Role

Chapter 5

Scraping his way up through his guild, Sekhmette finally attains mastery of
the thaumaturgic circle. Having travelled briefly with two orcs - one far more
reasonable than he'd expected, apparantly an aspiring mage themselves, in that
savage sort of way, named something that ended in Zaal - it prepared him quite
well for the similarly distasteful task of binding challegha demons.

Sekhmette knew he needed to build a reputation, both in the Outer Planes and
in the Empire, to take his place as a Citizen and as a conjurer.

He began to hunt and to kill. The demons tended to turn on him afterwards, but
after glutting them with enough bodies even that started to cease.

He was promoted off a cunning trick that threatened to bring pride to his
heart once again. He cloaked his entire entourage in invisbiility, and stalked
two Outlanders through Voralian City where they were slaughtering peacekeepers
to learn. One of them was a bard, and when they sang the battaglia against a
lone peacekeeper...

Sekhmette's entire entourage found themselves under attack and quite within
Imperial Law to retaliate. The new High Priestess, Melaissa, seemed to be far
less choosy than the Empress and granted him citizenship. He shed tears
openly, quietly, to himself at the top of a Hamsan tower alone of happiness.
Now was his time to show them they hadn't made a mistake. That he hadn't made
any mistakes.

Araktahl, Memati, Gwarzog, Jhea. Productive day.

More corpses to come.