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I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Naji


This whole pre-brain death dream sequence sucked major air, of this Naji was 100% certain. His start had been less...fortunate than others. He awoken from his rebirth in a dank lowly light tube of earth and stone, just wide enough for him to stand if he hunched himself over a bit. If circumstances were different, he would have said it was a pretty easy start. At one end of the tube thin bead of water slowly and monotonously dribbled slowly, a small shallow (even for a pixie) pool forming at the base of the stalagmite it was forming. Well… it was more a smooth lump of...whatever it was stalagmites were made out of. The real problem was the other end of the tube, capped off with a shimmering blue crystal shining dimly.

For the first few days he thought this was some sort of...home or something. There was water, though it tasted slightly off but it seemed safe. Problem was he had no idea how to get out. There was a small opening near the crystal that seemed to open to a main chamber, though far too small for him to fit through once he’d reached his full size. A fact he discovered...rather too late. As it stood he could barely stick his arm through the opening. Attempts at digging had only rewarded him with bloodied fingers and, eventually, the mild discovery of how magic worked. Healing magic anyway. Didn't seem to help the whole hunger problem though.

He sighs into the darkness of his hole. To top all this off, he was pretty sure he was dying of starvation. Which, if he had the energy, would be extremely upsetting! Part of him wanted to thrash around in the half light of his tomb and scream bloody murder, stringing together a list of obscenities so long that it couldn’t be put to paper for fear it may one day be repeated. But that would probably just result in him dying slowly....faster?

“...This whole...starvation thing bites.” he says to his reflection in the crystal, who returned his stare. “...you know you’re kind of awful at this. This whole conversation? One sided. Reallllllyyyy onesided.” The reflection says nothing. Good, he might be starving but he wasn’t going crazy. Him talking to his own reflection was a purely logical and totally rational test to assure him of his sanity. Yep. Absolutely.

A faint clacking echoed in the chamber, pulling him from his brief tirade in a parade of staccato taps. Lazily, he drags himself to the hole in the floor, peering through it to try and identify the source. A few things had passed his little chamber in the last few days, which at first had been a relief, but rarely did they respond to his voice. And when they did, they generally thrashed about like a wild animal that had been surprised before scurrying away. Except for one other pixie, who laughed and then went about her business.

It looked to be just another lizard, albeit in pretty horrid shape from this angle. An ugly mass of...what he guess might be skin hung off of it, looking for all the world like the cursed love child of a backpack and a tumor that someone superglued to their gecko. Still, as slim as a chance as it was, getting help from tumor lizard was better than no help at all.

“HEY!” He yelps, his voice cracking from weakness. “Little help? Please? Here lizard lizard lizard?” He calls again, poking his arm through the hole to wave weakly before retracting it to resume watching.

@Rune_Alchemist

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Kagan Galegar

_{Husband of Aubree Lamay@Ellion and Adorabella Orchard@eclecticwitch
Interacting with Aubree and Adorabella}

“Yes.” He says simply, only barely aware of the dissatisfaction present in Bree’s voice as he let Adora bandage his cut. “You’re a valuable resource for me and the church. Branding you ensures that if you ever get stolen, you’re considerably harder to resale without massive mutilation. Also doubles as proof of ownership if they do resell you with it intact. The collar is just because they look nicer than scars.” He adds, flexing his hand quietly for a moment as Adora finished her work. It was very well done, all things considered. Good to know. Always nice to have someone around who could patch up bodies if a family decided they wished to say goodbye to their loved ones before stripping their flesh. Kagan was many things, but a blessed cosmetic surgeon was not one of them.

He gives the lilaic gem a quick appreciative nod before continuing. “Thankfully I know a professional. Did the burial rights for her husband and son a few years back. So it should be relatively easy on you.” He finishes scarfing down his pear, chewing quietly as his brides mumbled out their respective questions. Adora was at least trying to hide her apprehension, or at least doing a far better job than Bree. He hardly blamed the red head, given a gems comparatively lax life style a little branding probably seemed monumentally horrific. It would be cute if it werent so sad. All that said, he decided to keep a close eye on her for the rest of the day. Gems waiting until the second day, when their husbands guard would be more lax after sex, to try and escape.

