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Fantasy The Magus Title The Magus Excerpt I have been called the blood Lance, Magus, Lancarius the arcane, Wielder of the blue flame, Silver haired demon. I have earned those names. Bought and paid for them with blood and humanity. I have lived the lives of four men, yet still I am young. I have stolen the gifts of maidens and the innocents of squires. My presence alone has brought an end to the sixty year long war in the north. I have destroyed the city of Veladius, slaughtering thousands to save a few. I have killed men in ways that would make an army weep. I have claimed so many woman a forest has less branches than my family line. I have slept with a goddess and seduced a demon. My name is Lancarius Osirium Ruyinius, highest mage of the Arcane university, wielder of the title of Magus. You may have heard of me. We follow the tale of either one or multiple students as they get assigned to this legend of a man, their new teacher. The story would consists of many deep character enriching elements and a solid plot, implementing a unique way of using magic and adventure, sprinkled with dramatic events and a sliver of hope. Content -Unique magic system. -Teacher Student. -Age play. Scenario The town of Serlacia, 1321, summer. Most things fade with time, slowly sinking into obscurity before finally being lost to time and memory. The memory of your first word, gone. The familiar scent of the first flower you encounter, lost. The face of your parents, faded. The exception was that one moment, that single event. You still can still remember that day, that divining moment in your life. Fear had claimed your voice that day, made your young limbs tremble and pinned your feet to the ground. You had been at market that day, hoping to find something. It had been a busy and crowded morning, the scent of spices thick in the air. You still remember smelling the scents of fresh roses in the stall next to you. You remember the coldness of sweat on your back, the scent of oiled steel in the air as three men made their way through the crowds, hammering at bystanders. They claimed they were the kings men, loyal soldiers that needed to collect this months levy tribute. One glance at their ragged appearance and worn and torn clothing spoke volumes about their true professions bandits. They had already put the smiths apprentice to the sword when the boy offered up even the smallest sliver of resistance, making him bleed out while spending his last few minutes wailing for his sister, dead eyes un able to find her in the crowd. You remember the way they began to peer into the crowd, eyes hungry for coin and other things, brows tight by their disappointment from the lack of coin. Slowly they began to become more physical, grabbing farmers daughters, shaking merchants, punching down people. After a few minutes one of them began to make his way towards you, sword arched up high as if going to strike. You still remember how slow your heart rate was at that moment, as if everything began to move more slowly. The sword went down and stopped only a few inches from your face, the wielder confused. The strong steel blade began to glow red, more and more by the seconds, finally it began to drip apart, forming a puddle of molten steel on the ground, hissing angrily at the colder air. Before the former wielder of the blade had a chance to reply he was suddenly launched in the air and vanished in a large blue flame, disappearing within a mere second. All that was left of him was a dark ashy powder that began to drift downwards, covering the crowd and the nearby rooftops, that and the sudden increase in the winds ferocity. People began to look for the source of this mysterious event, eyes bulging when they finally noticed what had been the cause of it all. His silver hair was alive in the strong wind, dancing wildly and giving the man an unnatural grace. His armour was of the finest black leather, decorated with lines of silver. His bright blue orbs were alien, as if the coldest ice in the world had decided to settle in those twin gems, making it his home. One simple gaze of those eyes made a dozen villagers faint and caused the others to grow pale. Several of them even released their bodily fluids. The Magnus had come! Several years later The Arcane city, 1331, spring. A group of young males and females were sitting in one of the carriages, making their way towards the Academy. A few of them were discussing what fields they would study, others making bold statements as to what they would achieve within a few years time. One of them was telling a story, holding the attention of several men and woman. He spoke of the greatest mage to have ever lived The Magus. He was telling them about the time the Magus had saved the town of Serlacia, riding thunder down to the earth and saving the populace from a small army that had tried to raid the town. Their numbers were over a hundred, all armed to the teeth. The Silver haired demon had simply woven his hand and all their swords began to melt. He had gazed upon them and they grew