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Almost a butler at birth, Christian began his training to be a servant as soon as he could walk and talk. He was “assigned”, a fancy way to say shipped off, away from his family, never even knowing his parents’ names or if he had siblings. All he knew was that he lived to serve a mentalist named “Master Thaume” along with several other servants, such as chefs and maids. Master Thaume was a rich man, but not in politics, he made his money on the buying and selling of servants he trained in his own home, Christian being lucky enough to be one of the ‘half decent’ members of his training group got the ‘privilege’ to stay and work for him.
The next few years of his life from ages 12 (when he finished training) to age 20 were hell. He was up at 5AM and wouldn’t be in bed until midnight every day of the week. His time was spent making schedules for his master, preparing daily checklists for the other servants, chefs and maids, even doing some of their work himself. He made friends, but he couldn’t get to close without his master finding out. When this happened, accidents would befall the less favorable servant in a pair. It kept the servants distant from one another and severed any communications within the mansion between the humans who easily outnumbered the two sorcerers. To make matters worse, Christian was also in charge of punishment, having to beat and whip his coworkers while under the mentalists’ control, because Master Thaume couldn’t get his hands dirty. That put him in an even more distant place than the other servants
All that finally stopped when Christian and two of the maids heard about the Griffons the first time. He was bringing food out to Master Thaume and his wife while the maids cleaned the room when a news story showed the queen killing off four members of a rebel group, and it inspired him. He served the food and hatched a plan after he was well away from the man who could read his mind. Over the next few days his checklists for the other servants were very odd, but not Master Thaume never read the servants daily chores and trusted Christian to handle it. This was a mistake, the chefs began losing knives, the maids misplacing fire pokers and umbrellas, the gardeners leaving tools out of the shed. 
Over the next week the entire mansion had a secret communication through their schedules, complaints to Christian were code for preparations being finished, compliments to Master Thaume were more audible to the other servants, usually describing what he was doing that day and how proud they were to work for him. The planning and scheming came to an end when Christian lead Master Thaume to his room, insisting he take a well deserved nap only for the mentalist to find his vision going foggy. A mixture of cleaning fluid and spices dulled his cognition, and a quick hook of the ankles with a fire poker knocked him onto the ground where a maid had just mopped. Thaume was dead within minutes as two of the maids had beat his head over and over with broomsticks. His wife suffered a worse fate, she was outside enjoying a walk by the garden while the gardeners were at  work. Technomancers don’t have very much control over shears and axes. 
Most of the servants went to the griffons, finding work in the various outposts but Christian was determined to be of more help, he went to the front lines with a wish to end the tyranny of the Sorcerer’s most profitable occupation. The slavery of humans was to come to an end, and he wanted to be there to see it happen.
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