In a tucked away corner of a magical valley, on the edges of a major kingdom, there sat a prestigious, magical college. Students of magic, of all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds, came to learn from some of the greatest masters of their arts; Zin the Spectacular, head of the College of Illusions, who once saved a city from a dragon's wrath, by making it look like the entire city was actually a mile away. Korlo the Brooding, a master conjurer who is said to know the true names of more than four hundred outsiders. Arafarael the Seductress, a woman so steeped in enchantment magic, it's said that she can convince a chaste holy man to bed her with just three words. And countless more, all under one roof, training the next generation of heroes and legends.<br/><br/>Of course, not all of the instructors teach solely magical pursuits; lore, research, potions, scrolls, and even combat, were left up to masters in their own field. As our story begins, we focus in on a small class, gathered on the training grounds, for the first class of the year.<br/><br/>"So, what's this class, again?" "Basic Martial Defenses for the Magically Inclined." "Common, please, for those of us who don't spend our lives, noses buried in books?" "It's a class on how to fight." "This is stupid. I can control the raw power of the universe. Why do I need to know how to fight?"