The sun is setting on Ul'dah as you cross the treshold to the Arrzaneth Ossuary. Like most adventurers at any given time, you're currently on a very important quest for very important people.
However, the task you're in the process of completing isn't a difficult one: you only need to pick up an ancient text Mistress Yayake was supposed to translate for you.
You pad over to her counter and she barely glances up from her book before dumping the scroll in your bag. In a strange way, you find the efficiency of the transaction disappointing: you flew in to Ul'dah from halfway across the world, just for that?
Leaving right away seems ridiculous, so you decide to walk around a little in the hopes of making your visit to the Ossuary a bit more worthwhile. Outside, the sandstone walls of the city were shining like gold under the last rays of daylight; inside, the darkened statue of Thal is lit only by flickering fires, casting dramatic shadows over his featureless face.
You spot a table with a pair of chairs near a large bookcase and decide to rest your legs a little. You quickly realize, however, that someone is already sitting there - it's a lalafellin thaumaturge with a head of messy orange hair, fast asleep over a heavy tome. You figure he won't object to you sitting next to him, so you quietly edge your way into the other chair.
On the table, there's a lantern, a pile of books and several scattered sheets of paper. Curious, you grab one of the loose sheets and unfold it.
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You put the sheet down and shoot a sideways glance to the sleeping lalafell. Did he write this? Messing with magic like that! Who knows what could happen?
You're actually dying to find out. Soon, you find yourself picking up and unfolding a second sheet of paper.
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You can't help but chuckle to yourself as you put the paper down. You understand it all now - this was all obviously fiction, written under the guise of some sort of research notes. Ice in the desert! Ah, lalafell - what a strange little people. The salt of the earth, truly.
You stretch out your arms and get up from your seat, deciding it's time for you to get back to your adventures.
But when the Ossuary's doors open to let you outside... your eyes widen.
It's... snowing over Ul'dah.
Experiment 1 - Weapons
Hypothesis: Conjurers and thaumaturges carry very similar weapons. However, while conjurers cast by channeling the aether in their environment through wooden canes, thaumaturges channel instead their own aether with rods made from horn and metal.
Casting thaumaturge spells with a wood cane should therefore allow me to use environmental aether to do so. Conversely, casting healing spells with a thaumaturge weapon might enable me to safely use my body's aether.
Attempt 1: A new recruit burned her foot while training. I volunteered to heal her and was able to do so while holding a horn staff, but the spell completely bypassed the weapon and was delivered through my hand. I however already knew I had the ability to heal using my own energy (although I still do not understand it). I felt tired afterwards and took a nap.
Speculation: Thaumaturge weapons are made of horn and metal because they are thought to be "aggressive" substances suitable for creating destructive effects. Perhaps this makes them incompatible with healing magic?
Attempt 2: I tried casting Fire by channeling environmental aether with a simple maple cane. The cane burst into flames. I'm... not positive why, except perhaps that wood is, well, flammable.
Attempt 3: Knowing this, I tried casting Blizzard instead. I encountered a similar issue and the 2nd maple cane I had carved exploded into a mess of frozen splinters. I figured maple was too fragile and tried again with Mindbreaker. The cane did not break (thank the Twelve, Mesa would have had my head) but became so cold that I had to let go of it. The spell simply could not be released.
Speculation (continued): This could be caused by wood not being a suitable conductor for destructive spells. Makes enough sense.
Conclusion: Hypothesis disproved. If I am to continue investigating the difference between black and white magic, I will need to do away with tools. However, my 2nd and 3rd attempts demonstrated something important: it seems possible to some degree to weave thaumaturgic spells from environmental aether.
The implications of this are yet unknown.