Ultio burst into the dining hall. “Memoria!” He raced over to his sister, who was sitting at the table on the far side of the room sharing a meal with Tree, Bereyl, Eli, and Skaros. Annoyed by the interruption, she glared at her twin brother, but dropped the turkey leg she had been working on and stood up to meet whatever was coming through the door next. Ultio slid in behind Memoria. She stands at less than 5 feet tall and provided utterly insufficient cover for the tall Tiefling, but Ultio visibly relaxed with her as his guard. “Where is he?!” yelled a red faced man as he stormed into the room brandishing a heavy hammer. “Where is that bastard son of a whoring bitch?” Memoria’s horns immediately burst into flame. She was used to having to cover for her brother’s overly amorous ways with the local females, often the local married females, but the insult to their shared lineage pushed her past a desire to smooth things over. This human would learn a valuable lesson today about the proper way to address ancient blood.
“No!” Ultio pleaded. “Not the horns! Put out the horns! If I wanted him dead, I would have done it myself!” The commotion drew the man’s attention and he made his way angrily to the back corner of the room. Tree had been watching the exchange with cheerful curiosity. The ways of the smaller races were foreign to him and he generally found their behaviors quite amusing. But seeing the enraged man heading for Memoria made him stop eating. Tali was on fire. Flames were flicking down her hair and over her arms. Tali was only on fire when she was right pissed, and Tali was a dangerous little spitfire to have right pissed off. Clearly this indicated that they were going to fight now. He stood from the table and drew his weapon, towering over all of them.
The cuckolded man stopped short when he saw Tree. He looked back and forth between the furious little demon girl and the immense goliath. Not knowing what to say, he stumbled over his words and his anger. “You… he… bloody demons, you are, the lot of you,” he said motioning to Skaros.
“Devils,” Memoria replied through gritted teeth. “We are descended from devils. Fierna, to be exact.”
“Demons, devils, I don’t care! He had no right! No right! It’s all fine what you do with your own devil kind, but with us? With our women? I mean, you’re here! Why can’t he just take out his dirty pleasures on you?”
“I admit that Ultio does tend to cross a great many boundaries where the fairer sex is concerned, but bedding his own sister is not one of them,” she replied.
“Sister? You mean you actually have families? You’re not just spit forth from the depths of hell like the waste you are?”
The fire pouring over Memoria cracked loudly. “That is the second and the LAST time you will insult my heritage. I am sorry that my brother found your little wife so appealing, what he sees in you wretched, dirty, uncultured beings I will never know. But I’m sure she had a wonderful time with him and what’s done is done. There is no harm done here, but there will be if you do not leave this room very, very soon.”
“No harm? No harm?! Oh, do I have a surprise for you! Anna! Anna you get in here and bring that atrocity with you!” A young woman who had been badly beaten came slowly into the room. In her arms, she held a small bundle of… tiefling. The baby’s tale slipped out of the blanket it was wrapped in, an incredibly long tail, one of the traits of the Fierna line. The woman carried the babe forward, flinching when she got near her furious husband. Skaros let out a wild woop upon seeing the child. Tree set down his axe and tilted his head in a confused manner, resembling a giant befuddled puppy. Memoria’s fire went out immediately, like she had been doused with a bucket of water. She turned sharply on her brother, who’s naturally red skin had turned ashen.
“What…did…you…do?!” she roared.
“I didn’t know! Mori, I swear to you, I didn’t know. I thought he was just pissed because I gave her a good ride. I had no idea she was pregnant. She didn’t tell me! You didn’t tell me!” he said, turning on Anna. Anna flinched again, caught between the fury of two strong men. The man reached for the baby, but Bereyl stepped in front of Anna before he had the chance.
“That abomination is not living in my household. I’m taking it to the river and drowning it and you can’t stop me!”
“I’d think twice about that there, big boy,” Eli said in the man’s ear. She had suddenly appeared behind him with both swords drawn, one blade nestled where his neck met his shoulder. He drew a sharp intake of breath and looked ill. In all the commotion, no one had noticed her appear behind him. Of course the townspeople didn’t know Eli could simply teleport where she wanted to be. No reason to tell them and ruin the fun.
“Now, this is what is going to happen. You’re going to turn around and go home without that poor wife of yours. Looks like she’s suffered enough of your type of kindness for one day. Bereyl here will heal her up real nice and then let her decide what she wants to do. If for some god forsaken reason she wants to return to you, you will never lay a hand on her in anger again. We all make mistakes. This one is over now. And if I ever find out that you disobeyed me, well, I’ll be back for this.” Eli raised her second sword between his legs and smacked him hard in the groin with the flat side of her blade. The man crumpled in pain.
“Tree, see the man home,” Memoria said. But Tree was so fascinating by the small mewling tiefling he didn’t even hear her. “What is it with you men today? Skaros?” Still laughing, Skaros nodded and made his way to the man, still groaning on the floor. Skaros called in his fire warrior whose mere presence was enough to get the man on his feet and fleeing the inn. Skaros casually followed him out.
With her husband gone, Anna burst into tears. Bereyl was attempting to assess her injuries, but the baby was getting in the way. She gently pried the child out of the woman’s hands. She started to hand the child to Memoria, thought better of it, and instead unceremoniously shoved the small package into Tree’s enormous hands. Tree’s eyes grew huge as he looked down at the little creature.
Memoria looked over the scene, lingering on the sight of a goliath cradling and cooing to a newborn tiefling. “You’ve really done it this time, haven’t you Ultio?”