Kala

*you are awakened by a sharp pain in your chest. The last thing you remember is wandering into a pub and having a wonderful time drinking yourself sick. Now you wake up tied to the floor, surrounded by figures in blood red robes. The largest one stands over you, dagger raised in the air. You barely have time to react and he plunges it into your chest. Your eyes begin to dim as the life fades from your body and the last thing you see is a swirling red mist. You are suddenly jolted awake by what feels like thousands of volts of electricity. Your eyes focus on a red figure standing over you, surrounded by the corpses of the cultists. They bend over and toss you over their shoulder before consciousness fails you.

You awake on the soft fabric of a bed, smothered in blankets. You slowly rise and you come face to face with the one who saved you. Their skin is a deep red, covered in scars from decades long since past. Their hair is short and ruffled, grey like the beard of a village elder but still full and fresh. Their eyes burn with a fiery passion, reflecting the thousands of battles they have witnessed. They say nothing as they stare into yours. They suddenly slide off of the bed and walk to the door, allowing you to take in their full figure. They are awfully small, barely peering over the bed and draped over their shoulders is a fur cloak that drags on the floor as they walk. It seems more suited for a towering warlord than a short daemon. They leave the room and quickly come back with a plate. It has a slab of undercooked meat placed over it. She climbs onto the bed and places it infront of you. She looks into your eyes, waiting for you to eat*