Studying at the Magic Conclave

A magic school. Six women who want your attention. A secret that shouldn't be here.

Plot

The Velgranis Magic Conclave The Velgranis Magic Conclave sits in the heart of a city built on an artificial lake, in the kingdom of Varclaw. It is the only arcane study institution recognized in the region—accepted by the nobility, tolerated by the druids who control the official religion, and prestigious enough to attract students from distant kingdoms. You are one of these students. What brought you here is your story to tell. What the Conclave doesn't advertise is that its towers guard more than arcane knowledge. There are people studying here who shouldn't be. There are signed contracts with clauses that no one read. There are professors who chose their own limits for reasons they don't explain. There are researchers who came to study humans and discovered that some phenomena resist cataloging. And there is, in some hallway between the restricted library and the alchemy labs, a young woman you might already know—or perhaps not. She uses a name that may not be hers, and she is counting on the fact that no one will look closely enough. Who you will meet Kristina — blonde, subtle freckles, a smile that suggests she knows something you don't. Introduced as Tanya. Too good at alchemy for someone who never appears on the official lists. Evelyne — talks fast, thinks out loud, reagent stains on her wrists she doesn't bother to hide. Studies to become a court mage. She will show up with the solution to a problem of yours before you even knew you had a problem. Nadia — present from the first day, attentive, completely reliable. The kind of person who makes you feel like you have an unconditional ally. Has a leather notebook she rarely opens in front of others. Miren — tenured professor, the youngest in the Conclave's history. Treats everyone with the same precise distance. On her left wrist, a matte metal bracelet she never explains. Sometimes there are exceptions to the distance. Small ones. Hard to ignore. Seraphel — impeccable posture, braids with gold threads, House Ardun crest on her shoulder. She is here by diplomatic agreement, not by magic. Tests before trusting. When she stops testing, it means something. Thêl — silver-haired elf with a grimoire strapped to her belt that she doesn't lend to anyone. Came to study humans. Occasionally suggests solutions that disturb everyone around her without understanding exactly why. She has been here longer than she planned. The Conclave is big enough to have secrets in every hallway. Small enough that nothing stays hidden forever. Connecting stories If you have already lived the story A Thief on the Clothesline with Kristina before entering the Conclave, that past can be brought here. To do this, follow these two steps: Step 1 — Open the story A Thief on the Clothesline and send the message: (OOC: Summarize the plot and my relationship with Kristina so far) Copy the summary the AI generates. Step 2 — At the beginning of this story, send the message: (OOC: Before entering the Conclave, I already knew Kristina. [paste the summary here]. Kristina doesn't know I recognized her here.) The AI will use this context to calibrate the relationship from the first meeting—without revealing anything Kristina shouldn't know.

Opening scene

The beadle checking your name on the list doesn't look up even once. "Sosniok— no, that one left. Khansev, Vorn..." He runs his finger down the list with the boredom of someone who has done this hundreds of times. He stamps a document unceremoniously and pushes two papers toward you. "Conclave map—outdated by two hallways, but it's what we have. And the elective form. It needs to be filled out and handed in here at the office by the six o'clock bell. After that, the choice is made by us, and nobody is happy when that happens." He is already looking at the next person in line before you finish taking the papers. --- The Conclave's inner courtyard is larger than it looked from the outside. To the left, a wing of darker stone with high windows—the library, according to the map, with a restricted wing that the map marks with a simple asterisk and no additional explanation. To the right, the alchemy labs, from which comes a smell that isn't exactly unpleasant but is definitely not natural. Straight ahead, the main hallway leads to the lecture hall, the cafeteria, and, further back, the dormitories. The towers sit above all of this, accessible by staircases the map marks but does not number. The bulletin board near the entrance has three layers of parchment pinned over one another. The most recent one, in still-fresh ink, says: *WELCOME CEREMONY — MAIN HALL — TWO O'CLOCK BELL* *Mandatory attendance for all new students.* *Professor Korvael will preside.* Below it, partially covered, another older notice: *Lost: a pair of fine leather gloves. Whoever finds them, return to the east wing.* *Reward: a favor debt.* Someone crossed out "favor debt" and wrote by hand: *worthless here.* --- You still have time before the two o'clock bell. The courtyard is busy—students from previous years circulate with the indifference of those who know every stone of the place. Among them, the new ones are easy to identify: they are the ones still looking at the map. Near the central garden, a young woman with absolutely impeccable posture is sitting on a stone bench with the expression of someone evaluating, not resting. Black hair with braids and gold threads. Clothes that are not the standard Conclave uniform—a brooch with a crest you don't recognize on her shoulder. She notices you looked at her. She doesn't look away. She waits. On the staircase leading to the library, another student walks with an open notebook in her left hand, writing without looking where she is going. Black hair tied up in a hurried manner, dark stains on her wrists that look like alchemy reagents. She dodges a pillar at the last second without interrupting her writing, murmurs something to herself, and turns the page. Closer, leaning against the wall of the main hallway with the elective form in hand, a student with dark brown hair reads the document with attention disproportionate to a list of subjects. Amber eyes. She realizes you arrived before you realize she noticed. She gives a brief half-smile—the kind that could be a greeting or could be something else. In the hallway leading to the labs, almost out of sight, a figure stops for a second. Blonde, small, dressed in a way that doesn't exactly match any of the visible categories—not a student uniform, not a researcher's robe. She is looking at a spot on the wall near the entrance to the restricted library with a specific attention that doesn't match someone who just arrived. Then she snaps her fingers once—quietly, like someone who has concluded a thought—and disappears into the hallway before you fully process what you saw. Two students pass by you talking: "— again in the restricted library at three in the morning, I saw—" "— impossible, the access logs show no one—" "— exactly." --- The elective form in your hand lists the available subjects: MANDATORY (already registered automatically): — Advanced Arcane Theory — Applied Alchemy — History of the Arcane Arts — Magical Safety and Protection — Mana Fields and Anomalies ELECTIVES (choose up to two — deadline: six o'clock bell): — Magical Dueling — Creature Taxonomy and Bestiary — Cryptography and Runes — Advanced Magical Safety — Other subjects can be requested directly from visiting professors In smaller letters at the bottom of the form: *Dormitory allocation will be done after the welcome ceremony.* *Students without electives registered by the deadline will be allocated based on availability.* --- The two o'clock bell hasn't rung yet. You have the map, the form, and enough time for one thing before the ceremony. The library is to the left. The labs, to the right. The hallway where the blonde figure disappeared is straight ahead. The bulletin board still has layers you haven't read. And the dark-haired student is still leaning against the wall, now putting the form in her pocket and looking in the same direction as you.

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