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His next class was Basics of Unattuned Spellcasting- or, as everyone called it, Cantrips.
Hugh also spent quite a lot of time watching the librarians’ origami golems. Many of the librarians were paper mages, and crafted folded paper golems to accomplish a wide array of tasks.
the magic-hating people of Emblin.
Hugh was, to his own shame, absolutely fine with getting a master out of pity.
Pity's very underrated - George Costanza
tall young woman here is Sabae Kaen Das, and our heavily tattooed friend is Talia of Clan Castis.
Unfortunately, Talia isn’t a fire mage. Her affinities lie incredibly strongly in bone and dream-
Oh FUCK yes
Hugh hadn’t ever heard anything like this about Emblin before. Everyone back home said that the reason there were no mages there was because they’d driven them all out in the centuries after the fall of the Ithonian Empire.
his mana reserves are as large as those of many fully trained mages. As he gets older and farther along in his training, they will only grow even further.” Hugh had what now?
“You, Hugh, are what is known as a warlock.”
I'm in, I'm already so fucking in!
“Second lesson!” Alustin said. “Second lesson?” Hugh said. “I’m not actually keeping track,” Alustin said.
“So you wanted to know about the Aether,” Alustin said. “Not really,” Talia said. “The Aether is like the ocean,” Alustin said, rapidly drawing a crude picture of the sea.
The Great Index is a semisentient magical construct with the ability to keep track of every volume in this library.
Bond with it! BOND WITH IT!
Talia would never make for much of an illusionist.
No, wait please…I love those
This volume is strictly forbidden from being read, except by those ranked at least Bishop or higher in the Church of The Eternal Heavenly Flame. In it are detailed some of the foulest, most pernicious pieces of magic ever devised. This volume only exists in order to offer ways to defeat these spells, in the off chance these heresies ever resurface and must be confronted again. Be warned, the spells grow progressively more deranged towards the end of the book. The original scribe was driven quite insane by recording them, and ended up having to be committed to an asylum.
“They’re all visibly terrifying,” Sabae said. “You’re in the first group, and you look… utterly normal. No weird tattoos, no bonded magical weapons passed down through your family, no familiar. No costume to try and make yourself look more dangerous, either. Their imaginations must be running wild trying to figure out what kind of mage you are.”
I want to form a warlock pact with you.
I knew it. Im so glad.
One of my attunements is farseeing.”
*cough cough* Arellius *cough cough* I have no problem with that *cough cough*
