The Winding Circle

The Winding Circle

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In the country of Emelan, there are those who are born with the Gift. These people are commonly called mages. The mainstream form of magecraft is Academic Magic, which can be taught at any University across the country; provided you are born with the aptitude. Some mages are born with more of the Gift than most, these mages are capable of Ambient Magic and are born with a natural magical speciality. Unfortunately, magekind has long been divided, due to inferior jealousy and fear of their unpredictable power. In the aftermath of the Ambient Genocide Resurgence, ambient mages, now more than ever, need the sanctuary of the Winding Circle; a temple established to protect and foster ambient mages. But as a wicked blood mage gains power and an unstoppable magical plague spreads across the country of Emelan, ambient mages are hunted in exchange for cures. Mages in the present might not realise that looking to the past for help might have sealed all of their futures.
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