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'''Long Term Nimbus:''' The things lost through death resurface slowly, haunting whispers of untold secrets from beyond the grave. Materials, tools, writings withstand the rigors of events around them easier.
'''Long Term Nimbus:''' The things lost through death resurface slowly, plant grows over graves, reminding people of the lost, haunting whispers of untold secrets from beyond the grave. Materials, tools, writings withstand the rigors of events around them easier.


'''Immediate Nimbus:''' The blood that was spilled seeps through the cracks, the last words spoken dances on the wind, the water doesn't quite wash away the sin. People may never know what you did, but the world will always remember. [Tilt: +8 Again on investigation, -10 Again on Subterfuge, +1 to wits]
'''Immediate Nimbus:''' The World Remembers, Truth blooms around the mage in cloud of greenery that feeds on the old spilled blood, turn the poison of lies into a shocking truth like plants cleaning the air, water whispers of the sins it washed away as it dances like an aura. '''[+1 Wits, 8 again on Investigation & Empathy, no 10 again on Subterfuge]'''


'''Signature Nimbus:''' Stains of dried blood, the sensation that truth is found here and that it might not be something you want to know.
'''Signature Nimbus:''' Where blood once was, moss now grows, the sensation that truth is strong here and that looking it in the face might be terrifying.
 
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Revision as of 18:21, 6 January 2021

Long Term Nimbus: The things lost through death resurface slowly, plant grows over graves, reminding people of the lost, haunting whispers of untold secrets from beyond the grave. Materials, tools, writings withstand the rigors of events around them easier.

Immediate Nimbus: The World Remembers, Truth blooms around the mage in cloud of greenery that feeds on the old spilled blood, turn the poison of lies into a shocking truth like plants cleaning the air, water whispers of the sins it washed away as it dances like an aura. [+1 Wits, 8 again on Investigation & Empathy, no 10 again on Subterfuge]

Signature Nimbus: Where blood once was, moss now grows, the sensation that truth is strong here and that looking it in the face might be terrifying.