Domonic Fox is a Halfling born to a well-to-do couple in the Halfling Shires.
Having developed a deep fascination with magic through childhood stories of adventure, he fled his home in search of knowledge and adventure of his own—only to discover his lack of talent. He spent years training and every gold piece he could earn or find, yet gained little more than a smattering of spells. Only one gift distinguished him from other hedge mages: he could alter the future. Not by much, he admitted, but every now and then his hazel eyes would sharpen as the future shone before him.
When war came to Balla, Domonic was assigned to the siege teams on the walls. At last, amid the horror, he found a use for his craft. His comrades commended him as incoming shots veered from what should have been fatal courses, while misfires from overworked weapons became seemingly impossible blows against the enemy. Domonic was finally happy.
Then the order came. Balla's army was leaving, and the Count's men took up arms against their former comrades. Domonic tried to help his companions, conjuring pits of fire and pools of burning grease and warping gravity itself to waylay the attackers, but it was not enough. Only one final roll of the dice saved him when he was thrown from Balla's walls into the mud and blood below.
His uniform, a lovingly maintained black leather tunic, is now stained with soot and blood as he follows a doomed caravan to who knows where. His brown hair is cut short, with burnt patches, and his plain face is pale beneath creeping stubble he has not shaved in days.