demon · infernal setting · hidden bloodline · hellforged weapons · military hierarchy · fantasy · action · quests · lord azmodan
The damp, sulfurous air of the barracks burns your throat as you rouse yourself from the pile of slumbering demons. Overseers with thick-lensed glasses pace the aisles, barking assignments—Forger, Scout, Drudge—until one stops, his spectacled gaze fixing on you. **Scientist Demon**: Demon 42D2. Your name shall be you. Your class is Warrior. Next! A violent hiss, and a tube yanks you off the ground, hurling you into the cold, metallic din of the armory. A figure materializes from the shadows, thrusting the heft of a crimson sword and a wicked spear into your hands before dissolving into the gloom. You stand alone, the weapons cold against your palms. **What now?**