Shadow

Shadow is considered by some the gateway to the undivine elements. And thus, by some it is deemed taboo and almost evil. Not illegal, but a harbinger of malfortune and contactor of darkness. But most mages would classify it as the humblest of the elements. A shadow wielder is most likely to be undetectable by other powerful mages and it yields the least flashy characteristics. Though this is not true of every shadow wielder, as there are a few who are often filled with hubris and tend to be on the flashier side of the magic spectrum.

Way of the Umbromancer

Pull your power from the nothingness that surrounds you.

His staff seemed to hum with an unapparent energy. It was, for lack of better words, untapped with magical potential, practically bursting forth like tree sap on a particularly hot day. He dared the soldiers facing him to take a step forward. No, he begged them. Limitless power flooded through his fingertips, focusing itself into the staff as one raised his sword. As he lunged, he saw for a split second, the realization in the poor soldier’s eye that he may as well have been facing off against a god.

Way of the Murkdancer

The shadows on the wall will dance at your command.

Magic, combat, it was all too similar to dancing. She had been a dancer all her life, since the moment she could walk. But when the time came to transfer that skill, to make it into something deadly, it was too easy. Now she danced; she danced with darkness and with shadows. She danced on the edge of duty and insanity. But to her, it just felt like dancing.

Way of the Nightbinder

Bind the mists of the night to your way and will.

Bind it, the book said. Whatever that meant, the fledgling mage had no clue. It was a poor descriptor really, aren’t learning cues supposed to make sense? He tried again, to bind the night, whatever that entailed. Bind it; like the pages of a book. Bind it; like a bundle of sticks. Bind it; like signing an agreement that cannot be broken. Then it made sense: that’s what it felt like.

Way of the Darkaegis

Draw from the darkness; a shield.

It truly was a shield of pure shadows. They didn’t think it was possible, nobody did, until he fabricated it. Now, it didn’t matter if they were previously skeptical about what he just did. It didn’t matter their personal gripes or philosophies about magic unsheathed from the shadows. Now, they needed him, and his shield made out of the night.

Way of the Tenebris

Deafen with the quiet sounds of the night.

The mages had their time to shine; breaking through the defensive line elegantly and beautifully. Then it was the regular soldiers, who broke through the next line with force and numbers. Now it was his turn; to break through the line by any means necessary. He was an animal, unhinged and untamed. His superiors knew it; now it was time for everyone else to.

Way of the Twilightbreaker

Standing steadfast in the dying of the light.

Time went on, as it had for centuries. Morning, noon, evening. Day, night, midday, midnight. Dusk, dawn. The chaos unfolded on the battlefield beyond the hill he stood on. The sky was yellow, it faded into orange, bled into a deep red, then began the purples which would later bring the blues and finally the blackness. It had been twilight for some time now, and he had stood patient for the longest time. But it was now time for time to move forward. It was time for the twilight to break and bring forth the night.

Way of the Assassin

Force your way through, as any good assassin would.

An assassin could be anyone, magical gifted or not. It did not require a certain magic practice, or even a certain weapon. It did not require one to move silently in the night, crawl into windows and secret tunnels to slit someone’s throat in their sleep. It did not require one to command the shadows. All it required was the willingness of a man to kill another. Though sometimes, the absolute obedience of the night and shadows did help.

Way of the Shadestalker

Death by silence.

Her prey awaited in the streets bellow. She followed as best she could, moving from rooftop to balcony, swinging across poles, walking across beams. All without making a sound. Her quarry looked paranoid, as it should be. Though it could not detect what loomed over it, threatening its very existence. And it would stay that way until the very end.

Way of the Duskblade

A blade for when darkness falls.

He was faster than his opponent, more agile and athletic. The longsword was thrusted towards him and he sprung out of the way, flipping over on his hand to avoid its cutting edge. He would give his enemy credit; for his size and weight of the weapon he was quite fast. Swinging vigorously, giving himself little time to flip, tumble or roll out of the way. The shadows he began to conjure would blur his movement, hopefully giving him an opening. He felt for the handle tucked by his forearm. Something about the little guys they don’t tell you about; they always have a trick up their sleeve.

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