Can't be done. You can only be under the effect of a single aegis, whether you're the one protecting or being protected. In this case, Shuyin aegising Desitrus will prevent Desitrus aegising Nejii.

How long does being peaced from the avenger last?

Depends on the number of suspects you had at the time you were introduced to the shiny end of the avatar's spear. Unfortunately, I don't know the formula.

Makes sense. On the other hand, a mechanic which prevents you from bashing or even defending yourself is... well, it is what it is.

Can trademasters of a cartel of a trade they no longer have the skill for still design for that trade?

Also, around how long does it take to harvest, say, 1000 of an herb, assuming you can find said herb?

(I'm considering a switch from Artisan to Herbalism, because I'm never online to actually construct stuff for people, whereas herbs are almost pure profit, except for the time bit. But, I have my own cartel...)

Yes, you can still submit your designs to your cartel.

Faeling with gloves, about 1000 seconds.

Does elfen/faeling regeneration work on wyrden forest as well as ethereal forest?

Only Shadow faelings regen in Wyrd.

What would happen if you submitted a really well-written Lusternian God slash fiction story for the Bardics?

Long as it was PG-13, it should be cool, I guess.

Why? Gonna?

My next question is, if I find the text to Twilight and replace "Bella" with "Maylea" and "Edward" with "Nocht", and submitted that for bardics, what would happen?

You'd get leafy!

I would drive up to NY and find you, and burn your computer.

Who's Carlisle?

"And for all that," he continued, "I'd have fared better if I had exposed us at that first moment, than if now, here--with no witnesses and nothing to stop me--I were to hurt you."

I was nonWyrd enough to have to ask. "Why?"

"Maylea." He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual touch. "May, I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don't know how it's tortured me." He looked down, ashamed again. "The thought of you, still, white, cold . . . to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses . . . it would be unendurable." He lifted his glorious agonized eyes to mine. "You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever."

My head was spinning at the rapid change in direction our conversation had taken. From the cheerful topic of my impending demise, we were suddenly declaring ourselves. He waited, and even though I looked down to study our hands between us, I knew his golden eyes were on me.

"You already know how I feel, of course," I finally said, "I'm here . . . which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you." I frowned. "I'm an idiot."

"You are an idiot," he agreed with a laugh. Our eyes met, and I laughed, too. We laughed together at the idiocy and sheer impossibility of such a moment.

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb . . ." he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.

"What a stupid lamb," I sighed.

"What a sick masochistic lion."


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PS: I do not own or claim to own the Twilight Series. That is all.

In the near future, you will disappear. Shortly afterwards, pieces of you will be found scattered all over the basin, with flame sigils attached.

Make stop!

Myrkr, don't you like having ten toes?

Never mind. I found the answer to my question myself.