Destroth

Destroth is a demon approximately 800 years old. He doesn’t know exactly how old as he stopped counting after 200 but knows that when he was young the city of Darvos was already complete. Most of his life he had spent in a group of hunters that called themselves the Wildclaw. This group consisted of Destroth and 5 other members - Armi, Tregthar, Plagi, Ifru and Balegur. Each of them was skilled at their own weapon - bow, greataxe, daggers, blood magic, shield. Destroth himself was skilled at using the claymore but he would also take on the training of Armi at the bow. Although the city of Darvos is complete and has been for many centuries, they had decided to stick to the lifestyle of hunters in the wild of the Nirrula. All was going good, they were looking out for each other and watching their backs when needed. However the group would be separated after a raid on a piglin king castle. While raiding the castle a huge explosion occurred somewhere in the castle which caused it to crumble. After everything calmed down Destroth went back to the meeting place they had agreed upon, but they were nowhere in sight. He waited hours but no one showed up. He searched the destroyed castle but couldn’t find anyone.

“There is no way that this is how they die. Even if they aren’t here, they are somewhere else alive. We have been through worse in our time.”

After the incident at that castle he never looked back and decided to wander the lands of Nirrula alone. On one of his travels, he found himself in a basalt forest covered in mist.

“How am I supposed to know where I'm going?”

After walking for some time he saw a light in the mist. The closer he got the more lights he saw. Destroth followed the lights which led him to a small house in the forest. It didn’t fit the area at all. Looked like something you would find in a crimson forest but not one in one of these. Out of curiosity he entered and found many books and staffs in there. One book caught his eye in particular. In the far middle on a lectern there was a book titled “Research log: Fire Magic”. He started reading it and realized that this was the home of a sorcerer. Deep in reading he didn’t hear the man enter back into his house. The sorcerer screamed in rage and started attacking Destroth. Knowing he was outmatched by him, Destroth decided to flee. While running away, the sorcerer knocked him off his feet and casted a curse on Destroth.

“If you are so eager for my knowledge I will demonstrate it first hand to you!”

The sorcerer proceeded to cast a curse on Destroth. He cursed his hands to forever burn and the pain to never fade. Although demons are naturally immune to fire this curse made him feel the pain first hand. Weeks passed and eventually Destroth would become numb to this pain.

“Lesson learned, never go into a sorcerer's house again. Good thing he only cursed my hands, not being able to cross lava rivers would have been a real problem”

Later on his journey he found himself in the soulsand valley. There he found a huge skeleton hound, which seemed to be guarding some sort of treasure. Destroth woke up the beast and began the fight. The beast was ferocious and Destroth underestimated it. After a prolonged battle he won but was severely wounded. He passed out. When he woke up he was in the same cave but not alone, he was surrounded by the local shamans. They told him that they healed his wounds as thanks for beating the beast that was guarding their tools. Upon looking at himself he saw that one of his arms had a different fire surrounding it which also hurt more. Shamans explained that this fire is a cage for souls that keeps him alive and that he needs to feed it so the wounds don't open again. He thanked them and went back on his journey.

200 years later he got bored of being alone all the time. He missed his old group but then again no one could replace them. Knowing he was near Darvos he decided to finally take a look at it. Upon entering the city, others instantly knew he wasn't from there. After seeing everything that interested him he was about to leave when he heard a few demons loudly cheering. Destroth went to have a look and saw one demon standing on another proudly.

“Anyone else want a piece of this?!”

“Sure, i give you 10 seconds big guy” Destroth replied.

The demon laughed but while that Destroth already closed distance and knocked him out with 2 hits to his face. Destroth spat on the demon's face and was getting ready to leave when he was called to the side by someone.

“Don't leave yet, we need to have a talk”

They went off to a bar, had a few drinks and when everyone had left the demon introduced himself. He was the one they call The Jester. To Destroth that meant nothing so he asked why he wanted to talk. The Jester simply said that he wants Destroth to join him in the new world. At first he denied the request but after further thinking he agreed. They had their final drink and went off to the portal. This was the first time Destroth would visit this new world. Now he serves the nation of Nedrara as High Commander of The Demons because of his fighting capabilities.