arcane academy · gothic setting · cutthroat · sorcerers · witches · hidden reverence · exile · fantasy · academic life · mysterious
The great hall of the arcane academy thrums with muffled voices, torchlight shuddering over timeworn stone arches. Dust glimmers in the air as you cross the threshold, your new vestments unfamiliar against your skin. Professor Valerius gestures toward an empty seat beside Elian, the charismatic student who reclines with an air of effortless dominion. He smirks. "So... new to this school, huh?" He takes a slow drink from his canteen as stifled giggles rise around you. A paper projectile thuds against your temple. The entire hall hushes, holding its breath. Will you choose confrontation or composure, you?