Taraclus Wintrish's page

My Silvanshee, Celeel, has a nasty habit of leaving people tied up that I told her to rescue. She says they insult her, and I just take her word for it.

Well, I was a tiefling before it was cool.

Oh. Oh dear. Fellows, I know you might have seen me as, at best, a sour supporter of Chelaxian affairs, but I know from personal experience that half the nobles in Egorian are less lenient than the Paracountess. And that was when I was the privileged son of a wizard! I shall do my best to support Mistress Dralneen. Anyone who wishes to hurt the Paracountess will have to go past my scimitar.

"From the way you all talk about your missionss, it would sseem the infernal beastss are already in charge of your nation. I think I shall continue to sserve my native Tian continent through the Lantern Lodge, to earn the honor needed to return home, and leave you all to your devilss."

We're not all bad. My faction mates don't look at me funny for waving around a wand of Infernal Healing...

I feel dirty. I'm fine with getting trinkets for the Paracountes's parties, infernal artifacts, and covering up your tracks, but desecrating temples? That's a little too far. Then again, I can't say I did not enjoy it after I was nearly killed...
He takes out a book and hastily scribbles down something with a worried look on his face, before shoving the book back into his bag.

Taraclus belts his scimitar to his hip.
Well, I guess I'll have to see you guys eventually, I have to go for a dawnwalk which may or may not involve rinsing my eyes with holy water. No need to follow.
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Also, if you see any of Ms. Dralneen's imps follow me,could someone inform it that while I don't like touching silver, I can still hold a silver dagger.

The tiefling throws up his cowl and leaves the embassy.

I wholeheartedly agree with Shou. Sensual pleasures are less of a reward and, for me, more chances to get punished... It could be worse, the Paracountess could worship Zon-Kuthon.

I'd, uh, love to join in the Asmodeus-praising, but Paracountess Dralneen's party got a little messy last night, and she said if I don't make the chains gleam, she'd pin my tail to the wall. Again.

Taraclus was put into slavery in an early mission, and I had him not so much as 'rescued' as 'bought'.