Severa took two steps into the center of the casting square then turned to him. Her brows arched like she was preparing to grade him before he even started.
“I assume,” she began with a voice so weirdly gentle, “you know how to spiral your flame clockwise?”
Fabrisse gave her a...
2025-07-07 08:39:25 +0000 UTC View Post“If you find yourself alone, please find someone to accompany you immediately. If you’re not in class, please be in class,” Lorvan had warned Fabrisse.
That was why he’d come to Flame Thaumaturgy I lecture today. And he hated Flame Thaumaturgy.
He didn’t understand why the f...
2025-07-06 23:51:42 +0000 UTC View PostUh oh. Fabrisse realized he’d said something he shouldn’t have said.
He gawked at Lorvan and attempted telepathic screaming by wiggling his brow. How much do I tell him? How much do I tell him?! It did not seem to work.
Rolen leaned back in his chair and set his ...
2025-07-06 04:56:49 +0000 UTC View PostRolen set down the teacup and steepled his fingers. “What do you remember about the exact moment the dimensional pressure hit? Did your body feel heavy? Were there distortions in sound? Or perhaps, peripheral movement?”
“Well, uh . . .” How do I touch his nose? He’s like two m...
2025-07-05 10:09:02 +0000 UTC View PostMercy the Clucklebeak loved rye bread. Fabrisse had test multiple types of bread to see if any held Mercy’s attention as much as the beloved rye, and it had proved to be a difficult task.
Mercy paddled in delighted circles across the surface of the North Pond, trailing little spirals of r...
2025-07-04 17:44:23 +0000 UTC View PostStudying is boring if you don’t understand anything. And that’s what was happening to Fabrisse on his first tutoring session.
He was in the East Archive’s fourth-tier courtyard, seated on a stone bench that was so cold and damp it must’ve absorbed the last three rainstorms. His post...
2025-07-04 14:26:18 +0000 UTC View PostThe date had been set for his Synaptic Resonance practical retake: two weeks from now, on Tuesday. And Fabrisse had become increasingly confident he’d be able to fully recognize the basic synaptic thread in time.
[Basic Synaptic Thread Recognition: 40% Progress]
The...
2025-07-03 22:06:58 +0000 UTC View PostFabrisse found himself back in the Stratatal Wing less than twenty-four hours after nearly being disqualified from it. Min Hajin was already there when he walked in, bending over a glass viewing trough that shimmered faintly with internal aether. He didn’t look up. “You’re two minutes early...
2025-07-03 17:59:36 +0000 UTC View PostCuman leaned forward with a triumphant scoff. “See? Even Rhel—”
“—But,” Rhel continued, eyes still fixed on the floor, “Cuman already had flairs drawn. I could feel that, too. And everyone knows how he gets when there’s a crowd.”
Cuman blinked. “Wait. What...
2025-07-03 16:21:09 +0000 UTC View PostThe Hall of Conduct was far too dramatic for what it was designed to handle. The arched ceilings and polished runes on the walls were said to be powered from the aether pools contributed by the Archmagi themselves, tuned to detect lies. At the center were three curved benches of disciplinary auth...
2025-07-03 14:47:19 +0000 UTC View PostThe first person to hear about the incident was Lugano. Luckily, not Lorvan. Liene Lugano.
“TOM!” Her voice hit the far side of the Kinesthetic Ring like a sonic sigil. “Why did you NOT tell me you came back?”
She stormed across the field as she reached the pie shop where Fabr...
2025-07-02 10:05:28 +0000 UTC View PostYou could always find Cuman Gollivur in the Kinesthetic Ring.
It was his natural habitat—half athletic arena, half performance stage. At any given hour, he was sparring someone dumber than him or bullying someone quieter than him, grinning like the idea of humility was a stupified Stupens...
2025-07-02 09:06:51 +0000 UTC View Post“So you’re going to stay for the next three months?” Fabrisse asked before shoving the last piece of pie into his half-stuffed mouth. He balanced his pie tin on one knee, while Tom sat cross-legged beside him, absently flicking sparks between his fingers.
“Yeah,” Tom said. H...
2025-07-01 16:36:44 +0000 UTC View PostThe Eidralith? The stony box that looks like a piece of veined quartz?
He jolted upright in surprise—
—and his satchel tilted.
With a series of cheerful clunk, clink, eleven more hideous, completely useless stones cascaded out and hit the ...
2025-06-30 16:53:14 +0000 UTC View PostFabrisse rubbed his eyes, still not entirely sure he hadn’t inhaled too much channel residue during the Skybrace match.
“W–why are you back?” he asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be off . . . I don’t know, fighting off goblins in the Redscape or throwing fire at warbands in Jorhe...
