History was different today. Professor Junotrin was still there, a name he felt quite comfortable with. She was apparently Madavian's third or fourth cousin, and taught this class in-between her efforts as a research mage at the Preparatory. Kind eyes overlooked a hooked nose and thick brows, and her long grey hair made all this seem very formidable before she spoke.
When she spoke she was quite pleasant, often smiling when she turned in Ulos's direction. Of course, she probably knew he was one of Madavian's friends, so that was the most likely explanation there.
"Today, class, we are done with our cursory study of continental history. I think today as well, we will begin our first lecture on understanding."
She smiled at them.
"The average mage thinks of magic as not merely a tool, but the tool. There is some validity to this. Why bother with swords when you can summon a blade fifty times as sharp, and long enough to cut down a company of men? Why understand the simple ways of the smith when you can incinerate metal with a well-placed rune, using careful sigils to melt it into a precise shape? However, there are realms where magic is sorely deficient."
Suddenly, she looked at Ulos almost intently.
"Magic is a tool of unrivalled versatility, but only when harnessed by the greatest tool of all. The human mind. Great mages are destroyed by their lessers in power and knowledge when they are outsmarted, and the friendships and alliances forged between mages are as great a power as the magics themselves. There is a reason that the Five Families are mostly nonmagical, and the Senate of Narubar is made up entirely of those who are not mages."
She turned away from Ulos, looking at another part of the classroom.
"The average mage is deficient in many areas. If you can fly and visit lightning upon your enemies, why bother learning their names? If you can tear down a small village at will, why talk to the villagers, why reason with them? Why engage with them except as a superior unto his inferiors? Arrogance is often the mark of a freshly-graduated mage, and one that invariably ends in humility or death."
"The power of diplomacy is no small one, as is the power of history and knowledge. Knowledge that does not immediately lead to power is not useless, knowledge that allows you to understand your enemies and friends is more useful than you might think. Knowing the customs of another land is something no magic can teach you. You will often think to yourself 'Why am I learning something a non-mage could learn? Why bother with the tasks and tools of my inferiors?". When you think these thoughts, I urge you to remember that magic is not the only power in the world. Devoting yourself to your studies is a fine thing, but becoming a creature of magical knowledge only is to be a tool for those more adept in human relations and human knowledge than yourself."
She clapped her hands.
"Now, onto the second part of the course. We will be studying the cultures of the Six-Fox Pact, primarily those of Narubar and Uin-Malat. Narubar of course is well known to us all, producing the majority of the mages from the Pact. If you meet a Pact student here, they are likely to hail from Narubar. Let us talk about two of their customs. The first, military service, and the second, the dying of hair. These are of course the same custom, expressed in different ways."
She looked over at her audience. Not a single streak of blue hair met her there.
"Blue dye is common among Narubites. This is in part because of the ban on blue dyes by the Undying, who found them immensely useful for their magical studies into the nature of life and unlife, though for reasons we still do not know. Blue dye was the property of the Empire, and anyone discovering it would not be permitted to keep it. When the rebellion began, blue dye was a sign of outright defiance, and the rebels dyed their hair to show this. Of course, this was limited to those who fought. Only those who have undergone some military service are generally seen as having the right to use the blue dye. The amount used tends to be relevant to one's status in society, as well. A Senator's Scion might be permitted to dye their hair entirely blue, whereas someone from the orphanages might dye a single lock of hair blue. Over-using dye can often be punished with harsh social sanctions, and exclusion from the community."
She smiled.
"Secondly for today, let us talk about Uin-Malat. The second smallest nation in the Six-Fox Pact, at least in terms of population. Uin-Malat was founded by the mage Simon Bonesnapper, and is named after the two cities in the nation, Uinon and Malat. It is largely agricultural, and has a taboo against magic, like many of the Six-Fox Pact nations. Magic is generally permitted to be learned, but mages must be identified at all times, and research of any sort is strictly forbidden. Bonesnapper established his Iron Law of Magic when founding the nation, which states 'Magic may touch iron, but never flesh'. This establishes that any experimentation on humans or animals is forbidden."
"Alchemy is unknown there, and Uinon and Malat are both minor cities on the trade routes between other nations. We rarely see students from Uin-Malat, but when we do, they almost never return to their home country, usually preferring to join us here in Vorstal or occasionally returning the Pact, but to Narubar rather than Uin-Malat."
(Rolled (3x4) = 12. Lore: Six-Fox Pact + 2! Current +2 (2/5))
The day after, Ulos found himself doing Spellweaving exercises once more.
(Training Roll: ((5*2) = 10. Gained +1 Spellweaving! Current is +6 Spellweaving (1/10 next level))
It was a good day, and he felt he gained a little more than he would've normally.
Friday, they met up in the Library for their new study group. Abraham, Henrietta, and himself.
He spoke up.
"Henrietta, Abraham. Good to see you. I think I'd like to focus on two things. Firstly, the magical theory I know we're all studying. Ideally, spellforms of Water and Clay, if we can. I feel like discussing high-level theory is to some degree a waste here. If we know the forms and we can alter them and understand them, that's important. Going onto superior theory is... tough."
Henrietta's lip quirked.
"Are we that far behind you, Ulos?"
(Relationship Rolls: 80 vs DC 80, (Henrietta). Success! (85 + 30) = 115 vs DC 80 )Abraham. Success (maintenance)!)
Ulos frowned for a second, and then decided what to say. Henrietta would not appreciate lies, he thought, and sparing her ego wouldn't help her become better at magical theory.
"Right now? Yes. Abraham is a long, long way behind me, and you're a fair way behind as well. It's not that either of you are stupid or slow, but I spend an entire day every week being grilled by a genius upperclassman, and if I get anything wrong he mocks me. Relentlessly. Right now studying abstract theory would be more like tutoring for me than it would be studying, and while I'm okay with that, I wouldn't want to pretend. Rather, we memorize things that are useful to us all, so when we go back into the classroom we grasp the theory more easily."
Her lips smoothed back into the impassionate mask.
"As you say. Give me a few weeks, though. I'll catch up, tutor or no tutor."
Ulos nodded.
"Good."
Abraham didn't look particularly perturbed by this. The bigger boy had, he thought, somewhat less of an ego. While Ulos found humiliation rank and raw, even when it happened to others, Abraham simply took things in stride as best he could, borne on by the currents of life.
(Magical Theory Roll: (4*4) = 16 . Gained +1 Magical Theory. Current +23 Lore: Magical Theory (11/30 next level))
After a few hours, Ulos held up his hand.
"I think, next... Abraham and I want to study Narubite customs and history. For both class and personal interest. You in?"
Henrietta looked at him for a moment, and shrugged. Even her shrugs seemed elegant, though Ulos had no idea how.
"I think so. Studying with you is always interesting, at the very least."
(Rolled (4x4) = 16. Lore: Six-Fox Pact + 3! Current +5 Lore: Six-Fox Pact (3/10))
A few more hours, and they finished up. Ulos smiled at the two.
"Thanks for coming. And Henrietta..."
His voice trailed off. She looked at him quizzically, waiting for him to go on.
"Just.. if you need anything, or something happens, just let us know. Ok?"
She nodded.
"Of course, Ulos. Likewise for you?"
He smiled.
"For sure. What are friends for, right?"
Voting post up in just a little bit.