It seems I’ve been expelled from the academy. Not surprising, I’ve not attended a single class since I’ve been here. I learned more delving their library than I would have attending those classes anyway. Going through the ancient books, I’ve discovered the true meaning of magic. It isn’t mystical, it isn’t divine. It is power, power that can be used to change the world around you. I think I will set up a school of sorts… well not now. I’ve got to get away from this society, the headmaster has sought fit to blacklist me in the arcane community. No matter, I’ll develop my own… NO MATTER WHAT THOSE MORONS BELIEVE. I just need to find a place to do it.
Ah, also, I’ve found my first apprentice to teach. The academy would not have her, they didn’t see the potential.
I have found such a man to aid me in my goal. Connor Blackmoore is a noble of The Kingdom of Andor, and quite impoverished. This has led him into needing a court wizard. I travel with him to the capitol, where he must swear fealty to the king.