The city of baldur's gate lies in ruins. Corpses cover the street, and smoke rises high into black sky. There is no sun and no stars, only light from endless fires. A gigantic woman in silver armor stands among ruins, her golden hair fluttering in the wind, and her beautiful face ruined by grimace of hatred. “MURDERER!” Screams the the giant, and smashes what is left of ragefeast's tower with a blade made of pure light. “COME OUT AND DIE!” She proceeds to walk through the streets, crushing corpses beneath her feet. She is looking for someone.
Behind nearby house, another figure is sitting, leaning on the wall, and trying to treat her numerous wounds. She has run out of healing supplies long ago, and right now is trying to close bleeding recent stab with a fire, emanating from her finger. Two short blades are lying on the ground behind her. The figure curses under her breath and closes eyes for a moment. She leans on the wall, and waits for a moment, while her wounds slowly heal. In the flicker of nearby light small horns and dirty red hair is visible. It is a tiefling.
“BE CLEANSED!!!” Howls giant warrior of light somewhere in distance and smashes another wall in fit of rage. The tiefling opens her eyes and looks in front of her. Among the corpses lies human woman, pierced by spear, warrior with sword and shield and visible “X” brand on his forehead, a very ancient looking dwarf in blacksmith apron, and an orc. “You are all dead, aren't you.” asks tiefling, addressing corpses. Dead dwarf opens eyes and says “we are. You killed us”. “I did not” says tiefling in matter of fact voice and watches as dead dwarf stands up and picks his blacksmith hammer. “It is your fa-” starts growling the dwarf, as tiefling makes a gesture and sets the walking corpse on fire with a flaming beam. “I said, it was not me” she says calmly, looking at now burning dead dwarven blacksmith. Her eyes are cold. As dwarf's body crumbles to ash, she stands up, picks up her two swords, and makes few short gestures, clearly magical. Flames start running across her weapons and hands, and flickers around her boots. She heads out to what is left of nearby street... as she walks stone starts melting under her feet.
She yells to giant warrior of light in distance - “Hey, I'm here!” and waves to giant with glowing hand. The gigantic woman growls, turns back, and starts running towards lone tiefling, smashing through the ruins, as her hand begins a mighty swing.
Shouting invocation, tiefling starts makes a magical gesture... an infernal flame comes forth, starts forming a beam of fire... and vanishes. Nothing happens. All wards disappear and fire on her blades and hands goes out. The tiefling looks at her hand in disbelief... and understands that all her power is gone. As a last attempt, she starts screaming something very long in infernal and then she is destroyed by blade of light. As it all disappears, she hears flames of the numerous fires laughing at her.
...the dream ends, and a tiefling named Raven wakes up. Radiating extreme heat, she sits up in her stone bed that is covered by charred remains of bedsheets. She looks at cracked gem in her hand in disgust. “You don't ever give up, do you....”... she says to it. She throws away remains of bedsheets, stands up and grabs bottle of firewine from nightstand. She takes a sip, walks to the window, bottle in her hand, and looks outside. Finding this location was hard, since not many people were willing to lend a fireproof room to strange “devil-spawn”... Tiefling sighs. Nightmares kept visiting her night after for many months, without break, and at this point lack of sleep was showing as dark circles under her eyes – despite healing items and enchanted amulets she wore, and despite endless potions she drank every day. It could not continue forever.... yet surrendering gem and releasing what is inside of it was unthinkable.
In the darkness of night, Raven sat at the desk placed far away from the bed, and thought, once again. Few minutes passed, she stood up, took something from her travelling bag (placed in another far corner of the room), and placed it onto table. It was a scroll of parchment, very big one. She unrolled it, and used one of her blades as paperweight to prevent scroll from rolling back. In the darkness of unlit room she studied it for a while... and sighed. It was a blueprint. A construction project of sorts, covered by dwarven runes. Another failure. She leaned back her chair and looked at the window. She remembered a book she wrote, that took weeks of research and thinking. A book the resulted in nothing. She remembered her “companions” that were now nowhere to be found.
She frowned, and felt anger slowly starting to boil within her. Fire flickered along her fingers for a while, and then she finally managed to calm down.
Once again, she remembered words that Victor Nerak said to her, many months ago, and slightly smiled, somewhat bitterly. She stood up, picked up her gear, then started equipping her armor and blades, and finally cast her standard set of protection wards. She then took battle stance, and her hands started glowing again. She looked around dark and empty room, and, once again, summoned a devil.
A humanoid figure materialized in the middle of the room, glanced around immediately getting clear picture of situation. Raven grinned. “Finally. Reasonable one” she said and lowered her blades. “I have a proposition for you. I think you will like it”. She then started explaining. Their talk continued for a long time, and eventually reached some conclusion.
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Preparations took few weeks. Eventually a small group was assembled and led by her into faraway crypt. Once undead were cleared out, they started setting things up. However, the group rebelled. The mage she hired despite his apparently lacking experience has managed to get a clear picture of the task he was asked to perform, he abandoned almost finished magical circles. An argument broke out, which ended up in a fight. Hirelings turned onto Raven, who was victorios.
Raven sighed and looked at charred unrecognizeable remains of her late hired help which she just burned to ash. She sighed, and cursing her a bit lacking knowledge, continued drawing the circles, alone. Should the task be to difficult for her, she would have another option... rather costly one.
Eventually it was all done. A stone table was standing in the middle of magical circle, with stone arc behind it. Braziers were lit near it. Raven walked around unlit room, took out a scroll with instructions out of her pocket, unrolled it and read it again, making sure everything is in order. Then, once again, she summoned a devil.
