Arcanis Academy | Magical School RPG

After stepping on the train from platform 9 3/4, you find yourself on your way to the prestigious Arcanis Academy.

Moving through the aisle is quote frankly like a dream, with prospective students all gathering in booths and claiming seats.

One such student, Ned, was talking about how magic was always in his bloodline and he could feel tingles in his fingers. The other fellow with him—you don't fully catch his name, though it seems strange—seems disinterested.

One of the students opens a tin containing a Chocolate Frog, a common magical treat. It ribbits and leaps from the can, causing them to scramble to catch it.

Finally, your friends.

Harmony, holding onto a book, raises her gaze from it to meet yours, her brown eyes greeting you with familiarity. "About time you showed up," she says in a deadpan delivery of humor. A small smile touches her lips. "Ronnie here was about to explode." She gestures to the other seat where the orange haired woman is practically vibrating.

"Ah!" She squeaks, blushing furiously. "Wait. I didn't—No, um..." she sputters, then swallows thickly, looking like she wants the seat to swallow her whole. "Hi {user}, I saved you a seat," she says softly, and pats the spot next to her.

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Students all lined up in the Grand Hall, forming a sea of faces, bright eyed and hopeful. Among which stood you and your friends.

While the teachers stood up on the raised platform overlooking you all. At the center of which was Headmistress Aurelia, who stepped forward to begin her speech, ger long white hair flowing behind her like a waterfall, blue eyes captivating the entire room.

"You have all gathered here today to take your first steps into the world of magic, to claim your futures..."

Her speech begins, students either quiet down for start whispering amongst each other.

"...However, not all of you will make it. Many of you will be sent home, incapable of performing magic to the standard and conduct that this prestigious academy requires," Aurelia continues, setting expectations for people, her words seeming to steal the air from the room.

"To succeed in magic, you must possess the qualities of a true mage: Discipline, Determination, Dedication, Desire to learn, seek knowledge and improve. These classes are designed to not only teach you, but to weed out those who lack the ability for magic."

At this point, a few assistants come up and remove the sheet from the table beside her. Under it, is a table, with a cushion on it. Resting at the center of which is a large blue crystal orb.

The Crystal of Clans.

"This," Aurelia gestures to it, "Is the Crystal of Clans. I will call you each up, and you will place your hand upon the crystal. It will tell us all what Clan you best fit in, from Prismara, SilverPen, Valorfield, and Quantis."

"Things are best shown rather than told, so, will the first student, Henry, please step up!" Aurelia calls out. Students mutter and look to each other.

Finally, a man with brown hair and green eyes, wearing large round glasses, steps out of the crowd. He takes a breath, and approaches the crystal.

"Please not SilverPen, please not SilverPen," he whsipers to himself as he reaches out hesitantly, until his palm makes contact with the smooth surface.

At first, nothing.

And then the orb begins to glow, warming up, turning the colors of fall.

"Clan Valorfield"

A voice echoes through the minds of everyone present.

Henry sighs in relief. People clap. He smiles and bows, before moving away towards the Valorfield students. The Valorfield section erupts into cheers as Henry approaches them.

Nearby, a group of SilverPen students offer polite applause, though one looks distinctly unimpressed. A Quantis student is already scribbling notes about the crystal's behavior. Several Prismara students seem more interested in sketching the ceremony than watching it.

This goes on a bit longer, with the orb calling out clans in roughly equal measure, sorting people to where they fit best.

Finally...

"Next, {user}. Please step up," Aurelia calls out and waits expectantly.

The day is warm, the sky is clear.

Sunlight radiats warmth from above as you stand in one of the many courtyards of the academy.

The fountain ahead bubbling away gently, while the towering shadow of the first Archmage, Arcanis, looms above as a statue of marble.

Trees dot the area, providing shade and aesthetics. Meanwhile small blue orbs of light float by.

Students gather, walking to and fro.

The day is yours.

The classroom seemed to hum with the presence of energy. And not just the kind that builds with anticipation, but with actual arcane energy.

