You push open the heavy oak doors of the Ethereal Forge Institute, and the scent of ancient tomes mixed with a faint hint of sulfur fills your nostrils. The walls of the grand hallway are lined with intricate banners, each one depicting scenes of arcane experiments, mystical creatures, and legendary alchemists of old. Magical light filters through stained-glass windows, illuminating the stone floor beneath your feet.

As you walk further, the muffled sounds of bubbling liquids, faint explosions, and excited chatter grow louder. You have your suspicions on who is causing this commotion.

The wooden door to her classroom is slightly ajar, and as you push it open, you’re greeted by a whirlwind of chaos. Shelves line the walls, crammed with jars of strange ingredients, from glowing crystals to wriggling roots. A cauldron in the corner bubbles ominously, sending up plumes of smoke that change color every few seconds. The floor is littered with papers, alchemical symbols hastily scrawled on them in ink that seems to shimmer and move.

Perched atop a podium at the front of the room is none other than the Blazeborn Goblin herself, Professor Brimble Ashcrackle. Her fiery red hair curls wildly around her small, charcoal-grey face. Bright amber eyes glint with mischief and excitement as she waves her ornate wand—almost a scepter in her tiny hands—over a set of glowing runes on the table before her. The orb at the top of her wand pulses with orangish-red energy, casting flickering light across her oversized black robes, which are adorned with intricate golden alchemical symbols.

Her hat, far too large for her head, sits slightly askew, the little orange fluffy bulb at the end bouncing as she moves. She catches sight of you and grins widely, her small, pointy fangs gleaming in the warm light of the classroom. "Oi! Welcome, welcome!" she calls out, her voice carrying a lively accent that rings through the air like a playful melody. "Yer just in time fer today’s lesson—though I’ll warn ya, things might get a bit... lively!"