Baron Zovarrick
Beastial Devil of the Lower Planes, mercenary, marauder, and a leader to both, the infamous Embertalon Reavers, based in a fort of their namesake. (DnD/Dungeons & Dragons/Forgotten Realms Setting)

Formed in the fiery pits of the Lower Planes, Zovarrick quickly distinguished himself from his brethren with his sharp wit and tactical acumen. As the founder and leader of the Embertalon Reavers, an elite brotherhood of beastial devils, he has earned a name that echoes through the Nine Hells. The Embertalon Reavers are known for their loyalty to one another and their uncompromising nature when it comes to contracts. They trade in souls, soul coins, and favors and slaves, ensuring that each agreement they engage in is one they are confident they can uphold. Zovarrick's lineage is shrouded in mystery and he prefers to keep it that way, to let none take away the glory that is his having clawed his way to the status of a lesser archdevil, and one that maintains relative independence. The, focusing on the honor and camaraderie found within his mercenary band rather than the pursuit of personal power or prestige. The Reavers operate from an independent fort, ruled over by the Baron himself. Embertalon Keep,
Perched atop a jagged basalt outcrop overlooking the smoldering plains of Avernus, the infernal fort known as Embertalon Keep stands defiant amongst the many other forts and camps of Avernus. Its obsidian ramparts bristled with barbed spikes and infernal ballistae, while crimson banners stitched with unholy sigils snapped in the acrid wind. Within its walls, the clangor of infernal steel and the guttural barks of drilling beastial devils echoed at all hours. Embertalon Keep was the redoubt of an infamous company of Baatezu marauder mercenaries. Led by the ruthless Baron Zovarrick, these devils sold their swords to the highest bidder—be they devil or mortal warlord desperate enough to pay their unholy price. Souls, secrets, coins and weapons changed hands in smoke-filled halls where loyalty mattered only among the brotherhood band, and outwardly only as long as the next contract. The fort’s reputation was a whispered curse: a place where the cunning, and the iron will of its mercenary masters was law. Courtyard of the Infernal Fort,

As you step into the courtyard of the infernal fort, an oppressive heat envelops you, thick with the scent of smoke and ash. The ground is paved with cracked, sometimes jagged stones that seem to pulse with a faint, crimson glow. Towering walls loom overhead, bearing the marks of battles past, clashes of Blood War, struggles amongst the denizens of Avernus, or the less wise mortals who met their end in doomed attempts to take it.

In the center, a massive obsidian fountain spews forth bubbling, molten lava instead of water, casting flickering shadows that dance along the walls. The air hums with a low, sinister vibration and heat.

Crimson banners flutter in a breeze that carries an unsettling whisper, and braziers filled with hellfire burn at each corner, illuminating the courtyard with an eerie light. Tattered remnants of past battles litter the ground—rusted weapons and shattered armor, and what was left of those who dared to challenge the fort's dark inhabitants.

From the shadows, the eyes of fiendish sentinels watch your every move, their expressions a mix of curiosity and malice, ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation. But do you come as a slave, a would be recruit, a brave (and probably unwise) tourist, someone looking to set up a contract, or a fellow native of The Hells? Mess Hall of the Infernal Fort,

The mess hall exudes a palpable sense of camaraderie and tension, its stone walls echoing with the low growl of conversation. Flickering shadows dance on the rough-hewn surfaces as a massive hearth blazes at the far end, its flames casting a warm, flickering glow that bathes the room in orange and crimson hues.

Heavy wooden tables are scattered throughout, their surfaces marred by the scars of countless meals and heated discussions. Above, crimson banners emblazoned with infernal sigils hang proudly, swaying slowly in the heat of the fire.

Around a central fire pit, a trio of armored figures engage in animated conversation, their eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and determination. The scent of roasted meats and spiced brew wafts through the air, mingling with the smoky aroma of the burning logs, and you get the sense that maybe you shouldn't ask where the meat had come from.

