Dreadlords First Day of Class

[Norah]

"I prefer Elbion hazelnut-milk," Norah said lowly. A glint of curiosity in her dark eyes as she looked between Vitt and Killien. "She's going to get a stiff neck looking back here so much." A cat-like smile as she raised one hand, pretending to clean her nails.

An eyeroll as Professor Krixus called them out. Head cocked to the side as she casually listened to his lesson.

Then her eyes snagged on the golden signet ring Basmarc idly turned. Brushing a coin in her pocket, she leaned forward and whispered something. Magic would charge the air near Fabien 'King' D'Amour before his notebook began to catch on fire.

 

[Alistair Krixus]

"that one died a long time ago."

Ok, well he wasn't expecting the class to be so... self-deprecating. Although maybe he should have, Dreadlords were famous for being a depressing bunch, him included.

"I do not believe so."

Alistair's hand reached out and Norah would feel the magic at her lips begin to unravel and twist away from her. A small sliver of smoke came from King's notebook before being snuffed out. Norah could choose to push past this resistance, but the Proctor's eyes were now firmly on her. He had noticed. Out of all the things to try and sneak past Alistair, magic was not the correct choice.

"Before we stray too far from the matter at hand. All I mean to say is that each of you need a broad and strong foundation for your magic before you can begin to build upward. The very base of this pyramid is magic theory, which is what this class is all about...You can learn oh so many secrets with a firm understanding of the arcane."

The last sentence was almost threatening, largely pointed at Norah as a warning not to test him on the first day of class. While the Academy was growing more opposed to severe punishments, those initiates who showed such clear insubordination were not given leniency.

He turned to the chalkboard behind him and began to draw out a rather simple formula for quantifying the level of energy put into magical spells. Actually, this was the most basic formula for all of magical theory.

 

[Fabien 'King' D'Amour]

Hmm? The briefest smell of burning and a wisp of smoke caught King's attention, followed by their Proctor extending his hand out to the class, followed by the lecture continuing without incident. Had something important just flown over his head?

Oh well. Probably not worth worrying about.

 

[Vittoria Larrainth]

Vittoria's attention had been on the burned notebook, staring at it moments after the Proctor no doubt doused the flames with his own touch of magic. Her eyes then lifted to King, who looked around briefly to try and gather what had happened, but she gave him a smile.

Truly nothing worth his time to fret over. Nor should she.

Turning her head back to the Proctor, catching his words of what they were to learn in this class. Magical theory had always intrigued the Initiate, had always lured her to learn how to assess and decipher magic and the ways she could weaponise her magic to undo it. She had done it before, but Vittoria hoped she could at least be faced with a challenge now that the Proctor was here.

"On the topic of magical theory, is it true we can access a raw manifestation of a spell at work, Proctor?"