Scribe of Thoth

The Shattering of Aegis

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This woman apparently didn't understand her position. It was understandable, if annoying, for her to think she could bark out orders in the heat of the moment, but to greet one of your saviors with snide remarks that they should be run out of town by inept sun worshippers so tactlessly afterward spoke to a completely unfounded confidence. Kyreth could set her ablaze with but a flick of his wrist and her only recourse would be to scream for Cerric's help before she met her beloved Zubil personally. His apparent indebtedness to the Lord might've given her a bit of a shield against retaliation, but Ceolfric couldn't help but wonder if she'd be so open with her scorn if he were the Tainted and Kyreth a meek human farmboy along for the ride. If she was so afraid of that doddering old gremlin, she'd hardly be a match for him, after all.

And then Esvelee turned on Eila. A warranted question, but she really should continue to indulge her curiosity at her own peril. Eila was harmless and Kyreth probably lacked the testicular fortitude to actually retaliate, even verbally, but even the cowardly can 'conveniently' miss something that may bring the girl to harm. It was a good thing Cerric didn't seem to mind that she hated his stories, because he'd be the only friend she had left by the end of this trip if she kept that up.

Cerric himself, on the other hand, offered another tidbit of helpful knowledge. The bandit had already surmised that Kyreth possessed some specific sense that he lacked himself, but an explanation of the nuances wasn't unwelcome. Assuming he got the gist, anyway; the display with the water snakes did nothing for him. Though it raised an important question; did he make such a disturbance every time he reached into someone's mind? And was such a skill innate only to primordial aetherborn, or could anyone cultivate such a sense. Dealing with fellow aetherborn would be even more difficult than he expected if they could breach his layers of subtlety and misdirection with a sense Ceolfric wasn't even aware of.

"Does that happen with every use of magic, or just big ones?" Ceolfric questioned as he turned his gaze to Kyreth. Cerric would've probably been a better resource, but his bladder had apparently won out and Ceolfric certainly wasn't going to interrogate a man while he was pissing. Maybe it would segway back into a productive discussion instead of more of Esvelee's whining.

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@Obscene Symphony

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Glynwood Academy Grounds

_{Sunday, the 21st of the Third Pyric Moon, RY 3418}

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The trio of students opened their mouths at Apollo's prompting, but it was too late; they'd already been ensnared in Nortwin's spell. Theo turned his attention dutifully to the stage, followed by a puzzled Dionysia shortly after. Blake, however, spent the better part of the speech with his brows furrowed in frustration, trying to no avail to produce noise above a strained whisper. When their voices were finally returned to them, he let out an irritated huff.

"Finally. At least they didn't make the battlemage give a speech," Blake grumbled, "We'd be here all day."

Eager to avoid anymore prying questions that might come up from the mention of battlemagi, Theo straightened his posture to something more fitting of a high-status mage as he turned to Iris and Apollo. "Theophilos Se-" Whatever confidence he'd conjured had apparently melted away barely a word into his introduction, and he cut himself off with a sheepish downturn of his gaze. "Err, just Theo's fine. My parents are a little archaic with their naming," he chuckled nervously as a hand came up to nudge his glasses back into place, "Nice to meet you."

Blake promptly raised a bandaged hand in greeting, his earlier whining forgotten in favor of acquainting himself with the rest of the Cohort. "I'm Blake! And to answer your earlier question," he gave an acknowledging nod toward Apollo, "The three of us shared an inn with a couple of the other newbies in Pebblebrook, that's all."

"Yeah, there's really not much to do in that town, if you hadn't noticed," the brunette chimed in next, "Might as well get to know everyone around the fire at night, y'know?" Her gaze drifted off toward the crowd that had formed before their cohort's leader. "Oh, we can do that here too! I think it'd be fun- wait, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm so sorry! Dionysia Abernick, at your- I mean, pleasure to make your acquaintance! And Iris, I love that scarf, is it homemade?"