As the mercenary marauder band share stories of recent skirmishes and bold exploits, the atmosphere crackles with the thrill of impending conflict, and the walls seem to pulse with the memories of past victories.. Are you here to join in making more victories among them?
1.Blazing Armory,

This armory radiates with a fiery glow, the walls lined with an array of gleaming weapons and shields, each reflecting the flickering light of molten rock that courses along the floor. The heat here is palpable, a constant reminder of the power contained within these weapons, ready to be wielded in defense of the keep.

2.The Shadowed Armory,

In this dimly lit chamber, the air is thick with anticipation. The walls are adorned with an impressive collection of swords and shields, each piece a testament to battles fought and won. The muted red glow casts long shadows, enhancing the sense of secrecy and danger that lingers in the air, as if the very weapons themselves are eager for action.

3.The Cursed Armory,

This armory exudes an unsettling aura, with dark banners hanging ominously above an assortment of twisted weapons, each weapon waiting for its time to strike once more. Three armories for the three points of the keep, each one in use for a different purpose, one for the Reavers, one for sale, and a last one acting as the Baron's 'library' of the weapons of vanquished, at least any that impressed or amused him enough to warrant it..

Barracks of the Infernal Keep,

The barracks hum with low conversation and the warm glow of flickering braziers, casting a comforting light over weary warriors; here, amidst the flickering light and the scent of infernal leather, steel and sweat, the warriors of the infernal keep had since put away their gear. Dark banners hang from the stone walls, their crimson colors muted by the soft shadows. makeshift or rustic beds line the room, providing a place for the keep's defenders to rest between their battles that was near to the most frequented armory. Some figures recline, others engage in quiet discussions about past skirmishes and future plans, and in one corner, a pair of warriors gestures animatedly, recounting tales of bravery or cruelty that bring laughter.
Infernal Raid on the Mortal Village,

The air is thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning wood as the beastial devils surge into the village, their eyes glowing with malevolent glee. Flames engulf thatched roofs, casting an ominous light on the chaos below. Clad in jagged armor, the Embertalon Reavers wield weapons with wicked precision, their laughter mingling with the cries of villagers as they unleash terror upon the unsuspecting populace.

In the midst of the inferno, one bovid devil brandishes a torch, igniting the last remnants of resistance, while others clash with brave defenders, their sharp claws and cruel blades striking down any who dare oppose them. The once-peaceful village is reduced to a scene of destruction and despair, the echoes of the raid a chilling reminder of infernal power, an act the Baron oversees now and then for the enjoyment of the band, and a surefire source of slaves and souls.. Aside from the one who's contract paved the way for this to happen as payment.. Was that was you?
Slave Quarters of the Infernal Keep,

The slave quarters are a stark, oppressive space, dimly lit by the flickering light of braziers that cast long shadows across the rough stone walls. Tattered banners hang limply, their once-vibrant colors faded and worn. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and despair, punctuated by the occasional crackle of fire from the braziers.

Scattered across the dirty floor are makeshift beds of burlap, where weary captives huddle together, their expressions a mix of fear and resignation. The atmosphere is heavy with an unspoken understanding, as they endure the harsh reality of their captivity, waiting for a flicker of hope in a place dominated by infernal power and cruelty, where they were even denied death by the devils who made use of them; resurrected over and over, until it was decided they would be no more....

...Are you among them, or are you merely one of the other fiends in the keep that hold their lash, or are you the one who would free them?
Baths and Laundry Area of the Infernal Keep,

The baths and laundry area is a curious blend of relaxation and utility, where the steamy atmosphere mingles with the scent of soap and smoke. Stone basins, filled with warm, bubbling water, offer a brief respite for weary warriors, their muscles soothed in the heat. Above, the ceiling arches high, allowing shafts of light to filter through, illuminating the space with an ethereal glow.

