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Everyone in the thread seemed very against it - saying Devils make their deals known up front.OOTS_Allistar wrote: So, out DM wanted to try something different during character creation. We were asked to make a character given 6 levels in a class and a race. I was a bit skeptical, but sure why not. I was given a tiefling necromancer wizard. I look over to him and ask what kind of campaign this is going to be, "oh it's a planar game, but I plan on making a mix of good and evil characters".... HMMMMMMMM....... Ok, sure I guess. Because I think it would be cool I go ahead and give him the noble background. A few days later I start thinking about what this guy's story could be, and more about what his family's story could be since infernal blood doesn't just happen. I have some very badly written bullet point stuff based on what the DM and I thought up. Sorry in advance for the cringe (only half of it was intentional, the other half was the DM).
Long ago, my parents sign a contract with a devil (We didn't really roll, but I think it would be power and wealth)
We get known as the "house of flame" and the "fiend blooded"
Later on they have 3 children, all of which are boys (and I'm the youngest son)
After some time I begin to study magic with my family's court wizard
Many years later the devil comes back demanding payment, but we have no idea what he means
Decides to play a cruel game with me.
He shatters the glass mural of our family, and hands me a shard and gives me an ultimatum
Either I kill my family, or he would kill everyone I had ever known.
I cave, but I know what I have to do.
I am forced to cut them down one by one.
My mother's dying gasps "I'm so sorry"
The devil laughs, takes the shard from me and looks me in the eyes
He plunges the shard into my heart
I don't die, but I'm now cursed with the dying screams of my family
He vows to bring them back and absolve himself
Through he knows of necromancy, but he knows it can't bring them back (at least in the way he wants)
The only thing left he has to follow is the well of souls, the lord of bones, and the path of lichdom.
I'm not too proud of this one, and I'm definitely open to strait up scraping the whole thing. I dunno, I'm a bit out of it right now, what do you think, and how would you go about writing something like this?
The fact that everyone seemed to be shooting this down.... made me want to challenge them
And so using all of the things the original posted noted - I wrote them a background...
Thoughts?Tawmis wrote: I don’t blame them.
Really, I don’t.
We all do things in our youth that are foolish. Especially when the potential consequences seem so far away from the present.
My mother and father – bless their hearts – fell in love at a very young age. My mother, she came from royalty. My father? He was a street urchin who finally managed to steal something worth a damn – and that, was my mother’s heart. My mother’s father – my grandfather – him, I never cared for. All he cared about was wealth and power. Would not allow my mother to see my father, because my father – in his eyes, was worthless.
So my mother used to sneak out, with the help of her hand maids. And one night, when she snuck out, my father proposed to her. She accepted – but my father knew, her father would never accept him. So my mother and father did what any, desperate, young soul would do.
They made a deal with a Devil. Enter Bar’garius – the Horned Devil.
My father pleaded with Bar’garius to grant him money, so that he could marry my mother. The Horned Devil agreed – but had one small hook to the deal. That one of their children (he promised they would have more than one, he’d foreseen it – if they agreed to the deal) – would become his servant to do his deeds.
Love, it’s amazing and beautiful.
But also makes good natured people, who are desperate, do things without considering the consequences. Love, as they say, is blind.
My parents agreed – and Bar’garius created a crest for my family – two horns (his own) with flames on top. Vanity… it seems even devils suffer from it. Because this had become the family crest – my father’s “family” became known as “The House of Flame.” To “populate” my father’s family, Bar’garius actually populated it with lemures, shape shifted to appear human.
My father came up with the story that he had been rich all along, but had not gotten along with his family, so he gave up the gold and riches to try and make it on his own. But now, the person who had made his life hell had perished, he accepted his status once again. This – whether it was that my father was willing to give up his life of riches to live on his own – or the fact that he actually now had money – appealed to my grandfather. Somehow, I think it’s the latter.
As Bar’garius had predicted, after the wedding – as the years went on, my mother and father were blissfully happy, and had three children, with me being the youngest of them. Because of their love and blissful life, the fact that they had made a pact with Bar’garius easily slipped their mind.
By the time I was sixteen, I found I was able to manipulate magic very easily, unlike my other two, older brothers.
I began taking lessons from the family wizard – who, I did not know – until just a moment ago, was actually Bar’garius in disguise.
On my eighteenth birthday – Bar’garius revealed himself to me, dropping the illusion of being “Tarok, the family wizard.” He also dropped the illusion that the family on my father’s side were not even human – they were fleshly lemures!
He then shattered a glass mural that hung on the wall, of our family and handed me a shard of the glass. He gazed into my eyes, and explained I was bound to him – and that my magic is because of him. He told me that my parents made a deal and that I would serve him.
He shoved the shard through my heart - my soul - and unleashed my potential - revealing me to be a Tiefling - not even human!
I tried to fight it – but I wasn’t in control of myself… but I could see what I was doing.
One by one, I killed my father, my two elder brothers, and finally my mother, who with her dying words, clutched at my sleeves as she slid away, her blood all over my hands, choked, “I’m sorry.”
Bar’garius laughed at me and explained I would be called upon to do his bidding. And as I did so, the souls of my family that he had forced me to kill – would be restored to life, with no memory of me or what I had done.