The Spark of Life sits in our hands
(Informally: “What’s fire without the works?”)
Aëvon is best known for exquisite magical talent and knowledge.
Most have, begrudgingly, adjusted to their new life in the winding mycelia-laiden tunnels and caverns of New Aëvon; it is, for the most part, crowded and dense (you’re sure to bump shoulders with someone any time of day)– but also carries a surprising beauty and the particularly gaudy magical flair Old Aëvon’s capital was always known for and cared so much about.
In this new underground age, Aëvon has found itself with the important logistical role of transport: with magic the way that it is, it’s all the Archmages can do to teleport important goods (such as food, water, construction supplies, medicines) and, very occasionally, important people between the various places in Beizai. This… is “beneath” the role of the Archmages, who wish they could spend more time researching The Ripple and ways to stop it.
Aëvon, both then and now, cares an awful lot about ✨looking magical✨, which any regular to the city could tell you is a pain in the ass– but nobody can argue with the world’s perception of the place, and the expectations that carries with it.
Aëvon has a bit of a rivalry with Keppon over who is the superior ward of Beizai.