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Far to the west, past the isles of illusion there was a human settlement that lived in relative peace for several generations. Worshippers of Sarich, they built temples and practiced benevolence behind thick walls of brick. Living in a fronteir land they were constantly beset by all manner of natural dangers - goblins, orcs and the like. Through their faith in their God and their practice in the martial arts they were able to defend themselves from such affronts. Over time the humans became complacent. Their easy existence brought boredom. Their love for Sarich was no longer enough to give them a sense of fulfillment. While they continued their praise to their God, they turned to mock and curse other gods. The main target of their affronts was Tyrone, the Bane of Life. Secluded in their temples and safe behind their thick walls, they believed that their defences were impregnable. They could withstand any assault from without. Tyrone heard their insults, and saw their foolishness. Instead of sending a mortal army to crash against their walls, he instead opened a portal into the city, through which he sent a single demon. This demon was gifted with enchantments of concealement, speed, and charm. Once inside the city it located a woman of child bearing age and seeded her, as instructed by Tyrone. Enthralled in ecstacy, she was unable to resist the demon, and when the deed had been done, he had erased her memory and returned to the portal. The city rejoiced in this woman's immaculate conception, for she claimed no man had shared her bed, and no man would take responsibility for the child. Impregnated by Sarich, there was to be a grand festival to celebrate the birth of the most holy child. It turned out that this would be no natural pregnancy. Her belly expanded at an excellerated rate. Within two months she was burgeoning. By the third month she was bed ridden. Her skin was swollen and torn. Dark purple lines traced her abdomen, and her flesh was a pale white. It was as if the baby was consuming her lifeforce to fuel its growth. Four months from the day of conception, a child was born. Nay, not a child born, but a demon spawned. Alone and unconscious, the demon burst forth from her abdomen. The lone goodwife tending the pregnant woman stared on in disbelief at the image of a stocky, four foot tall, bright red skinned demon with jagged white teeth. It quickly tore out her throat, then devoured her essence. The tiny demon stalked through the night, from house to house. Each person it encountered was slain, and with each kill it grew in size and strength. By the time the sun began to rise, the demon was fully grown and the only living being in the entire settlement. With his objective complete, and his thirst for destruction sated, he turned his eyes west, to the land of Thera. Driven by his hunger for chaos, and his comuplsion to dominate, he goes there to consume the living and attain unspeakable power.