by Frank Gori
Tog’gin
The Mage was waving his hands and speaking some nonsense when Tog’s thunderstone bolas hit him. They swiftly entangled his arms and clapped together in a percussive sound that in all likelihood left the ears of Tog’s target ringing. The quad of brute squad bruisers that accompanied the two hired Mage’s Guild security specialists ran in Tog’s general direction. They managed to trip on the well placed wire and set off the smokesticks and land in the caltrops that the Krishtog had scattered a few minutes ago in stealth.
Tog murmured a few
choice phrases and gestured with his palm towards his foes and gently blew over
them. Glittering motes of irradiance fanned out and stuck true to the brutes
that dared pursue him. Another gesture commanded the small air elementals he
had summoned to attack his enemy caster. Tog had about a dozen more loud and
flashy tricks to draw out all the security for the warehouse and the local
watch after him. He had set traps and hired a few locals to do seemingly simple
tasks that would confound and draw attention away.
Tog loved nothing more
than the thrill of a crowd, or in this case a blood thirsty mob. He is leaping,
climbing, swinging, gliding, and swimming and tonight would, with any luck, test
all his abilities and skills. He’d prove himself worthy of his own crew and
score a nice cut of tonight’s take, it made him feel like singing.
On the surface the Music Guild is about entertainment: to
those in the know it’s a den of spies and thieves. The truth is less delineated
than all that, some like to be both performer and thief, taking in the
admiration of the crowds by day and robbing them in their sleep.
Tog’gin grew up in the anarchy of the Krishtogalog like most
Krishtogs. He had a natural gift of song that was hopelessly average in his
community and considered a fine and rare gift anywhere else. Unlike most
Krishtogs Tog craved both a sense of structure and the thrill of being the
center of attention. He was lucky to be noticed by a Music Guild talent scout.
Now Tog’gin has the honor of being one of the opening acts
for Jax, and he’s well on his way to earning the right to run a crew in the
evening. Leading a double life is easy when to the outsider all Krishtog pretty
much look alike.
Tog’gin is a bit of an adrenalin junkie and seems to like to
take big risks, trusting his planning and varied skills to get him out of tight
spots. The few times that hasn’t worked magic and the natural charms of being a
bard have.
On one hand the guild sees Tog’gin as a liability having a
public face and taking such risks can only be effective for so long. On the
other hand Tog’gin has repeatedly brought in highly profitable scores and
earned a reputation among his peers as being a shrewd and wily planner.
Recently Tog has begun opening for Jax, some say it’s
because Jax’s advisor wants a closer look at the up and comer. Others have
speculated that Jax might be fostering some professional jealousy from the diva
like bard.
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