You're sitting in your chambers, the rich environment a symbol of your families generations of hard work. Glancing around your room you notice the large, blue and spherical planescape of Sol. It took many separate, grueling attempts throughout the generation of your lineage. After much toil and failed attempts your great, great, grandfather happened upon something most fortunate. A ley sigil, magical phenomenon occasionally appearing in this world. Plenty of research has been poured into these, but still much is unknown on how or why they will occasionally appear. The fortunate discovery of this is what has led to your family becoming an established minor nobility in this humble village. Few are those who have mastered a branch of mystical arts, even fewer are those who survive even just becoming an apprentice of it, that sigil allowed your family to skip all the hard work. Taking a glance out your window, your eyes are met with the rising sun over the green lands surrounding your estate. The red and orange banner slowly will become more and more bathed in the sunlight, shimmered and flowing for all to see. It's not to go without saying though that life still hasn't gone without struggling though. Wanting to keep magical proficiency alive and well in the family, your parents have pushed you all your early and late childhood into practice.When it was not reading books, it was lessons..When it was not lessons, it was meditation..When it was not meditation, it was reading books..You could go on, though truly you know it necessary of this world. Magicka of any form has become such a rare resource in this world that was once thriving and filled with it. You recall some of your earliest teachings, your parents really drilled into you the lessons of...>Elementalism>Illusion>Divining>Conjuration
>>6465191>Illusion
a description of what each kind of magic can actually do would be good, but my vote is for>conjuration
>>6465191>ConjurationSounds dope
>>6465191>>Elementalism
>>6465191>Conjuration
>>6465191>AI slop
>>6465191The magical arts of conjuration were once widely practiced. At one point it had even been considered a basic necessity to learn how to conjure help, wield enchanted armaments, and summon deities for their blessings and intervention in war times. Since the old days of wizardry, it has become only further obscured, those once considered lesser arts or not immediately essential had only become more and more forgotten. For your family.. they had a different idea in mind to this. Yes, your parents pushed you very hard. It was grueling, the pressure insurmountable. Your families latent talent and specialty towards the school of conjuration was rivalled by none in your noble lands. While some peasantry and the occasional traveler came bearing some talent, it was child's play compared to that of your own house. Your first breakthrough in your studies came when you were just on the cusp of your growth spurt. A prepubescent 13 year old, you remember it and look back fondly. Your loud, triumphant cries echoed through the manor coming from inside the practice room. You remember when both your mother & father came in to see what all the rabble was for, that's when they say that you...>Summoned and tamed a lesser deity>Managed to conjure a legendary weapon>Had an even more niche talent for alchemy, turning the marble art piece of the room into gold
fucking captchas were chewing my ass out dumbass security check
>>6465476>Had an even more niche talent for alchemy, turning the marble art piece of the room into goldIf things are becoming more industry based theres a variety of material sciences for which alchemy is a great boon.
>>6465476>Summoned and tamed a lesser deity>>6465477You and I both, QM. You and I both.
>>6465476>Had an even more niche talent for alchemy, turning the marble art piece of the room into gold
>>6465476Your dear parents had come to discover your alchemical ability. The once marble statue of your great, great grandfather now is presented in front of you all a shimmering gold. Though it has never been renowned for it's use in combat, the mystic exchange laws of alchemists have always thrived in the more industrial markets. You'll seldom come across great trading companies hosted in the major cities that DON'T have an alchemist on their payroll. What major arcana there still exists in this world, alchemy is one of the lesser sort. The mystic laws of equal exchange are far more taboo than today's industry dominant mindset of simply seeking out ore or material to make things with. It's well known to even those who don't practice or have any sort of magical ability that to often change the matter of an object, you must exchange it for something else, be it one's own life span in some of these cases. Mother & Father both look at you, than at your restructuring of the statue. Your father's chest swells with a pride you've sworn you had never seen before. Mother simply looks at you, reserved but with a smile that acknowledges your feat."My dear boy, your mother and I couldn't be more proud of you.. this is no easy feat, Damon," your father elegantly replies. Mother just nods with him, your dad goes to the statue of his distant great grandfather and runs his hand down it. The results can be seen from his eyes. It's true, the material of the decor has been swapped to that of solid gold. It was shortly after this that your parents crowned your achievement by granting you this statue, moving it from the practice room to your own private quarters. You have become a novice of the Alchemical arts! You may now transmute certain properties of objects such as weight, density, and even material in exchange of others!Few more years would come to pass, seasons change and your parents rigid routine of practice and study that was once held over your head has since been lessened. The years of your teenage youth had come to pass, moments of extreme emotion and the physical changes to your own body have more than made themselves apparent. There were moments that were hard to relate with the other children of your village, being nobility comes with a weighted responsibility that most children of the land are not tasked with. Despite your parents rigid timelines and teachings, there's always one thing from those years that you'd think about often...>The night I met a wild apostate, a young rebel mage outlawed from civil society>The times I would push myself & continue to hone my magical ability>The day of my 18th birthday, when a messenger arrived to the estate with a letter of accommodation to The Ministry Of Magum
>>6465559>The day of my 18th birthday, when a messenger arrived to the estate with a letter of accommodation to The Ministry Of MagumAcademy?
>>6465559>The day of my 18th birthday, when a messenger arrived to the estate with a letter of accommodation to The Ministry Of Magum
