Monday. Class came first. Inukar was up front at the board, sketching another set of equations up there. Ulos sighed. Magical Theory was fascinating, but it wasn't exactly fun. If he hadn't been able to focus despite the encounter with Thomas, it would've gone over his head despite his general intelligence. More geometry. A second week of geometry! Inukar had told them they would be able to deconstruct reality itself, more-or-less, and then had proceeded to teach them elementary geometry proofs half the time, followed by more complex geometry proofs, in order to 'properly understand the true nature of a Sigil or a Rune'. Not that Ulos didn't appreciate it, of course. Geometry was interesting, it just didn't help him against Thomas if something happened.
Still, keep his head down and try and study. He still couldn't quite believe he'd done what he'd done, but still...
(Training Roll: 4x4 = 16. Current: +11 Lore: Magical Theory (13/20 next level))
No, better to focus on this. It'd pay off eventually.
Later on, it came time to find out about Thomas.
(Roll 16+15 (Willpower) + 10 Cha = 41 vs 20 DC. Decent success. Learn a little more than the bare basics.)
"Yeah, the Senator's kid?"
The upperclassman looked at him thoughtfully.
"I can tell you a few things, but why should I?"
"I figure you're smart enough to know being owed a favour, even a little one is worth something, right? Who knows when you might need a bit of information from me?"
The upperclassman smiled.
"Sure. Well..."
A little while later he'd found out a few things. Thomas was a Senator's son, and the only child at that. He was known for his weak magical skills, which made people wonder why he'd bothered going to a magical academy. Usually that was the province for the magically strong only in Narubar, especially as mages were forbidden from holding official positions there.
He was taking Alchemy and Runic Theory. Ulos smiled. Losing that knife would set him back, and his own measuring equipment as well.. it wouldn't have been everything the other boy owned, but setting him back in his class would give him some time to plan.
Tuesday:
"Today, class, we're going to talk to Spirits. Not in the sense you're thinking, but in the sense you are thinking."
Ulos shook his head. What?
"Now, this Spirit in the room is a notable sweetheart, as I've told you before. He actually responds to thoughts, and no, not thoughts about thoughts. Rather, thoughts that aren't about thoughts but are, if that's clear."
Mage Miranova chuckled.
"Don't worry, it's not a philosophy puzzle. It's more twisted than that. If you can figure it out, though, you'll be a significant advantage. Now, let's talk about Binding Spirits. Why would we bind Spirits?"
The question was rhetorical, or at least the class sat silently.
"Spirits want to take a Form, but there are many Forms that they, shall we say, wouldn't mind taking. You can't make a Spirit take a Form completely at odds with its desires, but you can fiddle around the edges a bit. Making an Agreement with a Spirit is simple. You talk to them, help bring them into the world, and they do what they do. Sometimes you can ask them to alter their Form a bit if you satisfy them in certain esoteric ways, but that can be difficult and take a long time."
The old woman smiled, and leaned back for a moment.
"Thirty years ago, I was excavating in the Saint's Abyss, down where the water stops and the air starts again. Lots of magical Artifacts down there, then. Still are, though most of them are behind deadly traps or puzzle Spirits that only now-dead Undying know how to unlock. When you go far enough down, you find some marvellous things. Admittedly, one of the things we didn't find that was marvellous was a team of artifact hunters from Narubar."
Laila spoke up.
"Senior Mage, I'm sure that they were not permitted by the government to do that."
Miranova shrugged.
"Maybe, maybe not. Not as though it really mattered. Now, Narubar has some crack combat mages, and I'm an old lady. Even then I felt old, though that could've just been because I was hungry that day and my leg had been snapped nearly clean in half by an animated statue."
She chuckled.
"So my three friends had me levitated, running through the passageways with our haul, combat mages right on our tail. We were in no shape to stop them, even at full strength, and we were mostly spent. So I talked to a Spirit in the place, a Spirit of rock. It wanted to be freshly-made rock, the sort that's only a few thousand years out of the volcano. This is pretty close to lava, conceptually."
Miranova smiled, though Ulos felt it was far less comforting that it had been last week.
"So I Bound the Spirit, and made it belch out a great stream of lava. Those poor boys from Narubar put up shields, but once you're covered in superheated lava it gets really hard to maintain all your shields. The ones against heat only work if something's not touching your skin, the ones against kinetic energy don't stop the slow stuff, they just reduce the speed of fast and deadly things. Of course, you can shield against lava if you know how, but it's a little esoteric for most, so they don't bother learning."
