The Magistri

THE MAGISTRI

The Magistri, sorcerers all, created themselves some twelve hundred years ago. That part isn’t in the official history, but it’s the truth. Maybe. The first Magistri united from the corners of the Earth in order to fight the growing power and tyranny of the Construct of Forgotten Light, powerful magical practitioners themselves, and the zealotry they represented. With their combined knowledge and power the founders of the Magistri unlocked the secret of spellsigns and the eternal language of magic and so rose to power. That is part of the official history. Some of it might even be true, but probably not. With spellsigns a five hour ritual is transformed into a five second drawing and the uttering of a Word. A sorcerer is only limited by their knowledge, or lack thereof.

The sorcerers of the Magistri are sort of like that. Whatever the truth of the past, the present is at least a little simpler. They have three ranks, Disciple, Adept and Master. They guard the secrets of spellsigns, and their unlocking Words, jealousy. They do not play well with others. Any sorcerer who proves their power and worth is granted a title and seal by the Synedrion, the Magistri’s governing council. It’s an honor and a privilege to be granted at title and every sorcerer of the rank of Master has one. And one Disciple, but let’s not talk about Marcus right now.

The Synedrion consists of the twenty-five most powerful sorcerers, led by a mysterious Hierarch, there are today several thousand sorcerers around the world. Most of them Disciples, who are both cheap and replaceable. The Synedrion, in turn, are ruled by the leaders of the five ancient Houses that represent the original Magistri. Becoming a member of the Synedrion is relatively simple; all you have to do is kill a member and take their place. Becoming a Head of House is much messier. There’s really only one problem with the Syendrion; they’re as corrupt as humanly possible. There are demons jealous of their corruption and baby demons are told of their exploits as bedtime stories. Yeah, they’re kind of like that.

But the times; they are a’changing.