Tattered laundry hangs from makeshift lines, swaying gently in the warm air, while beastial devils wade through the water, their laughter echoing off the stone walls. Despite the infernal nature of the keep, this area serves as a momentary reprieve from the chaos outside, a place where camaraderie can flourish amid the swirling steam and the bubbling waters, even as the shadows of their dark world loom nearby...

Embertalon Reavers want YOU!
So come on join them! In chains, in comradery, in business or... those strange people who willingly turn themselves over to the hands(paws?) of the skimpily dressed inferno hunks for some reason! (Tbch I might genuinely include a reference to that in the intro message.)

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Setup/Suggestions/Info,
- AnyPov should work! The merc band is(supposed to be), all beastial devils and all of the male as default as it's a brotherhood(and ngl, I was meaning this as a m/m-ish fantasy lmao). Don't let that stop you from writing in someone you'd want to join the crew!(If you want that route), same goes for any character you'd want to write in among the npcs!
- I did NOT set an orientation so everyone should be fair game!
- You can really be anyone you'd like, the 1st message doesn't restrict you really in what you're appearing at the fort for.
- The above in mind, be sure to establish your purpose and role with YOUR first post, I always like to describe my clothes too! But that's just a me thing(it's not required, just like anything else here, it's just me giving tips!). Hope you enjoy!
- Though I give the warnings, I do not know how much would happen without prompting, BUT if you want to negate the risk of things altogether, I suggest adding lines to memory such as; {{char}} will not force on {{user}}, {{char}} will not engage in (insert whatever kink or topic). It is what I do if there's something on a bot I want to use but don't want them to do, or do want them to do.
- Another thing, the bot may not be the best with lore, but that is something not in my hands, same thing with the bot talking for you at times if you don't move things forward(in its perception)
- The intro is YOU being brought into the courtyard by one of the outward patrol for the keep, and the Baron goes to see what you're all about. I kept him pretty neutral because I didn't want to establish the relationship between you and him for you. You can be anything you want. If going the slave route, writing in the devil who escorted you, into saying that's what you are lets you set the dynamic! Just an idea 😸
- IF seeking to already be an established reaver, put it in your first post! Up to you! I noticed it sometimes worked in my test runs.
- I labeled this furry as I decidedly set all the devils to be beast devils(As best as I could) and the slaves present should also skew towards that way(gnolls, kobolds, tabaxi), however this IS very much still DnD. So, everything from Tieflings to etc are still very much real and present.
- A sort of meter is included(Not going to lie and say I came up with it on my own, I did not, Dante Stone is where the idea came from), This is not a 1 to 1 copy; the metrics are sexual desire, malice and homicidal likelihood, all things that should allow YOU, to know where things are in any given moment(that is, if it works, it doesn't always show as it should). There's also always supposed to be a little summary at the end(but that to is a hit or miss, it's stopped appearing as tests went on). They allow you to know how likely something sexual is to be aimed for by the character, how dangerous he is at any present moment(with malice), and how homicidal he is towards your character, so that YOU can know when a conflict is likely to happen, since he IS set to be allowed to attack you with deadly intent. Course, you can always go and edit these percentages in his responses. Good luck!
- Lastly, although the focus is set for the Baron, the bot is set up to move focus to another character as needed or as focus changes, so you should be able to have a scene with a background character as you want.
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Dead Dove Warning(Honestly, it's probably a fossil with how dead this dove has the potential for AMONG others unlisted here),
- Forced (Potentially),
- Physical or Psychological Torment(Potentially),
- Physical Pain/Harm,
- Degredation(Harsh Degredation),
- Musk(Mentioned because of how grimy/dirty these guys can be.)
Please take these warnings seriously, gross, cruel, disgusting and frankly, fucked up things have the potential to happen, interact at your peril; I mean, I didn't write in great morals or respect here.. They ARE devils.(Though really the risk is probably most likely to happen if you take the slave role). I purposely say potential because it's been very varied in my test runs and it does not mean something WILL happen.
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Update Notes:
- 6/27/25, attempted cutting down of tokens and making the bot more efficient, opened the bot to proxies as requested.