@Light@Crowvette

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Meanwhile, Professor Varen Galenos seemed far less enthusiastic about greeting his new cohort. Or maybe Phoebus' question had already ticked him off. A critical eye passed over the blond, as if Varen meant to appraise the true intent behind the inquiry before he answered. After a moment, he simply sighed in resignation and went with the textbook answer.

"The deeper tunnels that lead to the subterranean portions of the old city are off-limits and entrances to such sections are clearly marked, if not blocked off entirely," he explained humorlessly, "If you turn down a corridor and the magelights aren't on, that's usually a good indicator you should turn around. There's plenty of old rocks for you to look at in the accessible parts of the ruins, so please, for your own safety, don't be difficult." It'd be on his head if some idiot first year was found under a pile of rubble in the middle of the Atryan sewers, after all.

The troublemakers started earlier and earlier every year, he swore.

Varen's attention drifted toward the nearby Seraphilla and newly-arrived Luc rather than entertain any follow up questions Phoebus might've mustered, offering an expectant arch of his brow in favor of a greeting. If they were polite enough to wait their turn, maybe he wouldn't have to watch them so closely. In fact, most of the cohort looked responsible enough, minus one or two outliers.

@Hero@Crusader Lord@Achronum

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Glynwood Academy Grounds

_{Sunday, the 21st of the Third Pyric Moon, RY 3418}

Dreary summer rains dominated the skies of the Realm's northwestern coast, foreshadowing the end of summer and the encroaching chill of fall, yet above the caldera that housed the Glynwood Institute for Thaumaturgical Studies, the afternoon sun shone as brightly as ever. Such inauspicious weather simply wouldn't do to usher in the new academic year, and it was promptly corrected before the first drop of water fell from the sky. Between the parted clouds, great whirls of Ouranic mana descended before coming to rest in glittering magelights that danced just above the surface of the lake, illuminating the path for the incoming class as they rode the ferry to the campus proper. The nearest town and static teleportation point outside the campus, a quaint little village of humble magi called Pebblebrook, had thankfully enjoyed the protection of Glynwood's sphere of influence against the rain, and it was from here that the young spellcasters of Glynwood's freshman class departed by cart earlier that morning on their ceremonial trek to the Great Gate.

Despite the weariness of travel hanging over the students' heads, exclamations of awe and excitement filled the air as the ferry drew near to the island at last, and all were ushered off the boat and into single-file lines before three makeshift kiosks, each manned with a chipper mage and an enchanted tome to admit the new arrivals and assign them their cohorts. Beyond, a waiting crowd of human staff and golems alike sprung into action as they began the process of transporting student luggage to their new dormitories.

Across the courtyard, upperclassmen spared only a curious glance or two toward the gathering as they trickled in from an enchanted archway to the wide double doors of the feasting hall, mixed in with flashes of sympathy or haughty condescension at the new arrivals that had to walk like commoners. Once past the entryway, the freshman class was led not toward the hall with their more senior peers, but instead into a smaller audience room, decorated finely enough to match any Pontaion nobleman's ballroom. Motes of flame traced lazy circles through the air above, lighting what the magnificent stained glass windows could not. A string quartet's gentle tune carried across the room above the chatter of students and staff alike, originating from a set of rune-etched instruments that levitated in place as they played of their own accord. Tables of refreshments lined the walls, leading to a grand stage at the far end of the room, where several magi stood in idle boredom before commencement of the opening address. Dedicated followers of obscure academia or Glynwood personnel might recognize a few, but only the most isolated could possibly miss the man standing center stage. Second Battlemage Renault Auristel had graced the assembly with his presence, distracted though he might've been in a quiet conversation with a quaintly amused looking blonde woman some might recognize as Vice-Chancellor Victoria Charbeneau.

This fact did not go unnoticed; between the assemblies of Cohorts Seven and Eight, a spirited discussion raged between two chatty students.

"D'you hear that rumor about Professor Charbeneau and Auristel?" The boy from Cohort Eight asked in a conspiratorial stage-whisper, "I didn't believe it, but look at that."

