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Ooh, this is a fun question!

I think Life magic feels like overwhelm. Life is all about drawing energy from the universe, from the Song of Creation, and giving it to whomever you're targeting. Healing energy for allies and harming energy for enemies. In my opinion, Life damage feels like the splitting headache you get when you listen to a high pitch for too long, or like you're so physically invigorated and agitated that it burns like lactic acid in the muscles. You hear your pulse in your neck. Your head pounds. You're burnt out. You stare at the theurgist across from you with a newfound fear. Life isn't just sunshine and rainbows. Life hunts. It consumes. It burns wild and rabid. And boy, does it hurt.

Most Myth damage takes the form of whatever beast you summon. After all, conjurers aren't shaping their spells from any primal element or Song or the energy of others. They spend their energy calling for help, and letting the creatures and beasts and people and legends they summon do the work. I like the idea of raw Myth damage (such as wand hits) feeling like psychic damage. A light glows from within you, your own mind seems to be crying out, and the Myth magic bursts, leaving you woozy and damaged.

- the first thing they told you was not to stand to close to the edge of wizard city. you saw other people step off only for them to fall back from the sky. they’re from here. you’re not. 

- your backpack is large, but not bottomless. there’s some kind of enchantment that keep things from rotting; food, snacks for your pet, plants to take home. maybe you could fit in here. 

- there was a class of necromancers who never graduated. you have a feeling you’ve seen all of them before, somewhere, down below.

- when you get too in over your own head, and fall unconscious during battle, you always wind up in the town square, even when you’re questing alone, in places so decrepit and unknown that there’s no way anyone could possibly find and carry you back. you don’t ask who always recovers your body, but you’re plenty thankful. 

- a motherly voice in your head always told you what you needed to do next. that’s no longer the case.

- the blazing tree at the base of the volcano in dragonspyre has been there longer than you’d like to think, and has seen things she’s too kind to burden you with. 

- what is your first memory here in wizard city? you woke up in the headmaster’s office, before you were grabbed by the hand and ran to golem court. it’s all a blur. why doesn’t anyone know more about it? why haven’t you ever questioned it?

- sometimes you wonder why your teacher sent you into a tomb to find the remains of a woman gone too soon. maybe the better question is why you didn’t put up any protest. 

- you don’t talk unless you need to. no wonder you never did well during classes at ravenwood.