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What Your School of Magic Says About You

Alchemy:

You love your colleagues. Every morning, at least one of them makes the same stupid joke “Oh sorry, the alchemy lab is THAT way”, and point you in the direction of kitchen. You really, really love this joke. You have laughed at it 5,347 times, and you will laugh at it 5,348 times tomorrow. The worst part is you really are a fantastic chef, you’ve enjoyed mixing things together for as long as you can remember, and now the most complicated dish you’ve made for yourself in the last few years is a piece of sliced bread. You were once reprimanded publicly for being three minutes late for work, as a dozen of your co-workers walked in even later than you did the same day without a word. You know you are going to be pushed too far one of these days, and they really should have seen the consequences of harassing an alchemist coming.

Alteration:

The most well adjusted of the magical fields. You have to be, you wake up one morning after a miscast and your vision is reversed so everything looks upside down, or you weigh less than a single Septim, or everything you see has an unhealthy shade of blue to it. You are adaptable, just like your school. People confuse you with Illusion a lot, but at your core you couldn’t be anymore different. You keep seeing something out of the corner of your eye, but when you look it’s gone. You tend to respond to that issue by slipping just a small spike of liquid courage into your morning coffee.

Conjuration:

You are the most popular with the younger mages, the most disrespected by senior staff, and absolutely hated by everyone else. It’s obvious to you why, when you really boil it down, your job is to COMMUNICATE with other people, and the entrenched magical bureaucracy cannot accept the idea of a mage with social skills. That’s what you tell yourself, at least. You don’t hate your job, but you thought you’d be farther along by now. Most Conjuration experts such as yourself would have run into some desolate locale by now to join a cult, but that’s not what you want. You want to be more than the stereotypes say you are going to be, but facing the stigmatization of your field, you don’t see a way out. Then you start to spiral, you’ve spoken to beings from a hundred different planes of existence, but half of them want nothing more to outsmart you so they can break their binding and inflict a cruel fate onto you. That’s your “coworkers”. Meanwhile, the other conjurers are getting ready to bolt into the night. The archmages know where your path leads, and they push you away due to it. At least you can make that one Alchemist laugh with that kitchen joke.

Destruction:

IT IS A GREAT DAY. Everyday is great when you are the BEST school of magic. A surprising number of your colleagues scowl at your chipper mood, but it doesn’t weigh on you AT ALL. Because you are the BEST. And you know they know it. After all, they aren’t Destruction mages. They can’t be the BEST without the BEST school of magic. Why? It’s quite simple. You have never had a cold cup of coffee in your life, nor have you ever burned your mouth on it. Your ice cream has never melted on you, and it’s never given you brain freeze. Today is a great day, and you are living your best life.

Enchanting:

Fear is the best motivator. Your underlings have learned this well.

Illusion:

You had the same dream last night, as you had yesterday, the day before, and for as long as you can remember. You are sure it will be the same one tomorrow. The oppression of the dream has made the days blend together, but you still put on your robe and wizard hat and head into work for the day. You are usually a bit late, but thanks to Illusion magic no one notices, or you make them not care. Your colleagues offer you a weird sense of respect, and you usually end up grouped with the Alteration magisters. Not that you’re complaining, but they should really know the fundamental differences between the two schools. Outwardly, you are charming (it’s literally a spell you know after all), out of sight when there’s trouble (another spell of yours), and whenever a coworker loses something you can retrieve it quickly. You are doing well, but you can’t shake the feeling of falseness to everything in the waking world. Not like the dream, nothing feels realer…

Mysticism:

You were technically supposed to be fired 200 years ago, but no one in the faculty has the nerve to inform you of this. You cut off the only person who tried by telling him “I have an important meeting with Magnus about the current flow rate of your Magicka” before vanishing in a flash of light. Then you just had to quietly slip a cursed item to stunt their magic on them, and no one tried again. You are actually an amazing magister, but you have learned the best magical abilities are the ones that don’t require you to cast anything.

Restoration:

You didn’t think Restoration would be like this. Restoration is supposed to be the most noble, honorable school of magic possible. Instead, it is the most profitable. People are expected to tithe small fortunes to have the simplest healing spells cast on them. You’ve seen the desperate and downtrodden turned away because they weren’t born wealthy enough to have someone cast a very low effort spell onto them to cure all their ailments. You’ve seen the middle class become destitute to afford your services. The wealthy need not worry though, they either have the coin necessary or the reputation to get treated for free. You regularly get reprimanded for “forgetting” to collect the gold for your services, but they can’t get rid of you with the increasing shortage of healers.

Thaumaturgy:

You collected a paycheck for about thirty years before people realized that Thaumaturgy wasn’t really a thing. You are now retired.

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“Michelangelo did tell a lie. See, it took 500 years for someone to notice something hidden in plain sight. It was a doctor who noticed the shape of the human brain. The message being that… The divine gift does not come from a higher power… But from our own minds.”

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After a few years of saving Amazon credit and waiting for a copy that wasn’t $1000 or more, I finally bought the Dictionary of Occult, Hermetic and Alchemical Sigils by Fred Gettings. Gettings is a bit of an enigma, but he wrote that Dictionary of Demons that Kaneko is confirmed to have owned and potentially used when designing SMT1′s demons. This book is the rarest of Gettings’ works, it seems to have only received two (small) printings in the 80s, and was originally printed in 1981.

I wanted this for exactly its purported function: To be able to decipher the symbols within demon seals, like Stolas’ above, in addition to being an ultimate reference for any future projects. I’m pretty sure the seals might still be nonsense, but at least I know the symbols they contain aren’t, and a lot of them appear to be derived from alchemy. So much of the book is entirely inscrutable! I love it.

Hell of a day to receive it, too. If the earth yawns forth untold legions of demon armies, it wasn’t me, it was that other guy!!!

  No sé qué tienen tus manos… que cuando tocan mi cuerpo,  navegan y alteran, “todos mis estados”; provocando ¡ gigantes mareas !. que estuvieron escondidas                 en algún rincón del tiempo.

En las yemas de tus dedos… hay sonetos clandestinos, y los más, “perversos textos”, que hacen ¡ resucitar mis instintos !                  cada vez que tú me tocas.

 No sé qué tiene tu boca… que me toca y de repente alborota, el fuego que no estaba encendido y que por mucho tiempo mantuvo  a este ser como un humano triste y frío.

 Que me besas, y me llevas “hasta esa estrofa”, donde ardo,                    ¡ cual erecto sirio !.

 En tus labios brotan versos de tantísima musicalidad… que quién es capaz, de leerlos, roza el sentido,                     ¡ del latir sideral !.

 No sé qué tiene tu alma… que quién, se acerca a ella, tacta la plenitud de su aura y la inocencia,                  ¡ de una virgen doncella !

   En tu entraña, hay alamedas donde los ruiseñores, recitan…  y un arroyo, que hace que crezcan las más bellas                        y blancas margaritas !!.

  Ay… ¡Bella flor! ¿Dejas a este pobre girasol  bailar en primavera de tu mano  cuando salga el sol?

<< Ousía Poética>> — Manuel Ignacio. 

“We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. We have no present. Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience. We are therefore out of touch with reality. We confuse the world as talked about, described, and measured with the world which actually is. We are sick with a fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas.”

— Alan Watts