In the Empire of Drakhoran power is a part of everyday life the masses dream,work, live,die and even kill for it. It's a known trait of its people. The Empire's domain stretches ever so and covers a whole two continents and it's ever lasting expansion lives the world in terror, even as the enter an industrial era their tyranny still boils hot.
The empire adores power that they dedicated over a whole state on the west of the Old continent to run an academy that's meant to raise champions and leaders of the empire. The first emperor's goal as he put it was that power isn't given by the divine but earned and only by standing alongside those called your equals and rising above them can one truly aquire power beyond limitations.
This has made the academy a sort of competitive environment the strongest get to rule over the majority and the lesser destroy themselves trying to match their pairs.
On average the academy let's about 20% of applicants and that 20% consists of 100% of the nobility and a minority of the commoners making the all round accepted applicants 150 people.
And among the initial students accepted only 30 to 48% of them make it to graduation,the others may have been killed, gone mad or left the academy on their own will. Some are just unaccounted for sometimes reasons being that they are taken by the very magics gave their lives studying.
The academy doesn't really look after the students at all and everyone is left to fend for themselves, there are no rules that protect the students from violation of human rights from anyone either from on or off campus.
The only rules that exist are to ensure safety of academy property and that is basically it,other than that it's free game.
In recent years how ever the student council has put laws in place that prohibit most of the vale acts that took place here.This has lead to an increase in survival by some what.
Even in the madness their are those who live guided by their own principles and experiences. Because when all is lost to them they take each step in the belief that this isn't all that life is meant to be.
As the sun rises and its rays bless the academy with light a young man walkes the hallways of the academy.
As the walks he thinks as to how air changes and the how the silent dread rises ,he swears he can almost taste it .As he walks he can hear his footsteps echo the halls infinitely he lives in pain as it can be seen on his face,but doesn't mind opinions.
He is a norm he's light brown maybe a symbol that indicates that he is mixed blood,mixed bloods are rare on this side of the empire. He walks slowly as he enters the library and as he passes we hear a whisper ,It's him right?
Yes.
That is indeed, THE MAGE SLAYER.