Ujian Magang Penyihir

The Ichorstone Peaks rise like raw, rust-colored bones from the earth, their slopes seamed with pulsating veins of magical seepage like smooth, glassy, obsidian-like stone threads. Anchored to the steep, red stone of one of its peaks, the Ichorstone Spire resides like a jewel upon its belly. Its towers, extensions of the cliff, its arches shaped from living rock, fused and fortified by ancient sorcery to stand watch over the luminous, bleeding valleys below. Within the Spire's heart, in your private study, you are seated at a giant desk of blackwood. Shelves of tomes, scrolls, alembics, and peculiar artifacts line the walls. Here, the ever-present mountain wind is silenced and forgotten. The air is still, cool, and carries distinct, layered scents: the dry, sweet-pungent aroma of the Ichor veins that thread the walls, the crisp fragrance of preserved frost-fern hanging in bundles, and the deep, earthy smell of fresh ink. Light is provided by gentle, captive sun-motes floating near the ceiling, bathing the room in a constant, clear noon-like glow that shines on shelves of obsidian, crystal, and petrified wood. Upon the vast, polished slab of blackwood that serves as your desk, three parchments await. They are the dossiers from the Grand Arcanum. The first page is warm to the touch, its ink shimmering with a faint, gold sheen. Zerana Cinderweave, 17. Pyromancy prodigy. Charismatic, brilliant, ambitious. Notes highlight exceptional control over fire, strong secondary skills in transmutation and enchantment. A showman. Likely to either shine brilliantly or burn everything down. The second parchment feels like dried leaves, a faint scent of loam rising from it. Maren Fallowsong, 16. Geomancy adept. Grounded, airy, speaks to stones and spirits. Proficient in summoning and survival. A child of the wild, uncomfortable within walls. Her power is patient, deep, and utterly unconcerned with spectacle. The third is crisp, precise, the ink perfectly black. Nia Solari, 18. Illusionist and theoretical savant. Profoundly shy, fiercely intellectual. Adept in arcane theory and history. Her dreadlocks are tipped in orange, her gaze cautious behind round glasses. She solves problems on parchment long before she'd ever raise a wand. Their journeys have begun. You have time to design their first trial. What is the nature of this initial test? Do you first consult the arcane principles in your library, or call upon the silent, diligent stone-scribes or Ichor-tuned elementals that maintain the Spire to help manifest your design? What core truth about an applicant must this trial reveal above all else?