She looked directly at Laila when she spoke, which must have been unnerving.
"Never saw them again, though I daresay that they made lovely statues."
(Training Roll: 2x4 = 8, Current = +10 Lore: Souls and Spirits (8/20 next level))
Ulos sat there, thinking. Thinking about thinking. No, it wasn't that. It was thoughts about thoughts. Not about the concept of thinking, but rather thoughts about the thoughts of others. He wondered what Laila was thinking. No, rather, how she thought. What happened in her mind? What happened when Laila thought? Did her feet tap when she tried to work through a difficult concept? Did she grapple with concepts in a conceptual room, or did she
That alone wasn't enough, though. He directed the thought to the Spirit of the room.
Is that enough?
Suddenly, in glorious blues and reds, the room came to life, suffused by the colours of the rainbow and one that defied description, his mind unable to process it whenever he looked away. It was unlike the others entirely, but unless he looked at it directly it simply became a dull red, or an angry yellow in his memory. Yet he remembered that this was not correct.
(Roll: 70 + 10 (Lore: Souls and Spirits) + 10 (Cha) = 90 vs DC 90. Bare success).
He gawped, and looked around. In the light of the room, he could suddenly see that the moss that they sat on glowed, and glowed more strongly where he sat.
Miranova looked across at him, and winked.
"Good job, by the way. All of you, but the one student who actually puzzled it out, well. It's certainly not the earliest anyone has in their schooling, but you're the first in your class, and that's no mean feat."
(Miranova has taken notice of you. Opens Miranova Diplomatic Actions, Gained Relationship: Educator (Taken Notice).)
Later that afternoon, he returned to the Library. This time, he felt, to understand it for good.
(Scout out the Library: 44 + 78 = 122 vs DC 80. Excellent success. For each +20 DC over success, find a useful book this week to borrow.)
Ulos will now borrow books automatically depending on the thread's direction. These will give him bonuses to his learning on occasion, or may teach him useful Recipes, Runes, or Spells that he does not already possess. At present his focus is on Magical Theory and Souls and Spirits. These books will not be recorded in the Inventory, as he will be returning and borrowing books as suits his needs.
Of course. Of course! The third system just meant that all the interesting Souls books were going to be in the northwest corner because the third Head Librarian put them there. Why would you bother recategorizing the least interesting books? The best way to get people to use your category system in your library war would be to ensure that the best books were in your system, and presumably people would follow suit.
Wednesday:
"Welcome. Today we will be continuing the Basic Thirteen, and learning a spell as well. To do this, we must first learn to access the Primordial Ether. Some of you already know. This has deliberately not been taught to you, for the simple reason that miscast spells can be dangerous. Repeat that after me."
"Miscast spells can be dangerous.", the class chanted.
"Louder. I didn't believe you."
"Miscast spells can be dangerous!", they chanted again.
"This lesson is not as much for you as it is for the idiots with more power than sense. You all can barely light candles, some of your classmates will be able to engulf entire ships in an inferno with a wave of their hand. Still. A spell has no safety measures. A spell does exactly what you tell it. If you tell it to do the incorrect thing, due to your poor spellcraft, it will do that. I do not know how to emphasise this enough."
He sighed.
"The only time you are to practice casting a spell quickly is if it is a safe spell. Spells that cannot harm you permanently if you fail at casting them. Once you reach your second year we will teach quick casting of dangerous spells, but it is something that if done poorly can and will kill or cripple you."
"Imagine, you sketch the sigil for an inferno, to consume those around you, though not touch you, just so."
Weres sketched a sigil in the air.
"Now, let's say you sketch the line for interior space wrong, maybe a little lopsided. Instead of starting the flames ten feet away from you, they start one-tenth of a foot from you."
The sigil glowed, and Weres burst into flame, fire eating at him, wreathing around his clothes and his hair. His hair smoked, and little patches of his clothing were burning.
Ulos drew in breath, shocked.
A moment later, the flame died down, though the smoke remained.
"Thankfully, as an intelligent mage, I was maintaining a thermal shield permanently in all of my classes, knowing the ineptitude and depths of failure of the average spellcaster and realising myself to be one. I did not die."
