You've finally done it, /tg/. After decades of research you've figured out a spell to make you immortal, unaging, and (almost) beyond death's reach.
The rules of magic in this universe require two things for this spell to work
>a weakness, a way you can be killed (can be a condition or an item so "Only a man not born of women can kill me" is valid)
>that you have to tell anyone who asks a honest clue about what your weakness is, the more specific or complex your weakness, the more specific the clue has to be.
So /tg/, what's your weakness? And what's the clue?
My weakness is
>I can only be slain if my parents come to love and accept me.
My clue is
>I can only be slain if my parents come to love and accept me. No need to hide it it if it's never gonna happen
>I can only be killed by an arrow that has been used to kill a snipe.
I'm tired. Thought I typed that word but didn't.
Also forgot my pic.
accidents happen you know. like youre a witch allergic to brazil nuts and then you get inseminated by a barbarian who lives on a brazil nut diet or something (say "that uncle"). true story, semen transfers whatever it is in brazil nuts that people are allergic to
I mean, if my weakness is, say, tied to the genocide of a species, say... all elves - and only when all elves die can I follow them...
... then my goal is complete anyway the day I die.
This seems like a version of immortality too good to be true.
On the other hand, it makes it extremely difficult for you to commit suicide if you reach a point where the ennui is getting you down. And what if there's elves you can't get to? You'd face madness with potentially no escape.
I don't see why living forever neccessarily means madness with no escape.
I've already determined that despite life having no intrinsic merit I may as well keep going because I have nothing better to be doing.
Yeah, I know accidents happen.
That's exactly why my parents will never love me.
>Cleric shows up at the your doorstep.
>His sigil is a pen over a cog.
>A Priest of the God of Law.
>Slaps some papers on your desk.
>"Your parents died five days ago. Tragic house fire."
>You smile. You can never be defeated now.
>"But I looked into the matter. You see, as an immortal, you fall under a different set of laws regarding age of majority. Under the principles outlined in the Treaty of Godrick's Spire, any immortal being less than a century old is a minor. So you're an orphan... or at least you were. You've been adopted. Adopted by the Church of Jord, Goddess of Mercy. Jord, well she loves and accepts everybody; it's kind of her thing, and it turns out they adopt any orphan sight unseen as a matter of policy. The paperwork is all right there."
Anon. Do you need a hug?
I'll hug you.
>Can only be killed by someone who doesn't know I can't be killed
>"I can't be killed"
The point of the challenge is to make an interesting prophecy. Not to go with immortality. So the idea is that whatever you write will happen. It's not to write "I will never die" in an interesting way, because the way the challenge is stated, it is inevitable that you will die, and it will be in the way you phrase the prophecy.
>I can only be killed by a hero born under the light of a blue moon wielding a sword of dragon bone and venom of a manticore given willingly by the beasts
>Be born at the right time and hug some city destroying monsters. Good luck fool
I have a large, indestructible flask to which my immortality is tied to.
Only while the flask is full of my tears can I die.Nothing else can run into the flask.
Only when everything has been taken from me and I truly wish to, will I die.
I can only be killed by a skyscraper-sized Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. The clue I give is just to tell people straight up how to kill me. Good luck, faggots.
Ayyyy! This guy gets it.
>I can only be killed willingly, by someone whom I truly love.
>"A lover's blade can pierce this heart"
When it eventually happens It will be super tragic and the Bards will sing tear jerking songs for centurys.
And there will be yandere porn for you weirdos to enjoy.
I can only be killed if I'm in the habitable zone of a blue-hot star.
Clue: I fear nothing on this world, or any other you can name. Should you seek my death, then you must seek out the Lord of Light, who dwells deep within the abyssal sea. Only in his loving arms, neither hated nor feared, will I find my final resting place.
>>I'll just copy Voldemort. Only, instead of ripping my soul into a few pieces I completely fucking shred that fucker. I mean Auschwitz style tearage. And each soul piece is then placed into a miniscule, unassuming grain of sand. The big bag of sand is then opened in the atmosphere while travelling really fast so that its evenly spread across the worlds oceans and land areas.
My clue to assholes looking to kill me would be: Whomsoever desires my death will require quite a bit of breath. If you search the desert and shore you might the artifacts to their homes restore.
I like this one. It implies that if you were to troll, frustrate, or otherwise annoy your opponents, they would lose the capability to destroy you. Monks become an issue, though. But would placing someone under the effects of a rage/berserk magic rob them off this capability?
Love spells would be your bane, big guy
i will die only when all the hate and anger in my heart is gone, when there is nothing left but a dull acceptance and understanding, then i will die
know me now, for i am the purist personification of fire
I can only be slain by my waifu
my waifu is Korra