University Backstory

They say the stones of Columtreal never sleep, and yesterday proved the old adage true. Whispers curled like smoke from the old asylum’s shadow—someone swore they saw a professor slip through a hidden door behind the lecture halls, clutching something far too old for modern hands. Meanwhile, at Witch Way Alley, a gathering that was meant for candle shopping morphed into low-voiced talk of midnight rituals. The rumor mill grinds: Did someone really draw strange runes near the sports fields, or was it just the rain and restless ambition? No matter what truth is buried, secrets always find root in Columtreal’s fertile ground.

Yesterday

Things are never quiet in Columtreal University’s hallowed halls, even under the moss-veiled oaks and shadows cast by the old asylum walls. Yesterday, word drifted through the fog about a streetball game turning wild—random objects launched onto the court, sparking whispers of an underground feud brewing between rivals with nerves of steel. In the shadows beyond the gym, a tense exchange saw someone warned to arm themselves, despite rules and watchful eyes—evidence that recent violence still clings to the air. Meanwhile, rumors swirl of faculty watching students with chilly detachment, searching for signs of ambition… or weakness. Trust no one, and watch the Watchers.

Two Days Ago

Columtreal University’s ivy-choked halls echoed with grit and faint strains of rebellion yesterday. Some say the walls themselves shuddered during a debate, where sharp tongues clashed over the roots of metal and rap, while others watched, smirking through the haze of academic ennui. Word on the mossy paths: certain faculty harbor more than musical knowledge—rumors swirl of past affiliations darker than any bass riff. Over at the bistro, patrons whispered about a heated exchange that nearly soured the sweet tea. Meanwhile, through dim corridors, laughter and sardonic humor masked the weary hearts of those who know too well the price of knowledge in this place.

Three Days Ago

A School with Secrets, A Row with Rituals

Just outside the edge of Hathian, beyond the chaos and crime, stands Columtreal University. At first glance, it’s a classic Southern campus with brick buildings, lush lawns, and the constant hum of college life. But beneath the surface, it’s a hotbed of drama, ambition, and stories that go far beyond the classroom.

Students show up for lectures, but stay for the stories. Whether they’re cramming for a Sociology exam, working shifts at the campus café, or trading notes during a late-night study session, everyone’s chasing something. Faculty members range from strict scholars to dangerously charismatic mentors, each with their own reasons for sticking around. Some teach. Some meddle. All of them watch.

Greek life owns the Row. The fraternities and sororities shape the social order. Parties spill into the streets, rivalries flare, and loyalty is everything. If you want influence, you pledge. If you want protection, you earn it. Whispers still circle about strange rituals, half-forgotten traditions, and the occasional candlelit gathering that feels more like a ceremony than a celebration.

The sports scene brings the heat. Columtreal’s athletes play to win, both on the field and in the hallways. The cheer squad, football team, and other players stir up more than just school pride. Competition fuels conflict. Some fight for the team. Others fight for attention. Everyone wants to be remembered.

But there’s more to CU than meets the eye. Some say the campus holds a strange energy. There are stories of hidden tunnels, haunted classrooms, and a long history of people who vanish without explanation. Whether it’s just campus folklore or something deeper, the mystery only adds to the thrill.

Columtreal is the place where characters grow, clash, and connect. It’s fun, messy, and magnetic. For many, it’s the first chapter in a much bigger story. A gateway to Hathian. A proving ground for everything that comes after.

So why did your character enroll? And how long do you think they’ll last?

Welcome to CU. The drama starts now.