“Possibly. Though it may just end up being a brief exchange of thanks for his donation...that would be you.” He grunts, deciding to answer the smaller gem as she pecked his cheek. “As for why I want to leave the capital, I’ve spiritual obligations to my temple in Jerun. As nice as you might think it is, their need for a Kinner supersedes your comfort.” He pauses for a moment, trying to think of something nice for the gem to hear but coming up empty. The fact that he would not have to argue with the brander about not wanting their genitals to bear his name would probably only distress Bree further or possibly start to worry Adora. With little else to say, grunts for them to follow and heads towards the door.

Summary

Kagan explains why brands are a good thing to the naive little gems. Now its time to go and do some good old fashion, whole, family friendly bodily mutilation! Yayyyyyy!

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Alrighty! Thanks man.
That said: #Pixieboysquad for life @King Cosmos @ReusableSword

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Naji Mamun: Healy Boi spectacular

Name: Naji Mamun
Theme:

Hider

Gender:Male.
Species: Pixie
Appearance:

Hider

Goals: Become NOT tiny. Survive. Open up a bar and live the easy life. In that order.
Past Life:

In his previous life, Naji's family ran a hookah bar in the bustling art deco blur of Cairo's Zalamek district. They were barely scraping into ‘modest' wealth, though one could hardly tell by looking at them, always dressed finely and exuding an air of practiced and well worn hospitality. Their apartment sitting comfortably atop their lounge, quietly sequestered away from the ruckus of the bar patrons save for the occasional VIP being brought up for food and more...discreet conversation.

For much of his early life, Naji’s mother was forced him to focus on studying, only letting him help the bar in small ways. Cleaning hookahs, fetching supplies, mixing drinks, lighting cigars. The normal little chores one would assign to a young child that would not distract them from their school work. However, by the time he turned 17, both he and his parents realized that academically he was...rather worthless all things considered. His mathematical skills were passable at best, but everything else was abysmal to almost baffling. The only thing he seemed able to learn with any degree of ease were other languages, but that was mostly due to having no shortage of foreigners to practice with.

It was decided between the three of them that college was not going to be worth the money. Naji just didn't have the head for anything besides talking and with his parents starting to grow too old for the night life, it was best that he take over as the host while they kept the books. Atleast until his sister finished college and they could retire properly. This suited Naji just fine and he thrived in his new position, making fast friends with the regular patrons and doling out the charm to ensure new customers BECAME regulars.

Oil barons, priests, Terrorist, Counter Terrorists, college girls on tour. No matter who walked into his bar over the next four years all were welcomed with the same joyous cheer and a list of recommended flavors and liquor to pair it with far too long to repeat in one breath. And Naji couldn't have been happier. His sister would finish school soon, his parents could retire, and he would finally

Slip and crack his open on the tile floor of his own bar.

That...that last part stung a little more than it should have. It just wasn't fair! If he at least been killed by some dangerous bar patron he could have least made a good story! But no. The man who drank happily with suicide bombers and police alike was done in by...what smelled like a Mojito.

The Demon King's offer was met with no small degree of confusion and (swiftly following) bemusement. He was pretty sure all of this was some sort of elaborate pre-brain death hallucination or something. But hey, if its not, then he could just made a few buddies and ride this whole mess out.

Abilities:
Minor heal 1
Lesser Flight 1
Shield 1
Skill Gain: Barter I-Like other charismatic skills, your personality is almost a magical charm of its own. You are better able to convince merchants and customers of your own to buy and sell at rates beneficial to you.
Transformations: Pixie
Inventory: Nothing but the teeny tiny clothes on his back.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Yet another Healy Boi

Name: Naji Mamun
Theme:

Hider

Gender:Male.
Species: Pixie
Appearance:

Hider

Goals: Become NOT tiny. Survive. Open up a bar and live the easy life. In that order.
Past Life:

In his previous life, Naji's family ran a hookah bar in the bustling art deco blur of Cairo's Zalamek district. They were barely scraping into ‘modest' wealth, though one could hardly tell by looking at them, always dressed finely and exuding an air of practiced and well worn hospitality. Their apartment sitting comfortably atop their lounge, quietly sequestered away from the ruckus of the bar patrons save for the occasional VIP being brought up for food and more...discreet conversation.

