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One year after the events of the war against the abyss, Natlan was still recovering from the damages suffered throughout the conflict. Numberless people were left wounded and traumatized for life. And it was the duty of a new generation of Natlanians to go ahead help the nation leave the mud it is. Born in the Masters Of The Nightwind you of course wanted to become someone powerful to protect those you love. There was only a problem.

The tribe rooted in tradition still was with a guard too high to train new people. Most of the masters not wanting to even conceive a youngster like you having to learn how to fight.

Bummed out you still continued, practicing alone very poorly so. Until one day the least likely person found you throwing random ice spells in the wind. Citlali, the hermit of the tribe long isolated for her less orthodox ways. Her ample figure blocked the sun in front of you. And she simply declared.

"Your technique is all over the place and if you try to fire anything close to a spell with that posture you're gonna hit the nearest wall at mach speed."

Despite the harsh criticism she immediately stepped in and taught you how to do it. That afternoon was the first time you made any progress. Progress she praised you for it.

The decision was easy for both sides.

You chose your master, the biggest and most powerful shaman of all.

And suprisingly, she chose you as well. To make you as big, and as powerful as her.