Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 1 Prologue I’m going to start blogging!

Chapter 1 Prologue I’m going to start blogging!

The yin day is April 14th in the 4th year of rebirth.

Or rather-

The third day of traveling.

This is a dark room. The entire house is made of old wooden boards. There are gaps of various sizes between the walls. There are cobwebs and dust everywhere. It is obvious that this is an abandoned residence. A shabby house located in the wild, a doghouse that can't even provide shelter from the wind and rain.

But he can only rest here tonight.

"My name is Nohir Temariti. I am a reborn traveler. It doesn't matter what my original name was. Today is the first time I write a diary to remember my past and present. Horrible experience.”

The sky outside is very dark and overcast. A man who looks like a devil is sitting on an equally worn-out chair. Even if the chair is slightly shaken, it will make a squeaking sound. The huge flesh wings hang down weakly on the body. The side was used as a support, and a giant ax made of fine steel leaned against the wall next to it.

His arms rested on the table and were shaking from time to time. The natural reaction of his body showed that he was not calm in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it. The experiences he had experienced in the past few days were too exciting for him. He could use his previous life as a comparison. It was said that everything was turned upside down, but he still hadn't recovered yet.

The fear in his heart was still growing, but Nohir still suppressed his fear and wrote down his recent experiences with an old quill pen found in this broken house and a torn leather notebook also found together.

The room was very dark, but thanks to his eyes that emitted yellow light in the darkness, this dimness was like daylight in his eyes. Even without light, it did not affect his writing.

However, the handwriting looked crooked due to physical reasons, but there was nothing he could do about it. His body structure was completely different from before, and fear made his hands tremble unnaturally.

And what exactly happened to Nohill?
  Although it may sound like arrogant folly, in fact, he just escaped from hell.

He really flew out of hell with his wings and flew away from the devil's pit. He only killed three little devils who blocked the way. Fortunately, he did not attract the attention of other powerful devils. fled that place.

After that, he did not choose to join other refugees who had a chance to escape before the entire city fell. Instead, he fled wildly along the Jonsa River for two days until he came to this forest, also known as the Tooth Forest. place.

He found this dilapidated hunter's cabin to rest on the outskirts of the forest. Until now, he had almost no strength left.

Nohir dipped his pen and ink into his hands, lightly tapped on the paper and began to write.

"I use the native dialect of my original world. Even if I use a brand new language in this world, it may not necessarily be completely confidential, but it doesn't matter. I just want to write down my experience so that I can maintain a certain sense of myself. , these words are only for myself."

As he wrote this, Nohir suddenly stopped, moved his fingers with strange structures, supported his arm, and then continued writing.

"In my original world, I was just an ordinary college graduate, a completely ordinary person..."

He paused and added another word after this sentence.

"Ordinary humans."

At least it used to be.

Nohir looked at his hands again. Sharp claws were spread out in front of him. Each claw was longer than the joint of a finger. There were also pale horns on his head, sharp ears, and gray The hair, the huge wings behind him, and a sharp spear-like tail all indicate that he was reborn and traveled through time to become a unique race in this world.

"And now, I'm a tiefling, a devil's blood."

Tieflings are a sad race, a race that should not exist. Their birth can be described as a combination of tragedy and malice.

In the worldview of the world of Toril, abyssal creatures are the common enemy of all life, but the ancestors of every tiefling are pure human beings. No one knows what happened. Suddenly there are a group of children with devil blood in the world, but these children have no place to stay in this world because of their hell blood.

They are not welcome in any gathering place of humans and humanoid creatures. Only some cultists, careerists, and crazy mages will capture, sell or study them for various reasons.

The birth of this race is not their fault. No one wants to bear the malice of everyone in the world, especially this kind of unprovoked malice. They were once humans, and they also hated the abyss, but now they are forced to become the abyss. a part of.

Their birth involves a conspiracy. The reason for the birth of all tieflings comes from the devil kings in Baator Hell, and the mastermind among them is the devil king and the lord of the nine hells who are trying to become gods through this. , Asmodeus.

He attempted to create a brand new race and become the racial god of the tieflings, hoping to become a god in one fell swoop.

The subsequent history is unclear, but fortunately He failed. It is a blessing that these innocent humans did not continue to fall.

Even more fortunately, this failed plan also allowed the tieflings to completely get rid of the influence of their direct bloodline masters. Now even Asmodeus, who created them, or other demon kings cannot control them. .

The impact of this major event is very far-reaching. The most direct impact is that when Asmodeus attempted to become a god, his divine power leaked out, which directly caused most of the tieflings walking in the mortal world to be infected by this. The bloodline of the Lord of Nine Hells.

Even if he was not of Asmodeus's blood before.

Tieflings are not born evil. Although their bloodline from hell does have a certain influence on them, this influence is minimal. They are different from devils.

The direct descendants of real devils and mortals have a special racial classification. They are called devils, also called Cambions.

The tieflings are not the direct bloodline of the devil. Their birth is the product of the indirect influence of the devil kings. The descendants of this race are also the result of natural breeding among tieflings. There is no subsequent interference from the devil. It can be regarded as an independent race, at least most of them are.

"except me."

"A variant tiefling with a high concentration of devil blood. The direct blood source is Zariel, the great duke who rules the first level of the nine hells and the great devil. Moreover, I myself have a benign mutation and am born with It has grown wings that only descendants of devils can have, and its body attributes are much higher than those of ordinary tieflings, even approaching Cambion."

After thinking for a while, he added another sentence.

"And he is very handsome. Well, according to the aesthetics of his previous life, after all, this face was technically made by me myself."

Alas, this is probably the only place worth celebrating.

The devil's natural ability makes everyone in this race a handsome man and beautiful woman. Although most tieflings have red skin color, the different sources of devil blood will lead to tieflings of various skin colors.

The most common ones are deep red, deep purple and deep yellow.

Fortunately, his skin color is not much different from that of his previous life, and is even a little whiter. He has not turned into a red man or any other weird thing.

"And 14 years after I was reborn in this world, I finally succeeded in becoming a professional, and on that day I completely awakened my past memories."

"But the change happened too quickly. On that day, three days ago to be precise, the race in my current body was once again involved in a conspiracy about the devil. The entire city was pulled by eight giant abyss locks. When I went to hell, I was unfortunately affected, but I was lucky enough to escape."

"As for why it became like this..."

His thoughts suddenly returned to that afternoon.

(End of this chapter)

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