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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rayex" data-source="post: 4340489" data-attributes="member: 15833">Ok, here's a little bit of what I've been thinking about.Freedom - Female thiefling Warlock [Infernal Pact]Shamirita was raised by humans. Or rather a human. Master Mikial was the only cleric in Skeid, a small village at the outskirts of the Empire. Having the honourable position he did, nobody (atleast not puplicly) said anything when he took in the young Thiefling, found one night crying at his doorstep.Her childhood years were filled with misstrust from the other villagers, and the other kids were never allowed to asociate with the young thiefling. She was teased by the older kids, and mocked by the adults, but never when Mikial was around. Whenever the cleric was present, they all treated her like she was one of them. In her heart, she knew she never would be. In her late teens, Master Mikial started to change. He often used Shamirita as a punching bag, and was constantly drunk. Her already brooding hatred for humans and their deceptive nature only grew with the months of abuse. One night, in her dreams she was approached by a young man cloaked in shadows. He promised her power and glory, if she would only accept her true nature - that she was born into captivity, and her freedom was through killing the old Cleric. For weeks Shamirita had nightly visits by the shadow-man, each night he puched her to accept his bargain, and for each night that went past, she felt her resolve crumble, and knew the right of his words.At last, she accepted. Laughing in delight, the shadow-man, who Shamirita had come to think of as Temptation, put his hand on her forehead. Fiery pain and an explosion of emotions and almost-felt memories raced through her, and when she woke up she could still feel the fire inside her.In the evening, as was usual these days, Mikial once again got drunk and turned his attention on the young thiefling. But now, she had an answer. The old cleric burst into flames at your touch, and his screams pierced the night. Calling upon his patron deity, he was able to quench the flames and turned on you, hatred shining in his eyes. From his outstretched hands a ray of brilliant light striked for her, and she fell to the floor in pain. However at the same moment Mikial burst into flame again, now powered by Shamiritas pain and torment.The clerics drunkardness proved his undoing. Now too damaged and intoxicated to help himself, his human body quickly succumbed to the infernal flams. And Shamirita knew she had to escape. Hastily gathering her posessions, she left through a backdoor, at the same time she could hear people entering the front door. His shrieks of pain must have avoken the villagers. Using the darkness of the night, the young thiefling was able to sneak out of the village and into the plains beyond.That night, she renamed herself Freedom, and vowed to never again trust anyone, and she knew, in her heart, she was alone in the world.</blockquote>

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