Mage of Ruins

I've told you already. I don't like kids. Planarcadia is such a backwater place. Magic is precious, not some party trick for you to mess around with. Want to learn it? Well, tough luck. The curse of Elris originated from the Reality Modification Device's explosion. Fragments of ancient ruins embedded themselves into our genes.
I can conjure endless winds to sweep across the hills, summon brilliant light to illuminate the night sky, or evaporate lakes with searing fireballs. Of course, everything has a price. Ancient wisdom put a stop to greed, so there's a limit to how many spells you can remember. Exceed it, and they'll be forgotten. Are you even listening? Well, I'll do this candy trick just one more time, okay? Do you have any idea how wasteful this is? My ability bar can only hold three spells at once.