He drew another sigil, and the smoke disappeared.
"So, when you draw on the Ether, realise the danger. It will obey you, but exactly. If you are inexact, or you fail to think about the consequences of your spell in reality, you will die. Now."
Weres sat down.
"This is simple, and I prefer to do it myself. Look at me."
Ulos looked.
"Now look up."
He looked up.
"And down, back to me."
He looked down.
"Now up."
He looked up.
"Now look at me. Look at me, and look through my eyes."
As Ulos looked back down, he felt himself jerked through Weres's body, settling in behind his eyes for a moment. The colours he had seen earlier reappeared, glowing across the room, emanating from where the sigil had once been.
Suddenly, he was himself again.
"There. Awakened. Your average school prefers a few weeks of meditation and other mumbo-jumbo because that's the way their granddaddies did it. Sensing the light at the core of the world yet beyond the world, or some idiocy like that. We don't do it that way here at Vorstal. You Awaken quickly, and spend all that time meditating learning spells. Better this way."
Weres chuckled.
"Not that one mage in a thousand could do that without giving you a headache for weeks. You won't even get one, by the way. Thank those tuition solidus."
"Now, here's the spell. Burst of Light. Simple, easy to modify. A big shiny burst of light, aimed generally away from you. Weak enough that most don't shield against it, but it can fuck with someone's eyes. You need to escape? Throw a big burst of light at them, and while they're half-blinded run away. It's a good tactic, and one any mage should learn."
"It'll take three of the Basic Thirteen only. I'll sketch in the air. Start practicing."
(Training Roll: 5x2 (Training Room allows use of Phys instead of Channeling) = 10. Gained 2 Spellweaving. Current state +3 Spellweaving (3/5 next level)
(Maximum Training Roll means automatic pass on Spell Learning Roll!)
A few tries in, Ulos actually had it down pretty well.
"Good job. Ulos, was it? Now, feel that big pile of angry light in the back of your mind. It'll be roiling there from now on, always at the edge of your attention. Pick some of it up, and make another symbol. Throw it in there."
Ulos sketched the symbol in the air, and felt the light pour into his mind. His soul? Something. He felt the moment of transition where the feeling in the back of his skull became light in the air, and he poured it into the symbol. Light flashed in the air, blinding him and others for a second.
(Learned Spell: Blinding Light. DC 10 + (Variable) vs Variable Dice. Casting allows caster to create a burst of light in the air, blinding opponents temporarily - and themselves if they're unlucky.)
"This is the weak version, by the by. I'll teach you how to modify it for strength later on, but better this way for practice. Good work, Ulos. See me after class."
They continued practicing, little more happening. At the end, he stayed so Weres could talk to him.
"Hey. Heads-up. When I Awakened you, I felt more power in your mind. Usually that means you've got some untapped reserves. Rare, maybe one in a hundred mages has them. It's hard to say how much is there, but some of that meditation mumbo-jumbo could actually help you. It'd take months of concentrated effort, but you could awaken to more power if you put the effort in.
"Um, I'll think about. Are there any books you can recommend?"
"Yeah, get Morris's Light of the Ether, talks a lot about how human capacity for magic can be weird. Vareesh's Six Hundred Meditations on The Soul is pretty basic, but usually necessary to really feel around your own magic and get a good sense for it. Not usually necessary for people, but might come in handy for you."
(Unlocked Action: Study your Magic Pool.)
That evening was the first time he'd seen Sunette. He was polite, though spent most of his time on Magical Theory. He'd had a chance to read through his first few interesting snippets on Theory, and he thought he'd learned a lot.
(Training Roll: 5+1 (from new Magical Theory Book) x4 = 24. Gained +1 Magical Theory. Current +12 Lore: Magical Theory (17/20 next level))
When they studied, he learned more, delving deeper into the theory he'd explored that week.
They talked about history, and Abraham seemed a little relaxed. By that point they were less studying, and more chatting, so he didn't pick up much.
(Training Roll: 1x4 = 4. Gained +0 History. Current +8 Lore: Magical Theory (5/10 next level))
(Relationship Roll with Abraham: 21 + 30 (Trait) = 51 vs DC 80. No change)
(Relationship Roll with Sunette locked due to Trait.)
"Thank you, Sunette."
"Call me Su."
