23gp 7sp 6cp
Spellbook
Masterwork Ring (Arcane Bond)
Light Crossbow
20 Bolts
Scholar's Outfit
2x Dagger
Backpack
Bedroll
Chalk
Flint and Steal
Inkpen
Belt Pouch
Loaf of Bread
Hunk of Cheese
Waterskin
Spell Component Pouch
Background:
Like more than a few tiefling children Lornaeus had been abandoned on the streets of Westcrown, his parents, for all they were worth, at least decided to wait until he had been old enough to fend for himself, barely. He got by for a few weeks on a little bit of cleverness and what seemed like a lot of luck. Probably would have died there though, eventually, if he hadn't been caught breaking into that wizard's house. The wizard, a diviner named Atrigan Brand, had been understandably surprised when he had failed to get the jump on a child from the cover of magic, though he did eventually catch Lornaeus. The diviner was intrigued, he saw something in the little fiendling, a certain knack. An offer was made and Lornaeus became Atrigan's apprentice and in exchange the tiefling would do everything that was asked of him as well as allow the wizard to study him.
For many years Lornaeus studied under Atrigan, a man who proved to be a firebrand of soaring ideology. The diviner seemed to have little care for Lornaeus' heritage beyond academic interest, and indeed, as Lornaeus had become older, their relationship changed from that of master and apprentice to one of friendship. Which made it all the worse when it finally happened. Atrigan had a reputation and he had spoke his mind publicly once too often and once too loud. They had come for him, the Hellknights, for harboring seditious materials. Both of them had fled, but were separated in the process. That had been nearly two weeks ago. Now Lornaeus was hiding in the sewers, barricading himself into an abandoned chamber at night. Atrigan was still missing, though it did not seem he had been caught. Their house was under watch, and whatever belongings they had not snatched up in their escape surely seized.
Personality:
Lornaeus is a little sharp sometimes, but generally amiable once you get to know him. He's a surprisingly nice guy for a tiefling, pretty much dead opposite of what one might expect of someone with infernal blood. He tends to be calm and cautious, though abuse of authority tends to ruffle his feathers a bit.
Appearance:
Lornaeus is tall and thin and, with his tapered ears poking through his long, straight and dark hair, could almost pass for a half-elf if it weren't for a few niggling details. His skin is a touch too pale and the veins show through a little too much. His nails are thick, long and jet black. But most apparent is his eyes. The right one is blue and pleasant, the left one is blood red and the pupil slitted like a cat or snake's. His clothing is a loose tunic and pants, under an open robe of light blue.
