64 Fall 513 Letting out a sigh, Clyde looked at the students arrayed before him. Clyde had learned his Glyphing over the years from various sources, back in Syliras where he was initiated into the craft, practicing in Zeltiva, and with other magics for supporting roles such as warding in Magecrafting and storage with Reimancy. For most of that time he had not had a true teacher, instead learning by trial and error and through pain and practice. As he saw it one of the greatest purposes of a teacher was to instill said knowledge, thus allowing their students to bypass much of the trials and tribulations said instructor had to undergo in learning it. Luckily for him he was a skilled enough Glypher to not have to teach the lower levels of Glyphing, endlessly initiating new practitioners and going over the basics of the craft. Instead he was an advanced Glyphing teacher, and as such went over the deeper mysteries and lessons of the craft. Things without a specific answer, things more theoretical and intellectual in nature than copying and remaking runes by rote. For his first lesson he had a small hand of students arrayed before him, five wizards that practiced Glyphing and that were skilled enough to attend his class. All knew the basics well, and were ready and willing to press on to the more difficult tasks of Glyphing. They varied in sex and age. There were three males sitting at the desks, along with two females. Two looked to be late in their life, easily in their fifties, while another two where in their late teens to early twenties. The fifth, one of the females, looked to not even be in her teens just yet, likely only ten or eleven if not a bit younger. Considering Clyde himself had started magic at the age of five, he did not begrudge her or assume to much about her before meeting, instead letting her skills explain her, not her age. “Class. You are all reasonably skilled Glyphers, or else you would not be here. So I trust you all know the basics, or else you would not be in this advanced Glyphing class. I would like to start off with a bit of theory.” Clyde paused for a moment, walked up to the chalkboard, and drew a large circle. Inside of it he drew a single dot, around which he drew a small circle. “Glyphing by its nature rings true of the circle. By its nature it is not an active magic, does not do anything fancy, does not kill or change the world. Instead it is the stylus, the quill, and other magics are the inks that lay upon it. Through it great things can be done, undone, altered, or ascended. By in and of itself it does nothing. No matter how skilled you are at Glyphing, by itself you will never be able to do great things unless you also use it with other djeds. Be that as it may, the greater your understanding of Glyphing, the greater your control over such things, and the greater the end result.” “So you should bear this in mind as you practice. Glyphing is both innately and uniquely harmless, but when used properly can do great things beyond many other magics alone could achieve. It is to be feared and respected in equal turns. And above all, it should be understood.” Clyde paused for a moment, and marked a large line through the inner circle with one swift motion. “But to understand, it must not be limited. If you make assumptions, if you self limit and say this is where it stops, this is all that can be done, then you are right. You will stop there. It is only when you push past that, push to the edges of possibility, that one can truly grasp the truth of Glyphing. Its uses are endless, or at least as endless as your own imagination and tenacity. Do not make assumptions then of how Glyphing works, how it functions or where it ends, instead test it, and press on. This is why we are here, to test theories and ideas, to press outward our understanding and the domain of Glyphing, to let it fully express itself beyond what most would assume are the ends of the craft.” |