It's a Warlock.
Sure they have been done to death but this guy isn't vieing for power or trying to uncover arcane secrets or embolden his pact for the sake of some bitter rivalry with some wizard college....
His name is Clem. Clem Donnahew. And he terribly misses his sister and is trying to make amends.
Clem was originally just a basic hunter. He knew how to use a bow and had a boar named Gurglerot because the thing constantly was hungry and stank like a trolls arse but he was loyal. One day a clown came to town and offered to paint some of the childrens faces for a festival that had arrived. Sadly the paint was mixed with improper herbs for its coloration and slowly over the course of the warm summers evening seeped into the skin causing the wee children to fall asleep. Now mind you it wasn't poison and in fact some parents were grateful to the clown for helping put their more rambunctious children to bed....But Clem had a sister. A young girl named Sue. She had herself dolled up to like Hag and laughed when her brother almost recoiled seeing her wrinkled face.
But night had come and Sue had to ensure the animals were put to their pens.....Yes.....All of the animals. Including the VERY hungry Gurglerot....The poor girl let the boar in and sat against the edge of the pen thinking she may rest a moment but the poor girl fell backward...
My friends the paint to make a pretty young girl look like a hideous Hag is not light....Before she could awaken the beast had already sank into her and stolen the light from such a once beautiful pair of eyes....
Clem now with dusk approaching into dark rushed out wondering where his sister was since she was out much later than usual only to find a very full boar and what was left of his poor dear sister....
He fell to his knees and vomited. Through the sick and choking came a wail of such pain and agony it awoke curiosity from a Cambion who felt that it could enjoy the suffering of a mortal so sickly sweet that it even reached her in the hells as sweet Clem begged existence itself to undo what it had done...Like the fires of the hells itself she appeared before him dressed as an angel making sure to hide her sulferous entrance.
She quickly wrapped her arms around him and held him as he wept making sure to hide the smile creeping across her face like parched soil fracturing under a blistering summer...
"Child...I can see clearly the horrors you have witnessed and I have been sent down to offer you a chance at hope." she cooed in his ear. Pulling back she swirled the air before him and cast an illusion of his sister standing before him like a figure made of fog. "I can bring her back. But you have tasks you must accomplish. I seek items boy. Artifacts of power. My power can bind her soul to you. Prevent its ascension. But to bring her back you must first gather what I have sought for you. I will give you these four gifts. But in return...I must take as well."
Releasing him slowly she hands him a small blade. "The first. Sacrifice." she points the handle of the blade to the boy and the tip towards the fat slumbering pig still slick with viscera with green marks smeared on the sides of its jowls. The boy leapt. He did not rise but every sinew in his body snapped as if to break him and he flung himself at the boar and screamed as he drove the blade into its belly and heart until his robes ran crimson screaming like a wounded animal desperate for survival. She could feel his emotions sink into her like she was plunging into a bath. Exquisite...Rage, sorrow, regret, hope. The emotions twisting his insides like a knot struck her so wildly she even considered taking that itself as payment...But no such a sweet treat was not going to satisfy her. Not yet. He could grow so much more...Flavorful.
She puts on a smile. Warm and tender. Enough to make her retch. Then like a serpent coiling around its prey... "Now...My first gift..." as a small white translucent hand appears before him and gently wipes a tear from his face. He grabs it swiftly recognizing the small crescent shaped scar where the neighbor dog had bitten and pulls it to his face caressing it as it held his finding no strength in his aching chest to cry or laugh. He had to struggle to breathe. Too many things swirling in his heart.
"She is bound to you now. Our pact. Our promise. You bring me what I desire. I return you what you desire. Simple. Transactional. For no gift comes without price or effort of another. The next I shall grant you strength. For you need to be able to be strong enough to accomplish these tasks. Now. Reach out your hand and imagine firing your pain from your palm towards that tree over there."
Placing a hand upon his knee he caresses the hand once more before gently holding it with his free hand and aims his palm at the tree thinking of the moments before a void. A pitch black ray of malice shoots forth piercing the tree before him like a needle through cloth. Nodding the Cambion acknowledges his ability to follow orders. "You are now a Warlock. Servant yet more. You are a finder. A seeker. And if it comes to it, my blade of vengeance. Now. I must take from you." He feels his muscular body wither. Not to a husk but become frail. Weakened. Where once he could nearly wrestle the neighbors bull to the ground he now could struggle to carry the pails of water he used to with one in each hand. Sighing she says plainly. "There is more I must take but these gifts come with them it is a blessing...And yet a curse so they shall suffice."
His head wracked with agony and the pain behind his eyes roared like hellfire. He fell to the ground nearly releasing the small hand as he clutched his temple looking around now seeing the darkened night now nearly as bright as it was hours ago for quite a ways. Much moreso than he could before. But then came the dark and all the colors faded as he was left nothing more than red silhouettes, shapes, outlines of what things were, that was all that was there now except for the bright light he was clutching in his hand. That remained as bright and visible as it had before now almost denser he thought...But that could have been a trick of his mind.
"This sight will aid you in darkness as that will be all you can see...For now. But you can operate and function. You can eventually return your sight and even see falsities. Illusions. Even the dead if you so choose. The last is simple. It too, is a curse...But it is also a gift."
Upon the horizon he noticed a pale emerald glow. "Wha-What is that?" he stammered. "It is your beacon. The direction of where to find the first of my artifacts. Follow it and I shall guide you, empower you, and aid in the resurrection of your sister. You need not question what they are. Only follow their light and make your way soon. My spell did bind your sisters soul to you....But it is not permanent. In seven years if you fail to finish our pact the curse will take not only the color from your sight but all of your other senses leaving only pain. Empower it and it will extend. Finish it and my gifts remain yours so that with your newfound strength you need not return to farmwork. With that I must leave. My tethers to your realm are narrow and I can only remain so long. Finish the pact mortal. Honor our covenant."
And with that she vanished. Not truly of course...She watched him from below sipping wine and reclining in her chair. "Finally...Entertainment once more."
My idea was that "I HAVE DARKVISION" was taken to the extreme and Magehand wasn't just some shove/throw tool but something deeply wholesome yet tragic. I also had ideas of having the hand eventually be able to speak by mimicing talking like how one would when mocking someone with that simple hand gesture later on when he empowers the pact by finding the first of the artifacts....
Now onto THOSE....At first it will be something odd.
- A mans tooth with an odd rune he must pluck from a town drunkard.
- A soulcoin that can talk (It has NOTHING good to say).
- A staff from a noble child's play-horse that had been secretly placing wards on the ground as it dragged that caused unprovoked anger in staff and family members at a chateau causing them to make his parents kill one another.
- A small scale underneath a green dragons neck (It was a large serpent that had swallowed a lost cambion artifact to ascend to dragonhood through greater polymorph.)
- A foreign queens underwear. (It has a VERY powerful yet well hidden charm skill and was used to charm her king into betrothing her and she does NOT want to lose it.)
- Finally he has to take all of these artifacts and crush them before another Cambion....The main Antagonist AND the one who gave him his powers.....Her Ex. These are all HIS items and she just wants to break his sh*t.
At some point he will find a scroll of revivify and quickly learn it wont work as she has been dead too long and resurrection only to find out that with the bindings of her soul to him he cannot resurrect her and MUST complete the pact. Both of these bring the cambion what did all this to him great joy.
She may be in it for evil BUT she very much honors her bargain. A contract is a contract after all.