
by drabbit
Welcome to St. Theophrastus University, where your classmates might be demons, your textbooks might give you rabies, and your tuition definitely includes hazard pay. For Oswin Greentwig, a half-elf country bumpkin with a knack for incinerating lab equipment, attending the prestigious university is a dream come true—if your dreams involve crippling social anxiety and premature evocation. For Brom Geissler, Oswin's childhood best friend and a humble farm boy with heroic aspirations (and no indoor voice), it’s a chance to trade goat herding for glory. Together, they’ll face: -Field trips to the local dungeon. -Undead grad students. -Amorous orcs. -Evil advisors that might be in a cult (or worse—tenured). -And the secret shadow organization attempting to destabilize the Empire. Magic is hard. Making friends is harder. Surviving your freshman year? That’s practically impossible.
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