Flames and Steel: The Chromatic War
A young halfling sorcerer with too much energy and no concept of restraint.
Sindri was raised by his mother in the harsh northern lands of Markstal. She was the one of the leaders for a decent sized village that made most of its living off of the sea. The people there saw many travelers, mostly traders, and put stock in people based on how hard they worked.
As many people came and went, it was always assumed by the village folk that Sindri’s father was one such visitor. Occasionally there was gossip, especially considering the boy’s different (though not unheard of) hair color. Sindri himself had learned not to ask, and wasn’t particularly hung up about it.
When Sindri was young, he showed a natural dispostion towards the use of the village’s few magical devices. A traveling sorcerer happened through when he was eleven, and Sindri was immediately enraptured. Over the course of the few days the traveler stayed, Sindri learned much and the man was impressed with the youth’s quick mind. After speaking with his mother, he promised to put in a word for him with some people who might be able to further teach him how to control his powers.
Sindri was ecstatic, and began practicing on his own often, sometimes to the point of neglecting his duties. He even set fire to the boathouse, but as he often reminds people who bring it up, it was quickly contained and no real harm came of it.
As time went on, no word came, and Sindri began to grow despondant. His mother encouraged him to wait it out, and focus more on fishing.
Finally, three days before his 15th birthday, a letter came with instructions to meet with a man named Ignatius Harlaz, who had been seeking skilled apprentices. Sindri stayed in town to celebrate his fifteenth year, then packed his few belongings and bid his home and mother farewell.
It took over a month of travel for him to reach the city of Basque, where he began earnestly seeking the man he had been directed to. By chance, he ran into a man in one of the parks near the center of the city who pulled him aside and warned him not to see this sorcerer. Sindri was confused, but this stranger held such sway with his eyes that he could do nothing but agree. The man then directed him towards a friend who would “set him on the correct path”. It was only after he was already well on his way to the inn for the night that Sindri realized that he had not even asked the man’s name.
After this encounter, he has been traveling the world, guided by people whom he feels help to “set him on the path” to realizing his destiny, slowly but surely expanding his world.