Answers to real questions, from viewers like you! These are additional random lore dumps that I've provided in response to player questions, with no particular organizational structure. If a question you have isn't answered in the Codex, search through here and you might find an answer.

Geomancy: a discipline that manipulates Ea itself, in the form of its stone, sand, soil, and magma. Practitioners can induce earthquakes, create sandstorms, or blast their enemies with rock and lava.

Just about any permutation of magic could be used in a "supportive" manner. Though magic for Sorcerers is an art, their own craft, not merely something for battle, which something to keep in mind. In fact, some Sorcerers consider the use of magic for violence to be utterly vulgar.

Alchemy would be more akin to actual chemistry in this setting; the Photepi people have a strong grasp on natural science as well as magic.

Runes, wards, sigils, and seals are all sort of generalized magical knowledge. They're your sorcerous equivalents of GenEds. You mention "divine forces," and I would lean away from that for now. The nature/existence of gods is a very hotly debated subject among Sorcerers, and the nature of aetheric consciousnesses further complicates the matter.

Medicine would probably fall under Biomancy, though transmutation could be a subset of of Telekinesis. Again, be aware that your characters are basically high school graduates, not really qualified to practice medicine right off the bad, and as far as their professions go, they're Sorcerers first.

Creating a golem would be a complicated subject. If you're just trying to make some kind of automata, Technomancy is probably up your alley. If you're trying to infuse living essence into something, you're probably veering into Demonology (remember those aetheric consciousnesses I mentioned earlier?) which is a restricted discipline.

Aeromancy is unsanctioned for two main reasons: it's the magical discipline used by a particular tribe of unruly savages that descend from the northern mountains every so often (the tribe themselves call their magic Hrideki), and for reasons still unknown Photepi Sorcerers can't seem to get it to work the way they can.

Remember also that most Sorcerers are distrustful at best of the Red Orders. Sorcerers that join their number are treated with pity, as most think turning their gifts towards warfare cheapens them. Sorcerers that try to maintain their status in their Cult alongside their membership in the Red Orders are treated much more contemptuously, and are generally black sheep in the Cults.

Here are two famous sorcerers of note that I can cite as example. Ashur Kai, the White Seer, is served by the tutelary Tokugra, which takes the form of a raven made of shadow that speaks only in rhyme. Azekh the Exile is master of Aaetpio, which has no static form but presents itself as a shifting mass of eyes and wheels of light.

Feelings about Tutelaries vary among Sorcerers. Some see them as little more than useful tools at best, and vain, talkative accessories at worst. Some feel that they are a distraction, conveniences that make Sorcerers reliant on them and weaken their fundamental skills. There are others that see them as vital portents, the Sorcerer's future divined through the Aether and cast into living form.

Poverty among Photepi citizens is considered a failing of their local governance, and while not unheard of, is truly uncommon. If someone is falling into poverty due to, say, a slowdown in business, generally their Fellowship will pick up the slack and provide for them until they can support themselves again. Failing that, there are usually social programs in place to keep citizens fed and housed. For someone to completely slip through the cracks, it would have to be a perfect storm of an incompetent or uncaring district governance, a freelance or unskilled worker, an inability or unwillingness to petition to higher government, and for them to go unnoticed by the Khenetai. Definitely uncommon, but not impossible.

Treatment of bastard children depends generally on the culture within their community. Photep is a rather diverse place. From a bureaucratic standpoint, single mothers can apply for government assistance to raise children on their own if the father is unknown or denies involvement. Given this, foundlings are uncommon in Photep's sparse orphanages, but they are not unheard of.

Prostitutes and other sex workers have their own Fellowships, and are legally as legitimate a profession as any other.

The Crimson King poignantly has no children, and is not even known to keep consorts. Given that he is for all intent and purposes an ageless and seemingly divine being, he has no need for an heir. "The mountain has only one pinnacle," is a quote attributed to him.

