[Yep. Nine factions united in their belief in magick and divided by their beliefs in their own magics. Not that he's innocent of such either, but he tries to keep an open mind.]

Graduated, came into my inheritance, went to a nexus world much like this one, and spent a few years getting my head out of my ass and enduring frequent efforts to steal the sword, force me to surrender it, torture me till I gave it over, and otherwise make my life as much hell as possible as they could without pissing off every other Tradition and a fair number of werewolves.