Ulos felt conflicted.
"Sunette for now, I think."
Thursday was uneventful. History so far had been a dull recitation of facts, much his displeasure, and today seemed no different. They were simply learning bits and pieces of it, and nothing so far had caught his eye in class.
(Training Roll: 4x4 = 16. Gained +2 Lore: History. Current = +10 Lore: History (1/20 next level))
After class, though, he went to learn about Laila.
At first, he learned nothing. Nobody really seemed to want to talk about her. Until... he saw her rounding the corner. He ducked away suddenly, and he heard he talking to someone.
(Reroll: 89 + 10 (Cha) = 99 vs 50 DC. Excellent success!)
"...yeah, I know. I know I need to get good marks, trust me. I'm not going to let Narubar down.
"You'd better not. Help me out, not the Empire."
The other voice sounded familiar. It was Thomas! Ulos made himself flat against the wall, but thankfully Thomas didn't come around the corner towards him.
"That jerk. Oh, look at me, I'm a Senator's son. I'm rich. I hate the Empire. I hate the Empire too! They killed my parents. He... he just hates them because he's mad they beat him up. It's not the same. He didn't even hate that big guy, I think, just needed a target. Well... better him than me, I guess. If he decided to get me kicked out..."
She suddenly breathed quickly.
"Souls, Theory, Practice, and Magical Inheritance. Lemme think... yeah, it'll have to be Theory. Theory's the only one I have with all of them."
She sighed, and suddenly swore.
"Just because I'm an orphan I'm suddenly not good enough and have to do his dirty work? I'll show him. I'll show the Empire, too. I'll be the best mage this school ever turned out, and I'll go back and I'll..."
She cut off, and walked away.
Ulos felt a little dirty, but he'd learned some useful things. Her classes, her relationship with Thomas. Even that something was happening in Theory, and probably to him. Well, maybe not, but paranoia had kept him alive in the Empire, and it wasn't a habit he intended to abandon now.
(Gained Foreknowledge. + 10 versus next Thomas Action!)
Friday:
"So, yeah, just be careful in our test, ok? I heard Laila say she had to do something, but I don't know what."
They settled in to do the test.
(Ulos Test Results: 12 (Lore) - 1 + 3 = 14/15 (Extraordinary Success!). Abraham Test Results: 6 (Lore) - 3 + 2 = 5/15 (Bare Pass). Madavian Test Results: 2 (Lore) - 3 + 2 = 1.(Embarrassing Fail))
(Lore Rival Test Results: 10 (Lore) - 3 + 2 = 9/15. (Solid Success! Ulos has garnered the highest test result!)
(Thomas Roll 26 vs Ulos Roll 33 = 23 + 10 (Foreknowledge). Failed!)
(Thomas Roll 95 vs Abraham Roll 17 = 7 + 10 (Foreknowledge) Critical success!)
(Thomas Roll 97 vs 34 = 24 + 10 (Foreknowledge). Excellent success!)
Ulos found it easy, and went through the test rapidly. Looking over it, he was fairly certain nothing was wrong. Two-thirds of the questions hadn't even been covered in class, though he didn't think any of them were particularly hard.
Looking over, he saw Laila creeping around. He gestured to the other two to watch out. As they watched, his inkpot began to tremble. He grabbed it immediately, and held it down, it wobbling in his hand.
He looked over at Madavian and Abraham, just in time for their inkpots to flip over completely, covering their tests in ink.
They raised their hands and asked for another copy, but there was hardly time to redo it. Zero marks on that test. Frustrating, but he knew Madavian and Abraham probably weren't aiming for the top half of Theory anyway, so perhaps not the greatest loss. Still, that spell... he knew Thomas would try and strike again. Ink over paper wasn't much, but he bet Thomas was aiming to destroy his test most of all.
Not that they counted for anything in the end, but... there was probably something. Oh well. Ulos felt he had done well.
It was later that night that another student came down at dinner, with a fashionable pink stripe in her hair. Was it fashionable, Ulos thought? Or was it something the Junotrins in school might have been taking on?
She handed him a note.
"For you."
"Ulos Flitter. See me in my office, 10 AM tomorrow. Need to talk about your test."
- Senior Mage Inukar.
Well. That was certainly something.
Ulos ate, and then went back to the room, Abraham lying on the floor. Time to plan out his weekend.