Post by The Historian on Jun 10, 2006 21:10:04 GMT -5
This Class is intended for those unsure of how their magic works, or generally want to know the uses of certain types of magics.
I'm aiming for newer people, although anyone is welcome.
I'm currently accepting only:
1. Hakfu Song 2. Connor 3. Leon 4. Darah
So, if you'd like to sign up, go ahead. Note: I will be accepting the newer people first... but, if there is a lack of participation, older students will be accepted.
This classes main point is to LEARN about your magic, so its procedes will be moved toward your Energy ranking, if you so choose. Also, I will personally work with your Magic type, or Element, depending on you. Please sign up!
Connor has walking through the halls fumbling with his campus map his dangling wildly behind and scratching his head and then he bumbbed into a wall and notic a classroom with a signup sheet next to the doorway.
"Yea sure I guees I'll give it a try"
He scribbled his named hastily onto he sheet and walked inside 2. Connor McHenry
Relaxed and alittle more ready for things that happen at this school with wired people and there magicel abilities. Not to mention the fact there where so many of them. Leon had wandered around for so long it just kinda smacked him in the face.
"Where am I?"
Leon had realized he had just gotten lost in the school. Yep he was wondering where th ehll he was, so he walked into a class room, and went inside to figure out where he was, but the subject at hand was interesting to him, so he took a seat like he was meant to be here.
'The History of Magic and Its Usage Class. Sounds like a really bad catch frase.'
Post by The Historian on Jun 10, 2006 21:56:48 GMT -5
The door to the classroom flew open next to Connor. A beckoning voice called out...
Upon entering, rows of desks could be seen, ascending upward at steap angles. It was like an ampitheater in the room, although magnicently smaller. Adorning the walls were pictures of famous Magicians and Summoners, Warriors and Necromancers.
At the front Desk, a Man wearing rimless glasses was writing something on a paper. Without looking, he Pointed Connor to a seat in the front row.
There were only a few other students sitting about, most of them regulars to all classes.
Behind The Historian, who was the man sitting at the Front Desk, was a chalkboard, a Marker Board, and inbetween the two, a projector screen. On the side, was an ELMO, a Projection device that sent signals to the projector, based on what was put underneath it. It was basically a camera, but in real time.
Currently shown on the Projector was a magnificent picture of a man standing over top of a fallen beast, a titan of an animal. The man standing over it rested a sword on his shoulder, and in his other, left hand, held a staff. He was one of the first MageWarriors, and a magnificent example of what all these young people could end up being.
The room was lined with speakers, 21.1 surround sound to be exact. Currently playing was a classical piece, but it changed from that, to a more modern song, by the Gorillaz. A cult classic to say the least.
Anyone who entered, would be privy to this treatment.
Darah made her way into yet another class. It was rather pointless for her. She had never really been smart enough to know what the teachers were trying to say at the front of the class. Not to mention the fact that she was ignorant of all other spells other than those she already knew. Her spells worked fine for her. Why did she need others? It'll only take up space in her mind and get her confused with the spells she already knew.
As the young fourteen year old walked into the class, she saw a new teacher. Well, not new... and certainly not young. It was just that the spectacled man sitting in front of the class had never taught Darah before which made her wonder, just what sort of magic did this baldie use? What sort of spell was he going to impart, or in Darah's case try to impart, to the students? Darah could only wonder as she shuffled towards the back of the class in her brown, patched up, hooded cloak. In her arms was a small green lizard slightly longer than the span of one hand. Her kid, Gekko.
Sitting herself down, Darah pulled her hood lower over her face to prevent people from seeing her. She wasn't pretty with her pale green skin, horns and scales. She didn't pay attention to the projector, nor did the music of the class reach her ears. She didn't care about any of that. All she had her mind on was the child lizard sitting on her lap.
Post by The Historian on Jun 11, 2006 9:52:25 GMT -5
The Historian looked up, and the music died down. The students voices, as well, became hushed whispers, and then nothing.
Looking over the students, he checked his list, and only a few were absent.
Moving over to the projector, he turned it off, the picture on the screen snapping away. He moved over to the screen, pulled the cord on it, and it whisked into its holder.
I... am the Historian. You... May call me that, or Mr. G...
He wrote the two words on the board with a standard piece of chalk. Everything he did wreaked of non-magic, as though he shunned his own profession.
Looking the students over, he picked out Narah.
Missss... Narah, please remove your hood... Sssshame, is not, welcome, in, my classss.
He wrote the name of the Class, The History of Magic and Its Usage, on the board. It was white chalk, and atop the black board, it stood out, such that even those in the higher tiers could see.
Now... The basic divisions of, Magic, as we know it.. are thusss:
Elementalism Necromancy Dousing Chi Enchantment Hexing Psychism Shamanism Alchemy Wordology Symbology Card Spells Curses, Hesitating before saying the last division... Sssummoning....
