City of Reign
Lock and his brother Rand grew up on the streets. Orphaned before they could remember, they were each others only family. Lock was the smarter of the two, while Rand was the muscle. Being orphaned at such an early age, they learned quickly how to survive in the city.
Homeless, the boys spent their days on the streets, hustling food or money from their marks, and their nights in the alleys or the sewers (when it wasn’t raining). Lock would come up with a scheme and Rand was there for backup when things went sour. It was nice to have someone you could trust to watch your back. Most nights they took turns sleeping and keeping watch.
Lock couldn’t remember at what age his powers started to manifest. He’d been hiding his abilities for so long, magic being illegal. Magic may be illegal, but it is very useful. Sometimes, when a plan went awry, Lock would be cornered, his brother too far away to help. With a word he could summon a bright flash in his opponent’s face, making an opening for escape. He had the ability look around a crowd and identify valuable magical items to steal. It seemed that he always knew which direction was North, even in the most crowded streets or in the shade of the largest buildings. He became adept at stealthily using his powers, so as not to be seen using magic.
The boys were not just from the streets, they were part of them.
Over the years the brothers had swindled enough people out of money, items, and information to have managed a relatively nice living. But with this living came enemies.
It was supposed to be a rather routine swindle. Lock would try to sell a cheap vase, claiming it was an ancient relic of no small value. When the mark declined to buy, Rand would come in with an expensive offer. The mark was supposed to fall for it and be lured in by greed.
Everything seemed to go according to plan as Lock sold his mark the vase. It was on their way back to the room they were renting that everything fell apart. They were walking along the waterfront when their mark stepped out from an alley to stand directly in front of Lock and Rand. Too late Lock noticed the burly men approach behind them. Upon closer viewing, Lock recognized the mark through his disguise: Baron Von Howman.
The Baron was known for his wealth, power, and cruelty. “We’ve been looking for you for a long time, and now we have you. No more will you steal from me or my associates.” Responding to the slightest nod from the Baron, one of his men ran his sword brutally through Rand’s chest. He didn’t even have time to scream before he died. As his body fell to the ground, Lock knew he had to act fast. No time for mourning now, only action.
Lock ran and threw himself off the pier and into the murky water of the harbor. Creating a small bubble of air around his head, he was able to swim deep and far, escaping certain death at the hands of the Baron.
Alone, and unable to return to his home (he tried only to find it crawling with the Baron’s men), Lock left his home town and made his way to New Sokket. He mourned his brother. And without backup, Lock struggled to swindle his way back into money. He was poor again, and contemplating what it would be like to go straight. But what would he even do?
He would get revenge. Somehow, some way, the Baron would pay. Lock began investigating the Baron and his business practices and partners. He hadn’t found any leads after a while. The Baron must keep his work very quiet. Finally, Lock heard from a man named Douglass that there was an associate of the Baron, a wandmaker named Jasper. Jasper has a dealer named Clancy in the city of Regin.
With nothing to his name, and nothing to lose, Lock made his way to the city of Regin.