Burning Bright
Twenty-Second Day of the Second Month 293 AC
In the end you decide to offer the truth, for it would hardly surprise anyone with even the faintest grasp on your House's history. "The would-be raiders were Lannisters who sought what you do—knowledge and power—though they thought to win by guile and theft what you all work honestly towards."
The young woman nods, satisfied enough so in fact that the smile she gives to those around her is almost a smirk, no doubt winning a measure of notoriety for her boldness. You will have to ask Teana to keep an eye on her for more than arcane skill. That sort of attention and the power that comes with it brings out the best and the worst in people, and only time will tell which it is in this case.
If nothing else your willingness to answer questions freely even in such a grave matter as Jorgen's treachery ensures that the initiates are not shy about speaking up in your lectures without fear of reprimand or ridicule. You quickly discover that while teaching will likely never be among your greatest skills you can at least patch together something workable, something to set fire the mind and the spirit, to see the ponder and power behind symbol and allegory that are the brick and mortar of sorcery.
More than lectures from on high you lead many out into the city to speak with the odd and uncanny beings that have found a home here. What makes the Tinker Fey's magic ever seek to mend even as they seem most concerned with making and crafting? What does the grumbling voice of stone whisper to the pech and how might their powers be joined together become greater than apart? Where is born the light of a messenger archon and how does it bless the worthy? On and on you speak as day turns to night and faces around you change, though not the expressions of wonder writ upon them.
It is only when one curious initiate asks what manner of spell keeps you from needing to sleep that you truly realize how long a time has passed. The sun had long since set, the moon spilled out its might over the Deep.
A good time to speak of Garin's magic... the thought comes grinding to a halt. There is no more time if your students are to be in any fit state to learn anything on the morrow. Thus, with reluctance on both sides, you dismiss your final class for the day.
2 Wizards advance to level 2
9 Hedge Mages advance to level 2
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Twenty-Fourth Day of the Second Month 293 AC
The next two days you speak not to those who had already found their way to power, but to those struggling upon the path. Your words are of the age of dragons trying as best you can to offer insight into their perspective on the world, so uniquely suited to bending it to their whims while at the same time filled with the flaws that can doom the careless mage. Sloth, pride, and carelessness are each poison in their own way, though not once do you speak against ambition for that is the ladder they all must climb if they are to succeed and in so doing raise up your own plans for the realm.
And so they do to your wonder and joy, like a spark to tinder your words fall upon the minds of those gathered before you, Dragonseeds from whose ranks arose dragonriders in the days of old, a brother of the Night's Watch who had been a hedge knight in the Crownlands before being caught in the maelstrom of the Usurper's War, even one of the fiend-blooded corsairs who thought to reach for more than he had been in the shadow of the Brazen Throne all awoke as you had hoped.
7 Sorcerers awakened (5 Dragonseeds, 1 Black Brother, 1 former Corsair Tiefling)
Thus at last you understand some of the truth at least, you see it reflected in the eyes of those newly awoken, you hear it in their breathless voices. To awaken to power is to know and trust one's self, whether from hope or desperation to cast one's self upon the fickle winds of fate and then by will alone to give them pleasing shape and form. Whether you can awaken such an understanding such desire with words alone again you do not know, but now you have an inkling of other paths you might follow in the doing, either douse the tinder in oil, envelop the aspirant in power begging to be used or fan the spark within.
What do you do next?
[] Prepare for Tyrosh
-[] Write in
[] Perform a minor action
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: Was not expecting the exploding crits... that probably goes without saying, but things got really silly. You were supposed to help a few mages level, maybe get one sorcerer to express though painstaking trial and error, not seven at once by sheer inspiration and charisma.