Roll Slayers

Makaria's Story:

The people of Westendale never understood Makaria, but the humans never understood why the tiefling family moved into a mostly human village. Tieflings are more common in the big cities, not some backwater hamlet like this. This made some people suspicious of their motives.

However, Makaria wasn’t just a normal tiefling. She had powers her parents didn’t. At times, it seemed like she couldn’t control them. Oh sure, she could light fires and cast illusion with no problem, but every once in awhile, she would turn her skin blue or lift every bucket in town 5 feet off the ground. This made more people suspicious.

Also, it wasn’t like they couldn’t afford to live in the big cities. Makaria’s family had many priceless heirlooms. They were passed down in her family since before the cataclysm, many still had arcane properties. This made ONE MAN greedy.

One the last night Makaria saw her parents, Lord Deverrun arrived just before dinner with two or three armed guards. He said he just came to talk. He said he wanted to acquire some of their rare artifacts. Makaria’s father explained to him that the artifacts he spoke of were family heirlooms, that they would no sooner part with them than he would part with their lives.

Lord Tobias Deverrun said three words after that. Three word that changed Makaria’s life forever. “So be it.” and with that plunged a dagger through her father heart. As, her mother turned to protect Makaria. One of Lord Deverrun’s guards ran up to her and struck her down with a single blow. Then, Lord Deverrun left, collecting all of the heirlooms, leaving Makaria with nothing but an empty house a two dead parents.

Lord Deverrun wasted no time convincing the people of Westendale that Makaria’s wild magic took the lives of her parents. The townsfolk were ready to believe such a story. So, as a mob, they chased Makaria out of town. She found her way to Pelegiad and made a living begging and stealing. And waiting.

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Lord Deverrun sold the artifacts, and made a grand sum in the process, enough for him to buy a mansion and retire in Pelegiad. However, he did keep one thing, A giant pearl, set in a golden brooch with strange runic markings in it. At night, the texture of the pearl seemed to swirl around with mystic energy.

One night, Lord Deverrun awoke to a strange hissing sound. His room was complete shrouded in inky darkness, and could hear steps pacing around him bedroom.

“Who goes there?” he commanded shakily.

In the darkness, he saw two large glowing red eyes turn to look at him. Then a deep booming voice spoke.

“So,” It said as if coming from all over, “This is what you did with MY heritage. MY birthright. MY FAMILY!!”

A sudden gust of wind flung open the window and the blackness evaporated. In the moonlight, Lord Deverrun saw the face of his visitor. Standing at the foot of his bed, was the little Tiefling girl, all grown up, he had chased out of Westendale all those years ago.

“Your lucky you didn’t sell it all,” She said in her normal voice, walking towards one of open windows, “I guess I’ll just take this back for now.” She held out the golden brooch, “If you had sold it all, I would have to take your life as payment.”

Makaria paused at the window. She should just end him now, and rid the world of his filth. But she knew killing him would not bring her parents back to life. So, she just gave him fair warning not to tempt her.

“Next time you see me,” Makaria told the pale frightened lord, “it will be the last thing you ever see.”

As she leapt out the window, Lord Deverrun finally managed to let out a trembling “Guards!”