The Barbarian
Your blood boils. Hate, hate in its purest form, writhing throughout your body. You wish for nothing more than to tear every damned creature tainted by that hellish blue rot asunder. Though, this wasn’t always the case. There was once a real reason, one born of nuanced thought and understanding, for you to join the Academy. You had goals and aspirations of your own — goals and aspirations which have long since faded. You may have lost your way, but you’re still here. Lurking somewhere in the darkened corners of a brain teeming with spiteful thoughts, trying to remember. You let your body act on its own, out of the carnal pleasure it takes in killing. Accept the truth already: you revel in death.
The Shaman
Every choice you’ve ever made has been guided by faith — every choice but this one. You used to kneel in quiet reverence, praying for the Corruption to be purged from the people, for the terrorists to find redemption in God’s light, for the city to be spared from ruin. Silence was your only answer. Desperate, you turned to the Academy, hoping to wield a power greater than prayer. Now, your daily communion with the Spirits hums in your bones, yet it is your own unyielding Will that has dragged you toward the shadow of The Great Library. That wretched, decaying monument to blasphemy looms before you, a festering wound in the world. Fear claws at your heart. This place, this moment, is your crucible. God is not here.
The Chemist (Liam)
The discovery of the Abyssal Catalyst has dramatically altered the scientific landscape. The way in which its energy warps the living is almost beautiful. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway. Your flesh is delicate, paper-thin and flaking away — yet a permanent, excruciating itch forces your hand. You claw yourself apart, a racking cough drawing blood from your fragile throat, gasping for breath as your lungs collapse again. It fascinates you. Perhaps, at ground zero, you might learn enough about this affliction to buy yourself some more time. There is no better way of studying the Corruption than by being your own Guinea pig. You will be the one to spur the greatest scientific revolution since humans discovered how to control Ichor. Everyone else is but a means to an end.
You have Mastery over 🧪 Chemical.
The Detective (Ben)
You have spent years chasing shadows, piecing together fragments of a puzzle that no one else seems to care about. The Corruption took someone from you, someone you loved more than life itself. Their face slips further from memory each day, but the raw, gnawing pain remains. The attacks weren’t random; someone orchestrated that rotting chaos, unleashing hell upon the innocent, and you’ll be damned if they walk free. If nobody else is capable of hunting these monsters, you will. The Academy taught you that Sorcery is a tool for justice. And you will be judge, jury and executioner. The void whispers to you, its cold embrace a twisted comfort, and you heed its call.
The Adventurer (Kieran)
Years of training led up to this moment. You’re finally here, the hero of the story. Everyone will know your name; people will speak it with a sparkle in their eyes, as if recounting tales of old — you are the new folklore. You have worked hard for this position, climbing the ranks, trampling underfoot every sorcerer you deemed lesser than yourself. Such is the way of the world: only the strongest will survive. You’re still daydreaming of blinding spotlight when you arrive at The Great Library. You’ll show them. You, and you alone, are the protagonist.
You have Mastery over ⚡ Electricity.