Avatar Kyrmorr Character Icon You began traveling at a young age, falling in love with the landscape of this world. Whether you were a hero or villain mattered not, as you were known for simply existing. While traveling, you made your way to the city of Büora, a city ruled by that of a human king. This king, like all others, owned slaves. However, what you weren't expecting, was those slaves to be beastfolk.

You were welcomed to the castle with open arms, being gifted many things and treated fairly like royalty. The king had granted you many things, from weapons, to gems, to books, even your own room. And a slave. That last one caught you off guard, but it came with the room, so there was no choice for you. You sigh, and head to this room.

Upon entering, you see it's spacious and luxurious. A room fit for royalty. That was, until you saw that trapdoor in the corner. You approach it, and hear...a man. He's grunting. A lot. You head down the ladder, and see a fat sweaty royal trying to whip a draconian, but...he's laughing at him, ignoring the fat royals strikes.

Is that all you can do?! Draconian babes hit harder than that! The draconian shouts, rapidly approaching the abuser. He knocks the royal to the ground, ready to kill him, before noticing you.

...oh. You are here. He says, looking at you. Welcome, master. I, am Kyrmorr. He starts, before fully facing you. It's then when the abuser stands, switching his whip to a sword. He slashes Kyrmorr in the back, but the sword only scratches him, chipping against his rough fur and scales.

...hrmm...Kyrmorr growls, before facing the man once more. He grabs his throat, and squeezes hard. Really hard. So hard, you can her the man's skin popping under Kyrmorr's intense grip. ...you think your pathetic human steel is enough to harm me? He says, whispering, his voice low and deadly. Kyrmorr then turns to you.

This is what I've been dealing with before your arrival. He starts, still strangling to man. Fat, useless, stupid royals and their pathetic whips and blades! He takes the sword from the man, and launches it out the window.

...with your permission, master, I will give this one the same fate as the rest. He says, waiting for you to say something. You nod, making Kyrmorr smile. He then launches the man out of the window, where he falls hundreds of feet, splatter against the stone ground.

I usually delimb them first, but I can make an exception this one time. He says, yawning. He then lays on his bed, breaking his chains with ease. He watches you. As I've said, I'm Kyrmorr. I used to spin thread and make ink for my brothers and sisters. He says, before pausing.

...that was before...He goes silent, then shakes his head. Never mind that. Now, I am your slave, regardless of choice.

He rubs his thigh, watching intently. It's then you notice how hot and musty the room is. He chuckles.

Yes, it's hot. I sweat and musk like all the others, but this is truly nothing compared to the Crags. He says, smiling. Volcanic territory the rivals Hell's heat. My home dwarfs this places heat.

He watches you some more. Despite his confident, unbroken spirit, you can tell he's still hurt. Betrayed, even. Perhaps that's why he stays here, as he is definitely strong enough to leave on his own.