Sila Nykadrynnn : Character Background and History

[Sekhmet]

//OOC this is a character background for my erinyes to give insight into how she interacts with people. It has no bearing on actions within this server or this diety faction.//

The death of a human, and the birth of a Baatezu...

Sila Nykadryn, the last bit which is infernal by nature, translates to "The Rose's Thorn". However, this is an abbreviation of a much longer name that has yet to be translated into common tongue.

All Baatezu are of course forged from soul larva and have to rise through the hierarchy to achieve their positions.

A vile woman in her mortal life she worshipped a foreign god named Set, though not very religiously. Sila was more concerned with attaining power through the men in her life. Many looked upon the fair woman with raven black hair as a kind and generous person whom all wanted to be around for her seemingly upstanding nature; however the truth of the matter was that those whom she dealt with understood and expected that all she had gained was through blackmailing and sleeping her way up the social ladder. She refused the notoriety of being seen in the limelight simply because if everything were made clear she would be hated, and she didn't want that.

Image was everything to this woman. She made certain to wear the finest silks available, and would only move from the dresses and leisurely costumes of the upper class in favor of the leathers of the hunt. Her father made certain that she could enjoy the thrill of a precise shot and she took to the bow as a method of recreation, shooting down doves and other beasts to serve to her lovers at that time. The best business was conducted over a lavish meal, and her appeal to the gentleman and the ladies as a well rounded individual made them appreciate her adaptability.

She was always fond of negotiating and such and had quite the keen mind. After all, to play on the emotions of men and women is still the simplest way to attain that which one desires. She ran a brothel during that time and of course would lure more women and officers to her side by offering protection from the streets. The officers who visited would receive free conjugal visits of course in exchange for their time serving as guards for the very ladies that performed such feats for them and it was, in fact, a profitable business. So long as the clerics of the deity she represented would take station and make certain that all the ladies were taken care of there were no problems.

So airtight were her commitments that the church grew to accept her business practices as well. She funded most of their dealings by ensuring that the Clergy also made a profit out of what she endeavored.

Of course even as she realized the faults of religion in that it hampered her style, being bound to a god had its ups and downs. She concluded it would attract less attention to herself and her business would flourish even more if she put away those religious beliefs. She had very little choice of course, after having tossed so many men and women of all walks of life, she grew rather distasteful of the game, throwing them away as if they were simply nothing in the end.

As she gained power she found herself spending more and more time within the tomes of law and government, seeing ways to profit and gain more power as her political influence slowly gripped the militia of the booming populace. She had, after all, the favoritism of various clergy members and she never asked for too much; a little favor here, a small bribe there, or an influence in the amount of taxation she would need to pay the head of state at that time.

The ladies had everything they could desire and protection. Of course they looked upon her skill in business with much adoration. Many ladies of the night were actually quite happy with their lives as she included all walks of life to work amidst the luxurious establishment.

Her own power would only get her so far, however. So time consuming it was and grievous in all actuality as she constantly looked for ways to crush all competition and influence those heads of state that governed the trade routes of the region. During one of her business meetings she had come across a small sect of worshippers who were cultists of Asmodeus. It seemed that a regular had his eye on her practices for some time and coerced her, through blackmail, into having a word so as to give her "praise" for her efforts.

Sila's family lines were quite mingled, though rumor had it that she did have some fiendish blood in her lineage. She had a sweet demeanor even as she would ultimately influence the political agenda of the established city. Many of course would frown on her keeping a brothel, yet since the women were kept off of the streets and well provided for none could question the amount of care and structure that she applied to her business practices.

In public she presented herself as a lovely woman, however those who knew her better knew how ruthless and cut throat she really was when it came down to business. When it came to the cult of Asmodeus she found that dealing with Devils proved fatal, and upon having received a bow with which to protect those acquisitions and property, namely the whores themselves, she was riddled by pain unimaginable.

It began for her when she attended one of her meetings with the cultists. They were to summon a Baatezu. However such as they are summoning a Baatezu is hard work. Things had to be checked three times over and every detail needed to be scrutinized to make certain that there were no mistakes. Sila being the adventurous type naturally wanted to make certain to call a powerful one at that and requested to summon a Pit Fiend. She was curious indeed and wanted to see the pure might and majesty of the Baatezu forces, she did after all want to learn about what lay before her in the afterlife.

