In ages long past, the Avatar of Alkir - a god of lust, pain and suffering dwelt upon the face of Kyor. It’s priests and priestesses trafficked in human sacrifice of the most horrible kind. The most attractive young people were married to the god; the best warriors fought madly for its amusement. The ancient tieflings who suffered under this demon-lord cried for release.

Eventually, someone responded. The white sorcerer Avanrakash, last of his kind, formed the Circle of the Right-Hand Path and entered into a pact with the Nine Old Gods. Beggar, Blacksmith, and Child offered him defenses against the Avatar of Alkir. Farmer, Judge, and Maiden gave the white sorcerer uncanny faculties and constitution. Finally, the Mariner, Traveller, and Warrior combined their might to create a magic weapon - a staff of great power.

A titanic battle raged. Mountains were formed, rivers moved, deserts made, seas consumed. All died except Avanrakash and he was mortally wounded. With the staff of power he drove Alkir from the body it used on the mortal plane and sealed him from the world of Kyor. Avanrakash then presented this staff to the remaining tieflings and disappeared into the mountains, presumably to die, though none knew his true end.

A dynasty of kings took up the staff and created the city-state of Sanguine which has lasted for millennia. First, struggling against the other ancients. Then, opposing the might of the alien Masters. The city pushed back against the worst colonialism of each of the three heritages, and then most recently struggling through the great war that enveloped the entire continent of Radavan against Corvax and his soldiers.