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<blockquote data-quote="drunkadelic" data-source="post: 1666793" data-attributes="member: 4020">From the diary of Alanis - Tiefling at Large:&nbsp;My father was a simple farmer in a rural gate town in The Outlands, met my mother while she was fleeing from people’s prejudices about being a Succubus and all. She seduced him while he was hiding her and became pregnant.&nbsp; After I was born she left during the night leaving my father to raise me.&nbsp; Neighbors found out my heritage and became nervous.&nbsp; Father continued to defend me and tried to raise me right. &nbsp;I finally ran away to Sigil at age 14, from there I began to explore the pathways to the other planes.&nbsp; Along my travels I met a retired warrior who observed my abilities and decided to teach me how to become a great fighter myself.&nbsp; She became the only being I trusted until she found a way to gain from my mother’s linage.&nbsp; My master tried to turn me over to the Dustmen for a reward.&nbsp; I avoided be captured by convincing a stupid prime that I was a great heroine and would return with him to protect his village from a monster that was terrorizing them.&nbsp; The dumb ‘berk used his entire village’s savings, somewhere around 50 large to buy the dusties off. Once arriving in his village I went about my way telling great tales of my own bravery and strength, once all the simple primes were convinced and had the utmost faith that I was their savior, come to kill their nightmarish beast, thus saving the day, blah blah blah. &nbsp;“Forget that crap,” I thought, “You can hope for salvation in this hand, and dump excrement in the other….”&nbsp;So yes I ran, why should I care about other people’s problems, especially a group of no-name villagers from some backwoods town on the prime.&nbsp; Life was going well until a few scrappy heroes caught up with me.&nbsp; On behalf of the village I screwed over, they had been busy tracking down my poor ailing father and was holding him hostage.&nbsp; So I had a choice to repay the money that those dumb berks had paid to free me from the dusties or to let my dear old dad to be lost for eternity. &nbsp;Roundabouts that time, some shifty mercane thought he'd pop in and offer me some kinda &quot;deal.&quot; Wasn't much of a deal if you ask me, I be his slave until he decides he's profited enough off my infernal ass, and he pays the tab for my dad's release. What could I do?&nbsp; What a time to be having a conscience.(Next time: yet more character backstory!)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="drunkadelic, post: 1666793, member: 4020"] From the diary of Alanis - Tiefling at Large: My father was a simple farmer in a rural gate town in The Outlands, met my mother while she was fleeing from people’s prejudices about being a Succubus and all. She seduced him while he was hiding her and became pregnant. After I was born she left during the night leaving my father to raise me. Neighbors found out my heritage and became nervous. Father continued to defend me and tried to raise me right. I finally ran away to Sigil at age 14, from there I began to explore the pathways to the other planes. Along my travels I met a retired warrior who observed my abilities and decided to teach me how to become a great fighter myself. She became the only being I trusted until she found a way to gain from my mother’s linage. My master tried to turn me over to the Dustmen for a reward. I avoided be captured by convincing a stupid prime that I was a great heroine and would return with him to protect his village from a monster that was terrorizing them. The dumb ‘berk used his entire village’s savings, somewhere around 50 large to buy the dusties off. Once arriving in his village I went about my way telling great tales of my own bravery and strength, once all the simple primes were convinced and had the utmost faith that I was their savior, come to kill their nightmarish beast, thus saving the day, blah blah blah. “Forget that crap,” I thought, “You can hope for salvation in this hand, and dump excrement in the other….” So yes I ran, why should I care about other people’s problems, especially a group of no-name villagers from some backwoods town on the prime. Life was going well until a few scrappy heroes caught up with me. On behalf of the village I screwed over, they had been busy tracking down my poor ailing father and was holding him hostage. So I had a choice to repay the money that those dumb berks had paid to free me from the dusties or to let my dear old dad to be lost for eternity. Roundabouts that time, some shifty mercane thought he'd pop in and offer me some kinda "deal." Wasn't much of a deal if you ask me, I be his slave until he decides he's profited enough off my infernal ass, and he pays the tab for my dad's release. What could I do? What a time to be having a conscience. (Next time: yet more character backstory!) [/QUOTE]

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