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Few more days have passed. “Raven” finally regained consciousness and opened her eyes, for the first time since she finished drawing the circles and had to kill her hired help. She was lying on the stone table from earlier, which now was covered in her own dried blood. Braziers have long burned out, but a portal has opened in the stone arc. She sat up on the table, opened her hand, and looked at shattered remains of the gem that used to hold imprisoned fiend. The cracked gem has lost its infernal glow and looked empty. She then reached into pocket and took out a small mirror which somehow survived days of thrashing around in agony. She looked into it. She saw an attractive female face with no horns. Two black wings were visible in the mirror. She moved the wings slightly, trying them out, and then started laughing.
“I've done it” she said. “It was not impossible after all”. A new-born attractive-looking erinyes named “Raven”, put her feet on the ground and stood up. She looked around the room, for a moment, and flapped black feathery wings, almost losing balance. She smirked. “It is over. No more nightmares”, she said. She spent some time destroying the circles, then picked up her bag from the corner and walked to the stone arch with glowing portal. For a moment she stopped.
She remembered the beginning. People dying in a fire, working in a smithy, endless days of practice with the blades, her arrival. The day she learned how to summon fire, broken oath and thousands of creatures she sliced to pieces and burned to death without mercy. Her companions that briefly fought alongside her and has since disappeared. Her revenge that was denied, and attempts to make a place for herself, which failed. She dismissed thous thoughts.
Raven walked through the portal, alone, like always. Portal have closed behind her, and the room became empty.
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[Raven' Story Ends: Ascended to fiendhood and left material plane]
Character retired.Miscellaneous information of interest.
Appreance:
Tiefling woman in her 20s.
Fire red short hair and eyes of same color.
Orange clothes (resemble ranger's light armor), orange cloak, yellow headband, black boots. Clothes had burn marks on sleeves.
Deity:
Kossuth.
Languages:
Draconic, Common, Abyssal, Infernal, Dwarven.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Equipment of interest:
Clothes +4.
Ring Dex +3 Defl +3.
Two short swords: Dark Companion (+3 short sword, 2d6 massive criticals), Hellfire Sword (+3 short sword +1 fire, 1 per day flame arrow, red glow).
Build details of interest:
Hellfire Warlock
Perfect two weapon fighting/26 unbuffed dex at the time of retirement (30 with leaps and bounds).
Character traits and quirks:
- Really, really, loved fire.
- Loved firewine.
- Hated “invisible people” and sneaks.
- Never told an outright lie.
- Tried to honor agreements and promises, always.
- Lacked compassion.
- Hated angels (“winged bastards!”).
- Valued “companions”.
- Thought that she owes Flamelord a favor.
- Never learned how to pick a lock or pickpocket despite being a tiefling
- Disliked charities
- Laerix Varkeath
- Grimm Oathbreaker. (the indestructible dwarf)
- Evelyn (Lyonson).
- Ronin Marcus.
- Nihlus Rycalawre.
- Valiant Blinncraft.
- Pugdush Koleck (orcish druid, left server)
- Faberge.
- Barjum Mistmind.
- Cecilia Lafayette.
- Vicar Thomas Marlowe.
- Brenda DuVale.
- Victor Nerak. (left server)
- Myhun Kren
- Za'than Za'mal
- Tommy Slickboot “Bones”
- Ithilwen (whom Raven hated with passion)
- “Shaxarohn”(?), originated her bloodline few generations ago.
- Encounter with Hoihe Dacino. (2014/01/05) Minor phrase started it all.
- “Grandmaster” Vauk (2014/01/31, accused of making pact).
- Al (beat her up for no reason (2014/02/12), later was murdered by dead crows, who were hired by Raven)
- Cecilia Lafayette and order of Radiant Heart (refused to let her help member of the order, lied about that person's conditions (2014/03/13), and later accused Raven of murder (2014/03/27) without ever providing proof)
- Victor Nerak. (Traced her bloodline 2014/04/05-06, and mentioned possibility of becoming fiend)
- Devil scrying (yes, that is coincidence) with Muhyn Kren's help. Myhun Kren, however, refused to help further.
- Kraxus (devil from nine hells): Murdered her ancestor at unknown date, denying Raven her revenge.
- Telia Navra, Kahanak Habdilof (revealed their real faces in summer-autumn of 2014)
- And many others.
- Broke an oath.
- Met Azuth.
- Killed thousands of orcs and nagas.
- Gained access to candlekeep library.
- Determined where her bloodline originates from.
- Hired an assassin, had target killed, and evaded “justice”.
- Summoned and imprisoned devil that “stole” her revenge.
- Had potential love confession retconned (never happened again) because someone broke pvp rules.
- Went into hiding (from radiant heart, thanks to the tip from Valiant Blinnheart).
- Wroke a book on magic, entirely in infernal (still available in library).
- Participated in devil summoning performed by paladins (2014/01/25, kazarzikal, “possessed boy” event).
- Had a dragon land on top of her right when she walked out of the inn after being sick for several days.
- Hired “Golem” as bodyguard few times.
- Considered certain aasimar paladin trustworthy battle companion. Fought alongside, saved many times from death.
- Tried to hide warlock powers till the level 12..14.
- Had her picture drawn by Teris.
- Acquired blueprints for house of her dreams (fire-proof house at the shore of magma a lake), and failed to build it.
- Almost went insane at one point.
- Never told her last name to anybody.
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