Now... Each branch has its strengths and its weaknesses. This class, will teach you how to exploit and protect your weaknesses. The Strengths, can be left to, the training, room.
So, first... We must learn, the Basics, behind Magic...
Although the, founder, of Magic is unknown, we know that it dates back to before Jesus, with many instances in the Egyptian era, where Mummies, commonly thought to be alchemistic concoctions, were actually a splice of both Alchemy, and Necromancy. By using the Alchemy to, presserve the body, the Necromancer's stole its soul, and put them into the, jars, that held the deceased organs. Suchly, this is only one early case of this technique...
The Mayan's, who sought, peaccce, through Diety's, were actually worshipping Sssummonsss. They believed them to be holy, when in all actuality, their rituals only summoned them, and didn't appease them one bit...
Of course, we have Enemies to the Magical arts... Anyone, who would be One Enemy of the Magical Arts, between 0 AD, and 1700 AD?
Post by Hakfu Song on Jun 11, 2006 15:18:18 GMT -5
Crap. Late Again.
The doors quietly creaked open, Hakfu Song determined not to make a spectacle of himself. There was just an empty silence, aside from what he heard to be.. the 'teacher's' voice?? It sounded so, so odd. With his books in his hands, he took a few steps in, before the tip of his sandal sunk into a crack on the floor, and he tumbled down the miniature auditorium, his books landing on top of his head, opened. Raising one arm on his desk, in a desperate attempt to regain his composure, he attempted to gather himself up, as he pulled himself into a desk. He bowed his head over his desk, his books still just roughly gathered into his arms as he quickly put them onto his desk.
"Uh.. sorry sir. Won't happen again."
Whipping out a piece of paper from his folder, he got out a pencil, and began scribbling fiercely, what he could from what was being spoken. At the teacher's question though, he raised his hand.
".. Sir, would it any sort of religion with a mono-religious belief, such as the Knights Templar or the Masons?"
Immediatly after he spoke it, he recoiled within himself. The Masons were known to be a fairly well people, not taking to violence.. commonly. Although, they were known to take up arms.. like.. George Washington and Benjamin Franklin.. think next time before you speak, fool!
Darah thought that the class got a little better as the music died down. It had been blaring in her sensitive ears and the noise had also been disturbing her kid, Gekko. Darah didn't mind the talking of the students that much but when they hushed as well, Darah thought of it as a bonus. Obviously, she didn't like loud places. Why on earth was a teacher playing loud music in class anyways? Didn't this old man know that loud environments were terrible for studying? Even Mr. UC didn't put on any music in class despite his age.
The old man at the front of the class introduced himself as the historian or otherwise Mr.G. No surprise there, Historian. Look at you! You're old! A living skeleton! A relic! You should be in a museum, not Arcane Academy. And they way you talk... Are you a zombie or do people slowly lose their ability to talk fluently as they grow older? If so, my late grandma talked better than you, so what age does that make you?
As if to punish Darah for her thoughts, Historian asked her to remove her hood. He couldn't pronounce her name properly though and called her 'Narah' instead. What? No one has ever asked that of her before. Shame? No, it wasn't shame. It's preventing the students of the class from screaming for their mothers and running out of the class wetting their underpants.
Slowly, Darah pulled the hood backwards and off her head, revealing her pale green skin, and two inched horns on her temples. Worse still, there were some patches of dark green scales on her cheeks and even her hair was dark green. Her grey eyes avoided the looks of people and her ears ignored the gasps and whispers, paying attention to only Historian and she wrote everything as he had said on her notepad she produced from deep in her coat. She'll be learning to protect her weaknesses today. That had to be good, right?
A question from Historian: Who would be One Enemy of the Magical Arts, between 0 AD, and 1700 AD? Darah regarded the question for a while before giving it up. She had never learnt of anything like this before. Great, this wasn't a class to protect her weaknesses. It was a history class and Darah hated history. Boring.
Just then, the pimp daddy Darah had met at Starbucks answered with some knights. Darah had absolutely no idea what he was yapping about and continued to pay attention to the old geezer in front of the class.
Connor was running down the hall and was dodging in out of students who were not yet late his sword dangling wildly in one hand and his in the ohter. He did want to be late for this new class.
He skidded around the corner almost dropping his sword. He was now trying to keep his books balanced while struggling ot sheath his swors all while running insanely ot his next class.
He came as soon as The Histotorina had finished his speech. Connor slid quietly into a desk in the back which was posistioned right by the door leaned his sword on the wall behind him and placed his books on his desk.
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Post by The Historian on Jun 12, 2006 14:49:14 GMT -5
The Historian watched as Hakfu, a promising student in the academy, show up late...
*Check One... my friend.*
Then, almost at the same instant, Connor bolted through the door..
*Check One... my friend.*
Darah, the lizard-esque girl, recieved a few gasps in amazement and fear at her persona, but generally, The Historian was not affected. He had seen much worse, and knew of much worse, than a simple transmogrified human.