For much of his early life, Naji’s mother was forced him to focus on studying, only letting him help the bar in small ways. Cleaning hookahs, fetching supplies, mixing drinks, lighting cigars. The normal little chores one would assign to a young child that would not distract them from their school work. However, by the time he turned 17, both he and his parents realized that academically he was...rather worthless all things considered. His mathematical skills were passable at best, but everything else was abysmal to almost baffling. The only thing he seemed able to learn with any degree of ease were other languages, but that was mostly due to having no shortage of foreigners to practice with.

It was decided between the three of them that college was not going to be worth the money. Naji just didn't have the head for anything besides talking and with his parents starting to grow too old for the night life, it was best that he take over as the host while they kept the books. Atleast until his sister finished college and they could retire properly. This suited Naji just fine and he thrived in his new position, making fast friends with the regular patrons and doling out the charm to ensure new customers BECAME regulars.

Oil barons, priests, Terrorist, Counter Terrorists, college girls on tour. No matter who walked into his bar over the next four years all were welcomed with the same joyous cheer and a list of recommended flavors and liquor to pair it with far too long to repeat in one breath. And Naji couldn't have been happier. His sister would finish school soon, his parents could retire, and he would finally

Slip and crack his open on the tile floor of his own bar.

That...that last part stung a little more than it should have. It just wasn't fair! If he at least been killed by some dangerous bar patron he could have least made a good story! But no. The man who drank happily with suicide bombers and police alike was done in by...what smelled like a Mojito.

The Demon King's offer was met with no small degree of confusion and (swiftly following) bemusement. He was pretty sure all of this was some sort of elaborate pre-brain death hallucination or something. But hey, if its not, then he could just made a few buddies and ride this whole mess out.

Abilities:
    Minor heal 1
Lesser Flight 1
Shield 1
Transformations: Pixie
Inventory: Nothing but the teeny tiny clothes on his back.

Alright. So here is my CS. Decided to swap over to pixie for more group work, since that fit his character more. Plus, everyone loves a healer.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

If its alright, I'm going to try and throw a quick fanged lizard CS up here. We're probably getting kind of full / a little late into the tutorial, but this seems like a fun little experiment.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Kagan Galegar

_{Husband of Aubree Lamay@Ellion and Adorabella Orchard@eclecticwitch
Interacting with Aubree and Adorabella}

A stifled grunt was all Adora's explanation of the offending tea received as Kagan stirred the honey in. It was nice to see the girl had some experience with tea though. Saved him the trouble of experimenting with his own mixes or buying from a supposedly reputable dealer, only to be screwed by his own lack of knowledge or the general distaste for the brew in the region. "I'll pass on the cream. Agitates my stomach." He grunts, finally sipping from his mug again, the concoction now sufficiently sweet to his taste. It was still offensively floral for his taste, but she was not lying about it helping push away his remaining grogginess (albeit slowly).

He was about to suggest the gem look through the small package of tea he had picked up earlier in the week before she snatched at his hand, her sister bride mumbling something as the lilac haired gem examined the wound. The Kinner boggled at Adora for a moment, both by her sudden lack of sultriness (which was new), her rapid apology, and her...to him, overreaction to the cut. "Its...Fine Adora." He says lazily as the gem tore through her trunk for a promised salve. "Just a scrape from a gentlemen who tried to cheat me out of the both of you yesterday...Already cleaned it." He stops and sips, thinking for a moment. "Mace is from him too. Trade for my sword. Very thoughtful about the whole exchange that Holg." He adds, grinning into his cup.

Last he saw of the drakken in question, someone had dragged him off the field. Still alive, weirdly. Choking on his own blood and speaking gibberish (well, gargaling gibberish was more accurate), but very much ‘alive'. Kagan almost felt sorry for him. He mostly felt sadistically giddy that the poor bastard was likely not even aware that he didn't even have two coins to rub together for a Kinning, but he also felt almost sorry. His musings on the likely hell he had rained down on the dumb bastard who thought it smart to try and steal a kinner's tithe by Aubree, finally speaking loud enough for him to properly hear her. He stares at her for a second, slightly amused at how nervous she seemed to be. "Between the two of you? Excetionaly well." He says before bitting into a pear.

He took a moment to look over their respective clothing, weighing weather or not he wanted to order them into something fancier. Ultimately, he decided agaisnt it. He really couldn't be ass'd to figure out if what they were currently wearing WAS formal wear for their people, and the sheer tops and crotchless ‘pants' (more like vague collections of silk that were roughly assembled into pants) normally associated with brides of highlords would be a pain in the ass to get a hold of on short notice. Also he always thought the outfits looked more than a little silly.