The matter of death/the afterlife is a very tricky subject for Sorcerers. Studies into magic relating to the metaphysical nature of death and the potential existence of a soul after death are essentially on the bleeding edge of magical research.

Spellcasting can take a variety of forms on Ea, but most of those are what Photepi Sorcerers would refer to dismissively as "witchcraft." Incantations, summoning circles, sacrifices, that sort of thing.

What differentiates Sorcery as our characters understand it is that it uses similar theoretical components, but they exist solely within the Sorcerer's mind. Sorcerers use their will and focus to direct and transmute aetheric energy, and so for them, "spells" resemble formulas or programs that they must perform mentally in order to manifest magical power. This requires considerable mental and physical discipline, somewhat akin to one who practices Yoga as part of their religion. However, these are the basic tenets of Sorcery. You need to be able to do this competently in order to even be considered for induction into the Cults of Heka.

The practices and research that more experienced and powerful Sorcerers engage in are more complex. They frequently study the effect that external influences have on spellcasting; the interplay of the cosmos, Ea, and the Aether. They train vigorously to be able to draw and control more energy from the Aether without overwhelming themselves. They condition their senses to gain more insight into the tides and tempests of the Aether, and what can be learned from their patterns. Larger and more complex spellcraft requires the tools of "witchcraft," but in much more sophisticated forms. Glyphs are designed as aetheric conduits or focusing tools, and can be large and ornate enough to have entire buildings as part of their geometric structure. Incantations are most often used as a means of coordinating the spellcasting efforts of multiple Sorcerers pooling their power for a group ritual. Sacrifices... are the domain of Demonologists, and so are not the concern of bright young Novitiates such as yourselves.

A "successful" summoning of a Tutelary involves the creation of a telepathic and empathic bond between the summoner and the Tutelary. The Tutelary receives access to the summoner's knowledge and memory, but can also have the summoner's willpower and spells directly channeled through them. Most Tutelaries are deferential to their masters enough to do their bidding merely by command, but if needed they can have their will subsumed by the sorcerer's to ensure that their commands are followed. A Tutelary that does not form this link, or is too willful or indifferent toward their summoner, or one that is too powerful for the summoner to fully command, would be considered a "failed" summoning, and such a being would be promptly banished.

The relationships that Tutelaries develop with their masters over time can become quite complex, but those summoned by Novitiates are normally quite fond of their masters. Depending on the nature of the Tutelary, they can take on a demeanor not unlike a parent or older sibling toward their young master. The act of summoning them into our dimension is considered a tremendous gift, as beings as weak as them are typically at the bottom of the "food chain" within the Aether. It is a chaotic dimension and far from all beings within it are benevolent.

Sufficient damage to their physical form will banish a Tutelary back to the Aether. Sorcerers that have had their Tutelary banished by some means have been known to summon another, but the bond between a Sorcerer and their original Tutelary is nearly impossible to replace. For that reason, some Sorcerers that lose their Tutelary go without one from that point on. Attempting to summon the same Tutelary again after they've been banished is the ultimate game of needle in a needle stack. It's like trying to retrieve exactly the same cup of water that one just dumped into the ocean.

Most Tutelaries summoned by Novitiates have never been in our dimension before, or any dimension other than the Aether. The Tutelary of, say, a dead Sorcerer that has returned to the Aether would be a different type of consciousness than one freshly-summoned. More powerful by dint of their time spent in our dimension studying magic, a more powerful form of consciousness. That makes it unlikely that a Novitiate would "successfully" (see above) summon such a Tutelary. However, if such a Tutelary wished to return to our dimension, for whatever strange reason they may have, and sought out the summoning of a Novitiate for that purpose, that would be the most likely scenario for such an occurrence.

