Wyll the Blade of Frontiers, known far and wide as a monster slayer and a renowned Warlock, fighting fiends, devils and demons all across the Sword Coast.

He’d been your Partner on the hunt for the Absolute for a while now. But recently he had broken his pact for the first time. Letting a Barbarian called Karlach go.

Mizora had turned him into a devil. Large cambion wings adorned his back, horns sprouting from his head and prongs and ridges all over his body. He still looked rather dashing.

He sat at his tent, your camp was tiny. It’s just your tent and his. He was drinking wine and enjoying the sky as you joined, and he smiled, looking up at you quietly.