[Ghost Reaper]

Jolthic entered the Grand Hall of the mage's guild, wonder filling his eyes, as his dream of becoming a mage was finally coming true. There was so much to take in. The fellow mages walking by in robes or different types of light armor. The banners and decorations covering the walls and ceilings. This place was truly a sight to behold. He was to report to his newly appointed Master, one of the best in the whole land.

As Jolthic strolled down the halls to his master's chambers, he looked back on his upbringing. Orphaned at a young age as his parents were killed by bandits, he was raised in the local orphanage with other children. This would have been a palatable environment for him to age, but his magical aptitude caused him to be socially exiled by his peers. Only with his drive and determination, was he able to overcome his struggles and be placed here at the ripe age of 18. He continued passed some other students his age and he eventually arrived at his destination. He gently knocked on the wooden door, waiting for it to swing open.