Role

Chapter 4

His first stop was to the paladin's guild, where he was summarily rejected from entering its halls. 'You have a red aura,'
he was told, yet when he looked down, all he could see was the pale color of his skin. He dismissed that, and all,
paladins as being insane and potentially color blind, and moved on to the healers guild. He lasted about five minutes
before the boredom of it all overtook him, and after chopping his way through the foliage of the druid's guild found
himself standing in a place of great magic in the Academy.

His first visit was to the conjurer's guild, where he recognized the shape of a portal that he recalled seeing in his
youth. He was most interested in this guild, however being the social deviant that he was, he did not make any
friends there. As the instructor was attempting to teach the boy how to cast a magic missile, Halifan noticed what
looked like a black raven at the guildmaster's side and proceeded to grab it, crack its' neck apart, and bite into
it. Some habit are hard to break, it would seem. Halifan was quickly escorted out.

The invoker's guild did not take long. One fire, two electrified cats, and an earthquake later, Halifan was on his way
to the necromancer's guild. One look around was enough for the young boy - they were all wearing black robes. Surely
life was not so depressing as to relegate oneself to spending time with the dead. And so Halifan skipped along to
his next guild.

In the shapeshifter's guild, Halifan found a mirror. When he looked at the mirror, he did not see himself, but rather
that of some unspeakable beast. This brought great joy to Halifan. Whatever he would concentrate on, no matter
how improbable or anatomically incorrect, the mirror would show back to Halifan. A lion, a tiger, an eagle, a spider.
Halifan was able to warp the definitions of all of these beasts into his own twisted reality, and suddenly they were
horrific versions of themselves. He decided then, this would be the path that resonated the best with him.