An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

The yin day is April 4th in the 14th year of rebirth.

Or rather——

The third day of traveling.

This is a dim house. The entire room is made of old wooden boards. There are gaps of various sizes between the walls. There are cobwebs and dust everywhere. It is obvious that this is an abandoned residence. A shabby house located in the wild, a doghouse that can't even provide shelter from the wind and rain.

But he can only rest here tonight.

"My name is Nohir Temariti. I am a reborn traveler. It doesn't matter what my original name was. Today is the first time I write a diary to remember my past and present. Horrible experience.”

The sky outside is very dark and overcast. A man who looks like a devil is sitting on an equally worn-out chair. Even if the chair is slightly shaken, it will make a squeaking sound. The huge flesh wings hang down weakly on the body. The side was used as a support, and a giant ax made of fine steel leaned against the wall next to it.

His arms rested on the table and were shaking from time to time. The natural reaction of his body showed that he was not calm in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it. The experiences he had experienced in the past few days were too exciting for him. He could use his previous life as a comparison. It was said that everything was turned upside down, but he still hadn't recovered yet.

The fear in his heart was still growing, but Nohir still suppressed his fear and wrote down his recent experiences with the old quill pen found in this broken house and the torn leather notebook that was also found together.

The room was very dark, but thanks to his eyes that glowed yellow in the darkness, this dimness was like daylight in his eyes. Even without light, it did not affect his writing.

However, the handwriting looked crooked due to physical reasons, but there was nothing he could do about it. His body structure was completely different from before, and fear made his hands tremble unnaturally.

And what exactly happened to Nohill?

Although it may sound like arrogant folly, in fact, he just escaped from hell.

He really flew out of hell with his wings and flew away from the devil's pit. He only killed three little devils who blocked the way. Fortunately, he did not attract the attention of other powerful devils. fled that place.

Afterwards, he did not choose to join other refugees who had a chance to escape before the entire city fell. Instead, he fled wildly along the Jonsa River for two days until he came to this forest, also known as the Tooth Forest. place.

He found this dilapidated hunter's hut to rest on the outskirts of the forest. Until now, he had almost no strength left.

Nohir dipped his pen and ink into his hands, lightly tapped on the paper and began to write.

"I use the native dialect of my original world. Even if I use a brand new language in this world, it may not necessarily be completely confidential, but it doesn't matter. I just want to write down my experience so that I can maintain a certain sense of myself. , these words are only for myself."

As he wrote this, Nohir suddenly stopped, flexed his fingers with strange structures, supported his arm, and then continued writing.

"In my original world, I was just an ordinary college graduate, a completely ordinary person..."

He paused and added another word after this sentence.

"Ordinary humans."

At least it used to be.

Nohir looked at his hands again. Sharp claws were spread out in front of him. Each claw was longer than the joint of a finger. There were also pale horns on his head, sharp ears, and gray The hair, the huge wings behind him, and a sharp spear-like tail all indicate that he was reborn and traveled through time to become a unique race in this world.

"And now, I'm a tiefling, a devil's blood."

Tieflings are a sad race, a race that should not exist. Their birth can be described as a combination of tragedy and malice.

In the worldview of the world of Toril, creatures from the lower planes are the common enemy of all life, but the ancestors of every tiefling are pure human beings.

No one knew what happened. Suddenly there were a group of children infected with devil blood in the world, but these children had no place to stay in this world because of their hell blood.

They are not welcome in any gathering place of humans and humanoid creatures. Only some cultists, careerists, and crazy mages will capture, sell or study them for various reasons.

The birth of this race is not their fault. No one wants to bear the malice of everyone in the world, especially this kind of unprovoked malice. They were once humans, and they also hated evil spirits, but now they are forced to become evil spirits. ...even if they are not.

Their birth involves a conspiracy. The reason for the birth of all tieflings comes from the devil kings in Baator Hell, and the mastermind among them is the devil king and the lord of the nine hells who are trying to become gods through this. , Asmodeus.

He attempted to create a brand new race and become the racial god of the tieflings, hoping to become a god in one fell swoop.

The subsequent history is unclear, but fortunately He failed. It is a blessing that these innocent humans did not continue to fall.

Even more fortunately, this failed plan also allowed the tieflings to completely get rid of the influence of their direct bloodline masters. Now even Asmodeus, who created them, or other demon kings cannot control them. .

The impact of this event is very far-reaching. The most direct impact is that when Asmodeus attempted to deify himself, his divine power leaked out, which directly led to the fact that most of the tieflings walking in the mortal world now have been tainted with the blood of the Lord of the Nine Hells.

Even if he was not the blood of Asmodeus before.

Tieflings are not born evil. Although the blood from hell does have a certain impact on them, this impact is minimal. They are different from demons.

The direct descendants of real demons and mortals have a special racial division. They are called demon descendants, also known as Cambion.

Tieflings are not the direct blood of demons. Their birth is the product of indirect influence of demon kings. The descendants of this race are also the result of natural reproduction between tieflings. Without the subsequent interference of demons, they can be regarded as an independent race, at least most of them are.

"Except me."

"A variant tiefling with a high concentration of devil blood. The direct source of my bloodline is Zariel, the Grand Duke and Great Devil who rules the first layer of the Nine Hells. Moreover, I myself have undergone a benign mutation. I was born with wings that only the descendants of devils have. The various attributes of my body are much higher than those of ordinary tieflings, even close to Cambion."

After thinking for a while, he added another sentence.

"And he is very handsome. Well, according to the aesthetics of the previous life, after all, this face is strictly sculpted by myself."

Alas, this is probably the only thing to be thankful for.

The innate ability of the devil makes everyone in this race handsome and beautiful. Although most tieflings have red skin, the different sources of devil blood will lead to tieflings of various skin colors.

The most common ones are dark red, dark purple and dark yellow.

And fortunately, his skin color is not much different from that of his previous life, and it is even whiter. He did not become a big red man, or something else weird.

"And 14 years after I was reborn in this world, I finally succeeded in becoming a professional, and on that day I fully awakened my previous memories."

"But the change came too quickly. On that day, or to be exact, three days ago, the race of my current body was once again involved in a conspiracy involving the devil. The entire city was dragged into hell by eight giant chains of the abyss. I was unfortunately affected, but luckily I escaped."

"As for why it turned out like this..."

His thoughts suddenly returned to that afternoon.