A DISCUSSION ON FIENDS, PART A: SETTING THE TONE
"Fiends," began Preceptor Ryl. "Inhabitants of the Lower World. Pure Evil. Or near enough." He glanced around the room. His classroom had twice as many students in it as usual--curious ones with free time on their hands who had come to hear what some students had begun to affectionately call "the Lecture". Looking out at his audience, Ryl felt a twinge of panic. He still wasn't ready for this. When Wheldrake had offered him the Planar Studies position, he'd accepted without thinking about what it meant. Flexing his gloved hands, he took a deep breath. Just keep on going, and when this is done, you can go back to your quarters, and enjoy a nice cup of tea with Ariah. Now, won't that be nice? Steadying himself, he continued.
"But what in fact do we know about fiends, and their origins?" Ryl began to pace about the room. "Very little. Despite the assurances of countless religions that they have it all figured out, higher powers refuse to explain Fiends, and Fiends themselves offer too many explanations. Are they the children of the Void? Fallen celestials? Invaders?" Ryl shrugged. "It is impossible to say. Perhaps all answers are right..."
Gyeste raised his hand. Future Shaded Cabal material for certain, thought Ryl grimly. "Sir, when are you going to get to summoning fiends?"
Ryl glanced at him harshly. "The answer is never. Fiends are far too dangerous to be summoned, especially casually."
Gyeste seemed to doubt Ryl's opinion. "But surely a magician of sufficient power..."
"Let me tell you a story, Gyeste!" shouted Ryl. "Once there was a wizard of some small talent who thought he had an in with fiends. So he tried to summon them. It didn't work out." Ryl tore off his gloves, and showed the palm of his left hand. "The scarring makes it hard to see, but if you look hard enough, you'll see Arioch's brand still there--despite my best efforts to eradicate it. That mark is my memorial to four lifetimes worth of humilation and servitude. Whenever I'm getting a bit cocky--whenever I think I've got it all figured out, I just look at that mark and remember how wrong I can be." Ryl flexed his hands, the black claws clicking against one another. "No one deals safely with fiends, my friend. No matter who they are." The half-fiend's eyes seemed to glow a dull red, and his tail was flicking in anger. "Now then, if you'll excuse my outburst, we'll get back to the topic at hand." He turned back to the board. "There are many different types of fiends..." he began, in a calm tone.