Schools of Magic

There are five Schools of Magic in Eressea.

Each faction must choose one the first time they learn Magic;
once chosen, the School of Magic cannot be changed.

Before choosing your School of Magic, don't hesitate to consult the [list of spells]!

Below are descriptions of the five Schools of Magic and links to their spells.

Illaun

"...and only when we sink into the world of dreams do we catch a glimpse into these other dimensions. Dimensions of light and darkness, of paradises and monstrosities. Glimpses into the past, future and present. But not into our own world, but into the myriad of other worlds that exist in our minds and elsewhere. The boundaries blur..."

Fragment from the Book of Times, written in Althochelfisch, unknown Age, origin unknown, whereabouts of the original unknown, no copies known, translation of the fragment by Rehlan Staubnix, librarian in the Department of Esoteric Writings, Library of the Academy of Xontormia.

Learn more: Illaun spells.

Tybied

"Well, hmm, my young eleven, you all received an introduction to practical magic last semester. Fireballs, illusions, movements... And now, hmm, it's up to me to drive all of these nonsense out of you. Ungrateful, I tell you... Let me explain to you, hmm, what magic really is. You've probably heard something about the manipulation of energy and, hmm, matter. All nonsense! You must learn to understand the patterns that make up the, hmm, the magic. Their, hmm, internal structure, the sources, hmm, of their power. Only then, hmm, will you realize how great she is. Then you will know how to manipulate them, change their threads and patterns, and reassemble them as you, hmm, see fit. Which, hmm, I have to admit, can also be quite useful in, hmm, practice."

From a lecture to beginner students, Feoral Birnkern, lecturer in theoretical magic, Academy of Thall.

Learn more: Tybied spells.

Cerddor

In a small inn in Eryn'yn'Falathvorn, South Andune.

Niolamel looked at the singer with fascination. The young elf could literally feel, even see, the power that emanated from his voice. She looked briefly at the rest of the audience. At the table next to her sat one of the burly mountain elves from the Dunfanaghy massif. What could have brought the heavily armed and armored man so far south? The elf, who belonged to a tribe that was decried as so wild and barbaric, sat there peacefully and listened pensively to the singer's voice. A table away sat an old man, a human in a tattered 13th Legion uniform jacket. He didn't look good; age had clearly left its mark on him. His right arm was stiff, apparently from a war injury. The right side of his face was marred by a deep scar, the result of a war ax hit, as Niolamel suspected. He too seemed captivated by the singer's voice, and for a moment it seemed to the elf as if the scar on the old man's face was fading and new life was pulsating through his gray skin.

Learn more: Cerddor spells.

Gwyrrd

Draiochean bhean'Gwynewa cautiously crept closer to the clearing when the snap of a branch behind her made her spin in alarm. Surely it wouldn't be her mother Gwynewa? The old cat could become terribly angry if she caught one of her daughters doing something that she had previously expressly forbidden her to do, and she had expressly forbidden entering the elven forest. Which of course didn't stop Draiochean from doing it anyway. "When has a cat ever been forbidden to do something!", thought the still very young cat proudly. The person who caused the cracking stood in front of her, guilt-ridden and embarrassed. Llyfr'yn Darllenydd, one of the sons of the charcoal burner Grym ng'Darllen. The impudent guy had been sneaking around her for some time. Draiochean decided to let him taste some of her claws when she got the chance, when she was distracted by a bright light shining from the clearing. She quickly ducked back into the thicket and motioned for Llyfr to duck too and come to her. The elves had gathered in the clearing and formed a circle around the fire, which was blazing unnaturally high. Draiochean heard soft, sustaining singing that sounded to her ears like the rustling of the wind in the leaves of an ancient forest. The singing grew louder and the elves in the clearing began to dance. Very slowly, very carefully, at first, then a little faster. Suddenly the singing stopped and the dance ended. The magician shouted arcane words loudly into the forest. Draiochean and Llyfr's hearts beat faster and he tentatively took her hand as something ancient and large grabbed the two of them and lifted them into the air...

Learn more: Gwyrrd spells.

Draig

"Know then, human, that your time has already expired before it has come. The forces of Draig are gathering at the borders of order. They will destroy yours, just as your swords and spears have destroyed me. They will sweep you from the face of the earth as the evening wind blows the dust of the spot from the leaves of a desert flower. Because the Draig is power, and power is the Draig... I see you doubt? Are you thinking of subjugating the Draig? Presumptuous human, you will never be able to tame the Draig, because the time of a hundred lives like yours is not enough for that. Do you want to be a servant of Draig? Know then that the Draig has no need of servants, for the Draig was in the beginning and it will be in the end."

Prophecy of Igjarjuk, one of the elders of the Wyrms, on his deathbed after the Battle of Melvaunt, to Casandra, master thief of the Deathhawk Clan.

Learn more: Draig spells.

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