This story begins in darkness. Screams and ringing steel chase the sleep from my eyes and my training focuses my mind on the here and now. It’s after midnight and something is very wrong in the Academy. Irthir, my dragonborn friend, is also alert. We grab our essentials, not sure of what waits for us. Leaving our dorm, we encounter a catfolk and goliath wearing academy garb. I recognize them from one of the few martial training classes I took. Irthir has taken much more martial training than I and identifies them as Felis and Gorem. In our search for the cause of the commotion, we ran into Grok, the orc weapon’s master. I will never forget this moment. Freeing his axe from a bugbear’s skull, his eyes fell on us and grew soft. He commanded us not to fight, but to escape out a secret tunnel in the back room of the dining hall. Grok didn’t follow us; he went out to lead other students to salvation. On our own, we cut and burned our way through goblins to reach the secret door. I was surprised at the few differences in how a sparring dummy and goblin burned under my inner fire. Having reached the door, we wasted no time in fleeing through it.