Growing up in Skyside, within the city of Alkenstar, Delcan lived a comfortable privileged life due to his family’s membership within one of the well-established engineering guilds. As Delcan came of age he entered into the lengthy residency at the academy of alchemy. He was pleasantly surprised to find out that his closest childhood companion had also been accepted into the same academy. The work was demanding and as the years went by even within the gilded walls of the academy the fomenting civil unrest within the city became impossible to ignore.
This all came to a head when one day an immense alchemical explosion ripped through the academy, toppling ancient institutional edifices. As the dust settled Delcan joined in the task of sorting through the rubble and attempting to find those injured and killed. His friend joined the long list of those presumed dead as a radical group in Smokeside was blamed for the day’s calamity.
In the weeks following the academy had been shut down as the Grand Duchy’s operatives moved in to comb through the wreckage seeking clues and others whispered to control unchecked rumors from circulating. The building rage within Delcan turned to utter confusion as he found himself pulled into an alcove on a quiet street as his presumed deceased friend revealed themselves.
Their conversation lasted hours and ranged in its emotions as Delcans old compatriot told the truth to him about the situation within the city and pleaded for his help. Unwilling to return to his life as he knew it yet unable to reconcile the deaths caused by the explosion Delcan decided he needed time to walk his own path and find his place within all of this.