A long journey. Back to the place that was supposed to be, and never was, her home.

After her sorcery manifested at age 9 life became different. She wasn't just one of the siblings at that point. Her parents started to resent her because she blew their cover about the thiefling lineage.

The schools weren't really built with sorcs in mind. Took quite the hits. Earned some favours. Made it through in the end. Bit muddled.

Sent to Worldwound training at age 15. Made it to 2nd circle, after some crappy whipping. Off to the front

It's a better place. There is information. There is a free world out there. Clearly Asmodeus controls just some playthings, not everything.

Defected by sneaking into an adventuring partys Bag of Holding after some months.

Hard to find a spot as a visibly Evil tiefling. Can't volunteer in Kenabres, they would find her.

Did a little adventuring. Eventually made it to Andoran. It's a nice place.

Truly a shame that she couldn't make the war. That might have been her best opportunity for multiple decades. Oh well. It goes on.

A spot to push. Convention, organized by archmagi.

Plausibly a deception. Worth the risk.

A simple election. Locals think it's a trap. Hiding sorcery and lineage.

Gave some gifts, from the "wares". Most likely to make it through. B-plan is ready.

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At 12, after they picked her for prep school, life became different. The family got even colder. They resented her for the privilege.

The school was an indoctrination. Just like the one before it. But the stakes were higher. Took a lot of hits. Made it through. Muddled. Confused. They weren't teaching them to think well. They were teaching them to think in circles about Asmodeus' crappy books greatness.

Got to the big place. New books, new facts. Arranged a few favours. Wanted to learn.

Cantrips weren't that hard. They just took time. And not getting tortured every evening.

First took a while. Made it around 19. Her place was secured. Still a bunch of theory left to study some study, but she had a system. Abstract the shapes. Let them in. Think of math. It's comforting important. Don't think of the pain. Savour the evenings free of badbadreward assignments. Make the good notes. 

Worldwound training. Off to the front. 

It's a better place. There is information. There is a free world out there. Where Asmodeus controls just some playthings, not everything.

Defected by sneaking into an adventuring partys Bag of Holding after some months.

Hard to find a spot as a visibly Evil tiefling. Can't volunteer in Kenabres, they would find her.

Did a little adventuring. Eventually made it to Andoran. It's a nice place. Defectors organize. They don't mind your past, if you're worth it.

3rd. Eventually 4th. Getting to the good jobs. No torture. Sometimes a person has to die. But often they did something wrong. It's mostly law-abiding jobs. Except when not.

A long journey. Back to what was supposed to be, but never could be, her home.

Truly a shame that she couldn't make the war. Some friendly fellas found baronies, allegedly nobles are to be replaced. No surprises there. The war might have been her best opportunity for a long while. Oh well. The show goes on.

It seems they trust tieflings even less now. Oh well. The rich fucks who drink still need their laundry done. The richer ones need scries. 

A place of action. Convention, organized by archmagi.

Plausibly a deception. Worth the risk.

A simple election. Locals think it's a trap. Hiding sorcery and lineage.

Gave some gifts, from the "wares". Most likely to make it through. B-plan is ready.

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At 12, after they picked her for prep school, life became different. The family got even colder. They resented her for the privilege. 

She didn't like Cheliax. You didn't have to like Cheliax to make it to the track. Nobody has to like Cheliax. But one shall not hope for better. A part of her was lost, with that hope.

The school was more indoctrination. But the stakes were higher. The math became interesting, but there were more punishments. 

Still made it through. Muddled. Confused. They weren't teaching them to think well. They were teaching them to think in circles about Asmodeus' lieslieslies greatness. Math was real for slaves. They couldn't change it every year. Managed a cantrip. It was fun to cast.

On to the big place. New books, new math, new lies. Arranged a few favours. Hungry to learn.

Polishing the cantrips wasn't that hard. Not getting tortured every evening helped.

First took a while. Made it around 19. She finally had it. Real spells. A bunch of theory left, but she had a system. Abstract the shapes. Let them in. Think of math. It's comforting important. Don't think of the pain. Savour the evenings free of badbadreward assignments. Make the good notes. 

Worldwound training. Off to the front. 

It's a better place. There is information. There is a free world out there. Where Asmodeus controls just some playthings, not everything.

Defected by sneaking into an adventuring partys Bag of Holding after some months.

Hard to find a spot as a visibly Evil tiefling. Can't volunteer in Kenabres, they would find her.

Did a little adventuring. Eventually made it to Andoran. It's a nice place. Defectors organize. They don't mind your past, if you're worth it.

3rd. Eventually 4th. Getting to the good jobs. No torture. Sometimes a person has to die. But often they did something wrong. It's mostly law-abiding jobs. Except when not.

A long journey. Back to what was supposed to be, but never could be, her home.