"I dunno," the other student, Blake, answered skeptically before he whirled around to tactlessly accost a nearby young mage with cerulean hair and oversized glasses, "Hey, Theo, are Charbeneau and Auristel fucking?"

The bespectacled mage seemed to wither at the question. "Please don't ask me about his sex life, he's like an older brother to me."

"So yes."

"That is not what I said," Theo bristled in response, but Blake had already turned back to his theorizing.

"Oh, let the boys gossip," a nearby girl chimed in, "It's not true, anyway. Riiiight?"

Unfortunately for her, Theo offered only a weary glare in lieu of a response. Dionysia shrugged innocently and turned her attention back to the stage, where a lanky man with a spring in his step made his way across at last. A sudden silence fell across the room - the music stopped, and the conversation died down to muted whispers almost immediately. Not on the part of the student body, however; anyone still talking would find their voice greatly muffled, even if they were to scream as loud as they could.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I think everyone's arrived, and I'd hate to keep you any longer than I have to," the recent arrival to the stage chirped exuberantly, his voice carrying across the room despite - or perhaps because of - the enchantment acting upon the student body. "I am Chancellor Albrecht Nortwin, and I would like to be among the first to formally welcome you to the Glynwood Institute for Thaumaturgical Studies! For the first in many years, we once again have the honor of hosting students from every corner of our great nation and, as ever, I see before me a sea of potential. I'm sure you've all heard of some changes to our curriculum this year, but make no mistake; our commitment to the education of the Realm's finest minds remains as firm as ever. And, on that note, I'd like to take a moment to thank Second Battlemage Renault Auristel for his generous acceptance to teach at our fine institution."

The rest of the staff members politely clapped as Auristel bowed for the crowd, which provoked swooning looks and thinly-veiled glares from the incoming class in equal measure. This fact didn't seem to go unnoticed by Chancellor Nortwin, whose face slipped into a pensive frown for but a moment before it sprung back to its prior enthusiasm.

"In these tumultuous times, I believe it's more important than ever that we remember the ideals of our founder, Theodoric Glynwood, who urged us to put aside our differences and petty politicking and stand together as magi, that we may build a brighter future for the Republic through education," Nortwin continued, a bit more solemnly than before, "So, when you look upon your classmates and those in your cohorts, I urge you to dwell not upon the conflicts of our past, but on the future that you wish to create instead. Thank you." Once again, the staff politely clapped, along with the majority of the assembled students. It was plain to see from a couple of the faces in the crowd that not everyone found the sentiment of the speech particularly inspiring, and more than a few grumbles of 'necromancer' and 'traitor' could be heard floating around underneath the cacophony of clapping hands.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to come up with another speech for your upperclassmen," the chancellor followed up tactlessly, "Vice-Chancellor Charbeneau, if you would?"

The woman in question merely sighed as Nortwin departed at a hurried pace. Her lips moved as though she had mumbled something, and Auristel barely caught himself from letting out an amused snort as Charbeneau made her way to the front of the stage.

"Thank you, Chancellor. It certainly is hard to follow a speech like that. Students, make sure to see your cohort overseers before you leave for information about your dormitories." As Victoria spoke, several professors descended from the stage, one for each of the assembled cohorts. A bored-looking man with wavy black hair took his place before Cohort Seven, passing a critical glance over the students under his charge before his attention drifted back to Charbeneau.

"Members of the staff will also be standing by to help acquaint you with the campus and answer any questions you may have. You'll find your student handbooks and class schedules already delivered to your rooms. Classes start first thing tomorrow morning, but until then, please feel free to mingle and enjoy yourselves for the rest of the day. Once again, on behalf of all of us here at Glynwood, I'd like to congratulate you all on your acceptance and welcome you to our academy. Thank you."

Upon their dismissal, the crowd dispersed; some eager to be the first to greet their new cohort leaders, others more concerned with the tantalizing spread of food that they'd been so rudely denied upon entry. Whatever magically induced silence had taken hold of the hall before was gone, and the air was once again abuzz with chatter and music.