old, giving the demon mage their youth. At the snap of a finger, all of them suddenly were on fire, vanishing from the lands and even burning out their threads of fade completely, doomed to never being reborn. He finished the story with a flurry, receiving applaud and more questions when he was done. Everybody knew of him, the greatest mage that had ever lived, yet everyone knew he was either a myth or a man who had lived a long, long time ago. Situated in the arcane citys dried up lake, the University is a place of higher learning dealing in many different fields. While the rest of the world is slowly making steps towards science, the University has already embraced it fully, rising technologically and culturally above all the known kingdoms and empires. The University stands out due to its instruction in disciplines that closely resemble arcane arts, During this time the University has somewhere under around two thousand students. The University is a place of understanding and bettering mankind. It offers many subjects and fields of study. The following fields of study are the most notorious -History Refers to the academic discipline which uses a narrative to examine and analyse a sequence of past events, and objectively determine the patterns of cause and effect that determine them. Historians sometimes debate the nature of history and its usefulness by discussing the study of the discipline as an end in itself and as a way of providing perspective on the problems of the present. Many kingdoms offer a position in court to a graduate Academic who has specialised in this field, preferring to call them historians. -Mathmatics Mathematics is the abstract study of quantity, structure, space, change, and many other topics. People who have made this field their speciality call themselves Mathematicians. They seek out patterns and formulate new conjectures. Mathematicians resolve the truth or falsity of conjectures by mathematical proof. When mathematical structures are good models of real phenomena, then mathematical reasoning can provide insight or predictions about nature. Many building guilds or noblemen hire these men, knowing that these men and woman can creature wonders, brining shape to structures that would normally collapse under its own weight. Nearly all of the current bridges and newly form manors and keeps have been designed by these people. -Sympathy Sympathy is a system of energy manipulation in the Chronicle that requires extreme skill and concentration. Most common folk few this as a form of magic. Sympathy requires a user to create a sympathetic link between two objects. What is done to one object will affect the other. For example, if a sympathist creates a sympathetic link between two coins, he may move both coins equal distances by exerting force on only one. The coin that is not directly acted on by the sympathist will move with the same force and direction as the coin acted on by the sympathist. With such a sympathetic link, however, moving one of the coins will weigh as much as moving both of the coins. However, sympathy is not perfect, and some energy is always lost. Therefore, to move both coins, the symphathist will have to use more force than it would usually take to move two coins. Sympathy is viewed with extreme superstition by the populace and is associated with demons and dark powers. Few students are able to grasp this art, even fewer are able to master it. It is also the most dangerous field of study at the academy, housing the highest death and insanity rating. -Sygaldry Sygaldry is a discipline of study taught at the University. Sygaldry involves the use and application of runes, which create effects similar to a permanent form of sympathy. The most common example of sygaldry are lamps, which converts ambient heat in the environment into light. Sygaldry, simply put, is a set of tools for channelling forces. Like sympathy made solid. Sygaldrists is not a name associated any more with people who practice this art, instead these men and women prefer to call themselves engineers. Although he people are a bit sceptical of this form of magic the artefacts these people make are in great demand, often fetching ridicules amounts of coins. -Alchemy The usage of alchemy are varied these include the creation of several alloys due to a combining of metals, the ability to transform base metals into the noble metals at the expense of other elements, the distillation of supplements or damaging properties to the physical and mental aspects of the human body. Many failed alchemists have set up shop in smaller towns and villages, becoming a form of druid who sells ointments and potions to cure simple things. A skilled Alchemist is a rare gem, seeing as most of the skill involved is something that cannot be taught only developed further. -Medicine Medicine is the applied science or practice of the diagnosis, treatment, and prevention of disease. It encompasses a variety of health care practices evolved to maintain and restore health by the prevention and treatment of illness in human beings. People from far off come to the