"We will be getting your collars and brands done first thing. Then I'll take you shopping for a little while before a meeting I need to attend." He says, idly informing the girls of the coming labors of the day. "Depending on how long all this takes, we might be able to be on the road back home before dark."

Summary

Kagan continues to be a tea snob. Is easily amused by the worried medical ramblings of Adora. And the presumably brain dead status of Holg. And by Aubree’s considerable discomfort. Informs everyone he intends to take the gems to get branded, then shopping, then meeting with the worlds WORST boss.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Kagan Galegar

_{Husband of Aubree Lamay@Ellion and Adorabella Orchard@eclecticwitch
Interacting with Aubree and Adorabella}

Kagan awoke deep into the night, the call of nature pulling him from his rest. He dragged himself from the tangle of crimson hair he was currently buried in, his eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light of the room as his vision passed over the object of his unconscious affection. Despite her protests otherwise, Aubree had proved to be a very enjoyable plaything. Hesitant, maybe, but that would only improve with time. “Not that she has much choice in the matter...” he reminds himself as he awkwardly shuffles out of the sheets, stopping only to pull the covers back around the redhead.

He stumbles groggily to the bathroom, taking his place in front of the chamber pot as he let his mind wander. As lovely as getting laid had been, the Ehkota problem was rapidly coming to a head. The fact the man had deigned to gift him with a second bride spoke volumes, and very few of those volumes were good. The only real thread he had at the moment was the case of Giel and his older brother Petra. An oft forgotten peice, the sort of thing only priest few priests would bother to commit to memory if they were not forced to. Giel was the younger sibling to Petra, a soon to be clan leader who refused to grant his mother a final peace due to years of subservience. Not wanting his mother to suffer such an indignity, Giel appealed to the Kinner of Krenta’s Crest, eventually striking an agreement that if he challenged his brother formally and won they would perform the ceremony.

But the story was an old one, from long before Drakka was unified under any one entity. As such, there were dozens of conclusions to the tale. None of which the High Church held up publicly as spiritual canon anyway. The other problem was scope. It was one thing to challenge for a clans leadership, but to rule all of Drakka? Even if Ehkota won, there were going to be those who would dispute the challenge.

Kagan rubs his temples as he finishes his business with the chamber pot, cursing Drun for the invention of politics. Bashing a mans skull if apparently wasn’t good enough, no. The Big Bad God of War wouldn’t be satisfied if they also didn’t if they also didn’t wage war with pen, paper, and the splitting of difference. “This...” He grumbles, washing his hands with a silent fury, “Is why Sorrak gets all the fun clergy.”

A flash of lilac caught his eye as he made his slow agitated trudge back to the bed, nearly missed in the gloom of the darkened room. Adora had, at some point, decided to escape his bed and was now curled tightly against the cushions of his temporary couch. A flash of agitation filled him as he approached, gently lifting the sleeping figure with a stifled grunt, half tempted to demand an explanation if sleep were not so eagerly calling him.

“It will wait till morning...” he grumbled, placing the small gem lightly back beneath the covers before crawling in himself. He slowly drags the gems arm around his waist before burying his face back into the trusses of Aubree’s hair, pinning the smaller gems arm between them.
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The gems had managed to awaken before he did. He knew this as, currently, his face was comforted by the soft embrace of a pillow rather than a bosom of nape of the neck as his groggy brain expected. He rose slowly, bleary eyes spotting the flashes of red and purple across the room that signified that (if nothing else) they were not foolish enough to try and run while he was asleep. The Kinner cranes his neck, four loud pops of bone drowning out the faint din of their conversation in his ears. He very much doubted it was one he had any interest in hearing anyway, given what they were.

A light grunt was all they received as greeting as he made his way to the tub, his mind too fogged by the morning for conversation. He lazily plunged into its depths head first, uncaring that the water had yet to be changed. Even in his half awake state, he could smell the reek of sweat and sex on him, over powering the faint whiff of tea that hung in the air. And with a busy day ahead of him, that would not do.

The water shot cold spikes through his body, already pulling at the grim that clung to his body and further filling the water with it. A shiver erupted from his as he surfaced before wordlessly setting to cleaning himself, silently watching the two girls speak without really listening. The bath was hurried and joyless, but it none the less did it job. The soaps replacing the stink of last nights entertainment with the hushed subtle tone of ceder and the cold stabbing the sleep from his body.