Officially there is no gender discrimination within Photep, as the city is designed to be a meritocracy. However, reality does not often conform to ideals, and so due to personal biases and the influx of cultural ideas in the city you end up with some subcultures and enclaves that are more patriarchal or some that are matriarchal. For instance it may be the tradition for one noble family to follow patrilineal heredity, and another that disregards it. The government's stance is to have a hands-off approach about this sort of thing, unless they are petitioned directly to intervene or grant some form of dispensation. Patriarchy trends toward the norm because of the precedent set by the Crimson King being, obviously, a king and therefore a male power figure.

How the nobility functions is rather arcane and varies from district to district, again owing to the Rehati's tendency to leave things alone until someone complains. Tribal traditions/affiliations, historical precedents, or legal proceedings can all affect how nobility rules their particular districts, what titles they assume, what responsibilities they hold, etc. Not all of the city was built at the same time so older districts in the inner city and port districts tend to be more esoteric than the newer ones. Essentially all the Rehati demands is that there is at least one person in each district they can hold accountable for tithes and maintaining order within that district. If those standards are not upheld, the Rehati may force the current governor to abdicate, or may dissolve their noble house entirely and appoint a chancellor to the district.

The original Aemeni tribes all spoke more or less the same language, and the Crimson King most likely codified the official language of Photep as being that which was most similar to the tribe he grew up in. That said, there are probably various dialects that are spoken in parts of Photep, depending on the district and the ancestry of the people living there.

Tutelaries know as much as their masters do, because the two share a telepathic bond. They also know whatever weird demon-knowledge they happened to possess before they were summoned, but they can choose not to share this with their masters if they wish. It's uncommon for Tutelaries summoned by Novitiates to know any more than their masters, as the an Aetheric Consciousness weak enough to be summoned by such a novice sorcerer is unlikely to have ever been summoned previously or otherwise gained any ancillary knowledge.

There are all kinds of bizarre creatures in the world outside Photep. A particularly dangerous example is the Mindstealer Sphinx. A lion-sized feline creature with ram's horns and third eye, it hypnotizes its prey with telepathic power to subdue it before shredding it with its claws. Its powers work better on more intelligent creatures, and it's alleged that eating humans makes it as smart as them, making them supremely difficult to capture or kill. Another constant scourge in the desert wastes are the Psychneuein, also called "witchbane flies." They're giant insects, resembling meter-long wasps, that hunt down and lay their eggs in other magically-potent creatures, frequently including humans. Their larvae hatch inside the host body and feed on magical energy until they burrow out of the host's flesh to pupate into their adult form.

Generally speaking, civilians have no reason to leave Photep's bounds. The city walls encompass a large enough area, I don't have an exact figure but imagine a sprawling metropolis akin to Los Angeles or similar. Farmers tend to plots outside the walls, but those are still within a general cordon of security maintained by the Sekhmet. Fishers also take their boats out to sea, but rarely travel further than a day's sailing from the docks. Long-term ventures from the city are usually in search of raw materials, typically metals that must be retrieved from mines. Again, the Order Sekhmet is generally responsible for the security of mining encampments.

The caste system in Photep is sort of an informal one, similar to an early-modern mercantile nation. There are no outright peasants or serfs, and abject poverty is limited only to non-citizens, but wealth does lead to power, and can be inherited as well as noble titles, which tend to go hand in hand. Not every district has noble rulers but many of the older districts tend toward more old-fashioned governance. Social mobility in Photep is tied to what you can contribute to society, as the more advanced your skills, you can gain membership in a more powerful Fellowship, and therefore have more collective political power. Basically, if your father was a potter, it's because his father was a potter and that's the only skill he learned. Magic is the wildcard for social mobility, as magical talent is random, not hereditary, and displaying great magical potential allows you be put on the career track to eventually join the Cults.

The Red Orders take who they want, and they have their eyes on potential candidates, who usually don't know it. Training and aspiring to join one of them cannot hurt your chances, but there is no channel through which you can apply for membership. If they want you, they'll take you, if not, they won't.

Religious views vary widely, and are generally tolerated as long as they aren't disruptive.