Truly a shame that she couldn't make the war. Some friendly fellas found baronies, allegedly nobles are to be replaced. No surprises there. The war might have been her best opportunity for a long while. Oh well. The show goes on.

It seems they still hate her. Oh well. The rich fucks who drink still need their laundry done. The richer ones need scries. Some dungeons with the new paladins. They are so Good it's kind of annoying. But also she knows. Cheliax desperately needs them. It needs examples. Better ones.

A place of action. Convention, plotted by archmagi.

Plausibly a deception. Worth the risk.

A simple election. Locals think it's a trap.

Gave some gifts, from the "wares". Most likely to make it through. B-plan is ready.

At 12, after they picked her for prep school, life became different. The family got even colder. They resented her for the privilege. 

She didn't like Cheliax. You didn't have to like Cheliax to make it to the track. Nobody has to like Cheliax. But one shall not hope for better. A part of her was lost, with that hope.

The school was more indoctrination. But the stakes were higher. The math became interesting, but there were more punishments. 

Still made it through. Muddled. Confused. They weren't teaching them to think well. They were teaching them to think in circles about Asmodeus' lieslieslies greatness. Math was real for slaves. They couldn't change it every year. Managed a cantrip. It was fun to cast.

On to the big place. New books, new math, new lies. Arranged a few favours. Hungry to learn.

Polishing the cantrips wasn't that hard. Not getting tortured every evening helped.

First took a while. Made it around 19. She finally had it. Real spells. A bunch of theory left, but she had a system. Abstract the shapes. Let them in. Think of math. It's comforting important. Don't think of the pain. Savour the evenings free of badbadreward assignments. Make the good notes. 

Worldwound training. Off to the front. 

It's a better place. There is information. There is a free world out there. Where Asmodeus controls just some playthings, not everything.

Defected by sneaking into an adventuring partys Bag of Holding after some months.

Hard to find a spot as a visibly Evil tiefling. Can't volunteer in Kenabres, they would find her.

Did a little adventuring. Eventually made it to Andoran. It's a nice place. Defectors organize. They don't mind your past, if you're worth it.

3rd. Eventually 4th. Getting to the good jobs. No torture. Sometimes a person has to die. But often they did something wrong. It's mostly law-abiding jobs. Except when not.

A long journey. Back to what was supposed to be, but never could be, her home.

Truly a shame that she couldn't make the war. Some friendly fellas found baronies, allegedly nobles are to be replaced. No surprises there. The war might have been her best opportunity for a long while. Oh well. The show goes on.

It seems the Chelish are afraid of her. Oh well. Being feared used to be an advantage. They still need wizarding. A couple of scries. Dungeoneering with paladins. They are so Good it's kind of annoying. But also she knows. Cheliax desperately needs them. It needs examples. Better ones.

A spot of opportunity. Convention, plotted by archmagi.

Plausibly a deception. Worth the risk.

A simple election. Locals think it's a trap.

Gave some gifts, from the "wares". Most likely to make it through. B-plan is ready.

A normal child. Follows the rules. Doesn't like pain. Is a coward. Doesn't want to inflict pain. But somewhat smart.

At 12, picked for prep school. Life became different. The family got colder. Resenting her for the privilege.

She didn't like Cheliax. You didn't have to like Cheliax to do well. Nobody is supposed to like Cheliax. But one shall not hope for better. A part of her was lost, along with the hope.

Prep school was more indoctrination. The stakes were higher. The math became interesting, but there were more punishments. 

Still made it through. Muddled. Confused. They weren't teaching them to think well. They were teaching them to think in circles to heighten Asmodeus' lieslieslies greatness. Math was real for slaves. It didn't change every year, like the other subjects. Managed a cantrip. It was fun to cast. With her own skill.

To the academy. New books, new math, new lies. Ended up as the one arranging favours. Hungry to learn. Had to thrive.

Polishing the cantrips wasn't that hard. Spending her social capital to actually get to study helped. Most peers spent what they had on status. Or chasing pleasure.

First took a while. Made it around 19. She finally had it. Real spells. A bunch of theory left, but she had a system. Abstract the shapes. Let them in. Think of math. It's comforting important and joyous immutable. Don't think of the pain. Savour the evenings free of badbadreward assignments. Make the good notes. 

Worldwound training. Off to the front. 

It's a better place. There is information. There is a free world out there. Where Asmodeus controls just some playthings, not everything.

Defected by sneaking into an adventuring partys Bag of Holding after some months.

Surprisingly hard to find a good spot. Couldn't volunteer in Kenabres, they would find her.

Did a little adventuring. Eventually made it to Andoran. It's a nice place. Organized defectors. They don't mind your past, if you make it worthwhile.

3rd. Eventually 4th. Getting to the good jobs. No torture. Sometimes a person has to die. But often they had done wrong. It's mostly law-abiding jobs. Except when not.

