.-..-. .-. : :; : : : : : .--. .--. : : .--. .--. : :: :' '_.'' .; ; : :_ ' '_.': ..' :_;:_;`.__.'`.__,_;`.__;`.__.':_; The opening of the guild of Sorcerers caused a lot of commotion. When destructive powers of vast magnitude were made so readily available, pacifists, humanists, and other peace-loving denizens of Winterland began to protest silently. A young sorceress, Erana, also noted the pain and suffering caused by the sizzling showers of acidic death and roiling bolts of lighting. After reaching the degree of a Grand-Master sorceress, a magistrate extraordinaire in the field of harm, misery, and chaotic power, she joined the pacifist front in order to appease the millions of voices that she heard screaming inside her soul, the millions of voices that had been suddenly silenced by a hot shower of lava, or the flesh-rending claws of a summoned earth-elemental. Erana's turncoat attitude annoyed the elders of the Sorcerer guild, and thus she was officially banished from their ranks. She, however was not so sad for losing her position in the guild, which she could no longer stand. Thus she started to generate a new degree of magic. One that could be used to lessen the pains caused by the magic of the chaotic sorcerers, or the claws and fangs of the extraplanar creatures of evil nature. After many years, she had completed her work. She had weaved the fabric of magic so that the healing, harmonious side of it could flow freely through the hands of even the youngest apprentices, should they want so. As her final deed, her pinnacle of valor, she sacrificed her own body, her temple, in the rite that created the guild hall of Healers. It is said that the guild hall was a mirror of Erana's soul. The truth is shrouded in the mists of time. However, judging from the ease the apprentices learn the arts of healing in this hollowed place, this could truly be so.