From the Lioneop Teokrat journal, entry seventy two, pages one hundred seventy one through one hundred eighty five.
I, Lioneop Teokrat, have been tasked by the Grand Library of Urut to discover as much as I can about Magic that appeared in our world.
I’ve been trying to reach Eloken for the past year, ever since his resurgence in Honorable Combat, to no avail. So I’ve gathered scholars from the Grand Library with the amen from Grand Master Kirogos, and sent them across the continent to search for the magic users and describe their power, so we can gather all the knowledge we can in Reperta Magicae.
The journey of understanding magic is not just a path walked with the mind, but a voyage that challenges the soul, the boundaries of belief, and the foundations of the world as we know it. As a scribe and scholar of the Grand Library of Urut, I have dedicated my life to the pursuit of knowledge. Yet, nothing could have prepared me for the enigma that magic presented to our world.
It began years ago as whispers among the people, stories of men and women who could conjure the impossible, shaping reality to their will. These tales, once dismissed as folklore, became impossible to ignore when Eloken, The Founder of Academy of Magic, demonstrated his prowess in Honorable Combat. His abilities, a blend of the mystic arts never before seen, challenged our understanding of the natural order.
Realizing the importance of this new power, Grand Master Kirogos tasked me with compiling a comprehensive account of these abilities. Thus, Reperta Magicae, a grand repository of magical knowledge, was born. To achieve this monumental task, I enlisted the help of young scholars, each selected for their bravery, intellect, and insatiable curiosity, and I’ve sent them into a world to gather as much as they can.
Our mission is clear: traverse the vast continent, from the icy spires of the North to the sun-drenched deserts of the South, seeking out those touched by the essence of magic. Our journey will be fraught with challenges, for the world is not kind to those who seek to disrupt the veil of ignorance that shrouds it. Yet, what we have been discovered is beyond our wildest imaginations.
In the verdant lands of the East, I encountered a sect of monks who harnessed Tem, the source of time as they’ve said it. Their sect had been only formed for half a year, but they all already seemed like one. With their guidance, I’ve learned to perceive the flow of moments, each second a river to be navigated with care. They spoke of time not as a linear path, but as a tapestry woven from the threads of possibility. Through their teachings, I documented the methods to slow one's perception of time, to see the world as the eagle sees the wind—vast, encompassing, and ripe with potential.
They’ve sent us to the heart of the Southern forests, where another guild had already formed, a healing commune of sorts. They’ve called themselves Druids and they all harnessed Vit, the source of healing. Similar to Monks, they gather from all parts of the world for a shared purpose. They left behind all their riches and material worth and found peace in healing and helping others in need.
I’ve asked both groups why they didn’t seek Eloken who had sent the word across the continent to join his Academy of Magic to harness knowledge about newly found magic sources. Their answers were similar, they found him an arrogant fool who played with things beyond his understanding.
There were no more groups formed of individuals that harnessed similar powers, but I believe as time passes they will form, people like a place in the world, they search for it their whole lives and it’s only a matter of time before more guilds, sects and other kinds of organizations form from same or similar sources.
My travels then took a turn, In the bustling city of the Central Plains I came across an interesting individual
In the bustling city of the Central Plains, amidst the cacophony of market shouts and the clatter of carriages on cobblestone, I met a man whose very presence seemed to command the air around him. His name was Thane Varrick, a name whispered in taverns and feared in the underbelly of the city. Thane was a bounty hunter, known even before magic as a formidable man, but now feared because of his inhumane physical abilities enchanted by Vis.
The Northern tundra held secrets of their own, where the ice whispers to those who listen. Here, we found the reclusive Pal casters, guardians of the elements. Amidst blizzards and ice, they taught us the language of the storm, how to command the wind and weave the cold to our will. Pal, they explained, was not just control over the elements but a communion with the forces that shape our world. In their frozen sanctuaries, we learned to dance with the tempest, to harness the raw essence of nature as a painter wields their brush.
Thane was a towering figure, with broad shoulders and arms that spoke of countless battles. His hair was as black as the night, kept long and tied back, framing a face that was both handsome and hardened by the life he led. His eyes, a piercing shade of emerald, seemed to look right through you, weighing your worth and your secrets in a single glance. But it was not his imposing figure nor his striking features that set him apart; it was the aura of raw, unbridled power that he carried with him, a testament to his source, Vis.
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Vis, as I had come to understand, was a source of magic that granted its user enhanced physical abilities, strength, speed, and resilience beyond the ken of ordinary men. Thane had harnessed this power to become the most sought-after bounty hunter across the plains. He used Vis not just for combat but to track his prey, his senses sharpened to a degree that no detail, no matter how minute, could escape his notice.
