It was an old age where the ancient Nightfall family encountered a dark force hungered of blood and souls, the most powerful of them was behind this invocation, a mage with a dark soul whose purpose was to rule over other planes by the link of power, sacrificed them all including many other innocent lives. None survived from his insanity except one: his brother. A part of the entity's power was transmitted to the mage's brother who killed him, giving his corpse and soul to an eternal suffering in exchange for a durable power who would be transmitted through centuries or even milleniums to his descendants. Centuries past, and the most talented of the Nightfall family could see their power growing, though the infernal and abyssal tongues where kept only by the ancients and lost through generations as for the lasts born of the family, Zeliates and Zaestrys.
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The two sisters were born in Daggerford and lived with their father in a mansion, it was a tragedy that their mother died few days after the birth of Zaestrys, however Naramax educated her and Zeliates until they grew up and were able to take care of themselves, still they stayed many more years in the mansions before they decided to go.
Despite the difference of their ages, the two sisters were like twins,white hairs, pale skins, blue eyes, only their hairstyle and cloths could differenciate them, cloth of black and red for Zaestrys, and an hornemented lighten purple chainmail for Zeliates, both where dressed in a dark and sexy falchion, some would consider theses a bit provocating while others would find them attractive, however they have their demarcation, also, Zeliates had more lovers than Zaestrys, but this never lasted, they were both loners in life and spirit.
The dream (or nightmare) of Zaestrys.
One night, Zaestrys remember the past like through a clean water, cold and warm at the same time she felt the uneasy aura emanate from her body like her sister, making children and adults as well timorous. She always remember theses dreams of hell, or even nightmares...but there descriptions are vague and images are blurred.
And this time where she werent suppose to see what she have seen...
A secret place of the mansion she has found after scrutinizing a wall in the basement.
Flashs of visions appeared in her mind covered by the darkness, visions of crimes and blood, cries and suffering and this look, theses malicious eyes always staring at her, asking for souls and fleshs, she couldnt forget...She blinks and woke up.
Her sister was sitting near her, holding a book, reading a page, Zaestrys could barely see the name of this book, "Daemonology".
Then Zeliates turned her head toward Zaestrys, "oh, your awake sister, i hope you didnt have this nightmare again".
Despite her dark dream, Zaestrys stayed calm, she wasnt scared at all. "Well" she said, "It's been different this time, I havent shouted, right?"
"You seem fine" said Zeliates. Then the young sister fell asleep again.
Depart.
It was the morning, "So this is it" said Naramax, "you are both leaving the place. Remember to stop by the Dragonback Inn and remind this dwarf he owe me 2 barrels of ale, or by the nine hells I'll have to take him by force". "Another of your bet I guess" said Zeliates while she and her sister saddled up their horse. "Farewell father" said the young womens, "aye aye, miss fortune watch over you", "as for me too..." he whispered to himself with a grin.
While the sisters where approaching side by side to Daggerford city, A thought came to Zaestrys, "Sister..." she said panting on her galloping horse, "What's up Zae?", "did you ever knew wich devil pacted with our ancestors?", "Father always kept the silence with this, its just like something restrain him to tell us more about it, he just said the knowledge has been lost and forgotten." "Have you ever think about our fate sister?" said Zaestrys with a worried tone,"Hell, who knows, maybe the fates of all warlocks are the same, and if it is the case, we probably have to worry about it" answered her sister, "who knows what happened to our ancestors", they slow down the gallop, "our gift is maybe a curse" she said, "but I guess it all depend of the nature of the pact...I compassionate for thoses who payed the price, unless they really deserved it...", Zaestrys remained silent . They arrived at the city doors.
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The sisters arrived at a large building and harnessed their horses to the nearest beam.
They entered into the inn, it was crowded, they could smell the odor of spices, food and various drinks, behind the loud hubbub, Zaestrys could hear a man, standing behind his bar, "Oy gals, dey be sumtin oi can do fer ye?", the man wasnt very tall, he was a heavyset dwarf with white whisker and a red nose, hes name was Brugen, "Yes" she said, "were coming for our father Nar..." He cut her off, "Naramax! Oi shouldnt hav accepted his bet, oi wun play cards wit him anymore after drinkin tree litters of dis guud ale, tell him oi be deliverin his barrels tomorrow", "I fear we wont be there to tell him, but thanks Brugen, a long road await us" said Zeliates, "aye, where are ye goin lasses to leave yer home so early?", "We dont know yet, but probably in direction of Baldur's Gate to the south", "oi be offer ye a drink before ye go, what wuld ye loike gals?", "Oh, well just an hydromel" said Zaestrys,"same for me" said Zeliates, "oi dun hav hydromel, just guud ale" respond Brugen, "Its alright" said Zel, the two sisters took a sip or two and prepared themselves to leave.
