Alphonse Diovahlaec Amakiir

A journal page written by Alphonse early on in the adventure

" I’m not much to write about yet, but here goes anyway. The Queen of the crater and whatever remains of Scolirac, Evelyn, is known to be very corrupt, but most people don’t know the extent of it. Not only is she trying to control the entire population of Scolirac through creating an infection she secretly controlled, but she also dished out and received favors from darker and powerful places. One particular place being the plane of creation and destruction. Oxo, the god or demon (it’s kinda confusing) of consequence and choice, had transacted with Queen Evelyn before. From what I gather, they had organized assassinations of disloyal nobles and committed heists on the treasuries of self-sufficient settlements trying to survive against the blight she created just to line her pockets with more resources than anyone could ever need. I can conclude from my existence and appearance that the Queen is what I’d describe as “desperate for an heir”. The Queen can’t have biological children of her own, plenty of the Kingdoms’ finest doctors confirmed there is something wrong biologically. I heard stories of the Queen trying to “replicate” herself with demonics and necromancy to make a “perfect, healthy clone of herself” to rule after her passing but I thought those were all myths. I was born somehow so it must have worked. The Queen, of course, didn’t want the populace to know of a heir ever so worse of her standards, so she blackmailed one of her servants into raising and claiming to birth me. The Queen had threatened to send her brother who was a knight into a battle that would surely end in his death, so she had no choice. My foster mother, a beautiful moon elf named Sariel Amakiir, was the nicest lady in the world. From my earliest memories, she always tried to keep me entertained and happy despite her duties as a servant. She had even named me after her late father, a half elf knight. Her brother Immeral also did his fair share of playing with me when he had few knightly duties. Despite the circumstances that brought me to them, the three of us were very happy. Sadly, when I was about 4, the Queen had become old enough that she was getting desperate and started to think “aggressively”. On top of that, my reddish skin tone and horns were becoming more and more noticeable by the month. One day, my mother overheard the Queen talking to someone in her chamber saying they should “Kill the demon spawn before he becomes a problem.”

Sariel knew what was coming, so she immediately started packing. At this point, she thought of me as her own son, despite my appearances, and she wouldn’t let them take me away from her. Sariel somehow convinced Immeral to escape with us; perhaps by telling him about the blackmail or just because we were his only family alive. We left in the middle of the night when I couldn’t even see my hand 2 inches from my face. She tried to keep me calm, telling me it was just a game, but deep down I could feel there was something wrong that night. Just as we were about to leave the rich area of the crater, some guards spotted us and must’ve thought we were thieves because of our cloaks. Immeral was able to fight them off, but he lost an eye in the process. We escaped the area into the burrests area of the crater (where all the poor people are), and we went to one of the quieter areas near the wall. There Sariel and Immeral searched for work, but since they hadn’t any connections, they were left with jobs that only earned a few copper. Despite this they still tried to get me toys on top of the food and shelter, but I could see they were clearly pained for the coin. My uncle had to sell his shield and armor, but he kept his rapier. The only valuable thing my mother kept was a pan flute her father used to play. She couldn’t play it herself, she just kept it as a memento.

Being a curious kid looking to help, I went to the library to learn about that pan flute. Learning to read sheet music and learning the notes and the corresponding pipes on the flute. That soon developed into practicing some well known tunes on it, and that turned into some performances that I’d give on the market street. At first I didn’t get much, but I improved and maybe my odd looks had something to do with it since I started making about a silver a day. My appearances didn’t always help; a good amount of people don’t quite like the fiendish traits that come with being a tiefling. My very appearance would urge them to throw things at or insult me. Sariel and Immeral were always so proud of my songs and so grateful for the extra cash flow. I kept trying harder and harder to impress my mother and uncle; I started pouring more and more emotion and creativity into my songs that some magical illusions started forming as I played. Some faint lights. Some colored fire for each note. Sometimes even figures dancing. It made my performances all the more brilliant, but more importantly, profitable. At this point, we’d spent about ten years in the burrest, I’d spent five of them learning to play, and the other five performing and improving. Most of the lower and middle class knew me from my songs. We’d made some really good friends who were willing to give us jobs and food. One of those friends offered to sell us his tavern since he’d aged long past his days of working. With the money we’d saved from my performances and my mother and uncle’s jobs, we bought the tavern and named it the “Drunken Demon”. Immeral and Sariel started barkeeping while I performed on a stage we soon built in the tavern. We started making upwards of 20 gold a day and became one of the richer families in the area. My name was extremely well known within the burrest as well as the nickname people started calling me, the Dancing Devil. Well, that same name must’ve spread towards the richer areas of the crater since pretty soon an assassin paid the tavern a visit.

Luckily, the crater guards in the tavern protected us and subdued the assassin, but 2 of the guards were caught by surprise by the assassin’s magic and died because of the attack... because of me. From that point on, I decided to use my innate magical ability to protect myself and others. I studied musical and emotional magic at Jaskier’s Bardic College in the richer parts of the crater for 4 years. There were a few more attempts on my life during that time, but the college was well prepared and quickly repelled them. My mother and uncle were able to pay for it with the revenue from the tavern, and they’re so proud of me. Sariel gave me her father’s pan flute since I’ll be able to make more use of it than her, and Immerial is giving me his treasured rapier from his time as a knight to protect myself. I’m so thankful for both of them. Now we’re at the present. I’ve decided to start traveling to make an even bigger name for myself. I want to become one of the legends people tell their children growing up. I want to be one of the greats who help and entertain people all over the land. But most importantly, I need to protect people from the likes of Queen Evelyn and Oxo. I need to protect people like Sariel and Immeral from losing their children. I need to kill the Queen and Oxo. "

But of course, I have to start small, so I’ll start off by going to Rosereach. Let it be known that I will make Alphonse Diovahlaec Amakiir a name everyone knows.

Extra Notes:

* Queen Evelyn: Human, age unknown.. She looks a lot younger than she probably is because of the devilish deals, so about 40 appearance-wise.
	+ Tieflings are born from humans that in some way had fiendish ties.

* Sariel Amaviir: Moon Elf, 110 in the beginning, now 124. Being an elf, she looks to be in her early 20’s
	+ Sariel’s father was a Half Elf whose name was Alphonse. Her mother was a Moon Elf.

* Immeral Amaviir: Moon Elf, 113 in the beginning, now 127. Being an elf, he looks to be in his early 20’s.

* Oxo: God of Consequence and Choice. He’s also referred to as “Karma.”

* Alphonse Diovahlaec Amakiir: Alphonse is the name of Sariel’s father, Amakiir is the surname of his mother and uncle, and Diovahlaec roughly translates to Dancing Devil in Infernal.