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Tieflings

Art for Player's Handbook 5e Revised

Art by Clint Cearley

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What did she wish to find? Well- that was a very tough question for her to answer with the incubus so very close to her person. Lyrazel tensed and un-tensing her muscles to try and relax them. Her tail curled and refused to release.

"Knowledge. Wisdom. Power," she managed to answer. "I seek those three things."

But seek them to what end? Lyrazel knew she would have to answer that question too. What was her true reasoning? Would he be able to tell if she was lying, even if it was a lie she believed in? As Haarlep's tail brushed against hers, she shivered.

"I want... I want to hold status. I want to become more. Become better."

I want to be seen as equal in the eyes of others.

Haarlep watched the lump in her throat as she swallowed, eyes consuming her, taking in every inch of her skin, every pore that opened, every little peace of sweat that attempted to break free from her glands. The thrum of her heart as it picked up in pace from behind her breasts.

The smell of her was strong also, and one that the incubus would make sure to remember. Such a dramatic flare, it was adorable. He would enjoy seeing what was beneath that act--just as he did with his little brat.

"Do you now?" he asked, tilting his head and leaning in close, as if Haarlep didn't know what personal space was. He did, he just didn't care for it, not when his presence could make someone else so uneasy. He loved to watch the reaction.

His tail moved, gently brushing against Lyrazel's, giving her a tiny taste of his warmth. "Perhaps I could help you find whatever you are seeking," he teased, standing tall. Raphael's cambion form was not the largest, in fact, he was a little on the short side, but Haarlep made sure his back was straight and his shoulders were back, it was about presentation and presence, after all.

"Tell me what it is you wish to find, and perhaps Haarlep can help you."

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My take on infernal fashion.

I understand that wings and tails clip through the clothing because making 3D models that would work with them smoothly and move more or less in sync would be expensive and probably excessive. While giving Mizora a dress with an open back is possible, creating 3D model of Raphael's doublet would be a headache and the wings would still clip through it anyway.

But drawing them was fun, especially Raphael in chaps.

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Robes

Lyra often wears robes similar in fashion to this example. The difference being that hers don't have fur, but instead have shimmering fabrics draping over the body of the garment. She also tends to have either Candlekeep's signature design elements present on her garments, or things inspired by Tiefling culture embroidered on the edges.

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Other Wizards and Power

{{ Lyrazel wants to meet every notable wizard that she can possibly reach. Such notable people include Khelben Arunsun, THE Blackstaff himself (whom she could meet through the staff his soul resides in), Laeral Silverhand, and of course Elminster. She also would not oppose hobnobbing with Mystra.

To meet notable wizards would mean to glean their talents, skills, and knowledge from them. She can be that much closer to gaining more power and respect. Not to mention, if she meets them she can say that she knows them all. To know them all, in her eyes, means she's somebody. And if she's a somebody, maybe she can gain favor with Mystra and become a Chosen???

Specific to BG3's verse, she doesn't know Gale even exists. When she meets him, she thinks he's full of shit, which is hilarious given that she is full of vastly more shit than he is. She's also exceedingly jealous that he's a Chosen and she isn't. }}

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For all of his charms, Lyrazel visibly stiffened as Haarlep told her what he was. Her mind flitted to her studies. "Incubus: Male Succubus," she thought to herself. "Capable of seducing virtually anyone at will. Has abilities to shape shift and drain the life force of its victims. Danger level: four."

She swallowed hard and forced herself to loosen back up again. "So. That explains why you're so charming," she said, her voice chilled. "I'm afraid your charms will have to be worked upon someone else. I have things to find here, things to take as prizes for myself and others."

Haarlep's unwavering stare remained on her, his eyes fiery embers, and yet something so sweet and inviting inside them. It did not matter what the glamour was when he wore it, it was the enticing snare of his kind that caught others, that little mischievous smirk playing at the very corner of his lips.

Even when the creature was in danger, there was a nonchalant and almost lazy show from the incubus, like they didn't care at all that they could be killed. Perhaps Haarlep thought he was stronger than he was, or perhaps he'd caught some of Raphael's ego through their corrupted relationship.

"Then I consider myself very special," he replied, resting his hand at his chin, black claws stroking at the stubble that scratched it from Raphael's youth.

Haarlep did not contain his laughter at her very bold introduction. Oh yes... Raphael would like this one, and the expression across his face was of utmost amusement.

"Brava," he clapped loudly, his hands snapping together before he stood up from his seat. His tail fell behind his legs, wings behind him.

"Well met, my dear, Lyrazel the Magnificent, the Escellent, and the Astounding." He offered her a dramatic bow, hand tucking behind his back and the other at his chest.

That chuckle lingered as he lifted himself back up, looking down at her. "But I am no mere tiefling, my pet." He stretched his wings. "I am an incubus."

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Lyrazel snorted. Even so, her eyes were glued to the incubus- to Haarlep as he had introduced himself. Her heart raced too, threatening to beat from her chest as she stood there, waiting for something to happen.

"It would be a shame to waste my talents on you," she continued, her hand still raised. She casually flexed her fingers, putting them into a ready position to cast a chromatic orb. "I don't show my magic prowess off to just anyone."

The tiefling's tail swished. Still she stared. Haarlep was so large, so muscular, so imposing... And damn if he wasn't attractive to boot. But- No. She did not have time to galavant with a fiend. She was here for something else. Something she could take back to Candlekeep to add to the collection and, more importantly, to bribe Miirym with so that she would let loose more of her infinite knowledge.

"Lyrazel the Magnificent, the Excellent, the Astounding, and it's a pleasure for you to have met me, dear Haarlep. Tell me: are you tiefling as I am? Or something more?"

"Do you think so?" Haarlep asked, looking down at his little leather outfit with a proud expression that said even if she was being sarcastic, he believed it. Because of course the incubus believed it. He was a handsome devil in this form, and wore the skin better than its owner ever could. Such seduction and lust oozing from every inch of the fiend.

"I do. It's quite revealing, yes? Leaves little to the imagination, but just enough to make you want more, and keep your eyes lingering." His eyes halved in a soft expression, smile at his lips as he watched the tiefling carefully, his tail swaying as he rested on the lounge.

Haarlep chuckled as he looked up to her, his eyes glowing in challenge. If she wanted one, he would give it. He did so love playing games, after all.

"Oh... but I like unwise," he teased in a hot whisper. "Tell me, pet, what is your name? I would have it against my tongue, as you would have mine. Haarlep."

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The tiefling crossed her arms and gave Haarlep a very unimpressed -if not downright judgmental- glance. Of course, someone so adept at reading people as an incubus could tell it was just a front. Lyrazel was afraid of the creature before her as much as she was intrigued. She had never in her life actually met a creature of the Hells. Well- nobody but her own kind.

"Charming outfit. I suppose next you'll try to seduce me." She raised her hand and glanced at her nails. Then back up at Haarlep. "That would be unwise."

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