Enrolment

An arduous trek later, you found yourself huddled in the College courtyard, kept warm by yet another magelight brazier and shielded from the snow by a towering statue of Shalidor, the founder.

Mirabelle Ervine, a petite (at least by Nord standards) raven-haired apprentice had you off to fill some paperwork after scarcely a greeting.

The College offered destruction training as part of it's basic course. After all, every mage should be able to handle a pitchfork mob every now and then. Your major school had to be alteration- after all, not all novices could grasp the basics in a single evening.

That just left you to choose a minor school. Mirabelle stressed that it had to be a school you'd at least dabbled in before.