The Cabal (Sorcerry RP)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

OOC: Well, I can assume that the Cabals are around because, well, they're powerful, and influential. Magic exists, but not everyone can use it, so they're either respected, feared, envied, or all of the above. The Cabals keep these magic users safe, and make sure that they keep their place at the top of the food chain. They also take in new magic users and teach them the way of the mystic. :3 Not really a plot, but just an explanation as to why they're there.

Also, you're doing fiiiine, Immy. X3 An RP doesn't necessarily need an in-depth plot to enjoy, it's more or less just a guideline as to what to do, and what could happen.

Also, WARNING: Wall of Text ahead! X3

IC:

Master Tyranus, one of the younger members of the Cabal, was sitting low on his throne-like chair and had his elbow propped up on one of the armrests, resting the side of his head on his open palm. His expression was cold, and bored, but he was listening. He carried himself like a noble, a ruler, a tyrant, but he listened to what the others had to say. He was unlike any other Elemental Master before him, as his predecessors were all peace-loving, compassionate, patient and wise. The tiger found most of those virtues to be bothersome, and he held power in the highest regard. He had one credo; survival of the fittest.

"Your proposal is as insightful as it is radical." Spoke Acerbus softly, sitting up on his throne with his arms on the arm-rests, having been listening to his fellow sorcerer the most attentively. "The disciplines of magic have been segregated for an upward of ten thousand years, not out of petty rivalry, but as a matter of balance." He smiled at the young sorcerer who was so enthusiastically speaking of what he believed. His generation would surpass Old Master Acerbus' as they grew older, and he believed that they should be nurtured.

"The magic this world holds is virtually infinite in both number and potential, but we, as sorcerers, were never meant to master them all. You see, we can and we have shared our knowledge with each other," The lion gestured at Rath, "The Discipline of Glamor stems from both Disciplines of Black and White Arts, as did two other disciplines that no longer exist. Glamor is the only one that was passed onto the next generation, because the other two corrupted their masters with power, causing a hundred year war between sorcerers, and a great loss of life." Acerbus shook his head sadly. "The cost of power is too great, and thus, we require balance."

Prometheus scoffed at the fabled Black Ace's reply. The cost of power is never too great!

"After all... what good is ending a war between the humans and us, when in the process, we either destroy ourselves, or lust for more of each other's magic and start another war? I am not saying that we will definitely destroy each other, but as Disciple of the School of Black Arts, I have experienced temptation, and I know how powerful the pull is. It is just a precaution." He laughed lightly. Being the oldest still living member of the Cabal (they tended to die at a young age), he was the most experienced.

"As for our students and apprentices deciding who they are taught by, and what discipline they prefer... not every discipline is as popular as another. If the apprentices were to choose, there would be an imbalance in practitioners of each discipline, and thus, would cause another power struggle." The lion reasoned gently. "Perhaps we can still trade students and apprentices among each other for the disciplines they want, as long as the numbers are equal. Would that be fair?"

"I want to speak after Daka." Prometheus said, practically cutting Ace off at the end. He wanted to move to the center next. He had a proposal that involved more aggressive measures.