(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"You've done splendidly, Annah." I pondered for a moment. I knew full well
the extent of my power. Dak'kons tutelage and emphasis on knowing
oneself had served me well. I'd perused plenty of books about the variety of
planar creatures in the libraries of the Great Foundry. Nupperibos and
Lemures were minor concerns. An abishai wouldn't live much longer than a
pack of trelons, if that. A cornugon... well, that one would be troublesome.
Doable, but troublesome. They were cautious schemers, however, and
wouldn't engage in combat against an unknown foe unless they were sure
they had planned out a solid strategy beforehand.
Might as well get that out of the way first.
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Dealing with the Baatorian hordes was a minor matter. It was no small
amount of energy I expended with that, but sometimes you just have to
send a message. After working through the group of fiends, we met the
cornugon.
If he was angry at me for slaying his mindless underlings, he certainly didn't
show it. The power baatezu sought came from the mastery of their anger,
after all. It was vaguely humanoid, covered with grotesque scales, with huge
wings folded to make him look smaller than he was. A long, prehensile tail
slid along the floor with a sinuous, rhythmic motion, and keen eyes watched
me approach with amusement.
"Greetings."
It barked out a laugh and smiled at me. "Yes... greetings to you, little
human."
"Who are you?"
"My name is not important. If there were a reason for you to know me, you
would. If you need to attach a name to me, you may call me Tek'elach." The
creature smiled.
"I've been told that you're a cornugon. A greater baatezu."
Tek'elach glanced at Grace, the flesh of its maw curling into a partial sneer.
Those sinister eyes twinkled then, and sniffing the air it shifted its gaze to
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