Slowly the censorship reduced. No more weekly thought detections. She was still afraid. Looking over her shoulder, waiting for the maledictors. But they couldn't catch all the defectors, and she wasn't a high value target.

A long journey. Back to what was supposed to be, but never could be, her home.

Truly a shame that she couldn't make the war. Some friendly fellas found baronies, allegedly nobles are to be replaced. No surprises there. The war might have been her best opportunity for a long while. Oh well. The show goes on.

It seems the Chelish are afraid of her. Oh well. They still need wizarding. A couple of scries. Dungeoneering with paladins. They are so Good it evokes an unique kind of annoyance. But also she knows. Cheliax desperately needs them. It needs examples. Ones who didn't get all hope whipped out.

There's hints about an opportunity. Convention, plotted by archmagi. Plausibly a deception, but worth the risk.

Nobles and priests get invited. Then a popular election. Locals think it's a trap from the new regime. She shares gifts from her collection. It helps push through.

She is elected, and going to Westcrown.

A normal child. Follows the rules. Doesn't like pain. Is a coward. Doesn't want to inflict pain. But somewhat smart.

At 12, picked for prep school. Life became different. The family got colder. Resenting her for the privilege.

She didn't like Cheliax. You didn't have to like Cheliax to do well. Nobody is supposed to like Cheliax. But one shall not hope for better. A part of her was lost, along with the hope.

Prep school was more indoctrination. The stakes were higher. The math became interesting, but there were more punishments. 

Still made it through. Muddled. Confused. They weren't teaching them to think well. They were teaching them to think in circles to heighten Asmodeus' lieslieslies greatness. Math was real for slaves. It didn't change every year, like the other subjects. Managed a cantrip. It was fun to cast. With her own skill.

To the academy. New books, new math, new lies. Ended up as the one arranging favours. Hungry to learn. Had to thrive.

Polishing the cantrips wasn't that hard. Spending her social capital to actually get to study helped. Most peers spent what they had on status. Or chasing pleasure.

First took a while. Made it around 19. She finally had it. Real spells. A bunch of theory left, but she had a system. Abstract the shapes. Let them in. Think of math. It's comforting important and joyous immutable. Don't think of the pain. Savour the evenings free of badbadreward assignments. Make the good notes. 

Worldwound training. Off to the front. 

It's a better place. There is information. There is a free world out there. Where Asmodeus controls just some playthings, not everything.

Defected by sneaking into an adventuring partys Bag of Holding after some months.

Surprisingly hard to find a good spot. Couldn't volunteer in Kenabres, they would find her.

Did a little adventuring. Eventually made it to Andoran. It's a nice place. Organized defectors. They don't mind your past, if you make it worthwhile.

3rd. Eventually 4th. Getting to the good jobs. No torture. Sometimes a person has to die. But often they had done wrong. It's mostly law-abiding jobs. Except when not.

Slowly the censorship reduced. No more weekly thought detections. She was still afraid. Looking over her shoulder, waiting for the maledictors. But they couldn't catch all the defectors, and she wasn't a high value target.

A long journey. Back to what was supposed to be, but never could be, her home.

Truly a shame that she couldn't make the war. Some friendly fellas found baronies, allegedly nobles are to be replaced. No surprises there. The war might have been her best opportunity for a long while. Oh well. The show goes on.

It seems the Chelish are afraid of her. Oh well. They still need wizarding. A couple of scries. Dungeoneering with paladins. They are so Good it evokes an unique kind of annoyance. But also she knows. Cheliax desperately needs them. It needs examples. Ones who didn't get all hope whipped out.

There's hints about an opportunity. Convention, plotted by archmagi. Plausibly a deception, but worth the risk.

Nobles and priests get invited. Then a popular election. Locals think it's a trap from the new regime. She shares gifts from her collection. It helps push through.

She is elected, and going to Westcrown.

A normal child. Follows the rules. Doesn't like pain. Is a coward. Doesn't want to inflict pain. But decently smart.

At 12, picked for prep school. Life became different. The family got colder. Resenting her for the privilege.

She didn't like Cheliax. You didn't have to like Cheliax to do well. Nobody is supposed to like Cheliax. But one shall not hope for better. A part of her was lost, along with the hope.

Prep school was more indoctrination. The stakes were higher. The math became interesting, but there were more punishments. 

Still made it through. Muddled. Confused. They weren't teaching them to think well. They were teaching them to think in circles to heighten Asmodeus' lieslieslies greatness. Math was real for slaves. It didn't change every year, like the other subjects. Managed a cantrip. It was fun to cast. With her own skill.

To the academy. New books, new math, new lies. Ended up as the one arranging favours. Hungry to learn. Had to thrive.