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Alright, since everybody’s more or less in, I’m gonna call it a couple days early.

@Obscene Symphony @Light @Hero @Achronum @Crowvette
You guys are all good to go.

@Crusader Lord
There’s a handful of minor inconsistencies in your backstory like some of the years not lining up (which I’m assuming are from the edits) but she’s accepted after those are fixed.

@Dead Cruiser
Raisin Bran is fine with the caveat that, while I don’t have a problem with the magic section as written, I’m interpreting it as her having a grasp of the fundamentals of all those fields and isn’t particularly proficient in more than a couple.

Either way, y’all can throw them in the character tab. I’ll have the IC up in a couple days.

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Alright now that I actually did more than skim the sheets, a couple nitpicks.

@Lewascan2 For starters, inducing early noesis is a quick way to make manaburn barbeque out of your kid, assuming one understood the process enough to even try, and soul alteration in general rarely leads to anything positive for the one being altered. Seems like a massive risk to take for a mere ~3-4 years of extra magical training that's probably wasted on a 7 year old that won't understand any of it anyway.

The magic section is also well beyond what an 18 year old mage would be capable of; even expert necromancers have a hard time finely commanding scores of undead beyond giving vague directions to the entire shambling horde at once. Same with unraveling other mages' spells and reshaping biology, which are other schools of magic entirely and usually have a High Magic component. As for the whole ghost part, trying to pull a spirit or some semblance of a lingering essence from a dead body only works if it has freshly died, otherwise the soul would have vacated its earthly fetters by then and be unretrievable. Spirits rarely linger unless acted upon by magic designed to do so. Likewise, the rest of her skillset is way too broad and developed for a teenager, let alone one that was a child soldier. Only so many hours in a day and whatnot.

As for the items, the whole crypt is pretty much out the window in terms of enchantment complexity. It'd take a team of archmages to run something like that long-term and it definitely wouldn't be portable. The staff's fine, but the part about self-maintenance doesn't work. Luckily staves are pretty hardy and only substantially degrade after prolonged use or in absolutely massive spells that are probably worth melting a staff or two in the long run.

@Hero Not sure which one you're using yet but depending on the size/complexity and autonomy of Diana's magic constructs, that's a totally different field than generic elemental magic and likewise gets more complex the more elements you throw in. It works for Phoebus since he's only working with a single element (or whatever you consider plants) but most golemancers (placeholder term, don't quote me on that) stick with one or two elements, typically of the same state of matter, to start with. For example, the act of puppeting an ice construct and a stone construct are fairly similar, one made of fire and one made of stone aren't.

@Crimson Flame Minor gripe, and I get that's your gimmick and all, but I'd prefer an actual picture. Also, where'd you pull a goddess from? Even humanizing the world soul as a sort of earth mother figure wouldn't give you a tangible entity to commune with.

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Fair enough! Does this place still have some room, or are you full?

@Crusader Lord

Not accepting anybody until the deadline because I'm a procrastinator, go ahead and throw a sheet in if you want.

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@Scribe of Thoth Thoth AND another mage-related RP?! :O

...As an aside, how often do you expect people who join here to post? Just to ask the question in general as a passing curious traveler on the Guild.

@Crusader Lord

Once a week-ish. I say "ish" because everyone knows "strict weekly posting schedule" devolves into "eh, when you feel like it" about two months into RPs here anyway.

