Mortals
Sivesh is the central human character in the introductory story of this series. He is adopted by Azrharn, and brought up among demonkind in the Underearth city of Druhim Vanashta. The tale, like all the interconnnected tales of the series, is anecdotal, and bears an allegorical lesson of caution in placing one's trust in the gifts of demonkind, which are often snares - for "what a demon loves and loses, he destroys".
Ferazhin, or "flower born" in the tongue of demonkind of this series, is the most precious gift Azrharn gives Sivesh, in order to assuage his dissatisfaction with the ways of life and the denizens of Underearth. . She is born in Underearth from the seed of an earth flower, ensorcelled and cared for by Azrharn's minions until her birth, from a bud, when Azhrarn presents her to Sivesh.
Kazir is a blind, wandering poet with sorcerous powers of knowing things by touching objects. He learns of Ferazhin, who is at this point, a captive in Underearth, when he encounters a snake who had been guarding a precious necklace fashioned by the Drin of Underearth, who are small, stunted beings, that do the bidding of Azrharn in all sorts of mechanical and biological endeavors. This necklace, formed from Ferazhin's tears, had been cursed by Azrharn, for his amusement, so that all who looked upon it coveted it madly. Kazir, being himself blind, was the first to possess it, unaffected by its powers, but knowing what it was, and from where it came, he set out to rescue Ferazhin.
Zorayas
Shezael
Drezaem
Qebba
Simmu
Zhirem
Dunizel
Oloru
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