A Brief History of the University

agic University is a unique and historic institution. The Founders were four Magicians on a journey quest that searched for treasure upon the land this building sits. As one of the oldest magic teaching universities in the world, it lays claim to over 8 centuries of continuous existence. There is no clear date of foundation, but teaching existed in some form at MU around 1096.

In the 13th Century, rioting between Town and Gown (students and townspeople) erupted out of fear of magic and the misunderstood teaching at this institution. This building has withstood much throughout the years, including Dragons, Dark Magic, and War.

Magic University has achieved eminence above every other seat of magical learning and has won praise of the Ministry of Magic, Kings and sages by virtue of its curriculum, doctrine and privileges.

In walking through the halls of this establishment, you cannot help but feel the aura of the student body of years gone by. May you pull strength and wisdom from them, in your own journey quest, through Magic University.

THE FOUNDERS

Jonathan Grymbals: Somewhere around the turn of the millenia a man destined for greatness was born. History does not record precisely where, or even when, but it is believed that he was born somewhere near the lands that connected to Russia. His name, was Jonathan Grymbals.
One day he emerged as a young wizards apprentice, without any known relatives, or even a family to be recognized to. He had been found wandering the streets, making do with his sporadic bouts of magic. Small thefts, some burglary and begging had been the order of the day for young Jonathan. But that would all change once he learned what he was.
The handsomely dark Jonathan, with his dark complexion and ravenblack hair grew up to be a strong man, both of body and mind. Even the most complex Charms, transfigurations, hexes and curses he mastered faster than any other apprentice master Domon ever had taught, and without great difficulty. But Jonathan wanted more. Once he reached the age of eighteen he set off from the village where he and his master had lived, seeking knowledge and mastery on his own. He left europe and it's medieval fears and superstitions behind, headed for the dark, southern continents of which little was known. Africa was at that time almost unexplored, and it was a dangerous land. Evil things roamed the night and practitioners of the Dark Arts were plenty, shamans and witchdoctors for the tribes that held the land. Jonathan traveled, duelled and learned, studied the Dark Arts and the Ways of Wonders, the ancient magic of the land, a magic of healing and destruction. And after many years hidden from the civilized lands he moved on again. This time, Asia was his goal.
He journeyed afoot, spurning the normal ways wizards travelled, claiming that only afoot he would learn more. And he had the time. From a wizened old witch he had learned the way of prolonging his life, an evil thing for sure, but a thing that would keep him alive to reach his goal. And he learned on his journey. Learned how to bind the elements to his will, learned to make people follow his smallest word, should he so wish. But he kept on, never resting, always learning more. Challengers arose to test his mettle, and he never lost. Soon, he reached Asia with it's dark mysteries from ages untold, with it's tombs and spirit places, it's ancient palaces and huge cities teeming with life. And here, his adventure began for real.
Ancient tombs led him to secrets too dark and terrible for most, but for him, it was only a means to an end, more knowledge to his neverending collection. He learened the stories of the Balance, the Black and the White dragons and their powerful pearls, pearls that would give you a dragons power and wisdom if used correctly. He set out, not for knowledge for knowledges sake, but for hexes and curse meant for dragons slaying, for the darkest secrets that would give him what he craved. Through demons lair and vampires nest, through godkings palace and emperors vault he searched and found, and at last, in his third century of life he challenged Yin, the White dragon and bested it, wrenching from its forehead the bright, white pearl of wisdom. Soon, Yang followed and he too lost his life and pearl. From these two, a vile potion was made. It gave him the power and knowledge he craved, made him stronger than he ever dreamed, but with the strength came a flaw. The desire for dragons doom. through Asia he stalked, slaying every dragon he could find, besting every wizard or witch who rose to challenge him. But after years he met his match. somehow, a demon and a dragon had mated, their offspring a twisted abomination, not fully demon nor dragon, and terrible in it's rage. And Grymbals rose to meet it. For days the battle raged, the huge powers used raising mountains and making valleys to plains. In the end, Grymbals was forced to flee or be destroyed. And from there, his search stopped.
He left Asia and returned to Europe. And found here a legend that drew him like a moth to a flame. The Tree of Knowledge. The source of every knowledge and wisdom in the world. It drew him to it, and years passed and still he searched. And finally he found what he sought along with three others. Braahmin, arrogant enough by half, too irritating to be around for long. Danville, noble and good, too good. Gentle Linden, somehow as strong as he. And all three sought something.
The Trees answers for him, was not what he had expected. Work together. Build a school and teach others what you learned. And grow with the teaching. Create a place where the knowledge and power of magic might flourish and grow, like a seed in good soil with plenty of sun and rain. And so, even sinister Grymbals did his to make the plans flourish, and through blood, sweat and magic the four build the place that today is the Magic University.

Written and contributed by Sef�r Aridh�l'mun