In your quest to understand the nature of the world, you have sought the designs with which Anar helped create it.

By your hand, by your will, the world will end, all consumed in fire.

You have studied with the Stoneforged and learned to design structures that rival their strength and their grace.

That which hovers just beyond sight and knowledge, you see and you know.

You fear neither blood nor battle as you tend to the wounds of those in need.

Your gods may yet be lost, but still, you and others continue to worship - and to wait.

You study the ancient texts, follow the rituals of tradition, and lead your life in the example of the gods.

The end is at hand, and you speak of it to anyone who might hear you, whether they choose to listen or not.

You derive a dark pleasure from learning the most desperate hopes of others' hearts, and then shattering them.

You have no home, no lands, no ties to bind you to one place. The road is all you have known, and will ever know.

You kill when ordered by the law, and feel nothing as the blade falls. It is your duty and nothing more.

Those who have passed beyond the veil are even now not yet beyond your reach as you call them to you for your own fell purposes.

The labors of the crafting guilds, as well as their wealth, are subject to your laws.

The flames of war ever follow in your wake, and peace is lost in your shadow.

Your quill records all that has come before, the trivial and the great.

The gods have set upon you the task to bring vengeance in their name.

Cloaked in shadows and mist, you weave a tapestry of half-truths and illusions until nothing is as it seems.

With a word, you can start or end a war, raise or lower a standard, and create or destroy a court.

Two fires burn within you - the love that you once had, and the hatred you hold for those that took it from you.

You're not certain just how fine the line is between madness and genius, but when it comes to your experiments, you don't really care.

Rumour has it that Qini's sceptre holds the power of life and death... a power that calls to you.

The rules and strictures and social mores of the world are for other people - you are determined to go your own way.

Your sword is for sale to the highest bidder, but there are things more valuable than jewels and gold...

The dead have chosen one of the living to speak on their behalf, and they have chosen you.

Though fate itself conspires to keep you apart, you cannot ignore the callings of your own heart when it comes to the one you love.

Every moment of every day of your life is filled with rituals and beliefs and that which you should and should not do.

It is your duty to oversee the work that goes toward maintaining the city, and you will see that work done by any means necessary.

The tales of Ulum's Spark drive you to find the hidden divinity within yourself and in others.

Not all conflicts can be resolved by words, and your feet are dark with the ashes that were once green fields.

The gods have spoken to you and made you their instrument - or so you believe.

You have a strong desire for order and efficiency, and a talent for organization.

The Masters of the Seven Courts have recognized you for your loyalty, and given you stewardship of their halls.

The Mistresses of the Seven Courts have recognized you for your loyalty, and given you the keys to their halls.

The Sages of the Seven Courts have recognized you for your loyalty, and given you access to their libraries.

The Soldiers of the Seven Courts have recognized you for your loyalty, and given you access to their armories.

The Temple Guardians of the Seven Courts have recognized your loyalty, and given you access to their Temples.

You have been recognized as a member of the Court of Wealth.

You have been recognized as a member of the Court of Illumination.

You have been recognized as a member of the Court of Wisdom.

You have been recognized as a member of the Court of Shadows.

You have been recognized as a member of the Court of Peace.

You have been recognized as a member of the Court of War.

You have been recognized as a member of the Court of Secrets.

Your affinity with Jewels has been recognized by the Court of Wealth, and they have named you an Artificer of the Court.

Your affinity with Lanterns has been recognized by the Court of Illumination, and they have named you a Lamplighter of the Court.

Your affinity with Tomes has been recognized by the Court of Wisdom, and they have named you a Scribe of the Court.

Your affinity with Mirrors has been recognized by the Court of Shadows, and they have named you a Reflection of the Court.

Your affinity with Pennants has been recognized by the Court of Peace, and they have named you a Herald of the Court.

Your affinity with Shields has been recognized by the Court of War, and they have named you a Shieldbearer of the Court.

