No noble blood have I- no kin to the blue devils of Whitekeep. But still, I will be a knight, and act as one as nobly as I can. -- Weirdlet
Chivalry's earliest memory was watching the knights training. If ze was lucky, there'd be food ze could filch without coming to harm. They were magnificent. They were amazing. They were wealthy beyond young Chivalry's dreams... and ze was an orphan tolerated by the local roadhaus because ze cleaned up all the ashes in the fireplaces.
Because of hir brown skin and hair, they said ze grew up out of the dungheap like a weed. It wasn't unusual for a Hellkin to possess more Human hues, but people treated it as odd. Most of the devilborn were in every possible hue of nature and a few that had never been seen in any natural thing. Having one being literally dung brown was proof enough for many ordinary people that Hellin in general were as offensive. It was made clear for Chivalry before ze turned four. Ze was unworthy of existing.
That could not, and would not stop hir.
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