[quote][i][color=white]The latest raid was the most devastating yet. Our guard barracks have been all but emptied. The only fighters we have left are so old and frail that an exhausted wizard could defeat them with their bare hands. They are fit only for teaching the new recruits, if that.

Our situation calls for desperate measures. Soon enough our coffers will be empty as even the most novice adventurer comes to claim a piece. We are all but defenseless now. The only hope for Hell is that the spellweavers can manage something with the latest batch of succubi, not even a century old.[/color][/i][color=red][right]-Internal Memorandum from the desk of the Lucifuge[/right][/color][/quote]
[indent][color=red][big][i]Amateur guard.
Amateur succubus.
Expert klutz.[/i][/big][/color][/indent]

[color=white][i]"Desperate measures," in the jolly land of torture and brimstone down under, means equipping a bunch of sex demons to act as forward guard. Barely adolescents by the standard of a human, these most-of-a-century-old succubi tend heavily towards the impulse-driven. They haven't yet mastered their own lustful instincts, let alone the infinite subtleties of dissembling and seduction.

Given only the most basic of education in martial arts and instruction in evocation that amounted to little more than "focus on the direction you want burnt to cinders and let loose," it is their duty to ensure no cocksure adventurer thinks he can break down the walls and sack the palaces of the assorted Marquises and Baronesses.

Just to make sure they aren't total pushovers, the arcanists of Hell have given them a trump card: projections of the memories of Hell's finest combatants. Of course, maintaining these artificial memories takes energy, drawing from the magical reserves within them that they deplete solely by existing.

Makes it a little difficult to ensure a steady supply of the magical energy they rely on to be even halfway competent.[/i][/color]