
Scarlett Night
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Female Tiefling Sorceress
The story of Scarlett begins with her father, a man of magic and adventure. Upon learning of lost ancient magic in the lands of Narfell, he made his way there in hopes of being able to learn and recreate these lost powers. The region was littered with ruins which were protected by traps of ancient, old magic. Working out of the capital, Peltarch, most of his investigations took place in the ruins of Dun-Tharos in search of items prior to -1000 DR.
His name was Karsus and as he continued studying in the region he decided to learn more of the ancient Netherese empire, an empire so vast and powerful that they ruled for hundreds of years before their downfall. As he delved deeper into their lore and mystery, he believed he could find the ancient relics. He wanted to leave his mark on the world much like Elminster.
After leaving the ruins of Inupras, as most thought empty handed in search of the lost power of the Imaskarcana. One day scouring through the dark depths of the ruin. He found a letter with confirmation of a deep Ancient magic, thought to be lost to the test of time in the Rawlingswood Forest. Little did he know something as simple as a note, dated back to the Narfell Wars would trigger the chain events that would end with his soulless death. Upon learning of lost ancient magic in the lands of Narfell, he made his way there in hopes of being able to learn and recreate these lost powers. The region was littered with ruins which were protected by traps of ancient, old magic. Working out of the capital, Peltarch, most of his investigations took place in the ruins of Dun-Tharos in search of items prior to -1000 DR.
His need for power driving him forward, he made his way to the ruins of Dun-Tharos with his spell-book at his side. It was a rush for him to find something no one had seen in perhaps thousands of years and this sort of drive also created a sense of carelessness in Karsus. With his drive and intellectual mindset he was able to get past what most dare never to even attempt. As the hours turned into days and the days into weeks, Karsus found himself further broken and beaten as the trials were beginning to take a heavy toll on his body. After a few months of travelling in the ruins and their underground chambers, he found himself in a particular room before the ground beneath him caved in sending him and the debris down to an unknown area of the ruins 25 feet down.
Karsus woke up, covered in blood roughly 20-25 feet down from the collapsed floor, already 50-60 feet below the surface at his base camp. Looking around stunned, he could hear off in the dark a soft breath yet he could hear each word as if wherever the voice was coming from was speaking right into his ear.
“Who is there?!”, he cried out. “Do not come closer!” The spellbook he had brought with him he found but a few feet away from where he had landed. He quickly scampered over to it as he quickly cast “Light” after muttering a quick incantation. As the room filled with light, his eyes grew wide at the sight before him. Before Karsus stood a horned and winged goddess – or what he could simply think of at the time – who had been bound; her eyes were covered and her hands were behind her back bound by a magical chain. He quickly cast off the chain with his own spell power and in doing so he took a step back allowing the beautiful woman to rise to her feet. And rise she did, stretching out her massive wings as the pressure in the room was quickly changed with her wings flapping several times. His eyes were not focused on the woman’s horns or wings; no, for he had already been pulled in by her attractive gaze: two golden globes for eyes peered back at the wizard.
“My dear, what are you doing down here? How… what… this doesn’t make any sense!” Her head tilted for a moment while her golden eyes merely looked back at Karsus as if looking him over. The corner of her lips curled ever slightly to a smile as he spoke again, this time approaching her. “Were you trapped down here? Can I… how can I help you, my lady?” Her smile grew. ” I have been trapped down here for… a very long time,” she began to speak, her tongue beginning to dance on the inside of her lips as she could feel herself taking control of the situation – and Karsus.
Her seductive voice sent a chill down the spine of Karsus as the wizard could hardly believe his luck: finding a beautiful woman down in the ruins and he just so happened to rescue her. He blinked a few times, realizing he had been staring at her for over ten seconds, as he quickly gathered himself to reply.
“What is going on here? How did you get trapped? Who are you?”
She replied again just as seductive as before. “I came here a long time ago in search of an item – a relic – that I believe was hidden here…,” she began, her golden eyes telling nothing but the fact that they’re watching Karsus, something the mage began to pick up on. “But you have freed me from my captivity, my good sir… please, your wish is my command. What is it you… desire?” Her tongue danced over the edge of her lips as she drew out the last word.
