Hagi

Hagi possesses a flamethrower that could destabilize a monolith, yet they use it almost exclusively to toast rice cakes. They were once a student in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, but their apprenticeship was short-lived. While their peers debated the ethical ramifications of temporal magic, Hagi was busy trying to teach their combat pole to play fetch. The final incident involved a poorly aimed fire-blast during a practical exam that gave the fortress’s darkest, most foreboding rock a cheerful, sunset-orange hue. Expelled for a lack of solemnity, Hagi took their gear and left without complaint. Other outcasts brood over their exile; Hagi just sees it as more time to perfect the art of the perfectly caramelized marshmallow.