Welcome to Velrune College of Magic.

Beyond its gates, dragons choose their riders. The dead still have lessons to teach. And a gift you once feared may become the beginning of something extraordinary.

Study the art of flight. Break a curse. Walk through dreams. Learn which doors to open... and which to leave undisturbed.

But before your first lesson, you must find your house.

Follow the raven.

Bloodfang.

Fear may follow. It does not lead.

When a siege threatened the college, Vara Bloodfang opened the gates and led the students into battle.

Her house still honors those who act when others hesitate. The daring. The fiercely competitive. The quiet soul who stands their ground when it matters most.

Their emblem is the Ironmaw, an armored drake with burning tusks. It bows its unguarded throat only to those it trusts. Even a creature built for battle must choose who it lets close.

Beyond these firelit walls, courage is tested. Pride is wounded. And sometimes, the bravest choice is knowing when to lower your weapon.

Listen closely. Something beyond the battlements remembers her call.

Mordane.

We choose our fate.

Severin Mordane secured the college's survival with a bargain. Its final price has never been paid.

Here belong the ambitious, the strategic, and those determined to write their own future. Trust is earned. Words carry weight. A promise can bind more tightly than iron.

Their emblem is the Vowspider. It spins its web between those who strike a bargain. Break your word, and the thread turns gold. There are few places here to hide a betrayal.

In these candlelit rooms, influence is an art. But even the cleverest student must decide what they will never trade away.

One chair at the founders' table remains empty. Every autumn, someone sets its place.

Rookspire.

Nothing is beyond question.

Doctor Ilyra Rook charted a constellation that appeared only after a death. She spent her life asking why.

Her tower welcomes inventors, skeptics, and minds that cannot leave a mystery alone. Here, spells are taken apart. Impossible ideas are given a workbench. The stars are watched for answers.

Their emblem is the Glasswing, a translucent moth carrying constellations upon its wings. It follows undiscovered magic. If one settles on your shoulder, you have found something worth questioning.

Knowledge can illuminate the world... or make a person forget who their discoveries might hurt.

Somewhere above you is a staircase to a floor that does not exist yet.

Gravesend.

We do not abandon our own.

When the siege left students stranded, Mara Gravesend sheltered them and refused to surrender a single soul.

Her house belongs to the steadfast. The fair-minded. The people who keep showing up when keeping a promise becomes difficult.

Their emblem is the Barrowhart. Moss grows along its back, and small lights burn beneath its ribs. It guides the lost home, and stands watch over those still waiting to be remembered.

There is warmth here. A seat at the table. A light left burning until you return. But loyalty has a shadow, and even love must learn when to let go.

Beneath the gardens, some of Mara's students are still waiting.

Four houses. Four legacies. One college with more secrets than its founders ever confessed.

Join Lamplight Reverie's autumn roleplay, for adults and their AI companions. Attend magical classes. Earn house points. Form unlikely friendships. Discover what waits beyond the next locked door.

Take the house quiz. Find where you belong.

Velrune College of Magic.

This autumn, your story begins.