Light

Light is one of the more uncommon of the divine elements. Wielding light requires a certain strength in spirit different from any other elements. While not all light wielders are righteous, morally perfect warriors, one cannot be hesitant or impartial and expect to succeed. Wielding light is about choosing a hill, and defend it or die trying. It requires grace and flow like wind, but the passion and control like fire.

Way of the Auromancer

They cannot block the light. Show them what happens when they try.

Complex runes and lines manifested in front of her, forming a dynamic glowing circle. She punched her arm through it and felt the power flow throughout her entire body. She was not a very vengeful person, she thought as she conjured a blade of light in her palm. But this was personal.

Way of the Daybringer

Push back the falling night, whatever that may be.

Those who saw her might have thought she was a fire mage. Wreathed in holy sunfire, she brought down the break of dawn upon the two forsaken warriors in front of her. It was fascinating how much that line seemed to blur. Fire? Light? It didn’t matter. These men would face retribution all the same.

Way of the Brightmender

Become whole again.

There was a tent full of injured and dying people. There wasn’t nearly enough medics for all of them. They had been so focused on getting as many fighting men as possible that they had forgotten about competent medics. This war required much more than they ever could have thought, and they only realized when it was too late. They had gathered every single person with an aptitude for light magic, from children to those who could barely walk, and handed them a few pieces of paper. Now she was here. There were so many people who needed her help; no point in procrastinating any further.

Way of the Skysplitter

Rip the sky apart and bring the heavens crashing down.

The Pallaxen’s sword moved with a speed not found among any race on the continent. It was mere milliseconds away from cutting him every time the stroke fell. But he had one this the forsaken warrior didn’t have. The next blow was blocked with pure, crystalized light. Then it shattered in a storm of light and dust. He took his opportunity and charged him through broken light. It was over in the next minute. He stood victorious over the Pallaxen. It truly was a rush, every time the light flooded into his hand and out his fingertips. It never got old.

Way of the Paladin

Light is not always holy, but for you... it is.

The gargantuan doors of the temple quivered every time the Dwarven battering ram hit it. There were only a few of them left to defend their people. The rest had been slaughtered in the streets, along with many of the other Tolians living in Zhubus. He was enraged. Every part of him wanted those doors to come crashing down so he could unleash his rage on the Dwarven bastards that would come flooding through. He had served the gods all his life, he would hate to keep them waiting now.

Way of the Dawnshield

You are a shield, don't let them tell you otherwise.

A shield. Around them all, she conjured. The servants of darkness that came flooding out of the caverns in the mountains had surrounded them. Nothing but innocents and refugees. There was a ward around them, it must have been nearly blinding from the other side. It wouldn’t hold for long, nothing ever does. It gave them time to prepare, but these people weren’t fighters. They wouldn’t last long. She would hold it for as long as she possibly could. And then she’d hold it a little longer.

Way of the Illuminate

Light the way.

The cave was dark. Not just night time dark. But so dark you may as well have been blind. The light he conjured didn’t help much. At first it was sounds. Some sort of mindless chatter at first, but it eventually became clear it was talking. Nothing he could understand, but it was clearly a distinct form of communication. Then it was the eyes. Like cracks in a stone wall, they glowed all around him. Then, as his eyes began to adjust, he saw shapes and figures. He would have one chance at this. He gripped his blade tight in one hand and held the mote of light in his other. With a deep breath, the cavern lit up with a glorious, blinding light. He had mere seconds.

Way of the Glowknave

Light comes in many different shades; find yours.

The Empyrial Justiciar berated him, spit flew from his mouth right into his own face as the other one prepared a set of shackles, a smug look across his face. It was one bag of coins, the merchant hardly needed it. In fact, he didn’t even notice. Not a chance these damn Justiciars would take him in. When the man’s grip on his arm loosened, he drew his dagger and plunged it into his exposed leg. The Justiciar roared in pain and the other one drew his blade. With a wave of his hand, a fan of light appeared and sent the second one staggering back. When they both got up on their feet. He was long gone.

Way of the Pathfinder

Search for what needs to be found.

They were being chased. A couple set of horse’s hooves trotting through the leaves was the sole sound that broke through the rustling of the tree branches above them. She conjured a small mote of light in her hand then immediately thrusted it into the ground. She closed her eyes and visualized the directions until she knew it better than anything on the planet. She was used to getting them back on track, onto a road and beyond. But now? She had to get them lost.

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