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[Tezrian]

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“I have come to serve the Daughter of The Daemon” Tezrian had said those words to Imyrr Armunn not long ago in the Keep of Dark Cove.
Her training had begun as she learned to loose an arrow with accuracy. The dungeon they called Shame was like a second home to her for all the time she spent there.
The archery was becoming second nature to her so it was time to practice the art she loved best.
The Dark Arts reminded Tezrian of Fire Island and her home there. Few knew that deep under the ground was a place inhabited by those that wanted to learn the art of necromancy. So many places forbade the use of the dark magik but not the lower regions of Fire Island. She had grown strong there and rumors of the great Daemon Tarothin had reached even her ears. Other daemons spoke of him but Tezrian wanted to know first hand, from the people who followed him, the truth of the Daemon Lord.
Tezrian was not surprised when she entered the human domain that the humans took no notice of her. There were many who were not human or were a mixture of the races.

Tezrian was not only daemon but a lady. She did not drool or hiss. She did not gnaw the bones of a recent kill. She was not an animal and would not act like one. She was taught to always smile and hold her head up high, for daemons were born to rule just as the Daemon Lord had done.

The Daughter of Tarothin was strong and would lead well. Tezrian would learn a great deal from her. The others who had joined the Dark Order were well taught and some seasoned warriors. Tezrian knew she had come to the right place to learn what she needed to learn. She looked forward to the challenges she would face on this path of her life.