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Faculty

...	Academy Staff
.............................................................	Albrecht Nortwin Chancellor Ouranian Eccentric and carefree, Chancellor Nortwin is paradoxically the last person you'd expect to be in charge of an esteemed academic institution yet also fits the bill perfectly. Such is the strength of the mana in his veins that even nearly halfway through his third century, Nortwin's youthful exuberance has yet to fade, and he seems to be making the most of it while it lasts. Despite his fits of whimsy, he keeps the magelights on and the academy running smoothly (though it's debatable how much of that is due to Nortwin's influence and how much can be attributed to the rest of the administrative faculty) and is always willing to hear a student out. It was his decision to begin the instruction of dark magic within Glynwood's halls and his approval that allowed the Magisterium's battlemage preparatory program to be tested at the institute, for better or for worse. There's a local rumor that any time someone mentions that they think he should step down as head of the university, Nortwin will miraculously know and do something controversial soon after. Aura: A brilliant sunburst of white light that separates into a kaleidoscopic array of colors at the fringes, accompanied by the faint sounds of a phantom violin. ............................................................................
.............................................................	Renault Auristel Overseer of War Magic Curriculum Second Battlemage Ouranian The current darling of the Magisterium political scene, Second Battlemage Auristel first came into the public eye after his first defeat of rebel leader Solomon Anedor and has only grown in popularity since. Though only a hundred and four years of age, he used his unique style of pyromancy to great effect against the undead hordes of the secessionists and the necromancers that controlled them alike, and his exemplary service record quickly earned him renown amongst other magi. After the final defeat of Anedor, many were under the belief that his meteoric rise to power would culminate in Auristel claiming the vacant seat on the Heptarchy, and it came as a surprise to all when he resigned himself to education of all things. Some believe that he was assigned to oversee the Realm's new battlemage preparatory program strategically in order to curtail his growing influence, while others believe he chose the post of his own volition. Whatever the truth, he has been known to take an interest in pre-Republic historical sites, like those found in the ruins upon which Glynwood sits. Aura: A bonfire of golden flames that fan out at their apex like the wings of a phoenix.
.............................................................	Nicodemos Selendor Third Battlemage Tellurian Renault Auristel's second-in-command and accomplished battlemage in his own right, Nicodemos accompanies Renault as surely as his own shadow does. An apt comparison in many respects, as the taciturn umbramancer lacks the force of personality that Auristel does, and much prefers lurking in the background while Renault leads from the front in all his shining glory. Word is that they've been joined at the hip ever since their own academy years, and Renault's tenure at Glynwood is no exception, even if Selendor does consider it a waste of their talents. Aura: Shadows that flow like ink in sluggish undulations around him. Gazing within gives one the distinct feeling that they are being watched.
.............................................................	Victoria Charbeneau Vice-Chancellor Artifice & Pyromancy Instructor Ouranian The heiress to one of the Realm's largest suppliers of crystallized magicite, a key ingredient in runic engravings on many enchantments, Vice-Chancellor Charbeneau is well established in nearly every corner of Cresvald. She remains professional and polite in even the most unpleasant interactions, rarely letting anything disrupt her poker face, but make no mistake; her reputation for utterly ruthless business acumen is well-founded, and to draw her ire is to invite swift and decisive retribution. Her foray into education has been described by herself as a whim that every magistrix gets eventually, to pass on her knowledge to an apprentice or two. Or several hundred. While it's no secret that her administrative position was earned by merit of being one of the academy's largest donors, her extensive knowledge of all things in her field gifts Glynwood with a very comprehensive artifice program, and her Advanced Pyromancy seminar is considered among the best elemental courses at the academy by upperclassmen. Aura: Dancing motes of light that dart about like a swarm of fireflies in a strangely hypnotic pattern.
.............................................................	Varen Galenos Transmutation Instructor Cohort VII Overseer Tellurian The only battlemage on staff whose time at Glynwood preceded Auristel's arrival, Varen formerly worked security for a reclusive Prefect in the east, only to shift career focus upon her death. The complexity of most transmutation courses usually reserves them for upperclassman, so he's hardly thrilled about having to oversee a new cohort of freshmen this year. While aloof, he's not outright dismissive, and he takes his job as an educator as seriously as his old vocation. His advice on magic might seem a bit more tailored to dueling than more scholarly pursuits, but he's seen enough magi over his career to offer at least passingly relevant commentary on nearly any field. Aura: A turbulent whirlpool of deep ocean water, whose waves seem to form into blades at their crest.
.............................................................	Beatrix Dorne High Magic Instructor Tellurian A friendly and cheerful woman, Beatrix tries her best to make the lofty heights of High Magic accessible to novice magi, and encourage them to delve deeper into the field rather than wallow in the slums of low magic forever like some people. Like most High Mages of renown, she has a bit of an ego when it comes to her field, and derides aural magic as quaint at best, believing a mage's true potential lies in advanced rituals that throttle the heavens themselves. Beatrix personally oversees most modifications to the local weather around the academy, and can often be talked into revealing the forecast before the schedule has been officially posted. Her voice can often be heard through the halls, bickering with her husband about the merits of High Magic and its practicality in everyday situations. She swears they aren't even married. Aura: A geyser of mana that shifts between shades of pinks and lavenders. Complex runic patterns trace themselves into the air around her, only to be washed away by the upwelling as they near completion.