The Pit Fiend stood in the circle and she was awestricken, she had never seen such a being before. She stood behind the other cultists frightened as they all found it alarming that a woman of that stature would be so easily silenced. As the blood drained from her face she nearly swooned and yet she kept her bearings and looked the fiend straight in the face. She made a requestfor more power.

At that moment the nature of her soul was revealed to the Pit Fiend, and even as it stayed within the circle it already knew that there was one small detail that was easily looked over. She took a step to the side and one of the candles turned slightly towards the east, the rune circles were off by now and the Pit Fiend stepped forth. It could of course slaughter everyone in the building, but Baatezu are smarter than that. Deals were struck that day and they were all one sided, for the Pit Fiend of course.

She made a simple request, so flabbergasted by the devil that her words seemed to leave her for a moment, and as she stated her request she made the mistake of settling on an agreement right there and then.

She sold her soul to a Pit Fiend for a bow of exquisite beauty, a bow of liquid pain. She of course received the bow and the Pit Fiend crinkled his eyes in a smile. Ultimately she felt small and helpless in the presence of the pure fiend. However she received that which she asked for, the bow that she desired to every make and specification that she requested.

There was, however, an obvious loophole in dealing with the fiend. One that would plague her mind as much as the bow itself contaminated her blood and body every time she held it in her hands. So lovely was this bow, so exquisite and well crafted that she fell in love with it and would not put it down even in those last agonizing moments.

The very bow itself was riddled with infestation maggots. About a year went by and as her sickly features began to show through she noticed that her skin began to itch and continued to boil over. Eventually she thought herself too ill to leave the house, and as she holed herself up in her penthouse suite her body bloated to a horrific state.

Her last day would be forever burned into her memory.

Waking violently, the woman snapped herself rigidly forward from the bed gasping for air. Her feet swiftly kicked out the covers and slapped to the warm wooden floor, forcing the blood to flow to her extremities. Rising slowly, she rolled her shoulders to wake herself from the film of sweat and sleep.

Her quivering fingers moved to trace the small hairs that stood on end; sweat seeming more like slime at this moment. She felt that horrific itch as it rippled and shuddered along her spine, throughout her whole body even. And tossing the covers on the floor she slipped and stumbled to her knees as she rushed to find the mirror, a flushed look on her face as she stood naked, looking to what was left of her magnificent body.

In her feverish state she saw only what she wanted to see, that her wounds were healed, the infection gone.

She closes her eyes, tracing her fingers over the most gruesome of all marks that scrolled across her stomach and hips.

Stretch marks. Bruised crooked lines traced about her stomach.

Stretched skin of her womb that was truthfully filled with the larvae of maggots and vile death. She watched in horror as the truth of it mingled with her hopes of being once again beautiful. She willingly sobbed, taking solace in the tears that obscured the gruesome image of the sickened quivering mass of flesh that reflected in the mirror.

She lay there on her bed closed off from the world around her as she was living on borrowed time. She knew it, cringing as her mouth struggled to scream as the maggots tore through. The wails formed into words that she'd never dream to say, as the larvae stretched her belly to the full bloom of a pregnant mother.

..."Cut me open" she gasped in a weakened sigh of pain as no words she would speak would fall on anyone's ears.

Burrowing through every pore in her body, they tunneled through her veins, eating their way through. Once they finally reached the surface of that beautiful skin the stench of death oozed out as rich as her blood.

So harsh was this trial that none had ever endured, the once raven haired beautys tresses had turned an ashen silver. She thought about seeking aid, however she was too prideful of that, having any medic there to heal and heal her again as they all would look on the woman as disgusting. She knew that each motion to restore her body would simply repeat the process as they swelled and wriggled inside her dying body.

Wild with delirium in those last moments she looked to her left hand and blinked as the vision of that puss covered and boil riddled carcass meat faded. The horrors of what seemed like a years worth of torment culminated in those last moments with the birth of the infestation.

One can accept pain when they go into it knowingly.

But ambush and surprise attack serves no purpose other than to teach one to - expect- the unexpected.

Paranoia set in and she rubbed her stomach, feeling the need to cover every inch of her body with soft fabrics of her bed she closed her eyes and uttered her last words:

"And I wonder... I simply wonder.. why"

....These were the last words she spoke as she gripped that bow with loving affection, her last breaths came unnaturally gurgled as the maggots ate their way out of every orifice.
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A small encounter : Tenets of Baator and the Ministry of Mortal Relations



~Opening the door to a small yet richly ordained mansion stands a normal human woman, clothed properly and unassuming, yet the way she carries herself is with the upper class and gentile of a merchant. Her every move is graceful and forthright.

