"What?! I refuse." Said Krobelos. "You will not bring shame to our family
name." Replied his father. "We have always been fighters and we will
always be fighters, do you understand me?" Krobelos gave it some thought.
The act of swinging a chunk of metal on the battlefield and running
through mud did not appeal to him. He wanted to cast magic and confound
the world. Not shoot arrows into the eyes of scoundrels. His father had
pushed and argued with him about it for the last year. He didn't know how
to get out of it, until he had a bright idea. "Fine, I will be a fighter,
but do not think I am pleased." He lied. Immediately his father smiled at
him. "You've come around! In time, my child, you will come to love the
sound of battle, first hand. Being on the front lines is the only way to
fight. Not cowardly hiding in the back casting griffons and dragons from a
safe distance. The sound of metal clashing upon metal, the sound of your
enemy fleeing from the sight of you, That is the way to fight! Why when
I...." His father trailed on. Krobelos tuned him out. He didn't like lying
to his father this way, but it was the only way he would live his life
with his own goals in mind. It was one of the first times he lied in his
life, but he recognized it as a social skill. It was one that worked. And
it wasn't that big of a lie was it? The gods would forgive him, He would
still fight for them and that's all they cared about. Fighting. In the
morning he rose early, ate his breakfast, slung his backpack over his
shoulder and left the home after telling his goodbyes to the family. It
was a good day for starting out, he thought. A cool crisp morning with a
bright sun. The trail to the university did not need a walking stick, yet
he carried one. And a lie that echoed in his mind for some time...
Description:
The tiny demon before you is unlike anything you have ever seen. His
eyes are slanted and as dark as volcanic ash. In an effort to make himself
look more evil he has tattooed fangs dripping with blood on the sides of his
mouth. His nose is tiny and delicate, complimented by thin lips and a
square jaw line. His ears are long and pointy with large horns covered in
flesh and dried blood. As you lower your gaze you are caught by his
outstretched wings and elongated claws. His nails are sharp and long like
tiny daggers. His tiny legs barely seem able to support his frame, but his
long tail provides balance and stability.
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