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It's been centuries and the moments in which he remembers who he truly is have become few and far between. He doesn't know why he clings to the pendants around his neck , long rubbed smooth.
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They've travelled into the deepest pits of the hells following instructions from an old journal in language long forgotten that held a thrum of deep Astral energy in its pages the image of a starry gryphon etched into its cover . It had taken them over a year to properly decode it . She'd been most surprised at its mention of the stone, the same one that had been passed down through generations, a secret not even her companions knew of. Her feather's had stood on edges as she had made the connection that the stone Without a Name that she'd inherited , the same one her family was the guardians of, they'd been responsible for the distribution of knowledge bit they had kept this bit of knowledge secret. That stone had led them here guiding them through magical doorways to him ,skin deep large horns curling from his skull a dark menacing mace with a bright red ruby ,thrown across his shoulder as he seemed to sit in almost quiet contemplation no other fiends came near to this place.
As they moved closer to the figure the Eisfuura woman could feel the stone clutched in her hand burn with a radiant heat, almost causing her to dop it on the ashen ground as letters began to etch themselves into the stone.
He'd felt the moment that his sanctuary had been breached, curious at who'd been brave enough to enter his sanctum. He sat listening as they made their approach, anyone who journeyed this far to find him was usually looking for glory or in desperate search for some sort of deal or boon. Sitting there silently until he felt a searing pain from the stones hanging from his neck. Slowly turning to face them Mace raised the thing that stopped him in his place was the piercing blue-grey eyes of the feathered woman leading the group that met his ,defiant as she looked up from a glowing stone in her hand.
A moment of realisation , it was him the devil, the fiend before them as she felt the name leave her lips almost a prayer
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It had been so long since he'd heard his true name it had almost been lost to him. as he felt some of his fiendish visage recede skin still deep red horns still curling from his head but for that he looked like the man he was once more. As he took in the names now glowing around his neck and the image of a starry gryphon on a book hanging from one of the woman's companions he remembered a promise made so long ago and for the first time in centuries he felt hope