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GrandWild wrote:Name: Piety
Age: 40
Appearance: A tiefling of about 6'2", with long maroon hair and pinkish skin. His horns are white gazelle-like horns that sprout from just above his eyebrows. He's fairly thin and his eyes are completely black. He wears clerical robes of white and red. He has a long tail the same color as his skin.

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Piety could not remember arriving in this stinking city, but Ilmater had gone quiet in his soul and this frightened him.
He had fallen out of practice with being frightened, and the sick feeling in his stomach agreed with him even less than it had been when he was still a lowly slave all those years ago. He was used to being powerful, now.
To make matters worse, this was a city filled with humans and unfamiliar races. Not a halfling, tiefling, or elf in sight. He got strange stares from many passers-by, and by the time he reached what he assumed was the city's center he was beginning to wish he had a spell to disguise the horns atop his head, which seemed to be the things drawing the most looks.

Hey Chimera, where is your master

GrandWild wrote:Name: Piety
Age: 40
Appearance: A tiefling of about 6'2", with long maroon hair and pinkish skin. His horns are white gazelle-like horns that sprout from just above his eyebrows. He's fairly thin and his eyes are completely black. He wears clerical robes of white and red. He has a long tail the same color as his skin.

Piety screenshot (1).png

Spoiler! :

Piety could not remember arriving in this stinking city, but Ilmater had gone quiet in his soul and this frightened him.
He had fallen out of practice with being frightened, and the sick feeling in his stomach agreed with him even less than it had been when he was still a lowly slave all those years ago. He was used to being powerful, now.
To make matters worse, this was a city filled with humans and unfamiliar races. Not a halfling, tiefling, or elf in sight. He got strange stares from many passers-by, and by the time he reached what he assumed was the city's center he was beginning to wish he had a spell to disguise the horns atop his head, which seemed to be the things drawing the most looks.

Hey Chimera, where is your master

GrandWild wrote:"I beg your pardon?" Piety drew himself up, placing a hand on the hilt of his dagger. "I'm a Tiefling. Haven't you ever seen a Tiefling before, human?" Evidently not, if he was calling him a bloody chimera. He didn't look remotely like such a creature. "Do I look like a three-headed monstrosity to you?"

Alright, very funny. Now show me where your master is...and while you're at it hand over that dagger.

I'm the Judge of this city. I have no superior. And you are beginning to annoy me, slave with your gibberish. Now do as your told before I'm inclined to damage you.

Hey, how'd you do that?

I am nobody's victim, and I serve only justice. I've never heard of Ilmater... and what is a God?

You're in Mastema. At the far North end of Armilious

Let me see your hand