Rectifying a mistake [Open|Training]
Mar 27, 2015 0:07:59 GMT -7
Post by AMATERASU on Mar 27, 2015 0:07:59 GMT -7
OOC: Turns out that way back when there was a tp bonus handed off, i grabbed a tech requiring the discern lies tech. i neglected to get discern lies. I have yet to engage in any multi-player activities since then, due to focusing on other characters, but have only now realized this error. So i'll be learning it right now. That said, as always anyone is welcome to join in at any time.
Discern Lies
Rank: "B"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: The Venatores are known to tell if a person is lieing.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Each round, the Venator concentrate on 1 target, who must be within the range of 7 meters plus 6 meters per Class Level. The user will know if the target deliberately and knowingly speaks a lie by discerning disturbances in its aura caused by lying. The Jutsu does not reveal the truth, uncover unintentional inaccuracies, or necessarily reveal evasions. Each round, the user may concentrate on a different target. User may concentrate on 2 targets per Class level higher than "D" Class. User is only able to perform this technique 4 times per Class Level a day.
Limit: Must be a Venator.
0|70
I, Zenovia, had taken up a temporary residence in a town not too far off from where I battled the Nosferatu. It was a small place, but the people were warm and it offered me a measure of safety with which to hone my skills. Sister Griselda would be pleased with my progress if she was here, I think, though a concern has grown in my heart over the last year that I may never see her again this side of the Heavens. Certainly the situation looked dire when she commanded I leave ahead of her to reach this continent.
I still consulted my tomes daily, the Ars Goetia which was the key to knowing our foes, as well as the Ars Venatore, which contained information on many of the skills an exorcist was required to learn. It still amazed me to this day how many of them were based in knowledge and socialization. Being a bit of a power-idiot, I was bad at these sorts of things, but I was getting better all the time. I wanted to learn to Discern Lies next, a thing which required no dedicated spaces to train in private. Only use and exposure.
It was written that at the highest level an exorcist could sense disturbances of the spirit, the imbalance caused by the Opposition when He whispered His lies through mortal lips. But it was limited. If the target were not aware he spoke false, he would show no sign of falsehood. Nor if he spoke in partial truths or circumvented the question. Irritating. Better than nothing though, for determining the presence of undesirables.
For now, I sat alone in the local tavern. They wouldn't allow me to partake of wine at my age, but there was milk of decent quality. I leafed through the Ars Goetia with one hand as was my habit, the other within easy reach of either my drink or my small blade Ascalon, which was mostly concealed by my white cloak. For now, I had left Durandal in a safe place, along with the rest of my hunting gear. No need to be too intimidating, though I preferred to keep my hood up, the golden edge pulled low over my eyes. I didn't feel like dealing with the more persistent of male advances today.
For now, I watched, and listened. I tried to open my soul to the resonance of the others here, but it was beyond my capabilities. They were too numerous. I was seeking to spot any and all lies told here. Purely for the sake of curiosity and training. I had no intention of interfering with the affairs of others. Still, I did like it here, and felt a little invested in the welfare of the people. It was a difficult balancing act, but one I had so far succeeded in over the last some months.
So far nothing stood out to me, though it was a bit tough to make out specifics over the general din. But I could see faces. Faces engaged in the usual evening revelries after a hard day's labour. Faces seeking to take the measure of those around them. Particularly the opposite sex. Hunting. Predatory. Not dangerous though. They boasted, pleaded, and cajoled. Men, women, little difference in their behaviors at the core, though on the surface it was the males who believed themselves to be initiators.
But no outright lies. At least none they were aware of. Or perhaps more accurately, none I was able to read. I took a long drought from the mug of milk, and watched some more. If nothing else, there was fun to be had witnessing the serial escalation of shenanigans as the night would wear on. Give a drunkard a rousing medley and be entertained for a while. Do the same with several, and be entertained for hours and hours.
Discern Lies
Rank: "B"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: The Venatores are known to tell if a person is lieing.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Each round, the Venator concentrate on 1 target, who must be within the range of 7 meters plus 6 meters per Class Level. The user will know if the target deliberately and knowingly speaks a lie by discerning disturbances in its aura caused by lying. The Jutsu does not reveal the truth, uncover unintentional inaccuracies, or necessarily reveal evasions. Each round, the user may concentrate on a different target. User may concentrate on 2 targets per Class level higher than "D" Class. User is only able to perform this technique 4 times per Class Level a day.
Limit: Must be a Venator.
0|70
I, Zenovia, had taken up a temporary residence in a town not too far off from where I battled the Nosferatu. It was a small place, but the people were warm and it offered me a measure of safety with which to hone my skills. Sister Griselda would be pleased with my progress if she was here, I think, though a concern has grown in my heart over the last year that I may never see her again this side of the Heavens. Certainly the situation looked dire when she commanded I leave ahead of her to reach this continent.
I still consulted my tomes daily, the Ars Goetia which was the key to knowing our foes, as well as the Ars Venatore, which contained information on many of the skills an exorcist was required to learn. It still amazed me to this day how many of them were based in knowledge and socialization. Being a bit of a power-idiot, I was bad at these sorts of things, but I was getting better all the time. I wanted to learn to Discern Lies next, a thing which required no dedicated spaces to train in private. Only use and exposure.
It was written that at the highest level an exorcist could sense disturbances of the spirit, the imbalance caused by the Opposition when He whispered His lies through mortal lips. But it was limited. If the target were not aware he spoke false, he would show no sign of falsehood. Nor if he spoke in partial truths or circumvented the question. Irritating. Better than nothing though, for determining the presence of undesirables.
For now, I sat alone in the local tavern. They wouldn't allow me to partake of wine at my age, but there was milk of decent quality. I leafed through the Ars Goetia with one hand as was my habit, the other within easy reach of either my drink or my small blade Ascalon, which was mostly concealed by my white cloak. For now, I had left Durandal in a safe place, along with the rest of my hunting gear. No need to be too intimidating, though I preferred to keep my hood up, the golden edge pulled low over my eyes. I didn't feel like dealing with the more persistent of male advances today.
For now, I watched, and listened. I tried to open my soul to the resonance of the others here, but it was beyond my capabilities. They were too numerous. I was seeking to spot any and all lies told here. Purely for the sake of curiosity and training. I had no intention of interfering with the affairs of others. Still, I did like it here, and felt a little invested in the welfare of the people. It was a difficult balancing act, but one I had so far succeeded in over the last some months.
So far nothing stood out to me, though it was a bit tough to make out specifics over the general din. But I could see faces. Faces engaged in the usual evening revelries after a hard day's labour. Faces seeking to take the measure of those around them. Particularly the opposite sex. Hunting. Predatory. Not dangerous though. They boasted, pleaded, and cajoled. Men, women, little difference in their behaviors at the core, though on the surface it was the males who believed themselves to be initiators.
But no outright lies. At least none they were aware of. Or perhaps more accurately, none I was able to read. I took a long drought from the mug of milk, and watched some more. If nothing else, there was fun to be had witnessing the serial escalation of shenanigans as the night would wear on. Give a drunkard a rousing medley and be entertained for a while. Do the same with several, and be entertained for hours and hours.
