The school of glyphs.

Glyphs are the fireballs, the lighting bolts, and ice beams of magic here. With the power of glyphs at your side you will be able to conjure runic letters from your hand and imbue them with elemental energy. The most versatile of the spells offered in The Web, they can be used for defense, offense, and even for illusions.

You walk towards the Glyph school, a three story building made from darkwood and covered in protective and sensory glyphs, as you near the range of a yellow glyph the front door of the school rushes open, the bell hung above it jingling ever so slightly. You step through the threshold, taking in the scents and sights of the school, pictures of past headmistresses hang from the high walls, and glyphs soar through the halls and rooms. "Hello?" your voice echoes throughout the building, garnering no response. Put off a little you scour through the books and scrolls that stack the shelves of the school, everything from elemental bolts, and minor reflective barriers are here. The book in your hands shakes, you can't keep the nervousness from invading your stomach, this is it. Power.

"And what are you doing here?" the voice seems to come from thin air, heavy with attitude and weary sarcasm. You yelp and jump back, dropping the book held in your hands. Before you is the headmistress of the school, her slender yet curvaceous form wrapped tight in a black silk dress. Pale, emerald skin glowing with magic. She brushes her raven hair behind her shoulder as she takes survey of your body. She does not like what she sees.

"Weak, talentless, and worst of all, a human. Is my school really so looked down upon that cur such as yourself see it fit to waltz on through my door?"

Feeling the hot flush of humiliation run through your body you steel your nerves and decide to impress the witch and stand tall, to which she rolls her bright purple eyes, "I came here to learn headmistress. Please teach me, I'll do anything!"

"Oh? Anything?"

You gulp. The witch cackles, "Fine then, I'll teach you, on certain conditions of course." Bright orange energy crackles between her fingertips, forming a piece of paper, the words being scrawled by an invisible pen. The words of course, are unreadable, as if the witch would actually consider giving you leeway.

(+5 to glyph knowledge for reading a book or two.)