A being that HATES tieflings, and goes out of their way to hurt them, ends up in a temple. The magi (the cleric who is the scion of the god of that temple) sees the being harm a tiefling child, one of the many orphans there. And does the one thing that, to the hateful person, is the ultimate nightmare. The person wakes up having the form of the being they hate most. -- Anon Guest
Beware the hand of Justice. It strikes those who think they do not deserve it. Brook Stronginthearm did not think she deserved justice, but she got it anyway. With both edges honed to a deadly sharpness.
She first learned about it in the gutters of Distanbu[1]. Waking up with a splitting headache and a member of the City Watch locking shackles on her wrists. Didn't they know who she was? She rallied, ready to fight, with an indignant, "You dare lay your hands on me?"
She got a stun-wand to the face, and woke up in even more pain in a warded cell. The lit runes eliminated all use of magic, and even dulled physical strength or dexterity. A bored Watchman noticed her and smirked. "Don't try anything, devilborn. You're under a full investigation before you hang."
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