He dried himself quickly before walking to his luggage, thankful the warmth of the day had managed to fill the room as he stepped from the water. “Eat quickly.” He barks, pulling a pair of plain gray breeches on. “We’ve things to do.” He adds, pulling a strange looking (for the gems at least) shirt out. It was a tunic of sorts, once navy perhaps but now darkened to black from years of use, formerly white (now some shade of blue) embroidery along every inch of its surface. Most of the design was abstract, a mix of swirling lines and oblong shapes surrounded by roughly detailed figures; almost all of which were dying in some way or another. The sleeves were overly long with slits running along their length and ending in heavy brass rings at the wrist.

He pulls the shirt over him, the sleeves hanging away from his arms as he fit the brass rings in place. “Fucking formal wear...” He grumbles, clearly not fully comfortable in the odd piece as he takes a seat at the table and grabbing the remaining mug. The tea was...acceptable. It was by no means poorly prepared, far from it. But the bitterness sat in the back of his throat, the drier more floral notes more alien to his palate than the quietly sweet fruity ones that filled Drakka’s sparse tea houses. “You didn’t get this from the hotel’s stock did you?” He asks, rolling the cup in his hand before adding honey. Perhaps a little more than was entirely necessary.

Summary

Kagan wakes up to take the midnight piss. Finds a sleeping Adora and puts her back in his bed. How dare she leave of her own free will!
Wakes up, takes a bath. thinks about what needs to get done today. Dresses in a funny shirt. Proceeds to be a tea snob with a sweet tooth.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Kagan Galegar

_{Husband of Aubree Lamay@Ellion and Adorabella Orchard@eclecticwitch
Interacting with Aubree and Adorabella}

Kagan eyed Adorabella as she presented herself, unsuprised by her boldness but not displeased by it exactly either. The gown had done more to hide her figure than he'd realized, though Kagan was unlikely to complain that the hourglass figure fit her frame despite her size. "It does." He says simply, feeling the water level quake slightly as Adora enter his bath as he kept his eyes glued on her until her form disappeared beneath the water.

Kagan could feel a small ball of disappointment form in his gut as his view became obstructred, but it was quickly forgotten as he turned to check on Bree. She was such a quiet thing, and he'd hardly heard her as she stepped in to the bath. She was thinner than her sister, almost frail by comparison if you asked the Kinner. "Shyer to..." He notes to himself, as the redhead quickly curled in on herself as she settled into the tub, offering him his now refilled glass after a shiver or two. He takes it, moving it to the opposing hand as he leans back into the tub's wall. "Of course...Your sister bride is no worse off than yourself." He half growls as he sips slowly, not really having any true interest in the wine at the moment.

He remains quiet for a few moments, feeling the water heat further as the fire beneath them began to transfer what heat it could. Watching intently as Adora undid her hair with painstaking thoroughness and Bree slowly began to unfurl to the warmth of the bath. He'd be lying if the idea of pouncing on either of them hadn't crossed his mind atleast a few dozen times in the few short moments of silence, helped none by the occasional brush against his leg from one of the two.

The silence was broken first by Adora, and Kagan was about to answer when Bree shot forward with a comment. It caught him off guard, as up till then the redhead had been nothing if not demure, so the attack on Adora's virtue seemed to come out of the blue. Normally, he'd let something like this fly. It was always good to let ones servants establish their own pecking order, but Bree's comment was, as far as Kagan was concerned, more an insult to HIS property than anything else. A piece of his property which was a Royal gift no less.

He gently places a hand on Bree's shoulder, silently cutting off whatever reprisal Adora was preparing to fire back if any. "Play nice with your sister." He growls softly, not wanting to scare the Gem more than was needed to make his point. "She is as much mine as you are...And whatever experience she has over you will matter very little after tonight." He adds, leaning forward and kissing Bree.

It was clumsy and devoid of any real tenderness. But it was as more a reminder to the Gem of her place rather than anything else. And perhaps a small reward for her attempt at dominance, even if the execution annoyed him. He retracts, leaning back into his spot in the tub and removing his hand from Bree to take another sip of wine. "If you're so eager to prove you're the better." He says quietly to the redhead, feigning disinterest as he rolls the wine around in his cup lazily. "Then you will be first tonight."

