Geomancer - Celsian

• Life is like a rock - hard, full of wonders and often too easily thrown away.
• People are like stones—give them enough pressure and they might become something valuable.
• I don’t hold grudges. I sediment them over time.
• Stability is important. That’s why I stay grounded and everyone else should settle.
• You think you’re tough? Darling, mountains crumble eventually. What chance do you have?
• If you can’t handle my faults, don’t go digging.
• Cracks appear not from weakness, but to let new paths of understanding form.
• Stone remembers what all else forgets: that time is the greatest sculptor.
• I don’t break under pressure; I metamorphose.

My brother thinks that I am a geologist, but I am not. It directly follows that there has to be a Geomancer class.

Background story

Celsian was born the third of eight children to a family of quarry workers in the rugged highlands of Gransael. His childhood home sat at the foot of the Mawspire Range, a jagged crown of ancient mountains where the wind sang through granite teeth and the earth groaned with tectonic dreams. In a household so large, resources were stretched thin, and attention even thinner. But Celsian discovered early that the stones beneath his feet offered him a kind of steady companionship few humans could.

While his siblings bickered and scrambled for space, Celsian would sit alone among the boulders, placing his palms upon their cool surfaces and listening. The rocks did not speak in words, but in pressure, temperature, tension—in the silent language of the earth. Over time, he realized he could answer back.

By adolescence he was shaping pebbles into smooth discs without touching them, or calming the tremors that occasionally shook the quarry. Word spread quickly, and the local Stone Choir—a monastic-academic order that studied the metaphysics of minerals—took him under their wing. For the first time, Celsian had teachers who understood his strange affinity, and more importantly, who taught him that stone was not inert matter but the long memory of the world, shaped by eras rather than moments.

At the Academy of Lithic Arts, Celsian excelled not through raw power but through keen insight. Others hurled boulders; he read the fault lines in a person’s soul with the same care he used to study fracture planes in crystal. His professors joked that he didn’t just master geomancy—he became it.

Though his education opened doors into high scholarly circles, Celsian never quite lost the bluntness, stubbornness, and grounded humor of his upbringing. He spoke in metaphors of rock and pressure because he believed people, like stones, were shaped by forces they rarely understood. To some, his way of speaking seemed pretentious; to others, poetic. To Celsian, it was simply true.

Now an esteemed geomancer with a reputation for unshakable calm—and unfiltered honesty—Celsian travels the realms with the odd group. The group’s oddities both frustrate and amuse him—he often mutters about their “shaky foundations”—but he recognizes that, like tectonic forces, their differences can produce something unexpectedly strong.

He carries with him the lessons of stone: endurance, transformation, and the reminder that nothing, not even granite, is truly unchanging.

 

 

Class Philosophy

The geomancer uses earth-based spells. The class has strong defensive capabilities in all roles, and focuses on slow, strong hits.

Ravages of time, weathering, erosion

low mobility, high defense