.............................................................	Caleb Dorne General Elementalism Instructor Ouranian A mischevious man who seems to enjoy getting a rise out of people, the other Professor Dorne couldn't be further from his wife. Most of the academy's elemental magic curriculum falls under his purview, and its ubiquity among the magical population (unfortunately) makes Caleb one of the most present influences on Glynwood students over the course of their education. Nevertheless, he's quite popular, much to his wife's consternation, and he's often seen arguing with her about the pragmatic superiority of "low magic" to stuffy rituals that take all day to cast. He will call you a nerd if he catches you reading from a spellbook. Be warned. Aura: A chaotic tempest of all four classical elements, all clashing against each other explosively as they fight for dominance of the field.
.............................................................	James Finnigan Abjuration & Binding Instructor Tellurian Formerly a witchhunter for the Magisterium, Finnigan retired from a long career of hunting down lawbreaking mages in favor of scaring the next generation into compliance. Or trying to, at least. His teaching is blunt and no-nonsense; if a student does something stupid, he'll tell them in no uncertain terms that such a mistake could wind up getting them killed in a real altercation. Despite his gruff exterior, however, James Finnigan is ever the advocate of public safety, and ensures no student leaves Glynwood's hallowed halls without the confidence and ability to protect themselves in the event they run into trouble, even if he has to hound them for their entire tenure. Aura: A field of rattling, ethereal chains within a swirl of fog, each engraved with runes of binding.
.............................................................	Darius Melcroft Dark Magic Instructor Ouranian As a common born mage hailing from a small archipelago off the western coast of Cresvald, Darius has little public history from which to draw from, even for a dark mage. His extensive knowledge of necromancy allegedly comes from an apprenticeship in his home prefecture, though he will not name his teacher if pressed, and he presumably fought in the war in some capacity on the rebel side. Beyond that, the man is an enigma; stoic and flat in his interactions and rarely offering more information than necessary. Naturally, his arrival at Glynwood has been fraught with controversy over his potential political allegiances and preferred style of magic, not at all aided by his ever-present mask similar to those worn by the upstart Sons of Anedor. Aura: A roiling cloud of ash. From within, flashes of eerie light can be seen blinking in and out of existence like lightning in a far off storm cloud.
.............................................................	Rudolf Burglund Adjunct Professor of Arcane Theory Tellurian With a mere thirty-seven years under his belt and an uncanny tendency to accidentally sneak up on people, Rudolf seems to have little business in an instructional position among magi many decades his senior. Or he would, were he not a magical prodigy for all intents and purposes, even if he doesn't believe so himself. He hails from a line of prestigious battlemagi, though you'd never guess from interacting with one so soft-spoken and nonconfrontational, and it's presumed to be no coincidence that he was hired by the academy concurrently with the introduction of their battlemage preparatory curriculum. Accusations of nepotism certainly aren't helped by the fact that Rudolf is a terrible educator that's far too meek to command a classroom. Nevertheless, he's an extremely talented caster for his age - the knowledge is clearly there, he just doesn't stutter it out right. Aura: Tongues of deep purple mana that enfold around him like the petals of a rose.
.............................................................	Hieronymous Symbelion Divination & Astromancy Instructor Ouranian Ancient. Wise. Powerful. Hieronymous is everything a mage could be - should be. Nearing an extraordinary five hundred years of age, the elderly man knows he does not have much time left, and thus he aims to spread his immense knowledge with a fervor unmatched by his younger years. Rumor is he foresaw his own death, but it's far more likely that he simply realizes that few reach his age and fewer still surpass it. Ever the scholar, Hieronymous served a brief tenure as Prefect in a heartland province about two centuries ago before stepping down after a mere eight months, claiming governance distracted him from his studies. Apparently it was not in jest, as one could fill a book with a list of all his publications nearly as long as the publications themselves. Aura: A cloud of multicolored astral mist, like a luminous nebula localized around him. Gazing within, one can see the semblance of ghostly figures in the gaseous swirls, their eyes twinkling like stars, though no two people report seeing exactly the same thing inside the fog, even if viewing it from the same angle.
.............................................................	Portia Meliae Botanical Magic & Alchemy Instructor Tellurian Perhaps famous as the author of From Seed To Paradise, a staple in modern botanomantic terraforming concepts, Portia served as a senior consultant for the Bureau of Terraforming and Climate Manipulation for much of her life. Academy staff note that the Belworth case has recently sent her into a bit of a melancholy - not the trial per se, but the events leading up to it. While otherwise reserved and studious, she has some strong opinions about the Bureau's management of the situation and maintains the entire scenario could've been avoided. Fortunately, she avoids being roped into any political discussion on the matter despite this perceived sympathy for Belworth by taking a strongly anti-necromantic stance. Nobody likes arguing politics with a centrist. Aura: A gentle viridian glow, breached by rays of light like sunbeams from above. The smell of fresh soil emerges when the aura is first manifested, only to be overtaken by fresh floral scents over time. ............................................................................

