Magic
Legend
“Reality consists of mana leaking uncontrolled from the astral or spun into objects and fate-threads by the Vornir. At times it’s drawn forth or altered by gods and powerful mana manipulators, twisting it to their desire.”
Description
Everything in the void and thus our world is shaped or self-crystalised mana, the very same substance that the Boriac utilised to create links to connect to everything they encountered in the void. Leaked and shaped mana can be altered, and linking can be servered by the divine races and by powerful mana manipulators.
Altering mana was at first done by the divine races but as other races came to be, some studied and adapted the ways of the divine. Others managed to figure out how to manipulate on their own. Unforseen by all, their interactions with mana, sent energies through the astral strengthening the colour of that realm in the magic wheel.
Mana links slowly grew in mass, volumen, and brightness, due the interactions with them. Sending energies back to the colour of their realm in the wheel, they evolved into energy conductors, and finally many a connection became gods. Once spawned as sentinent, moving, and acting entities they began teaching the knowledge they had observed from the Vornir.
Studying, learning, and practicing the magic paths of any magic realm say arcane thus entails mingling with its gods, who afflict the mana manipulator’s aura colour. The four magic realms are influenced in various ways, and as a mana manipulator’s understanding and talents improve, they submerge deeper into the core aura colour of that realm. Engulfing them and wrapping their minds and carcasses, making learning magic paths on the opposite end of the magic wheel exceedingly difficult.
Skjald Sejrik
History
Long before the advent of magic schools, academies, and the establishment of order and safety. There were those of the mortal races, who aside the divine races, discovered how to influence the mana sea and bend reality to their own purposes or beliefs.
We don’t know if the first ones learned it from the divines or figured it out on their own. But, when these early pioneers spotted each other, some battled to the death, while others shared knowledge. Luckily the habit of sharing and categorising knowledge took the upper hand, creating the foundation for the magic realms and all their magic paths.
Skjald El Mary
Organisation
Channelling, Essence, Mentalism, and Arcane are the four domains of magic, each realm ordered into eight levels, with their magic paths starting in the centre and stretching to the edge of what is conceivable. All paths are linked to a set of gods who are drawn to and fed by the use of energies associated with them, except if manipulated by void weaving.
Even though all are born with an aura colour. Its the mana manipulators assimilation with one of the three magic realms, that ends up defining their alignment towards the gods. Each manipulating in a unique fashion. As a result, they are characterised by their understanding of magic paths.
- Channelling manipulators often employ the energies of their gods, as well as their gods’ knowledge of true names.
- Essence manipulators rely on modifying or dissolving reality by setting the mana sea in motion through Astral weaving.
- Mentalism manipulators either have a spiritual (cyan/green), or a physical (red/pink) foundation, using their mind or spirit to set things in motion.
- Arcane manipulators manipulate with Void weaving.
Skjald Vinotis
Manipulation of the mana sea may be improved by employing ingredients, weaving, truenaming, as well as by adding mana in the form of magic shards. These shards comes into existence when mana manipulators are careless, purposefully not truenaming discharged energy, or as a result of the astral leaking mana. There are eight coloured variations of these magic shards, and two multicoloured anomalies:
Skjald El Mary
Special
Manipulators cannot normally learn the polar opposite of their core, as it is far too energetic and complex. Deepminded is the human who covers the most of the magic wheel, encompassing seven of the eight magic wheel colours.
Skjald Valgrif
Story
| The ability to utilise magic is perilous, especially when displayed in the wrong setting. That day at “The Prudent Mule” in Pikleby, Ivory Vale, I’ll never forget. A card-playing group suddenly erupted in a heated debate, culminating with one of them leaping to his feet in a display of ability, deep into the art of channelling heavenly forces. He began yelling numerous Truenames at a slim man across the table.
However, he was dumb enough to deploy a strong, long-casting channel. The recipient of the energies had no intention of suffering whatever annoyances his opponent was causing, so he got up and showed himself to be a manipulator. Hand weaving intricately and confidently while tossing supplies towards the chanting fool. He was clearly a master manipulator of the essence, aiming for a faster release and stunning, situation-ending impact. The surrounding card players and visitors at the adjoining tables were taken aback by their behavior. Except for me and a hooded alcoholic who gazed wide-eyed and mumbled to himself, everyone panicked and began to escape or hide. It was rather amusing to watch others panic and freeze over. The channelling idiot grasped the consequence and changed his spell just as the Essence manipulator launched his miniature, devastating lightning bolt. At the corner of my eye, I noted that the mumbling alcoholic was not paralysed by terror. He clenched his teeth and squinted his eyes in a determined glare at the guys in battle. He blinked, and the Essence Manipulator’s hand twisted out of sync, flinging all of his ingredient pouches into the erupting Lightning Bolt, causing it to go out of control and grow into a pulsing ball of electricity and magma-flames sucking up the Channeler’s hazily controlled energy. Both gasped as elements and heavenly forces hit their bodies. As their trapped mana spilled out, they bent, twisted, and were ripped open. Then they erupted in a shower of coloured lights, blood, and guts, almost touching my ale mug! The resulting hush was deafening. Everyone held their breath, sat rigidly, or lay prone in terror. Except for the hooded, somewhat tipsy mentalist, who took a large swallow of his mead and stood slowly as he assessed the situation and me. I’m still convinced I noticed a power-recognition blink and a little smile twist of the lips when we shared the glance. I nodded in recognition of a well-hidden caste. But we never brought it up again. Skjald Yell'a'Beard |
Last Updated on 2025-01-01 by IoM-Christian