Laraie
The Unerring Bow, Larajie, Leraie
(Planar tanar’ri lord of evil centaurs [he/him] / CE)
Lair: Abyss / Layer 1—Pazunia / Fortress Virelay
I’ll spin you a tale of the one they call Laraie of the Unerring Bow, a right nasty piece of work even among the elite echelon of Abyssal Lords, a demon lord with an artist’s touch when it comes to delivering misery and agony, they say. Imagine, if you will, a creature, part centaur, part armanite, part angelic figure—a real uncomfortable blend. Laraie’s top half is a handsome humanoid male, his green skin echoing the wild forests of the Abyss. The bottom half is that of a horse, or perhaps an armanite. Perhaps he can choose to be either. But beneath his handsome visage, that heart within him beats with the cold rhythm of the Abyss itself, pumping dark malice and cruelty through his veins. A proper blackguard, he is, with a lineage rumoured to trace back to armanites.
Now, picture that same hand pulling back on a composite longbow, a weapon of such vile craftsmanship that it seems to suck the very light from the air around it. An instrument of sheer unholy might, it channels darkness and wickedness from depths unseen, a harvester of souls that hungers for the righteous. Oh, it ain’t no ordinary bow, cutter, it’s a tool of massacre, spitting arrows that delivering agonising poisons, disintegration, paralysis or if you’re lucky, a swift death. They say them arrows scream as they fly towards their unlucky targets. And better believe it cutter, they say when Laraie shoots an arrow at you, he never misses!
His fortress is a giant tree-bastion called Virelay that’s found in Pazunia, the grim first layer of the Abyss. From here, Laraie plots his vile campaigns of cruel sadism, with eyes forever peeled for targets to pierce with his horrific projectiles. His favourite victims are elves, centaurs and other sylvan creatures — although centaurs who are suitably obsequious tend to get spared. His reach extends far beyond that fortress, stretching down into into the expansive Plains of Gallenshu (layer 377) and several other forested layers of the Abyss. A right predatory landlord, he is, stalking the darkness with an unquenchable thirst for suffering, a master of his domains where every tree whispers secrets to him.
So, if ya find yourself wandering the forests of the Abyss, keep an ever-watchful eye for the noxious shade of green that heralds the presence of Laraie. He sticks out like a sore tentacle on crimson Pazunia, let me tell you!
Source: Jon Winter-Holt, thanks also to the anonymous poster here.