2025-06-30 13:53:18 +0000 UTC View PostThe field was emptying.
Instructant Aval had dismissed the class with a casual gesture, and the murmurs of conversation had soon scattered. Fabrisse stayed behind for a moment, kneeling to gather his scrolls at the edge of the chalk circle. Half of them were smeared with grass-stain, the ot...
2025-06-30 12:08:22 +0000 UTC View PostThe whistle pierced the field. Second half.
Cuman’s team came out aggressive.
Verryn and Rhel rotated, swinging wide to draw Severa’s team apart, and Cuman drove center with a tight gust under his feet, the silkball gliding low and fast. All three of them zipped pasta at the same ...
2025-06-30 11:12:13 +0000 UTC View PostThe whistle blared. Play resumed.
Verryn surged forward first this time, chest low and arms out, cradling the silkball between two finely balanced gusts. He had good footwork, better than most, and an uncanny ability to dribble the ball like it was tethered to his stride. For a moment, it l...
2025-06-30 11:11:51 +0000 UTC View PostThe teams had a minute to discuss the strategy. They formed a circle, and the first thing Severa said was, “We’re playing Power Rotation.”
Halma, a big burly guy, raised a brow, “Power? With him?” His tone was baffled. Power Rotation would mean no keeper, which would mean no backl...
2025-06-30 11:11:33 +0000 UTC View PostLorvan left. For a moment, the corridor held its breath.
Fabrisse realized how lucky he’d been. Lorvan knew approximately where he’d be and when he’d be home. Had he not reported his training to Lorvan, his mentor might not even have shown up.
Then came the faint rustle of wards...
2025-06-30 11:11:12 +0000 UTC View PostThursday came. Fabrisse was confident he had something to show for to Liene. His mastery progress had gone up to 34%, but there was something else.
SYN (Synaptic Clarity): 4
His Synaptic Control had risen to 4 after Veliane’s guidance. He didn’t know when it happe...
2025-06-30 11:10:49 +0000 UTC View PostThe codex dimmed as its final thread faded into stable anchoring. Lorvan stepped away without a word, which, for him, was the closest thing to ‘Good job’ they were likely to get.
Veliane rolled her wrist once, stretching the tension out of her fingers. Fabrisse finished recording the fi...
2025-06-30 11:10:27 +0000 UTC View PostLorvan stood at the far end, his coat unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, a half-drafted codex hovering mid-air in front of him. Its pages were still transparent with unassigned threads.
“You’re late,” he said.
“Good afternoon, Mentor.” Veliane bowed lightly. “I...
2025-06-30 11:10:04 +0000 UTC View PostThe Stupenstone hit the scarecrow with a POP! The straw-stuffed dummy jerked back from the blow, one arm sagging like it had momentarily forgotten its job.
Fabrisse didn’t celebrate. He was already lining up the next shot.
Oval in shape, walled in with reinforced ward-brick...
2025-06-30 11:08:53 +0000 UTC View Post
(This chapter is stat-heavy, so I have included an option to read on Google Docs)
“Nine years in the Synod, and I’m Level 4,” Fabrisse murmured to himself as he stared at his profile.
...
2025-06-30 11:08:23 +0000 UTC View Post“Re-engage with a previously identified Residual Echo, huh . . .” Fabrisse muttered as he broke off the bread.
Mid-afternoon light filtered through the canopy in broken beams, dappling the water of the North Pond with a glint that looked almost like active glyphlight, but wasn’t. The ...
2025-06-30 11:06:51 +0000 UTC View PostThe parlor was perfectly round. There weren’t any corners, which meant there weren’t many shadows either. Light filtered in from a domed ceiling etched with converging golden runes, none of which appeared decorative.
And at the center of the chamber was the most terrifying man Fabrisse ...
2025-06-30 11:06:22 +0000 UTC View PostSeveral bowed her head lightly toward Min, posture composed, voice smooth with the grace Fabrisse could never hope to replicate. “Magus Assistant Hajin,” she greeted with a respectful incline. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything critical.”
“What business do you have?” Min as...
2025-06-30 11:05:30 +0000 UTC View Post“How many of these quartz can you name?” Min’s voice was as calm as ever, but it came from just behind Fabrisse’s left shoulder, which made it feel more like a challenge than a question.
Fabrisse turned slowly toward the row of open sample drawers with labeled mounts upon where each...
2025-06-30 11:05:06 +0000 UTC View PostFabrisse knocked once, then twice more, before the door opened on its own with a grinding sound, like stone relenting. The room beyond was about the kind of cold that he’d expected, and smelled faintly of chalk, dried clay, and polished brass.
The first thing he noticed about the Terra-Re...
2025-06-30 11:04:35 +0000 UTC View Post