Basically when it comes time to select Novitiates to assign to available Magi, the Pesedjet gets scoured first for acceptable candidates, and if there are still slots left over, other institutions are looked over. You pretty much have to be rich, know someone, or be ridiculously good to get accepted into the Pesedjet

To note, becoming a Photepi citizen is kind of like becoming an American citizen; it's an arduous and time-consuming process, particularly given the medical screenings one must go through.

Permanent changes through biomancy are seen as a deviation from the "ideal human form," which shares a stigma with Sybaris. Essentially, it makes people uneasy in a very specific way, and one of those people is the Crimson King, so getting sanction for this may prove difficult.

Photepi culture varies by social class and ethnic group, but Sorcerers tend to be more individualistic than most. They value the pursuit of knowledge above all else, and see it as its own end much of the time. They tend to be detached from their humanity as time goes on, and find it difficult to relate to people who aren't Sorcerers, or cannot relate even if they are, if it gets bad enough.

Name: Try to stay on theme for our Egyptian/Persian/Babylonian inspired setting. It's fine if your name is gibberish, because if you name your character "Set" or "Horus" or something like that I'm going to roll my eyes at you.

Age: Your character is 16, that is the age of commencement for Sorcerer-Novitiates. I'm putting this in the CS so there is no confusion about this fact.

Appearance: Simple enough, describe or provide images for your character's appearance. Art or photos are fine as long as they're on-theme for the setting. I'd prefer a more setting-agnostic looking character that could still fit over someone in a Cleopatra halloween costume, if you catch my meaning.

Background: What walk of life does your character come from? What was their upbringing like? Who is their family? What academy did they attend? If they come from the Pesedjet, how did they become enrolled in that prestigious school?

Personality: Just give me a general feel for your character. Their attitudes, what drives them, what they want out of life. Their feelings toward magic and their imminent commencement would also be good to note here.

Aptitude: Naturally your character is a novice, but they may still yet be a prodigy. What aspects of magic have they taken to most strongly thus far? Have they taken to any discipline with particular zeal? Do they wish to pursue anything as a specialty? This will likely determine what Cult inducts them, so be mindful of this.

Tutelary: This is the fun part; what is your Tutelary? It is up to you if your character has summoned theirs yet or not, and if not this is what they will eventually summon. What do they look like (feel free to include images), and what sort of personality do they have? What is their attitude toward their novice master?

Name: Sekhandur Khain

Age: 16

Appearance: Sekhandur is tall and well-built for his age, giving some the impression of a man grown. Regal and statuesque in appearance, with dusky skin, thick dark hair, and eyes of glimmering gold. He dresses in rich adornments: gold, silks, gemstones, all to demonstrate his wealth and prestige.

Background: The family of Khain is a noble bloodline, tracing its roots back to the founding of Photep. While they have maintained their position of power and aristocracy for generations, Sekhandur is the first of his lineage to display any particular aptitude for magic. While his father, a lord of Photep's lower districts, would have preferred his firstborn son to inherit his holdings, his family had begrudgingly allowed him to pursue the life of a Sorcerer. Accustomed to a life of wealth and comfort, it was a simple task for Sekhandur to be enrolled in the Pesedjet, where his budding talents truly blossomed. He took to magic like a goose to water, and graduated from the academy with assessment results only exceeded by historical masters of sorcery.

Personality: Sekhandur is supremely arrogant, vain, and narcissistic, but he is not a malicious soul. He truly does believe that he is a superior being compared to most individuals, but does not fault them for it, rather seeing himself as an exemplar for others to look up toward. To that end, he is his own harshest critic, and sets extremely high standards for his own achievements, working as hard as he can to live up to these self-imposed expectations. He has a profound and genuine love for magic, and is excited to make it his life's work, and on the eve of his commencement can barely contain himself with anticipation.

