"No devils," Jigano mused thoughtfully, a faint frown creasing his forehead at the unpleasant memories. "But a few demons, yes. Lesser ones, at least. No hooves on them, but their skulls came to a sort of... upward curving point at the back," he turned his head to gesture behind at the base of his skull. "Kind of like a horn, I suppose? They looked like six foot tall skeletons wrapped in slimy leather hide, with long tails and talons. Nasty beings." He didn't mind leaving their ilk behind on Golarion when he'd come to Caido!
"It was a portal to the Abyss," he explained succinctly, then relented and gave Adam a wry smile. "When the god Arodan disappeared a hundred years or so ago it disrupted the balance, and opened a tear between our plane and the Abyss, and the demons started coming through. That's the Worldwound. A lot of good men and women have made it their life's work to push back the incursion... for several generations now. The Fifth Crusade were supposedly on the cusp of final victory when I came here, so I guess I'll never know if it worked." He swirled the cider in his glass morosely, then shook off the shadow of frustration that not knowing always cast over him. He turned the question around on Adam, asking about what he thought of his abduction to here. The answer was very Adam-ish, and Jigano nodded wryly at the mention of changing for the better, toasting his friend in silent agreement.
"Ah well. It sounds as though Amalia will happily babysit if you do decide to have kids now that you're here," the bard said cheekily, even though he suspected neither of them were really in the market for offspring. Not now, perhaps not ever.
"It was a portal to the Abyss," he explained succinctly, then relented and gave Adam a wry smile. "When the god Arodan disappeared a hundred years or so ago it disrupted the balance, and opened a tear between our plane and the Abyss, and the demons started coming through. That's the Worldwound. A lot of good men and women have made it their life's work to push back the incursion... for several generations now. The Fifth Crusade were supposedly on the cusp of final victory when I came here, so I guess I'll never know if it worked." He swirled the cider in his glass morosely, then shook off the shadow of frustration that not knowing always cast over him. He turned the question around on Adam, asking about what he thought of his abduction to here. The answer was very Adam-ish, and Jigano nodded wryly at the mention of changing for the better, toasting his friend in silent agreement.
"Ah well. It sounds as though Amalia will happily babysit if you do decide to have kids now that you're here," the bard said cheekily, even though he suspected neither of them were really in the market for offspring. Not now, perhaps not ever.
