Tiefling Chaos Sorcerer
Background: Eldritch Harlequin I'm the fly in the proverbial ointment, I suppose. But I've never been much for proverbs. They're just rules that happen to rhyme sometimes. "Let Chaos Reign!" BackStory: Thanks to your heritage, trouble has always followed you. Lately that statement has become all too literal. A quick wit and genial nature have kept you out of the worst trouble; or, at least given you time to get out of town one step ahead of the inevitable pitchforks. Something has changed though; you are being hunted from town to town. You don’t know by what, but you can feel it getting closer. It pulls at your dark blood and you have no intention of finding out what it wants. Today, it found you. You are walking through a crowded market when across the square You spot her. She is wearing red robes and is carrying a wooden staff; She is flanked by several thugs. Spotting you, she raises a finger and points at you. Glowing white globes fly out the top of her staff and streak towards you. You decide it’s time to exercise the better part of valor. Despite you best efforts to escape you were cornered and quickly knocked unconscious. Over the next few days you drifted in and out of conciseness catching fuzzy glimpses of your surroundings. At one point you awoke to the sounds of battle and were moved from one cart to another, You remember hearing the word "Thunderspire" spoken as the world once again faded into darkness. When you awoke the fuzziness that had plagued you was gone, you slipped your bonds and attempted to escape again. Still a bit groggy you were overrun by Kobolds and were saved only by the intervention of the Adventurers. Seeing as you still had no idea who was after you, you decided that having these large burly warriors around if they find you again couldn't hurt.