“Reality consists of physical things spun of flowing Mana threads from the Astral, weaved into existence by Vornir determining everything’s fate, as well as Gods and powerful Mana Manipulators twisting things to their will.”
Long before the rise of Magic schools, academies, order and safety, there where individuals who found out how to manipulate the Mana Sea and bend reality to their own needs or ideas. Whether they learned it from Gods, other Races or figured it out by themselves is unclear. But through time they met, noticing each other some fought meanwhile others exchanged knowledge and started to categorize their knowledge. Thus was the birth of Magic Schools and Paths.
All three Magic Realms are manipulated in different ways, and as the Mana Manipulators insight and skills grows they seem to sink deeper into the Magic Realm and core Aura Colour energy and mechanics. This shroud them in the Realm and their Aura Colours wrap their mind and carcass. Making it increasingly harder to learn Magic Paths at the other side of the Magic Wheel. Studying Magic Paths of either Magic Realm, means aligning with Gods and this is seen in the Aura Colour of any Mana Manipulator. Furthermore, there’s a difference in how fast one can interact and manipulate reality, and the more complex an attempt, the longer it takes and the more energy it consumes.
Magic is divided into the realms of Channelling, Mentalism and Essence, which are divided into groups of Magic Paths. All tied to a group of Gods as these seems to be drawn to, and aided, as any Mana Manipulator even in Essence and Mentalism use their Divine Colours. Mana Manipulators are founded in one of the three different Magic Realms, each manipulated in different ways. Thus, their seperation and distinguished Magic Paths. Some Mana Manipulator are of such power that they don’t draw energy from Channelling or Essence. Able to create a flow of energies, more rooted in the mind of the Mana Manipulator, than in the Gods or Nature. This is Mentalism and is are rooted in Spirit (Cyan) or Body (Red), also divided into five Aura Colours.
As studies in Magic Paths brings one deeper into ones Aura Colour and thus further away from its opposite. One can’t learn the opposite unless skilled beyond most mortals capacity. The Human currently covering most of the Magic Wheel is Deepminded, spanning 7 out of 8 Colours.
Being able to use magic is a dangerous thing, especially when showing off at the wrong place, and I never forget that day at “Ivory Vale, where a card-playing group suddenly erupted in large discussion, ending with one of them jumping up and showing that he was a skilled and perceptive one, deep into the arts of Channelling divine energies, he started to utter Truenames at a skinny man opposite the table.”, in in
Yet as he was foolish enough to back his arguments with a rather powerful Channelling, taking quite some time to cast. The recipient of the energies had no intention of feeling whatever unpleasantries his opponent was unleashing, so he jumped up and revealed himself a Magic user as well. Hand Weaving quite elaborately and with great certainty, meanwhile shoving ingredients towards the chanting fool, he was clearly a manipulator of theEssence, going for a quicker release of a mere stunning effect, less lethal, yet situation ending effect.
Their actions startled all the surrounding card players, and guests at the nearby tables panicked and started to flee or hide, save for me and a hooded drunkard who merely stared wide eyed and mumbling in fear to himself. It was quite funny to see others in the inn panic and him merely freezing over.
Just as the Channelling realized the outcome to be, and the Essence manipulator released his small , I noticed at the corner of the eye that the drunkard tightened his lips and narrowed his eyes. Way to focused on the men in conflict than mere fear and bewilderment. And at that exact moment, the manipulators hand twisted out of sync and his pouches with ingredients flung up into the erupting , causing it to go totally out of control and grow into a pulsing ball of electricity and magma-flames.
Both shrieked as their bodies where touched by both elements and divine energies, they bent, twisted, and where ripped open as their inner Mana streamed out. They exploded in a spray of coloured lights, blood, and guts, almost hitting my mug of ale…
The silence that came after was deafening, everyone held their breath and sat frozen or laid in prone fear. Except the hooded, not so drunk Mentalist, who took a long gulp of his mead and rose slowly as he eyed the room. I am to this day certain I saw a blink of power-recognition in his eye and a slight smiling twist of lips as we shared the glimpse. I gave a nod of appreciation of a well-cast hidden spell, but we never spoke of it again.