08-26-2016, 08:15 PM
*The demons light a massive bonfire over the remains of the caravan. Into the fire they throw bloody, mangled corpses. Hundreds of demons dance around the fire, laughing, stabbing the roasting corpses, mangling them further. In the middle of it, Neviah runs screaming and laughing, her hands and arms bloody to the elbow.*
A demoness barely in command of the demons surrounding the tavern. A skull is smashed oddly onto her head, her large red horns curling through and around it. A loud screaming laugh punctuates her existence; she is often seen setting things on fire while screaming about this freezing wet place.