Listening to Hakfu, The Historian nodded.
Of course, any, mono-theistic group, could be thought of this way. But, even then, the Church, and its followers, unintentionally evoked magic, through, their prayers. Yes, it is believed, that Jesus Christ, himself, was a magicician, although, many dissbelieve, it.
Now, letsss move on...
Magic, in its ssssimplesst form, is but a usssse, of the energy that comprissess, everything. Thatss, why an Alchemissst, is effective. They usse, the Energy, in their variablesss, to make their meansss.
Now... Darah. I asssk you. What isss your Magical, Division?
The Historian moved from the chalkboard. As he moved forward, it was at a steadily slow pace, moving with a deliberate slowness. Yet, his strides were unabated, his movements almost fluid-like, as he made his move toward the front row of desks, to look up at Darah.
Connor who before thought this class was going to be insanely boring and even though he gotten reprimanded his interest was peaked it was just something about Alchemy that interested him. He remembered something that he had learned in another class that alchemists had to draw a special circle before they could work their specific kind of magic. It was called a Transmutation Circe. Connor raised his hand. "Sorry to interrupt sir but what why do to alchemists have to draw a Transmutation Circle"
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Post by The Historian on Jun 12, 2006 18:37:51 GMT -5
The Historian turned from Darah, and looked toward Connor.
*Connor... Connor... Hmm... an interesting student. Likes Alchemy... yesss....*
Historian shifted toward Connor.
Itsss okay.. There is no need to apologisse. Quesstionss make up the bassisss of Intelligensse.
Alchemissts, well, not all Alchemissts, dabble in the Transmogrification of the elementss. Some, use chemisstry, and the, like, to perfect, their craft.
But, those who do use Transmogrification, Don't always have to. Some, have gotten away with tattooing, the circle, on their hands. This is also, archaic. True Alchemists, don't even need the tattoo, because they've become So enhansed, but the, powers of Alchemy, that they've, reworked, their hands, into actual circles... Of courssse, thiss takesss time...
Now, the circle itsself, is but a portal. Almosst a disstant coussin to Summoning, Elemental Alchemy uses the productss, breakss them down, and then resshapesss them. In some casses, when ussing, the right, materials, one can create new materialss, although this is much harder than sssimply, changing a shape...
Now, back to Darah, the wonderful peppy, student.
Your contractors want to know your, Magic Type... Pleasse, explain....
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Loen listened in as he sat there thinking and watching everything going on. He was almost as unsure about these people as he was about anyone else. Though Darah he knew was a good fighter. Leon himself did not know anything about her magics. He did know she did some things that hurt, alot, but other wise he knew nothing. He looked to the Connor guy from before who was interested in alchemy. He seemed interesting enough, and Hakfu Leon knew he introduced him to Tai. Interesting character that one was.
But Leon was interested to know where the teacher was going with this. Maybe he was going to explain more indepth on what her magic, or abilities where. That would be interesting to hear, but Leon wasn't here to hear about others, he figured if he was here for any reason other than learning about himself, it would be to learn about the history of magic itself. And well, he was getting that, in very small doses.
Historian asked Darah a simple question: What was her element? However, In truth the question was anything but simple. Darah's element... Well, that had to be poison. Darah was an adept venomancer, possibly the only one in Arcane Academy since she has yet to find another who's just like her. No, not look like her but at least has the same magic interests. No one else deserves to look as much of a monstrousity as she did.
Darah thought over Historian's question a few times but still couldn't answer. It wasn't that she did not know what was her strong element. She knew well enough that she excelled in the poison arts, although that's the only element she knows. The problem with Historian's question was that he asked her to explain about her magic type to the class. She can't have that happen, can she? Even though it was the teacher's request, did she really have to tell the class and weaken herself before others? To let them know her secrets?
Darah's hesitation bought her some time when one of the other students of the class brought up a question to Historian. He asked something about transmutation circles and why did alchemists need to draw them before they could transmute something. Interesting question, only Darah didn't care to listen as Historian started to explain the wonderful world of alchemy to the student. To Darah, it sounded something like blah blah blah.
At last, Historian was done with the dramatic explanation of Alchemy... Great, and now his attention was focused back on Darah again. That wasn't good. Why did he have to pick her first? Was it because of the way she looked? Why did he want to know her magic type? It was all too much for Darah as she gave in and started talking, something which she absolutely hated doing because she found talking as a waste of breath. In truth, what was more of a waste was that she didn't like talking when her voice actually sounded very sweet.
Darah stood up. "I'm a venomancer..." Darah started off. The teacher wanted her to explain her magic type though and thus Darah had to continue talking. She shifted her feet uncomfortably as she thought about what was it that venomancers do. "Um... Venomancers deal with poisons... all sorts of poisons... I guess that is all there is to the magic type..."
Darah thanked god she finished it fast. She quickly took her seat again as she waited for Historian to pick someone else to torture.