Sorcerer Itinerant (A Mage Errant Quest)

Stepping off the sand-ship and onto the docks of Skyhold, you find yourself staring up. And then even higher, forcing your neck to crane back all the way. Standing at the seat of a tall mountain, the sight of the college is one that leaves you breathless.

Carved directly into its surface, the College of Skyhold is a series of awnings, balconies, and verandas that switchback all the way up. The sheer scale beats out most cities and is considered one of the marvels of architectural magic. Dozens of ships sail in and out of the Endless Erg, a desert spanning half the continent. The one you arrived in, The Drifting Cloud, is one such vessel.

A voice catches your attention from behind you. "Hey-"

Who are you?
[] Male
[] Female
[] Nonbinary

"- you forgot one of your bags!" A sailor calls, grinning in amusement as he throws the large satchel your way. Catching it, you're greatly relieved that someone remembered. Losing the paperwork in this back would have been a big issue. You worked hard studying enough to pass the entrance exams, and your family needed to apply for a scholarship, being well off but not high class. At least by the standards of your home-

From where do you hail?
[] Lothal - A city of stone, formed from thousands of basalt columns.
[] Theras Tel - The jewel of the Endless Erg, a city of sand.
[] Highvale - Reaching towards the heavens, a city of valleys.
[] Ras Andis - A city of storms, a bulwark against the sea.

A moment of homesickness falls over you, but it quickly passes as the excitement returns. You've arrived. Skyhold, the premier establishment of learning. There are larger colleges and places of learning certainly, but this one has the most quality. No students that graduate from here ever struggle for an occupation.

Learning magic is why you came here. To fully explore your burgeoning affinities and get an education that will take you far. Casting your gaze over the busy docks, you try to sink into the strange affinity sense that has started forming since you first discovered them. Closing your eyes, you can almost feel a sixth sense as you tap into it, feeling out the nearby -

What magic do you call your own?
[] Write in. Affinities generally follow common elements. Fire, water, wind, force. Meta affinities exist, but are subject to QM approval. You can have a maximum of three.

Your first strange sensation is one that caused you quite a bit of confusion. 'Wind', but not in the normal sense. A winding, spiral sensation that clues you in to the location of various objects and patterns. A coiled rope, a metal spring. Locks of hair. It's a very subtle affinity, though you can feel quite far with it. Small flashes of existence in areas as far as ten meters.

Second in your strange new feelings is the sensation of cold. Out here in the desert one would think it difficult to find such a thing, but you discover very quickly that shaded objects are significantly colder than the sand. Jarring portions of cold pop out to your sight-beyond-sight, hues turning from a dark red to a light blue. People are the strangest, being a mish-mash of colors. Within the shacks and buildings you can even feel the pure white that is frost and ice in people's larders.

Lastly, your affinity towards sight. Originally you had thought yourself to only have two affinities. But then you started noticing people's eyes on you. Literally. Conical rays of 'sense' began to trickle into your conciousness. Even now, this deep in your senses, you flinch every time someone looks at you. Suddenly a field of 'I AM LOOKING' has turned its attention to you. It's uncomfortable to say the least. But, you have to admit, having three affinities is certainly a blessing.

Far better than being one of the mindblind. Such a fate isn't kind. Honing your senses, you try to pick up on the one that is the most clear.

Pick which Affinity is the strongest. Dice mechanics will be explained later, but currently you have three 'pools' to align. One pool will have 3d6 dice, one will have 2d6, and one will have 1d6. Your affinities will grow with time and training, but for now you must pick one to be more powerful than the others.

[] [Spiral] - xd6
[] [Frost] - xd6
[] [Sight] - xd6

Satisfied that your magic isn't acting up, you pull your senses back and into the world. The sounds of hustle and bustle return, and you're quickly grumbled at for standing in the middle of the dock. Chastised, you pat some sand off of your skirt and continue forwards.

Exiting the docks, you can already see a crowd of students forming outside the massive doors that make up Skyhold's entryway. Dozens, from all corners of the continent, stand idly as they wait for the official-looking figure to finish asking names. You spot several Highvaleans amidst the crowd. Part of you has to instinctively not attempt to bow to the noble-looking one, but you refrain. You're a proper wizard, now. Both students. The white haired girl has no authority over you.

Approaching the official, he adjusts his spectacles and looks towards you. "Another one? Very well. What is your name?"

[] [Name] - Write in.