Royal Battlemage

Clad in blue-trimmed robes over armour, the Royal Battlemage strides through Skygarde’s gates, staff humming with arcane energy. Their magic is harnessed and precise—flames that arc to repel siege, wards that brace falling walls, spells that sharpen arrows mid-flight. They fight not with brute force, but with power shaped like a blade: exact, dangerous, respected by both sword-masters and sorcerers alike.   The High Guard had been strictly non-magic training since Sir Morokin betrayed the crown. This has now changed as Orion and Boto came up with a program to rigorously weed out candidates with ill intent.