Polishing the cantrips wasn't that hard. Spending her social capital to actually get to study helped. Most peers spent what they had on status. Or chasing pleasure.

First took a while. Made it around 19. She finally had it. Real spells. A bunch of theory left, but she had a system. Abstract the shapes. Let them in. Think of math. It's comforting important and joyous immutable. Don't think of the pain. Savour the evenings free of badbadreward assignments. Make the good notes. 

Worldwound training. Off to the front. 

It's a better place. There is information. There is a free world out there. Where Asmodeus controls just some playthings, not everything.

Defected by sneaking into an adventuring partys Bag of Holding after some months.

Surprisingly hard to find a good spot. Couldn't volunteer in Kenabres, they would find her.

Did a little adventuring. Eventually made it to Andoran. It's a nice place. Organized defectors. They don't mind your past, if you make it worthwhile.

3rd. Eventually 4th. Getting to the good jobs. No torture. Sometimes a person has to die. But often they had done wrong. It's mostly law-abiding jobs. Except when not.

Slowly the censorship reduced. No more weekly thought detections. She was still afraid. Looking over her shoulder, waiting for the maledictors. But they couldn't catch all the defectors, and she wasn't a high value target.

A long journey. Back to what was supposed to be, but never could be, her home.

Truly a shame that she couldn't make the war. Some friendly fellas found baronies, allegedly nobles are to be replaced. No surprises there. The war might have been her best opportunity for a long while. Oh well. The show goes on.

It seems the Chelish are afraid of her. Oh well. They still need wizarding. A couple of scries. Dungeoneering with paladins. They are so Good it evokes an unique kind of annoyance. But also she knows. Cheliax desperately needs them. It needs examples. Ones who didn't get all hope whipped out.

There's hints about an opportunity. Convention, plotted by archmagi. Plausibly a deception, but worth the risk.

Nobles and priests get invited. Then a popular election. Locals think it's a trap from the new regime. She shares gifts from her collection. It helps push through.

She is elected, and going to Westcrown.

A normal child. Follows the rules. Doesn't like pain. Is a coward. Doesn't want to inflict pain. But decently smart.

At 12, picked for prep school. Life became different. The family got colder. Resenting her for the privilege.

She didn't like Cheliax. You didn't have to like Cheliax to do well. Nobody is supposed to like Cheliax. But one shall not hope for better. A part of her was lost, along with the hope.

Prep school was more indoctrination. The stakes were higher. The math became interesting, but there were more punishments. 

Still made it through. Muddled. Confused. They weren't teaching them to think well. They were teaching them to think in circles to heighten Asmodeus' lieslieslies greatness. Math was real for slaves. It didn't change every year, like the other subjects. Managed a cantrip. It was fun to cast. With her own skill.

To the academy. New books, new math, new lies. Ended up as the one arranging favours. Hungry to learn. Had to thrive.

Polishing the cantrips wasn't that hard. Spending her social capital to actually get to study helped. Most peers spent what they had on status. Or chasing pleasure.

First took a while. Made it around 19. She finally had it. Real spells. A bunch of theory left, but she had a system. Abstract the shapes. Let them in. Think of math. It's comforting important and joyous immutable. Don't think of the pain. Savour the evenings free of badbadreward assignments. Take notes. All to be a good slave.

Worldwound training. Off to the front. 

It's a better place. There is information. There is a free world out there. Where Asmodeus controls just some playthings, not everything.

Defected by sneaking into an adventuring partys Bag of Holding.

Surprisingly hard to find a good spot. Not feasible to volunteer for the Wound. They would find her.

Did a little adventuring. Eventually made it to Andoran. It's a nice place. Organized defectors. They don't mind your past, if you make it worthwhile.

3rd. Eventually 4th. Getting to the good jobs. No torture. Sometimes a person has to die. But often they had done wrong. It's mostly law-abiding jobs. Except when not.

Slowly the censorship reduced. No more weekly thought detections. She was still afraid. Looking over her shoulder, waiting for the maledictors. But they couldn't catch all the defectors, and she wasn't a high value target.

A long journey. Back to what was supposed to be, but never could be, her home.

Truly a shame that she couldn't make the war. Some friendly fellas found baronies, allegedly nobles are to be replaced. No surprises there. The war might have been her best opportunity for a long while. Oh well. The show goes on.

It seems the Chelish are afraid of her. Oh well. They still need wizarding. A couple of scries. Dungeoneering with paladins. They are so Good it evokes an unique kind of annoyance. But also she knows. Cheliax desperately needs them. It needs examples. Ones who didn't get all hope whipped out.

There's hints about an opportunity. Convention, plotted by archmagi. Plausibly a deception, but worth the risk.

Nobles and priests get invited. Then a popular election. Locals think it's a trap from the new regime. She shares gifts from her collection. It helps push through.

She is elected, and going to Westcrown.