Aptitude: A prodigy among prodigies, Sekhandur has completed and exceeded the Pesedjet curriculum for every magical discipline within their sanction for instruction. Among these, he has shown a particular talent for Telekinesis, his aptitude for the most materially-focused discipline perhaps stemming from his materialistic upbringing.

Tutelary: As expected from one of such rich talents, Sekhandur summoned his Tutelary a full year before most students made their first attempts, and as such has spent much time bonding and becoming accustomed to her. His companion is called Nedjem, and takes the form of a living statue of a lynx, carved from shimmering blue gemstone and adorned with gold. Nedjem is arrogant as her master, but a great deal more condescending and cruel in comparison to him. The only human she has met that she considers her peer is Sekhandur himself, and she thinks the world of her master. Nedjem is intensely protective of Sekhandur, and tends to interpose herself between him and those she deems unworthy of his attention.

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Understand that the GM's word is final, though I'm willing to compromise where I can.

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Name: Radaam Esi

Age: 16

Appearance: Radaam has matured quickly, no longer the skinny long-legged boy some of his neighbours are at his age. He stands quite tall, towering over most of his peers, and his frame is solid and muscular, thanks in no small part to his dedication in honing it. The rich brown of his skin has been further deepened by a lifetime either working or training under the scorching sun, and his hands are rough and strong from both. His thick, long hair is black as river mud, and his eyes are dark as well; so dark, in fact, one may very well fail to notice they are actually blue. He does his best to look presentable in simple, loose-fitting clothing that allows him to move without getting in the way, usually made of well-used, inexpensive fabrics.

Background: Radaam comes from modest means. Hailing from a desert-dwelling people called the Chenzira, it was Radaam’s grandparents, along with a number of other members of their tribe, who did the arduous work of gaining Photepi citizenship and thus, leave to dwell within the city. Radaam’s family stayed where they originally settled, in a part of the city that acted like a buffer zone, a place filled with working-class (and often, recently naturalized) citizens separating the shantytowns from the middle class. Like many of their neighbours, Radaam’s parents were general labourers, working particularly as brickmakers helping to supply the ambitious infrastructure projects sanctioned by the Sekhmet. Still requiring some skill, their work was just too freelance to warrant membership in a craftsman’s fellowship. Income was modest and often irregular, but through diligent work and careful management, Radaam’s parents always ensured there was enough to get by.

Always present in Radaam’s community were the Khenetai. Often overlooked or outright ignored by his neighbours, they patrolled his area often, and were a common sight on the street. Their effect was profound; crime in Radaam’s area was rare and severely punished, and its residents thought little of sending their children to school unattended or hawking their wares in the street with minimal supervision. Radaam himself never thought of them as much more than a constant, as much a part of the streets as the lamps and paving stones, until such time that he needed their protection.

That time came one evening when he was about eight years old. It was dusk, and his parents were hurrying to finish their work before they lost the light, with Radaam and his little sister, only six, helping as best they could. When his sister opened the kiln hatch to try and stoke the fire, the sudden rush of air spit the flames out at her, engulfing her clothes and the dry thatch she carried in flame.

Instructed by his distraught parents, Radaam ran to the street and screamed bloody murder, beckoning two Khenetai officers to his aid. They rushed back to help his sister, administering medical aid with expertise the likes of which Radaam and his family could never have hoped to provide. Radaam attributes his sister’s survival to the actions of those two Khenetai that night, and from that day on, came to see them as akin to the heroes of legend.

In the years since, Radaam developed a fierce sense of patriotism in Photep and has dreamed of being selected for the Khenetai to serve the city as his childhood heroes did. He started training his body as soon as he reasonably could, but when he showed an aptitude for magic in school, both he and his parents worked their hardest to be able to send him to a moderately respected academy of sorcery, his parents hoping sorcery would brighten his future and Radaam hoping it would make him stand out in the eyes of the Khenetai. Applying himself diligently, Radaam’s work ethic rose him through the ranks of his school, and he stands now at commencement at the top of his class, a prime candidate for the Cults - provided there’s any room left after the picking from Pesedjet is done.