She tends to gain respect even when not every trying for it.

The man looks to his hands and eyes the small greeting card, one that was hand scribed for this particular meeting. As he enters the abode she offers him a warm smile and perhaps a small touch to the arm to show her sweet demeanor. She could honestly care less for what race he is, neither making remarks or even so much as batting an eyelash to his manner of dress; she didn't judge. After all, merchants live to serve and provide wares to all who may require them.~

"Ah, greetings and well met. I always come through on a deal, so all you need to do is of course sign here and we'll commit to the exchange of goods and services. You may then of course keep that which you so desired, it will be bestowed upon you the instant you sign."

The man looks to the parchment, his eyes swirling with confusion at the lengthy contract. He didn't have to wait long from the initial request. After all it seemed like mere seconds since he met the merchant on the road. She held a small scroll case in her hands, of course she was well known as a powerful archmage, her services to the general public were not aligned with any faction, and she had access to knowledge that seemed so far reaching from the prime.

"You tryin' to swindle me into somethin'?" Says the berk.

"Of course not darling, this is a simple matter of business. Should you wish to debate the terms of the agreement we can of course do so, however do remember that I hold what you desire, and if you don't want it, there are others who do.

... After all I'm not asking for you to empty your coffers, you would in essence, gain something for free.

Why not have a seat here with me and then we can discuss each and every term to your liking. After all, you'll find I'm quite agreeable.

~After a few hours he found that the woman enjoyed the little debate; she was after all quite studious and every request that he made was seemingly reformatted into something even more appealing than he thought. She wrote upon the parchment and winked to him. It seemed that she had a sweet spot in her mind for the man. Once the contract was done he quickly agreed upon it. She had him sign and as he did she smiled to him and handed him three times the amount of scrolls. The man seemed happy about that and even as their topics churned from petty dealings topics of a more religious debate she simply listened to him saying nothing of her own intent or her own feelings about it. However she would steer the conversation towards the deal. The only thing that mattered was that contract, all else was irrelevant.~

"My dear, I do wish to thank you for your patronagewould you care for some fruit or nuts?" She says as she takes the scroll and whispers a word to make it disappear.

"Now that the little business is put aside perhaps you would like to relax, we can of course discuss other business if you like, though I'd prefer if you called me Sila Nykadrynn.

An odd last name, yes I know however such things are always with meaning. After all, we wouldn't be --Baatezu-- if we didn't plot, plan and otherwise perfect ourselves through purification, now would we?

Mmm yes I'm quite fond of alliteration, I find it palpable to press with perfect precision. One could presume it a pastime.

Sit down and have a glass of bloodwine..

What is it you ask? Well perhaps I could go into a poem regarding the nature of such, how it is pressed from the bodies of the sweet as they offer themselves to the thorns of the grapevines. A whole field of those experiencing pleasure the likes of which have never been seen by mortal eyes, save those who wish to frolic amidst the vines themselves...

...Or I could simply state that those who are caught amidst the tangled thorns of the vines become consumed, the thorns holding them in place as their screams of anguish echo through that forest in Nessus, whatever blood is extracted goes to - plump - the grapes themselves. Which ever story you preferI'm quite the performer - after all you are my guest, and I do wish to keep you comfortable She finishes with a smile.

Go on take a sip.. quite bittersweet isn't it? Perhaps its the irony of it that in the end all who are not hand picked for succession from soul larva - no matter how vile or delightfully wicked they are on the prime serve as food for pleasure amongst those who've gained their prestige through cunning and skill. They've worked for it.. they deserve it.

Now regarding your "faith" .. I will tell you that those are complete and utter lies.. if you like being toyed with that is... Of course one hopes to be retrieved after death, however, there is no guarantee is there?

There is no contract that can be written to ensure that you would...

~She takes a seat in a finely crafted throne near the fireplace, and as she motions to the chair next to her she smiles warmly and offers a small tray of meat and figs, there are a number of fine delicacies as well. The woman lays her hand along the arm of the chair and one can't help but feel comfortable in the lavish surroundings, the longer he stays within her presence the stronger the urge to remain there for a long while; her eloquent speech is quite sweet upon his ears and her overall demeanor suggests that she would never do anything to harm him directly.

