It’s a normal day in the Age of Hope, though things are changing. Being on the cusp of a new cycle, the air grows warmer and the days longer; local rumour speaks of a potential Age of Sun on the horizon

In spite of that, the day had been quite standard: You were performing your duties as usual when from a maelstrom of frost stepped a figure clad in white and cyan robes lined with gold around the collar. They carry a staff tipped with a ice-blue crystal built into it, and a pointy wizard hat atop their head