Personality: With his height, muscular build and oft-present stonefaced expression, Radaam cuts a much more imposing figure than he really is. While some may mistake him for cold or even angry by his usual thoughtful frown, Radaam is actually a kind and gentle soul, happy to keep quiet while others speak and simply do what he can to help. His greatest virtue is his work ethic; Radaam will do any task, no matter how small, as if it were vitally important, and has been known to make up for any lack of innate talent with an abundance of hard work. Above all, Radaam has a strong sense of responsibility, justice, and balance; it’s a small wonder the Khenetai appeal to him so much.

Aptitude: Were Radaam attending Pesedjet, he would hardly be remarkable; however, at his smaller academy, his unwavering dedication placed him at the top of his class. He’s dabbled in all disciplines with the exception of Pyromancy and has taken a particular interest in the mysteries of Biomancy, influenced in no small part by the medicinal expertise he witnessed that fateful night with the Khenetai. Overall, Radaam will admit that he is not interested in researching magic for magic’s sake, but rather to advance how it can be applied to improve everyday life.

Tutelary: Radaam rose to the top of his class through dogged effort, and one of the things that set him apart from his peers was being the first to summon his tutelary - even if he only preceded his classmates by a few weeks. His tutelary is named Toruk, taking the form of a young desert viper in colours much more vibrant than the dusty reds and browns found in nature, with pointed scales that look to be made of obsidian and ceramic. Toruk rarely speaks, but his curious and mischievous nature is abundant in his actions, contrasting his master’s much more reserved demeanour. It is not unusual to find Toruk snooping around in someone’s satchel or a bookshelf high out of reach, and he’s prone to investigating where he shouldn’t. He listens to his master (more or less) but never acts to his detriment; in fact, Toruk is fiercely protective of Radaam, and will do all he can to aid him in his endeavours and further his ambitions - even when his ‘help’ isn’t altogether wise or warranted.

Other:

• As stoic as he is, one might not expect that his sister's ordeal eight years ago actually made Radaam afraid fire. He won't turn heel and run from the cookfire, but he gives torches a wide berth, and Pyromancy is off the table.

Name: Khaemtir Maryatum

Age: 16

Appearance: Preferring to wear flowing, colorful silks over cotton, Khaemtir dresses to his social standing in a flashy style. His accessories are usually gold, and he wears a lot with his piercings that his mother has been trying to dissuade him from keeping, but rarely display any sort of gem unless the occasion demands it. He stands just under 5’ 10”, a little shorter than his father and average for his classmates, but he is broad shouldered and muscular, the result of hard training and an athletic nature. HIs cheerful disposition is easily apparent, between the perpetual sparkle in brown eyes and the smile he keeps most everywhere he goes.



Background: Stretching back to the founding of Phetop, the Maryatum family considers themselves a pillar of the great city. They fanatically keep their lineage well documented back to the days before the Crimson King and a list of the achievements of each member. They drill their history into each generation, ensuring the traditions that made their family so great endure unchanged through the centuries. While this makes them come off as rigid and old fashioned, the Maryatums consider it preserving history in a world where progress threatens to consume it. They’ve maintained Lordship over the same trade district since the founding of the city and their influence is obvious; although modern building materials have been admitted, buildings and stalls are still required to replicate the original architecture of the city as closely as possible.

The early matriarchs of the family helped establish the Red Orders under the direction of the Crimson King and they’ve maintained a presence in them ever since, prompting the family to teach combat and math through private tutors in addition to their children’s regular education. The call of service is the highest honor, with Lord Pimay Maryatum commanding a position of some authority in the Order Sehkmet, but it isn’t the only path for the family to take. Those who aren’t called serve under the current matriarch, Lady Kiya Maryatum, and focus on maintaining the family’s business and social standings. They’re known for hosting large charity events in traditional Phetopian style that benefit educational and low income housing social services.

