Chronomancers

A portcullis slams behind a group of Adventurers as they make their way into a dungeon. The strength of the Barbarian and the cunning of the Rogue are not enough to raise it, allowing them to leave what is obviously a trap. With all physical efforts exhausted, they turn to the quiet member of their party, a Chronomancer who has said little as they have traveled. With runes drawn meticulously in the dirt before him and some words spoken quickly in a language long since lost, the portcullis slowly rises, paused at the top long enough for the small party to slip out before the Chronomancer releases his magic and allows it to slam shut behind them.   The call for a Cleric resounds through the infirmary as a small body comes in, vitality slowly leeching from the body. All becomes quiet as it is said that a Cleric will be too late, this small body withering away before one can make it here. A woman in the corner stands up, offering her services. Although not a healer, her time manipulation may be enough to slow the inevitable until a Cleric can arrive. With deliberate strokes of a finger drawn through blood, she marks the correct runes on the bedclothes next to the injured and channels her magic, slowing the bleeding for the minutes that would have surely ended the small one's life if left unchecked.   Chronomancers are the most well-educated of all Teal Magic users, manipulating small snippets of time to their whims, saving lives in the process. While society and the High Council of the Arcane may regulate and ostracize them, those who do spend the time to take up the mantle of Chronomancy also do so in the name of the greater good. With the correct spells and runes used together, Chronomancers can be invaluable members of adventuring groups and infirmaries, as well as many other places where even the smallest amounts of extra time are necessary.