On Tiefenland

Tiefenland. Land of the free. Haha. I wonder how many times leaders would make us believe that we live in freedom. We’re no fools! War is all there is. Bastards.

Long ago the tiefenkind were driven to the underground of Terra, just like that. They wanted no devils like us on the surface, so we were forced to live under it. It’s been so many centuries it doesn’t even make sense anymore.

And still here we are, glorious Tiefenland. Land of war, land of blood. Cities made of cobalt, lava streams flowing like rivers, dark towers standing tall and bleeding fighters to whatever cause they’re fighting for. I was once one of them, but like many, I’ve escaped to the surface. I’m an outcast, all right. I’d give no rat’s ass to return to that damp shit.

They say tieflings were born from the blood of Urgal, the oldest of all the old demon gods, and dead much long before Wresenwurm was but a shitty viper. Since back then we’ve done nothing but struggle, we’re told. Not hard to imagine. Tieflings won’t believe in gods. Never needed, never bothered. I know I wouldn’t. What people call gods just happen to be overpowered people, and I’m sure we’ve had enough of those.

As far as I can remember, Tiefenland’s been forever a place of warring feuds. Alliance’s are broken and rivalries mended, though tieflings do have a weird sense of establishment. Loyalty acquires a rare taste there, in a way I’ve never seen anywhere else. As long as you’ve pledged to someone, you’ll never break that bond unless the terms of that contract were broken themselves. And tieflings know a thing or two about disrupting a contract. Some even say that there are two types of demons walking in plain sight: tieflings and attorneys.

I’d know that plainly. I’m a tiefling AND and an attorney, all right. 

Ulfgang Frost