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The wind whipped hard across the ivory crested peaks of the glacial mountains, a never-ending grousing that swept across the length of the spine of the world and insured its inhabitants that they knew exactly where they tread.
A small fiendling girl walked with her heavy grey cloak wrapped thick over her shoulders, its cowl draped over her head and acted as a screen against the bitter climate. Her ginger eyes stared down at the passing snow and strands of gray hair fell from her scalp and stiffly swayed from side to side as she walked. Every part of her body felt frozen and stiff but she pressed on regardless, if she lingered even a few days longer the snows would come, and her cohort didn?t seem like the type who would hesitate to leave her behind to die cold and alone.
They didn?t know of her heritage of course, she had made certain that her horns remain hidden behind her cowl, it never came down, and seldom did she look up from the ground. She knew they hated it, she could sense each instant they were around her that she wasn?t natural, the faint scent of brimstone trailed around her, which would have marked her heritage if she hadn?t already revealed her practice of lower planes magic.
Perhaps the only thing that kept them from killing her was their pedophilic associate whom had decided it would be worth his effort to take her virginity. As unholy a creature as she was, she believed that to be her sanctity and the very thought of that disgusting ogre of a man touching her chilled her to the bone. But that chill shortly erupted in anger, she never liked being angry, things happened when she got angry. It was her rage and fury that brought about her magic and summoned the darkness.
A spear of her anger made manifest pierced his body and tore his flesh asunder in a single blinding instant. The man collapsed heavily wounded and in the end bled to death. The others didn?t seem to mind; in fact at least two of the five seemed pleased on some level. They permitted her to travel with them from Icewind Dale further south to where she could travel alone. The incident kept them away though, each time she revealed anything about herself to anyone it drove them away. They all kept their distance and only spoke to her in fleeting answers.
She didn?t mind it so much, it hurt on some deep level for them to think the things they thought, but each time someone saw her body, or her talents they were driven away. She felt her mind returning to the man she had inadvertently murdered and she stiffened her lip. She didn?t care that he was dead in the least, and the thought that she had caused it meant absolutely nothing to her, but the fact that she didn?t care seemed troubling. On many levels she considered these men evil, the creatures on the underbelly of society that should be dragged to the lowest pits and pumped full of steel and magic.
But then, she also felt she was one of them. It felt wrong, but at the same time she couldn?t help but accept it, only in moments like this where the could truly settle down and contemplate her past would she ever come to regret what she had done in her recent past. Though once the next opportunity arose she felt it was instinct, as easy and mechanical as reading or dressing herself. She silently marked the man into the back of her mind as they proceeded along the path, she could smell blood on the air, she knew it wasn?t real, a premonition of what was to come. Her hands swept her cloaks folds over her shoulders and she twitched her gloved fingers readily, prepared for the fight to come. The pedophile was marked as the fifteenth, only three months had past since she had left Archemedes home and she had killed multiple people on a weekly basis? She was a monster, a horrible creation descent from the lower planes and given a mortal body. Purple mist began to excrete itself from the pockets in the weave she was opening up around her hand and her eyes locked onto a barbarian leaping down the rocky cliff face with halberd in hand. Two others followed swiftly behind him their eyes filled with blood lust and a want for battle.
She whispered the infernal words and thrust her hand forwards, compelling the mist to take form and strike out with all her self antipathy. She pictured his face within her mind and studied it closely, committing it to memory under the identity of Sixteen.
A small fiendling girl walked with her heavy grey cloak wrapped thick over her shoulders, its cowl draped over her head and acted as a screen against the bitter climate. Her ginger eyes stared down at the passing snow and strands of gray hair fell from her scalp and stiffly swayed from side to side as she walked. Every part of her body felt frozen and stiff but she pressed on regardless, if she lingered even a few days longer the snows would come, and her cohort didn?t seem like the type who would hesitate to leave her behind to die cold and alone.
They didn?t know of her heritage of course, she had made certain that her horns remain hidden behind her cowl, it never came down, and seldom did she look up from the ground. She knew they hated it, she could sense each instant they were around her that she wasn?t natural, the faint scent of brimstone trailed around her, which would have marked her heritage if she hadn?t already revealed her practice of lower planes magic.
Perhaps the only thing that kept them from killing her was their pedophilic associate whom had decided it would be worth his effort to take her virginity. As unholy a creature as she was, she believed that to be her sanctity and the very thought of that disgusting ogre of a man touching her chilled her to the bone. But that chill shortly erupted in anger, she never liked being angry, things happened when she got angry. It was her rage and fury that brought about her magic and summoned the darkness.
A spear of her anger made manifest pierced his body and tore his flesh asunder in a single blinding instant. The man collapsed heavily wounded and in the end bled to death. The others didn?t seem to mind; in fact at least two of the five seemed pleased on some level. They permitted her to travel with them from Icewind Dale further south to where she could travel alone. The incident kept them away though, each time she revealed anything about herself to anyone it drove them away. They all kept their distance and only spoke to her in fleeting answers.
She didn?t mind it so much, it hurt on some deep level for them to think the things they thought, but each time someone saw her body, or her talents they were driven away. She felt her mind returning to the man she had inadvertently murdered and she stiffened her lip. She didn?t care that he was dead in the least, and the thought that she had caused it meant absolutely nothing to her, but the fact that she didn?t care seemed troubling. On many levels she considered these men evil, the creatures on the underbelly of society that should be dragged to the lowest pits and pumped full of steel and magic.
But then, she also felt she was one of them. It felt wrong, but at the same time she couldn?t help but accept it, only in moments like this where the could truly settle down and contemplate her past would she ever come to regret what she had done in her recent past. Though once the next opportunity arose she felt it was instinct, as easy and mechanical as reading or dressing herself. She silently marked the man into the back of her mind as they proceeded along the path, she could smell blood on the air, she knew it wasn?t real, a premonition of what was to come. Her hands swept her cloaks folds over her shoulders and she twitched her gloved fingers readily, prepared for the fight to come. The pedophile was marked as the fifteenth, only three months had past since she had left Archemedes home and she had killed multiple people on a weekly basis? She was a monster, a horrible creation descent from the lower planes and given a mortal body. Purple mist began to excrete itself from the pockets in the weave she was opening up around her hand and her eyes locked onto a barbarian leaping down the rocky cliff face with halberd in hand. Two others followed swiftly behind him their eyes filled with blood lust and a want for battle.
She whispered the infernal words and thrust her hand forwards, compelling the mist to take form and strike out with all her self antipathy. She pictured his face within her mind and studied it closely, committing it to memory under the identity of Sixteen.