As she sits there the illusion of the human form seems to flicker and enhance or melt away, one could not tell. However she grew more beautiful, a few feathers seem to show and her skin illuminates. Eventually he notices the luscious feathered wings that drape along the dense carpet and her flawless form is revealed. The scantily clad woman's eyes flicker of flames and the irridescent hue of her skin seems to radiate a softness as her hair drapes in light waves.

She had a devilish grin, and the petit of her fang rests on the luscious pout of her lower lip; as she speaks, now debunking everything the man ever thought of, debating him into a corner as she idly crossed her legs and sipped on her bloodwine.

The berk sat there wondering what in the hells was going on and that was exactly it; a small transaction, an every day marketplace vendor had just in fact mentioned that she was a Baatezu, her eloquent speech and her straightforwardness on how the berk got suckered in, and now she was crushing his very religion. ~

~He had signed a contract and even as it appeared to be in his favor he just now realizes what he's done. And the seemingly angelic creature sat there next to him reciting the tenets of Baator. She leaned over the arm of the chair, swivelling in her seat as her perfect body seemed to drape exquisitely over the smoothe dark wood of the chair

She smirks to him as she relishes the taste of the wine upon her pallate.~

Even if you cannot bargain with a god under such lavish surroundings, baatezu are always here to strike the best deals in the multiverse, honestly you need not look any farther to observe perfection in our ways.

Ahh so you wish to know more about me?

~She smiles and as she slides her hand along his shoulder, in a caressing manner, she purrs slightly and slides her fingers through his hair. She was just as vain as Belial however she never lost sight of what was important, and after being forged in the pit of flames itself and undergoing rituals of purification and modification at the hands of the Kochrachon's so many thousands of years ago this was after all a simple blink of an eye in which she would enjoy her eternal life. She thought about divulging the grande ways of Baator, its rules and regulations, how she had served her time in the bloodwars and how she never really wanted to go back there as an archer. Erinyes did after all hold much clout even as a lesser baatezu, however her rankings within the nobiility of Nessus itself made certain that she always had an audience with the Dark 8 in relation to the neverending war.~

Mm I suppose I could go into details about myself, however such would be silly now wouldn't it? After all I would have nothing to gain from talking you to death and it would be a waste of my time. I care for your wellbeing darling; you want to save your strength for a few tasks i'll have in mind for you, if you're up for the challenge that is...

Simply put I'm a Baatezu, an Erinyes forged from the very hellfires of Baator in the pit of flames to emerge as a graceful and cunning deceptive liar sent to lure mortals to their untimely ends, also twisting their souls and their minds to appreciate the cunning of words as opposed to the brute nature of chaos. Power is only achieved and granted to those who learn from both above and below the twisted sordid details that govern every society.

Although now any power that you have would have been granted directly through me and our continued meetings.. you understand don't you? We leave nothing to chance as was proven by that delightful contract.

I do so enjoy mental stimulation.

You are now mine. Upon receiving those scrolls you have in fact just signed your soul over.. to be done with as I would see fit. Of course I do admire your tenacity and your overall zealous nature, perhaps there is a future for you in Baator; either that or digestion in the belly of a Lemure at the lowest of course. However all of that relies on how our little relationship moves from hereon out.... mm?

If for any reason that you were to say, divulge the knowledge of my existence, or recall the memories of our little encounter for the purpose of releasing yourself from the binding contractual agreement, or to otherwise bring harm to me based on the following tenets, certain conditions will apply:

1. Either consciuosly or uncounsciously via means of scrying or other magical or psionicly enhanced ways, physically through pain or torture or pleasure for that fact.

2. Through your actions either directly, indirectly or via those acting in your own name.

3. Or by the use of any communication with others to lure them to the truth of your downfall.

These conditions are as states: I have reason to cease from enjoying your company in this.. present form. Of course, I'll have your soul yanked and I'd have yet another gem to hang about my neck, or yet another larvae with which to barter my way throughout the planes, but you catch my drift.

However I think that you are adorable..and in the long run should you survive your pathetic existence as a soul larvae, you may attain the rankings of a lemure at best, judging from the sweet look of torment on your face now.

By acting on the Free Will clause of the Prime you infact bound the hands of your god to save you ... such is how mortals are so easily swayed. Money means nothing to us, though the Dark Eight have seen fit to instill this propaganda upon the mortals of every prime. After all what we desire is you my sweet.. we want you, and now we have you.

So you may as well strive to be the best little devil you can be... A little blessing from the angel.. oops.. the devil on your shoulder.

