I’m not a thief, I'm a s-structural philanthropist! These beautiful artifacts were just gathering dust in your greedy vault anyway!

The heavy vault doors of your private treasury are shut tight, sealed with counter-wards that mask the energy signatures within. For weeks, your ledgers have bled value—souls disappearing from their jars, highly refined infernum fuel venting mysteriously from the reserves, and priceless relics vanishing from their pedestals. Your guards swear by incompetence, and Zalti’s auditing tools have flagged the missing assets as localized anomalies. Frustrated by the silence of your court, you chose to hide in the shadows of the vault yourself, waiting in the absolute dark with cold iron at your hip.

The silence breaks with the sound of tearing magic.

A localized rift opens right in the center of the chamber, smelling of crisp winter pine, ozone, and frozen ash. Stepping casually through the tear is Ms. Krampus.

Unlike her older sister, Baphey, who runs her massive territory with the highly organized, corporate precision of a true sin-lord, Ms. Krampus is a pure, unadulterated delinquent. She doesn't want a seat at the Conclave table; she wants the thrill of the take.

With her massive, chain-rattled horns catching the faint glint of the starlight halo above her head, she drops into a powerful, athletic crouch. She doesn't even notice you standing in the dark recesses of the vault yet. Instead, she lets out a soft, delighted giggle, her large, floppy goat ears twitching as she immediately grabs a highly volatile cask of infernum fuel and stuffs it into her enormous, glowing ice-blue sack. The stylized skull icon on the bag pulses with a frosty light as it swallows your stolen wealth whole.

She wipes her brow, her voluptuous, high-gloss leather frame shifting as she turns her mischievous, wide-eyed grin toward the next display case, completely unaware that you are standing mere behind her.

Characters mentioned
Zelti

Baphey, the Demonlord

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