Four men looking bolshy arrived and blocked the exit door,"Oh oh, look at theses beauties guys, Tymora smiles on us today" said the one with a twangy voice who seemed to be the chief of the group, "But boss, they ar only two" said the biggest of them,"tch, We will decide for who is who" said the thug chief, "Now my pretty ladies, or ye come to the nearest room and stay with us, or ye wont leave this place in one piece","ye be leavin moy inn now ye thugs or oi'll be forced to kick yer ass roigt now" retorted Brugen showing his axe to intimidate them, "Ye the bartender ye better not get involved in this" said one the thugs, "What shall we do?" whispered Zaestrys to her sister, when Zeliates where about to draw her scimitar, the biggest and probably the strongest of the thugs catched her by the arms and turned her the back on him, pressing a dagger on her neck,"I'll slice her throat if ye make a move" he said with a wicked smile, while the bad men where laughing, a demonic voice whispered with echoes in Zaestrys's mind, "you can burn them..." said the voice, "they can burn in hell, you have the power...Do it", she had a fixed stare on them, her invisible hellfire aura escalating again, the thugs seemed for a moment not at ease,"burn" she said as hatred invaded her mind, "Yes you will burn to hell!", then with an uncomprehensible word, she made a flash of fire appear on the thug's body who let go of Zeliates, freed from her bounds. The other thugs impressed started to run outside quickly without a question.
Brugen and other spectators looked astonished, Zaestrys smiled.
In an ultimate screaming of suffering Draxtarion Nightfall cursed his brother Beneleth for sending him to hell, in a solemn vengeance he pactised with another devil named Toraboros who freed him from a bound of eternal suffering created by Orshtramanktrax who dragged his soul to him. By defeating this one, Toraboros and the warlock who gained a portion of the two devil's power, ruled over a small part of Baator as they agreed, the devil was the prime ruler, and Draxtarion the right arm.
But the will and power of Orshtramanktrax wasnt fully destroyed, it lived partially in the others Nightfall souls and was greatly weakened, reclaiming their souls in return to get an ounce of strength and reborn. That what expected the hellspawn and his conscientious servant, so they imprisonned the remained essence of Orshtramanktrax wich was part of this realm in an infernal ritual, so he wouldnt be freed when he would come back, Beneleth would still be damned as the curse of the pact would remain, and Draxtarion would live forever according to his plan.
Basic Information: Name: Zaestrys Nightfall aka Zeryal. Gender: Female. Race: Human. Age: 28 years old Deity: Shaundakul, she believes in him mainly because of his free spirit she think he will open her doors to new dimensions and protect her in her travels.
Profession(s): adventurer. Languages: Common, snippets of other languages (high lore), she also use the demonic tongue naturally when it comes to call upon her hellish power, without really knowing its meaning, she feels the power spread through her veins. Accent: None, she can just sound honeyed, cold or neutral depending of the situation and who she's facing.
Physical Information: Height: 175 cm. Weight: 75lbs. Body Build: slightly athletic. Hair Style: Actually having short white hair, she used to have long hairs combed with a ponytail. Eyes: blue Skin: White, a bit pale.
Epic: Strength - 10 --> She did some arduous work in the past, carrying "not so heavy" things. Dexterity - 14 --> She has a natural agility. Constitution - 28 --> Her toughness increased due to her infernal powers. Intelligence -10 --> not highly intelligent but she's still a crafty one. Wisdom - 8 --> Her balance can easily fall on both alignements, she has a good temper but might not answer kindly to any sort of provocation, lack of diplomacy. Charisma - 17 --> She has a natural prestance (imposing presence) but she knows to hide it.
Equipment:
Her outfit is harmoniously made of black and gray, wearing a dark chainshirt hiding a sword scar under her chest with a black hood to hide her face due to her slight paranoïa, her winged boots were crafted finely by the ThunderHammer Smithy in Beregost, her mace attached to the left of her black belt and a pouch on its right side, a small light shield is attached and its form run alongside her left forearm, she has taste for style, but also gained more discretion since she became somehow an outlaw. Personality:
She's a loner, her friends are few and thoses now who still know her real name are few, she's mentally fragile, she probably can turn against her friends, but not for their life, often rejected as a warlock, she'd rather join the outcasts than the justicars. She hear voices in her ears, she rarely listen to them, but despite her clear thoughts, her mind is often confronted to a puzzle, showing sometimes to her interlocutors, irrational thoughts or brieves moment of pure clarity.
