You confronted manifold dangers in your career, witnessed terrible things that had the worst intentions toward you and yours.

You bargained with a spirit of air, forged a pact with a sylph, or discovered secret magical knowledge in a windswept place.

The philosopher’s stone can defeat death, transmute base materials into precious metals, and cure any ailment.

You were right all along.

Whether new to the spirits of the land or a longtime ally, becoming an animist reveals to you the greater mysteries in communing with these entities and profiting from them.

Your exemplary efforts earned you the esteem of the High One’s church, and you have been invited to participate in a special ceremony that will imbue you with the god’s favor henceforth.

The archmages form a loose society of dangerous spellcasters, each versed in magic’s most ruinous aspect.

The lights in the heavens feed your appetite for magical energy.

Randomness plays no part in the outcomes of Order spells, and for that reason the tradition appealed to you.

It helps to know your way around weapons and armor, but all you really need to fight well is to keep up your studies of War magic.

You acquire a familiar, a spirit bound into the form of an animal.

You found favor with Fetch, the god of thieves, mischief, and freedom.

One day you fell into a fever, gripped by an illness you were certain would put an end to your life.

You roll the dice and they come up 1s.

The restrictions traditional methods impose on magic are arbitrary and short-sighted, or so you believe.

To turn back the clock or speed up time so that the moments flow like a stream of rushing water—these desires lured you to specialize in Chronomancy.

As a master of the Conjuration tradition, you begin to see the connectedness of all things, with faint threads reaching from one thing to another, one person to yet another, creating a tapestry that encompasses all.

You learn the secrets of Cryomancy, discovering more ways to shape ice and create cold with magic.

Embracing the catastrophic aspects of magic made mastering the Destruction tradition an obvious choice for you.

Promises of swift and easy power seduced you to studying the Dark Arts.

Some believe the future has already been written, that all choices have been weighed and made before the eyes of the gods.

While Draconus sleeps, the Ancient Ones remain in the god’s grip, trapped there as they have been for thousands of years.

What have you to fear from enemies when you can control what they think and feel?

In studying the Evocation tradition, you learned that there was once a single language spoken by the gods, and to this language all tongues spoken today owe their existence.

The Fates have a small cult following in the mortal world, largely those with an interest in divining the future: fortune tellers, seers, prophets, and the like.

The custom of allowing criminals to “go to Want” survived the fall of the Great Kingdom, and gangs of flagellants wander the wilds of the borderlands and beyond as they have done for centuries.

You felt the energy thrumming through the ground, a vast and terrible wellspring that you can tap to fuel your magic.

In the radiance of Mother Sun, you find your future.

The Library of Aman-Keth fell with the Empire of old.

Through your great deeds you have won the esteem of the god you serve, and upon you now rests the mantle of high priest.

The Horned Lord snatched you up by the neck and peered deep into your eyes.

Water extinguishes flames.

What is real and what is fantasy?

The Invocation tradition stands apart from others, for the magic it offers comes not from the world or from within, but from the gods themselves.

The goddess of justice and order, Blind, incarnates the rule of law and balanced systems of government, and encourages concord in civilized lands.

So dangerous has the Sea of Fear become that many believe Oceanus, the god of the deep, hates land-dwellers.

Urbanus appeared before you and tasked you with becoming a unifying force in the world, to lift your people from cruelty and tyranny, and to become something better.

The Wild Woman is one half of a primal pair of deities as old as Lord Death, if not older.

The god of magic, Abraxus, elevates the most prized and devoted servants to the title of magister and entrusts them with the great secrets of magic.

Sister Moon draws most of her followers from the ranks of young people living on the edges of the wilderness, where they have an unobstructed view of the night sky.

You need no reminder of what Lord Death thinks about Necromancy and those who practice this dark art, yet you have firmed your resolve and thrown yourself into the tradition to discover it’s strange and terrible secrets.

As an oneiromancer, you have ready access to the Dreamland, a place formed by dreamers long ago that now persists as a warped mirror of the mortal world.

You see wild shapes at the edges of your vision, hear growls and whimpers, snarls and screams.

Pyromancy’s enduring popularity stems from its raw destructive potential.

After Kaen was betrayed by and murdered at the hands of the cyclopes, Lord Death took his shade and bound it to a suit of armor.

You’ve put up with obligations your whole life.

One day you noticed an odd growth on your body, a strange ridge pushing up the skin.

The Skullduggery tradition provides all kinds of ways to defraud, steal, and get the better of others.

Your studies of Shadowmancy have left an indelible mark upon you.

Specialization in Alteration magic makes your form fluid.

When the specter of death appeared before you, you fell to your knees, certain that your time on Erth had come to its ends.

Many cultures worship their deified ancestors, but among the dwarfs, the practice remains strong and informs how individuals conduct themselves.

You stand between the worlds of the living and the dead.

The Sky Father pours all his anger into you, and in so doing transforms you into his avatar.

Spells and other forms of magic allow casters to call forth creatures from elsewhere in the world and compel them to do their bidding.

With brush and ink, with chisel, or even your very own flesh and blood, you practice drawing symbols and imbuing them with lasting magic.

A focus on Technomancy grants you greater control over the gadgets and gizmos you make with it.

It could be that you always had a knack for sensing the feelings and thoughts of people around you.

You have had your fill of chains and ropes, bindings and obligations.

Hate, the goddess of war, strides across the battlefields, inspiring combatants to ever greater acts of violence.

The mighty and ancient Grandfather Tree elevated you to be a holy guardian of the forests.