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Birthed alone in the darkness, you were born with no name, no home, no family, no one to care about the flame that burned within your breast, nor the burning hunger that ached within your soul. There in the pitiless dark, you found yourself bonded to Yazrul, night brother to the ruler of the underworld, and have been protected by his whispers. Nurtured on the bones of the dead, you have lived your entire life alone in the forest, not knowing what was out there.

Until one day while you slept beneath the shade of the great sequoia tree, ill-shaped men in robes of purest midnight, came and took you away. They bound you with bonds of iron and brought you out of the forest into a world, unlike anything you have ever witnessed before. There they showed you the meaning of power and magic, till one day they booked you passage aboard a ship that swam across sapphire blue waters, and towards the Island of Bloodtides, your new home.

A place of magic and wonder, you were quickly shown to your dormitory, a small cramped space that belonged to two others, Golfain and Torstram. One was a Fae from the Isles of Nee’ven with sharp elven features and an uneasy smile that seemed to be always on her lips. The other was a dwarf from Borathas who spoke his mind without thinking and was always asking you questions about your life in the forest.

Having decided to keep your bond with Yazrul secret, you keep mostly to yourselves and wait to be summoned by the dark mages. However not wishing to waste this precious time, you use it to study up on the demonic energies when your study is interrupted by fellow novices in simple black robes. The group quickly gathering by Torstrom’s bedside to speak about the upcoming test.

Your interest peaked, you ask, “What test?”

Startled by the first words you’d spoken in what seems like an age, Torstram stares at you dumbfounded then replies with an incredulous expression. “I must have told you a thousand times, greenhorn. It’s the test to see which skill you will specialize in. As for me, I know I’ll be Battlemage, just like my father, and my father before me.”

Her voice filled with amusement, Golfain shook her head from side to side, her brown curls flowing through the air. “You’re as boneheaded as a goblin if you think you’d want to join that lot. I hear they make their new recruits bathe in their own blood, then make them walk naked through a forest full of monsters just to see if they can survive on their own. Better to become a Shadow like me.”

Having never really considered which field you would like to specialize in, you wonder if you should ask more about them when abruptly a thin-faced mage appears in your doorway. “It is time. Follow me.”

Quieted by his mere presence, you watch the mage guide you through the hallways, past the dozens of rooms packed full of novices, then go down a stone staircase into a wide hall, crammed full of chairs, and desks. The mage gesturing for you to take a seat, while the room begins to fill up with novices from all over Coroleya.

Seated between Golfain and Torstram, you try to focus your mind on what you wish to become when another mage makes his way to the front of the hall. His sallow face and skin, pockmarked by acne scars, and a dark demeanor that suggested he would like nothing better than to hurt someone.

Silent for the most part as people settled down, he spoke softly, “Let us begin.”

As he finishes, the first question suddenly pops into your mind, but it appears more like a series of images, followed by the words. “Speak the truth.”

Choice Results

You've gained the specialization skill: Battlemage

Headstrong and bold, you are as equally ferocious as any warrior on the field of battle and have the skills to match even the greatest of fighters.

+ 1 to Death Skills