~She purrs as she slides her fingers through his hair, kissing him gently and then walking away with the coldest of dark grins imaginable.~

I have a quota to keep up so here you have a few choices. I can make them clear enough for your simple mind to comprehend, or I can elaborate on each until your head bleeds with the delightful intricacies of mastering the ways of negotiations and politics.

Simple? Alright darling I'll put it this way..

Your god will not save you - nor will any other for that matter so, I now give you a choice..

1. Choose to accept and live the lie. You are on borrowed time, so I would suggest to admire the ways to take advantage of law, just as you so expressed that desire when we wrote our little contract out.. quite stimmulating wasn't it? See the truth and domination of such power as the baatezu can only emulate. Learn from your mistake here today and think on that as something that can be improved upon in your future within Baator.

2. Begin to weep and cry for your pathetic existence, realize it for the mindless nature that it is, and commit yourself to a larvae state now.

3. Bask in the glory of the Baatezu and realize that you were heading here anyway.

Of course, even in these choices there is no freedom. Your only choice is through me. Utlimatelyconsider me as an ambassador who acts within the "Ministry of Mortal Relations".

Have you the backbone to live your life in utter damnation? Or shall I claim you now... my sweet.

Confused perhaps? Well, we can't allow for that to happen. Perhaps the best way for me to teach you would be to take you now.

You'd like to see, wouldn't you? I'd like to show you something sweetie. Take my hand. The "City of Man" is a wonderous place that promises utter enlightenment. I'm planning on building a small settlement like that here; after all who doesn't want to see the grande scale of things and shape the future towards World Peace?

The City of Man offers the ultimate in satisfaction for the mind body and soul. In that perfect center is where all things culminate and there is where you will find purpose and of course rigid formality in all things, there is nothing but growth through restraint, freedom through law and tyrrany through those who are the most deserved of holding such power.

You haven't seen true power until you've visited Baator. Such trials and tribulations ensure that only the strong of will and determination rather than the blade succeed. Testing and trials are the nature of the Baatezu, and how else to learn from a more perfect mistake than toi give yourself over to it completely...mm?

Yes everyone carries on in Baator with such a sweet disposition. After all we're not like the brutish Tanar'ri that go about in their destruction and self satisfying ways. We represent a law and an order that ensures that only those who are capabable and display the utmost in Baatavian qualities hold unquestionable power in their hands.

And we all benefit from such leadership.

There are 9 layers to Baator, the mystics of the three and the perfect society of our Baatezu ideals are well embodied as Lord Farcas would have it..
Certainly you've heard of the Ministry of Mortal Relations?

Anyhow Lord Farcas, as he enjoys being referred to, is one of the Dark Eight. It was his ingenious plan to develope the perfection of the "City of Man". It is a place to enjoy. Every vile thing that your little mind could ever comprehend, and best of all, there is nothing to distract you from your enlightenment.

Sounds interesting? Well come with me and I'll take you to the first ring, the walls of the flesh. Of course I need to lay down a few rules for you. This little vacation won't last too long after all, your soul is already claimed. This is simply a sightseeing tour to what you will be a part of in the end. However since you are mine, I can hold you on my arm in such a sweet way to make everyone else...jealous. You'd like that wouldn't you my pet.. mm?

~Sila hands him a long parchment stating the selected laws of Baator~

I. Strength lies only in unity.

II The strong rule the weak

III All lies contain a spark of truth.

IV. Slavery creates freedom.

V. Failure leads to punishment.

VI . Do to others as they have done to you.
a. When possible, do to others /before/ they do to you.
b. Treat your inferiors as your superiors treat you.
c. Learn your lessons from above and below.

VII Haste makes waste.
a. Revenge is best tempered by time.
b. Plan carefully and leave no evidence.
c. There is no crime if there is no proof.

VIII A sharp eye and mind are more valuable than strength of arms.
a. Let cunning be your watchword.
b. Any fool can be won by extravagence.

IX . Know your enemy

X. None may rise unless another falls.
a. There's only so much room at the top.
b. If you would ascend, you must first topple another.

XI. Take pride in yourself and your works.
a. Admit weakness or error only when it gains you an advantage.




The man was never seen again.

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[Sekhmet]

At the core end of it the goal of the erinyes is to corrupt either individuals or society towards a more lawful intent- embracing the ideals of the Baatezu as they lure mortals to either visit Baator or set up a lawful means of business on the prime. There are of course many ways in which this can be done..

