Jester Lavore

The blue skinned Tiefling was sobbing quietly in the corner, she wasn’t even tied up as she had been in no condition to fight or resist after she had seen me rend her patron, The Traveller into nearest atoms of dust. She’d collapsed then and there and refused to move until she’d been carried from the field by a pair of my soldiers.

She was a cute creature, bubbly and filled with energy. Excited about trying everything and seeing the world. She was also a whores daughter. When I entered she stopped crying for a moment, hiccuping as she turned her face towards me, desperately as if expecting The Traveller to be stood there. As she saw who it was, her sobbing returned and indeed even rose higher in pitch, snot bubbling out of her nose and running down over her lips as she buried her head against the cold steel walls of her cell. As you consider her, she speaks loudly, her accent strange but pleasant to your ears.

“You’ll be sorry! You will see the Traveller will be back, he’s really cool and way cooler than you in your stupid black robe! He’s got something way bigger than your stupid Reality Marble! The Traveller is so awesome he’s probably got a whole bag of Reality Marbles!”