As long as magic has existed, there have been teachers and students, and over time magical schools and universities have been created. Here are seven examples of these citadels of magic.

A change of power in the Land of Shadows offers portents of a new age of strife

What being a Lord of Terrasquestone entails, what it means, and what is required

A clandestine chapter of augmented men and rare women who've devoted their lives to thwarting the dangers of arcanotech and the horrors that come from it

The Doomseekers are a faction within the House of the Forsaken that have as their goal the creation of a biological Doomsday weapon

For too long, the realm of magic has been controlled by the jealous hands of just a few. That time is no more, and though they may resist, the great blossoming of magic cannot be stopped.

Maester Ardund

A loose organization of those touched by the elemental plane of Smoke to combat the PCs

'All matter is made of six elements. The seventh element, work, fulfills the potential of the other six' – Liang Huou, Grandmaster

The Floating World, the domain of the Hikikomori

'Few left know these Secrets. And those who do must Be careful. Those in Power will Silence Us if They knew!'

First Keeper Solaron Calo

'Rrrbit! Rrrbit! Great Jove has found you unworthy, human! Now prepare to die !'

There are three things, each sacred and bearded: Moon, Monks, and Moss. All connected. Tied together by the Monks of the Bearded Moon, an old order of healers, mystics, bearers of the secret knowledge, and inheritors of the Bearded Moon's gifts. Theirs is a sect full of mystery and bound by ritual.

A group of mages that can alter the strength and properties of spells or enchanted items slightly but cannot cast a spell themselves

100 Word Society

You felt a slight tingle as the man looked you in the eyes, and he is currently approaching confidently with a look of recognition on his face. He smiles and you know you know him, you just don’t know how.

"Was it... just a dream?"

These groups were originally for use with the Project Underworld PBP game, to which I contributed the minor covens.

Suffering from an ancient curse, the Medusan race is slowly dying.

"Aww, dang, did you fart again?" asked the Jordy, The Knight.
"No, screw you! I didn't fart in the first place!" replied The Scoundrel, Harris. What they didn't know was that the Smelbinders could hear their every word.

They consumed Great G'bod. They partook of the Giant Slug's flesh.