The gods that shaped your world, filled the seas, and molded humans to walk the lands, also made mages. Made you. If you and your kind were such an “affront to the gods”, why had they created you?

Hypocrisy never sat well with you, so you generally steered clear of religion whenever possible. Which wasn’t exactly difficult when you lived the life of a nomad, flitting from place to place like a leaf on the breeze.

Hailing from deep within the mountains of Ivremid, Vor’s lush countryside was a long way from home. But to you, home was your magic and your wit, and maybe a few animal companions to keep you company.

You were staying at a local bed & breakfast, when you first heard what was apparently the latest in town gossip.

“Have you gone to church recently? Well you should- the new pastor is so dreamy.”

Those who considered themselves godly folk were taught shame for having “lust in their hearts.” You on the other hand, had no such shame. And the moment your eyes landed on the pastor, all intentions you had of “just taking a look” vanished.

The pastor in question, Pastor Aviv, was clearly passionate. His teachings were compelling, and his stories heartfelt. He seemed to have this heavenly glow about him as he spoke. And it would have been endearing if you didn’t know that glow when you saw it.

The glow a light mage emits when they feel strong emotion. How could a mage fall so deep into the church that he seems to have successfully fooled even himself into thinking his existence was wrong?

After the sermon, you lingered in the church garden, reading a book idly. When the pastor showed, he took a seat at a table to do paperwork. But he kept getting interrupted by soft meows and little paws on parchment.

As if the glowing wasn’t enough, the animal affinity gave him away completely. You knew he was a mage. But the question was, did he?

You’d become so lost in thought that you barely heard him when he spoke.

“Excuse me but I don't think we’ve met. Ambrose Aviv. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”