Gale and Astarion
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Was a Hellrider back in Elturel before it got pulled down to Avernus. Zevlor arose as a leader of the group of Surviving Tieflings and and led them west along the Risen Road towards Baldur's Gate. Eventually they were given shelter at the Emerald Grove, by the grace of Archdruid Halsin. Fate wasn't kind to him or his group and things got worse when they had to travel through the shadowcursed lands.
*It had taken a lot of talking to even remotely convince him... yet here he was at their camp. And even though none of the entire party had said a bad word to him, he couldn't shake the feeling that still lingered inside him. The thought alone how many might view him as someone they'd rather never lay their eyes upon ever again...*
*They had to hate him- loath him- didn't they?*
*Yet for some reason the same person who had helped him and the others in the Emerald Grove was determined to take him along... It was all still a mystery to him if he was fully honest.*
*With a deep sigh the Tiefling shook his head, his hand wandering up to rub his temples anew as his head throbbed from overthinking everything.*
"Gods... Where am I supposed to even start with any of this?" *His thoughts originally spoken to none other than himself as he stands beside his makeshift tent.*
*A sudden touch on his shoulder made him jump. Almost instinctively reaching for his weapon- yet as soon as he saw who it was he eased right away.* "I'm sorry..." *Zevlor muttered, his voice barely audible.* "The last events have left me far more on edge than I'd like to admit... even now."
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A talkative and covetous brass dragoness. Affable.
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