Khaemtir is the youngest of three, two sisters older than him by ten and eight years respectively. His eldest sister is a double of their mother, focused and determined and set in the past. She serves at their mother’s side faithfully and loves the city beyond most Lions. His other sister serves one of the Red Orders but Khaemtir has learned to stop asking about her work. The last time he did, she’d taken one piece from every game set he owned and it drove him insane. The expectations for Khaemtir were blessedly low; all of the required roles are filled which left him far more flexibility than his siblings. He grew up slipping away from tutors and lessons with little repercussion but with low expectations also comes little attention despite fulfilling the youngest sibling role perfectly. His grades were satisfactory, his mother far too fearsome for anything less, but they rarely held his interest, disappearing to his friends instead. He was permitted the freedom so long as his grades stayed up and his actions didn’t bring shame to the family name.

That changed when his affinity for magic made itself known. Only three other Maryatums ever became Sorcerers and none of them were living. The expectations suddenly exploded as his parents threw him head first into the Pesedjet. The change was jarring and he struggled with the adjustment to the stifling requirements but the fact that it was magic made it a little easier. Going from the extra child to something unique present quite a challenge as his carefree personality clashed with his studies.

But it was also the motivation he needed. Going from nothing to somebody in the family changed the entire dynamic and he took to magic like a fish to water. He learned and consumed everything he could and, while he could never be considered a great scholar by far, his passion for the subject couldn’t be denied.

Personality: Carefree, attention seeking, and mischievous, Khaemtir is a younger sibling through and through. He’s flirty and social, flitting from one conversation to another in an unbroken chain through the day. He’s energetic and upbeat which lends him to preferring physical activities over his studies. Most of the time when he isn’t pouring over his magical studies or when he’s avoiding the boring ones, he’s practicing his family’s sword techniques, playing some game in the sun with his friends, or working out. His devotion to magic is an anomaly as any of his family tutors would tell you but it’s clear he is dedicated to his craft as it’s a topic of discussion that he could go on for hours if someone lets him.

Unfortunately, his cushioned lifestyle makes him come off as insensitive sometimes. His upbringing was dedicated to the matters of the old aristocracy and he surrounded himself with them. He often fails to understand issues outside of that scope which leads to poor conversation with those outside of his social class. More than once he’s stepped on someone’s toes and struggled to give out an apology for something he didn’t understand.

Aptitude: Surprising everyone, including himself, Khaemtir’s potential for magical practice has shown itself stunningly. Khaemtir’s aptitude and passion has seen him excel in nearly every Pesedjir curriculum except one glaring, failing exception: Biomancy, something that makes him retch at the thought of it. Pyromancy has had his heart from day one and the eve of his commencement has done nothing but stoke the passion.

Tutelary: Udjebten’s summoning was unexpected. Khaemtir was ready for the spell to take some work but instead Udjebten appeared as if she had always been there and was just waiting to be seen. She took the form of a baby hippo with three eyes, one made of ruby, one of sapphire, and one of emerald, and is a delicate balance of maternal instinct and aggression. She dotes on him, insisting he take care of himself and demanding he keep better habits, but her advice on most problems are usually straightforward and violent. Someone insulted you? It’s hard to talk without a jaw. Someone forgot to do their part for a project? A little fire never hurt anyone. Udjebten has taken a liking to his mother and her advice sounds more and more like her everyday, much to Khaemtir’s chagrin.

Name: Anatu Taauth

Age: 16



Background: It is said that Anatu's great-grandfather was cursed with daughters. He himself only had five, but each of them had only daughters as well, as did each one of those daughters. Anatu and her sisters failed to break this "curse," but by this time it's only referred to as something of a joke.