Thane's personality was as complex as the magic he wielded. To the world, he was a man of few words, his communication often blunt and to the point. Yet, beneath this facade lay a keen intellect and a surprisingly philosophical outlook on life. Thane believed that power, was a gift, and each individual across the world that received it was chosen by God themselves. In his words, not quoting him exactly, there will be a test soon and God is preparing his soldiers.
As my travels continued, the tales I heard grew stranger, weaving into the fabric of our understanding of magic a thread of the uncanny, the unexplained. It was in a remote village at the edge of the Central Plains, where the fields give way to the wild, untamed forests of the South, that I encountered one of the two individuals whose stories would challenge the very boundaries of our quest.
The first was a young woman named Pharine, she could use at least two different sources but I suspect she was hiding things from me as most of them did, she revealed the ability to use Vit and Exo.
She spoke of an encounter that occurred on a night when the moon was hidden, shrouded by an unseasonal storm. As she tapped into the source of magic for the first time by accident, she sensed a presence—a feeling of being watched by eyes unseen, a weight in the air that pressed down upon her with an intensity she had never before experienced.
When she dared to look up, she glimpsed four figures at the edge of the forest, their forms obscured by the rain and darkness and their large cloaks, yet unmistakably human in shape yet not in aura. They stood motionless, watching, before vanishing as suddenly as they had appeared. Seraphine spoke of this encounter in hushed tones, her usual confidence replaced by a palpable unease. The figures had left no trace, but the memory of their presence lingered, a puzzle with no solution.
The second individual was an old warrior named Caius, who I stumbled upon following a trail of stories as I started to return to the Grand Library of Urut. Caius recounted an experience similar to Seraphine's, occurring under the cloak of darkness almost four years ago when he healed his son who suffered what would for sure be mortal wounds during their hunting session. He was praying to every deity he knew of to save his son and somehow he had healed him, later on he learned that he could use the source of Vit, but he unknowingly admitted to me that he could use Pal as well.
He too felt the gaze of the unseen that night. Turning towards the source of this sensation, he saw them—two figures that stood the in the wild, their presence an enigma. They observed in silence, their intent unreadable, before they, too, disappeared without a word, leaving Caius with more questions than answers.
Both Seraphine and Caius described these encounters in cryptic terms, reluctant to divulge every detail as if speaking too freely might invite the attention of these mysterious watchers once more. Their tales, though separate, bore striking similarities, suggesting a connection between the users who could tap into several magic and the appearance of these enigmatic figures.
This revelation added a new layer of complexity to our understanding of magic. It suggested that the act of harnessing multiple sources of magic might attract the attention of beings or entities beyond our current understanding. These encounters, though brief and shrouded in mystery, hinted at a world far vaster and more intricate than we had imagined, a world where the veil between the known and the unknown is thin.
I must search for more individuals who had encounters with these beings and there so no doubt in me that there are more people who saw them, and hopefully they will talk more freely about their encounters.
As I compile these accounts into the Reperta Magicae, a singular thread emerged, tying the disparate tales of magic, the mysterious watchers, and the individuals capable of wielding multiple sources of magic. This thread seemed to weave directly back to one figure: Eloken. The more I learned, the more I became convinced that Eloken, the enigmatic founder of the Academy of Magic, lay at the heart of the mysteries enveloping the newfound sources of magic.
My resolve hardened; I knew what I had to do next. Once our gathering at the Grand Library of Urut concluded, where all of the scholars I’ve sent will father to talk about their findings and theories, my path was clear. I would set forth for the Isari Empire, to the very heart of Eloken's domain, the Academy of Magic. There, I would seek an audience with Eloken himself.
The Grand Library of Urut, a bastion of knowledge and wisdom, has maintained a profound connection with the Church throughout history. This bond, forged in faith and the pursuit of enlightenment, has served as a bridge between the spiritual and the scholarly. Eloken's efforts to forge a similar connection, specifically with the Archpriest, were well-known among the learned circles. His objective was clear: to dispel the shadows of suspicion and fear that clung to magic and those who wielded it, to cleanse the stigma that painted magic users as agents of darkness.
Armed with this knowledge, I saw an opportunity. By leveraging the Library's longstanding relationship with the Church, and the Archpriest's influential position within it, I aimed to secure a meeting with Eloken. My intention was to present the wealth of information we had gathered—tales of mysterious watchers, individuals wielding diverse magical sources and try to see how he would react and what he would disclose to me. I know from the stories that he is an arrogant and hard individual to work with, so I must play dumb at certain parts and try not to show that I suspect him of being in the middle of this all, but that I am merely only seeking knowledge and that I am willing to secure him a meeting with Archpriest and put a good word in for him.