[center][h2]Keregar[/h2]Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia[sub][@Ellion][/sub] and Nadia[sub][@Vesuvius00][/sub]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Xaelia[sub][@Ellion][/sub] and Nadia[sub][@Vesuvius00][/sub][/center][hr]The kid just smiled. It was an innocent smile, or at least as innocent as a Drakkan could appear. [b]“I'm Varzar. And you two are my new mothers. That’s how it works here.”[/b] He said to Xaelia.[b] “I’ve had three mothers already. Though my first mother died when I was born. The second had an accident when hunting. I think Alia accidentally ate her.”[/b] He said it rather off-handedly. Then he was quiet for a moment, pondering on what happened to the third. Then he remembered: [b]“Oh and the third one wanted to run. She had hair like yours!”[/b] he said excitingly, pointing at Nadia. [b]“Dad said she was a fiery one. He liked that. One time he came out of Sorrak’s Sanctuary with three big burn wounds from her.”[/b] He said rather excited. [b]“He also likes it when they run. He lets them for a day or two. Then we all mounted up and went hunting for her. I didn’t catch her though. Karog, my brother-“[/b] but then the kid got rather rudely interrupted as a Drakkan, slightly bigger than him but with a lot more mass appeared behind him and pushed him away while saying: [b]“Move away turd.”[/b] The kid didn’t say anything, though his eyes held a mixture of anger and pain.

Behind the first, a second Drakkan came. Who looked exactly like the first. Both were built like bulls. Hitvich and Herstvich. One whistled when he saw Nadia and Xaelia. [b]“Look at these fine things.”[/b] The other mentioned. Both were looking up the Gems from top to bottom, letting their eyes hover over the more prominent features of each Gem. Especially Nadia who had to do with a piece of clothing less. One slowly licked his lips as he observed her figure. The other of the twins grabbed a jug, pour two cups full of a strange liquid and offered the cup to his twin brother. The smaller Drakkan who was pushed aside finally got up and vanished back around the corner he came from. [b]“You think he’ll spare them until we’re in Kereg-Kor?”[/b] one said to the other. Prompting a small laugh. [b]“One maybe. He’ll spare the prettiest.”[/b] The other one seemed to ponder upon what his brother said for a moment. [b]“So which one you think it will be?”[/b]

[b]“The brunette of course.”[/b] The other twin said in an instant. Though his brother had his doubt. [b]“He likes them fire-kissed though. I’d go for the redhead.”[/b] The other twin shook his head. [b]“Sorrak guide you when you’re getting your bride, brother.”[/b] Though the remark wasn’t really welcome. The insulted twin, sitting from his chair, pulled a knife from his back and flung it at his brother. The blade impaled itself into the wooden cup. Right before a wide-eyed Hitvich. Who threw the cup down in a fury and charged his brother. The two clashed, sending the chair to topple backwards. The hind legs of couldn’t bear the weight. A crack later and the two were spinning off the collapsed chair. The other twin, Herstvich got on top of his twin. Two hard fists landed on Hitvich’s face. Enraged by the attack he stretched out his hand. The magic gathered in his palm in the form of fire. A third fist of Herstvich landed. Hitvich pushed his hand holding the fire into his brother’s side. The compressed flames busted outwards. The flash was enough to scare his brother off him. He managed to get up and wipe the blood flowing from his nose away. Herstvich wasn’t done though. Realizing what his brother had done, he too reached out with his magic. With his power he gathered the moister and water in Nadia’s dress together and froze them. His brother knew what he was doing though and reached out again. Hitvich began to form fire in his palms. The twins attacked exactly at the same time. The skirmish raged on for several moments longer. Soon one or the other was lifting chairs and throwing them around. Smaller furniture was soon reduced to splinters and shattered pieces.

[b]“Enough!”[/b] Keregar’s angered shouted over the commotion. Herstvich was about to throw another chair as his brother was preparing another blast of fire. [b]“What is going on?”[/b] he asked calmly. But everyone knew there was a fire raging inside of him. [b]“Nothing… father.”[/b] One of the twins said, swallowing hard. [b]“Outside! Both of you!”[/b] Both twins went outside. Followed by Keregar. Soon the clashing of metal and thunder mixed from the outside.

As quickly as the smallest, youngest Drakkan had vanished, he appeared again. This time holding two cups of tea and a smile. [b]“Sorry for that.”[/b] He said as he walked through the splinters of the chairs and tables his twin brothers broke. [b]“They often get that way.”[/b] He tried to explain as he handed both Gems the cups filled with tea. [b]“It’s tea of Gemmenia. They sell it in the market.”[/b] He tried to reassure the Brides. [b]“You’re both from Gemina right? How does it look there?”[/b] he asked with genuine curiosity.