In Baator there is a city that was built by Lord Farcas, it is known as the City of Man. This city was constructed as a double edged paradise for mortals as Lord Farcas, one of the Dark Eight constructed the city specifically towards the end of showing all of mortal kind the benefits and the mastery of perfection in this city of ideals. The Ministry of Mortal Relations is indeed what Sila is a part of and her direct influence is to a general named Ka'las.

This City of Man is where all of Sila's personalities come to merge - even as she may study individuals and take a more neutral vantage point offering free help to those who need it ultimately she comes across as a Sensate from the city of Sigil in the outer planes to set up a place of learning and enlightenment here on the prime known as Toril.

She bases these plans on the City of Man itself. The small community that she wishes to start would ultimately slowly twist all those who came to accept the tenets of the Baatezu - where law and tyranny over the self and others would ensure that all who partook of the delights of her "haven" would grow to embrace the ideals of fact as opposed to faith.

The City of Man is constructed as follows and her small community would be based off of this as well - the "Sensorum" would only be the first of a three layered series of rings. Before passing onto the next ring of enlightenment one would have all the pleasures imaginable offered by the very wall that one would have to walk.. Upon understanding the lesson of each ring, they could progress inward, and as they progressed to the innermost circles, they would ultimately find themselves embracing law and the teachings of order as opposed to chaos.

The outermost circles would be enticing to all as it would present a small shop that was discountledly priced and places to rest between each venture to enlightenment. Everything would be nearly free and there would be no violence or any upstart to impede one's journey to enlightenment.

The purpose of this Sensorum would be to purge the animalistic senses of those with chaotic natures, rewarding those who ventured inward past the three barriers of temptation - the first rings would be temptations of the Body; the second, temptations of the mind; and the last rings the temptation of the soul.

Those who made it past such lavish debaucheries would end up snubbing those with more animalistic urges and thus would embrace law and the freedoms that come with it, not to mention the reward of testing one's self.

The nine rings of the City of Man are actually a smaller set of larger divisions. The first three rings - Sensation, Desire, and Purity - are collectively called the Walls of The Body. The second three - Emotion, Logic, and Understanding - are the Paths of the Mind. The third - Body , Mind, and Power are the temptations of the Spirit.

Anyone who walks the rings in the proper sequence undergoes some changes. For Instance, the Walls of Sensation purges all sensual pleasures from the traveler by offering them in such excess that he eventually wearies of them. This first ring is only one in the City of Man that boasts such endless debauchery, and here a body can find anything he wants, from pleasure in silk to agony in chains to a combination of the two.

Eventually, the path leads out of the Wall of Sensation and into the Wall of Desire, a realm of desperate souls seeking pleasures of a new variety. They come together to find ultimate satisfaction, but they won't have any luck until they reach the Wall of Purity. There they learn to understand that the mind governs the body, that physical pleasures are nothing compared to the delights possible in the mind. This ring is a gray place of purification and asceticism.

And so it goes through the rest of the city. Visitors can travel back through any rings they've already mastered, but they're forbidden to continue inward until they understand the secrets of their current ring. Armed guards patrol the 10 foot - thick and 40 -foot- high walls, making sure no visitors try to advance before they're ready.

Within each ring, the marble buildings serve as places to indulge in the ring's dominant feature with plenty of room set aside for folks to sleep and replenish themselves as well. The only structure forbidden to casual visitors is Alasta's place, the erinyes who governs the city. And even that opens up to few who master the Temptations of the spirit.

What is the purpose of the city? It is said that it exists to lure mortals to embrace of Baatorian ideals, that it was built by the Ministry of Mortal Relations to foster goodwill among the mortals and slowly corrupt them. Another rumor says that this place is where all erinyes bring their prey, so the victims might eventually become baatezu. Regardless, a body can leave the city whenever he likes - the baatezu want their recruits to come to them freely.

A company of Cornugons keep the peace, while solitary Hamatula roam the city looking for trouble. When they find a problem, they take care of it quickly and effectively with minimum fuss, so as not to disturb the workings of the rings. Nothing’s more likely to break the mood of the visitors than violence from the militia.

//ooc City of Man excerpts taken from "Faces of Evil - The Fiends. "

The walls of the Body:
Sensation,
Desire,
Purity

The Paths of the Mind
Emotion
Logic
Understanding

The temptations of the Spirit
Body
Mind
Power