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Caretaker (Governor): The Sleeping Dragon of NewCambria

WA Delegate: None.

Founder: The mystical watcher

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Nudest: 1,580th Most Nations: 1,774th Most Valuable International Artwork: 2,823rd
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Welcome to The Mystical Council, home of the foremost magics and mystics ruling the realm!

Come join our roleplay on the Regional Message Board, or hang out with our community on LinkDiscord

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News:

  • The sleeping dragon has taken control. We wish Venico a happy retirement!



This region is a colony and trophy of The Brotherhood of Malice. If you are interested in seeing our shadowy side, join us over there for some Malicious Operations.



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    The Mystical Council Roleplaying: Premise and Rules

    BulletinPolicy by Diviciacus . 181 reads.

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    Operation Tacitus Awards

    MetaGameplay by Raxion . 875 reads.

Embassies: The Brotherhood of Malice, The Nivelian Republic, The Black Hawks, Valle de Arena, The Shadows, Lone Wolves United, The Communist Bloc, The Union Of Great Onionist Nations, and Hunters For Hire.

Tags: Fantasy Tech, Invader, Liberated, and Medium.

The Mystical Council contains 11 nations, the 1,774th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Most Cultured in The Mystical Council

After spending many tedious hours in coffee shops and concert halls, World Census experts have found the following nations to be the most cultured.

As a region, The Mystical Council is ranked 25,710th in the world for Most Cultured.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Holy Commune of Deep GembuldihrLeft-wing Utopia“Growth from the deep.”
2.The Empire of Neo antarticaDemocratic Socialists“For the motherland”
3.The Empire of Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep CeallachIron Fist Consumerists“Fire gleamed from his sword's blade.”
4.The Dictatorship of SambaCompulsory Consumerist State“For the motherland”
5.The Free Land of Domos PincaAnarchy“Freedom, finally”
6.The Principality of XentanosInoffensive Centrist Democracy“God, Homeland, Liberty”
7.The Republic of Publica DruidaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“For the Republic!”
8.The Republic of Kyndryl DurahlInoffensive Centrist Democracy“We all lift together.”
9.The Theocracy of Cristo VerdeMoralistic Democracy“Verde”
10.The Sultanate of UlhowekFather Knows Best State“Prawda zwycięża”
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After a while of eavesdropping and sightseeing, Acythe walked to the inn Diviciacus spoke of earlier. It was rather quiet, which was all the better. They couldn't spot either of their companions, so they drew their flute and began playing by themselves.

This song would be the first full song they learned for harvest festivals their hometown held yearly, a fairly energetic melody that captivated their heart young. There was lots of joy a few hundred years ago, when Acythe was but a small child regarding all the games and dances with curiosity. Now, however, the song held a rather nostalgic undertone, as if it was yearning for those days of old.

The Dark Druid made his way through town, guiding the wagon at the pace of an elderly man on a leisurely stroll. Lighting his pipe once more, he kept his hood up and head down in order to avoid too much attention. Eventually, he spotted a stable and began to pull Ungoth and Tripe towards it. Something about the smell of hay, sweat, and horse dung sent him back to days before. How many stables had he visited, how many poor horses had he gone through?Too many on both accounts he decided. As he pulled along the building's edge, a stable hand ran up along side him. "Hey mister! Can I be of any help for ya?" The young boy was maybe twelve, with freckles spotted across his nose and cheeks, and blonde hair cut as if his moth had simply dropped a bowl on his head.

"Yes yes, come here." Diviciacus slowed the beasts and with great care, stepped down from the wagon. After handing the kid the reins, he also fetched a few dark coins from his cloak. "I don't know how these beasts are going to take to oats and hay. Get them some time on a green field as often as ye can lad and I'll double what I just gave ye. Understood?" The boy nodded before guiding the wagon and beginning to unhitch the two. Diviciacus for his part, added a bit more leaf to his pipe and began to make his way to the inn adjacent to the stable. As he rounded the corner, his eye spotted a light beech wood sign in the shape of a dog with its snout in the air and its mouth ajar slightly. The Whistling Hound was carved into its collar and painted in a dark brown. The smells hit his senses first. Fresh baked good, along with the savory taste of meat on the air to which his stomach growled in response. Through the door of the same beech wood, the inside contained about a dozen tables and about three times as many chairs, all looking to have been rebuilt a time or two previously. The bar had about six stools against it, and a burly orc for a barman behind it, glaring at Diviciacus as he entered. Scattered about the room were maybe five patrons, but it was only the middle of the day.

