Faculty of Unique Magic

Sometimes it seems to me that instead of another world, I ended up in a crazy asylum. I live in one room with a melancholy healer and a hot-tempered necromancer. Behind the wall there’s an underdone shapeshifter, an artofact-poet, and a battle mage who clearly has secrets. Around the house wanders a boring spirit, and under the windows a bored zombie howls. The university management despises us, other students treat us like nothing, and the future holds nothing good for us. We are unique mages. Outcasts. But for our place in the sun, we’ll fight for it yet.