Smotritel of Adaline

This is the story of a remarkable woman. Smotritel lived in a simple cottage, and lived very humbly. She was raised as a Succubus in the realm of Jagdas. She grew quickly, turning into a fine specimen of a Succubus, and started her own village. Suddenly, the realm that had been called home began to drain of its life. The glory the realm of Jagdas once held was washed away. She saw more and more people migrate upwards towards a glimmering portal, where the scent of honeysuckle, of juniper, and of roses were smelled, and brooks bubbled up, where sun shone profoundly, and music, arts, and dancing flourished. They called it Rathnir. Smotritel wasn’t sure what to think of the place. She wanted to go there, but something pulled her back. A calling had begun.

Since Tuesdays’ Last, She had sensed a cry where a Fox had killed the Mother Hen, and now encroaches on the chick. She followed this sense, until she found it. A village that had been set ablaze.

The Marauders. The creatures of the Dark. Marauders were actually the pre-evolutionary tribe of Soul Hogs. The Marauders were also heading towards Rathnir, but for the Nether. For as soon as the Marauders smelled the scent of honeysuckle, of juniper, and of roses, and heard music flourish, and saw the sun, they fled to the Nether. There, the Marauders established themselves everywhere. Then the hunters came. They killed off almost all of the Marauders, except for the Soul Sand Valley Branch, eventually creating the Soul Hog Species, which is what Teggers is.

Anyway, the calling for Smotritel grew towards a bundle of blankets. There, a small Niedene Girl called Adaline would be raised. She would eventually grow to become a succubus, like her mother, and fulfill Smotritel’s dreams of reaching the realm of Rathnir.