Making his way to one of the stools, Diviciacus bowed his head in deference to the orc. "Good day, sir. Looking for a room for me and my companions." He placed a coin on the counter. "Fixings and drink to go with it." Another two coins on the counter. "And finally a bit of your time if ye can spare it." This time he held the coin between his fingers still. For a moment, the barman's eyes narrowed but he scooped the three coins from the bar and pocketed them, placing a key in their place. "Room on the left, end of the hallway behind me. Yours until the week's end." The druid gave a polite nod in response and took the key. "And it depends on what kind of intelligence you need. I try not to make a habit of being a blabber mouth to every out of towner."

A smile tugged at the edges of Diviciacus' mouth. "Of course not, my good man. Although my companions and I do come here in good faith, I don't expect you to know that from my look. We are here to hunt a beast that stalks your town's edge occasionally and makes its lair a ways from here where it gathers its strength both physically and..." He hesitated a moment, not knowing Pultska's disposition towards the arcane. "Magically as well."

The orc's lips parsed a bit as he filled a mug for the druid and placed it before him. "Talk to Rottiger tonight. You'll know him when you see him. Usually comes in a bit past sun down." The orc gently peeled the coin from his hand. Diviciacus saluted his host with his drink and made his way to a table awaiting his companions, sipping on the mulled cider in his cup. "Good taste, my man. Good taste."

Acythe and Deep Gembuldihr

Some time later, Gembul shuffled quietly into the inn. A few other patrons had arrived as since Diviciacus had made his appearance, but the evening activity was not yet in full swing, something which Gembul was silently rather grateful for.

Spying Diviciacus resting at a table not far from a corner of the room, Gembul nodded in his direction and made his way over, hefting himself upward into a vacant chair, which was fortunately tall enough to where his head was comfortably above the surface of the table.

"So, find any leads on our beast? Afraid I mostly just heard rumors about the goings on around town, maybe something going on to the East but nothing I'd put gold on just yet. Figured a smaller crowd like here might make it easier to sit and talk to someone directly."

He met eyes with the orcish barman staring at him from across the room.

"He looks like a piece of work..." he chuckled, moreso to help himself relax after the recent stresses of the day.

Breaking eye contact, he turned back to Diviciacus.

"Wonder where Acythe got off to? Ah well, I'm sure we'll meet up with them before nightfall. In the meantime...", he stood on the chair to peer into the mug on the table, "You need a new drink, and I need one for myself, I reckon..."

A moment later, Gembul returned with a pair of mugs and passed some time exchanging information and stories with Diviciacus while awaiting the appearance of the third of their trio.

Acythe

Thanelly stepped into the inn and looked around, stretching and windmilling one of her arms briefly while she searched for the people she'd been following. Soon enough she caught sight of one of the ones who fit the description that she'd been given by the spirits and approached, her staff tapping on the ground with every step -A vanity item really, she had no need for a staff for magic or walking but it certainly helped to grant her some gravitas.

Without waiting for herself to be invited to do so, she took a seat in the third chair at the table and looked at the other two there, seeming profoundly tired, "Sorry I'm late. You'd be amazed how many spirits like to pull pranks. Last time I trust the foxy ones."

Venico, Acythe, and Deep Gembuldihr

Acythe took a break from their flute playing in the corner of the Whistling Hound's bar area, surveying the scene. There were a few more people who have entered the place now, and very quickly they spotted Gembul. It wasn't hard to spot the dwarf, they hardly are ever difficult to lose track of despite their diminutive size. They snuck up to the group quietly, taking residence at the fourth chair without a word.

"The beast appears to feed at night. Plenty of townsfolk seem to report their guards going missing, screams in the night... especially concentrated on the northeastern border of town." Acythe's eyes seem to latch onto the necromancer who seemed to have joined the table. They don't quite recognize Thanelly, but the nagging feeling inside told them that they probably crossed paths before.

"I do not believe we have been aquainted."

Thanelly turns to the side to look at Acythe from her seat at the table, appraising him keenly, "Thanelly, Shepherd of Spirits." she said simply by way of introduction, "Beast hunting are we? Not exactly my forte but I suppose I'll try my best to contribute."

Acythe

Visoraxus sneaked around in the shadows and looked around to see if anyone else was there. Nobody was.

"Dead chat."

Visoraxus wrote:Visoraxus sneaked around in the shadows and looked around to see if anyone else was there. Nobody was.

"Dead chat."

Gembul shuffles by in the background holding a lantern filled with fireflies. He scans the darkness, muttering something about a wrong turn, before turning a bend and disappearing once more.

guess who's back

how is everyone

Diviciacus

Diviciacus

Lozanogorachyll Empire wrote:guess who's back

how is everyone

Good evening

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