One of the more intriguing (to me anyway) parts of Nameless & Accursed is the positing that parts of the Awakened template might be altered to create what otherwise seem like impossible beings: Tremere replace their Gnosis with Hollow, allowing them to wield the Arcana despite their lack of soul, while Scelesti partake in the anti-Wisdom of Joining, and the Rapt have become essentially shells for their ever-leaking magic, a Supernal symbol burning its way into the Fallen World.
To that end, I've been thinking of other ways that mages might warp themselves (or find themselves warped), for the pursuit of power, esoteric enlightenment, or because that's what they were told to do before they knew any better, to transform into beings that are still recognizable as mages, though as seen through a twisted, broken mirror.
My first idea involves mages who have delved too deeply and too long into the Hedge, their bodies and minds pricked away at by the Thorns until the Wyrd takes hold, their tattered souls scarring over with Glamour, becoming fae-like entities who impose not Supernal truth with their spells but instead Arcadian fancy. Their magic doesn't draw from the Arcana but instead the Regalia (and in a way, wary Lost note, not dissimilar to that of the Gentry themselves), still ordered by the ten Practices, still ostensibly in pursuit of the Mysteries, but filtered through a new symbolic lens of beautiful lies and bittersweet truths.
Actually I guess that's the only idea I have so far. I like seeing how weird the standard PC templates can get as they stray farther afield from basic concepts though, so be sure to post your own visions.
To that end, I've been thinking of other ways that mages might warp themselves (or find themselves warped), for the pursuit of power, esoteric enlightenment, or because that's what they were told to do before they knew any better, to transform into beings that are still recognizable as mages, though as seen through a twisted, broken mirror.
My first idea involves mages who have delved too deeply and too long into the Hedge, their bodies and minds pricked away at by the Thorns until the Wyrd takes hold, their tattered souls scarring over with Glamour, becoming fae-like entities who impose not Supernal truth with their spells but instead Arcadian fancy. Their magic doesn't draw from the Arcana but instead the Regalia (and in a way, wary Lost note, not dissimilar to that of the Gentry themselves), still ordered by the ten Practices, still ostensibly in pursuit of the Mysteries, but filtered through a new symbolic lens of beautiful lies and bittersweet truths.
Actually I guess that's the only idea I have so far. I like seeing how weird the standard PC templates can get as they stray farther afield from basic concepts though, so be sure to post your own visions.
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