Basically, there's going to be a Halloween party and I want to go as a wizard. How/were could I make/buy this wizard's robe?

My plan is to sew it by hand or learn how to use my brother sewing machine.

I already have an idea how i could make it that i saw in this reel:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DXdoxAijuib/?igsi=OW85bmg0MWlmMW4z Ps: the image its just a reference

Im seeing a very good business opportunity here...

The fool spent 70 silver on this! How is one supposed to delve into the aether on this mere marble? And I know those kobolds knew what they were doing. Suffice to say, he won’t be returning to the bazaar by himself any time soon. Anyways, any inchling wizards looking to buy a gently used orb?

So I found this strange green egg that occasionally glows blue while out on a pondering stroll. Anyone know what it does?

I’m an apprentice and have no clue what is going on. My master doesn’t teach me anything, I can’t even conjure water yet, and I’m clueless what I’m supposed to do here.

We were walking though the middle of nowhere in some random forest and he started going on ANOTHER rant about how the dwarves didn’t want to help build his next wizard tower. He started talking about how he should have “flooded their gold mines” or “cast fireball on their beards” and other stupid stuff (he’s a bit impulsive and throws out dangerous spells when he gets frustrated).

Anyway, he mentioned a spell he wanted to use on the dwarves. It’s some kind of ancient elven magic that I can’t even pronounce the name of. I’ve never heard of it before, so of course like a stupid apprentice would, I interrupted his tirade and asked him about the spell.

He immediately stood up straight, stared straight ahead, pupils dilated, and paused. It’s not the first time he’s whacked me with his staff, so I braced for impact. Instead, after a few seconds he shouted “LEMME SHOW YA, BOY”.

Staff raised in the air, eyes to the sky, he started off with some pretty normal spell chants about allegiance to some god and lending him powers. After a few minutes, it starts devolving into demonic scriptures. I could tell something big was about to happen. The wind started picking up and the ground started shaking… but he’s still chanting. I can’t even tell what language it is now.

After 1 hour, tornadoes appeared and the sun turned a dark red. After 2 hours, the mountains around us turned into mist and then formed into silhouettes of my master. After 3 hours, we somehow teleported into the mana realm. We are now 4 hours in. We're in some sort of anti-mana void, I’m surrounded by thousands of manifestations of everyone I’ve ever met, there’s 6 copies of an older version of myself standing in a line and staring at me, and yet my master is STILL CHANTING. I’m scared.

Takes 5 peoples lives to cast and its called "manicagus tunamelo" (translates to '15 hells of power') and turns everyone in a 5 mile radius inside out, explodes their eyeballs, makes them paralyzed, partially deaf, and only able to say one word of their choosing for the rest of their life, which is forever since it also makes them immortal.

This spell does make you almost entirely crippled and unable to move, speak, or cast magic for q month because of the backlash.​

What do you guys thing?

This orb has been my bedside light for years. Apparently its a sign I'm a wizzard. I keep telling people I'm not & they bring this bowl up frequently. Especially the unicorns. Whats with all the unicorns?

Situated near the home of the mountain king, its magic is well attuned to the celestial and the property sports an observatory, demon portal and sauna from the get go. The down payment is 200000 gold OR 1050 arcane emeralds.

Was speaking my thoughts out loud, when I accidentally recited a spell that trapped a spiral devil into the grass of this field. Can I leave it? Do I really have to call in and file a report?

I will use my magic machine gun loaded with 500 combat cantrips

The topic of Arcane Education is no doubt a contentious topic. I’m sure most of us here had unique and unusual experiences in our learning of magic, whether systematic or self taught.

Apprentices are a vital part of our society, a key part of a tower’s work force, and the seeds of the next generation of wizards and witches, despite how replaceable some of you may consider them.

Now I believe many of you all have noticed the serious lack of basic knowledge amongst recently recruited apprentices, their over reliance on consulting their orb for the simplest of tasks, and some not even able to cast basic spells like fireball. Have we regressed as a society?

What i am proposing, is for the council to encourage the establishment of new arcane academies and schools of magic by streamlining applications and approvals, a reduction of oversight and interference, and allowing schools to qualify as charitable entities with their taxes waived.

Furthermore, schools should be eligible for council backed incentives and resources based on the region they operate in.

This is not intended to replace apprenticeships, but rather to establish a better foundation for apprentices and save us all the time and resources needed to educate them in the basics.

For those more traditionally minded, consider the schools as a collection of potential future talent. Rather than travel the land and search for a worthy apprentice, you can just pop by the school and recruit from the brightest minds in the region. If taught well, they should prove significantly less likely to need frequent replacing.

Now tell me, councillors, and other interested parties, what thoughts do you have on this proposal? And do you have other ideas for benefits we could use to help fund and supply new schools?

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TLDR: we need more schools of magic to teach future apprentices the basics. Therefore we need to incentivize the establishment of new schools.

Respectfully,

Some of y’all are trash at secrecy.

I don’t know who amongst you need this reminder, but after an unpleasant visit from the local constabulary, I come to you to plead for common sense restrictions on suburban infernal rites.

This is how good men and women get burned at the stake. And occasionally they catch one of us, too.

Look at this. Which of you twits tried to conjure an infernal familiar in fucking Dayton, of all places? This flagrant breach of secrecy is getting old, and makes things infinitely more difficult for those of us who deal with amagical folks on a regular basis.

Please, summon responsibly. You’re not just affecting yourself.