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Location: The Walled District of Arcanus.
Motto: "Ars Est Potentia." (Art is Power.)
"Painting is a craft. Sculpture is a trade. Poetry is a hobby. There is only one true Art: the manipulation of reality through the Weave. Whether you pull it from a book, your blood, or a pact, you are an Artist, and this is your studio."
— King Arwon Ilphelstacia, at the laying of the First Stone.
The College rejects the distinction between "Arcane" and "Divine" or "Learned" and "Innate." In Arwonia, Magic is simply "The Art." It is treated with the rigor of science and the reverence of religion.
The College is separated from the rest of Arcanus by walls higher and thicker than the city's own ramparts—not to keep enemies out, but to keep volatile magic in.
At the center of the campus lies The Nexus. It is a massive, star-shaped structure that defies engineering. It acts as the administrative heart and the transport hub.
The Portal Wings: The Nexus has no long hallways. Instead, massive archways (Wings) lead to the separate, specialized campuses scattered throughout the valley (or in pocket dimensions).
The Silent Wings: When built, the Nexus had 7 Unassigned Wings—sealed archways leading nowhere. This was Arwon's admission of incomplete knowledge.
The 1st Opened Wing: This archway now shimmers with unstable temporal energy. It leads to the Chronurgy Campus, claimed by Speaker Yuka Asadon.
The 6 Silent Wings: Six archways remain sealed, waiting for a genius to discover a new school of magic (like Onomancy or Graviturgy).
Each school has its own distinct environment, accessed instantly via the Nexus:
The Spire of Evocation: A tower constantly wreathed in controlled fire and lightning.
The Vault of Abjuration: A bunker-like fortress where students learn to unmake magic.
The Sorcerer's Atrium: A chaotic, open-air park where those with "Blood Magic" learn to control their outbursts.
The Pact Library: A dim, lead-lined facility where Warlocks study the legalities of their contracts (monitored closely by Paladins).
The Chronurgy Wing: A strange, distorted building where time flows non-linearly.
The College is the site of a constant, cold political war between Academia and Administration.
The governing body of the curriculum.
Composition: Composed of the Speakers (Heads of Schools) and Ministers (Deans).
Current Powerhouse: Speaker Yuka Asadon (Chronurgy). She holds immense sway because her school is the only "new" discovery in a century.
Attitude: Arrogant, competitive, and obsessed with theory. They believe they should run the country.
Head: Baron Chancellor Iccasash Vorrash.
Role: The "Gatekeeper." King Arwon appointed Vorrash specifically to manage the Council's egos. He controls the budget, the hiring, and the "Rate Sheets."
The Check: The Speakers cannot bring complaints to the King; they must go through Vorrash. He is the mundane wall against which their magical arrogance breaks.
The College is not free. It is the engine of Arwonia's economy.
The Work-Study: Tuition is astronomical. To pay for it, students (Apprentices) and staff (Journeymen) must work. They are deployed to the Quarries of Stonesky to cast Levitate, or to the Farms of Greenbough to cast Plant Growth.
The Rate Sheet: Every spell cast is logged. The student gets a percentage, the School gets a percentage, and the Crown gets the tax. This turns every student into a working part of the national GDP.
Location: The heart of the Arwonian College campus.
Function: The administrative center of the College (and, in their minds, the Kingdom).
The Hall is a marvel of acoustic and spatial magic, designed to amplify the voices of the powerful. It is a massive, cylindrical rotunda.
The Cells: The walls are lined with hexagonal chambers—the private offices of the Council Members. They rise in tiers, looking down on the central floor. Each cell is lavishly decorated to reflect the Speaker's school (e.g., the Evocation cell is constantly lit by smokeless torches; the Illusion cell shifts its decor daily).
The Floor: The center of the room is a polished obsidian debating floor. This is where the Speakers descend to make their arguments.
The Baron's Dais: Suspended slightly above the floor, on a simple platform of floating stone, sits the desk of Baron Chancellor Iccasash Vorrash. It is the only spot in the room that looks down on the floor but can see into every Cell.
The Council of Mages is composed of the Speakers (Heads of Schools) and Ministers (Deans). While they technically only run the university, the Speakers have convinced themselves they are the true nobility of Arwonia. They view King Arwon as a brilliant but absent eccentric, and the "Industrial Barons" (like Volan and Glimmerjaw) as mere laborers.
They dress in robes that cost more than a village. They demand to be addressed as "Your Eminence" or "Grand Magus." They hold hours-long debates about "The Metaphysical Implications of Tax Code 3B," treating curriculum changes like declarations of war.
The Traditionalists (Abjuration/Evocation): Led by haughty High Elves who believe magic should be pure, expensive, and restricted. They constantly complain about the "vulgarity" of the Sky-Trains.
The Progressives (Transmutation/Conjuration): Led by younger, ambitious mages who want more funding for "projects" (schemes).
The Silenced: The Ministers (Deans) sit in the lower honeycomb cells. They are forbidden to speak unless summoned, seething as they watch the Speakers posture.
The Powerhouse: Speaker Yuka Asadon (Chronurgy). She rarely speaks. When she does, the room goes silent. She is the only one who doesn't play the game, which makes the others terrified of her.
Baron Chancellor Iccasash Vorrash sits at his floating desk, sorting through "Rate Sheets" and tax ledgers. He is the audience for their theater.
He does not hate the Council; he finds them hilarious.
Speaker Thalanil (Abjuration) slams his staff on the obsidian floor. "It is an insult! Baroness Glimmerjaw sent the crystals in a mule cart! A mule! For the School of Abjuration! We demand a teleportation circle be established immediately!"
Baron Vorrash doesn't look up from his ledger. "A Teleportation Circle costs 50,000 gold pieces to establish, Speaker. The mule cart costs 4 copper per mile. Unless you wish to deduct the difference from the Abjuration faculty salaries?"
Thalanil sputters, turning purple. "You... you bean-counter! You strangle the Art!"
Vorrash chuckles, a dry, rasping sound. He signs a document. "I strangle the waste, Speaker. The mules stay. Next complaint."
To Vorrash, the Council is a cage of peacocks. He lets them scream, preen, and threaten. Then, he calmly denies their budget requests and approves the ones that actually make money. He is the only person in the room who knows that they are not ruling a kingdom; they are employees of a business, and he is the manager.