Farmer Mage

Cal was the pride of his guild, the one that other Initiates looked up to. Then he died. So did his guild. His understanding of the world shattered before his death. His guild was nothing compared to others, which meant he was the best of the worst. When Cal was given a second chance, he wouldn’t repeat his mistakes. Who cared about being a [Mage] when it would just mean death? He would survive, even if it meant being something he sneered at in his previous life. A [Farmer]. Of course, when did anything go according to plan? Never.