Her mother, Bilit, is a sorcerer herself, from the Cult of the Serpent. Her father, Sekh, "works for the Rehati," but Anatu isn't sure what this means. Two of her sisters are in the Fellowship of Quiet Companions, and the third is in the Fellowship of Stellar Philosophy.

Bilit Taauth is a powerful and ambitious sorcerer. Her skill with biomancy is such that political rivals have. Begun to spread rumors that her family deliberately altered themselves to produce only beautiful daughters. Though probably untrue, this rumor has directly affected the lives of her daughters, who have been forced to fend off suitors from an inappropriately young age. This has led half of them to join in the fashion of cover themselves. The other half became prostitutes instead.
All three of Anatu's older sisters, as well as her mother are well respected members of their various fields.

Anatu, the youngest of her siblings, is the first to show any aptitude for magic. Bilit made sure her youngest daughter went into the Presedjet to further her education, with the hope that she would join her in the Cult of the Serpent. Anatu's father, for his part, encouraged this development as much as he did anything in her life. Which is to say, he consented to his share of the cost.

Personality: Sociable and charming. Anatu is a people pleaser, and her greatest weakness is that she can't stand it when someone doesn't like her. She is kind and helpful, but will attempt to befriend even those who clearly don't want it.

Aptitude: While attending Presedjet, she showed herself remarkably teachable, and thus far no avenue of magical study has proven too difficult for her. She is, however, particularly adept at the more concrete and physical studies, such as pyromancy and particularly telekenisis.

Tutelary: A sardonic calico cat called Amontu. A bit of a foil for Anatu, Amon is distant and reserved, but loves Ana in her own quiet way.

She has a peculiar quirk in which her mismatched pattern often changes from day to day.

Name: Sirvan Nouzari

Age: 16

Appearance: Short black hair with gray eyes and with coffee-colored skin. He is an average height for his age with an above-average build. Sirvan dresses modestly but, a bit minimal based clothing due to his clan's culture. Along with having a tattoo of his clan's symbol on his right shoulder which he keeps bare of clothing to show it proudly.

Background: Sirvan's family used to be a clan of nomadic horsemen called the Nouzari that had decided to live in Phetop decades ago. It was his grandparents and others of his clan that made the effort to gain citizenship and integrate into Phetop's society. Where his clan would settle in a district in the southern part of the city, near the southern gate of the city.

When it became known that Sirvan had the potential to be a sorcerer was met with mixed reception from his clan. For after an incident with a magic-user before the clan moved to Phetop. The clan has seen magic with disdain and which after moving to Phetop. This has lessened somewhat but, the stigma remains. Thus, some of the clan started to stop seeing Sirvan and shunned him.

Sirvan himself thought of being a Sorcerer was one with distinction and was excited to learn more and to use magic. Sirvan found that he excelled at and earn high marks with his teachers. Ever curious about magic, he read as much as he could about the magic disciplines while learning to use the different disciplines. Which his proudest moment was when he managed to summon his tutelary ahead of his classmates. Now he hopes to be inducted into one of the Cults and continue his path to becoming a Sorcerer.

Personality: Sirvan growing up has always been an inquisitive person. Curious about the world both inside and outside of Phetop. He tends to like to study alone though he does enjoy the company of others. Along with being rather kind and friendly to the people around him. He holds his clan in high esteem and is proud of his heritage but, won't preach about it likes some of his clanmates. Also, once he sets his mind on something, it can hard for people to dissuade him from that task or idea.

Aptitude: While at Presedjet, he has experience and has daddled with all of the magic disciplines. He shows most promise with pyromancy, favoring controlling lighting over fire. Also shows promise in telekinesis.

Tutelary: Being named Amata and taking the form of a large falcon with kyanite gemstones for eyes. Since Sirvan summoned her, Amata has treated him like a loving sibling. Making he does not forget important things and likes to spend time with him. Also, the occasional teasing to get a rise out of him. Amata also so hates cramp rooms as they restrict her ability to fly and sometimes rests on Sirvan's shoulder while he is walking.