A Continent of Banalities

Zaspira Gentle was a happy woman. She had graduated near the top of her class and recently been engaged to her long-time girlfriend Minnea. The world was at her feet, and that was her undoing. Zaspira was ever so slightly arrogant, and had done the unthinkable and CORRECTED the elf sorceress Shastra Blum, a rich alumnus of the Skeelvader College of Arcane Arts. Now, Shastra is nothing if not petty, and Zaspira lost more than a few job opportunities from a few careless words. Her response was a little tinged by desperation as well as arrogance. She was going to make a small deal with a demon. “After all” she reasoned “I have demonic blood myself, and I am well-versed in the Seven Conjurative Frameworks of Gonlin, at least in theory”. The grimoire promised that Eligos “...also attracts the favor of lords, knights and other important persons”, and that sounded like just the thing. The grimoire was a tatty old thing, and like such books was woefully incomplete if not downright deceptive. ...

Ravat, the Lover of Leaving Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It does not matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come. ― Jelaluddin Rumi Ravat is a demon who has fallen on hard times. Ravat is basically humanoid. Each of its long graceful limbs ends in a sharp point and it walks equally well on all of them on all surfaces. Its face is perfect, like a cut diamond. Its body is silver scales and lithe muscles. Ravat seems to have little regard for gravity or distance. One moment it is a blurred figure on the horizon, the next it is close enough to lick your earlobe. It can get to anywhere it can see in one step, provided it isn’t restrained, but is incapable of standing still. It will fidget, cartwheel lazily, and pirouette on the ceiling, but never be at rest. The Lover of Leaving is a demon of discontent. It as...