>>6139156“As mages, we derive our power from the surrounding elements.” The man says. “Thunder magic comes from the skies, whereas a mage adept with the wind can materialize tornadoes out of the air. Here in Morfis, there is no source of power greater than the sun. Fire magic has been extensively developed in this land, and is the most commonly found. Provided you have the aptitude, there is no shortage of spellcraft you may learn.”
>“A companion of mine is able to summon spirits to fight for him. Could I do that?”“That would be summoning magic.” The mage says. “It is a subset of Elder Magic, or ‘Dark’ Magic as I understand it is called in Fodlan. Your friend is commanding nearby spirits of the dead to do battle.”
>Is that what that was? “That sounds…immoral?”“Perhaps back where you’re from.” The mage laughs. “But here in Morfis, nothing is taboo or off limits. We believe that every sort of magic has its place, and we encourage the continued development of the craft. Something as mundane as ethics can only get in the way of progression.”
>“What about Divine magic? Or spells for healing?” “Here, we call it ‘Light’ magic.” The mage corrects you. “There is no divine element to it, as we do not worship your Goddess. It is primarily used in combating the Terrors commonly found in the desert, but may have a variety of other uses as well. I’ve seen Light magic that drains its target of its entire ‘lifeforce’, leaving behind a withered, empty husk. Doesn’t sound so ‘divine’, does it?”
>“…No.”“As for Restorative magic, we’ve developed numerous spells for curing not just physical wounds, but mental ones as well. There are even spells that grant their beneficiary temporary bouts of strength and vigor. Combined with traditional medicines, Morfis is a country that can serve as the pinnacle of health.”
>“So, can I learn some of that stuff here?”“Look, I’ll get in trouble if I teach you anything more.” The mage says, turning his head on a swivel. “Everything we do here really is top secret. If you want to learn some of the good stuff, you’ll have to make a friend out of Adjunct Marlin.”
You stick around a bit to watch the mages, but quickly grow bored after it becomes apparent there is nothing you’ll learn here. As you make to leave, you hear voices coming from behind a nearby tent. Being the nosy sort, you stop in your tracks, pretending to look busy. A man and a woman are arguing in a hushed tone that is growing louder and more aggressive by the second.
