DM_Rhone
The city of Elturel returned from Avernus changed.
The holy city had survived Hell, but fear followed it home. In the aftermath, it's people turned on those who looked too much like the devils they had escaped. Tieflings were stripped of homes, faith, and citizenship, then driven through the gates of the city they had helped save.
Xarmon Garros was one of them.
Street orphan, former enforcer, veteran of Avernus. A Tiefling who fought through the Hells to bring Elturel home, only to find that there was no place for him within its walls.
With nothing left but a glaive, a debt, and a handful of refugees with nowhere else to go, Xarmon turns north toward Waterdeep. The road is long. Elturgard is no kinder outside its gates. And the devils he left behind may not be finished with him yet.
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