Your affinity with Masks has been recognized by the Court of Secrets, and they have named you an Unseen of the Court.

Your desire to master the thirteen Dualities of the Greater Arcana have led you to become a Force of Nature.

Your desire to understand the thirteen Archetypes of the Greater Arcana have you to become a Lord of Souls.

Your desire to possess the thirteen Artifacts of the Greater Arcana have led you to become a Treasure Hunter.

You have visited all seven Courts and been recognized as a member of each - you have been granted the title of Emissary.

Your knowledge of the Elements has allowed you to adeptly manipulate them.

The Elements have no secrets from you anymore - they are now as much a part of you as you are of them.

The Arcana have no secrets from you anymore - they are now as much a part of you as you are of them.

Not even that which was lost is beyond your reach.

You have accepted that all things pass in their time, and it is not for you to seek what has been lost.

You are not one to wonder 'what if', focusing your attention on what is rather than what might be.

You have lost your way amid the cycles of infinity, doomed to endlessly wander.

The emptiness has consumed you, leaving you bereft of everything you ever were.

For years, you have watched and waited. At last your vengeance is within reach, and there will be no escaping it for your foe.

The blood of innocents must flow to feed the return of dark forces. With the stars in alignment, your moment is at hand.

Your destiny is written among the stars, and carved into the world tree itself. So it has been since the dawn of time.

Fate has set events in motion. For better or for worse, you are there to see them through.

Your will is all that matters - others will submit or be trod beneath your feet.

You have walked the steps of the Divine Path, and upon reaching its end, found yourself at the beginning once more.

Your heart remembers the ancient songs and continues to sing them so others will remember as well.

For your devotion, Anar, god of science and craftsmen, has bestowed his favour upon you.

For your devotion, Qini, goddess of healing and nature, has granted you her favour.

For your devotion, Ulum, god of magic, has shown his favour to you.

Swift and strong, you arrive at the battlefield just in time to give your forces the advantage.

As you fare, so does the land, and the earth thrives with each beat of your heart.

Your heart hears the call of glory, of fame, of making your mark on the scrolls of history. You will follow that call no matter where it leads.

Those who do not respect the law will learn to fear it... and you.

Your feet have walked many paths, your hands soothed many pains. You leave solace in your wake as you travel.

You have made this place of learning your home, and your task to welcome all who arrive, no matter where they are from.

You have a great many stories to tell, tales of lives and events and deeds both wondrous and terrible.

You have embraced oblivion and become one with nothing.

So many questions unanswered, so many ideas yet unrealized - these are what consume your every waking thought.

You have sought a single answer and have finally achieved it. From this moment on, you will never be the same again.

Life and death and life once more - the flames have shaped you as you rise from the ashes.

A dark melody fills your soul with a thrill of horror. Even in silence, the song goes ever on.

It calls you - your thoughts forever turning toward something you crave to possess, even as it slips through your fingers.

The gods might have abandoned you, but you will not abandon them. Or will you?

It is said that ghosts leave no footprints. Perhaps. But if you follow this trail, what do you think you will find?

The winds blow and you hear the faintest clarion call of horns. But there is nothing beyond the mountains - isn't there?

You are engaged in negotiations with multiple Courts, and have been recognized as a Diplomatic Envoy for your efforts.

Not content with mastering a single Element, you have bent two Elements of the Lesser Arcana to your will.

Not content with mastering a single Greater Arcana, you have bent two Greater Arcana to your will.

Your mind embraces both the Elements and the Arcane, as you wield both with terrifying force.

You have seen the beginning. You have seen the end. You have seen all that was, all that is, all that will be, all that might be. And it is by your hand that anything will be at all.

The student emerges from the classroom, eager to experience the world.

You have only just begun to understand the interplay between the Greater Arcana, but so much more is before you.

The lure of harnessing the combined Greater Arcana has opened your mind to new possibilities.

You are willing to risk everything in the pursuit of greatness.

If it were easy, everyone would have done it.