Tadrek Vol

Tadrek Vol
Draconic thrall, LN, Half-orc Magus

Standing nearly 7ft tall with a wiry muscular frame Tadrek Vol would command attention anywhere, but on the streets of Daric none would dare look him in the eye as he strode the cobblestones observing the people go about their business watching for any sign, any tell, just as he had been taught his entire life. Those that mustered the courage to shoot him a hate filled glance were met by the cold eyes of the draconic tattoos that covered him from head to toe, tattoos that seemed to coil and dance in their periphery as they shied away. He was feared, and despised, a humanoid in league with the scaled masters of the city, but they did not know the truth of it, while they enjoyed a freedom he could only dream of, he was nothing but property and the seemingly indecipherable script that was woven amongst the tattoos that inspired such dread marked him as such, it also held secrets his masters had never considered he may unravel.

Tadrek’s masters had always underestimated him, he had been marked for as long as he could remember and had served his scaled masters for just as long, first as a houseboy and finally as an executioner, but always as chattel. His masters spoke around him in tongues not meant for mortal ears not thinking for a moment that he may understand, for to them he was no more a person than a feather duster or hangman’s noose, a tool, livestock. But he was sharper than they thought.

When he was houseboy he had been ordered to clean out the room of a kobold that had displeased his superiors, among the soot and refuse he found a nook with a strange book in it, the book was mostly blank but contained a few pages of arcane script he recognised some of the symbols, they were scribed on his skin, and over the years he kept this book hidden and used it as his journal, making notes of the sounds and symbols of his masters, then he began to notice the interaction these words had with gestures and objects. The first word he knew for sure was fire.

The lout stormed off abruptly, stirring Tadrek from his thoughts, Tadrek realised he had been idly tracing the rune of fire, not a good way to maintain a low profile. Tadrek could smell trouble in the air, he wanted to leave this shady slice of Venac, leave Venac entirely, but this was where fate had lead him and perhaps this was the start of his redemption.