deeper meanings, their hair has
an especially nice sheen to it, or at least everything just seems to strike a chord with each other.
Mastigos : Every route taken between things seems bent, like it's being flexed. Walking can appear brisk by
distance, or expressions can feel especially well punctuated.
Moros : Personal effect seems especially certain of their place, while the relaxed look of the peacefully dead plays
itself over the face of the Mage.
Thyrsus : The feeling of post-coital glow, with the nagging after side that you are only masturbating. It's not a
problem, and almost feels like you're better off by yourself.

GREAT BURDEN

Acanthus : The mage’s appearance becomes that of someone who has aged long before their time. Their posture
stoops, eyes take on a harsh and jaded stare, hair becomes thin and wind-tossed, and dust clings about them as
though from a long road traveled.
Obrimos : The mage displays a pattern of burn marks that have never fully healed, and some of them erupt with
new flames to consume the flesh once again.
Mastigos : Rusty chains appear to hook into the Mage’s flesh, and bind parts of their limbs. Their movement
appears hindered and laborious.
Moros : The mage takes on a regal appearance, with great vestments and an almost overly-large scepter and
crown. However, the vestments appear shabby, the crown and scepter are made of lead, and the ill-fitting crown
steadily slips from the mage’s head.
Thyrsus : The mage takes on almost equine features. He appears with a bloodied spear in one hand, and carrying
a dead goat over his opposite shoulder.

COSMOS

Obrimos : The heart of a star, a pure unbridled sense of power erupting forth like a solar flare, inspiring awe in all
present.
Thyrsus : The formation of stars and planets, a nebula compressing itself into bursts of power, creating a sense of
invigoration.
Acanthus : A series of constellations and stellar alignments, varying depending on the type of spell to represent
the influence stars have upon us, creating a sense of omens amongst witnesses (potentially inspiring visions).
Moros : The collapse of a supergiant star's supernova into a black hole - bright along the edges, but darker and
heavier towards the mage, creating a sense of futility and inescapability, along with an unignorable presence and
weightiness making it hard to move or ignore what is happening.
Mastigos : The vast distances in the void of space, a sense of emptiness and even madness as you realize how
empty the universe truly is.

INDUSTRY

Acanthus : The need to move is overwhelming for a moment, to go out and do things, accomplish new feats. Little
people that are almost seen in the corner of one's eyes seem to rush to and fro. Were those shoelaces untied
before? Is that ... whistling?
Mastigos : The feeling of a crowd of busy people surrounds the mage, invisible presences that seem intent on
going about their business press in close, almost suffocatingly.
Moros : The sound of grinding gears, the smell of oil and ozone, the taste of blood from an industrial accident.
Obrimos : The clanging of pistons and the hum of electricity, sound of a train engine chugging by.
Thyrsus : The sound of scuttling feet is quiet at first, but grows louder. A buzzing, chewing, skittering sound of
insects busy at work.

EARTH

Acanthus : A gritty taste fills everyone’s mouth, and sand particles because to fill the air. They swirl about the
mage in a bowed vortex, almost like they’re at the apex of an hourglass.
Mastigos : The surrounding air assaults the eyes, nose and lips with the sting of salt. The mage’s hands appear
blistered and bloody from manual labor, and are crusted with mud along with his clothing. Several fresh gashes on
his back bleed profusely.
Moros : The mage appears like an obelisk in the glare of sunset, casting a long shadow on the ground. The earth
where the shadow passes seems to erode and crack, as it glides in front of the mage like from a giant sundial.
Obrimos : The mage’s flesh darkens and his veins pulsate and glow like magma. The air seems oppressively hot
and heavy, as the mage’s eyes take on the clarity of diamonds.
Thyrsus : The sight is dulled while senses of smell and hearing seem to heighten and almost synergize. The smell
of fresh soil is incredibly potent, as is the sound of skittering vermin just below the ground.

DECAY

Acanthus : Metals turn a rusty brown as wet vines & grass emerge from their forms. Everyone feels a bit on edge,
wondering how long it will be before nature reclaims civilization.
Mastigos : Every structure looks bare, every Car looks ruined. Friends & Family are blissfully unaware, moving
through a neighborhood that no longer exists.
Moros : Death literally follows the Mage. Images of past Tragedies cover the landscape throwing the past and
present into sharp Contrast.
Obrimos : Depraved behavior both horrifies & tempts the mage. A Civilization of Hedonists celebrates the fall of
mankind calling to the mage to join them.
Thyrsus : Life... stops. As images of people & vehicles past by they all seem less real & more ephemeral.

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