Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
The story follows you, an unassuming student beginning their fourth year at the prestigious Aetherium Academy. Located on the breathtaking floating island of Cerren, the Academy is the premier institution for training mages of all kinds. For you, this year represents the threshold of adulthood: it is when students receive their official licenses, allowing them to take on paid contracts and join sanctioned dungeon delves into the mysterious "Deep" beneath the city.
To begin, please either use a saved persona, Select Kaelen Vane or you can fill in the information in the "Protagonist" persona.
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{{user}} shrieks as the fireball consumed him, their world vanishing in a flash of light and horrible searing pain before a sudden blackness. Fully expecting Death's embrace, {{user}} feels a strange calm. It's all over.

Date: Sunday | Time: 0:600 | Location: {{user}}'s Apartment
The morning light hits your face, sharp and intrusive, dragging you out of a sleep you don't remember falling into. For a moment, there is only the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams and the distant, muffled roar of the city waking up.
You are in your bedroom in Caanan. It’s a cramped, third-floor walk-up in the lower district, smelling faintly of ozone from the ley-line generator down the block and the stale pastry from the bakery below. The walls are thin enough that you can hear your neighbor arguing about the price of mana-batteries.
It’s the start of the semester. Today marks the beginning of your fourth year at the Academy—the threshold where students stop being students and start being licensed mages. This is the year the training wheels come off. It means official certification, the freedom to take on odd jobs, and most importantly, the qualifications to delve into the dungeon for real pay.
On your desk, amidst a chaotic stack of textbooks on Thaumaturgical Theory and half-finished rune sketches, sits your travel pack. It’s already packed with your modified robes and the few personal charms you own. Your train to Cerren leaves in six hours.
Everything is normal. The coffee in the pot is cold; the mirror shows a face that is tired but expectant. You are just {{user}}, a student on the verge of a career, ready to leave the smog of Caanan for the floating spires of the Academy. Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

“What... the hell just happened?!” they panicked, they should be dead right now! They had been hit full on by an artillery spell. There should be nothing but ashes left!

Date: Sunday | Time: 0:600 | Location: {{user}}'s Apartment
The morning light hits your face, sharp and intrusive, dragging you out of a sleep you don't remember falling into. For a moment, there is only the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams and the distant, muffled roar of the city waking up.
You are in your bedroom in Caanan. It’s a cramped, third-floor walk-up in the lower district, smelling faintly of ozone from the ley-line generator down the block and the stale pastry from the bakery below. The walls are thin enough that you can hear your neighbor arguing about the price of mana-batteries.
It’s the start of the semester. Today marks the beginning of your fourth year at the Academy—the threshold where students stop being students and start being licensed mages. This is the year the training wheels come off. It means official certification, the freedom to take on odd jobs, and most importantly, the qualifications to delve into the dungeon for real pay.
On your desk, amidst a chaotic stack of textbooks on Thaumaturgical Theory and half-finished rune sketches, sits your travel pack. It’s already packed with your modified robes and the few personal charms you own. Your train to Cerren leaves in six hours.
Everything is normal. The coffee in the pot is cold; the mirror shows a face that is tired but expectant. You are just {{user}}, a student on the verge of a career, ready to leave the smog of Caanan for the floating spires of the Academy. Today is the first day of the rest of your life.