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My very own design for my DnD Character Ainz. A tiefling cleric ♥

This Story was thought up by my dear friend Ducky and me. He rewrote it in that awesome way. Thank you so much! You are an amazing Dungeon Master, Writer and Friend ♥

The life of a tiefling in the great city is a difficult one.
Often forced into criminal acts for survival, or sold to slavery, the life of Ainz was no different.
A rare speciment of the tiefling race, she is a beautiful young woman, with long ashy blonde hair, snow-white skin,
and eyes as pale as the moon.
At a young age, she was sold to slavery to a rich, obnoxious, noble man. A man so entralled by her beauty, he paid a great price for her body.
She was forced to perform for her new master, stripping to the nude, dancing for his entertainment.
She cleaned the house, cooked the meals, tended to the master's every wink.

When she reached the age of twelve, the dancing was no longer enough, the master forced himself on her in an attempt to get his way.
She refused and as punishment for her insubordination, he had a sword heated to searing flames and cut her tail off, cauterizing the wound.
Since that day her mind has been numb, escaping into a world of her own to endure the life she was forced into.

One day a maid left a book on the kitchen table and she took it, begun reading it to the best of her ability.
Slowly she stole more books, reading them in secret, books of the gods, celestial beings, heaven and hell.
Every night she would pray to anyone that would listen to a broken soul, to bring an end to it all.
Each night she would pray harder to never awake again into this fruitless life, she begged, cried, and by each day her soul would break more.

Start Music here, keep volume so it's more background: www.youtube.com/ watch?v=z0LxpZuXVYA

Until one day she awoke in her cold cell, the sun shining in from a small hole in the wall, she got up and walked towards her clothes.
She heard a cling, the sound of metal hitting rock, a charred black, pointy object in her cell.
She picked it up and inspected it, sharp as a sword, darker than night, the knife was beautifully crafted like nothing she'd seen before.
She turned towards the dark corner of her cell as she saw two red eyes, swiftly dash away in the darkness. She was alone in the cell.
The knife was light, easy to swing and easy to hide. She hid it in the folds of her dark red, silky dress, hid it near her waist.
That night the master called, drunk and with sinister look in his eyes, he wanted her body and wouldn't accept a no.
She begun to undress but he got impatient and lunged himself at her reaching for her body, but she was faster.
She turned to him with the knife held high and stabbed him in the gut, her heart beating faster than it had ever before, as the chock hit him, he opened his mouth to shout but she instinctively slit his throat.
Blood gushing down his body as he collapsed to the floor, as blood washed over her hands, her dress and the knife.
She realised what she had done as she looked at the blade, the blood slowly washing away the charred colour. Revealing a shining silver blade with a dragon's face carved into the handle.
In the blades reflection, outside the window in the darkness of the night, she saw two blood red eyes staring at her and a wide, crystal white grin formed below.
She turned towards the window and there's was nothing, the reflection was gone, she found a dark cloak hanging nearby, she took it and hid the knife in a pocket.
She ran, as far as she could, as quiet as she could. Out, away from the city far into the deep forest and she prayed to the gods, grateful for their gift, asking for guidance.
After many hours of running, her body caught up to her and she collapsed near a road. Hunted like a criminal, she had escaped the clutches of the city.

She awoke many hours later lying in a bedroll on a moving wagon. A sweet looking, older woman cleaning the dirt and blood of off her body.
A wagon of holy workers, worshippers had been passing by, and found this white tiefling lying down at the side of the road and tended to her,
belonging to a far away cloister, they were worshippers of Bahamut and offered her a place to stay, she told them her story but kept the murder and the eyes a secret.
Ainz swore to follow the order of Bahamut, to live by his rules and so she did, trained as a cleric for many years, she was a natural.

Until one night, she opened her eyes and looming above her was the blood red eyes, the wide grin, just inches from her face. Frozen with fear, she wouldn't move and just stared back.
As the image disappeared and the growling, rough voice echoed in her mind. "Soon..."

I share Sketches and WIPS here: www.facebook.com/NuunaC/
Art (c) NuunaC
Character (c) NuunaC
Don't repost, copy, edit, sell or use without my permission.