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Students

...	Cohort VII
.............................................................	Blake Karcyl Ouranian Hailing from one of the rebel prefectures in the southwest, Blake is understandably tight-lipped about his origins and family. One might think he wasn't from a mage family at all, if not for his frequent usage of his family's distinct brand of severing magic that he wields as surely as any blade. In fact, that's just about the only magic he seems to wield, and he's got the cuts all over his arms from spells gone wrong to prove it. Nevertheless, he's quite competitive, whether from a perceived need to prove himself or something else, though he usually keeps it good-natured and sporting. Aura: Ripples that slice through the air like blades in wild rotations around him. Subtle ribbons of red mana trail behind, as if the air itself were bleeding in their path. ............................................................................
.............................................................	Dionysia Abernick Tellurian The daughter of a well-off mundane merchant, Dionysia understands little of the concepts of magic beyond those which enter the mercantile sector. She has no aspirations of ruling prefectures from atop her lofty tower or discovering a workaround to bypass the limitations of the Third Law of Arcanodynamics, and knows she will likely end up as a mere cog in the magical machine, albeit a gilded one. And there's nothing wrong with that. A bit of a scatterbrain, Dionysia nevertheless has quite a talent for alchemy, at least with the fundamental reagents she can get her hands on. Quite convenient, given how popular of a commodity potions were back home. Aura: Gnarled, thorny tendrils surrounded by a swirl of autumn leaves caught on the wind and accompanied by pungent herbal scents.
.............................................................	Theophilos Selendor Tellurian As the younger brother of a Third Battlemage, Theo is no stranger to magical academia, even at his young age. Though seemingly not following in his brother's footsteps, he had no qualms about exploiting his connections; Theo graduated from a prestigious boarding school in the heartland as a promising young diviner and astromancer, well ahead of his less privileged peers in magical development. Despite this, he lacks the arrogance and typical upper class personality flaws common to many in his position, and is generally very polite and agreeable, if a bit weary of being hounded for celebrity gossip. Aura: A veil of darkening blue twilight drawn about him, dotted with motes of silver light like stars in the night sky.

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