University to seek the medical help that is offered here, bringing in a steady income and a nonstop stream of volunteers to practice on. The practitioners of Medicine, or Medicus as they like to call them, work closely with Alchemist, implementing their potions and salves to restore the their patients. From sewing wounds to mending broken bones, stilling fevers or delivering new life, the Medicus does it all. Two hundred people had gathered for the opening ceremony, both male and female, all hoping they would be accepted in the University. Each of them was lined up in perfect rows, a presentation of their commitment and dedication. Before them stood the nine masters of the University, the absolute experts in their fields. There were other teachers, yet a master stood above all. In the past there had been more or less, yet nine stood before the crowd today. Usually each master had several teachers working for him, allowing him to teach many more than was usually efficient if he or she were to do so on his own. There were exceptions to this rule, the medicus and the sympathist preferred to teach directly, seeing as their fields required even more precision than what a was normal. Slowly one by one they began to introduce themselves. The high-master Lorian, a world renown mathematician who has singlehandedly designed over a hundred buildings, ninety of them still standing. Elena Boria, the master of Medicine, the only person alive who has ever tried her hands at a heart transplant and succeeded. The list went on, each master standing up and telling his or her name, the profession and what they were mostly known for. The last master simply remained seated, eying the crowd and waving a hand dismissively, already bored at the prospect of introducing himself. Lance, sympathy. The man commented, remaining seated and inspecting his digits, as if there was something terribly interesting behind them. There was a small mutter within the crowds, some students asking others who the man was, if he was even a master. The high-master raised his eyebrows at this, shaking his head as he glanced to his side, eying the ninth master. His expression was stern, as if he was saying that there would be words after this and even more if the man did not man up and do this simple act. After a minute of staring the ninth master finally stood up, eyes and posture suddenly changing. One second ago he had a lazy posture and eyes that appeared to be glazed over from a lack of concentration, now he stood tight and concentrated, jaw tight and eyes a deep icy blue. I have been called the blood Lance, Magus, Lancarius the arcane, Wielder of the blue flame, Silver haired demon. I have earned those names. Bought and paid for them with blood and humanity. I have lived the lives of four men, yet still I am young. I have stolen the gifts of maidens and the innocents of squires. My presence alone has brought an end to the sixty year long war in the north. I have destroyed the city of Veladius, slaughtering thousands to save a few. I have killed men in ways that would make an army weep. I have claimed so many woman a forest has less branches than my family line. I have slept with a goddess and seduced a demon. My name is Lancarius Osirium Ruyinius, highest mage of the Arcane university, wielder of the title of Magus. You may have heard of me. There wasnt any muttering of students after that, simply silence while the other eight masters were shaking their heads or pinching the spots between their eyes, no doubt understanding that they would need several months to calm these new students down. The masters left after the ceremony, several dozen scribes taking their place. They would write down he names and appearances of the new students and hand them a bundle of basic information on where to go and when they were to be expected for their entrance exams. Setting FantasyMedieval My Characters I would be playing the Magus in this scene. He would be one of the teachers assigned to your characters and would be one of the main elements in the story. Much of him is open for discussion, yet much of him I would rather keep hidden for mysterious plot elements. Many of the side characters in this world would be played by me, offering more depth. Your Characters Either one or more students in the University. He or she or them can be as old as you like, yet all must be eighteen or older. Also open to my partner playing a teacher as a main or side character. Requirements Able to add something to the story, either with side or main characters or enriching the environment with detail. This is not a Smut focused story, although there will be plenty of those scenes involved. One must be able to understand that magic in this rp is not a HP or Tolkien kind of magic. You need not read the any of the Patrick Rothfuss books, yet it would help. I will carefully explain every element of this world in understandable words as the rp evolves, adding more depth and colour to this world. Other information -Possible elements of impregnationpregnancy -Possible elements of incest Inspiration for the scene Kvoth