Description
My very own design for my DnD Character Ainz. A tiefling cleric ♥

This Story was thought up by my dear friend Ducky and me. He rewrote it in that awesome way. Thank you so much! You are an amazing Dungeon Master, Writer and Friend ♥

The life of a tiefling in the great city is a difficult one.
Often forced into criminal acts for survival, or sold to slavery, the life of Ainz was no different.
A rare speciment of the tiefling race, she is a beautiful young woman, with long ashy blonde hair, snow-white skin,
and eyes as pale as the moon.
At a young age, she was sold to slavery to a rich, obnoxious, noble man. A man so entralled by her beauty, he paid a great price for her body.
She was forced to perform for her new master, stripping to the nude, dancing for his entertainment.
She cleaned the house, cooked the meals, tended to the master's every wink.

When she reached the age of twelve, the dancing was no longer enough, the master forced himself on her in an attempt to get his way.
She refused and as punishment for her insubordination, he had a sword heated to searing flames and cut her tail off, cauterizing the wound.
Since that day her mind has been numb, escaping into a world of her own to endure the life she was forced into.

One day a maid left a book on the kitchen table and she took it, begun reading it to the best of her ability.
Slowly she stole more books, reading them in secret, books of the gods, celestial beings, heaven and hell.
Every night she would pray to anyone that would listen to a broken soul, to bring an end to it all.
Each night she would pray harder to never awake again into this fruitless life, she begged, cried, and by each day her soul would break more.

Start Music here, keep volume so it's more background: www.youtube.com/ watch?v=z0LxpZuXVYA

Until one day she awoke in her cold cell, the sun shining in from a small hole in the wall, she got up and walked towards her clothes.
She heard a cling, the sound of metal hitting rock, a charred black, pointy object in her cell.
She picked it up and inspected it, sharp as a sword, darker than night, the knife was beautifully crafted like nothing she'd seen before.
She turned towards the dark corner of her cell as she saw two red eyes, swiftly dash away in the darkness. She was alone in the cell.
The knife was light, easy to swing and easy to hide. She hid it in the folds of her dark red, silky dress, hid it near her waist.
That night the master called, drunk and with sinister look in his eyes, he wanted her body and wouldn't accept a no.
She begun to undress but he got impatient and lunged himself at her reaching for her body, but she was faster.
She turned to him with the knife held high and stabbed him in the gut, her heart beating faster than it had ever before, as the chock hit him, he opened his mouth to shout but she instinctively slit his throat.
Blood gushing down his body as he collapsed to the floor, as blood washed over her hands, her dress and the knife.
She realised what she had done as she looked at the blade, the blood slowly washing away the charred colour. Revealing a shining silver blade with a dragon's face carved into the handle.
In the blades reflection, outside the window in the darkness of the night, she saw two blood red eyes staring at her and a wide, crystal white grin formed below.
She turned towards the window and there's was nothing, the reflection was gone, she found a dark cloak hanging nearby, she took it and hid the knife in a pocket.
She ran, as far as she could, as quiet as she could. Out, away from the city far into the deep forest and she prayed to the gods, grateful for their gift, asking for guidance.
After many hours of running, her body caught up to her and she collapsed near a road. Hunted like a criminal, she had escaped the clutches of the city.

She awoke many hours later lying in a bedroll on a moving wagon. A sweet looking, older woman cleaning the dirt and blood of off her body.
A wagon of holy workers, worshippers had been passing by, and found this white tiefling lying down at the side of the road and tended to her,
belonging to a far away cloister, they were worshippers of Bahamut and offered her a place to stay, she told them her story but kept the murder and the eyes a secret.
Ainz swore to follow the order of Bahamut, to live by his rules and so she did, trained as a cleric for many years, she was a natural.

Until one night, she opened her eyes and looming above her was the blood red eyes, the wide grin, just inches from her face. Frozen with fear, she wouldn't move and just stared back.
As the image disappeared and the growling, rough voice echoed in her mind. "Soon..."

I share Sketches and WIPS here: www.facebook.com/NuunaC/
Art (c) NuunaC
Character (c) NuunaC
Don't repost, copy, edit, sell or use without my permission.