Siege on Amberfall

Game Master SecSeibzehn

Not only did Seila's mother become pregnant but she gave birth to a monster. Twice damned by the peers she relied on for survival she was cast into the streets with her monstrous daighter to face whatever terrible fate the cities darkest nights held in store.

To this date the exact fate of Seila's mother is all but unknown. Seila herself does not speak of it and for now that is unimportant.

She gained her start as a proffesional killer at a young age. Children her age were willing to do anythign to survive to the next meal and she was no exception. When she was chosen by a local gang to deliver a deadly package to a rival gang leader none had expected her to survive.

And indeed when the roval gang leader discovered the nature of the package his intent was a slow and painful murder for the ugly little girl who brought it. Instead a fearsome demon emerged from the shadows and began ripping his men apart. To make matters worse for him was the little demon girl simply ripping a blade from a dead mans hands and hacking the rest of his guards to pieces. The ensuing massacre only lasted a moment but in that moment whatever hope for the little girl vanished entirely.

She returned to the gang that originally hired her as a delivery girl carrying the severed head of that gang's leader. None had expected her to survive, but they could not have imagined her returning to demand payment while still covered in blood.

And so began a surprisingly successful career as a hired hitman. The shadowy demon that was her savior was a creature by the name of Xon. He did not explain his reasons for her rescue and any attempts to discern his origins were always met with vague adn cryptic remarks if he said anything at all. Regardless he guided her in developing her arcane abilities explaining that her fiendish heritage gave her an intimate connection with the great beyond and her powerful bloodline let her rip creatures from that endless beyond to serve her whims.

As she grew older, her skills with blade and spell grew sharper and so did her price and reputation. HEr looks matured from an ugly impish thing into an exotic and dangerous looking beauty with an unmistakable fiendish heritage. Hardly a subtle hitwoman she traveled wide and far to dodge authorities and ensure the highest possible payouts for each job. She specialized in dealing with highly guarded targets and was often hired by organizations who were out to sned a bloody message to rivals. She was not terribly picky about her clients working for thieves guilds, mages with grudges, evil governments, churches and occasionally law enforcement agencies.

During the Amberfall war broke it was business as usual. She worked both sides choosing to prefer neither one or the other as long as both paid well. Working more as a mercenary than assassin she became widely feared as the Flower of Death that blossoms suddenly and leaves nothing but torn bodies and gore in her wake.

Even as the order began to rip apart their enemies and leave nothing but shredded armies in their wake she still refused to choose sides. Afterall what difference would it really make to her?

It was the Amberfall Order that betrayed her first. Feeling that she was a liability at best if left alone they hired her for an impossible hit on one of the last bastions left to the remaining kingdoms as they were preparing to unleash a devastating arcane ritual that would wipe the area clean of life.

Barely escaping with her life intact she sought out those immediately responsible and tortured them in very slow and very painful ways before presenting their ruined and still living bodies to her contacts among the Remnants.

Knowing her knack for surviving desperate situations the Remnants hired her to join the elite team that would soon be responsible for the assassination of the Order's highest ranking leaders.

To her this is not revenge (she has that as far as she's concerned) but a necessary balancing of the scales. If the Order wins than the war will be over and though she may still get work among rebel groups or criminal organizations she would be facing against a much more powerful organization with her death on their mind. Further their is a chance that they may bring order and peace to the world even if is a tyranny. In such a world her services may no longer be required and she simply cannot allow that.

Xon himself is a creatute vaguely reminiscent of a lamia with its lion body and humanoid torso but the resemblances end there. It's flesh appears to have been made from hard black marble and is polished to a hard sheen. It's legs all end in terribly scythe like claws. It's torso emerges from where the lions head would be in the form of a hugely muscled man wearing a serene looking androgynous mask. In the middle of its chest is a slavering mouth full of serrated sharks teeth and its muscular arms end in wicked claws. From its back unfurl rustling crows wings of black. When it speaks it is form behind the mask in a deep monotone reminiscent of bellowing in deep forbidding caves.

Seila herself is a hard woman with little to no concern for her fellow human beings. Her viewpoint is colored much by her uprbringing and profession as wel as her experiences in the war. People are things. With about as much value and worth as what other people put to them whether that is a value to keep alive or a value for destruction is entirely up to other people. To her morality is a delusion created by idealists to help explain the horrors of the world wrought by other people. What they fail to realize is that the only thing of value in the world is wealth. Wealth can buy and sell everything from nations, to armies, to people, and even petty ideals like love and honor can easily be traded for money with the right people. Even in those rare isntances where she must save a life or two it is merely a means to a greater end, more wealth, or simply personal pleasure. She keeps a polite and personable veneer as a matter of professionalism only letting her true self loose in times of anger and carnage when the flower of death blossoms. During these times her almond eyes of crimson turn solid red engorged with bloodlust and the need to lash out at the world and all its injustices.

In stark contrast is Xon whom seems to exhibit an almost perfect calm even when ripping Seila's foes to pieces. Speaking in a perfect monotone and often apologizing for some imagined slight it may have committed it's difficult to imagine a creature such as Xon working as Seila's go between for work but he is often at the negotiating table, his massive size and negotiating skills an immense boon when dealing with types not easily intimidated by Seila's reputation and underestimating her by looks alone.