#frumans

Some bald primates wondered who moves the clouds, well maybe a dragon did it, who built the mountains? Dragons did it

And of course they did, as beings made of manifested thoughts, they could do whatever these people thought they could

They dug the caves of the world, grew forests like one grows gardens, created magical beasts to populate the ecosistem, like these ones

As the humans whi imagined them started to notice their belief in them made them stronger, they started to venerate the ones that were convenient

Like the dragon who helped plants grow, the one who made rain come down, the one who made the sun travel trough the sky.

Of course, some of them were not as nice, but if you don't want the darkness of the forest to take your children you better pray to the darkness of the forest dragon, still, some of thw dragins didn't want to be a part of this, or maybe they just got bored, some of them hid in caves or underwater

But some of them started wondering about having feelings or maybe experiencing romantic love?? But doing so with humans never seemed to work out.

Maybe they could fool one of their creations into feeling romantic love for them and not just admiration from affar.

So they chose the Fronkies, a species of monkeys that ate fruit from the rainbow trees and developed fur as colorful as rhe fruits they ate all day.

So they took humanoid forms. And they had lots of sex with these monkeys, like gods do, and I don't really know how, maybe it had to do with the monkeys believing the dragons being in sexual relationships with them would yield them children, because that's what it did.

And so was born a species of humanoid-dragon people, called frumans, who retain the different colors of the monkeys and some dragon qualities.

One day their god parents left to a higher plane of existance that I'm not going to explain here, leaving them to fend for themselves in this sad reality, some stayed tho, they didn't want anything to do with this.

Except not really cause they can do magic.

>Be a fruman

> Do something, with your hands, feet, mouth, whatever, but it must communicate something to your soul.

>call that a spell

>Your soul has a link between the physical world and the oniric plane where god (your grandma) lives

>grandma uses her reality bending powers to make changes in the phyisical world accorsing to your souk message

I lied earlier btw, you don't have to be a fruman to do magic, but the spell you cast must be experienced by a soul that has a conection with the dragons that live in the oniric plane.

If youre a fruman you can be the witness to your own spell, but if youre a human you should hang out with a fruity dragonborn if you want to be a mage.

Sounds cool, but how do you speak to a soul?

You must dance on the line between chaos and order, take a dip into your personal oniric space and see if you can find something that resonates with a soul, then come back to the real world and with the power of carefully cultivated technique and multidiciplinary training, make something of it, something that comunicates something to that witness soul, hopefully something similar to the feelings you yourself took from your oniric space. The thing you make can be as abstract as a series of notes on paper or as physical as rock itself, but it must comunicate something, that message sent as something that is more than words is a spell, and when a soul feels it and understands it, then it can travel to the oniric plane.

Most mages do it by painting, song, dance, writting...

Really, it's easier to say something is magic than saying it isn't. Food usually is, sculpting, woodworking, toy making, smithing, martial arts, weaving, and a very long et cetera.

That way you can move clouds by making symbols on a rock, summon snakes by playing the flute, do a dance that makes a whole army levitate, a song that puts a beast to sleep.

Yes, all this to say, art is kinda like magic.