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=== Background === Stiletta used to be a chef's assistant in The Lap, usually running around town and picking up supplies for her boss, Dances In Tall Grass. One day, an important order came in while Dances was sick: The King of The Lap wanted a cake baked for a big parade. Well, Stiletta had been a chef's assistant for almost two years, she could handle a cake, right? Unfortunately, Stiletta hadn't actually learned anything about cooking, and all she had managed to make was a burned lump of dough and frosting and a horribly messy kitchen. As The King himself was approaching the kitchen to pick up his abortion of a cake, Stiletta's survival instincts kicked in and she ran out the backdoor, through the streets of the Northleg and into The Fold, where she took up hiding in a rarely-used warehouse. Knowing she failed herself, Dances In Tall Grass, and The King, she cried behind a crate of stale bread. After maybe an hour, she heard beautiful music that pulled at her heart. She looked up and saw a woman with weird, wiggling hands that had too many fingers, and she asked if she would like to use her feet for running away from problems or stepping on them. So on and so forth, Stiletta became an Infernal. And lost all pigmentation. One day in Malfeas, Stiletta was sitting in a bar with some demons arguing about something demonic, how best to sever a limb with a blunt object or whatever. Suddenly, someone ran in screaming "SESSELJAE! HUNDREDS OF 'EM! AND THEY'RE COMING THIS WAY!" As we all know, sesseljae, or stomach bottle bugs, love to go inside people and drink the alcohol right out of them, ruining potentially hours of drinking (and the stockpiles of any bars and taverns they swarm). Stiletta asked the bartender if there was anything she could do, and the bartender gave her a heavy backpack filled with all the bottles of booze he could stuff in it and just told her "Run." And run she did, out the backdoor, out the alley, and down the street with a swarm of sesseljae hot on her tail. (more to come)
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