• One tiefling stood alone amonst a sea of rotting bodies, all were once comrads all were now dead. As he stood and brooded, he found that he could not understand what had happened.....


    He was sure that his army would defeat the celestials that had for centuries been at war with his people, the fiends, but just as the battle was about to won the enemy charged forth with barley one eighth of their original forces and struck down all of his people, leaving only him to live.


    Far away, in a prison tower, one tiefling stood squinting toward a plain far away, trying to see if his people had won against those that had imprisoned him.


    Long ago in a town called Teho, he was a leader, a leader that had led a gang of lowly street theives that the world had adandoned into a battle against the opressive celestial government, they had won, slaughtering countless celestials in their rule of Teho.

    Two years of power is all they saw before a group of travellers had killed all but him in his group, then he had been brought to this stinking cell, imprisoned by the celestials for fifty years, he had grown old and weak in the years, but as the battle had raged he cheered night and day for the fiends, but he could only see bumpy land now, and he had a sinking feeling in his heart as he heard the chatter of the guards... His race had lost a battle, but the war raged on as it would forever.


    One fiend stood on a high hill, looking down on the ruins of a beautiful city, one that had been plundered and burned a week before, the enemy of all had done this, the celestials had burned his city, his house, his family and his friends, even his enemies. All had been lost, all was to be avenged.....


    One celestial stood high in the sky, his eyes blazing with pride as his army plundered and burned all that the fiends had, taking it all, claiming land, all was perfect or soon to be, that was what mattered. No remorse was felt, none at all. He would rule all of the land, nothing else was important.


    One drow, on the back of a fiend, was flying toward the leader that was causing it all, she aimed her arrow straight at his heart, and it made it's target, killing the celestial. Now the drow would control all, in league with the fiends.