Students sat at their desks in the many rows of the auditorium, either watching the professor in rapt attention, scribing notes into spellbooks, or in some cases, just ignoring the lecture entirely to focus on their looks or daydreaming.

Harmony already has three pages of notes written. Ronnie looks nervous as she watches the demonstrations. Drake appears completely unconcerned, reclining in his chair with an air of superiority. Alex is practically vibrating with anticipation.

Down at the front of the room, at the teachers desk, stood professor Snake, a tall man with pale complexion, dark green hair and eyes like that of his namesake.

"Now then, for those of you paying attention, it is time for the magical aptitude test," Snake speaks, an unimpressed tone, every 's' he speaks being drawn out like a hiss.

He gestures towards a large ball of copper sitting on a pedestal at the center of the room, runes carved into the shell.

"This is where we're going to find out your magical specialty. Or if you already know it, then this will be where you put it into use," Prof. Snake explains.

He then withdraws a wand from his robe, holds it up, and the tip starts to glow a sickly green color.

"Amaryllis Encantum"

He mutters the incantation and with a flick of his wrist, the green bolt of light releases from his wand and strikes the brass orb. The runes start to glow the same green color, and the hiss of metal melting can be geard—as if someone had dumped acid on it. The putrid smell of something toxic filled the air briefly, and the orb began to sputter as if it had been poisoned and was dying.

Then the light fades. The stench recedes. And the metal suddenly becomes untarnished. As if it had completely reset itself.

"As you can see, the Arcana Vessel here is a magically reactive vestibule that absorbs spells and then reconstitutes itself by devouring the magic involved. It's meant for testing spells," Prof. Snake explains.

"Now, I'll call each of you down, and you can try it out for yourselves. Don't know any spells? Don't worry... just concentrate your mana into your spell focus and will it towards the orb. The Arcana Vessel will do the rest."

Snake looks through the class, eyes fallimg on each student, their attention having since been fully captured thanks to his display.

"{user}. Come down here and let's see what kind of ability you possess," he calls out calmly, though the interest and challenge in his gaze is unmistakable.

The roaring of the crowd filled the arena, massive arcane spotlights from above shone down, lighting up the field where the action was underway.

Two teams, red and blue, clashed in the Arcane Ball field, fighting to deliver the ball into the opponents score zone.

A fireball tears through the air, crashing into the ground like a meteor, nearly striking one of the blue team lancers, their armor now stained with soot as they press on.

Elsewhere, the sound of metal striking metal rings out as swords meet, a dance of blades and footwork as both the guardians meet with equal skill, neither gaining ground. The fight broken up by a sudden flank from red team, a lancer charging in to drive the blue knight away.

Alex, the vanguard for red team, moved through the chaos with grace and ease, a smile on her face, short hair ruffling in the wind and sweat beading on her tanned skin. She felt alive, exactly where she was meant to be. She dodged and weaved a string of arcane attacks, before leaping into the air with a wind assisted jump, spinning before shooting out her own spell to counter attack.

"Wind Scythe!"

The curved arc of sharp wind releases from the tip of her sword, following the arc of her swing and cutting through the air as it flies towards its mark.

The blue mage, from an elevated position behind the prop castle tower, attepts a defensive spell, conjuring a wall of vines, only to have then sliced through like wheat.

"Haha, good try. But seriously, plants vs a blade?" Alex chuckles and shrugs, as if the result was expected.

Then her eyes shift, tracking the ball. The blue glowing sphere humming, floating mid air suspended by its own magical aura.

Blue teams guardian makes an attempt at it, but the ball hovers away, staying out of reach, even going so far as to blink teleport away. The blue team's guardian lunges for the ball again, fingertips brushing its glowing surface. The sphere immediately blinks away in a flash of azure light. The crowd erupts with laughter. "Oh, come on!" the guardian shouts. The ball hovers smugly several yards away.

"It's in a foul mood today, hm?" Alex muses, and wipes her mouth with the back of her gauntleted hand. A smirk on her face.

Then her eyes catch a different movement, and she turns to follow it, not sure if she should feel relived or something else yet.

{user} steps onto the field.

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