August 22, 2009

A female asmodian sits in a velvet backed chair with careful posture. The room is small and dimly lit by a single, curtained, window. She nods a moment, then eyes a figure sitting before her, a potentially talented daeva.

The gray orbs of her eyes widen upon a respectful prod for an answer from the other in the room. Once she finally parts her lips, she speaks with an over pronunciation of some words, creating for a unique accent. "It is... beyond reasonable for you to request erm... a historical account of our legion." Her hands aid greatly in her speech and she retains eye contact, nodding often and smiling softly.

"Surely you care to know of our origins... maybe of our recent past." She pauses eyes shifting away then back, running a finger through silky har. "Relax... however. For it is a bit of a tale. Also I don't usually go back this far in the past, so have patience." With a slight smirk and a nod, she sits back into the support of the soft chair.

"I am much older than many...", she searches the other's face for either denial or confirmation, before continuing, oblivious to any answer, "...I believe, for I was already a Daeva at the time of the tower's destruction." For once her voice speeds up, "But that time was not a good one. It was full of chaos. I was a priest, times really were difficult. We were sent north, the explosion was blinding, and I awoke in the cold, grateful for life." After many nods, she continues, shoulders dropping and becoming less tense than before.

"I wandered a while... I think. I don't know for how long, but then I met an early ally." Her introduction is preceded by a warm smile. "A gladiator named Alair. I first remarked that this daeva was highly proficient in the crafting of knives and other beautiful sorts of weapons. Well... yes, he was the first face I saw after the fall of the tower. We kept each other company, we entertained each other with our talents. He was very skilled and graceful in combat and I was always singing the hymns I'd kept with me. We kept our spirits up and eventually found others like us, though they were far worse off, desperate and feaful." She pauses, shaking her head for once.

"It was a sad time, but the two of us didn't feel we should show it. In our minds... there was no reason to be so down. So we entertained. I came upon a deck of cards depicting the Empyerean Lords before all of this and well.. what I have to say of them is a secret." Another smirk, and then,"But through them I read many an Asmodian's fortune. Good or bad I helped advise them, Alair took to throwing decorative knives and the like. The people were glad to have us around." After a distant gaze and smile she continues, "But then we took to moving. Eventually, we acquired some trained Brax and some decorative wagons and we started to travel. We stopped at all sorts of camps, gained new talents, and Asmodae blossomed around us, transforming into what it is today. I think we will continue our tradition of travel and music and creativity until there is no sadness to be cured and no kinah in the world to be had."

Her gaze returns to the interested recruit, "So. Do you feel as if you're a fine fit for the Keravi?"