Karsus stepped back, eyes glowing as he began to rethink the situation: before him stood a horned and winged woman now freed from her constraints with towering wings above him and he knew little to nothing about her. But then, as if the thought was planted, he began to see himself with her; having children, living a full life, having wonderful fantasies fulfilled. “Wait here,” he said to her before rising to the broken floor. He returned shortly after as he made a trip to his camp for supplies and – much to his surprise – the woman was still there. He looked closer at her wings and could tell she was not able to use them yet. Furthermore, she was bound by a spell and unable to leave the room even upon release.
He stayed with her there for almost a week as the two talked about each other and what had caused them both to end up in those ruins. He learned her name was Malcanthet, a demoness, who was seeking the same powerful relics that he was. He studied the spell and knew how to defuse it and free her, yet the mortal man sought more power and made a blood pact with Malcanthet granting himself the deal that his bloodline shall live on more powerful than ever. Malcanthet was more than willing to gran the mortal man his desire and upon the two carving out “M&K” into their wrists with a pointed tail underline on their right palm, she began undressing. The little clothes she did have revealed a full and curvaceous body that the mage Karsus could no longer ignore. He struck down the spell bounding her to the room and came towards her. Carnal instincts overtook him and as the two began to fool around, he felt her wings fold around him before suddenly feeling as if he was being taken through a wind tunnel.
They finished as they arrived and Karsus found himself deep within the depths of hell in the 537th layer of it. Three months went by in this paradise as Karsus was treated to carnal pleasures, food, and the false pretense of love by Malcanthet. He found himself getting weaker and weaker as the child growing within Malcanthet – his daughter – came closer to age. Once his daughter was born, the mage collapsed on the floor six days later – dead. His soul had been completely drained from his body by the demoness Malcanthet who tossed his body into the depths with the other slaves she has brought to bring her children. 3 months went on in this paradise, Karsus now fully under the control of Malcanthet, this land of trickery, love, and deceit distracted Karsus as she ravaged and absorbed his soul, piece by piece, the erotic rush from her new pet. He unknowingly stepped into his final days in this paradise of pleasures as his d. truly in Love. Karsus died 6 day after his daughter was born . He looked down at his bloodlines future: gold orb eyes like her mother, tail, ram like horns, ale beautiful blonde hair. He whispered the name “Scarlett” into Malcanthets ear as the last bit of his soul was drained and consumed by her. To humor him, she abided his wish and named their daughter Scarlett for the blood red birthmark on her left wrist, where her mothers and fathers scar sit, with the Succubus Queen mark.
The first 50 years(elf) Scarlett grew up in what she knew as a paradise, her mother ran an operation, the best operation of a pleasure house in the city of Rivenheart. It was here the temptations lured visitors into relaxation, a deep slumber into paradise as they were drained, of every inch of there soul. Scarlett was being prepped by her mother to follow in her footsteps, it started out with her having to watch, as the cult would lure victims, her mother having her hide in the rooms, as the victims lived out there deepest pleasures. Scarlett knew nothing more, but as she sit there hidden in her mothers invisible sphere, or through a hidden wall, there was this deep inner drive that she was born with not forced into but she liked it; she liked the trickery, the emotion, the pleasure. Building to that finally climax, of Scarlett showers her mother called it.
Her mother realized this inner fire that lay dormant inside her. Her mother wanted to push her off from getting that final pleasure, creating a stronger yearning for the kill. For years she was held back unable to operate like the other Tieflings and succubi. As she watched, the years passed; her mother tormenting her in her own demonish way creating a blackened soul. Finally at the age of 94 as she was coming into maturity her mother could see her drive to kill and finish was at her peak point. All the pleasures and souls she had witness; tormented without the feeling she so long strived for, Malcanthet withdrew Scarlett’s personal guard, onto her own. With one task, live your life as you have been taught all these, years, every pleasure in the world can be yours, reach out and take it. Use these skills and make the world,, leave your mark on this world like a black plague.
More to come…