As for white mages, that's a different case altogether. There isn't just one white mage, and in fact, it is possible to learn the art if someone knows it. However, in the case of 1.0 setting, the only keepers of knowledge surrounding the art of succor are the Padjal.
The reason to this is due to history and the fear of the realm repeating it.
In the fifth umbral era, it's said that man discovered how to use the arcane arts. This is what led us out of the umbral era and into the fifth astral era.Â
It wasn't until the fifth astral era that man sought greater magicks. To this end, the art of destruction - black magic, was created. In order to keep the destructive force of black magic in check and maintain balance, white magic was invented.
We're told by several sources that the fifth astral era saw a darkness descend from the skies and spill across the land, filling the hearts of men and corrupting them. They began to seek greater power, fueled by avarice, and began perverting their magics for personal gain.Â
It was because of this that we entered the sixth umbral era and the reason why both arts were soon abolished.Â
While it isn't as case specific as dragoon, white and black magic would be still be rare forms of magic, even if it isn't exclusive to one person. Again, we don't know the lore surrounding them in ARR and how much of it will be changed, but given what we know, we can only go off of that and not speculation.Â
The reason to this is due to history and the fear of the realm repeating it.
In the fifth umbral era, it's said that man discovered how to use the arcane arts. This is what led us out of the umbral era and into the fifth astral era.Â
It wasn't until the fifth astral era that man sought greater magicks. To this end, the art of destruction - black magic, was created. In order to keep the destructive force of black magic in check and maintain balance, white magic was invented.
We're told by several sources that the fifth astral era saw a darkness descend from the skies and spill across the land, filling the hearts of men and corrupting them. They began to seek greater power, fueled by avarice, and began perverting their magics for personal gain.Â
It was because of this that we entered the sixth umbral era and the reason why both arts were soon abolished.Â
While it isn't as case specific as dragoon, white and black magic would be still be rare forms of magic, even if it isn't exclusive to one person. Again, we don't know the lore surrounding them in ARR and how much of it will be changed, but given what we know, we can only go off of that and not speculation.Â
Quote:Raya-O-Senna: White magic and conjury are close relations, the two governed by the same laws. The former, however, places the utmost importance upon healing and protection, and demands of practitioners the greatest intimacy with the elementals.
Raya-O-Senna: On account of this, its use is forbidden to all but those few who are deemed worthy. It is the sacred charge of we Padjal to ensure that the art survives, and in righteous hands.
Quote:Raya-O-Senna: I take from your silence that you are not. No matter, it shall be my pleasure to educate you. The Fifth Astral Era is said to have begun approximately three millennia ago.
Raya-O-Senna: The ice age that ushered in the Fifth Umbral Era made the land a barren and merciless place, and man was pushed to the limits of his resourcefulness in the struggle to survive. Yet survive he did, through the discovery of magic as we know it─an event which marked the dawning of the Fifth Astral Era.
Raya-O-Senna: At first, man was well pleased just to have the means to keep the cold at bay and compete with the other races. But man is nothing if not an ambitious beast. It was not long before he began to seek mightier magicks, hoping to win greater glory.
Raya-O-Senna: It was this desire that brought forth black magic, the arcane art of destruction, into the world. In order that this force of chaos be kept in check and balance preserved, at roughly the same point in history, white magic, the arcane art of succor, came into existence.
Raya-O-Senna: Emboldened by magic, man went on to reach the zenith of glory. But his hunger knew no bounds. Over time, even they who donned the white began perverting their powers for the sake of self-gain, and in this single-minded pursuit scrupled not to sully the sanctity of the Twelveswood.
Raya-O-Senna: In his pride and avarice, man brought down the wrath of the elementals upon himself.
Raya-O-Senna: A great deluge was sent to cleanse the land of his wicked presence, in the wake of which the forest rose to swallow up all that was not washed away. Thus did the Six Umbral Era begin...or so it is told.
Quote:Thancred: Ne'er till land consumes sun can sea bear moons,Heavens spew crimson flame, hells seep black dooms.
Thancred: You seem shocked. I am a bard, I'll have you know, and not utterly devoid of talent. The verses of Mezaya should pose no significant problem.
Thancred: I confess, I am glad to have journeyed so far in search of my inspiration and muse. For the noble display you have shown me this day, I shall repay you with a kindness. I shall tell you of the prophet.
Thancred: More than a thousand years past, a great calamity was visited upon this world. Across the sky, a terrible blackness spread till no light could be seen, and then descended, seeping into the very hearts of men. Thus was he sorely afflicted, and his ways perverted. Chaos was in all places all at once, and myriad creation was destroyed.
Thancred: Avarice reigned supreme, and civilization was thrown into a lawless struggle for wealth and power─the mighty taking as they saw fit with complete disregard for nature and fellow man alike. Evil begat evil and ripened unchecked, taking on the sickly sweetness of rot, near to bursting and rank with the promise of decay.
Thancred: It was then that the Twelve, grieved by the corruption and sin that had gripped their creation, decided to purge the world of its evils with a cleansing deluge, proclaiming: “Behold the power of pure water!†And thus began the sixth of the Umbral Eras.
Thancred: There is a moral in this story for those wise enough to find it. You see, it was we mortals who brought the great flood upon ourselves and our world, having left the gods no recourse. And so if our faults ushered in an Umbral Era in the past, then our strengths can prevent the coming of another in the future.
Thancred: So what say you, <Name>? Will you pledge yourself to the side of good and fight to save the world? Know that you cannot rely blindly on others in things such as this. The road to victory must be found within yourself─as it must in all of us.
Thancred: Gods, speaking to you has given me the most sublime idea for a poem! You are my muse, <Name>! Truly, you are!
Thancred: But I shall take up no more of your time─nor you of mine. Until our paths cross again, be good and be well.
Take some bacon and I put it in a pancake.
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