Summary

Kagan admires his new Gems bods. Adora is curvy smol bean and Bree proves to be tall an elegant as expected from both. He enjoys the view for a few moments before attempting to defuse Bree's cattiness. Reminding her she doesnt have enough footing in the house hold to be the Alpha bitch just yet. We will probably be cutting to black soon.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Kagan Galegar

_{Husband of Aubree Lamay@Ellion and Adorabella Orchard@eclecticwitch
Interacting with Aubree and Adorabella}

Kagan eyed Aubree as she settled herself in, surprised at her sudden willingness to be close. Adora had taken a more predictable approach to the invention, remaining within arms reach but not draped on him like the redhead. After a moment he realized why. Aubree was positively freezing and Kagan silently cursed his choice to walk instead of springing for a carriage. The last thing he needed was a new bride getting ill because of her peoples pathetic constitution. He waits a moment for Bree to settle before silently heating what little water still clung to his left side.

Adora was the first to speak, though Kagan found it hard to concentrate on the words. Due in part to his honesty before, he truly cared very little of their origin. Asking had merely been part of some advice he'd received from an older Drakken regarding putting new gems at ease around their husbands. However, more distracting were the gems attempts at drying his clothing. It was not like the method he'd done before, it was too calm and the water fell away from him with an eerie gentleness. Nothing like the comparatively hard pull he normally employed on himself when soaked, but not entirely unpleasant.

Still, he'd heard enough to know what the smaller gem had roughly said. The nobility made sense now that he'd learned of it. She was too confident for a plebian, and her calmness in the face of her new arrangement screamed of at least a cursory preparation before The Choosing. Though he'd have to keep an eye out for this little brother. It was rare, but a Gem noble boy growing too big for his dress and deciding to try and take his siblings (or lover) back by force happened from time to time. Almost always ending in said noble brat's head being caved in, but still. It would do for him to keep an eye out for lavender haired young 'men' in a few years.

“In public I expect you to call me Kinner Galegar or Sir.” He says, blunting answering the question as soon as it fell from the girls lips. “In private you may call me Kagan, or whatever else you wish so long as it is not some absurd pet name.” He takes a final sip, killing what was left of the wine he'd poured, annoyed slightly he'd not introduced himself properly to begin with.

Aubree's story ran shorter, but it was sufficient for Kagan to get what he needed. Older brother was not as likely to be an issue, as there was none of the warmth in her voice that there had been when Adora spoke of hers. Either they were not close or the brother was wise enough to know a lost cause when he saw one. Kagan made a mental note to ask her if she'd any experience in handling money later, as it was always good to have a second set of eyes when evaluating an appropriate tithe.

Kagan felt a small flash of embarassment as Bree reminded him of the promised bath from earlier, having completely slipped his mind when they'd discovered Adora in the room. “Nonsense.” He says simply, quickly playing off the mistake. [color=5ec4b3]“It gives Adora the pleasure of drying us again later. Have to prove her worth somehow after all.”He says standing slowly from the couch, a small cloud of dust falling off him as he does so.

The Kinner walks slowly over to the tub, giving the gems time to disrobe while he dips a hand in the bath. Though the fire underneath that served to heat it was low, threatening on dying, the water was still decently warm. Where it just himself, he would have just accepted it, but the three of them would eat that small amount of warmth too quickly to enjoy themselves. He dumps a few small logs into the fire, which slowly began to renew itself. It would take a few minutes for the heat to fully return to the tub, but it would do.

Kagan rarely put much thought into apperances. They were nice, but on the whole of little use to a Kinner. Still, he hoped he managed to cut at least an intimidating figure as he disrobed, lean muscles pleasantly greeted by a sudden rush of warm air as they were freed from the cold but dry clothes. Stepping into the bath was, by comparison, a huge improvement. The stone had, at one point, been rough cut, but had long been worn smooth by its contents and the heat from the fire below crept along the edges of the bath. A soft contented growl manages to escape Kagan as he sinks deeper, arms resting lazily on the rim of the tub as he stared out the window.

Summary

Kagan half pays attention to the brides backstories abridged. Adora's origin as a noble is not shocking considering she is a poofball of energy. Aubree is shorter, but politely reminds Kagan of a much needed bath cause baby its cold outside. Kagan tells adora to join them. Kagan gets in the bath, and its easily the third best thing he's experienced since coming to town.