Anaxagoras

Tiefling Sorcerer

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“Greetings fellow, I am Anaxagoras – but you can simply call me Anax, if your prefer”.
The sly smile and an odd, guttural laugh of the person before you make you feel uneasy, and his fearsome visage gives you a sense of malevolence and danger.
His skin is a dark, ruddy crimson and horny protrusions sprout from his face, including two magnificent horns on the top of the head. He leans rakishly on his ornately carved staff, a half-smile constantly playing about his lips. He has an easy swagger to him, an unwavering air of confidence.
His clothing is of a very fine quality and his staff the finest polished oak, bound in a silvery metal in intricate designs about the ends. A fine, slightly curved dagger rests on one hip opposite a belt pouch, and he carries a small pack of gear on his back. He has come to seek admittance to the guild.
“My father is one of the marcher lords, in an outlying province. The fool threw me out over some business with a peasant girl, scandalous really, and now here I am left to my own devices, in search of adventure, wealth, and most of all: power. The very power I have been denied by my family.. and I think your little guild may be just the organisation I am looking for to achieve my goals.”
He strokes his beard and laughs again, unnervingly.
“I understand that YOU are looking for folk of great power and skill, to undertake difficult, dare I say heroic tasks.. This, I can easily provide. In return, I expect to be provided for, and be amply rewarded for my service. When not in service to the guild, what I do with my own time and resources are none of the guilds concern – although I assure you, you need not fear any threat to the guild from me – I have learned to my cost not to directly threaten my livelihood through my… projects. Do we have an agreement?”
When asked for a demonstration of power, he easily conjures several fearsome bolts of energy, and terrifying clouds and orbs of elemental chaos which hum and crackle with power before disappearing. He also proves to be adept with both stave and dagger, and even knows a few under-handed fighting tricks which surprise his sparring partners.
“Being the youngest does teach you a few things about surviving in a household of older bothers” he laughs again, that same unnerving, jangling laugh that does not seem quite right, not quite appropriate to the situation, as though he is enjoying his own private joke unknown to everyone else..
Nonetheless, it is true the guild can use his power, and it is rare to see a Sorcerer of such seeming potential applying to a simple adventurers guild.. it would seem folly to turn away such power, which could benefit the guild so much..
Not without some misgivings, you show the Tiefling to the guildhall office, where the details of his guild membership can be agreed upon…

Anaxagoras

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