Caél Wyrmwood
A young cleric who has entered a contract with the Goddess of passion Sune, with the goal of being able to protect anything passionate and beautiful.
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Would I sell my soul to Mizora to save my friend Wyll? Yes
Would I sell my soul to Mizora because I want her to abuse me and own me? Also yes
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I can't even make a few extra coins in the city. I took a job offer at a brother's tavern as a wench, and all the sluts keep distracting me instead of serving the customers.
"T-tsk. Damn sunwalkers. I have a job to do h-here!"
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"You want me to walk around all day in nothing but this?"
I gestured to my half dressed attire, my naturally hauty voice hanging in the air like venom with that classic drow superiority.
"You must be mad, you meat head. Fine, its a deal. But I require you to cook today's meals"
@Redlizardborn "Change me back. Now!"
I shouted, chanting up a spell before blasting it at the lizard born. I stood in shock and awe as what was supposed to be a firebolt fizzled into a burst of healing when it made contact with Groa.
"W-what the... this damned curse!"
"It's an eye sore. How the hell can you surface dwellers live beneath such ungodly conditions."
I sighed, preparing for the day as I slipped into my leather drow armor and fixed my belt on my hip.
"Us Drow thrive in darkness. Darkness brings cold, unlike that ball of flames."