Trader of Favors, a Pactbinder.
Physical traits
Hell-Stuff Infused Body- I have the demon's strength, my body is as difficult to cut as stone and i can commit feats of might beyond even the most muscled mortal.
Demon-Eyed- There is little that can hide from the sight of a true demon, and with such sight i can pierce any illusion, see past any darkness.
Small Horns- I have small sharp horns growing upwards from my temples. Not the most intimidating or combat-worthy.
Demon's Claws- These claws, formed out of concentrated hell-stuff, can rend metal and tear flesh apart. They are useful both in and outside combat and are mostly retractable so as not to interfere with the use of my hands when i need them for more delicate tasks.
Various Minor Injuries-These things take a toll on me for now, but they will fade in time, especially if i can find some source of power to feed on...
Skills
Mercantilism (+5) Without skill in bargaining a pact-binder would be next to useless at his trade. My dealings with people of all kinds gives me a strong understanding of basic economics of all sorts, and great skill in barter and the negotiation of terms.
Power Brokering (+5) I am quite skilled in the subtle magic of transferring and consuming power, and in reaping the maximum Spritual benefit from my dealings with mortals
Clerical Skill (+5) I know how to keep careful records and write contracts without loopholes. I'm also handy at digging through written information quickly and effectively.
Diplomacy (+2) While i have a much easier time in establishing "Mutually Beneficial" agreements my past as a trader and pact-binder have sometimes necessitated that i soothe sensibilities and turn potential enemies into potential customers.
Perquisites
Linguist I've learned many languages across the span of many worlds. While i havn't retained all of those languages i did make sure to protect the knack i have picked up for learning them quickly.
Debt Metabolist Not all demons possess the power to manipulate debt by their own power and use it to their own ends, i do.
Thought Attunement My Demonic Horns give me the power to read the emotions of mortals with ease, and even provide me with enough of their mental context that i can mostly understand what a mortal says even when i do not know their language.
Inventory
Masterfully made Human Noble-man's clothing. (worn silk and linen material)
Centaur Leather Belt (worn)
Centaur Leather Boots (worn)
Ice Wolf Fur Cloak (worn Four empty inner pockets)
Masterfully made multipurpose Backpack ((worn), mostly empty.)
-Stone of Hellstuff
-Iron-Bound Spellbook (Titled: Beyond Apprenticeship: Arcana for the Intermediate Practitioner)
Metaphysical Hoard
Entirely Empty
1d20+2(diplomacy)= 16
Mostly you avoid the question, attempting to emotionally manipulate her into reliance on you. "
Well that largely depends on the service you request my lady. That spear... and i with it, can give you what you desire. Or you could stay here, a hollow person in a hollow cave, dressed in rags and waiting in fear in the darkness." You hold your hands open, emptiness between them. "
What is your will my lady?"
Silence hangs heavy in the air, punctuated only by the breathing of the elf. You take the opportunity to look about, and to spy the few scant possessions of the elf. A few goblin made knives, spear-heads and swords lie scattered around. In one corner of the crude dirt room sits a table or chair crudely cobbled together out of a shield and goblin bones, a leather-bound book sitting upon it. In another corner sits a collection of tallow candles and -if your guess is correct- firewood, along one wall sits a cot fashioned out of hair, a small iron pot hangs over-top a recently smothered fire. A few sackcloth bags lie against the walls, hanging limp with few possessions within them.
After she has taken the time to think, the elf bores into you with hate filled eyes. She reeks of it, hate and rage, with the festering remnants of shame. "
I want to find a lair, a safe lair i can hunt from, where myself and what possessions i gather can remain undisturbed. I want Kerrick the Breaker dead, i want his head for my supper. The rest of him fed to carrion birds, so that they can shit out what remains of him to be fed on by worms." Her eyes are like smouldering coals, her nails digging so deeply into her palms so as to draw blood. Her words have gone from the flowery poetry that elves prize so much to words spoken only in the vilest curses of the elven tongue. The raw unfettered emotions leaking out of her like sewage gives you a sniff of her soul, and you know now that it is a festering thing, consuming itself, and that soon it will be gone entirely.
You suppose that you could forge a contract with this creature, but the debt you would gain would be tainted, as would any emotions you could harvest from her. Still, your metaphysical larder is entirely empty, not a healthy state of affairs for a demon to be in,and rotten power is better than no power. You could also form another sort of contract however, if you so wished. A simple mutually binding agreement of the kind demons forge between eachother, for mutual service and alliance.
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